Jun 22, 2016 7:57 pm
Luka climbs into the back of the wagon. I do believe that we are ready to depart. She let out a large sigh, took out her prayer book, and began reading.
Road to Phandelver
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Jun 22, 2016 8:05 pm
Good to see you here. I'm Gareth of House Devereaux. He gives a bow and a kind smile to the newcomer.
Jun 22, 2016 8:08 pm
She looked up from her book, and gave a bright smile. Greetings. I'm Luka Amastacia.
Jun 22, 2016 9:26 pm
She holds the book forward with pride. Oh. This is my prayer book of my lord Sune, the goddess of beauty and love. It's one of my treasures I can't go without. I'm always going back to it for inspiration.
Jun 22, 2016 9:36 pm
Gareth's eyebrows raise with intrigue. "Really? I've never really had any faith of my own except for in my people as a community. Could you teach me of Sune? I'd be be very grateful."
Jun 22, 2016 9:40 pm
Luka's eyes light up. Oh of course! I sometimes give sermons at our local church back in Neverwinter. Everybody is welcome there.
Jun 22, 2016 9:43 pm
Putting his hand to his mouth in contemplation, a realization comes across his face. "So you would be pretty knowledgeable on the subject. That's marvelous."
Jun 22, 2016 10:50 pm
Not entirely sure what to make of Holmag's stream of questions the driver simply ignores him and takes a count of everyone. "One, three, four, six, five... Five!" a few of you hear as he slowly counts, pointing to each of you in turn. "All right, we off!" he yells. Giving the reigns a quick shake the oxen start to lumber forward pulling the cart behind them. After a few minutes he turns to Holmag and simply says, "We only go this fast."
You spend the next few days following the High Road south from Neverwinter, making camp beside the trail each night at sun fall and breaking camp early each morning. The trip has been fairly unexciting thus far, the highlight being a caravan of entertainers heading north, signing tales of adventures along their way.
Early this morning your group veered east onto the Triboar Trail, known as much for its lurking bandits and outlaws as anything else, your journey still remains fairly boring until the early afternoon. As you come around a bend in the trail you spot two dead horses sprawled about fifty feet ahead of you, blocking the way. Each has several arrows sticking out of it. The woods press close to the trail here, with a steep embankment and dense thickets on either side.
You spend the next few days following the High Road south from Neverwinter, making camp beside the trail each night at sun fall and breaking camp early each morning. The trip has been fairly unexciting thus far, the highlight being a caravan of entertainers heading north, signing tales of adventures along their way.
Early this morning your group veered east onto the Triboar Trail, known as much for its lurking bandits and outlaws as anything else, your journey still remains fairly boring until the early afternoon. As you come around a bend in the trail you spot two dead horses sprawled about fifty feet ahead of you, blocking the way. Each has several arrows sticking out of it. The woods press close to the trail here, with a steep embankment and dense thickets on either side.
Jun 22, 2016 10:58 pm
I'm not awake, I'm taking cat naps in the back of the wagon. Not conscious enough during this time to know what's going on. There is intermittent snoring as I drift in and out.
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Jun 22, 2016 11:05 pm
At the sight of the dead horses, Colten dons his buckler and draws his rapier. The thin blade quivers in the sunlight like the tail of an angry cat, ready to strike.
Finally, something worth my time. The young nobleman thought to himself, the familiar smirk appearing on the corner of his lips.
Finally, something worth my time. The young nobleman thought to himself, the familiar smirk appearing on the corner of his lips.
Jun 22, 2016 11:39 pm
Luka gave a bid yawn, and rubbed drowsiness from her eyes. She poked her head out of the wagon to take a look around, and upon spotting the horses, let out a gasp. She moved from her spot, and got up near the driver and Gareth. Oh my. What happened?
Jun 23, 2016 12:46 am
halt the wagon sir Kai gazes towards the dead horses he pulls the s.bow from his shoulder and nocks an arrow.
(Ooc) if I hide results dose the Gm still see it?
(Ooc) if I hide results dose the Gm still see it?
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Perception - (1d20+4)
Jun 23, 2016 12:47 am
With the drawing of swords and a gasp, I arouse poke my head up see the road. "I think the horses are dead."
Jun 23, 2016 12:55 am
"Hummm... Strange looks like the horses have been hunted.... see Kai their dead."
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sorry auto correct is killing me here.Last edited June 23, 2016 1:37 am
Jun 23, 2016 1:03 am
Luka arms herself with her mace, shield, and takes a firm grip of her holy symbol. She then hops out of the wagon, and stands next to Winstead. Stay alert, friends.
Rolls
Perception - (1d20+5)
(13) + 5 = 18
Jun 23, 2016 1:12 am
Kai slowly turns to Delg if the horses where the prey then why are the blocking the road instead of warming in someones stew Kai then hops down from the wagon and moves slowly in to the brush on the side of the road
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Secret Roll
Jun 23, 2016 1:17 am
"Well they might have forgot to take the horses with them. Humm you have a point ether there really bad hunters or there waiting to see if the horses are dead.... All good questions."
Jun 23, 2016 1:23 am
Colten's hawk-like eyes scan the surrounding woods for signs of movement, his small shield held ready at breast level. If the horses were shot by arrows, the shooters may still be nearby
Rolls
Perception - (1d20+2)
(11) + 2 = 13
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