Mia sits flat on the ground, closing her eyes. Mike the mouse puts a little snowball on the girl's forehead. "As I told you before… The reason the elders of High Forest sent me to the Icewind Dale is because … I'm a seer. I see visions time to time. But unlike divination spells, visions can't be tamed let alone controlled. I see what I can see, not what I want to see. Anyway… this time I saw the color of their souls, not the past or the upcoming future. So I'm sorry. I couldn't find evidence to help the accused. But…" Mia stands up. A small half melted snow runs down her face.
>>Mihris
Mia gently touches her friends. "Miri… you are the most noble and kind girl, I've ever seen. My parents told me the world outside the forest is filled with savage and evil barbarians. You proved they are wrong. I understand you and I respect you. However…" Mia sighs and shakes her head. " We have to prioritize the safety of the caravan. We can't allow the imposter to destroy these people! His evil plan must be stopped!"
The little elf listens to the speech of Ignazio. She closes her eyes and thinks for a while, then opens them with determination. "I have a plan. After the trial, we will give the accused as much support as we can. Then we go on ahead to the pass and investigate it. Under this weather and conditions, we can travel much faster than the caravan itself. We might be able to find something to warn Ignazio or stop Emial's plan. From what I have read from the egghead. He's plan isn't perfect or unstoppable. He may even take some action that we can take advantage of…"
>>Red
"Also… Red. I find that fake warduke anxiously touched his ring when I revealed his plan. Take a good look at it. I'm not good at human nobles but you might be able to find something odd. After all you are the one who gave us the opportunity to uncover the imposter."
(The moment is long past where he walked away. But could I roll a late perception, investigation, or simply intellegence check to try and remember what the Ring she mentioned look liked? In order to make another roll (Arcana, or history I would guess) to try and think on its meaning if I manage? Or will that have to be something done later when i see the warduke again?)
"I'm uncertain what we would gain exactly.. but I can't think of many other choices that aren't extreme, in terms of social dynamics and law. " Shrugs Red, agreeing to try something crazy that risks just themselves not the law.
(In an additional note. Do ya'll mean Scout the Pass before the caravan arrives? Or do you mean linger after the trial and search for discarded evidience? because the Caravan will arrive soon I believe)
Vanys thinks on what Mia says and nods, "I agree. Helping the exile as much as possible seems good so as not to feed the power of the owl-goddess, but we must be surreptitious about it. As soon as the trial ends, the four of us will depart ahead of the caravan to scout the pass and ensure that there are no traps or ambushes laid. The plan seems sound. However, if we wish to help the person to be exiled, it may be wise to assist him before Ignazio accuses him. Once he is accused, all eyes will be on him and any assistance will be difficult to provide. If instead we quietly sneak some of those good berries into his pack or offer them to him without tipping him off that he was caught, we might be able to do it without drawing undue attention. Finally, if we wish to offer help before the trial itself, it would be prudent to act now." With that, Vanys begins looking around for the man that he saw on the wanted poster so that he can point him out to the rest of the group.
(OOC: I believe we are referring to the pass that is yet to come and we will help the person that is accused at the trial by providing him with resources as stealthily as possible, but then we will go ahead of the caravan to check out the pass that the fake warduke was talking about.)
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>>Mihris
"Of course Miri!" Mia hugs Mihris around her waist. "We're friends. We must stick together!"
>>Red,Vanys
The little elf nods to the half elf sorcerer. "That's not a bad idea! We might give them to the wrong person. But I can make ten berries! Sharing some for other people wouldn't hurt!" And Mia thinks she might know who the accused is. She remembers thereis a rough-looking human male,following the caravan on foot. His grumpy look is one that is hard to forget. Mia tries to connect the grumpy man and the face on the wanted poster.
(I think the picture in the scroll literally refers to the young human male with a nervous look about him the "a rough-looking human male with a rather unfriendly demeanor" is a different character. Here is the full list:
The caravan master Ignazio Gallo owns a total of six wagons near the front of the caravan, with several commoner servants driving them and performing other duties (grooming, feeding the beasts, cleaning, preparing food, etc.). Four guards join him at the front and two at the rear, they bear the colors of Luskan's Ship Rethnor (black ship over crimson and brown field).
Following is a reserved nonbinary elf driving a covered wagon.
On the next one rides what looks like an old male human priest (that's Arsenio), by the ceremonial cloth draped over his winter clothing and the proudly displayed coin-shaped amulet. He seems to be served by three commoners and a personal guard wearing a gold and white tabard. He is also accompanied by what seems to be a young male human noble.
Nearby riding a particularly groomed horse comes a bald middle-aged human male with regal garments and a proud pose.
Behind that follows a pale human female (that's Brita) with a rather serious look about her, driving her own wagon with trade goods methodically organized and folded.
The priestess Mithann also walks nearby, hugging her leather sack closely and looking at the others nearby nervously.
Following the caravan on foot nearby is a rough-looking human male with a rather unfriendly demeanor.
After that comes a scholarly looking young human female riding a horse at the side of her wagon, driven and tended by three other commoners of similar ethnicity, clearly not from around (that's Danai, as Arsenio pointed sometimes).
A young couple made of a rather good-humored looking human male (that's Gerard) and a dour-faced human female (that's Ionna) follows closely afterwards.
Nearby comes a young human male with a nervous look about him, accompanied by a draft horse bearing his gear.
At the rear of the caravan, two human males of different ethnicities who clearly form a couple drive their wagon with a tired or worried look about them.
(Oops! It's Mia's(and my) mistake. She expected wrong person. But others can point it to her when she heads to the wrong way. Then she will turn her direction and embarrassingly go to the young man. :) )
You walk through the caravan travelers, trying to piece together the drawing you saw with what little of their faces is visible below bulks of cold weather gear, sometimes including a face mask to keep their noses from freezing. Not very long later you're able to catch it,—the drawing was really fairly accurate—the short-haired haired man with a five o' clock beard shade comes behind Gerard and Ionna's wagons, and in front of a pair of human males in another wagon, somewhat hidden from view from the rest of the caravan and walking by the side of his draft horse, clutching his backpack with a worried look down. As he walks, he eventually jumps as he notices your sights upon him, his eyes grow wide and he blinks several times as he tries to disguise his surprise and keep walking ahead, he does not make eye contact or greet you in any way as he inevitably approaches you as he walks the path.
"The purpose of the trial is his death; as well as to not bring "criminals" in.. but unless they intend to hamper-violently. The individual could presumably await a day or two, then follow suit and enter town on their own-best they can. That may be a more reliable plan than telling them to go back.. They would have to survive for a bit.. but that is possible. Entering may be difficult but may not be." Red suggests, as they really haven't a firm clue what the details of the sentences truly are.
Vanys notices the man approaching and mutters quietly to Red, "However he wants to deal with his exile is up to him. We are just here to make sure he isn't a sacrifice to a greater evil." With that, Vanys waits until the man is reasonably close and then introduces himself as he steps back into the caravan next to the nervous looking fellow. "Hello. My name is Vanys and we wanted to talk to you about something." He gestures to Mia, Miri, and Red.
(quick motion check. Is the caravan "moving" currently? or is it still settled in prepping for continuing? I believe its moving? Was debating making a distraction with another improtu "group cooking" . Give conversation some cover, while endearing us to the caravan more. Since I'm sure most folks enjoyed Red's cooking over the weeks when he shares)
The young man avoids making eye contact with Vanys for as long as he manages to, until the man is too close and it feels too awkward, he eventually grimaces a bit and acknowledges you "Oh... Hi! Uh..." he nods as you introduce yourself and motion to your companions, but does not give you his name, offering only an embarrassed smile and concerned eyes "Yes, uh... Is anything the matter?" he says as he continues walking and clutches the saddlebags over the draft horse at his side.
((The caravan is already on the move, half of it was blocked briefly in order for all the wagons to be close enough to listen to Ignazio's statement earlier, and now they're all on the move again.))
"Well sir, Mia here has produced a powerful berry that can nourish you thoroughly for an entire day and we wanted to offer some to you as a way to hopefully get to know you better. Perhaps we could start with your name?" With that, Vanys looks to Mia to produce the berries, but as he looks to Mia, he still keeps part of his focus on the young man.
(OOC: This was the plan correct? Give the man goodberries so that he can survive the cold and then move on with the caravan?)
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The nervous man seems to fumble at words for several moments after Vanys' question, at first starting a hand motion as if to deny the berry, but eventually accepting it afterwards if you insist, he starts stuttering when about to offer his name "E-... uh, P-... I mean..." he sighs in defeat and shakes his head, "Edgar..." he straightens up in an attempt to start all over, "Thank you, good master. I'm Edgar. That's very kind of you." he eventually manages with a thankful, if awkward, smile.
"Oh, never mind,Edgar. ! I make and share these berries to other travelers from time to time." Mia waves her hand and pats the young man's waist. "But listen and remember! This berry can give enough nourishment to sustain you for one day. You don't need to eat anything during this time. Amazing, isn't it? But this magic fruit disappears if none eats it for one day. So… I gave you three berries. Eat one in the morning. Another one in the night. This will save you one and half days' rations. The last one is a spare in case you drop others. Oh Also if you get hurt, eat them. The berris can heal minor injures too. Understand young man? " Mia looks into Edgar's eyes and tries to see what the young man is feeling now.
"Really have to be careful here you know. I've been cooking for everyone, not everyone carries spare rations. Makes me worried in case someone gets lost or seperated. I imagine one could probably make it to the towns, if they had supplies. Not something I want to test though. Don't mind us. We have a weird love of feeding people. Ever catch one of my dinners?" Red is rather uncomfy with the set up of the situation, but speaks the truth, albiet in a round about way.
Mialee is seemingly unable to pierce all of the awkwardness in display, but is sure enough that she is looking upon a troubled man. Edgar risks a smile as he looks at the berry "It's a... a magical berry!" he smiles at you and nods as he tucks away the three berries into the folds of his horse's saddlebags. He shakes his head at Red's question, "Don't think so, master. I'd be delighted to tonight though, if you'll have me." he smiles again and eventually looks down, fidgeting with his pockets, "I, uh... I'm afraid I really don't have much to offer you, friends."
"We also have a weird love of saving people,"added Mihris with a nod towards Red. "And it seems in your case we can do both. Your full name would be Edgar Prospero, right? The caravan master got a wanting post with your name and description on it and now it looks like you are about to be executed. At the moment, we are the only thing standing between you and the death and intend to save your life. But for that we would need a bit more information. Care to tell about that post?"
As you say his whole name, the man's eyes already grow wide, and as you continue speaking, Edgar's jaw drops and his eyes begin to water. A silence falls over the conversation over several moments, Edgar wipes his face with the sleeve of his coat, "I- I'm sorry." he manages after a while, "T- that's me, yes. I'm Edgar Prospero, I guess it's all out there now..." he sighs and, with a defeated look, eventually reaches over to the saddlebag over his horse with shaking hands, "I-... I knew I should have burned those on the way... B- but I would never find the time, or the place to dispose of them." he produces three more similar posters, all seemingly stamped in the same way, but in various states of disrepair and torn corners, "The Flaming Fist wants me, I've escaped from the Seatower of Balduran. But it's... It's really not what you think." he looks at you with pleading eyes.
After a moment building up courage and breathing, Edgar starts to spill out a whole story, "It all started with that damned wind-sucker wax-nosed Patriar lady... She wanted me for herself and couldn't take no for an answer, she even knew I'm married, and so was she!" he shows the ring on his finder and sighs, "Sent the Fist on me out of spite after pestering me for a few months... They took me straight from the Guild Hall... Won't even be accepted there anymore after that. Got locked up in the Seatower." he shakes his head frustratedly, "Lost months in that cold damp place. One day finally managed out as some fellas knocked a hole into a wall damaged by infiltration. Swam my way out and fled the city. Tried to send a letter to my family when I reached Luskan, but that just stirred up Alliance's watchmen after me, that cursed woman had some friends. That's when I knew I had to leave their turf." he looks back at you, defeat clear in his eyes, "Now, was making my way to Lonelywood. Folks say it's calm there, most people just forget their pasts. Hoped to be able to bring my family up here, but past caught up to me, looks like."
Mia sits flat on the ground, closing her eyes. Mike the mouse puts a little snowball on the girl's forehead. "As I told you before… The reason the elders of High Forest sent me to the Icewind Dale is because … I'm a seer. I see visions time to time. But unlike divination spells, visions can't be tamed let alone controlled. I see what I can see, not what I want to see. Anyway… this time I saw the color of their souls, not the past or the upcoming future. So I'm sorry. I couldn't find evidence to help the accused. But…" Mia stands up. A small half melted snow runs down her face.
>>Mihris
Mia gently touches her friends. "Miri… you are the most noble and kind girl, I've ever seen. My parents told me the world outside the forest is filled with savage and evil barbarians. You proved they are wrong. I understand you and I respect you. However…" Mia sighs and shakes her head. " We have to prioritize the safety of the caravan. We can't allow the imposter to destroy these people! His evil plan must be stopped!"
The little elf listens to the speech of Ignazio. She closes her eyes and thinks for a while, then opens them with determination. "I have a plan. After the trial, we will give the accused as much support as we can. Then we go on ahead to the pass and investigate it. Under this weather and conditions, we can travel much faster than the caravan itself. We might be able to find something to warn Ignazio or stop Emial's plan. From what I have read from the egghead. He's plan isn't perfect or unstoppable. He may even take some action that we can take advantage of…"
>>Red
"Also… Red. I find that fake warduke anxiously touched his ring when I revealed his plan. Take a good look at it. I'm not good at human nobles but you might be able to find something odd. After all you are the one who gave us the opportunity to uncover the imposter."
(The moment is long past where he walked away. But could I roll a late perception, investigation, or simply intellegence check to try and remember what the Ring she mentioned look liked? In order to make another roll (Arcana, or history I would guess) to try and think on its meaning if I manage? Or will that have to be something done later when i see the warduke again?)
"If you insist on scouting that pass, Mia, I would not let you go there alone, of course." Mihris meant it and was going to follow Mia in her search.
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"I'm uncertain what we would gain exactly.. but I can't think of many other choices that aren't extreme, in terms of social dynamics and law. " Shrugs Red, agreeing to try something crazy that risks just themselves not the law.
(In an additional note. Do ya'll mean Scout the Pass before the caravan arrives? Or do you mean linger after the trial and search for discarded evidience? because the Caravan will arrive soon I believe)
Vanys thinks on what Mia says and nods, "I agree. Helping the exile as much as possible seems good so as not to feed the power of the owl-goddess, but we must be surreptitious about it. As soon as the trial ends, the four of us will depart ahead of the caravan to scout the pass and ensure that there are no traps or ambushes laid. The plan seems sound. However, if we wish to help the person to be exiled, it may be wise to assist him before Ignazio accuses him. Once he is accused, all eyes will be on him and any assistance will be difficult to provide. If instead we quietly sneak some of those good berries into his pack or offer them to him without tipping him off that he was caught, we might be able to do it without drawing undue attention. Finally, if we wish to offer help before the trial itself, it would be prudent to act now." With that, Vanys begins looking around for the man that he saw on the wanted poster so that he can point him out to the rest of the group.
Perception: 14
(OOC: I believe we are referring to the pass that is yet to come and we will help the person that is accused at the trial by providing him with resources as stealthily as possible, but then we will go ahead of the caravan to check out the pass that the fake warduke was talking about.)
“The mark of a successful DM is when you have caused more player deaths with doors than dragons, demons, or devils.”
>>Mihris
"Of course Miri!" Mia hugs Mihris around her waist. "We're friends. We must stick together!"
>>Red,Vanys
The little elf nods to the half elf sorcerer. "That's not a bad idea! We might give them to the wrong person. But I can make ten berries! Sharing some for other people wouldn't hurt!" And Mia thinks she might know who the accused is. She remembers there is a rough-looking human male,following the caravan on foot. His grumpy look is one that is hard to forget. Mia tries to connect the grumpy man and the face on the wanted poster.
Perception: 17
(I think the picture in the scroll literally refers to the young human male with a nervous look about him the "a rough-looking human male with a rather unfriendly demeanor" is a different character. Here is the full list:
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(Oops! It's Mia's(and my) mistake. She expected wrong person. But others can point it to her when she heads to the wrong way. Then she will turn her direction and embarrassingly go to the young man. :) )
You walk through the caravan travelers, trying to piece together the drawing you saw with what little of their faces is visible below bulks of cold weather gear, sometimes including a face mask to keep their noses from freezing. Not very long later you're able to catch it,—the drawing was really fairly accurate—the short-haired haired man with a five o' clock beard shade comes behind Gerard and Ionna's wagons, and in front of a pair of human males in another wagon, somewhat hidden from view from the rest of the caravan and walking by the side of his draft horse, clutching his backpack with a worried look down. As he walks, he eventually jumps as he notices your sights upon him, his eyes grow wide and he blinks several times as he tries to disguise his surprise and keep walking ahead, he does not make eye contact or greet you in any way as he inevitably approaches you as he walks the path.
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"The purpose of the trial is his death; as well as to not bring "criminals" in.. but unless they intend to hamper-violently. The individual could presumably await a day or two, then follow suit and enter town on their own-best they can. That may be a more reliable plan than telling them to go back.. They would have to survive for a bit.. but that is possible. Entering may be difficult but may not be." Red suggests, as they really haven't a firm clue what the details of the sentences truly are.
Vanys notices the man approaching and mutters quietly to Red, "However he wants to deal with his exile is up to him. We are just here to make sure he isn't a sacrifice to a greater evil." With that, Vanys waits until the man is reasonably close and then introduces himself as he steps back into the caravan next to the nervous looking fellow. "Hello. My name is Vanys and we wanted to talk to you about something." He gestures to Mia, Miri, and Red.
“The mark of a successful DM is when you have caused more player deaths with doors than dragons, demons, or devils.”
(quick motion check. Is the caravan "moving" currently? or is it still settled in prepping for continuing? I believe its moving? Was debating making a distraction with another improtu "group cooking" . Give conversation some cover, while endearing us to the caravan more. Since I'm sure most folks enjoyed Red's cooking over the weeks when he shares)
The young man avoids making eye contact with Vanys for as long as he manages to, until the man is too close and it feels too awkward, he eventually grimaces a bit and acknowledges you "Oh... Hi! Uh..." he nods as you introduce yourself and motion to your companions, but does not give you his name, offering only an embarrassed smile and concerned eyes "Yes, uh... Is anything the matter?" he says as he continues walking and clutches the saddlebags over the draft horse at his side.
((The caravan is already on the move, half of it was blocked briefly in order for all the wagons to be close enough to listen to Ignazio's statement earlier, and now they're all on the move again.))
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"Well sir, Mia here has produced a powerful berry that can nourish you thoroughly for an entire day and we wanted to offer some to you as a way to hopefully get to know you better. Perhaps we could start with your name?" With that, Vanys looks to Mia to produce the berries, but as he looks to Mia, he still keeps part of his focus on the young man.
(OOC: This was the plan correct? Give the man goodberries so that he can survive the cold and then move on with the caravan?)
“The mark of a successful DM is when you have caused more player deaths with doors than dragons, demons, or devils.”
The nervous man seems to fumble at words for several moments after Vanys' question, at first starting a hand motion as if to deny the berry, but eventually accepting it afterwards if you insist, he starts stuttering when about to offer his name "E-... uh, P-... I mean..." he sighs in defeat and shakes his head, "Edgar..." he straightens up in an attempt to start all over, "Thank you, good master. I'm Edgar. That's very kind of you." he eventually manages with a thankful, if awkward, smile.
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"Oh, never mind,Edgar. ! I make and share these berries to other travelers from time to time." Mia waves her hand and pats the young man's waist. "But listen and remember! This berry can give enough nourishment to sustain you for one day. You don't need to eat anything during this time. Amazing, isn't it? But this magic fruit disappears if none eats it for one day. So… I gave you three berries. Eat one in the morning. Another one in the night. This will save you one and half days' rations. The last one is a spare in case you drop others. Oh Also if you get hurt, eat them. The berris can heal minor injures too. Understand young man? " Mia looks into Edgar's eyes and tries to see what the young man is feeling now.
Insight：18
"Really have to be careful here you know. I've been cooking for everyone, not everyone carries spare rations. Makes me worried in case someone gets lost or seperated. I imagine one could probably make it to the towns, if they had supplies. Not something I want to test though. Don't mind us. We have a weird love of feeding people. Ever catch one of my dinners?" Red is rather uncomfy with the set up of the situation, but speaks the truth, albiet in a round about way.
Mialee is seemingly unable to pierce all of the awkwardness in display, but is sure enough that she is looking upon a troubled man. Edgar risks a smile as he looks at the berry "It's a... a magical berry!" he smiles at you and nods as he tucks away the three berries into the folds of his horse's saddlebags. He shakes his head at Red's question, "Don't think so, master. I'd be delighted to tonight though, if you'll have me." he smiles again and eventually looks down, fidgeting with his pockets, "I, uh... I'm afraid I really don't have much to offer you, friends."
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"We also have a weird love of saving people," added Mihris with a nod towards Red. "And it seems in your case we can do both. Your full name would be Edgar Prospero, right? The caravan master got a wanting post with your name and description on it and now it looks like you are about to be executed. At the moment, we are the only thing standing between you and the death and intend to save your life. But for that we would need a bit more information. Care to tell about that post?"
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As you say his whole name, the man's eyes already grow wide, and as you continue speaking, Edgar's jaw drops and his eyes begin to water. A silence falls over the conversation over several moments, Edgar wipes his face with the sleeve of his coat, "I- I'm sorry." he manages after a while, "T- that's me, yes. I'm Edgar Prospero, I guess it's all out there now..." he sighs and, with a defeated look, eventually reaches over to the saddlebag over his horse with shaking hands, "I-... I knew I should have burned those on the way... B- but I would never find the time, or the place to dispose of them." he produces three more similar posters, all seemingly stamped in the same way, but in various states of disrepair and torn corners, "The Flaming Fist wants me, I've escaped from the Seatower of Balduran. But it's... It's really not what you think." he looks at you with pleading eyes.
After a moment building up courage and breathing, Edgar starts to spill out a whole story, "It all started with that damned wind-sucker wax-nosed Patriar lady... She wanted me for herself and couldn't take no for an answer, she even knew I'm married, and so was she!" he shows the ring on his finder and sighs, "Sent the Fist on me out of spite after pestering me for a few months... They took me straight from the Guild Hall... Won't even be accepted there anymore after that. Got locked up in the Seatower." he shakes his head frustratedly, "Lost months in that cold damp place. One day finally managed out as some fellas knocked a hole into a wall damaged by infiltration. Swam my way out and fled the city. Tried to send a letter to my family when I reached Luskan, but that just stirred up Alliance's watchmen after me, that cursed woman had some friends. That's when I knew I had to leave their turf." he looks back at you, defeat clear in his eyes, "Now, was making my way to Lonelywood. Folks say it's calm there, most people just forget their pasts. Hoped to be able to bring my family up here, but past caught up to me, looks like."
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