“In mes experience pomposity is indicatived of o’ what’s Oi reads in a phlosifiker’s book as was call a supertory complexion. That bes translatered t’ beins unsure of yerself.”
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Panic is a mechanism that strengthens the gene pool.
Sitting nearby with his spellbook in his lap, Morisul smiled but didn't say anything. This made him think of what they used to say, tongue firmly in cheek, back home - it wasn't that they were prideful, Corellon just made his children better than other gods did. A long list of elven qualities and accomplishments lent credence to that. Of course with their far greater numbers, humans were on the rise and showed promise to some day eclipse the elves - if they didn't destroy each other first. They were more focused.
You all eventually get to resting. In the middle of the night (1 am or so), Tom and Morisul are standing watch. They see:
8 kobolds, apparently on some sort of patrol. They are in a double-file line, and the two in front are wearing leather armor and carrying a shield and a spear, the head of which appears to be fashioned from a tooth or claw of some kind. They are within 100 feet of you, but haven't noticed you yet, as far as you can tell.
Morisul draws his longbow and nocks an arrow but does not fire yet. If they had a battle, it would disrupt the rest of the party, which was something he wanted to avoid. He crouches and begins to move slowly out of the camp, trying to be as silent as possible. If he had to shoot at them, better that arrows came from a different direction. His owl familiar silently took flight and began circling the patrol.
Morisul shook his head silently, put his finger to his mouth in the universal gesture to tell the other elf to be quiet - at this range, in the dark, the kobolds would hear them before seeing them. That message delivered, he motioned the paladin to stay put, in case he would need to defend the others. Worst come to worst, the noise of the fighting would wake them up. Stealthily, he moved away and closer to the patrol, intending to divert them away. An idea came to him, to use an illusion to scare them away. But first, he'd need to get closer to be in range.
(Once in range, he will cast minor illusion to create a disembodied voice which sounds like a dragon. Morisul is proficient in Draconic language. He will have the illusion say, "How dare you trespass on MY territory, you worthless kobolds? Begone, and never return!")
(Loud but not scream-loud. It's supposed to be a dragon who has no reason to be holding back.)
Morisul's fingers flashed as he cast the spell again. Good thing it was a silent spell... The same voice snorted in derision at the mention of the name and answered boastfully. "Go tell that fool it's time to move to new territory, now that I'm here. NOW, all of you!" The voice paused then added, menacingly. "Actually, I only need one of you to deliver the message..."
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"Well, so far so good. The spirits have been kind to us. I'm happy to stand the first watch with someone."
Tegid muses as he stretches after a day's ride (he dares not use the "Q" word lol).
Odo Proudfoot - Lvl 10 Halfling Monk - Princes of the Apocalypse (Campaign Finished)
Orryn Pebblefoot - Lvl 5 Rock Gnome Wizard (Deceased) - Waterdeep: Dragon Heist (Deceased)
Anerin Ap Tewdr - Lvl 5 Human (Variant) Bard (College of Valor) - Waterdeep: Dragon Heist
"I would love to take the first watch with you," Ava says as she sits down. "This way I get to sleep in a bit more."
"Pshh, lightweight!" Tom says smiling at Ava. "I don't need much rest and can take the later shift if needs must."
DM - The Call of Strahd (CoS); Feyrealm Campaign, Chapter 0 - Bleak Prospect (BP), Chapter 1 - Destination Unknown (DU)
"Thank you Ava." Adding quietly to Ava "I've not dealt with many elves before, are they all this pompous?"
Odo Proudfoot - Lvl 10 Halfling Monk - Princes of the Apocalypse (Campaign Finished)
Orryn Pebblefoot - Lvl 5 Rock Gnome Wizard (Deceased) - Waterdeep: Dragon Heist (Deceased)
Anerin Ap Tewdr - Lvl 5 Human (Variant) Bard (College of Valor) - Waterdeep: Dragon Heist
"This face needs beauty sleep," Ava says laughing back at Tom. Whispering to Tegid, "I don't think they are, he seems to be a lot."
(Note: After 24 hours or everyone's done rping, I'll continue)
Tegid nods at this, "Ok, that's good to know. Have you dealt with Elves and Dwarves much before?"
Odo Proudfoot - Lvl 10 Halfling Monk - Princes of the Apocalypse (Campaign Finished)
Orryn Pebblefoot - Lvl 5 Rock Gnome Wizard (Deceased) - Waterdeep: Dragon Heist (Deceased)
Anerin Ap Tewdr - Lvl 5 Human (Variant) Bard (College of Valor) - Waterdeep: Dragon Heist
"Only the few that were on my ship or we encountered in town. I never had much reason to seek them out until now."
“In mes experience pomposity is indicatived of o’ what’s Oi reads in a phlosifiker’s book as was call a supertory complexion. That bes translatered t’ beins unsure of yerself.”
Panic is a mechanism that strengthens the gene pool.
Sitting nearby with his spellbook in his lap, Morisul smiled but didn't say anything. This made him think of what they used to say, tongue firmly in cheek, back home - it wasn't that they were prideful, Corellon just made his children better than other gods did. A long list of elven qualities and accomplishments lent credence to that. Of course with their far greater numbers, humans were on the rise and showed promise to some day eclipse the elves - if they didn't destroy each other first. They were more focused.
You all eventually get to resting. In the middle of the night (1 am or so), Tom and Morisul are standing watch. They see:
8 kobolds, apparently on some sort of patrol. They are in a double-file line, and the two in front are wearing leather armor and carrying a shield and a spear, the head of which appears to be fashioned from a tooth or claw of some kind. They are within 100 feet of you, but haven't noticed you yet, as far as you can tell.
Morisul draws his longbow and nocks an arrow but does not fire yet. If they had a battle, it would disrupt the rest of the party, which was something he wanted to avoid. He crouches and begins to move slowly out of the camp, trying to be as silent as possible. If he had to shoot at them, better that arrows came from a different direction. His owl familiar silently took flight and began circling the patrol.
(Can I just note I very much approve of a wizard using a longbow? )
( It's better than a cantrip. Maybe in a bit he'll get to use a sword also. Let me know if you need a Stealth check or something)
(I'm just going to use passives for this. And you easily surpass their perception.)
Tom whispers in hushed tones to Morisul, "Should I go wake the others? Do they appear to be coming this way?"
Perception check, attempting to discern whether the kobolds are likely to intersect the camp: 14
DM - The Call of Strahd (CoS); Feyrealm Campaign, Chapter 0 - Bleak Prospect (BP), Chapter 1 - Destination Unknown (DU)
Tom: From what you can see, you can't decide. They might, but right now, they are patrolling a line 95 feet away.
(Stealth: 15 )
Morisul shook his head silently, put his finger to his mouth in the universal gesture to tell the other elf to be quiet - at this range, in the dark, the kobolds would hear them before seeing them. That message delivered, he motioned the paladin to stay put, in case he would need to defend the others. Worst come to worst, the noise of the fighting would wake them up. Stealthily, he moved away and closer to the patrol, intending to divert them away. An idea came to him, to use an illusion to scare them away. But first, he'd need to get closer to be in range.
(Once in range, he will cast minor illusion to create a disembodied voice which sounds like a dragon. Morisul is proficient in Draconic language. He will have the illusion say, "How dare you trespass on MY territory, you worthless kobolds? Begone, and never return!")
(How loud is the voice?)
One of the kobolds in armor says "Um..With all honor that is rightfully yours, who talks? This land is the land of the mighty Taenyrm!"
(Loud but not scream-loud. It's supposed to be a dragon who has no reason to be holding back.)
Morisul's fingers flashed as he cast the spell again. Good thing it was a silent spell... The same voice snorted in derision at the mention of the name and answered boastfully. "Go tell that fool it's time to move to new territory, now that I'm here. NOW, all of you!" The voice paused then added, menacingly. "Actually, I only need one of you to deliver the message..."