Erven looks at Rose and smiles. "Rose, you give me hope. We will rest here. Where would you like me to sit down?"Erven sits down and begins a long rest, occasionally fading off, dreaming of Rose and Thorn, Walter, Lucky.... and the man with the dark aspect and long teeth....
Levelling up if all agreed, will rest here.
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As they begin their rest, Talion carries his chest into the room, lifts it off the ground, breathing heavily, then smiles at everyone. "Be right back..." he says...
Onyx frowns. He was still feeling strong, and he didn't like the idea of resting in this house again. But the children seemed benign, and his allies would need all their strength for what lay below, he felt.
"I will take first watch, who should I wake for second?"
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Another medical problem. Indefinite hiatus. Sorry, all.
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Insight (for Rose): 15
If Sho feels the children are genuine, he takes off his armor and gets ready for the night - outside the house, apart from the whistling wind and floating mist, the night is silent, not a wisp of cloud in the sky, and no clue to tell the passage of time, but Sho could be sure that most of the day had passed when they woke up from their nightmare, away from the caravan.
“He looks so peaceful,” Sho whispers to whoever’s listening, seeing Erven already dosing off, with a faint but serene smile on his face, and taking Lucky hostage in his arms, “I didn’t know elves sleep, he must be really tired.” He says, pulling over a blanket over the dreaming elf. He nods at Talion, “I will take the third watch.”
After agreeing to take the next watch, the strain of lifting the chest begins to show on his face, and Talion grins then disappears. There is the faintest movement of air followed a light thump on the floor. Where he stood a small ring remains, and there is the faintest hint of incense in the air that slowly fades.
After a few minutes, there is another slight moment of air and Talion once again stands in the room. He seems to be wearing different clothes, and ... perhaps ...more jewelry. He nods in greeting, and places the chest on the ground.. He opens it and takes out a small barrel of water.
"This, at least, can be trusted" he says as he places the barrel on top of the chest so the tap can be easily used. "Just water. Perhaps it can go into Bert's bag when we are done -- barrel's aren't cheap. I was going to get ale, but didn't have time before I left town." He stares at the barrel, shaking his head. "Damned well wish I had."
Erven wakes up 4 hours into the rest, puts his armor back on and uncurls from Lucky. While he usually enters a trance for rest, he was truly exhausted after the ordeal in this house, his near death experience, the dreams and visions, and so he awakes with a start, nearly jumping when he sees the large chest in the room. "Oh yeah, it wasn't a dream. We are really here. I felt like I had chewed on some bad muttonweed or something."
Erven stands and puts his studded leather armor back on, adjusts everything. "I really would like to find my bow again. This rapier and shield are serving me well, but I prefer the bow... Sleep everyone, I will watch the rest of the night. I wish your barrel was full as well, Talion." Erven is very comfortable in the dark, and he fades into the background, barely visible.
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A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Bertolt will be one of the first to slump down and attempt to go to sleep. While he seemed eager at first for adventure it show he was not as prepared as he had thought.
Talion smiles when Ervan rouses himself, not entirely sure that he can sleep, but a little happier to have the crazy elf on guard rather than leaving the death priest alone with two ghosts. The priest was a strange one. Talion had little direct experience of priests, but this one did not fit the ones he had heard on street corners, nor the tales he had heard: No zealotry, no judgement, no self-righteousness certainty -- hells, the old warrior had more of all three! Before lying to rest, he glances across at the two elders of the group. The scholar and the warrior made a strange pair: it seemed the warrior was trying to escape exactly what the scholar had hoped to find, and both seemed disappointed.
He eventually nudges Sho awake, telling him that Ervan will keep watch, then settles down with Lucky. He gives the dog a little food and water, having finally accepted that she was not likely to betray them. The ghosts -- ghosts! -- had convinced him of that. It had been a strange day...fighting furniture and talking with ghosts...a strange day, but a good day.
A smile settles on his face as sleep overtakes him. Any day you survive is a good day.
Alone (sort of) on first watch, Onyx retreats a little further into himself. As everyone beds down, he sits cross-legged, laying his greatsword across his lap.
"I'm afraid I have neither whetstone nor oil for you," he murmurs to the weapon. He doubted it needed either, but felt some gratitude towards the blade - it had saved his life already, and by extension the lives of the others who were on this path with him. He allows his eyes to drift closed, feeling the weight of the weapon on his legs, picturing the shape if the blade, the crossguard, the hilt and pommel. In this moment of meditation, he whispers a prayer to Lathandar - who he felt was helping them as well. Illuminated One, help me to carry the sun in my heart until we greet the next dawn.
When he feels his watch is up, he rouses Talion. Then he finds a corner and sits in his armor, dozing off but still apparently expecting battle.
((At this point, Onyx would be 'attuned' to the sword, if that means anything.))
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Another medical problem. Indefinite hiatus. Sorry, all.
Bertolt will call them to pause as they each get ready for the day, moving to pull open the Bag of Holding. "If any of you have something to store then put it in here. If it is going to be sharp make sure that it is covered as not to pierce the bag."
Erven wraps up his hunting trap in a blanket and puts it inside Bertolts bag of holding. “I swear, the trap is not set. It won’t take your hand off when you reach in there. Let’s see what else remains on this floor.”
Erven turns to Rose and Thorn and says, “If you wanted to hurt the house, what would you do to it? What can you tell us to help us avenge you?”
In the morning, Talion puts the barrel of water into the bag. As he does so, he shakes his head, "I could have used one of these a few years ago..." He gazes at the bag for a moment longer before turning back to the children and the dolls house.
First he examines the dolls house looking for anything that resembles a hidden altar; if he finds it, he points, "This is where they did the sacrifices, I think." With a shudder, he turns to the children and tries to smile reassuringly, "Is there anyone -- or anything -- else in the basement? Other than the monster: You mentioned others had spoken to you...in the past. Did they go down the stairs in the next room? What happened to them?"
You all enjoy a long rest. The noises, scratches, screams and all other impediments to rest that you had earlier seem to be missing while you are in this room, with the ghosts of Rose and Thorn. Whenever you wake up, any of you, you see both ghosts staring at you intently. It's....unnerving.
@Erven The ghosts kind of look at you oddly, remarking "It's a house. I don't know how to hurt it but did you know? There is a monster in the basement." Rose giggles at this for some reason...
@Talion You see a couple of spots where altars could be but there's no labels or anything specifying them. Obviously, your gaze is drawn to the area with water on the lowest level... Rose crunches her brow and scowls, "They were mean, ugly people. I don't know what happened to them - maybe the monster got them, maybe they left. I don't know or care!"
Perhaps it's the fresh clothes and new jewelry, but Talion seems a little more vibrant in the morning, more full of life -- especially compared to the previous night after encountering the spectre.
He places the chest outside the room, then gathers his things and stands in the corridor. "Perhaps wrap the bones in a blanket from the bed, and bring them with us? If Ervan is right, we don't want to have to come back to get them."
"Children do you have a place that you would prefer to be laid to rest? I know it is not a comfortable question even as you are but I think it best to respect your wishes." Bertolt says in a stiff manner, seeming not to like the fact he has to ask the children such a grim question even if they are ghosts.
Perhaps it's the fresh clothes and new jewelry, but Talion seems a little more vibrant in the morning, more full of life -- especially compared to the previous night after encountering the spectre.
He places the chest outside the room, then gathers his things and stands in the corridor. "Perhaps wrap the bones in a blanket from the bed, and bring them with us? If Ervan is right, we don't want to have to come back to get them."
Rose looks at you, brow furrowed in confusion, "Come back? Come back? Where are you going? You shouldn't leave us, please don't leave us, please please please!"
"Children do you have a place that you would prefer to be laid to rest? I know it is not a comfortable question even as you are but I wish to respect your wishes." Bertolt says in a stiff manner, seeming not to like the fact he has to ask the children such a grim question even if they are ghosts.
Thorn hugs his stuffed toy, "Everyone has a place, where's ours? Rose? Where should we be?" Hearing any talk of leaving the room makes Thorn anxious and worried. "No, no, please don't leave us!"
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Onyx rouses from his rest, but does not move while he watches the others mill around - until he hears the children object to their plan to leave. He stands, grunting with the effort, feeling the blood rush through his veins. He raps his plated knuckles against the flat of the Sentinel blade.
"Rose, Thorn, young masters. Look at me. You know this armor. You know this blade. You trusted her, so trust me. We need to leave, to fix things. To make you happy again."
(Persuasion check, if applicable: 10)
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Another medical problem. Indefinite hiatus. Sorry, all.
Sho stood in the corner and donned his half-plate, lacing each piece of armor meticulously and lifting the strands of long hair pressed behind the back plate to fall behind him, the hair, formerly silky black, untended, already showing signs of wilted and ashy, which he promised himself he would necessarily find a way to wash tomorrow them. The remaining glance of his eyes drifted to Onyx, sitting against the wall, the warrior staying still in full armor, motionless, like a statue - until he heard the children's noise as he moved to stand up. Sho frowned somewhat worriedly, for sure no one could rest properly under that armor. He had taken on too much.
He walks off quickly and quietly (or as quiet as he could) towards Talion, to whom he softly whispers, “will you grab the blankets?”, he nods his chin at Talion’s little chamber-pot as his voice slowly trails off, “I’m worried that we can’t leave that easily…” He stops for a second, pulls back and narrows his eyes. Did Talion change?
Confused, but there’s more pressing matter to attend to. He gives Talion one last look and turns to the children, “It will be dangerous down there. You have to place your faith. It is hard, I know. You were hurt, you were left behind. How do you know this time will be different? Expect nothing will change if we stay here." He lends a hand on Onyx's shoulder, and beckons gently, "You have to place your faith. Not in me, but in him, at least.”
Erven looks at Rose and smiles. "Rose, you give me hope. We will rest here. Where would you like me to sit down?" Erven sits down and begins a long rest, occasionally fading off, dreaming of Rose and Thorn, Walter, Lucky.... and the man with the dark aspect and long teeth....
Levelling up if all agreed, will rest here.
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
As they begin their rest, Talion carries his chest into the room, lifts it off the ground, breathing heavily, then smiles at everyone. "Be right back..." he says...
(more to come)
Onyx frowns. He was still feeling strong, and he didn't like the idea of resting in this house again. But the children seemed benign, and his allies would need all their strength for what lay below, he felt.
"I will take first watch, who should I wake for second?"
Another medical problem. Indefinite hiatus. Sorry, all.
Talion pauses, "I will take second watch, if that suits everyone. I won't be gone long."
Insight (for Rose): 15
If Sho feels the children are genuine, he takes off his armor and gets ready for the night - outside the house, apart from the whistling wind and floating mist, the night is silent, not a wisp of cloud in the sky, and no clue to tell the passage of time, but Sho could be sure that most of the day had passed when they woke up from their nightmare, away from the caravan.
“He looks so peaceful,” Sho whispers to whoever’s listening, seeing Erven already dosing off, with a faint but serene smile on his face, and taking Lucky hostage in his arms, “I didn’t know elves sleep, he must be really tired.” He says, pulling over a blanket over the dreaming elf. He nods at Talion, “I will take the third watch.”
After agreeing to take the next watch, the strain of lifting the chest begins to show on his face, and Talion grins then disappears. There is the faintest movement of air followed a light thump on the floor. Where he stood a small ring remains, and there is the faintest hint of incense in the air that slowly fades.
After a few minutes, there is another slight moment of air and Talion once again stands in the room. He seems to be wearing different clothes, and ... perhaps ...more jewelry. He nods in greeting, and places the chest on the ground.. He opens it and takes out a small barrel of water.
"This, at least, can be trusted" he says as he places the barrel on top of the chest so the tap can be easily used. "Just water. Perhaps it can go into Bert's bag when we are done -- barrel's aren't cheap. I was going to get ale, but didn't have time before I left town." He stares at the barrel, shaking his head. "Damned well wish I had."
Erven wakes up 4 hours into the rest, puts his armor back on and uncurls from Lucky. While he usually enters a trance for rest, he was truly exhausted after the ordeal in this house, his near death experience, the dreams and visions, and so he awakes with a start, nearly jumping when he sees the large chest in the room. "Oh yeah, it wasn't a dream. We are really here. I felt like I had chewed on some bad muttonweed or something."
Erven stands and puts his studded leather armor back on, adjusts everything. "I really would like to find my bow again. This rapier and shield are serving me well, but I prefer the bow... Sleep everyone, I will watch the rest of the night. I wish your barrel was full as well, Talion." Erven is very comfortable in the dark, and he fades into the background, barely visible.
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Bertolt will be one of the first to slump down and attempt to go to sleep. While he seemed eager at first for adventure it show he was not as prepared as he had thought.
Talion smiles when Ervan rouses himself, not entirely sure that he can sleep, but a little happier to have the crazy elf on guard rather than leaving the death priest alone with two ghosts. The priest was a strange one. Talion had little direct experience of priests, but this one did not fit the ones he had heard on street corners, nor the tales he had heard: No zealotry, no judgement, no self-righteousness certainty -- hells, the old warrior had more of all three! Before lying to rest, he glances across at the two elders of the group. The scholar and the warrior made a strange pair: it seemed the warrior was trying to escape exactly what the scholar had hoped to find, and both seemed disappointed.
He eventually nudges Sho awake, telling him that Ervan will keep watch, then settles down with Lucky. He gives the dog a little food and water, having finally accepted that she was not likely to betray them. The ghosts -- ghosts! -- had convinced him of that. It had been a strange day...fighting furniture and talking with ghosts...a strange day, but a good day.
A smile settles on his face as sleep overtakes him. Any day you survive is a good day.
Anyone else want to do anything during the rest? If not, we’ll jump to next thing.
DM - And In The Darkness, Rot: The Sunless Citadel
DM - Our Little Lives Kept In Equipoise: Curse of Strahd
DM - Misprize Thou Not These Shadows That Belong: The Lost Mines of Phandelver
PC - Azzure - Tyranny of Dragons
Alone (sort of) on first watch, Onyx retreats a little further into himself. As everyone beds down, he sits cross-legged, laying his greatsword across his lap.
"I'm afraid I have neither whetstone nor oil for you," he murmurs to the weapon. He doubted it needed either, but felt some gratitude towards the blade - it had saved his life already, and by extension the lives of the others who were on this path with him. He allows his eyes to drift closed, feeling the weight of the weapon on his legs, picturing the shape if the blade, the crossguard, the hilt and pommel. In this moment of meditation, he whispers a prayer to Lathandar - who he felt was helping them as well. Illuminated One, help me to carry the sun in my heart until we greet the next dawn.
When he feels his watch is up, he rouses Talion. Then he finds a corner and sits in his armor, dozing off but still apparently expecting battle.
((At this point, Onyx would be 'attuned' to the sword, if that means anything.))
Another medical problem. Indefinite hiatus. Sorry, all.
Bertolt will call them to pause as they each get ready for the day, moving to pull open the Bag of Holding. "If any of you have something to store then put it in here. If it is going to be sharp make sure that it is covered as not to pierce the bag."
Erven wraps up his hunting trap in a blanket and puts it inside Bertolts bag of holding. “I swear, the trap is not set. It won’t take your hand off when you reach in there. Let’s see what else remains on this floor.”
Erven turns to Rose and Thorn and says, “If you wanted to hurt the house, what would you do to it? What can you tell us to help us avenge you?”
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
In the morning, Talion puts the barrel of water into the bag. As he does so, he shakes his head, "I could have used one of these a few years ago..." He gazes at the bag for a moment longer before turning back to the children and the dolls house.
First he examines the dolls house looking for anything that resembles a hidden altar; if he finds it, he points, "This is where they did the sacrifices, I think." With a shudder, he turns to the children and tries to smile reassuringly, "Is there anyone -- or anything -- else in the basement? Other than the monster: You mentioned others had spoken to you...in the past. Did they go down the stairs in the next room? What happened to them?"
You all enjoy a long rest. The noises, scratches, screams and all other impediments to rest that you had earlier seem to be missing while you are in this room, with the ghosts of Rose and Thorn. Whenever you wake up, any of you, you see both ghosts staring at you intently. It's....unnerving.
@Erven
The ghosts kind of look at you oddly, remarking "It's a house. I don't know how to hurt it but did you know? There is a monster in the basement." Rose giggles at this for some reason...
@Talion
You see a couple of spots where altars could be but there's no labels or anything specifying them. Obviously, your gaze is drawn to the area with water on the lowest level...
Rose crunches her brow and scowls, "They were mean, ugly people. I don't know what happened to them - maybe the monster got them, maybe they left. I don't know or care!"
DM - And In The Darkness, Rot: The Sunless Citadel
DM - Our Little Lives Kept In Equipoise: Curse of Strahd
DM - Misprize Thou Not These Shadows That Belong: The Lost Mines of Phandelver
PC - Azzure - Tyranny of Dragons
Perhaps it's the fresh clothes and new jewelry, but Talion seems a little more vibrant in the morning, more full of life -- especially compared to the previous night after encountering the spectre.
He places the chest outside the room, then gathers his things and stands in the corridor. "Perhaps wrap the bones in a blanket from the bed, and bring them with us? If Ervan is right, we don't want to have to come back to get them."
"Children do you have a place that you would prefer to be laid to rest? I know it is not a comfortable question even as you are but I think it best to respect your wishes." Bertolt says in a stiff manner, seeming not to like the fact he has to ask the children such a grim question even if they are ghosts.
Rose looks at you, brow furrowed in confusion, "Come back? Come back? Where are you going? You shouldn't leave us, please don't leave us, please please please!"
Thorn hugs his stuffed toy, "Everyone has a place, where's ours? Rose? Where should we be?" Hearing any talk of leaving the room makes Thorn anxious and worried. "No, no, please don't leave us!"
DM - And In The Darkness, Rot: The Sunless Citadel
DM - Our Little Lives Kept In Equipoise: Curse of Strahd
DM - Misprize Thou Not These Shadows That Belong: The Lost Mines of Phandelver
PC - Azzure - Tyranny of Dragons
Onyx rouses from his rest, but does not move while he watches the others mill around - until he hears the children object to their plan to leave. He stands, grunting with the effort, feeling the blood rush through his veins. He raps his plated knuckles against the flat of the Sentinel blade.
"Rose, Thorn, young masters. Look at me. You know this armor. You know this blade. You trusted her, so trust me. We need to leave, to fix things. To make you happy again."
(Persuasion check, if applicable: 10)
Another medical problem. Indefinite hiatus. Sorry, all.
Sho stood in the corner and donned his half-plate, lacing each piece of armor meticulously and lifting the strands of long hair pressed behind the back plate to fall behind him, the hair, formerly silky black, untended, already showing signs of wilted and ashy, which he promised himself he would necessarily find a way to wash tomorrow them. The remaining glance of his eyes drifted to Onyx, sitting against the wall, the warrior staying still in full armor, motionless, like a statue - until he heard the children's noise as he moved to stand up. Sho frowned somewhat worriedly, for sure no one could rest properly under that armor. He had taken on too much.
He walks off quickly and quietly (or as quiet as he could) towards Talion, to whom he softly whispers, “will you grab the blankets?”, he nods his chin at Talion’s little chamber-pot as his voice slowly trails off, “I’m worried that we can’t leave that easily…” He stops for a second, pulls back and narrows his eyes. Did Talion change?
Confused, but there’s more pressing matter to attend to. He gives Talion one last look and turns to the children, “It will be dangerous down there. You have to place your faith. It is hard, I know. You were hurt, you were left behind. How do you know this time will be different? Expect nothing will change if we stay here." He lends a hand on Onyx's shoulder, and beckons gently, "You have to place your faith. Not in me, but in him, at least.”
(Will help in Onyx's speech, if I can...)