Wix Knickershins |
Wix exhales. Relaxing, he none-the-less keeps the crossbow nocked and close at hand.
Well, my lads, that was a close one I must say. I think I might need a change of small-clothes after that one...
Now maybe we can get some straight answers from someone about what exactly in the hell is going on here.
Bowing deeply to the woman.
My lady, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance. Wix Knickershins is my name and I am at your service in the smallest matter you may require. Might I inquire as to your own name and to what, exactly, has just transpired?
GM Iliad |
Wix - Diplomacy Roll
1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16
Since Beau stood up for her, I'll assume he aids you
Beau - Aid Diplomacy
1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7
Oof!
It is clear the woman still isn't in complete control of herself. Through her disjointed, half-sentences, you piece together that her name is Camillia. She is an herbalist and was in the woods gathering supplies when the elves saw her. They chased her for sport, threatening unspeakable acts when they caught her. She assumed they were bandits.
Bear in mind this isn't a simple speech. She just had a terrifying experience. She's a mess.
GM Iliad |
Darpan walks away from the woman and picks up the dagger. The blade is clearly coated in silver. Which makes it a Silver Dagger.
How's THAT for a tie-in!
Wix Knickershins |
Nice reference! lol
Gentlemen, it seems Lady Camilia has suffered quite a fright this evening and I for one find myself somewhat discomfitted after that ... encounter. I'm sure a nice fire and a cup of something warm would do much to soothe our frayed psyches. Might I suggest we find a place to camp, dry our clothes and calm ourselves? Once the sun has again arisen, we can accompany the lady to safety.
GM Iliad |
Shane moves off to the side of the road the elves came from. About 300 yards into relatively easy going, he finds a small clearing that the party can use. He carefully inspects the area but doesn't find anything worthy of mention. He returns to the group and informs them of his finding.
When examining the dagger, Darpan had noticed that the hilt was shaped like an eagle.
Wix Knickershins |
I'll take that challenge. Wix doesn't have the specific skills, but he's from a minor house... does that count for anything?
Knowledge: Nobility 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (12) + 0 = 12
What curious workmanship. That silver gilding would make it a fearsome weapon against those afflicted with lycanthropy, though I should not like to be around to witness the gruesome results produced of using such weapons.
Wix shudders at the thought.
Master Greenbottle, show me to the spot you've found. I should like to get a fire going and heat some water for tea, if you please.
Beau Trill |
Beau let's out a heavy breath after the elves leave.
Beau remains in quiet contemplation on the walk to Shame's campsite.
Once camped, Beau pulls a teapot from his backpackers using a minor conjuration spell to fill it with fresh water and sets the kettle above the flames. Digging through his bag once more Beau removes a curious looking box that, once opened, is full of assorted herbs of various Colors, shapes, sizes, and aromas.
"If'n ye don't mind, I think a lavender and spearment tea might do well ta calm all our nerves."
Wix Knickershins |
Wix tries to put the lady at her ease.
Perhaps conversing on something familiar will help
Lavender and spearmint sounds wonderful, my good man. Lady Camilia, I seem to recall that you're an herbalist. What would you recommend to calm shaken nerves and invigorate our constitutions?
Petracleus |
Petracleus is neither local nor well versed in History so does not worry himself with the markings on the dagger
Glad to take the opportunity to set up camp, Petracleus partakes in the offered tea......
By the gods!!!!..this is vile.....give me ale any day......must smile, must smile.....
"Say Beau this is quite delicious....thanks....."
Wix seems somewhat convinced but there is no way I am sure about this Camilia.....who's got the knife?
Petracleus |
"Darpan? That is quite a lovely tune......I can't quite place it though.....where do you call home?"
Petracleus |
"Say, Wix, if you don't mind maybe I could check the knife out?"
I think I'll hang on to that....and, please don't let it be so, I won't hesitate to use it if Camilia does show any signs of changing.....the quick and the dead, the quick and the dead.......
Beau Trill |
Beau bows respectfully to Petracleus's compliment.
"Tea shared among friends is always the sweetest. Only that shared with family can beat it." Beau seems oddly sad speaking that last bit.
"The hilt has an eagle it could belong to an Eagle Knight, this is still Andoran's side of the border. They're fairly common in this region by my understanding. Though those godless brigands certainly aren't one."
Beau's mind still lost in thoughts of the past. The memory of the Eagle Knights who saved him still floating around.
GM Iliad |
You chat amiably around the fire, Camilia sitting on a log, saying next to nothing and huddling under a blanket. Eventually, the three not on watch settle in to sleep, blankets near the fire. Camilia is closest to Beau.
Shane and Patracleus take watch positions on opposite sides, walking about every so often to ensure they stay awake and talking softly. About midway through the night, they finish their shifts and wake up Wix and Darpan. After reporting nothing of interest, they take their turns to sleep.
1d6 ⇒ 6
Wix and Darpan follow a similar pattern as the night creeps towards dawn. For a few hours now, the rain has only been a light mist. It's not particularly annoying, but everything remains wet. There is no moon in the sky.
With a few hours remaining before dawn, you both hear a noise from near the fire. Camilia, wrapped in the blanket, approaches Wix, who is on watch towards the woods, rather than the road. She is moving quietly so as not to wake the others.
She still looks, worn out and her voice is barely loud enough for you to hear."I have to go.."Her voice trails off as she stares into the woods.
I won't make you roll Perception to realize that she has to go pee!
Beau Trill |
Good Dreams (Desna)
Your dreams often give you a hint of possible dangers you might face during your day—such as a fall, a blast of fire, or a poisonous snake— and this hint sometimes makes all the difference.
Benefit: Each time you sleep, the GM tells you of a dangerous dream you had. Once per day, if you have to make a saving throw against a threat related or similar to that dream, you can roll twice and take the more favorable result. If you do not encounter circumstances similar to the threat or situation you dreamed, this trait has no effect that day.
Wix Knickershins |
Desna save us from fem-bladders... I guess she might be planning to run off, but she's not our prisoner and free to do as she pleases I guess. As for those eagle be-decked elves...
I understand, My Lady. These woods are not safe, I'm afraid. Please stay within sight of the camp and take a torch with you for light.
Wix lights a torch fro his pack and hands it to Camilia.
Wix Knickershins |
What in Desna's name is taking so long?
To Darpan:
Good sir, it seems that some ill mayhap has befallen the Lady Camilia for she has not yet returned from her excursion. She refused the light and we are not blessed with night vision, so blundering off after her would likely mean we would befall the same fate.
I have not heard so much as a titter from the woods from that direction, so it may be that she has simply gone her separate way, though why she would need to sneak off in the dead of night is beyond me.
It may also be that she has taken a fall and is unconscious, bleeding her life's blood into the dirt.
What think you? Shall we leave her to her fate, wait until sunrise and go in search, or wake the camp and search after her now?
EDIT: fixed some errant formatting. That'll teach me to preview first, lol.
GM Iliad |
I'm going to move this along a bit.
Darpan and Wix agree that roaming off into the woods in the dark seems like a bad idea. And as the party had saved Camilia from the elves, some good had been accomplished, even if she vanished now.
The next morning, they tell the rest of the group of Camilia's depature.
A nearly uneventful day of travel follows, with more rain than the day before. Progress is still adequate and you'll be at Swallowfeld by late in the evening.
I said "nearly uneventful." An hour or so after you broke camp, you came upon something in the road. As you moved forward to investigate, it was revealed to be the corpse of a werewolf.
Any posts as you look at the corpse?
Beau Trill |
"Gods don't let it be her." Beau whispers quietly to himself inspecting the body for what killed it as well as identifying marks.
Heal check1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21
After everyones had a chance to inspect the body Beau will perform last rights.
'Sweet Song of the Spheres, please guide this weary traveler as they take their final journey to the Boneyard. Grant them your mercy and grant us your luck and protection that we do not fall to their fate."
Level 0 - Create Water, Detect Magic, Light
Level 1 - Bless, Longstrider(D), Sanctuary
Petracleus |
"If it is the lady Camilia then at least she is now at peace........"
Petracleus is respectfully silent whilst Beau performs the ceremony....
Wix Knickershins |
Wix observes a moment of silence while Beau performs his rites.
Seems the Silverers have struck again. This murder has strengthened my resolve to see our task through and find out what is agitating all this unrest.
His face darkens and he fingers his punch dagger:
And if I happen to meet a Silverer in a quiet alley behind a tavern...
Petracleus |
"I suggest we make haste, there is little more to be done here and I do not relish another night under the stars......the constant drizzle reminds me of the North"
Petracleus hoists his backpack over his shoulder and sets off down the road.
If that was Camilia then I hope we have all learnt a lesson about the friends we make around here
Petracleus |
"So one thing is bothering me and maybe I am misremembering but I always believed that those afflicted by Lycanthropy would only turn on the full moon......last night there was no moon in the sky?"
.....and if there was one wolf in the forest you can be sure we will encounter more soon enough.....looks like a few malcontent 'brigands' may be the least of our worries.....
GM Iliad |
The rain continues throughout the day as you trek onward towards Swallowfeld: Sometimes light, sometimes heavy, but always coming down. You took a mid-day break to sullenly eat a fire-less lunch. Shane's affinity for the air elements isn't very useful here.
The group presses on, not wishing to spend the night camping in wet clothes and driving wind.
The clouds occasionally break but there is no moon tonight and the darkness contributes to the sense of oppressiveness the shadowy trees provide.
A tremendous clap of thunder explodes and a flash of lightning lights the sky. Revealed ahead is an ancient stone bridge. The stream rushing underneath is swollen with the recent (and ongoing) rains. Upon the bridge are several forms. As you peer through the falling rain, you see broken planks of wood; apparently from a smashed carriage at the far side. The shapes on the ground are the bodies of a half-dozen men, littering the bridge and the area around it like carelessly discarded toys.
Beau - 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 1 = 18
Wix - 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14
Petracleus - 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 1 = 15
Shane - 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20
Darpan - 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20
You enter the map from the left. Anybody can say something right now, out of order, but for actions, here's initiative, based on marching order and the wagon:
Darpan
Shane
Beau
Petracleus
Wix
Readying weapons, casting spells, etc, are free actions right now since you're not in combat.
And you aren't limited to movement squares (i.e, you can walk across the bridge to the wagon,etc). But to "do anything" related to this new scene (i.e., Shane looks for tracks, Beau checks the bodies, etc), wait your turn, please.
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