Your party just survived a week of grueling trials and found themselves now a part of the Sun Wardens. A part of an elite fighting force charged with the protection of Drynna working alongside the clergy from the Temple of Pelor, the central deity worshiped in this coastal town. The party has gotten to know one another briefly through these few days of combat training and tests of integrity. You've been put together to complement one another in combat. Your party sits at a long oak table in the Sun Warden's barracks near the Sunrise Lodge, the communal seat of governance, and awaits the morning's news. Currently, the Sun Wardens and the city's leadership, a council of six councilors made up of founding families and the heads of three prominent guilds: fishery guild, sailmaker guild, and the smith's guild stand before the party. Each guild has put forward funds to hire and train new wardens such as yourselves.
The news delivered to the party as well as the Warden, old and new, is delivered by Phinus Driscoll, the Herald of the Dawn. It seems the young, male, human bard has bad tidings. The night passed with more than a half dozen disappearances reported. This time the disappearances were closest to the docks near Lake Moreen. The same mysterious fog that has been found to originate from Rootgarden Marsh spread throughout the lower areas of the city where most of the seemingly random disappearances occurred. Nothing has been left behind by the victims no clues or traces... They simply vanished. There's a new curfew being imposed as the Sun Wardens along with the City Gaurd will be out enforcing the curfew. Driscoll is a handsome man whose commanding presence gives this bad news with the zeal of a man on a mission to end the disappearances.
Everyone gains 10 temporary hit points until the end of the next dawn.
Driscoll relinquishes the spotlight and joins the leader of the Wardens, first knight Sigrune Nygaard. The first knight, also a human looks remarkably like Driscoll. She seems somber in expression however as the two exchange words in hushed tones before Driscoll departs the barracks. A young, blonde dwarven woman walks to the center of the great hall and bows her head, and gives a brief blessing to those gathered from the Brightfather. This dwarf you know is the leader of the Temple of Pelor, Thalia Deepdelver, also known as the High Priest of the Dawn. Thalia departs soon after Driscoll and the great hall return to the chattering of soldiers over their morning meal.
Krastus is up...
Ben is on deck!
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Krastus says, “I think our time today might be best spent exploring Rootgarden Marsh until we have to return to help enforce the curfew. What do you all think? Fianna, was your homestead near the marsh? Do you know anything about it?
Ben Daxio pulls a small brass pocket watch from inside his tunic, looks at the face, adjusts a knob and places it back in his pocket. He then turns a page in the book lying open in front of him, only diverting his attention from the page to take a bite of his now cold breakfast.
At the dragonborn's question, Ben finally looks up and around at the others, running a hand through his wavy brown hair then scratching his short beard.
"Did, um," Ben starts then stops, pauses, then starts again. "Did Driscoll say something about more disappearances and the docks?"
He takes a quick sip of the cold tea besides his book. He almost goes back to the book but looks at Krastus instead.
"Might I suggest we check the docks first? Something might have been, um, missed. The marsh will be there later in the day, but if there are any hints to what happened on the docks, they will be lost before long."
Ben nods his head once, opens his mouth to speak again but decides against it, takes another bite of breakfast and looks at a page in his book again, this time making a short notation in the margin.
Bonivere chokes on her tea and hacks loudly. She gives a thumbs up to any irritated glances before throwing an arm around Ben's shoulders.
"Krastus is-… *cough*...Krastus is right, Ben." Bonivere gestures to where Driscoll stood. "The Sun Warden's and City Guard have been investigating this for awhile. Not a single clue. But the Rootgarden Marshes, Ben! Remember 'The Princess and the Bog Queen'? We could be like those kids. Those kids that… that mostly survived."Bonivere's expression darkens and she pulls her arm back.
"But you're the clever one. What do you think, Fianna?"
Elthias eats his meal in mostly silence, occasionally stopping to listen to Driscoll. He eyes the others occasionally but turns his attention back to whatever thoughts occupy him. His hands occasionally move to rest on by his side, never to far from the rapier at his hip as if expecting to draw it at a moments notice.
"If the marsh is our next destination then we shouldn't tarry for long. All leads need to be checked into." As he speaks, his voice is almost a completely monotone, stoic and concise.
During the week of training Fianna has been a combination shy and boisterous. She generally huddled into her cloak and hood actively paying attention and listening but seldom initiating conversation. Once she speaks up, however, she freely says her piece and is more than willing to argue a point.
Today she listens as well, taking in what Driscoll says. She finds herself heartened by his words despite also being frustrated by the lack of actual clues or advancement in solving the issue. Throughout the speech her right hand held her left wrist, holding tight the locket she wore wrapped around that wrist. Her sister had given it to her when they were younger… before their parents were gone. Before Saoirse herself was gone. That is why Fianna listens, and hopes, but also simmers due not expecting anything from these people. It’s why she’s trying to do it herself..,
“What? Oh! Umm… what was that, Krastus?” She had been distracted when addressed to stuttered in order to buy time to mentally play back what she had missed. “Oh, no. No, sorry. The farm is way out beyond the city. It’s a stretch to think of it as a part of Drynna and it’s area at all, except there is nowhere closer at all. I barely know here at all, this week being first time I’ve been here in years…”
“Tough call between the docs and the marsh,” She continues after the others have discussed it a bit. “Ben is right, as Bonivere says. Any evidence at the docs is likely to disappear quickly…”
“Yet I think I agree with Krastus and we should check the marsh?” Fianna continues. “Everyone will be searching the docks. They’ll be tripping over each other. We’d likely have the marsh to ourselves. I’m sure it too has been gone over by everyone but perhaps a smaller more focused group can have some luck?”
While the party chats the room begins to fill with conversations as the fellow new wardens return to their morning meals. Each table has anywhere from six to ten people at it from all walks of life and races of Talamh alike. There's a tall, willowy half-elf the party knows as Lu. The half-elf is a Dusk Warden and has often been seen during archery practice giving instruction. The half-elf has short, cropped red hair, and a fair complexion dotted with freckles. They have large amber eyes and a soft, usually smiling expression as if they are on the verge of laughing. Lu keeps to themselves occasionally chatting to something yet to reveal itself from behind the young ranger's leather hood that's often drawn up over their head. On this day it seems the ranger is very watchful of the party, anyone could notice. It's almost as if the young Dusk Warden is weighing the pros and cons of joining the party as other Wardens of various factions begin to seat themselves with the other parties wrapping up their morning meals.
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Krastus notices the half-elf and waves them over. “Lu, isn’t it? Why don’t you join us? We were just discussing where we hope they assign us for today’s duties. I think exploring the marsh is the highest priority, but our friend Ben thinks we should go to the docks first to see if we might find clues that were overlooked after last night’s disappearances. I think I have the party almost convinced to try for the marsh. What do you think?”
(OOC: Would I know what a dusk warden is? Did you mean sun warden?)
Fianna gives a small nod to Dusk Warden Lu but them retreats further back into her cloak and hood, if possible. She wanted to acknowledge the attention but certainly didn’t want to encourage more. She turns quickly to stare daggers at Krastus when he invites the Warden to join them, a tiny gasp being heard by those with sharp ears…
Though having someone experienced with us could be beneficial, she thinks. Still, anyone new is mentally taxing and draining… ugh!
"Good morning to all," Lu says in a soft tone. "The marsh by daylight is certainly where I'd start, " they add with a nod seating themselves at the table with the party. "I think the trials are completed today, yes? Soon to don the armor of our merry band of Dawn followers, " they say with a curt nod. "Any thing you might want to know I will try to answer, " Lu then says in a serious tone looking over the party. "Anyone, " they add curiously with another soft resting expression.
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Ben looks up from his book again, having only smiled and nodded when Bonivere almost knocked him off the bench with her embrace earlier, his eyebrows raise when he realizes there's a newcomer with the group now.
He closes the book and hooks it to a loop on his belt and turns to face Lu, though the eyebrow drops and a frown-line appears across his forehead when she mentions they're Dawn followers.
"There are so many, um, questions to ask," Ben says pausing briefly to run his hand through his hair again. "about these disappearances. Have there been any disappearances without the fog being present? Has the fog been present but no one disappeared? Have the disappearances all been only in the lower parts of the town? Has anyone else gone into the marsh to investigate already? Have any of the wardens waited for the fog at night to see if it would take them away?"
Ben stops, looking to see if anyone is listening, then counts several of his fingers, then smiles at Lu.
"There are more, but, er, um, maybe that's enough to start."
Krastus nods as he listens to Ben's questions. He adds, "I'd like to know more about the connection between the fog and the marsh. Also if you have any advice regarding how best to get to the marsh and how best to outfit ourselves to explore it."
“What’s the furthest from the marsh anyone has been disappeared from?” Fianna chimes in, cocking her head and speaking aloud but still hidden in her hood. “And has everyone gone missing been outdoors? Or does shelter provide no shelter?”
Elthias listens to what the others ask, his eyes focused on the Dusk Warden the entire time he waits for his turn to ask questions. "If the priests have become involved then I imagine they have already considered the possibility of this being the effect of something infernal or abyssal?" He questions as he fiddles with the uniform a bit, more used to his practical clothing.
"To my knowledge, the marsh fog has been a part of the marsh since the founders settled here. The fog however seems more sinister now however as the disappearances loom over the city," Lu replies to Ben and Krastus. "We've monitored the fog. It begins at sunset and reaches from the marsh across the lake into the lower docks. It rarely makes it further inland but on a stormy night it's been known to reach the Lodge itself," they added. "We've combed the marsh during the last few days but there's no way to search all of it. It's not easily accessible from the path through it and the flatboats we've been using cannot pass over the roots of the mangrove that can be as large as a hut but impassible," they continue to explain. "A new perceptive is needed in the marsh I think," they gesture at the party. "Dawn followers as we are they paladins have tried their hands at sensing evil and good but the marsh again is vast and so far we've discovered very little beyond the beasts and plants that are threatening enough that a creature that doesn't belong. I think the market across from the Sunrise Lodge is the farthest away from the marsh someone has gone missing. There's no evidence that anyone or anything has happened to the people who've disappeared. They're just...gone," Lu says with a sigh rubbing the back of their neck beneath the hood. "I wish there was some kind of trail or...scrap of evidence that could help us divine what could be happening! The last to disappear was a fisherman named Gray Talbot. He was repairing nets and disappeared from his hut! So, I don't think any amount of shelter from the fog is a deterrent," Lu adds with a shrug at Fianna. "You will have the gear you've had since joining us and a few boons from the armory and smithy here at the Warden's Hall. What else would you think you'd need?" They ask curiously. "I am sure myself and Sky Full of Stars here," Lu gestures at a sleek black-furred Tabaxi that approaches.
The tabaxi has vestments of Pelor with yellow orb-like eyes and an angular catlike face. The cleric's tail flicks with their gate as they stop in front of the table where the party sits with Lu. Sky Full of Stars has been a great leader from the Temple of Pelor. The cleric has been attentive of your injuries during the trials to join and a counselor to your faith or lack thereof. Never pushing you only ever accepting and honestly concerned with your well-being.
"We should get going yes," Sky Full of Stars begins nodding at the group. "We've been assigned the marsh," the tabaxi explains. "Lu," the tabaxi says to the ranger witha nod. "Please, as you all know call me Sky," the tabaxi reminds the party. "Shall we get started," he asks curiously with an arched eyebrow and making a soft purring sound.
Ben listens carefully as Lu speaks, committing everything she says to memory.
"Perhaps if we could get a view from above the marsh we might find an easier path through," Ben muses. "It would be easier if we could all just fly but I think that's, um, maybe, a touch beyond our abilities at the moment."
He raises his arm absently, and seemingly out of no where, announced only by a short screech, a white owl flies down from somewhere over head and lands on Ben's arm. It bobs its head snowy white head a couple of times before looking around at the others. The dark brown feathers around its eyes give it the appearance of wearing thick dark glasses over its white feathers.
"Chronos could fly overhead and help guide us," Ben suggests.
Then he sighs deeply and looks down at this own boots.
"Taller boots might be nice if we're going through the marsh."
"Not afraid of getting a bit dirty," Fianna says with a shrug knowing that such is probably pretty apparently by her clothes already. "Not sure what we'll need so I guess I have all I need."
"Are you both coming with us?" Fianna does ask, curiously. She isn't sure if they're being given extra help or not but she's always more comfortable with less people around. "I'm sure with you both we'll have everything we need."
Bonivere has been nodding her head, saying 'good question' and 'yeah' and overall trying to look like a seasoned warrior in front of Lu. Her ponderous expression breaks a little when Chronos lands on Ben's arm. She reaches over and gives the familiar some gentle scratchies under the chin with a whispered 'who's the cleverest bird? Yes, you are,' and leaves a piece of jerky balanced on Ben's shoulder.
"I can carry you on my shoulders if you like," Bonivere says to the young wizard. "Keep you with us while you do your wizard eyes thing with Chronos. Or we could all bear you on a litter like an arcane lord, robes kept clean while we wallow in the mire. That sounds rather fun." She teases.
Noticing the glances of Lu and Sky, Bonivere adopts her warrior expression again and stands up. She slings her backpack, sinches the straps tight, and tucks her thumbs into her belt. She nods to Fianna.
Krastus taps the side of his forehead. “I just realized that to explore the marshes, we’ll have to hire boats at the docks. Perhaps we could take a look around this Talbot’s home as well, since we’ll be in the area. A new set of eyes might be just the thing!” He smiles at Ben.
With his questions answered, Elthias nods as he stands up from the table to join the others. With practiced ease he carefully makes sure all of his equipment is in place. "Now that we have a destination and the start of a plan in mind, is there any extra equipment that we should acquire for a trip into the marsh?" As he finishes speaking he tilts his head questioningly at the attention the owl familiar is receiving before shrugging.
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Your party just survived a week of grueling trials and found themselves now a part of the Sun Wardens. A part of an elite fighting force charged with the protection of Drynna working alongside the clergy from the Temple of Pelor, the central deity worshiped in this coastal town. The party has gotten to know one another briefly through these few days of combat training and tests of integrity. You've been put together to complement one another in combat. Your party sits at a long oak table in the Sun Warden's barracks near the Sunrise Lodge, the communal seat of governance, and awaits the morning's news. Currently, the Sun Wardens and the city's leadership, a council of six councilors made up of founding families and the heads of three prominent guilds: fishery guild, sailmaker guild, and the smith's guild stand before the party. Each guild has put forward funds to hire and train new wardens such as yourselves.
The news delivered to the party as well as the Warden, old and new, is delivered by Phinus Driscoll, the Herald of the Dawn. It seems the young, male, human bard has bad tidings. The night passed with more than a half dozen disappearances reported. This time the disappearances were closest to the docks near Lake Moreen. The same mysterious fog that has been found to originate from Rootgarden Marsh spread throughout the lower areas of the city where most of the seemingly random disappearances occurred. Nothing has been left behind by the victims no clues or traces... They simply vanished. There's a new curfew being imposed as the Sun Wardens along with the City Gaurd will be out enforcing the curfew. Driscoll is a handsome man whose commanding presence gives this bad news with the zeal of a man on a mission to end the disappearances.
Everyone gains 10 temporary hit points until the end of the next dawn.
Driscoll relinquishes the spotlight and joins the leader of the Wardens, first knight Sigrune Nygaard. The first knight, also a human looks remarkably like Driscoll. She seems somber in expression however as the two exchange words in hushed tones before Driscoll departs the barracks. A young, blonde dwarven woman walks to the center of the great hall and bows her head, and gives a brief blessing to those gathered from the Brightfather. This dwarf you know is the leader of the Temple of Pelor, Thalia Deepdelver, also known as the High Priest of the Dawn. Thalia departs soon after Driscoll and the great hall return to the chattering of soldiers over their morning meal.
Krastus is up...
Ben is on deck!
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Krastus says, “I think our time today might be best spent exploring Rootgarden Marsh until we have to return to help enforce the curfew. What do you all think? Fianna, was your homestead near the marsh? Do you know anything about it?
Tamryn - lvl 4 Wood Elf Rogue - Circle of Light Campaign || Drusilla - lvl 1 Half-Elf Ranger - Sleeping Gods || Grrzark - lvl 1 Goblin Barbarian - Danger at Darkshelf Quarry || DM - LTG - Curse of Strahd
Ben Daxio pulls a small brass pocket watch from inside his tunic, looks at the face, adjusts a knob and places it back in his pocket. He then turns a page in the book lying open in front of him, only diverting his attention from the page to take a bite of his now cold breakfast.
At the dragonborn's question, Ben finally looks up and around at the others, running a hand through his wavy brown hair then scratching his short beard.
"Did, um," Ben starts then stops, pauses, then starts again. "Did Driscoll say something about more disappearances and the docks?"
He takes a quick sip of the cold tea besides his book. He almost goes back to the book but looks at Krastus instead.
"Might I suggest we check the docks first? Something might have been, um, missed. The marsh will be there later in the day, but if there are any hints to what happened on the docks, they will be lost before long."
Ben nods his head once, opens his mouth to speak again but decides against it, takes another bite of breakfast and looks at a page in his book again, this time making a short notation in the margin.
Bonivere chokes on her tea and hacks loudly. She gives a thumbs up to any irritated glances before throwing an arm around Ben's shoulders.
"Krastus is-… *cough*...Krastus is right, Ben." Bonivere gestures to where Driscoll stood. "The Sun Warden's and City Guard have been investigating this for awhile. Not a single clue. But the Rootgarden Marshes, Ben! Remember 'The Princess and the Bog Queen'? We could be like those kids. Those kids that… that mostly survived." Bonivere's expression darkens and she pulls her arm back.
"But you're the clever one. What do you think, Fianna?"
Elthias eats his meal in mostly silence, occasionally stopping to listen to Driscoll. He eyes the others occasionally but turns his attention back to whatever thoughts occupy him. His hands occasionally move to rest on by his side, never to far from the rapier at his hip as if expecting to draw it at a moments notice.
"If the marsh is our next destination then we shouldn't tarry for long. All leads need to be checked into." As he speaks, his voice is almost a completely monotone, stoic and concise.
During the week of training Fianna has been a combination shy and boisterous. She generally huddled into her cloak and hood actively paying attention and listening but seldom initiating conversation. Once she speaks up, however, she freely says her piece and is more than willing to argue a point.
Today she listens as well, taking in what Driscoll says. She finds herself heartened by his words despite also being frustrated by the lack of actual clues or advancement in solving the issue. Throughout the speech her right hand held her left wrist, holding tight the locket she wore wrapped around that wrist. Her sister had given it to her when they were younger… before their parents were gone. Before Saoirse herself was gone. That is why Fianna listens, and hopes, but also simmers due not expecting anything from these people. It’s why she’s trying to do it herself..,
“What? Oh! Umm… what was that, Krastus?” She had been distracted when addressed to stuttered in order to buy time to mentally play back what she had missed. “Oh, no. No, sorry. The farm is way out beyond the city. It’s a stretch to think of it as a part of Drynna and it’s area at all, except there is nowhere closer at all. I barely know here at all, this week being first time I’ve been here in years…”
“Tough call between the docs and the marsh,” She continues after the others have discussed it a bit. “Ben is right, as Bonivere says. Any evidence at the docs is likely to disappear quickly…”
“Yet I think I agree with Krastus and we should check the marsh?” Fianna continues. “Everyone will be searching the docks. They’ll be tripping over each other. We’d likely have the marsh to ourselves. I’m sure it too has been gone over by everyone but perhaps a smaller more focused group can have some luck?”
While the party chats the room begins to fill with conversations as the fellow new wardens return to their morning meals. Each table has anywhere from six to ten people at it from all walks of life and races of Talamh alike. There's a tall, willowy half-elf the party knows as Lu. The half-elf is a Dusk Warden and has often been seen during archery practice giving instruction. The half-elf has short, cropped red hair, and a fair complexion dotted with freckles. They have large amber eyes and a soft, usually smiling expression as if they are on the verge of laughing. Lu keeps to themselves occasionally chatting to something yet to reveal itself from behind the young ranger's leather hood that's often drawn up over their head. On this day it seems the ranger is very watchful of the party, anyone could notice. It's almost as if the young Dusk Warden is weighing the pros and cons of joining the party as other Wardens of various factions begin to seat themselves with the other parties wrapping up their morning meals.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Krastus notices the half-elf and waves them over. “Lu, isn’t it? Why don’t you join us? We were just discussing where we hope they assign us for today’s duties. I think exploring the marsh is the highest priority, but our friend Ben thinks we should go to the docks first to see if we might find clues that were overlooked after last night’s disappearances. I think I have the party almost convinced to try for the marsh. What do you think?”
(OOC: Would I know what a dusk warden is? Did you mean sun warden?)
Tamryn - lvl 4 Wood Elf Rogue - Circle of Light Campaign || Drusilla - lvl 1 Half-Elf Ranger - Sleeping Gods || Grrzark - lvl 1 Goblin Barbarian - Danger at Darkshelf Quarry || DM - LTG - Curse of Strahd
Fianna gives a small nod to Dusk Warden Lu but them retreats further back into her cloak and hood, if possible. She wanted to acknowledge the attention but certainly didn’t want to encourage more. She turns quickly to stare daggers at Krastus when he invites the Warden to join them, a tiny gasp being heard by those with sharp ears…
Though having someone experienced with us could be beneficial, she thinks. Still, anyone new is mentally taxing and draining… ugh!
"Good morning to all," Lu says in a soft tone. "The marsh by daylight is certainly where I'd start, " they add with a nod seating themselves at the table with the party. "I think the trials are completed today, yes? Soon to don the armor of our merry band of Dawn followers, " they say with a curt nod. "Any thing you might want to know I will try to answer, " Lu then says in a serious tone looking over the party. "Anyone, " they add curiously with another soft resting expression.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Ben looks up from his book again, having only smiled and nodded when Bonivere almost knocked him off the bench with her embrace earlier, his eyebrows raise when he realizes there's a newcomer with the group now.
He closes the book and hooks it to a loop on his belt and turns to face Lu, though the eyebrow drops and a frown-line appears across his forehead when she mentions they're Dawn followers.
"There are so many, um, questions to ask," Ben says pausing briefly to run his hand through his hair again. "about these disappearances. Have there been any disappearances without the fog being present? Has the fog been present but no one disappeared? Have the disappearances all been only in the lower parts of the town? Has anyone else gone into the marsh to investigate already? Have any of the wardens waited for the fog at night to see if it would take them away?"
Ben stops, looking to see if anyone is listening, then counts several of his fingers, then smiles at Lu.
"There are more, but, er, um, maybe that's enough to start."
Krastus nods as he listens to Ben's questions. He adds, "I'd like to know more about the connection between the fog and the marsh. Also if you have any advice regarding how best to get to the marsh and how best to outfit ourselves to explore it."
Tamryn - lvl 4 Wood Elf Rogue - Circle of Light Campaign || Drusilla - lvl 1 Half-Elf Ranger - Sleeping Gods || Grrzark - lvl 1 Goblin Barbarian - Danger at Darkshelf Quarry || DM - LTG - Curse of Strahd
“What’s the furthest from the marsh anyone has been disappeared from?” Fianna chimes in, cocking her head and speaking aloud but still hidden in her hood. “And has everyone gone missing been outdoors? Or does shelter provide no shelter?”
Elthias listens to what the others ask, his eyes focused on the Dusk Warden the entire time he waits for his turn to ask questions. "If the priests have become involved then I imagine they have already considered the possibility of this being the effect of something infernal or abyssal?" He questions as he fiddles with the uniform a bit, more used to his practical clothing.
"To my knowledge, the marsh fog has been a part of the marsh since the founders settled here. The fog however seems more sinister now however as the disappearances loom over the city," Lu replies to Ben and Krastus. "We've monitored the fog. It begins at sunset and reaches from the marsh across the lake into the lower docks. It rarely makes it further inland but on a stormy night it's been known to reach the Lodge itself," they added. "We've combed the marsh during the last few days but there's no way to search all of it. It's not easily accessible from the path through it and the flatboats we've been using cannot pass over the roots of the mangrove that can be as large as a hut but impassible," they continue to explain. "A new perceptive is needed in the marsh I think," they gesture at the party. "Dawn followers as we are they paladins have tried their hands at sensing evil and good but the marsh again is vast and so far we've discovered very little beyond the beasts and plants that are threatening enough that a creature that doesn't belong. I think the market across from the Sunrise Lodge is the farthest away from the marsh someone has gone missing. There's no evidence that anyone or anything has happened to the people who've disappeared. They're just...gone," Lu says with a sigh rubbing the back of their neck beneath the hood. "I wish there was some kind of trail or...scrap of evidence that could help us divine what could be happening! The last to disappear was a fisherman named Gray Talbot. He was repairing nets and disappeared from his hut! So, I don't think any amount of shelter from the fog is a deterrent," Lu adds with a shrug at Fianna. "You will have the gear you've had since joining us and a few boons from the armory and smithy here at the Warden's Hall. What else would you think you'd need?" They ask curiously. "I am sure myself and Sky Full of Stars here," Lu gestures at a sleek black-furred Tabaxi that approaches.
The tabaxi has vestments of Pelor with yellow orb-like eyes and an angular catlike face. The cleric's tail flicks with their gate as they stop in front of the table where the party sits with Lu. Sky Full of Stars has been a great leader from the Temple of Pelor. The cleric has been attentive of your injuries during the trials to join and a counselor to your faith or lack thereof. Never pushing you only ever accepting and honestly concerned with your well-being.
"We should get going yes," Sky Full of Stars begins nodding at the group. "We've been assigned the marsh," the tabaxi explains. "Lu," the tabaxi says to the ranger witha nod. "Please, as you all know call me Sky," the tabaxi reminds the party. "Shall we get started," he asks curiously with an arched eyebrow and making a soft purring sound.
Sky Full of Stars
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Ben listens carefully as Lu speaks, committing everything she says to memory.
"Perhaps if we could get a view from above the marsh we might find an easier path through," Ben muses. "It would be easier if we could all just fly but I think that's, um, maybe, a touch beyond our abilities at the moment."
He raises his arm absently, and seemingly out of no where, announced only by a short screech, a white owl flies down from somewhere over head and lands on Ben's arm. It bobs its head snowy white head a couple of times before looking around at the others. The dark brown feathers around its eyes give it the appearance of wearing thick dark glasses over its white feathers.
"Chronos could fly overhead and help guide us," Ben suggests.
Then he sighs deeply and looks down at this own boots.
"Taller boots might be nice if we're going through the marsh."
"Not afraid of getting a bit dirty," Fianna says with a shrug knowing that such is probably pretty apparently by her clothes already. "Not sure what we'll need so I guess I have all I need."
"Are you both coming with us?" Fianna does ask, curiously. She isn't sure if they're being given extra help or not but she's always more comfortable with less people around. "I'm sure with you both we'll have everything we need."
Bonivere has been nodding her head, saying 'good question' and 'yeah' and overall trying to look like a seasoned warrior in front of Lu. Her ponderous expression breaks a little when Chronos lands on Ben's arm. She reaches over and gives the familiar some gentle scratchies under the chin with a whispered 'who's the cleverest bird? Yes, you are,' and leaves a piece of jerky balanced on Ben's shoulder.
"I can carry you on my shoulders if you like," Bonivere says to the young wizard. "Keep you with us while you do your wizard eyes thing with Chronos. Or we could all bear you on a litter like an arcane lord, robes kept clean while we wallow in the mire. That sounds rather fun." She teases.
Noticing the glances of Lu and Sky, Bonivere adopts her warrior expression again and stands up. She slings her backpack, sinches the straps tight, and tucks her thumbs into her belt. She nods to Fianna.
"Is Fianna right? Are we ready to go?"
Krastus taps the side of his forehead. “I just realized that to explore the marshes, we’ll have to hire boats at the docks. Perhaps we could take a look around this Talbot’s home as well, since we’ll be in the area. A new set of eyes might be just the thing!” He smiles at Ben.
Tamryn - lvl 4 Wood Elf Rogue - Circle of Light Campaign || Drusilla - lvl 1 Half-Elf Ranger - Sleeping Gods || Grrzark - lvl 1 Goblin Barbarian - Danger at Darkshelf Quarry || DM - LTG - Curse of Strahd
With his questions answered, Elthias nods as he stands up from the table to join the others. With practiced ease he carefully makes sure all of his equipment is in place. "Now that we have a destination and the start of a plan in mind, is there any extra equipment that we should acquire for a trip into the marsh?" As he finishes speaking he tilts his head questioningly at the attention the owl familiar is receiving before shrugging.