Lol, sorry did not put Urt and Urtnechech together! You hear something coming toward you in the dark. It is big.
Mitleid prepares his bow and arrow and casts barkskin on himself.
Grumbling, the dwarf dons his armor.
Also grumbling, so does the human.
It will take you 10 rounds to don plate armor. In the meantime a 9' tall humanoid with a huge belly is approaching the camp! Looks like a giant.
Tobold's head snaps to Urt and says "That doesn't sound friendly! I'll start waking up everyone." He moves to Bharaz and shakes him awake "We've got trouble coming. Get up quick!" He then moves toward Cayugo
So Tolbold shouts to wake the camp. Unless you roll a 1 on perception you are awake all. What is everyone else doing that is not donning armor?
Úrtnechech will ready his bow, and shouts: "Giant coming our way."
As he readies his bow, he walks over to Boram and gives him a nudge with is boot.
"Wake up, you! Otherwise the giant will scarf down your pies and ale!"
"Did someone mention ale?", comes a booming voice from the darkness.
Mitleid chips in and smiles.
"Ale sounds good, by the way!"
"Best not to promise ale if we don't have any." Tolbold says to Urt
sure, hastily
{b]"No ale?"[/b] A giant about 9' tall with a huge barrelled chest appears in sight of those with darkvision and in dim light of others. He seems to be carrying something.
"Why, hello!" Cayugo calls cheerily to their new giant friend. "I fear I've none. More's the pity. There is fresh water, though, and I've some rations to share." Cayugo stokes the fire, looking even shorter than usual in comparison to the towering newcomer. "We're traveling by," he says, as though it needs explanation. "And what brings you out and about, my giant friend?"
Úrtnechech tries seeing if he recognizes what the giant is carrying
He produces a small barrel from a sack. "Who said there is no ale?" He says with a big grin:)
Looking at the cask Mitleid face splits into a toothy grin.
"I will start to like you!"
Cayugo smiles to himself. His gamble at civility had paid off. Ever the optimist, he's learned to not go looking for trouble--it finds you often enough on its own.
"I'm Cayguo, faithful of the Dame! Boram, Urt,Tolbold, Bharaz, Mitleid...My bird, Tik." He introduces them all. "And who might you be?"
"I am Wagir, brewer of beer:)"
Not trusting the giant one bit, the dwarf continues to hastily don his breastplate.
"Brewers are a distinguished profession, I applaud you! What brings you upon this road in the dead of night? Have you come to share our company?"
"I saw the fire and thought I could warm myself by it in exchange for some brew.
"I am feeling a bit thirsty, myself."
Mitleid moves a bit aside and pats the place.
"Warmth for ale. That is a trade I gladly do. Also, it is good to see a non homicidacal maniac in this area for a change!"
Boram looks skeptically at the giant, then at his associates.
[dice=sense motive]1d20+2
He seems genuine enough. He has no weapons.
Silently the dwarf sat, quiet and without drinking. He feared poison or other trickery.
Cayugo smiles. The giant has given them no reason to distrust him.
Yet it seems odd to travel the night road with a cask of ale. Alone...
"And how many friends are traveling with you?" he asks, motioning into the darkness beyond the light of their timid fire.
Mitleid moves a bit aside and pats the place.
"Warmth for ale. That is a trade I gladly do. Also, it is good to see a non homicidacal maniac in this area for a change!"
"What can you tell us about these parts, Wagir?
"You're about the only person we've seen 'round here."
[b]"I am from the hills, but there is not a lot of people in these parts. Just the usual dangers, orcs, ogres and such.[/ooc]
"I am from the hills, but there is not a lot of people in these parts. Just the usual dangers, orcs, ogres and such.
"Aye? I'm sure you've many stories of adventures you've had here. Regale us with one, master brewgiant!"
"Snakes are the nastiest thing we met here so far.
"But I'm sure we will meet worse before we're done."
Eventually, the party arrives in Shieldfane a small city just on the edge of the mountains where you can resupply before crossing the mountains and then on to your destination.
Cayugo soon takes to the streets, searching for a temple or place of worship for Dame Torren, but also asking about the known dangers of the nearby mountains.
Bharaz joined the cleric. Not only was he interested in seeing what holy places the city had to offer, but he had to agree that finding out said information would be advantageous. He helped as he could.
Looking around for some supplies Ulfgard smiles at the gawkers and moves from stand to stand.