"Andrei, do you need a moment?" Stated with wonder and cocking his head to the side while looking at him.
Andrei cocks his head..to realize a small dragon is talking to him. Trying to keep his composure, the cleric brushes off the comment.
"Ăye em fîne, țhânk you."
Lilianne was military and having spent time outside meeting with Blaze, she had come into the room after introductions and a military woman does not sit at a prospective commander's table unless invited. At Ethos' nod and permission, she will sit and have her bread.
She cannot tell the value of such items on the table, but given that the bread tastes so good, she will move to grab some fresh fruits and other delectables. She's always been one for sweets, so she will snag some of them and a bunch of green grapes.
Her eyes gaze over the pseudodragon as it speaks and is unsure what to make of it, but she is marveled that such a beast is in her presence. She will pull her plate back to give the wandering cat-like dragon space to move and even stop if it so wishes in front of her.
Blaze displays her powers and Lili thinks to herself, "She is far more healthy than last time I saw her. I'm glad. She was so ill...Scary though. I'd hate to be on her bad side."
"We should consider pooling resources to purchase a wagon. It would be nice to have, and horses. Maybe some oxen for heavy loads, chickens for eggs, and some goats for milk and food. We also have to consider travel expenses and...well...I'm not an engineer, so I'm not so accustomed to outpost building, but a camp we can work on."
She will take a delicate bite of a grape as she looks from the dragon to Andrei briefly and then to Baahir to see how he has taken the news of her being the old woman. With his rebuke and calming, she will look back to Andrei to search him in silence.
"We should consider pooling resources to purchase a wagon. It would be nice to have, and horses. Maybe some oxen for heavy loads, chickens for eggs, and some goats for milk and food. We also have to consider travel expenses and...well...I'm not an engineer, so I'm not so accustomed to outpost building, but a camp we can work on."
Andrei looks up when the subject of wagons in broached. "Âș â vârîșîân, Î would hăve țo âgree wîțh.. Lîlîănne." Speaking her new name, or real name felt laborious. "Eff we înțend țo forge ă ouțpoșț en dă fronțîer, we șhall elșo need ăxes ănd șăwș țo cleăr lănd țo buîld on. Ând hopefully noț ănger ăny locăl fey or druîds."
Andrei caught Lilianne's gaze again. I hope this meeting ends soon. I need to talk with her. Be with her.
Ethos waves his hands in a circular way as mist forms and then solidifies into a mirror of somekind.
With a quiet chuckle, she will respond to Andrei in Varisian.
This comment seems to incite something in the woman who had been reserved up until now. A bright smile spreads over her lips and a faint rosy hue spreads to her cheeks. Ethos seems to do something with his hands which draws the smile, brief as it was, closed.
"We literally drop you into the land, here is an example of a venture captains power in the Order of the Crimson Knights of Black Blades."
Some of you might see another mirror forming on the ground next to Lillyanne. With the dragon finished with the statement the dragon runs along the table and into the portal next to Ethos. Out he pops from the one on the ground up to Lillyanne's face with the attained speed and then lightly lands on her lap.
He then jumps back onto the table saying, "Make a list of what you need and we will transport it to you there. Upon the pedestal behind you is your commission to clear the area of goblins. Also there is a tabard of the Order. If there are no other questions the forest awaits... Your mounts will ti follow shortly in an hour or so."
At that said Ethos makes a portal on the wall behind him as he concentrates on it beads of sweat begin to form.
Lili..Callie's little joke left Andrei's world reeling, as the varisian saw another thing he'd thought he may never see again: Callie's smile. It felt like a beautiful spike was driven through his heart. How long is this damned meeting suppose to take?!! The caydenite smiled back, despite himself.
At that said Ethos makes a portal on the wall behind him as he concentrates on it beads of sweat begin to form.
As Ethos makes his portal and orders, Andrei stammers, "Wâît! Wăț ef we hâve bușîneșș stîll en țown? We âre ţo leâve rîghț now?!"
"Yup! Grab your gear and GO GO GO!" He commands.
Andrei looks incredulous at Ethos, then looks to Ellianne. "Vhât âre you doîng?"
"Questions? Of course there are more! Does this commission have a dossier on the local area? Or are we all jumping through an unknown portal after a light meal with strangers? Is there a return portal?" Baahir also looks among them with a look of bewilderment.
They have information on witches back home. I need that but this seems dangerous. his brow furrows as he processes his thoughts. He starts writing down general supplies without knowing the specifics of the area, in case the others start heading through the portal.
He wraps some of the dried goods on the table into parchment and puts them in his bag.
As the dragon lands in her lap, she will instinctively pet it like a cat, but then will recoil her hand at the feeling of it and the fact it is not a cat. As it leaves her, the portal remains open and Andrei asks her what she is going to do. She stands. It is not uncommon to be thrust into dangerous situations at a moment's notice in among the Lion's and many times before she's been asked to survive to prove herself. In her mind, that is what this is, and without a moment's hesitation or word as to what she is doing, she grabs her gear, the required items, and will jump in as instructed.
Andrei screams as his love jumps through a portal to nowhere.
Pounding his fists in the table, the caydenite quickly takes off his haversack and begins to quickly shove unopened bottles of wine and spirits into it, cursing in Varisian.
Suddenly, from the place where his silver holy symbol meets his sternum, a voice rings out only to Andrei. LOVE MAKES YOU DO CRAZY THINGS, COPILUL.
Startled, but still angry, the cleric put his haversack back on, grabbed the tabard and tribute from the pedestal behind him, and runs into the portal after his lady.
Aramyros observes the dragon and the nervous people in the room with silent amusement. He won't be ordered around by noone and moves on his own pace.
"It is agreed then. We will meet here again in a bit, after we collected our belongings. I will among other thigns bring my own horse. I won't go without it. But of course, you knew that already. You have spied on us for a long time obviously."
Aramyros returned to the tavern, but this time on horseback and with the sagglebags full of his belongings. He rides around to the back and gets in to the room where he had left the rest of the party. Quietly and cautiously he grabs his new armor and weapon and thoroughly packs it onto Felice.
"We're good to go."
"Thorn, this is your first time here. You are not in the Order yet. Sorry, time flows differently for him, hopefully to our benefit." The dragon says quickly.
In sylvan
"Ahhh figures." the half elf speaks to himself slipping into his natural language as helps himself to more meat and vegetable."That explains the smaller room and people in here. I got shunted again."
Having all his items on him or garbed in already, the man stands grabbing the remaining bottles of wine and stoppered jars of various beverages. He heads towards the portal and pauses.
Clearly he's no stranger to them.
Of course that is after both Andrei and Lilianne jumped in. Funny thing was he recalled those two were inseparable but he already knew that he was in a different time and place once more. In fact seems like he could redo things yet again.
Watching Baahir frantically scribbling, he waits for Aramyros to rejoin them. The taciturn man acts the same way he does in his memories.
Once they're clearly ready to walk into the portal once more, he joins in too though while waiting for Aramyros to return, most of the meal has either found their way into his packs or his belly.
The portal though seems to hold up pretty well as if it was being propped just waiting for the right moment to snap shut and send everyone else tumbling.
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Blaze grimaced and hissed, pulling the air through her clenched white teeth as Callie leaped through the portal without a word. And then stared in surprise as the Varisian wailed her name. It seemed she was not the only one who knew 'Callie' before this meeting.
'No, not her name,' she reminded herself, the girl had admitted to many names and still she doubted if she had yet shared her real one. These were strange people she had found herself thrown in with in the course of a single meal. But no less strange than herself, she supposed.
Her fate now decided, she drained her fourth glass of wine before rising and walked to the pedestal holding her commission and reached up to unfasten the buckles of the worn leather armor she had arrived in. She simply turned her back to the remaining males in the room and used hands and tail with equal dexterity as she disrobed, revealing skin that was crisscrossed with so many knife scars she looked like a roadmap. On her left side the burns flowed down her neck and over her shoulder, nearly to her elbow. The flesh there looking at if it had run like melted wax before solidifying misshapen. She lifted the undergarment for the armor, a short black kimono, and slipped into it, noting the delicious feeling of the silk against her marred skin. It was cool at first, but then warmed almost immediately. Delicate embroidery of red flames decorated the cuffs and hem. She then donned the rest of the Tatami-do armor and helm and tested it for ease of movement. She smiled, pleasantly surprised at how well the gift met her needs. She finished it off with the tabard and afixed her spiked mithral shield to her arm.
She lifted her pack and walked over to Ethos. "One question more... What are you?" she asked him bluntly. She had never seen any sort being with his crystalline features. Tieflings could have a variety of appearances, she was learning, but Ethos seemed something altogether different.
Once she had her answer, even if she didn't understand it, she approached the portal and summoned her weapon. A red blade materializes above her hand, which she holds as if gripping an unseen pommel. Giving a last brief nod to anyone still in the room, she readies her stance and steps through.
Baahir looks flustered as a woman begins to disrobe in the room, he quickly unwrapped his scarf to drape around his arm as some sort of veil.
"Certainly there were other rooms to change! Let me assist you at least so you aren't exposed." he sighs with exasperation, however he did wonder what the plethora of scars he spotted could have come from. Regardless, more of these people are choosing to step through the portal into the unknown. He had come to far and heard too much to not chase this curiosity.
After helping Blaze, he works to prepare himself as well, stowing the tabard to be adjusted to his needs on the other side. First, he dons the bronze mask that covers the most severe burns across his jaw and wraps the scarf back around his head. His golden chain armor has a azure cloth window that he tears away to reveal his own scars...burns that peeled up like islands erupting along fault lines forming the Ankh of Sarenrae across his sternum. With his divine symbol presented he takes his scimitar into his hand, ornately carved channels begin to glow, and he steps up with Blaze and the others.
"Whatever happens to be on the other side of this portal, I will aid you."
Nazetoz enjoys the food and wine together with the others, but not for long as they are soon called to action. Finishing up his glass, he stands up and moves over to the pedestal. There he quickly gets into the new mithral chain shirt displayed there. "This is exquisite work. It's chain made of the finest mitral. It'll work excellent alongside my fighting style. Thank you for these boons, they will be invaluable."
He glances over at Blaze. "I would have helped you, but seems like you already got someone to help you. It's good that they are outfitting us with armor well suited to our different capabilities."
Once done he'll wait for the others and help out Baahir and Blaze before stepping through alongside them.
Baahir looks flustered as a woman begins to disrobe in the room, he quickly unwrapped his scarf to drape around his arm as some sort of veil.
"Certainly there were other rooms to change! Let me assist you at least so you aren't exposed." he sighs with exasperation, however he did wonder what the plethora of scars he spotted could have come from. Regardless, more of these people are choosing to step through the portal into the unknown. He had come to far and heard too much to not chase this curiosity.
She turns her head to look over her right shoulder, showing him her mostly intact profile as she paused in the act of dressing.
"Why go other room? Armor is here. I here. Portal is here." She seemed to have no sense of modesty or propriety at all. Then, she seemed concerned as she tried to think how to phrase her thoughts in Taldane. "Skin is... shaming in your land? That is why you... all cover?" she said gesturing with both hand and tail to his cloth wrappings and mask.After helping Blaze, he works to prepare himself as well, stowing the tabard to be adjusted to his needs on the other side. First, he dons the bronze mask that covers the most severe burns across his jaw and wraps the scarf back around his head. His golden chain armor has a azure cloth window that he tears away to reveal his own scars...burns that peeled up like islands erupting along fault lines forming the Ankh of Sarenrae across his sternum. With his divine symbol presented he takes his scimitar into his hand, ornately carved channels begin to glow, and he steps up with Blaze and the others.
"Whatever happens to be on the other side of this portal, I will aid you."
He glances over at Blaze. "I would have helped you, but seems like you already got someone to help you. It's good that they are outfitting us with armor well suited to our different capabilities."
Once done he'll wait for the others and help out Baahir and Blaze before stepping through alongside them.
Blaze nodded to them both. "Thank you. It.." she said, gesturing to her new armor. "...is many more buckles and things. Must get more used to... using." she said, her pale cheeks heating, knowing her grasp of Taldane was failing her.
"Questions? Of course there are more! Does this commission have a dossier on the local area? Or are we all jumping through an unknown portal after a light meal with strangers? Is there a return portal?" Baahir also looks among them with a look of bewilderment.
They have information on witches back home. I need that but this seems dangerous. his brow furrows as he processes his thoughts. He starts writing down general supplies without knowing the specifics of the area, in case the others start heading through the portal.
He wraps some of the dried goods on the table into parchment and puts them in his bag.
The dragon nods and Ethos pulls out a satchel, offering it up to Baahir. He offers, "The next portal will likely be in a few days to get a list of what you need. A small one."
Aramyros observes the dragon and the nervous people in the room with silent amusement. He won't be ordered around by noone and moves on his own pace.
"It is agreed then. We will meet here again in a bit, after we collected our belongings. I will among other thigns bring my own horse. I won't go without it. But of course, you knew that already. You have spied on us for a long time obviously."
Aramyros returned to the tavern, but this time on horseback and with the sagglebags full of his belongings. He rides around to the back and gets in to the room where he had left the rest of the party. Quietly and cautiously he grabs his new armor and weapon and thoroughly packs it onto Felice.
"We're good to go."
Upon entering the room you see it is not the same. There are only six regular wooden chairs and a small table. Then you realize the room is smaller too. No pedestals, no gear, no Ethos.
She lifted her pack and walked over to Ethos. "One question more... What are you?" she asked him bluntly. She had never seen any sort being with his crystalline features. Tieflings could have a variety of appearances, she was learning, but Ethos seemed something altogether different.
He smiles at you and bluntly says, "I am an Arcadian, a Metafolk from the stars above. From a planet called Pandora."
Going through the portal you see that you are in a large clearing. Looking around you can see a wooden lookout tower. Several crates are below the tower.
"Not necessarily, these coverings are protection from the sun or in my case to hide my own scars. I was just...taken by surprise." he says rather embarrassed.
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The travel through portals and the other side left Baahir pleasantly surprised.
"It seems not all of us came through. Is everyone well? If we get injured my inner flame can provide succor." he asks the group after the portal closes behind them.
The changeling cleric nearly lands on the caydenite as he exits the portal. Andrei landed face-first into mossy, uneven ground. Baahir was nice enough to offer a hand up. Spitting aged moss from his mouth, Andrei sputters, "Well. Ât leâsț we don'ț hâv to buîld dâ ouțpoșț from șcrâțch. Wait! Where îz Câllîe?!"
Lilianne is the first one through. Sound distorts what she could swear is her name as she travels through it, but a moment later she is in a green clearing. With the silenced sounds of nature at her arrival. Forest lines the clearing around them and her half-elven eyes scan the surround.
A tree nearby with easy branches to climb will provide cover for her and give an eye over the arrival of the group as they come through. There, not 15 feet from the ground, she sits on a low branch on overwatch. She can just proceed to the tower but wishes to do that as a group.
Lilianne will quietly chuckle to herself on seeing Andrei fall face-first through the portal with the clinking of wine bottles resounding as he falls. "Aww...how does he even survive?" she will whisper to herself as she pities him.
At his calling out, she will pluck a nut from the tree and toss it at his head. A playful look is on her face as she smiles again at him from the branch. Her eyes then go back onto overwatch to make sure the coast is clear.
As others come through finally, she will climb down and suggest, "I'm sure the others will be along shortly. We should check out the crates and what they have in mind here...Who wishes to lead us there?"
She will linger near to Andrei with a nervously cute look on her face. There she will await her punishment. Her stance is one balanced, with a leg crossed in front of the other and her hands clasped in front of her in submission.
Ow.
A nut bounces off Andrei's head. Looking up, the cleric sees Callie and smiles. Of course, the half-elf would be in a tree.
Andrei walks up to the new Lilianne and takes her hands in his. The caydenite brings the half-elf's hands up to his lip and kisses them. "Do noţ go jumpîng înțo sţrânge men'ş porţâlş!" Anderi chided, in a relieved way.
Going through the portal Acharn deftly sidesteps the tumbling men. He grabs hold of Blaze's arm to help her avoid them as well. "Fooling around in the grass is not the best start to this mission." He remarks dryly.
Acharn smiles as he sees the crates. "It's indeed good to see they have put a bit more thought to this than our rapid departure would suggest. The portal they sent us through was interesting. I hope I can learn some from the magic they obviously possess. I agree that we should go investigate the crates." He moves over to check them out.
"Not necessarily, these coverings are protection from the sun or in my case to hide my own scars. I was just...taken by surprise." he says rather embarrassed.
She simply nodded. "Sun no burn my skin. I burn within." She said, putting hand to heart over the black silk kimono. And then continued dressing.
---Going through the portalAcharnNazetoz deftly sidesteps the tumbling men. He grabs hold of Blaze's arm to help her avoid them as well. "Fooling around in the grass is not the best start to this mission." He remarks dryly.
Blaze looked down at his hand on her arm, then her glowing golden gaze lifted up to his eyes. "Careful. You do no want to touch blade by mistake."
The travel through portals and the other side left Baahir pleasantly surprised.
"It seems not all of us came through. Is everyone well? If we get injured my inner flame can provide succor." he asks the group after the portal closes behind them.
Once it was clear there was no threat, Blaze released her flame blade and turned to look at Baahir quizzically, her face took on that concerned, thoughtful expression as she worked out how to say what she wished in Taldane. "You say, 'Healing Flame"... your flame is healing? My flame... only burns. Even me." She leaned closer taking a much longer look at his holy scar than before.
"You do this?" She said, gesturing to the symbol burned on his chest. She did not touch, knowing well herself that sensation could be twisted in thick scar tissue. "I do these." She said, swishing her tail around her body and into her hands, indicating the artistic branding. It looks to have been made one searing stroke after another and depicted things like the outline of flames, thorns, and fanciful swirls and scrolls. ╰☆╮❃ ☙❦❧ ❅
AcharnNazetoz smiles as he sees the crates. "It's indeed good to see they have put a bit more thought to this than our rapid departure would suggest. The portal they sent us through was interesting. I hope I can learn some from the magic they obviously possess. I agree that we should go investigate the crates." He moves over to check them out.
She nodded as she made her way to the crates as well to help open them and see what they have there to set up camp.
"Maybe there is Fire-Whiskey!" she exclaimed with a rare grin.
"Lead the way," she will voice to Blaze and the newcomer. She doesn't know him but also doesn't know many people there. She will remain back just a few moments to speak with Andrei before catching up. Andrei takes her hands, and as he kisses them, her lips part ever so slightly. Lilianne takes in a bit of a silent breath as if she perhaps was not expecting the reaction, despite his jovial nature. Did he not hate her?
In a quieter voice to Andrei, she will speak to him softly in Varisian.
Her tough exterior melts in his hands. Strangely, at the same time, one can not accuse her of taking her eye off the ball. Although her attentions are on the man in front of her, she is still receptive to their surroundings and is watching the treeline as far as she can see.
"I cannot be sure if you hate me or not. I know I gave you numerous reasons to do so. I knew that if you truly did, you would be free to walk away with me jumping into the portal." She will shake her head in disbelief, "I'm sorry...sorry for lying. I'm sorry for disappearing suddenly." "Did it even bother you that I was gone?" She will pull back one of her hands and will half-turn to face the crates as if indicating that he walk with her there. She doesn't know the new elf at all and wants to watch his actions, not that she has reasons to distrust someone who, according to this group, should be good.
"Oh sh**. I should have considered this." He quickly leaves the room, runs around the tavern and enters the same way as he did earlier this evening, when he was escorted by Ethos.
"I cannot be sure if you hate me or not. I know I gave you numerous reasons to do so. I knew that if you truly did, you would be free to walk away with me jumping into the portal." She will shake her head in disbelief, "I'm sorry...sorry for lying. I'm sorry for disappearing suddenly." "Did it even bother you that I was gone?" She will pull back one of her hands and will half-turn to face the crates as if indicating that he walk with her there. She doesn't know the new elf at all and wants to watch his actions, not that she has reasons to distrust someone who, according to this group, should be good.
Andrei walked side-by-side with Lilianne, speaking in low varisian
Thorn Watches as the portal closes and the room loses its enchantments and still no Aramyros as he waits.
The woman changing was interesting with all her unique body markings. Wonder why she asked about showing skin. Hasn't she met fauns? They show skin all the time. With Baahir helping and Nazetoz lending a hand, the trio steps into the portal as well and he reminisces the time the trio of them facing off the goblins but like most of his adventures, he's alone. He remembers but not them. Not yet anyway and that's perhaps the most wrenching of his existance.
He's sure that Ethos knows. He remembered the Arcadian telling him so.
Shaking himself out of the beginning spiral, he looks up to see no Aramyros.
Wait. It didn't start out like this did it? Was this another of those changes?
Thorn finds himself with Ethos in the stables.
"Well. Now this is interesting. Do you have enough portal energy to send us through?" Thorn asks Ethos.
Waiting a while longer as Ethos and Thorn waits in awkward silence, Aramyros seemed to have being taking his time. Which wasn't long at all....only about a minute of so.
"Perhaps" Thorn briefly comments.
"Someone should fetch the Aramyros here? The stables uhhh are large."
Nazetoz smiles down at the scarred woman. "That's an impressive blade. I'm really curious how it works. I can do something similar with my scimitar, wreath it in frost, but I can't yet do fire. It's also only surrounding the blade, not turning it all into elemental force. I've heard that it'll be possible to do that if I forge a stronger connection with the blade though. Perhaps by studying your technique I can better work out how to do that."
"Oh sh**. I should have considered this." He quickly leaves the room, runs around the tavern and enters the same way as he did earlier this evening, when he was escorted by Ethos.
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He looks up as he was looking down into the ground as he was making symbols with a stick. He solemnly says to Thorn, "He will get here when he gets here. You are welcome to do as you wish. We will see if I have enough energy when he gets here."
Nazetoz smiles down at the scarred woman. "That's an impressive blade. I'm really curious how it works. I can do something similar with my scimitar, wreath it in frost, but I can't yet do fire. It's also only surrounding the blade, not turning it all into elemental force. I've heard that it'll be possible to do that if I forge a stronger connection with the blade though. Perhaps by studying your technique I can better work out how to do that."
Blaze smiled in return, tilting her head so that her hair fell to conceal the worst of her burns. "It looks like blade, but is flame. In shape of blade. Flame come from fire that burn within. My wishes..." She stops, searching for better words. "My will gives the form." She explained, again feeling frustrated by her language barrier.
She made a gesture, miming for him to draw the sword and hold it out for her to see. She had helped forge swords in her days with Pater and she knew a well forged weapon when she saw one. She admired the clean lines of it and nodded approvingly. "You have the black blade. The Black Blade in the name... Knights of the Black Blade. Yes?"
Finally, she turned her attention back to the crates. "Pry-bar?" She asked.
The crates open for Blaze easily. Within the first crate you see saws, hammers, nails, pails, and many woodcrafting tools. In the second crate you find 5 healers kits, 10 climbing kits, and 40 rations. In the third crate you find 2 quarrels of bolts, 2 quivers of arrows, 4 bear traps, 2 survival kits, and 2 hunters kits. 4 tents. In the first barrel is salt. In the second barrel is ale. The last barrel is open and holds water.
As you get through the last few vessels you see a portal open up again. Thorn, a horse, and Aramyros exit
Thorn sets about building a straw castle as he waits till Aramyros arrives and Ethos opens up yet another portal.
With that done, he walks into the portal with the ease of a man going on a journey once more.
An instant as he views the clearing with crates and the rest of the team examining their contents.
(Common, Taldane)
"Heya, Here we are and ready to build our fort." he exclaims cheerfully.
Varisian is not her fluent tongue. While she knows what he says, his fluent tongue is emotional and quiet. Certain she heard him right, she thinks to herself as they walk.
His words cut like glass for reasons that are her own. Her cheeks tighten and she folds her lips tightly inward to keep from getting emotional. Kindly she will look over to him.
"Always."
What had her actions done to him? Without crying, she focuses on the forward task of finding out what is in the crates.
She gets busy by helping carry the lid out of the way for Blaze. Peering inside, it seems like structural building tools, some kits and food. There is some ammo inside for bows and crossbows, but she has neither.
"Does anyone else see that ring there? There...in the dirt."
For those who cannot see it, she will use her boot to push aside the dirt covering it. Her soles make an all too familiar wooden scraping noise. Seeing the swollen wood on the side, she'll let, the clearly stronger, Blaze give it a try first.
The second the portal will open, she will notice and will wave over the others. Among them, she sees her pack animal. Clearly the venture captain had done his research on Lili.
Breaking off from Callie, Andrei also inspected the crate contents. The healer nodded with approval over the multiple healing kits. But where to put it all.
"Âye șhăll înșpec dâ buîldînk. Măy ît be ăș șolîd âș îț lookș", Andrei notifies the other.
As Blaze does a mental inventory, she scratches at her burned jaw in consternation. 'They want us to build the outpost... from the ground up.' she thought to herself with dismay.
"Mebbe we hire builders?" She suggested.
"Does anyone else see that ring there? There...in the dirt."
"Where?" Once pointed out she will help clear away the dirt.
Once she realizes it is some kind of door, Blaze grasps the ring and pulls, but loses her grip before she can gain proper leverage. She plopped down hard in the loose dirt, sending up a plume of dust.
But she refused to be beaten by a door. If this was a basement, they would likely need access to store their supplies. She stood up, dusted herself off and with an angry flick of her tail, she tried again.
She felt the door starting to lift, but couldn't quite get it over the apex. "Little help, mebbe? She asked in a strained voice.
"I'm not sure there will be builders out here. I have no idea where in Golarion he put us, but if there are goblin forces nearby, I'm wondering if we are in the middle of nowhere?" Surely an army or militia would be risen if they were close to a sizeable town.
To Andrei, she asks him, "Can you bring some of those arrows and bolts up there with you?" After all, it is a tower.
"Sure," she will respond to Blaze, and seeing that she is right there, she will reach down and with one hand pull on the ring, on the other, she will help Blaze pull backward by pulling her shoulder back in a form of leverage. Now if only she can keep her grip!
After taking a cursory look at the tower, Andrei comes back out at Callie's request. The varisian begins to lug the arrow and bolt sets into the tower.
When Aramyros arrives together with Thorn and the tools the others were already waiting and investigating the area. "Sorry for being late, but look what I brought." He says to the group, precenting the crates as if they were gifts and smiling.
From up his stead he can't make out, what Lilianne had found. "Do you need my help? Otherwise I'll make a quick round and check the area for hostiles." Together with Blaze the two women are able to open some hidden cellar and his strong hand is not needed for now.
"On we go, Felice!" Aramyros rides out of sight looking carefully into the undergrowth:
(Common,Taldane)
"I'll have a look see look see around and tell you what I found." the fat man sings as he moves into the foliage.
"If there be goblins, then mishaps with some warning before robbing." he continues merrily.
He seems to bumble around as he makes his way through the undergrowth as one unused to the wilds. Not a very inspiring sight.
Baahir walks along with the others to inspect the crates and tries to help with the door, but struggles himself.
"I may just get in the way if I put my own strength to the test but let me stoke your flame, instead." he says placing one hand on his chest and another on the shoulder of Blaze.
Yet, they seemed to be doing fine without any divine help so he begins to help bring anything else inside.
In the immediate area you see a few trails that lead into the forest, three decent ones but nothing man made. You see that hills take height from your position as trees block your vision in all directions. You see deer here and there. Four groups ranging in size from 2 to 6. You see several hawks circle above. At the far side of the clearing you see a small pool of water.
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"Does anyone else see that ring there? There...in the dirt."
For those who cannot see it, she will use her boot to push aside the dirt covering it. Her soles make an all too familiar wooden scraping noise. Seeing the swollen wood on the side, she'll let, the clearly stronger, Blaze give it a try first.
As eventually you will get it open you see a hole with a sturdy looking wooden ladder. Down 12 feet and you find a stone floor. Looking around you see that stone is all around. It appears to be a simple room of 20 by 30 feet. You also find a bed and a chest.
Opening it you find 40 clearly marked potions, 2 wands of cure light, and an eternal wand of fireball.
The scout tower is a very simple wooden structure. It is 20 feet tall. It has short walls all around the base and the top. A sturdy ladder let's you climb up to the top from within. A spyglass is set on a tripod. Looking through the spyglass you can see some makeshift huts and goblins being lazy.
"No no good Baahir, any help is appreciated. I'm not as strong as Blaze here."
She will chuckle to Aramyros and will say, "I don't think we can fit even a tiny bit of your hand. Feel free to patrol!" The response is a delightful one. Her heart seems to be soaring at the moment and it reflects in her sweet tones.
The wood creaks past its swollen edges and gives way. Peering down into the hole, she can see the room in its entirety, even if it is dark ().
"There is a bed. A chest. Someone should carefully check for traps. If someone is not specialized in doing so, I have limited experience in the matter."
She will stand and rub her sore hands, slightly scuffed by the rough-hewn metal. Her eyes will trace upward to the tower and if no-one stands up to take up the flame of checking the room for traps, she will. If someone does, she will head up the tower to see what Andrei sees.
With the others patrolling the forest, she is sure the singing will scare off the deer for some time, as will the horse, but her elf eyes, fortunately, didn't see any goblins.