'This wagon ride is starting to get boring, some excitement would be nice for a change' Naomi yawns as she continues to watch the roadway for anything unusual.
You see a beast flying toward you from the north west. It is about a half a mile away and it is big with bat wings.
Releasing her mandolin to the ether, Noami shades her eyes as she points in to the sky, as she begins to get out of the wagon. "Hey boys, do any of you recognize that large creature flying at us?"
"Do we have time to take cover," the dwarf asks, pulling his sword, just in case.
Turvijagal will grab is crossbow and see what happens.
Cyric uses misfortune on Naomi, hoping she could identify it, while he himself looks it over and also looks for any others.
Cover? Where? You have a round, maybe two.
Ulfgard prepares his weapons for the fight!
Dwarven doublewaraxe and shield.
Hagrym pulls the magical bastard sword and take a spot behind the cart, not sure what sort of attack the flying creature will use.
Naomi walks to the head of the mule, hoping to keep the equine calm so she doesn't run off, patting Jenny's neck as she takes the reins. "That's a good girl Jenny, lets not run off." Naomi turns, one hand on the mules reins, the other on her hip, smiles a little as she tries to see details on the approaching creature 'Lets not freak out just yet, well at least not till we figure out what it is and what it wants, then hopefully it will eat the mule instead of me.'
Roll init
Init
Cyric uses misfortune on Naomi...
oh crap, what do we do now?' Naomi tries to stand bravely beside the mule, not knowing what else to do, she calls up her mandolin and begins singing a song from the "Opera of the Pink Swan"
Turvijagal will fire a crossbow bolt at that thing, whatever it is.
Cyric uses bit of luck on Ulfgar and promptly hides himself in the wagon clutching his spear
Seeing the beast continue toward the group, Hagrym grabs his magical sword and steps forward, issuing a challenge to the wyvern. "Bring it on, you miserable excuse for a flying dog!"
Ulfgard looks at his new boots coming closer and a wicked dwarfen smile can be seen!
Missed again
Cyric uses misfortune on Shandar to be able to reroll the attack.
thank you cyric that should burn him
Ulfgard will cast lead blades.
i do
sorry its demonic
When you arrive at the Hanging Gardens, there is a woman there sitting in the center of the connecting bridge, sobbing uncontrollably.
Seeing the woman sobbing uncontrollably, Naomi rests her hands on the reigns and leans over to Cyric, "Let me go talk to her."Climbing off of the wagon Naomi approaches the weeping woman, kneeling down beside her she introduces the group. "We are travelers coming to the Hanging Gardens for the holy oil of Iseleine, but we excel at helping people, is there something we can do to ease your pain?"
"Aljena murdered my husband, why? She wore the blessed oil in a vial about her neck, and that it is presumed lost with her body."
Hagrym followed close behind. "Who is Aljena? She must have stolen the oil. Anyone who possesses it must have had a good heart originally. What happened to her? Is she dead too? Maybe she was possessed by a demon?"
Naomi, looks up and Hagrym and then back to the woman, resting her hand on the woman's shoulder, she continued "Oh my, this is very confusing like Hagrym said "who is..." oh. where are my manners. I am Naomi and this is Hagrym. Now did you say Aljea is dead or lost and she killed your husband? could you start from the beginning for us? We really do want to help" especially if it helps find the blessed oil.
"The high priestess, Aljena, murdered her husband, Merom. Astonishingly, she killed the man on the Grand Terrace in front of several witnesses. She kissed Merom passionately before plunging a serrated dagger into his heart. Aljena, beaming delightedly, then jumped to her death. Mysteriously, her body was never found, though
priests searched the base of the tower where she would have fallen. Please, help us find out why."
Well since we need the blessed oil anyway, Naomi nods her head in agreement, then smiles. "We shall help you, would you show us a place where we can rest tonight and we will follow you to this "Grand Terrace" and look around, we are very good investigators.
A stone bridge defies natural laws as it spans the 600-foot-wide chasm between the main rim of the crater and the top of the granite pillar. Three-foot-tall stone flower boxes brimming with blooming plants line the walkway. Flowering vines and ivy growing from the boxes cascade from the sides of the bridge, giving the structure the appearance of a garden hanging across the open void. Some of the longest vines reach lengths of 100 feet.
Two identical nine-foot-tall statues stand to either side of the bridge’s entrance on the outer rim of the chasm containing the garden. Each multilayered robed maiden carries a large falchion visible as an outline beneath the carved veils.
A welcomer awaits to greet visitors. The priest politely requests that all weapons remain behind before visitors are allowed to cross. The greeter assures untrusting visitors that the items will be quite safe. Weapons are stored in a compartment beneath a stone slab on which the columns stand. When all apparent weapons are relinquished, the greeter allows visitors to cross.
Lindeera speaks with Jernigan about having the PCs’ weapons returned to them if they will agree to venture into the Gardens Below to root out the source of the trouble.
'wow, nice place' After taking a moment to admire the view, Naomi begins placing her weapons in the stone box, "Come on boys, we may as well get this over with." Placing both her rapiers and her bow inside she turns to Lindeera and Jernigan and asks smiling; "So we get these back when we head to the Gardens? Lets get to the sight of the murder suicide so we can get about it then."
Hagrym wasn't happy leaving his weapons behind. He holds up the scepter. "Surely a dwarven walking stick would be okay to bring along with me? How about that?"
Smiling innocently Ulfrik points to his friend the dorn derger. "This is just a music instrument!"