Having slunk into the tree line and finding one dead goblin, Silver carefully picks about the body to see if there is anything of interest.. Some moldy cheese... A wad of string... But some little pocket change. Five whole copper? Silver thinks to themselves. Hardly worth having to handle a dead goblin. The Tabaxi looks about themselves to see if there are more of this kind around, then shrugs and returns to the others...
(OOC: Just an FYI. My laptop is having technical issues and I am having to use my phone for now. this is going to make posting harder and less frequent.)
Kathrine frowns at the painted wagon as it crests the hill. Then ehr eyes open wide in alarm. “That thing is going way too fast...” She tells the others. “Get out of its way!” She matches word to actiona nd gets off of the road and behind a tree.
It's far enough away that none of the party is in immanent danger...
But as you watch from the sides of the road or under cover of forest, you can see that a disaster is about to unfold.
The wagon begins to roll downward.
The tired horses are plodding forward slowly… until the wagon overtakes them.
It picks up speed. That huge hill you just wandered down is becoming a scene for a potential disaster.
The 2 horses who had been dragging the wagon up the hill are now being overtaken by it. Loud whinnying accompanies their jump out of the wagon’s path. But their harnesses yank them forward. The exhausted horses are forced to try and keep up with the wagon’s increasing pace.
The men who were goading them on before are left behind. One of them runs after the wagon and horses, the other seems frozen in place.
It won’t be long before the wagon’s speed exceeds that of the tired horses.
Is there anything you can do? Or will you watch this unfold?
Kathrine stands behind a tree, her eyes narrowing as the poor horses are looking to get hurt due to someone's foolishness. She has nothing she can do in aid to this, other than the bond she has already placed on two of her companions. She hopes the aid to them will be of use...
Remember two of you can still add the 1d4 to any roll you make, once per turn.
Katherine shouts her warning and looks on in horror at the plight of the horses.
Rowan sprints up the hill towards the wagon.
Alarion was investigating where the arrows came from and thinks he can see what direction one of the ambushers ran in. Then he hears Katherine’s call and rushes out of the forest to see what’s happening.
Cail is chuckling and searching his pack, until Katherine’s warning causes his head to rise.
Silver darts back from tussling with a dead Goblin’s pockets to the edge of the forest to see the predicament.
Alarion reaches the side of the road and understands Katherine’s warning that the wagon is gaining too much speed and that the two horses are in danger. He begins to chant, and energy quickly pools between his hands to form Magic Missiles.
(Alarion and Silver may add 1d4 to attack roll/ability check/saving throw for the next few minutes, if/when needed due to Katherine's bonding)
Cail's eyes widen, one hand still in his bag of rations. He has time to get out of the way of the oncoming wagon. Does Cail dislike the playwright enough to not save him, if the so-called-playwright is inside the out-of-control wagon? Or will Cail take action?
Tears squeeze out of the sides of Katherine's eyes, watching the horses as the wagon drags them and their exhausted legs are keeping up... for now. She has done what she could. She continues to pray. Every second feels like an eternity, wishing she could do more.
Rowan has almost reached the wagon - His grey cloak flies out like wings around him as he sprints up the hill. His hood blows back, revealing a mass of tangled ash-blond hair.
The scent of magic... how can it ever be explained, just as a flavor or scent is so difficult to explain.
Blazing bolts whiz from Alarion's hand to land on the back wheels of the caravan, leaving the scent of a thunderstorm behind.
The back wheels of the wagon are hit hard, and damaged.
The wooden wheels begin to crack, then splinter. The caravan wagon is still travelling downhill, but it has now slowed to a safe pace. The back wheels mostly destroyed, the end of the painted wagon drags and slows the momentum.
Crawling for the back of the wagon a young blond human in chainmail armor,with a tabbard hearlding the symbol of Torm shouts. "For the love of Torm, and any other god get out of the way!" With that he draws his sword and attempts to cut the horses free of the doomed wagon, before attempting to jumping clear of the wagon.
The horses show the whites of their eyes and teeth... big teeth that chomp at their leather harnesses. The neighs express loud disapproval of what nearly just happened... but someone saved them... they begin to calm down as the painted wagon slides to the bottom of the hill and they trot alongside at a comparatively leisurely pace.
The wagon / caravan is now in front of you. It's front wheels are sinking into mud, and the back wheels are now non-existent thanks to Alarion's Magic Missles.
The voice sounds female and annoyed. It comes from inside the wagon.
"Got our wheels blown off again by some hooligans no doot. And where's me asshat of a so-called-husband??? Wasn't he supposed to be drivin' the bloody wagon?"
Her voice is loud, and rising in pitch. You can all hear it.
Then he straightens his shoulders. "That's Shake-a-spear's wife" he stage whispers, loud enough for anyone within 30' to hear. He tosses his blonde curly hair and gives a blue-eyed wink, his armor gleaming in the last light of the setting sun.
Grazing a hand over the rough bark of the tree she had been standing behind, Kathrine moves around it and back onto the road. She smiles at the horses, who seem to be calming down and don't look likely to spook and run off now. She frowns at the wagon, taking in the splintered, and road-worn back half of the thing, as well as the cut harnesses of the horses. She sighs as she expects none of that to be taken well. She tucks some of her dark chestnut hair behind an ear, the symbol of her god visible on the breastplate of her scale mail.
"My lady, are you well in there?" She calls out, moving to the side of the wagon. "My companions only barely managed to keep your wagon from being obliterated at the bottom of the hill, though we were forced to do what is clearly lesser damage to the wagon in order to keep it from being completely destroyed." Kathrine knocks on the door to the wagon as she reaches it. "Please accept our appologies for the damage we were forced to do in order to keep you from a far worse fate."
Insight: 27 Persuasion: 16 Guidance for persuasion: 2
Silver is slowly walking towards the wagon but is mainly keeping an eye out on the surroundings, the treelike and the top of the hill. Something caused this chaos, and if that was connected to the goblins then there could be more...
Rowen trots to a stop near the wagon. Wiping sweat from his head, a scowl crosses his face as he looks towards the man, "You almost needed a new set of horses and a new wife! Be careful friend."
Alarion walks over to Gabriel. "Greetings, though I wish we had met under more pleasant circumstances. My name is Alarion Amanodel." He then is going to try to assist Kathrine in calming the woman.
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"Oh she is not my wife" Gabriel chuckles. "I was simply accompanying them on there way to Phandalin. As a paladin of Torm I have a duty to protect those I can. About a mile up the road arrows rained down on us, and her husband drove the wagon like a mad man to get clear. He was tossed from the wagon just before we crested that hill."
Jogging back up the hill, Gabriel is looking for "shake-a-spears" husband, as well as keeping a eye on the tree line.
Perception: 2
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Having slunk into the tree line and finding one dead goblin, Silver carefully picks about the body to see if there is anything of interest.. Some moldy cheese... A wad of string... But some little pocket change. Five whole copper? Silver thinks to themselves. Hardly worth having to handle a dead goblin. The Tabaxi looks about themselves to see if there are more of this kind around, then shrugs and returns to the others...
(OOC: Just an FYI. My laptop is having technical issues and I am having to use my phone for now. this is going to make posting harder and less frequent.)
Kathrine frowns at the painted wagon as it crests the hill. Then ehr eyes open wide in alarm. “That thing is going way too fast...” She tells the others. “Get out of its way!” She matches word to actiona nd gets off of the road and behind a tree.
Rowen hears her and his head snaps to the wagon. He dives towards the treeline and watches what unfolds from there.
The wagon begins to roll down the hill...
It's far enough away that none of the party is in immanent danger...
But as you watch from the sides of the road or under cover of forest, you can see that a disaster is about to unfold.
The wagon begins to roll downward.
The tired horses are plodding forward slowly… until the wagon overtakes them.
It picks up speed. That huge hill you just wandered down is becoming a scene for a potential disaster.
The 2 horses who had been dragging the wagon up the hill are now being overtaken by it. Loud whinnying accompanies their jump out of the wagon’s path. But their harnesses yank them forward. The exhausted horses are forced to try and keep up with the wagon’s increasing pace.
The men who were goading them on before are left behind. One of them runs after the wagon and horses, the other seems frozen in place.
It won’t be long before the wagon’s speed exceeds that of the tired horses.
Is there anything you can do? Or will you watch this unfold?
Rowen rushes out and attempts to jump onto the wagon and apply the brake before the worst happens!
Acrobatics: 16
Silver stands well off to the side, observing... They have nothing useful for this situation.
Alarion is going to cast magic missile, targeting the rear wheels of the wagon, if Rowen is unable to brake it.
Kathrine stands behind a tree, her eyes narrowing as the poor horses are looking to get hurt due to someone's foolishness. She has nothing she can do in aid to this, other than the bond she has already placed on two of her companions. She hopes the aid to them will be of use...
Remember two of you can still add the 1d4 to any roll you make, once per turn.
Katherine shouts her warning and looks on in horror at the plight of the horses.
Rowan sprints up the hill towards the wagon.
Alarion was investigating where the arrows came from and thinks he can see what direction one of the ambushers ran in. Then he hears Katherine’s call and rushes out of the forest to see what’s happening.
Cail is chuckling and searching his pack, until Katherine’s warning causes his head to rise.
Silver darts back from tussling with a dead Goblin’s pockets to the edge of the forest to see the predicament.
Alarion reaches the side of the road and understands Katherine’s warning that the wagon is gaining too much speed and that the two horses are in danger. He begins to chant, and energy quickly pools between his hands to form Magic Missiles.
(Alarion and Silver may add 1d4 to attack roll/ability check/saving throw for the next few minutes, if/when needed due to Katherine's bonding)
Cail's eyes widen, one hand still in his bag of rations. He has time to get out of the way of the oncoming wagon. Does Cail dislike the playwright enough to not save him, if the so-called-playwright is inside the out-of-control wagon? Or will Cail take action?
Tears squeeze out of the sides of Katherine's eyes, watching the horses as the wagon drags them and their exhausted legs are keeping up... for now. She has done what she could. She continues to pray. Every second feels like an eternity, wishing she could do more.
Rowan has almost reached the wagon - His grey cloak flies out like wings around him as he sprints up the hill. His hood blows back, revealing a mass of tangled ash-blond hair.
The scent of magic... how can it ever be explained, just as a flavor or scent is so difficult to explain.
Blazing bolts whiz from Alarion's hand to land on the back wheels of the caravan, leaving the scent of a thunderstorm behind.
The back wheels of the wagon are hit hard, and damaged.
The wooden wheels begin to crack, then splinter. The caravan wagon is still travelling downhill, but it has now slowed to a safe pace. The back wheels mostly destroyed, the end of the painted wagon drags and slows the momentum.
Crawling for the back of the wagon a young blond human in chainmail armor,with a tabbard hearlding the symbol of Torm shouts. "For the love of Torm, and any other god get out of the way!" With that he draws his sword and attempts to cut the horses free of the doomed wagon, before attempting to jumping clear of the wagon.
Attack: 6 Damage: Unable to parse dice roll.
Athletics: 21
The horses show the whites of their eyes and teeth... big teeth that chomp at their leather harnesses. The neighs express loud disapproval of what nearly just happened... but someone saved them... they begin to calm down as the painted wagon slides to the bottom of the hill and they trot alongside at a comparatively leisurely pace.
The wagon / caravan is now in front of you. It's front wheels are sinking into mud, and the back wheels are now non-existent thanks to Alarion's Magic Missles.
"Well lookit that why don't chya!"
The voice sounds female and annoyed. It comes from inside the wagon.
"Got our wheels blown off again by some hooligans no doot. And where's me asshat of a so-called-husband??? Wasn't he supposed to be drivin' the bloody wagon?"
Her voice is loud, and rising in pitch. You can all hear it.
Retrieving his dropped long sword, and cleaning the mud from himself the young man looks up smiling.
"Well meet, and thank Torm and Tymora you all arived when you did! Names Gabriel Roycroft of Neverwinter. Who might I have the pleasure of thanking?"
Gabriel winces at the sound of the woman's voice.
Then he straightens his shoulders. "That's Shake-a-spear's wife" he stage whispers, loud enough for anyone within 30' to hear. He tosses his blonde curly hair and gives a blue-eyed wink, his armor gleaming in the last light of the setting sun.
Grazing a hand over the rough bark of the tree she had been standing behind, Kathrine moves around it and back onto the road. She smiles at the horses, who seem to be calming down and don't look likely to spook and run off now. She frowns at the wagon, taking in the splintered, and road-worn back half of the thing, as well as the cut harnesses of the horses. She sighs as she expects none of that to be taken well. She tucks some of her dark chestnut hair behind an ear, the symbol of her god visible on the breastplate of her scale mail.
"My lady, are you well in there?" She calls out, moving to the side of the wagon. "My companions only barely managed to keep your wagon from being obliterated at the bottom of the hill, though we were forced to do what is clearly lesser damage to the wagon in order to keep it from being completely destroyed." Kathrine knocks on the door to the wagon as she reaches it. "Please accept our appologies for the damage we were forced to do in order to keep you from a far worse fate."
Insight: 27 Persuasion: 16 Guidance for persuasion: 2
Silver is slowly walking towards the wagon but is mainly keeping an eye out on the surroundings, the treelike and the top of the hill. Something caused this chaos, and if that was connected to the goblins then there could be more...
Rowen trots to a stop near the wagon. Wiping sweat from his head, a scowl crosses his face as he looks towards the man, "You almost needed a new set of horses and a new wife! Be careful friend."
Alarion walks over to Gabriel. "Greetings, though I wish we had met under more pleasant circumstances. My name is Alarion Amanodel." He then is going to try to assist Kathrine in calming the woman.
Persuasion: 3 + 3
"Oh she is not my wife" Gabriel chuckles. "I was simply accompanying them on there way to Phandalin. As a paladin of Torm I have a duty to protect those I can. About a mile up the road arrows rained down on us, and her husband drove the wagon like a mad man to get clear. He was tossed from the wagon just before we crested that hill."
Jogging back up the hill, Gabriel is looking for "shake-a-spears" husband, as well as keeping a eye on the tree line.
Perception: 2