Rudy flies down and lands on Runvail shoulder and speaks in common
"Looks like you got yourself in and out of a mess again! I've been flying around doing some scouting it looks like you're still ahead of the caravan but you took a wrong turn into this moor. You follow this road and it'll join to the main one" his beak points towards the road you've been following "You'll meet up with a caravan that left the city before you left, not cultist"
The magpie looks around "Are you the new hero's of Greenest? Spying on the cultist? Associates' of the lords alliance If so there should be no picking fights with the cult unless you have to. Discretion and all that, the main mission is to find out where they are takin the loot and what they are up too."
He looks aghast at the disembodied head of Tristian but regains his composure
"Those goggles might come in handy for those who don't have darkvision, make sure he has a proper burial"
Rudy waits for your answer on being a spy/Hero of Greenest
"Awfully bossy for such small bird, ain't ya?" Wyldfyretries scowl, but ruins it with a giggle. "I don't think any of us consider ourselves heroes just yet, but we're willing to give it a shot. From what Runvial told us, this cult is bad news and we will be happy to help knock them down a peg or three." She looks back into the wagon, "I won't need the goggles, this sweet tattoo takes care of that for me."
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"It also should be a bit of excitement. Which I am always up for." Queanys says. When offered the goggles he replies, "I am good without them, my elven heritage handles that for me, and even then, I have these fancy lights to brighten the area a bit." He casts, Dancing Lights and creates four purple glowing orbs around him as they ride.
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“Thank you for the offer,” referring to the goggles, “but I can see just fine in the dark. I will join your cause, it seems worthy.” Azurre begins digging a grave for Tristian. “I will perform a proper ceremony for him.”
"Then let's take a few minutes and put him to rest." She will manage the flames to consume his remains as quickly as possible without the fire getting out of hand.
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Once the funeral is over, Queanys dismisses Quazard and suggests, "If we need to maintain stealth and avoid the notice of the Cult, perhaps we are better off operating without the carriage. Besides, our destination can't be that much farther, can it?" If nobody disagrees, Queanys begins to lead the group farther down the path, using his sword to cut through any webbing that might still be blocking their path.
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Queanys responds to the bird, "I suppose that makes sense," he thinks for a second, "although now that we have lost the caravan, I'm not sure it will be quite as easy to blend back in again. We might be better off trying a more stealthy approach."
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“The mark of a successful DM is when you have caused more player deaths with doors than dragons, demons, or devils.”
"Looks like you got yourself in and out of a mess again! I've been flying around doing some scouting it looks like you're still ahead of the caravan but you took a wrong turn into this moor. You follow this road and it'll join to the main one" his beak points towards the road you've been following "You'll meet up with a caravan that left the city before you left, not cultist"
You travel about 20 miles and indeed the road which was really a trail merges with another and a caravan is traveling along it heading the same way as you are the terrain is all uphill
Azurre chimes in, “It sounds like a noble endeavor, and who else is going to keep you guys alive?”
Rudy flies down and lands on Runvail shoulder and speaks in common
"Looks like you got yourself in and out of a mess again! I've been flying around doing some scouting it looks like you're still ahead of the caravan but you took a wrong turn into this moor. You follow this road and it'll join to the main one" his beak points towards the road you've been following "You'll meet up with a caravan that left the city before you left, not cultist"
The magpie looks around "Are you the new hero's of Greenest? Spying on the cultist? Associates' of the lords alliance If so there should be no picking fights with the cult unless you have to. Discretion and all that, the main mission is to find out where they are takin the loot and what they are up too."
He looks aghast at the disembodied head of Tristian but regains his composure
"Those goggles might come in handy for those who don't have darkvision, make sure he has a proper burial"
Rudy waits for your answer on being a spy/Hero of Greenest
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Reminder for myself. Work together or fail apart. Talk with each other when necessary. Describe how, where, if, your character moved.
The sign on the trail ahead reads "DONT FEED THE DRAGON!" "Working Together" Follow this link please
"Awfully bossy for such small bird, ain't ya?" Wyldfyre tries scowl, but ruins it with a giggle. "I don't think any of us consider ourselves heroes just yet, but we're willing to give it a shot. From what Runvial told us, this cult is bad news and we will be happy to help knock them down a peg or three." She looks back into the wagon, "I won't need the goggles, this sweet tattoo takes care of that for me."
Welcome to the Emporium of Mayhem! What sort of mischief do you seek today?
Pyromaniac Wyldfyre searching for her place in the world.
"It also should be a bit of excitement. Which I am always up for." Queanys says. When offered the goggles he replies, "I am good without them, my elven heritage handles that for me, and even then, I have these fancy lights to brighten the area a bit." He casts, Dancing Lights and creates four purple glowing orbs around him as they ride.
“The mark of a successful DM is when you have caused more player deaths with doors than dragons, demons, or devils.”
“Thank you for the offer,” referring to the goggles, “but I can see just fine in the dark. I will join your cause, it seems worthy.” Azurre begins digging a grave for Tristian. “I will perform a proper ceremony for him.”
"I can take it if no one else needs it. My eyes aren't acclimated to the dark, and I don't have the ability to cast spells."
When players get creative.
Runvial nod in agreement.
Attack: [roll]3d20dl2+6[/roll] Damage: [roll](if([roll:-1:critical], =0, 1d8, 2{1d8}.expand()))+4[/roll] Sneakattack: [roll](if([roll:-2:critical], =0, 2d6, 2{2d6}.expand()))[/roll]"Now, shall we honor the dead and then press on? Do you know if he preferred interment, or pyre?" She looks to Runvial for confirmation.
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„I think he would have preferred the pyre, although if i ever die, just leave me as food for the nature, circle of life and all this.“
Attack: [roll]3d20dl2+6[/roll] Damage: [roll](if([roll:-1:critical], =0, 1d8, 2{1d8}.expand()))+4[/roll] Sneakattack: [roll](if([roll:-2:critical], =0, 2d6, 2{2d6}.expand()))[/roll]"Then let's take a few minutes and put him to rest." She will manage the flames to consume his remains as quickly as possible without the fire getting out of hand.
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The funeral goes off without a hitch do you move on? I prefer that you operate your own feet
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Reminder for myself. Work together or fail apart. Talk with each other when necessary. Describe how, where, if, your character moved.
The sign on the trail ahead reads "DONT FEED THE DRAGON!" "Working Together" Follow this link please
Once the funeral is over, Queanys dismisses Quazard and suggests, "If we need to maintain stealth and avoid the notice of the Cult, perhaps we are better off operating without the carriage. Besides, our destination can't be that much farther, can it?" If nobody disagrees, Queanys begins to lead the group farther down the path, using his sword to cut through any webbing that might still be blocking their path.
“The mark of a successful DM is when you have caused more player deaths with doors than dragons, demons, or devils.”
Rudy chimes in "They were using the cart as a cover a reason to be in the caravan sir"
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Reminder for myself. Work together or fail apart. Talk with each other when necessary. Describe how, where, if, your character moved.
The sign on the trail ahead reads "DONT FEED THE DRAGON!" "Working Together" Follow this link please
Queanys responds to the bird, "I suppose that makes sense," he thinks for a second, "although now that we have lost the caravan, I'm not sure it will be quite as easy to blend back in again. We might be better off trying a more stealthy approach."
“The mark of a successful DM is when you have caused more player deaths with doors than dragons, demons, or devils.”
"If you leave with the cart right now"
Rudy shakes his head
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Reminder for myself. Work together or fail apart. Talk with each other when necessary. Describe how, where, if, your character moved.
The sign on the trail ahead reads "DONT FEED THE DRAGON!" "Working Together" Follow this link please
(OOC: I thought you were trying to say that we should travel by foot... Is that not the case?)
“The mark of a successful DM is when you have caused more player deaths with doors than dragons, demons, or devils.”
"Let's roll." Wyldfyre climbs aboard as soon as the funeral rites are resolved.
(OOC: Is the road clear for the wagon to roll, or do we need to clear webbing? Sword and flame should have us out of this quickly.)
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Queanys remounts Quazard and again rides behind the carriage to serve as a rear guard.
“The mark of a successful DM is when you have caused more player deaths with doors than dragons, demons, or devils.”
Fragum boards the wagon.
When players get creative.
You travel about 20 miles and indeed the road which was really a trail merges with another and a caravan is traveling along it heading the same way as you are the terrain is all uphill
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Reminder for myself. Work together or fail apart. Talk with each other when necessary. Describe how, where, if, your character moved.
The sign on the trail ahead reads "DONT FEED THE DRAGON!" "Working Together" Follow this link please