Chapter 2, Days 8-10

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May 10, 2016 9:33 am
An appreciative smile crosses my face at what I interpret as the elf's acceptance. Extending my hand to the elf, I introduce myself, "I am Kaiakas, servant of Tyr."
May 10, 2016 1:36 pm
Killian nods, but does not shake the paladin's hand, instead turning as his companion walks solemnly up to him and hands him a small bloodied object retrieved from the gut of the dead dragon-beast. Killian lowers his head respectfully, and after a moment turns back to Kaiakas and says, "We should leave now, we can take you on the owls. It's a long walk or boat ride to starsong hill, but its only a couple hours by air."
OOC:
If it hasn't been clear in the writing (1) he doesn't respect you; and (2) he regards Kaiakas as the 'leader' of the group.
May 10, 2016 3:08 pm
I'm used to people not wanting to touch me, even for a hand shake. Being a Tiefling shows you just how some people feel about issues that are merely skin-deep. I keep my polite smile and lower my hand in understanding.
OOC:
Perception to see what was retrieved from the corpse.
Curious about what was retrieved, I decide it best not to press the issue.
"We would be grateful for a faster journey." I bow my head in thanks.
Noting how Killian is addressing me, I turn to my companions, beckoning them to accept the free ride
Last edited May 10, 2016 3:09 pm

Rolls

Perception - (1d20+1)

(11) + 1 = 12

May 10, 2016 3:46 pm
I attempt to grab the coffer and pocket it if it's small enough to carry with ease. If that fails, I'll just open it and grab everything.
Last edited May 10, 2016 3:46 pm

Rolls

Sleight of hand - (1d20+4)

(13) + 4 = 17

Unlock/disable - (1d20+6)

(13) + 6 = 19

May 10, 2016 4:21 pm
Pawetha cannot seem to contain her excitement, though she manages to refrain from literally pouncing on the opportunity to ride the owl. Instead, she stands before Killiar's steed as though waiting for acceptance and invitation (from the owl). "By Baervan, you smell like hemlock and pine!" she exclaims quietly.
May 10, 2016 4:26 pm
"By the grace of wind and wing, thank you for the offer." Ghunril bows and slowly approaches the owls waiting for further instructions from the elves.
May 10, 2016 4:31 pm
Kaiakas only catches a glimpse of something small and black in colour before Killian has stowed the item in his pocket.

The coffer is far too large to quietly pick up and hide, as it's the kind of thing one carries with two hands, but Xara is able to open it (as it is unlocked) with ease. Some of the contents, a ring, a headband, and a faintly glowing pearl, she is able to easily pocket. The loose gold coins and rapier, on the other hand, will not so easily be taken without notice.
OOC:
The ring, headband and pearl are in Xara's inventory / pockets -- the rapier and loose gold, of which there is quite a bit, at a glance Xara'd estimate at last 500 coins -- are still in the coffer
May 11, 2016 12:15 pm
Zaris studies Killian in-between glances at the owl on the ground. We are a race mistrustful of outsiders, but the way they are acting towards a fellow elf worries me. He approaches one of the owls near Killian. "I believe we are all in grave danger Killian. The sooner we reach the rest of your people the better." Zaris bows deeply, keeping eye contact through the entire gesture.
May 11, 2016 2:41 pm
I stand for a particularly long time in mental agony, deciding between staying behind to take all the coins or to go with my friends on an owlbear adventure. WIth great reluctance and a heavy sigh, I leave behind the coins. "Alright, onwards!" I give Paws a grin.
May 11, 2016 3:06 pm
Immediately changing my mind, I shout to anyone in range. "Hey, anyone in need of gold or a rapier? Seems someone left some behind over here." I point in the general vicinity of the dead owlbear.
May 11, 2016 4:05 pm
"Rapiers are like fancy longswords to me," says Pawetha, briefly distracted from her admiration of Killiar's owl. "But I'm sure we can find some use for it and the coin. Better to take it with us than leave it for the lizardfolk." The ranger assists in treasure transportation before returning to Killiar's owl, like a child staring upward at royalty.
May 11, 2016 4:10 pm
"Agreed, there is no reason to leave anything of value is this place." Ghunril follows Paws over to help with the transport.
May 11, 2016 4:17 pm
Noticing my companions discovery, I stay close to the elves, waiting for instruction for riding the great owls.
"Xara, I trust you will help divide the coin evenly."
May 11, 2016 5:01 pm
"True, I should take them. It would be a waste otherwise!" I take the rapier and carefully wrap up the coins and shove them into my pockets for later. At Kaiakas, I simply say "What kind of thief do you take me for??" I watch the elves carefully. Surely they won't want what's rightfully ours?
May 12, 2016 2:41 pm
"We may consider a donation for the transport Xara," Zaris says with a slight grin.
May 12, 2016 3:05 pm
Killian glances over as Xara announces her find and shrugs, "Must have been its hoard." he nods to the dead, and now gutted, dragon-beast, "You killed it, it's your prize. If you wish to give any to our clan, then deliver it to the speaker yourselves." With that ge swings himself up on his owl, and waits for Pawetha to climb aboard.
OOC:
Xara can add 1 Rapier and 700 Gold Pieces to the party treasure hoard, or however you folks are doing that. Please mark the items found in the coffers with a * and a note that it was found in the 'Dragon-Beast Hoard'
May 12, 2016 3:08 pm
"Of course, not a problem!" I mentally separate out my share and put the rest in the "party gold" fund. We're gonna have to throw a party when all said and done with the way we're been hoarding lately! The extra rapier will come in handy. I'm glad I decided to take it.
May 12, 2016 3:53 pm
Like a kid finally having permission, Pawetha giddily scrambles up the owl and takes a position in front (to see everything) and buries her face into its feathers.
May 12, 2016 4:10 pm
Killian politely ignores Pawetha's behaviour, and with a whistle his owl lifts into the air. The others, once mounted, follow shortly behind. They soar high enough into the sky that Pawetha gets a good look at the full expanse of the blackfens. She notes two roadblocks, one on each of the two roads that wind around the marshland and connect the Elsir Vale to the northern kingdoms. There is also the ruins of the old city of Rhest to the east of the large lake that takes up the majority of the fens. The ruins are mostly submerged under swamp as if in the time since its abandoning the land has begun to reclaim the edifices of man. The druid figures, with parchment, pen and a few hours, she could sketch a pretty accurate map of the region having seen it from this vantage point.

The giant owls are silent as they wing through the air. The sun is now beginning to set, and the moon crests the horizon and casts its white glow over the marshland below. Your elf escorts are, like their mounts, silent. Before long, you reach your destination. Rising from the marsh is a low hill of solid ground, encircled by a thick ring of trees. Dozens of pinpoints of light dot the hill-- small lanterns filled with fireflies, each hanging from a tree-platform or the upper reaches of a canonical tent. Many elves silently emerge to watch as you fly overhead. Killiar produces a sleek, silver horn of some sort from a saddlebag and blows on wailing note similar to a loon's cry.

Near the hill's peak stand three large trees, and built into the boughs are wooden structures. One glows softly with luminescence of its own and seems to be a temple. Another looks to be some sort of public building or town hall. The third, and your destination, is the smallest of the three -- a cozy looking tree house set above a large pool.

Killiar lands first on the porch of the treehouse. Then, one at a time the other owls deposit their charges before they and their riders fly off to their nests in the trees to the south. Killiar holds up a hand, "Wait." then steps into the house. A few moments later he returns and beckons that you join him inside.

Waiting inside is a wise-looking and ancient elf. She wears flowing golden and green robes, and her hair is braided around a complex headdress made of wicker and wood. She stands next to a much younger female elf in plain brown and green robes who looks to have been crying recently. The younger elf is seated in a large wicker chair, and the standing elf indicates nearby chairs for you. Behind you, Killiar takes a silent stance near the door.

"I am Sellyria Starsinger, Speaker for the Tiri Kitor," the standing elf says. She indicates the seated elf and continues, "This is High Singer Trellara Nightshadow. We do not often see strangers in our homeland. What brings you to the Blackfens?"
May 12, 2016 4:49 pm
"So great of you to see us under such dire circumstances." I bow to the elves and introduce everyone on my team. As I do, I attempt to feel out the room. Anyone here going to have a problem with us more than usual? What do we need to say or do to get then to help us?
Last edited May 12, 2016 4:59 pm

Rolls

Insight - (1d20+1)

(12) + 1 = 13

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