OOC:
Heh, I was gonna place the consequence for that natty 1(/0 😅) at automatically taking the level of Exhaustion, but we can take your self-inflicted "wound" there, Scrol. And yes, thanks for the comic relief, have Inspiration!
I will still need a CON save however for not meeting the minimum Athletics threshold, DC 11 again for the save.
The farmhand is already exhausted, and even though he clearly wants to come and help too, he just isn't able to keep up. Even with Rolen, who, after getting back up soon finds him down the road and passes him, as the lads feet just drag.
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Thank you... thank you..., he gasps as Roles goes by.
Up the road at the Sandemin vineyard, Marabi and Enise arrive first, at the long narrow path that leads to the vineyard grounds. The sky is just beginning to turn orange with the sun nearing the mountain tops in the west, and with the dwindling light and cooling air comes a misty evening fog.
The two don't see anything particularly out of the ordinary, given there is a wedding going on, as they round the curve which takes them up the foothill a bit to the press and bottling building. There's several carts and horses-hobbled out front, ribbons festooning the fence-line and buildings.
Given the farmhand's warning of what was going on here, perhaps the only odd thing is that there is the faint, rythmic sound of ... music? ... coming from somewhere inside the complex.
OOC:
Alright, so we'll zoom in with Marabi and Enise on the path near the lone tree with two rocks by it, in the top right quadrant of the map.
I'll let the rest of you know when you reach that same point.
Adam and LoM, what do you do?
