Dec 24, 2018 4:16 pm
Cædwyn, in a hurry to be off as well, nods and follows the guide out with an entire sausage still gripped between his teeth.
Arrival at Nurok
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Dec 24, 2018 11:33 pm
"Aye," Etna says sleepily as she rubs tats out of her tanged hair. And just as quickly as she sat down, the group are up again to move onward. "Let's away, then. Usually when you talk about a distillery in a village you don't really mean it. Where I grew up we just chucked potatoes in a bucket for a while and let them fester."
Dec 25, 2018 8:57 am
Hraefn cleaned up the crumbs after himself as he made ready to leave as well, eager to return to the expanse of roads and fields and open sky.
Dec 26, 2018 8:57 am
Ilwyn quickly finishes off the last of her breakfast and stands, placing her hands on her hips and wearing an eager grin. "Very well, if we're all in agreement, let's return to the trail."
Dec 26, 2018 2:19 pm
Waterday, 6 Coldeven 580 CY
Gathering your gear, you all exit the Grey Minstrel and walk down the street to where your wagons and guide, Elavain, await. Your horses are brought forth, freshly groomed and fed, and they prance eagerly as you all get ready to make your way out of Oytmeet. Pointing to the west road, Elavain says "Th' road there'll follow the Blue Oyt for the most part. By days end it'll fall off to our south, so if you wish to plan your water, make a note t' have your skins filled by dinner."
With that, your company heads out along the Western road from Oytmeet, the sun scarcely cracking the Eastern sky. As predicted, the day proves to be sunny and a bit cool, perhaps in the mid 40's, with a gentle breeze blowing down from the Northwest. Traffic along the road is very light, with just a couple of fur traders and a farmer in an ox cart heading east to sell his wares in Oytmeet. Other than that the day is quiet.
South, across the Blue Out river lies the great Hornwood, renown for the sturdy wood of the great Hornwood Tree. While home to many creatures, both fey and foul, the elves who reside there keep a vigilant watch, forming a barrier between the Barrier Peaks and the seat of human power in Gorna. Duke Owen and the elven enclave are on good terms, both aiding the other as needed.
Though a long, tedious ride, at the days end you crest a final hill that falls away to a small valley to the west. There, you see a tiny hamlet. Perhaps ten buildings make up the entirety, thought in the fading light of day you can see the landscape is dotted by several farms houses with a mile or so of the village proper. The largest structure lies in the center of town. It is a two-story structure, T-shaped with a long, single-story building attached and running perpendicular from the main building. Light spills out from what is most likely the inn spoken of by Elavain, while most of the other buildings are dark.
Moving into town, you find it eerily quiet, as opposed to the raucous nature of Oytmeet. At the inn, you can hear sounds from within, though no singing or revelry that you are accustomed to. Dismounting, Elavain ties off his horse and walks up the wooden steps of the porch and enters the double doors to the taproom.
Gathering your gear, you all exit the Grey Minstrel and walk down the street to where your wagons and guide, Elavain, await. Your horses are brought forth, freshly groomed and fed, and they prance eagerly as you all get ready to make your way out of Oytmeet. Pointing to the west road, Elavain says "Th' road there'll follow the Blue Oyt for the most part. By days end it'll fall off to our south, so if you wish to plan your water, make a note t' have your skins filled by dinner."
With that, your company heads out along the Western road from Oytmeet, the sun scarcely cracking the Eastern sky. As predicted, the day proves to be sunny and a bit cool, perhaps in the mid 40's, with a gentle breeze blowing down from the Northwest. Traffic along the road is very light, with just a couple of fur traders and a farmer in an ox cart heading east to sell his wares in Oytmeet. Other than that the day is quiet.
South, across the Blue Out river lies the great Hornwood, renown for the sturdy wood of the great Hornwood Tree. While home to many creatures, both fey and foul, the elves who reside there keep a vigilant watch, forming a barrier between the Barrier Peaks and the seat of human power in Gorna. Duke Owen and the elven enclave are on good terms, both aiding the other as needed.
Though a long, tedious ride, at the days end you crest a final hill that falls away to a small valley to the west. There, you see a tiny hamlet. Perhaps ten buildings make up the entirety, thought in the fading light of day you can see the landscape is dotted by several farms houses with a mile or so of the village proper. The largest structure lies in the center of town. It is a two-story structure, T-shaped with a long, single-story building attached and running perpendicular from the main building. Light spills out from what is most likely the inn spoken of by Elavain, while most of the other buildings are dark.
Moving into town, you find it eerily quiet, as opposed to the raucous nature of Oytmeet. At the inn, you can hear sounds from within, though no singing or revelry that you are accustomed to. Dismounting, Elavain ties off his horse and walks up the wooden steps of the porch and enters the double doors to the taproom.
Dec 26, 2018 3:36 pm
Cædwyn spends the day at the front of the caravan, keeping a watchful eye out on the road in front of him, though on long stretches he'll occasionally burst out into singing. What he lacks in ability he makes up for in volume. Tales of bravery and daring which the rest of you all quickly discover are all about himself.
His good cheer remains as they approach the small town. Places like this are always sleepy. He follows Elavain close by, eager for a pint or two at the end of a long day of travel.
His good cheer remains as they approach the small town. Places like this are always sleepy. He follows Elavain close by, eager for a pint or two at the end of a long day of travel.
Dec 26, 2018 9:16 pm
Bram rides silently throughout the day, filling his waterskin where ever it seems convenient, pondering the universe and thinking about his spells. Noticing the unusual quiet of the small town as the sun sets as compared to where they were the night before, he peers into the shadows half expecting something or someone to jump out at them. He has a spell ready for that event.
Dec 26, 2018 10:53 pm
Ilwyn rides as silently or as raucously as the group bid, at times simply admiring the scenery or quietly chattering with her retainers, while at others she might join in with Cædwyn's more will-known ditties (or add some form or sarcastic punchline to the ones about himself).
However, as they finally roll up into the town, the knight falls uncharacteristically quiet, as if unnerved by the permeating silence of the atmosphere. The very air of the place seemed still, thick with a drowsiness she found unsettling. With a hand resting on the hilt of her sword - Subtly, not threateningly. As if for her own peace of mind more than anything - Ilwyn dismounts and follows the other two inside. She nods to Bram on the way past - A silent commendation of his caution.
However, as they finally roll up into the town, the knight falls uncharacteristically quiet, as if unnerved by the permeating silence of the atmosphere. The very air of the place seemed still, thick with a drowsiness she found unsettling. With a hand resting on the hilt of her sword - Subtly, not threateningly. As if for her own peace of mind more than anything - Ilwyn dismounts and follows the other two inside. She nods to Bram on the way past - A silent commendation of his caution.
Dec 26, 2018 11:03 pm
(Cædwyn has as little understanding of sarcasm as he does caution, maybe even a little less.)
Dec 26, 2018 11:35 pm
Etna stays around the middle of the convoy as they travel, meticulously scanning the hills and treelines from horseback.
When the group reach the hamlet, a sense of familiarity doesn't quite descend upon her as she had expected. The stillness is not the kind she had grown up accustomed to. In fact, it reminded her more of the ruins and tombs she once plied her trade around. A shiver runs up her spine. Whether it is caused by her bitter reminiscing or the present threat is unclear.
"Ain't right. Something's off." Without dismounting, Etna halts her steed. As her breathing slows, clouds before unnoticed seem to roll away across her senses, and the ground and air is laid bare. She grasps out for the familiar traces of foul flesh.
When the group reach the hamlet, a sense of familiarity doesn't quite descend upon her as she had expected. The stillness is not the kind she had grown up accustomed to. In fact, it reminded her more of the ruins and tombs she once plied her trade around. A shiver runs up her spine. Whether it is caused by her bitter reminiscing or the present threat is unclear.
"Ain't right. Something's off." Without dismounting, Etna halts her steed. As her breathing slows, clouds before unnoticed seem to roll away across her senses, and the ground and air is laid bare. She grasps out for the familiar traces of foul flesh.
OOC:
Using Primeval Awareness. Favoured enemies are monstrosities and dragons.[ +- ] Primeval Awareness
Additionally, you can attune your senses to determine if any of your favored enemies lurk nearby. By spending 1 uninterrupted minute in concentration (as if you were concentrating on a spell), you can sense whether any of your favored enemies are present within 5 miles of you. This feature reveals which of your favored enemies are present, their numbers, and the creatures’ general direction and distance (in miles) from you.
If there are multiple groups of your favored enemies within range, you learn this information for each group.
If there are multiple groups of your favored enemies within range, you learn this information for each group.
Rolls
Perception - (1d20+5)
(3) + 5 = 8
Dec 27, 2018 1:14 am
On the main Western road Hraefn spent his travel in the wagon, in polite conversation with whomever happened to keep a slow pace with him. Nearer the Hornwood, the druid decided to stretch his wings and took off in the form of a giant owl, and surveyed their journey from above. It was from there that he formed his early impression of the surrounding farms and the hamlet proper, and like the others, also found it peculiar that the only lit building was the main one in the centre of the village. Here, Hraefn paused and perched on the nearest, biggest tree, and waited a moment for the others to dismount and head in, while he took in the strangely quiet surroundings.
Rolls
Perception (adv hearing & sight) - (1d20+7, 1d20+7)
1d20+7 : (15) + 7 = 22
1d20+7 : (5) + 7 = 12
Dec 28, 2018 1:49 pm
Hraefn
The town is eerily quiet, but you do not see anything that might definitively be the cause. While most of the buildings are dark, there are a few with lights inside. Also, some of the nearby farms seem to have lights on as well, so it seems that most of the people in town either went to be early or are not at home. Of note, however, is the subdued nature of the local wildlife. A bird here, small scavenger there. Present, but definitely subdued.
Etna, Caedwyn, Ilwyn, Bram, Merriweather
Securing your horses, Elavain and a few of your accompanying guards go to see to their comfort as well the securing of the carts. The rest join you all as you move up into the common room of the inn/tavern. Inside it is warm, a nice respite from the chilly weather outside, and the smell of burning wood and lantern oil mixes in a heady aroma with the sweat and mustiness of an old, well-used bar.
There are perhaps two-dozen people inside, most gathered near the bar, on top of which stands a young man. He looks to be in his late twenties or early thirties, with a clean-shaven face, leather britches and a white cotton shirt that is partially open down to his chest. His thick, black hair is pulled back into a pony tail and it appears that you have interrupted his speech.
As you walk in, you hear him say "...must seek it out and end this! What if you are next, Charlie? Or your children, Vespardo? What then?"
As you all enter, the small murmuring of the crowd dies down as the man looks in your direction, the eyes of those gathered following. An awkward pause passes when an older man, with such thick eyebrows as to almost look like someone cut a strip of fur and plastered it to his face, emerges from behind the bar. He is in his fifties, with a thick neck, squat stature and peppered hair.
"Willkommen! Wir haben finish unser town meetin! Eat! Drink! Ich bin Agrobar Densil, owner des Grasmere Inn. How kann ich help ye?"
The town is eerily quiet, but you do not see anything that might definitively be the cause. While most of the buildings are dark, there are a few with lights inside. Also, some of the nearby farms seem to have lights on as well, so it seems that most of the people in town either went to be early or are not at home. Of note, however, is the subdued nature of the local wildlife. A bird here, small scavenger there. Present, but definitely subdued.
Etna, Caedwyn, Ilwyn, Bram, Merriweather
Securing your horses, Elavain and a few of your accompanying guards go to see to their comfort as well the securing of the carts. The rest join you all as you move up into the common room of the inn/tavern. Inside it is warm, a nice respite from the chilly weather outside, and the smell of burning wood and lantern oil mixes in a heady aroma with the sweat and mustiness of an old, well-used bar.
There are perhaps two-dozen people inside, most gathered near the bar, on top of which stands a young man. He looks to be in his late twenties or early thirties, with a clean-shaven face, leather britches and a white cotton shirt that is partially open down to his chest. His thick, black hair is pulled back into a pony tail and it appears that you have interrupted his speech.
As you walk in, you hear him say "...must seek it out and end this! What if you are next, Charlie? Or your children, Vespardo? What then?"
As you all enter, the small murmuring of the crowd dies down as the man looks in your direction, the eyes of those gathered following. An awkward pause passes when an older man, with such thick eyebrows as to almost look like someone cut a strip of fur and plastered it to his face, emerges from behind the bar. He is in his fifties, with a thick neck, squat stature and peppered hair.
"Willkommen! Wir haben finish unser town meetin! Eat! Drink! Ich bin Agrobar Densil, owner des Grasmere Inn. How kann ich help ye?"
Dec 28, 2018 3:40 pm
Hraefn returned to his human form, but didn't hurry in to join his companions just yet. Instead he meticulously prepared his ritual once again, to speak to the oddly quiet wildlife around him. He waited patiently to seek out the smaller birds and animals, and teased them out with bits of fruit he always seemed to have in his pockets. "How are you, little friend? I am new here. Is everything well here?" He repeated politely to whichever creature was nearby.
OOC:
Casting Speak with Animals as a ritual.Rolls
Animal Handling (rather than Persuasion, heh :P) - (1d20+7)
(3) + 7 = 10
Dec 28, 2018 3:55 pm
Hraefn
A small bird, a shrike, swoops down, taking the offered food from your hand, twittering as it does so.
"Walking trees fear the water beast." it says, before pecking at your hand.
A small bird, a shrike, swoops down, taking the offered food from your hand, twittering as it does so.
"Walking trees fear the water beast." it says, before pecking at your hand.
Dec 28, 2018 3:59 pm
"Where are the walking trees? Show me." Hraefn wanted to find out a bit more, before checking back in with his companions.
Dec 28, 2018 4:12 pm
I grin broadly at the old man with the odd accent, "Goodentag! Beer und Schnitzel bitte!" I pointedly ignore whatever the town meeting was all about. We have our own mission after all, no need to go looking for more trouble.
Dec 28, 2018 4:40 pm
Hraefn
The bird swoops over and around the heads of Elavain, the soldiers and your companions before returning.
"Walking trees." the bird reiterates, apparently referring to the incredibly tall, bipedal folk walking around what was once lush forest.
The bird swoops over and around the heads of Elavain, the soldiers and your companions before returning.
"Walking trees." the bird reiterates, apparently referring to the incredibly tall, bipedal folk walking around what was once lush forest.
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