Chapter 2.2: First Encounters in the Dim

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Apr 15, 2025 3:53 am
"Distrust comes easy in my profession. One sees daggers pointed at him when there are none. I'll just say that, if anything should befall these I travel with due to your misplaced trust, the blame will fall squarely on your shoulders."
Apr 15, 2025 4:29 am
CancerMan says:
Quick question, are the small knives considered daggers (1d4 piercing), or are they more like utility blades?
OOC:
The latter: not weapons, but rather small tools that most everyone carries on them for tasks like eating, repairing small items, cutting cords, etc.
Apr 15, 2025 4:39 am
Aanbo meditates over the thought. "In other words, you see no daggers coming from me?" he asks. "You find Bradley capable of harming us, but sense no threat from my friends? What reasons do you have for this choice, as it appears a bit arbitrary to me?"

The monk's demeanor is inquisitive, very interested in the answer.
Apr 15, 2025 4:47 am
CancerMan says:
Aanbo meditates over the thought. "In other words, you see no daggers coming from me?" he asks. "You find Bradley capable of harming us, but sense no threat from my friends? What reasons do you have for this choice, as it appears a bit arbitrary to me?"

The monk's demeanor is inquisitive, very interested in the answer.
OOC:
I'm withdrawing my last statement as I couldn't find a description of Bradley anywhere. Assuming that is okay with Space.
Edit: I found it. Apologies for not doing my due diligence before I went down that rabbit hole.
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Apr 15, 2025 5:24 am
The party heads out west On Cecily's Road, Manthis pulling one travois and Myrtha pulling the other. Fleet in his natural element, Chase roves ahead and finds a fine place for camping, a little bit to the south of the Road (the campsite with all the dead bodies and undead gear would still be three hours' further hike west). Heading back east, he meets the rest of the group on the Road and gives directions on how to spot the blazes he's left for them to follow to get to the campsite. Then, bidding them good fortune, he leaves the group and continues east until he finds their most recent battlefield. From there, he backtracks, easily finding the path they took through the Forest by the drag track of Reptile's travois. It's easy for him to see that the bandits just followed their obvious track. But periodically he stops and examines the area in greater detail, confirming that it's the same number of followers rather than a larger group where some people had split off to create trouble for them later. He does not find trace of that, but as the sun is setting, he discovers the point where the bandits joined their trail.
OOC:
Chase can roll an INT (Nature) check (with ADV) to see how well he follows these tracks as night falls.

At around the same time, the rest of the Dungeon Busters arrive at the campsite with Theran (who is best able to identify the blazes that Chase has made) leading the way and Aanbo bringing up the rear, ready to help anyone who might stumble in the growing darkness. Chase had already arranged a circle of stones to make a fire ring with a pile of tinder and kindling in the center.
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As you hike along the trail, lay out your bedrolls, and sit around the fire, I encourage each of the PCs to share one anecdote or story with the others. It could be from their personal history, something they heard, a legend, a rumor, a ghost story, or anything: just a brief post to represent a part of the conversation that has happened for the last three or four hours of travel.
Apr 15, 2025 9:56 am
Chase heads out after letting the group know where the camp sight is and how to find it. He quickly returns to the sight of the fight and backtracks to where the thugs found their trail. In the waning light he has to pause to get a good read on their tracks.
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Chase is hoping to get a read on if they came from Orlane or a different direction.
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Rolls

nature check w/adv - (1d20+1, 1d20+1)

1d20+1 : (9) + 1 = 10

1d20+1 : (1) + 1 = 2

Apr 15, 2025 12:20 pm
Throughout their short journey, Arya radiated her usual cheerful demeanor, her humming and singing a constant melody. The morning's brutal violence seemed unable to dim her inner light or disturb her peaceful countenance. Arriving at the campsite, however, a flicker of hesitation crossed her face before she considered removing her armor. The memory of the undead ambush was still vivid. "Thank you for preparing the fire," she said with genuine gratitude. "Let's ensure we have a vigilant watch tonight, so we aren't caught off guard again."
Apr 15, 2025 4:33 pm
Aanbo used one of the small knives to carve feather sticks and speed up the ignition of the campfire. The cured and smoked boar meat is carved and distributed to everyone as part of the repast, supplemented with trail rations.

He picks up a fist-sized stone and sits near his pack. "My monastery was rumored to eat the very rock we mined," he says, running a thumb over the surface. "Our rituals of casting the earth upon our shoulders did not help that image, and our isolation just built that reputation up until it was a mountain. When my brother and I were... when we left and met people from the outside, we found ourselves the subject of both wonderment and ridicule. I honestly didn't know how to react to that, how people could see us as something other than ourselves. The meditations and mantras helped me cope, but my brother didn't take it too well.

"When we were attacked at the barn the other night, and when the town came to accuse us of the crime, it reminded me of those days. I thought that I would be better at explaining things, but I've come to realize that none will believe the truth if it did not fit their own version of the stories; it's too inconvenient. And I wonder what that makes of my truth. When the earth is dug up to reveal what lies beneath, and two people each see something different, how can their perspectives be matched? Who or what can determine whether one person's vision is correct and the other is wrong?"

The monk weighs his rations in one hand and the stone in the other. "Maybe I do eat the rock. Maybe I have been depriving myself of my true sustenance." He hefts the boar meat. "Maybe I have been filling my belly with this false flesh for so long that I have become blind to the truth."

The fire cracks in the silence that follows. Aanbo tosses the stone near the fire pit and dusts his hand upon his robes and gives a wry smile. "Or maybe a rock is just a rock. That is the real truth."
Apr 15, 2025 6:13 pm
Jonel pays no mind to the others as he settles down for the night. He cracks open the spell book, not really in a mind to commit to the task out here in the wilds. He pulls a dagger from his bag and starts cleaning under his nails as he flips the pages, munching lightly on his portion of meat. No doubt his mentor could have had this decoded in a day's time. He wondered what the old one was doing at this time. Probably laboring over some headache-inducing text in a language Jonel couldn't begin to comprehend.
Apr 15, 2025 7:47 pm
"Eating rocks must explain how you hit so hard, Aanbo" the warrior stated simply, with genuine admiration for the dwur’s martial prowess.

"As for the truth, well, two people often see whatever they want to see at the bottom of whatever hole they dig," she added skirting dangerously close to what a more educated person might have thought of as a rudimentary form of folk-philosophy.

"Just think about it: back home most folks think I’m some kind of hero, that I’ve defeated the big bad ogre; the way I see it I’ve outlived most of my enemies; but mostly I’ve outlived most of my comrades-at-arms," she continued, her eyes now fixed on the unmoving shadow that was Reptile. "So far luck has carried me on, where others - more deserving — have fallen," there was a tightening of her voice at this junction, as her eyes unfocused or, rather, gazed at nothingness.

"I feel you have my back, though. That changes things. That’s a kind of new truth, at least for me. Not just relying on fickle Istus, but putting my trust on you. I’m no hero, but neither am I alone."

After speaking so much, she was silent, gently nibbling of what remained of her smoked boar.
Apr 15, 2025 9:27 pm
Chase follows the tracks for some time; on first glance, it seems that they were just wandering through the Dim Forest when they happened upon the Dungeon Busters' trail. But Chase is experienced enough to recognize that the wandering was spread out enough that it seems that they were systematically searching the forest. Unfortunately, soon after this it grows too dark for the ranger to detect the tracks anymore. He's faced with a decision: does he ignite a light source, or does he continue in the darkness?

Chase is confident that he can find his way back to the Road even in the deep nighttime darkness of these woods, but if he wanted to continue tracking, he'd need light.
OOC:
Sorry; those rolls were unlucky.
Apr 15, 2025 10:16 pm
Chase just feels like this is important and he must push on. He will pull out a torch and his flint and steel and light it up. He will be even more vigilant than normal and prepared to snuff the light at a moments notice. He has had to do this kind of tracking before keeping his homeland of Agaden Reach safe. He takes a moment to think of home hoping he still has one. He will quickly gat back to his task. His new friends are counting on him and he would hate to let them down. He has quickly come to respect Aanbo, Theran, and Myrtha. Each different but more alike than they probably realize. All would make fine boundary wardens.
OOC:
Yes they were. Now it is time to take a chance.
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Apr 16, 2025 4:28 am
Feeling a bit more comfortable with one another after their hours of hiking and sharing stories together, the two groups of adventurers settle down around the campfire, cooking boar meat and sharing more anecdotes. They begin to feel a bit more like a single team. With the story of the undead that attacked Jonel and then Arya, Manthis, and Rosemary, they are particularly careful to post a guard rotation, with careful instructions on how Chase will identify himself when he returns.
OOC:
Will you have one or two people on guard at a time? What shifts will you set for guarding the others while they rest/sleep?
Apr 16, 2025 4:35 am
With the torch lit, Chase is able to continue tracking the bandits' path back through the forest. It does meander, going back and forth, but it is pretty clear that they were making their way west, searching for something. This, coupled with the presence of the spiral pendants/brand, strongly suggest that they are affiliated with the group in Orlane.

Chase stops suddenly, his hackles rising, the sense of being observed is very strong. Casting his eyes slowly about within the small sphere of torchlight, he faintly sees a humanoid figure standing motionless just outside the light. He waits for a long moment, but the figure does not move or react in any way, neither to greet or to challenge.
Apr 16, 2025 4:40 am
Aanbo volunteers for the fourth shift so that he can perform his morning meditations when the sun rises. If asked for his opinion, he would suggest someone from the Orlane crew pair with someone sent from Hochoch.
Apr 16, 2025 4:54 am
Myrtha will take any shift, as she is an easy sleeper, and can return to rest easily at any time. She too favours the idea that one member of each group take joint watches, preferably mixing skill sets.
Apr 16, 2025 9:48 am
Chase will grip his spear a little tighter. and say quietly but firmly."I see you standing there. Come on out and show yourself." He will be prepared to throw the torch at said humanoid and flee if things go south. As a former boundary warden he knows confidence in manner and speech are the best in this situation.
Apr 16, 2025 12:21 pm
"A priestess of Pelor sustains herself with only what is necessary, but no rock. We share any excess with the community, understanding that food and water are the very essence of life. As for truth," she added, her gaze thoughtful, "while individual perspectives shape our understanding, there is a core truth that resonates within each of us. Everyone else merely perceives the world through the unique lens of their own experiences." Turning to Anbo with a reassuring smile, she continued, "But have no fear, brother Anbo. With the light as your companion, no one will dare misjudge you." The light, of course, encompassing both Pelor and herself.
Apr 16, 2025 2:00 pm
https://i.pinimg.com/originals/ce/ae/dd/ceaeddfa938824e65b2ebf5522a05c7c.jpg Playing Manthis dodges displaying his lack of worldliness and plays his pan flute. Simple subtle entertainment for the evening. Some rest is nice after doing the hauling. He may be husky, but he is no superman, so the day's work shows on him.

He will take a shift as needed and will don his armor for such as he has taken it off while camping. Figuring safety in numbers right now. His chain mail is not light. A sharp eye will notice a Red Heart Gem attached on a thin Silver Chain around his neck as he strips down to common clothing.
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Apr 16, 2025 3:03 pm
Meanwhile, further east in the Dim Forest...

Chase calls out to the motionless figure, and it turns toward him, moving slowly forward. As it moves closer, the flickering torchlight reveals the features of a slack-jawed woman dressed in leather armor caked with mud. She holds her arms limply at her sides as she stumbles forward, the only noise the crunching of bracken under her feet.
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@mathias0077 - roll both a WIS (Insight) and a WIS (Perception) check for Chase, please.
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