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Grushnak and Oleksandr make their way back to the hallway by the Great Ulfe’s room. As they pass the Diremole and Direwolf, they see that they both are fine and dozing. Duggar is making little rattling snoring noises.
Grushnak leads you to the hallway where the Great Ulfe’s room is. Instead of turning right towards it, he turns left. “Eye’s room just down here. Evil place,” he says, pointing.
Olek, you see a giant eye painted roughly on the closed door in front of you. It matches the sash around your shoulders. The door is unlocked.
You enter a dark, stuffy room. There is incense smoldering on a table by the door, and black hangings drape the walls. Torches in the corners of the room are flickering steadily in the heavy air. In the corner to your left there are three sleeping pallets covered in black cloth, with a small trunk in between them. At the far end of the room is a large, stone table. A stone box is at the base, with a carving of an eye on the lid. Candles with burnt wicks litter the stone table, as well as lots of dark stains and splotches. On a shelf to your right is a collection of what looks like jarred organs, with several large jars of eyeballs plus other deadly looking instruments, jars, liquids, cloths, knives, and incense packets.
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Thravum is shaking his head disapprovingly as he gives up on the left and moves over to the right.
The right manacle falls open. Sighanna moves her wrist around. She watches him work on the other manacle. She also listens to Olias' songs. After he speaks to her, she replies, "Ah I would love to delve into the lineage of the Gemcutters and their part in the history of the Towers of Doriast of the Holgirr Mountains. And I could tell the story of my ancestor for whom I was named and how she vanquished the traitorous Anganak and saved Grombarr the Brave - ah what a story! Perhaps when we have found Featherhoof and made our way to a cozy fireside with some ale I could enlighten you."
She motions to his drum. "That is a beautiful instrument!" she exclaims. She begins to read the Dwarven runes. "This song describes the Battle of Stonetooth. It begins,"
"Far over the stony mountains cold,
To dungeons deep and caverns old,
Durgeddin forged, crafted to hoard
Many fine treasures in mithril and gold."She stops. "There are many verses. Sounds like this is the chorus that repeats itself. See how the runes repeat?" She points out several instances of this. "I have never heard this song before. I hope you can perform it for me at the same fireside chat."
Using the blunt top of a hand axe he starts hammering at the ring holding the chain to the wall- working it back, forth, up and down. He also uses a dagger to try and chip away at the morter holding it in place. Occasionally he stops and tugs at the chain to test it's strength.
"May I see that axe?" she asks, taking it from him. "I'll hit the top, you work the dagger, and I believe that together we can open this one."
After a couple minutes the lock clicks open. Sighanna returns the axe and rubs her wrists together.
"We'd better go find those two who left to visit the Eye's room. It's been a while since the changing of the guards outside, and based on...
"Thank you for translating. I would love to write down a full translation of the runes" He takes out his inkpen and looks around for something to write on. Assuming he finds something, he writes down that first verse. "Would you mind helping me with the rest? Until I learn the Dwarven language, it'd be nice to at least have a Common translation. Thanks!"
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"Would you mind helping me with the rest? Until I learn the Dwarven language, it'd be nice to at least have a Common translation. Thanks!"
Sighanna smiles despite her weary, hungered condition. "I would be happy to read this to you. I'm very intrigued myself, having read the first part. That will help pass the time as we wait for the others to return."
She focuses on the drum and begins.
The Battle of Stonetooth
Far over the stony mountains cold,
To dungeons deep and caverns old,
Durgeddin forged, crafted to hoard
Many fine treasures in mithril and gold.
The forges roared upon on the height,
The bellows moaned into the night,
The fire was red, it flaming spread,
Molten metal like torches blazed with light.
The dwarves of yore made mighty spells,
While hammers fell like ringing bells
In places deep, where dark things sleep,
In hollow halls beneath the fells.
Far over the stony mountains cold,
To dungeons deep and caverns old,
Durgeddin forged, crafted to hoard
Many fine treasures in mithril and gold.
Fit for ancient king and dwarven lord
There lay many a gleaming golden hoard
They shaped and wrought, and light they caught
To hide in gems on hilt of sword.
Durgeddin crafted, forged, and hammered
His creations shiny, strong, and glammered
In mithril silver, strong they were
Ringing and singing through the night was heard.
Far over the stony mountains cold,
To dungeons deep and caverns old,
Durgeddin forged, crafted to hoard
Many fine treasures in mithril and gold.
War cries were sounding in the dale
And dwarves looked up with faces pale;
The orcs and beasts more fierce than fire
Laid low their halls and forges frail.
The mountain smoked beneath the moon;
The dwarves they heard the tramp of doom.
They fled their hall to dying fall
Beneath orc feet, beneath the moon.
Far over the stony mountains cold,
To dungeons deep and caverns old,
Durgeddin forged, crafted to hoard
Many fine treasures in mithril and gold.
The wind was on the withered heath,
but in the forest stirred no leaf:
there shadows lay be night or day,
and dark things silent crept beneath.
The wind came down from mountains cold,
and like a tide it roared and rolled;
the branches groaned, the forest moaned,
and leaves were laid upon the mould.
Far over the stony mountains cold,
To dungeons deep and caverns old,
Durgeddin forged, crafted to hoard
Many fine treasures in mithril and gold.
The enemies attacked from West to East;
all movement in the mountain ceased,
but shrill and harsh across the marsh
Their beastly voices were released.
The mountain crumbling, its spire bent,
the stones were rattling--on it went
o'er shaken pool under heavens cool
where racing clouds were torn and rent.
Far over the stony mountains cold,
To dungeons deep and caverns old,
Durgeddin forged, crafted to hoard
Many fine treasures in mithril and gold.
Orcs laid the Stonetooth Mountain bare
and swept above the Durgeddin’s lair:
there black and dark lay boulders stark
and flying smoke was in the air.
One last stand, Durgeddin never took flight
over the stone bridge as dark as the night.
Mighty stones were broken, safety forsaken
and down he fell with enemies to no light.
Far over the stony mountains cold,
To dungeons deep and caverns old,
Durgeddin forged, crafted to hoard
Many fine treasures in mithril and gold.
Deep in the Mountain dark and tall
Orcs have come unto his hall.
Durgeddin is dead, now creatures Dread,
His sacrifice so his foes shall fall.
The sword is sharp, the spear is long,
The arrow swift, the Gate is strong;
The heart is bold that looks on gold;
The dwarves no more shall suffer wrong.
Far over the stony mountains cold,
To dungeons deep and caverns old,
Durgeddin forged, crafted to hoard
Many fine treasures in mithril and gold.
Jorthlitharr scans the room a bit.
"Sloppy voodoo blood magic. Disgusting vile stuff."
He pauses with a slight annoyance.
"You got this? Oleksandr? I'm going to start checking out that portcullis.."
Jolithar makes his way to the hallway with the gate.
Oleksandr will take a look at the trunk between the beds. If it seems unassuming and is unlocked he will open it and look inside.
He will then turn his attention to the stone box. If the box itself isn't magical he will attempt to open it. If it is then he will try to determine the arcanic origin before proceeding.
Finally, he sighs, and begins sorting through the various jars on the shelves. Not really all that interested in preserved body parts, but perhaps there are other useful items there. He pockets the incense.
Olias grows excited as he hears Sighanna recite the song. "Wow. I'd love to transcribe that when I get a chance. Maybe I'll ask Olek for some paper when he gets back. Thank you!"
"You got this? Oleksandr? I'm going to start checking out that portcullis.."
Jolitharr makes his way to the hallway with the gate.
Jorlitharr sees that the hallway with the gate is actually the jail, which has been opened.
Curious about the meat smell, he wants to investigate further down the hallway. He walks down the eastern hallway. It forks in front of him, one branch turning north and the other to the south. The smell emanates from the room to the south. Jorlitharr sees a large cooking fire rimmed in brick with a hole in the ceiling above; the fire is starting to die down with no one to stoke it. Black smoke curls upward through the hole in the ceiling, looking like it's being pulled there. At the southern part of the room a long table with piles of meat, bone, fur, cups, small barrels dripping with beer, and long knives.
Olias grows excited as he hears Sighanna recite the song. "Wow. I'd love to transcribe that when I get a chance. Maybe I'll ask Olek for some paper when he gets back. Thank you!"
"My pleasure, my friend."
At this point, she and Thravum unlock her manacles. She stands, wobbling but strong. "I must find Featherhoof. I don't know if he's down here or outside. Did you notice any trace of a hippogriff?" she asks Thravum and Olias.
This occurs as you fight the orcs in the hallway.
Geim moves into place, hearing the wolves and orcs coming. He is in position on the eastern side of the bridge. His boot kicks the wall to the left of the hallway opening. Unbeknownst to him, as his boot touches the wall he brushes a small rune inscribed on the wall. The rune glows briefly, and Geim feels a cold rush flow throughout him. In seconds, his limbs freeze and he is petrified.
Jorlitharr will look for any traces of featherhoof. Particularly feathers or hoof prints. He'll also trace the stonesense rune every 50ft or so to sense anything in contact with the stone floor that isn't immediately apparent.
He'll continue to the east if he doesn't find anything.
Passive Survival (to track) is 15, Passive Perception is 15.
Oleksandr will take a look at the trunk between the beds. If it seems unassuming and is unlocked he will open it and look inside.
He will then turn his attention to the stone box. If the box itself isn't magical he will attempt to open it. If it is then he will try to determine the arcanic origin before proceeding.
Finally, he sighs, and begins sorting through the various jars on the shelves. Not really all that interested in preserved body parts, but perhaps there are other useful items there. He pockets the incense.
You find the trunk unlocked. It is full of folded dark robes and belts. Digging to the bottom you find a long dagger with a silver eye-shaped pommel. It looks very nice and sharp but is not magical. You also find a pouch with a stone key.
The stone box is locked, but you notice the key you find is the same type of stone. When you try it in the box, it clicks open. At the bottom you see a large leather-wrapped satchel, a chain that matches the one you saw around Sighanna’s neck, and a silver goblet. The chain and goblet glow with magical light. If you focus on the magic, you see the chain is necrotic magic and the goblet glows with illusion.
The jars on closer inspection are mostly preserved body parts, old and swollen and not easily identifiable as human or beast. You do see a magical glow coming from a tall jar near the back of the lower shelf; you see it is a hand floating in green liquid with a golden ring around the middle finger.
The pungent, sickly sweet smell of the incense leaks out of your pocket. You have a feeling it’ll take lots of washing to get the smell out of your clothes.
Jorlitharr will look for any traces of featherhoof. Particularly feathers or hoof prints. He'll also trace the stonesense rune every 50ft or so to sense anything in contact with the stone floor that isn't immediately apparent.
He'll continue to the east if he doesn't find anything.
Passive Survival (to track) is 15, Passive Perception is 15.
You don’t find any traces of Featherhoof in the eating area. You do find a significant amount of dirt leading down the eastern passage.
You reach a fork in the hallway. One leads northwards and the other southwards. Your keen eyes notice wide scraping marks on the floor and side of the northward passage. Closer inspection makes you think it was made by something large and sharp being dragged down the passageway.
Dirt trails down the southern passage, tracked and pounded into the ground by many bootsteps. As you look down the passage, you see an opening dug into the wall. Clods of dirt spill out onto the stone floor. Among the clumps of dirt you see a wispy strand of something grey sticking out. Streaking lines and loose dirt lead towards a closed door to the east.
Jorlitharr will look for any traces of featherhoof. Particularly feathers or hoof prints. He'll also trace the stonesense rune every 50ft or so to sense anything in contact with the stone floor that isn't immediately apparent.
He'll continue to the east if he doesn't find anything.
Passive Survival (to track) is 15, Passive Perception is 15.
You don’t find any traces of Featherhoof in the eating area. You do find a significant amount of dirt leading down the eastern passage.
You reach a fork in the hallway. One leads northwards and the other southwards. Your keen eyes notice wide scraping marks on the floor and side of the northward passage. Closer inspection makes you think it was made by something large and sharp being dragged down the passageway.
Dirt trails down the southern passage, tracked and pounded into the ground by many bootsteps. As you look down the passage, you see an opening dug into the wall. Clods of dirt spill out onto the stone floor. Among the clumps of dirt you see a wispy strand of something grey sticking out. Streaking lines and loose dirt lead towards a closed door to the east.
Jorlitharr will remove the grey object and examine it.
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"Hiffogrop? That some kinda wolf? Only critters we seen here are wolves n Orcs. Dead'uns, now. Heh."
You see a thought cross his face. "Sorry if we killt it."
"Where n hell is every'un?"
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Jorlitharr will remove the grey object and examine it.
It is a long feather with a thick core.
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"Where n hell is every'un?"
"Hippogriff," Sighanna corrects gently. "The tall wizard went to look for a key," she holds up her wrists, "and the dirtcovered barefooted one went with him. He sounded determined to find Featherhoof."
She slowly stands, rubbing her wrists. "I'd like to get my armor back, and find some food. It's been a while since we've had a good meal." She motions towards the other two in the cell. "Shall we?"
She leads the way down the eastern passage, following the food smell. She picks out fresh meat and beer that hasn't been half-eaten or in a dirty mug. She hands fresh water to Sam and the young halforc. "I believe I see barefoot dirty prints continuing down the hallway to the east," she tells Olias and Thravum (if they follow her). "Perhaps you can see what he's doing? I don't think it's a good idea for you all to be scattered around this pit."
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The stone box is locked, but you notice the key you find is the same type of stone. When you try it in the box, it clicks open. At the bottom you see a large leather-wrapped satchel, a chain that matches the one you saw around Sighanna’s neck, and a silver goblet. The chain and goblet glow with magical light. If you focus on the magic, you see the chain is necrotic magic and the goblet glows with illusion.
The jars on closer inspection are mostly preserved body parts, old and swollen and not easily identifiable as human or beast. You do see a magical glow coming from a tall jar near the back of the lower shelf; you see it is a hand floating in green liquid with a golden ring around the middle finger.
Update: The goblet has transmutation magic around it. The chain is indeed necromancy. The ring glows with a mix of magic; you sense evocation, divination, and transmutation.
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You find the trunk unlocked. It is full of folded dark robes and belts. Digging to the bottom you find a long dagger with a silver eye-shaped pommel. It looks very nice and sharp but is not magical. You also find a pouch with a stone key.
The stone box is locked, but you notice the key you find is the same type of stone. When you try it in the box, it clicks open. At the bottom you see a large leather-wrapped satchel, a chain that matches the one you saw around Sighanna’s neck, and a silver goblet. The chain and goblet glow with magical light. If you focus on the magic, you see the chain is necrotic magic and the goblet glows with illusion.
The jars on closer inspection are mostly preserved body parts, old and swollen and not easily identifiable as human or beast. You do see a magical glow coming from a tall jar near the back of the lower shelf; you see it is a hand floating in green liquid with a golden ring around the middle finger.
The pungent, sickly sweet smell of the incense leaks out of your pocket. You have a feeling it’ll take lots of washing to get the smell out of your clothes.
Oleksandr takes the knife, stone box and contents, and the jar with the floating hand and returns to the cell.
"Oh good, Thravum was able to break those chains. I found some items which may be useful in that cultist's chambers. Looks to be another chain like the one that bound Sighanna when we found her. This goblet has trasnsmutation properties. And, well, I think this hand is wearing a magical ring."
He presents the jar like it is completely normal to carry around containers of body parts.
Sighanna raises her hands in front of her chest. "Please be careful with anything you took from the Eye of Gruumsh. Evil, dark things lurk around that god."
She takes a bite, chews, swallows, takes a sip, then asks, "Where is the barefoot one? And did you find any trace of my armor and urgrosh perchance?"
Jorlitharr will continue to the east, occasionally using his Rune of Stone Secrets.
Jorlitharr is not worried.
Jorlitharr will continue to the east, occasionally using his Rune of Stone Secrets.
Jorlitharr is not worried.
To the south you see a short tunnel, sloping upwards.
Continuing east you see an open door. If you stand in the doorway you can look into the room. You do not sense any living presences from the doorway.
You see a large, wide room filled with barrels, crates, bins, and boxes. Racks of beef, goat, and poultry hang from the ceiling. Many of the barrels say “BEER” and there are a couple with the Deepflagon emblem. Grain and beans spill out of some of the crates. Stacks of pelts and furs totter in the far corner. Fruits and vegetables, some rotting, are packed in bins and boxes. Two torches burn low in the room.
The floor of this room is stone but covered in piles of dirt. You see two large holes in the wall, with dirt rimming the edges on the floor. Based on the roughly cut hallways and tracked dirt, you believe that the orcs were making tunnels. You see more thin, scratching cuts on the floor leading to the tunnel to the south.
Jorlitharr will continue to the east, occasionally using his Rune of Stone Secrets.
Jorlitharr is not worried.
To the south you see a short tunnel, sloping upwards.
Continuing east you see an open door. If you stand in the doorway you can look into the room. You do not sense any living presences from the doorway.
You see a large, wide room filled with barrels, crates, bins, and boxes. Racks of beef, goat, and poultry hang from the ceiling. Many of the barrels say “BEER” and there are a couple with the Deepflagon emblem. Grain and beans spill out of some of the crates. Stacks of pelts and furs totter in the far corner. Fruits and vegetables, some rotting, are packed in bins and boxes. Two torches burn low in the room.
The floor of this room is stone but covered in piles of dirt. You see two large holes in the wall, with dirt rimming the edges on the floor. Based on the roughly cut hallways and tracked dirt, you believe that the orcs were making tunnels. You see more thin, scratching cuts on the floor leading to the tunnel to the south.
Jorlitharr mumbles out loud "Why in the nine hells would anyone feel like this place didn't have enough tunnels? Were they trying to find something buried?"
Jorlitharr will go back down the hall and follow the eastern passage. (battlemat updated)
Jorlitharr will go back down the hall and follow the eastern passage. (battlemat updated)
The gouges in the floor lead you to a wooden door, cracked open with light streaming out. Looking through the opening, you see bunks with disheveled fur blankets, open crates with armor, barrels of beer, cracked bones and bits of bread scattered across this long room. Lit torches cast dancing shadows over the crowded room. To the left in the corner you see a very shiny suit of armor and some sort of hammer leaned against the wall. You do not sense any living presence.
"Beer and shiny armor! This place has lots of goodies we should try to bring back with us. Of course, we should make sure it's all clear first."
Jorlitharr shouts back. To Olias.
"I'd like to load up what we can and head back to Blasingell when we can. The town needs this food. It might make a few trips, or they'd likely send some people with wagons out to only make it one more. We should take as much as we can carry. We can return better prepared and replenish our hauling capabilities. Duggar can't carry all this food back, let alone the rest of what we've found.
But Featherhoof first. A griffon rider needs her steed. It would be like asking Oleksandr to leave without his staff, Olias without music or Thravum without beer and at least one axe."
Sighanna hears the shouts. She leaves Sam and Rankin at the table, eating, and walks to the doorway.
"Hey there, any sign of Featherhoof? Oh it's surely been days. I'm very worried about him. Or my armor or urgrosh? That weapon belonged to my ancestor Sighanna. I would hate to lose it to this misadventure. I'm happy to help look but I don't want to leave my companions by themselves."
Sighanna hears the shouts. She leaves Sam and Rankin at the table, eating, and walks to the doorway.
"Hey there, any sign of Featherhoof? Oh it's surely been days. I'm very worried about him. Or my armor or urgrosh? That weapon belonged to my ancestor Sighanna. I would hate to lose it to this misadventure. I'm happy to help look but I don't want to leave my companions by themselves."
"I've found a feather, but all of these tunnels are half finished and done by Orc hands, I don't think featherhoof is down them.
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Sighanna says, "Show me where you found the feather!" To Sam and Rankin she says, "Go stay with Thravum and Olias. They will watch over you."
Once at the spot where the feather was found, Sighanna motions for Jorlitharr to be still. She closes her eyes and is unmoving for 1 full minute. Suddenly she lets out a joyous shout. "He's close! I cannot pinpoint his direct location since we are underground but I know he is less than a mile away."
She looks around. "The feather was here, and I see boot tracks are all over here..." She gets closer to the dirt tunnel to the south.
Sighanna talks excitedly. "This tunnel slopes upwards! I feel a slight pull in the air, tugging me into the tunnel. I bet this leads above ground. Boot tracks lead towards us and away, in both directions. I believe Featherhoof is above ground based on my connection with him. Come with me!" she calls to Jorlitharr. "I'd like your help!"
You can attune your senses to determine if any of your allies are nearby. By spending 1 uninterrupted minute in concentration (as if you were concentrating on a spell), you can sense whether any dwarves or griffons are present within 5 miles of you. This feature reveals the numbers of each dwarf and griffon, plus the creatures' general direction and distance (in miles) from you.
Sighanna says, "Show me where you found the feather!" To Sam and Rankin she says, "Go stay with Thravum and Olias. They will watch over you."
Once at the spot where the feather was found, Sighanna motions for Jorlitharr to be still. She closes her eyes and is unmoving for 1 full minute. Suddenly she lets out a joyous shout. "He's close! I cannot pinpoint his direct location since we are underground but I know he is less than a mile away."
She looks around. "The feather was here, and I see boot tracks are all over here..." She gets closer to the dirt tunnel to the south.
[dice=Survival]1d20+3
Sighanna talks excitedly. "This tunnel slopes upwards! I feel a slight pull in the air, tugging me into the tunnel. I bet this leads above ground. Boot tracks lead towards us and away, in both directions. I believe Featherhoof is above ground based on my connection with him. Come with me!" she calls to Jorlitharr. "I'd like your help!"
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Jolitharr watches in fascination and nods while smiling.
Sighanna rushes up the dirt passageway, her burlap sack-like shift flapping. The air clears and suddenly she is out in the open night air.
"Must be around midnight," she says. She takes a deep breath and smiles. Then she jolts back to reality. "Friend, my hippogriff is close. Use what skills you have to find any trace or track of him." She immediately drops to her knees and examines the ground.
Sam and Rankin make their way to you in the dungeon. Rankin looks nervous. "Are--are you hungry? There is fresh food in the room with the fireplace."
Sam asks, "Aren't there any orcs in this orc tunnel?"
Suddenly, as if on cue, Olias and Thravum hear the sound of rough, stomping footsteps that can only be those of orcs tramping past the hallway.
A gruff voice mutters, "Damn guards missing their watch... better be fresh meat left."
Another voice says, "The jail cell is open."
The noises stop.
Sighanna rushes up the dirt passageway, her burlap sack-like shift flapping. The air clears and suddenly she is out in the open night air.
"Must be around midnight," she says. She takes a deep breath and smiles. Then she jolts back to reality. "Friend, my hippogriff is close. Use what skills you have to find any trace or track of him." She immediately drops to her knees and examines the ground.
Jorlitharr looks a bit helpless looking up in the air and around as far as he can see.
"Does your connection with your steed at least discern a direction?"
"South of this door," she replies, still down examining the ground.
"South of this door," she replies, still down examining the ground.
"Does your connection with your steed at least discern a direction?"
You walk south along the edge of a dark, still lake. Reaching the southernmost edge, you see a large lumpy shape on the ground. It looks like a dirty rope net is tightly wrapped around a mass of fur and feathers. A clawed foot sticks out at an odd angle. You also hear slow, grunting breathing.
"Sighanna! Here!"
Jorlitharr jogs to the shape and slows and approaches very carefully speaking in calm dwarven. Jorlitharr is clearly not comfortable with animals but is trying very hard.
"Featherhoof, I am a friend. I'm here to help you. Sighanna is coming."
He slowly reaches under his robes and removes a roll of clean linen bandages, a small flask of distilled water and a needle with heavy thread. He also takes a handful of Florr's fish jerky and tosses it within beak's reach.
Jorlitharr cleans Featherhoof's broken leg carefully. He wraps the bandage rather clumsily but it holds.
Featherhoof makes a soft, piercing cry when he hears Jorlitharr say "Sighanna." He watches the dwarf closely with his beady brown eye. Up close he looks tired, hungry, disheveled but alert. He sniffs the fish jerky hungrily and munches it slowly.
The hippogriff caws in pain as Jorlitharr wraps his damaged leg. He nips at Jorlitharr's wrists as a reflex, drawing a little blood, but goes back to the fish jerky and lets Jorlitharr finish. When Jorlitharr is done wrapping his leg Featherhoof tries to stand. He is able to bear weight on his bandanged leg, but the rope netting around his body keeps him from finding his balance. He struggles and caws again.
Featherhoof makes a soft, piercing cry when he hears Jorlitharr say "Sighanna." He watches the dwarf closely with his beady brown eye. Up close he looks tired, hungry, disheveled but alert. He sniffs the fish jerky hungrily and munches it slowly.
The hippogriff caws in pain as Jorlitharr wraps his damaged leg. He nips at Jorlitharr's wrists as a reflex, drawing a little blood, but goes back to the fish jerky and lets Jorlitharr finish. When Jorlitharr is done wrapping his leg Featherhoof tries to stand. He is able to bear weight on his bandanged leg, but the rope netting around his body keeps him from finding his balance. He struggles and caws again.
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Jorlitharr looks shaken and a bit queazy.
He quickly tries to assess the quickest and most efficient way to remove the tangled netting.
Jorlitharr looks shaken and a bit queazy.
He quickly tries to assess the quickest and most efficient way to remove the tangled netting. [dice=Perception]1d20+5
You believe that you can make a couple cuts in the rope in order to free Featherhoof's wings, then he'd be able to shake the rest of the rope.
Jorlitharr looks shaken and a bit queazy.
He quickly tries to assess the quickest and most efficient way to remove the tangled netting. [dice=Perception]1d20+5
You believe that you can make a couple cuts in the rope in order to free Featherhoof's wings, then he'd be able to shake the rest of the rope.
"It's alright girl, Sighanna is almost here."
He reaches out a tentative hand and rests it on Featherhoof's shoulder. He casts resistance over.
He looks over his stone cutting tools and doesn't find anything that would be appropriate for cutting the thick ropes.
He reaches back out and casts resistance over and over until Sighanna arrives.
Featherhoof keeps his eye on Jorlitharr's hand, occasionally flicking his eye up to Jorlitharr's face. He is more still now; it's almost like he likes having your hand on his shoulder.
Suddenly a shudder runs through his body, rustling his feathers.
He looks at Jorlitharr with a piercing gaze. Then he shakes his head and quickly nuzzles Jorlitharr's pack, sniffing for more jerky.
Featherhoof keeps his eye on Jorlitharr's hand, occasionally flicking his eye up to Jorlitharr's face. He is more still now; it's almost like he likes having your hand on his shoulder.
Suddenly a shudder runs through his body, rustling his feathers.
[dice=Con save]1d20+2+1d4
He looks at Jorlitharr with a piercing gaze. Then he shakes his head and quickly nuzzles Jorlitharr's pack, sniffing for more jerky.
Jorlitharr let's out a yelp and drops his small pouch of snacks.
"Featherhoof! Jorlitharr my friend, you found him!"
Sighanna comes running up, a little slower than usual due to her emaciated form. She kneels and wraps her arms around Featherhoof's neck. He lets out a caw that is obviously happy. She looks over him quickly.
Sighanna turns to Jorlitharr. "You are brave and true to your word. Thank you for reuniting us and helping his wounded leg. I owe you a debt, my friend." She touches him on the shoulder and smiles.
She turns back to Featherhoof and begins to untangle the netting. "This may take me a while," she tells Jorlitharr. "You have done so much for me already that I hate to ask more of you... But I believe you are up for the task. Would you be so kind as to quest again for me? My weapon is an urgrosh, and it belonged to my ancestor Sighanna. I would not like to leave it behind. I do not want to cause a delay, as my friends from the jail cell need to get back to Blasingdell." She looks adoringly at Featherhoof. "I just don't want to leave him alone again." She looks up at Jorlitharr, her face shining.
"Featherhoof! Jorlitharr my friend, you found him!"
Sighanna comes running up, a little slower than usual due to her emaciated form. She kneels and wraps her arms around Featherhoof's neck. He lets out a caw that is obviously happy. She looks over him quickly.
Sighanna turns to Jorlitharr. "You are brave and true to your word. Thank you for reuniting us and helping his wounded leg. I owe you a debt, my friend." She touches him on the shoulder and smiles.
She turns back to Featherhoof and begins to untangle the netting. "This may take me a while," she tells Jorlitharr. "You have done so much for me already that I hate to ask more of you... But I believe you are up for the task. Would you be so kind as to quest again for me? My weapon is an urgrosh, and it belonged to my ancestor Sighanna. I would not like to leave it behind. I do not want to cause a delay, as my friends from the jail cell need to get back to Blasingdell." She looks adoringly at Featherhoof. "I just don't want to leave him alone again." She looks up at Jorlitharr, her face shining.
He nods with a satisfied grin.
He jogs back into the mountain calling out to his companions.
"You guys find the rest of the her stuff and pack up food? We should be heading out soon."
"You guys find the rest of the her stuff and pack up food? We should be heading out soon."
Oleksandr holds his finger over his lips hushing Thravum, Olias, et all.
In a hushed whisper,
"Stay quiet, we may be able to get a jump on the remaining orcs."
"You guys find the rest of the her stuff and pack up food? We should be heading out soon."
Jorlithar's call is met with silence.
Myra flits down the tunnel and lands at his feet."Company," she says with a squawk.
Oleksandr prepares his Orc disguise once again.
"Thravum, Olias, I'm going into the kitchen to berate these guards. I'm going to try to send them Dusty's way. When that happens I need you to quickly be on their heels for support."
He looks at the other two
"If you can fight we can use your help, if not stay out of the way."
He walks down the hallway towards the kitchen shouting,
"WHO LET THE PRISONERS OUT OF THE CELL? I WILL SERVE THEIR HEADS TO THE GREAT ULFE!!"