Vaashti cocked an ear as the hairs on the back of her neck prickled. "Anyone else feel that? It was as if millions of voices suddenly cried out and were silenced"
"I didn't hear anything, Vaashti."
Maqli looks at Vaashti with a bemused expression. "Been going to too many plays lately, eh? Bit of the dramatist." She chuckles and looks around again, but she too felt the hairs on her neck prickle, and the woman gripped her axe a little tighter.
"Are we still on their trail?" asked Vaashti. The tiefling was feeling more than a little out of her element. She was a city girl, born and...well, bred.
"Shucks if I know," Maqli shrugs. "I think we are, but I'm also getting this weird feeling that something's about to happen. You know what I mean? The hairs on your neck are prickling up, and you get the sense that there's someone or something watching you... Waiting for something..."
"I believe we are."
Perception checks.
Nummil's winds twisted and twirled as he shifted his focus from his companions to the tracks, back to his companions and finally to where they were going.
Vero had been rather concerned about his surroundings since they started walking, but not wanting to create he scene he remained quiet.
Perception:
Maqli continued glancing around, her axe at the ready.
The flash of movement in the woods immediately had Nummil on the edge.
"Did you see that? Something's moving in the woods!"
Nummil stops in his tracks and stares at what he saw trying to figure out if it's something he should actually be afraid of. Or was he seeing ghosts? Not literally of course. Right? Quickly he checked to see if Maqli was still around before watching the woods again.
"Where?" Vaashti nervously gripped her morningstar and tried to peer into the area of the woods where Nuumil was pointing.
"Either there's a strong wind or we're being followed"
Vero draws his newly acquired friend and surveys the trees in the distance.
"Hopefully, we're being followed..." Vero said, looking forward to test the blood-shy blade in the field.
Perception:
"I just hope it's not that trio of goblins that has been causing problems."
You all start to see subtle movements in the forest
Nummil was glad the others had seen things move in the forest too. Now the question remained what it was that causes the movement. Are it the goblins Noya mentioned? Or perhaps it's the children they're looking for? Or maybe it's why they've found silver daggers...
"YOU CAN STOP HIDING NOW!" Nummil shouts at the forest.
you all spot a little black fur-ball in the bushes and it sounds and looks like it's eating something.
Vaashti clutched her morningstar and stared at the form. "What is it? A bear cub?" she murmured, almost to herself.
"I don't think that's a bear cub."
"If it's not a bear cub, then what is it? It's hard to tell from here."
Nummil narrows his eyes as he watches the fur-ball. His knowledge of the natural world is mostly theoretical and not of much use here.
"I have not seen this creature before...."
The creature is still eating as your all talking
Player actions?
Failing to constrain his curiosity, Nummil walks towards the feeding creature. What are you? he thinks as he slowly goes over the correct wording of a spell what will hopefully stop any sudden assault by the black fur ball.
As Nummil takes a step towards the mysterious fur ball he realizes he's getting pretty close to who knows what. He halts and instead tries to catch the creature's attention.
"Hey.. psssssst!"
Vero looks on as Nummil attempts to get the creature's attention, keeping his dagger close at all times.
"I just hope your recklessness doesn't get me killed"
as Nummil speaks, it turns around
it's a tiny black furball with red cat eyes,
it jumps at Nummil Blueskin along with two more that were in hiding.
9 Damage to Nummil Blueskin
"No, oh no!" Vaashti cries as the furballs attack Nuumil. Mornigstar in hand, she rushed to Nuumil and laid a hand on his shoulder. Chanting a quick prayer to the Everbloom, she released the energy, feeling it flow into Nuumil, healing some of his wounds.
Merciful healer means I can cast a healing spell wihtout provoking.
CLW
house rule
Nummil wasn't quite sure what had happened but all of a sudden it felt as if his skins was only hanging on to the rest of his body by tiny threads of uncut tissue. And then.. a sudden surge of warmth ran from his shoulder and the dreadful pain was only a strange memory. With a nod he thanked Vaashti. He took a step back from the creatures and started to cast the spell that would have to put these furballs on the ground.
They all appear high and stoned.
Glad his spell worked as intended Nummil signals the others to hurry up.
"Quick! They won't be out for long!"
Nummil takes a good look to find out what kind of creatures they're dealing with. Apart from being creatures with painful claws.
Actions?
Nummil watches the creatures intently before moving to the bushes to see what they were doing there.