Jan 23, 2018 11:50 pm
The settlement lies to the west along the plains where they meet the mountain.
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Jan 24, 2018 12:08 am
Ulfren paces himself as he marches westward. He opts for the path that is least difficult, reasoning that the conservation of energy is better than haste.
Jan 25, 2018 12:39 am
As you come back out of the mountains, you start seeing more signs of life and a few animals. A group of buildings is barely visible on the horizon after you walk most of the day. You should make it to them just as the sun dips below the sky line.
Jan 27, 2018 12:37 am
After a long uneventful march to the town, you come to the outskirts just as the sun is setting. The place is a dirty, old, rundown village. Most of the buildings look empty and the houses abandoned. An old man eyes you from the porch of the general store.
Jan 27, 2018 12:42 am
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Did this village exist during our time? What, if anything, do we know of it?Jan 27, 2018 3:09 am
Ulfren eyes the old man in return as he continues his stride.
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Human male? Not a dwarf?
Jan 27, 2018 4:15 am
As he comes up to the old man, Ryyrik whistles loudly towards Ulfren then turns to the old man "What happened?"
Jan 29, 2018 1:59 am
You don't remember the village in your time.
He is human.
"To my youth? Happened to what youngin?" The man replies.
He is human.
"To my youth? Happened to what youngin?" The man replies.
Jan 29, 2018 2:15 am
Ryyrik furrows his brow and reflexively tightens his grip on his warhammer "I don't give two shakes about your youth! This village is new, yet abandoned. What...happened?"
Jan 29, 2018 2:28 am
"It’s not abandoned, it’s my home! Sure she has seen better days, but with the way things got around here, what do you expect? The three of us can’t and don’t care to do much work around here. When the dwarves stopped coming from the mine, the coin ran out. That was years ago, I can’t remember how long ago, a week, a month or a century, who knows."
Jan 29, 2018 4:15 am
Ryyrik moves closer to the man, while his tone and furrowing brow depict anger, the close proximity allow his true feelings be revealed; his eyes show a hint of sorrow and desperation "The dwarves, my kin, why did they stop coming?"
Jan 29, 2018 7:26 am
Ulfren says nothing, allowing Ryyrik his questions. He does, however, step up to his kinsman and place a firm hand on the shoulder in an act of support
Jan 29, 2018 8:50 am
With his heavy coats and furs, it is near impossible to tell by sight but by touch Ulfren feels Ryyrik's heavy and rapid breathing—although, it does slow slightly at his touch.
Jan 29, 2018 1:13 pm
Phineas watches quietly from the rear. While he wouldn't have thought Ryyrik was the right choice for talking with these seemingly gentle folk, Ryyrik is proving him wrong. Phineas decides to hang back and take up Ryyrik's role as the terse and vigilant guardian, and scans the buildings for any signs of danger or concern.
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Perception roll: 10Last edited Jan 29, 2018 1:14 pm
Rolls
Perception, guidance - (1d20+6, 1d4)
1d20+6 : (3) + 6 = 9
1d4 : (1) = 1
Jan 29, 2018 10:14 pm
"That I cannot tell you, I'm sorry, but I was old then being damned to be here for the rest of eternity, I cannot leave the town."
Phineas feels no danger.
Phineas feels no danger.
Jan 29, 2018 10:54 pm
"Reckon we been away for a long time," Ulfren says. "You can tell we got questions, but any of y'r answers gots to be like we ain't a clue what's going on.
"So maybe we's start from the top. What's y'r name, and what place is this?"
"So maybe we's start from the top. What's y'r name, and what place is this?"
Jan 30, 2018 1:05 am
"This is Karthas, a way point between areas and I am Ethan the supplier. We used to be a stopping point on he way to the temple in the mountains and a place for Dwarves to spend their coin or valuables. Then the gods left and the temple was sealed, until a little while ago that is, some adventurers let out it's captive and left with him, but that is neither here or there. The Dwarves that were regulars came fewer and fewer times, the the ones that did come changed somewhat. Their appearance grew grey and sunken. They didn't speak much, and then those even stopped. I mustn't leave the town or I'll return to dust, so I can't help ye all out much more than that."
Jan 30, 2018 6:31 am
Phineas quietly considers what he is hearing. Is this a phenomenon he's heard of? Perhaps the wind can whisper some clues.
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Arcana check: 28 totalLast edited Jan 30, 2018 6:32 am
Rolls
Arcana check with Guidance - (1d20+5, 1d4)
1d20+5 : (20) + 5 = 25
1d4 : (3) = 3
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