"I don't know much about woodcraft, but you don't hide a trail of bunch of untrained soldiers in heavy armor." Varis grumbles
"I know some tricks," Ahto says. "Go on ahead."
Making perception checks.
This is to check if you notice the spectral minions. Which I'm happy to say that four of you notice them.
”Eyes up! Incoming from the forest…difficult to make out what it is. Circle around Goldmoon! We need to keep her from harm I think!”
He then moves to intercept the closest to him and the golden haired woman, but not attacking yet.
"Anyone know how to fight ghosts?" Ahto asks, as he moves to interpose himself between Goldmoon and the approaching spirits. He points his crossbow at them, not knowing what else to do.
know arcana to see if he knows about spectral minions.
Varis thinks on various religious texts he read from time when gods walked this world. When undead were real treath.
1d20+13 know arcana to see if he knows about spectral minions.
Both Varis and Lyzannder know about them. You do know that they didn't fulfill a geas that was over them, so they haunt the area beyond death.
No. Not as long as you do not harm the forest or take anything from it.
Yeah, sounds like a plan.
Yes they are. Do you have the Speak with Dead spell that Raistlin had?
Sighing and knowing that this might turn ugly, the White Robe moves to the front of the line between the two groups.
I am Lyzander of the Order of the White Robes and bearer of the Staff of Magius! As he says this he activates the Staff SHIRAK! as the light in the golden dragon claw erupts in light.
We have no quarrel here with the guardians of the forest. We flee goblins who are in search of a Blue Crystal Staff, which we have in our possession. We are told it belongs to one of the True Gods of old. We come here to keep the staff from falling into evil hands!
Sighing and knowing that this might turn ugly, the White Robe moves to the front of the line between the two groups.
I am Lyzander of the Order of the White Robes and bearer of the Staff of Magius! As he says this he activates the Staff SHIRAK! as the light in the golden dragon claw erupts in light.
We have no quarrel here with the guardians of the forest. We flee goblins who are in search of a Blue Crystal Staff, which we have in our possession. We are told it belongs to one of the True Gods of old. We come here to keep the staff from falling into evil hands!
One of them speaks, probably the leader. "We will let you pass."
Nodding to Lyzander in amazed thanks, Drakkor signals Riverwind to lead the way and find the quickest path out of the specters' area.
"Quickly...we must go NOW."
"Nice! And all that with light attitude, eh?"
Varis joking?
He passes the wizard, but stops a bit further on and waits again for everyone to pass him by.
"I'm keeping our backs safe. Or you can put me forward, but I'm more likely to cause an ambush with stomping through the forest."
Let's put some distance between us and the pursuers.
Kellandra tries to guide the group out of the woods
Ahto hurries along with the group, but keeps his crossbow loaded and in-hand, in case of trouble.
After about thirty minutes, you see a centaur. Not one, but three. "Hold! We've been expecting you," says one.
Ahto sizes up the centaurs, looking for indications of deception in their stance, as well as the speaker's voice.
Ahto sizes up the centaurs, looking for indications of deception in their stance, as well as the speaker's voice.
[dice=Sense Motive]1d20+10
I'd say you were impressed by them.
Drakkor raises his hands to show no intent to fight, dropping his driftwood staff on the ground.
"Holding? Not a problem. But...you were expecting US? How? Even we were not sure which way to go until we had no other choices. This is turning out to be a spectacularly odd day indeed!"
Hearing the centaurs, the White Robe looks up from his thoughts. He gets a smile on his face, though not seen as he has his hood on to keep branches and other things from hitting him in the face.
He puts his hood down and greets the centaurs in Sylvan
Hearing the centaurs, the White Robe looks up from his thoughts. He gets a smile on his face, though not seen as he has his hood on to keep branches and other things from hitting him in the face.
He puts his hood down and greets the centaurs in Sylvan
** spoiler omitted **
The lead centaur keeps talking in common, "You bear the Blue Crystal Staff, something the Forest Master has been looking for. She's been waiting a long time."
Drakkor keeps silent, not knowing what is going on.
Know arcana to see if he knows about the Forestmaster
Know arcana 1d20+13 to see if he knows about the Forestmaster
Knowledge (history): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10
Drakkor keeps silent, not knowing what is going on.
"Cannot be worse than the goblins. We're still under obligation to help, we promised." Varis is philosophical about this new development
"Maybe the gods are guiding our steps quite a more directly than expected."
Reflecting on what he knows, he tells the group and the centaurs, We cannot keep the ForestMaster waiting. We are ready!
"Follow us," says the lead Centaur.
Ahto follows as instructed, glad to leave the un-killable ghost guardians of the forest behind them.
Following as commanded, Drakkor allows Riverwind the pleasure of resuming his task of staying near his golden-haired lady, and moves himself to the front of the group easily.
”How far must we travel? We have not had much rest…”
"Just until we hit the central clearing."
The wizard is happy to be with the creatures of the forest, and hopefully, the opportunity to meet a unicorn.
Quietly follows. Quietly as in not complaining, not moving quietly. Or quickly.
Drakkor will try and aid anyone that lags behind. Even carrying someone if needed.
It takes you about an hour of walking with the Centaurs, and you enter into a fairy glen. With a large triangular rock that is angled, so it's point is at it's center. Standing on the rock is a silvery white Unicorn.
"Welcome, heroes, to Darken Wood," she says in a deep voice.
The half-elf speaks up, some awe in his voice. Even though he has studied fey creatures, even seeing a unicorn in Qualanesti itself is rare. He has taken the Test of High Sorcery and experienced things beyond the ken of those not trained in the arcane arts, he the beauty of this creature is beyond even the stories and lore he has read. With a quick prayer to Solinari, glancing up to the Silvery Moon, he states
Greetings Forest Master of Darken Wood. I am Lyzander of the White Robes, my father is from Qualanesti, he and my mother are both members of the Order. he says with a bow.
He introduces each member of the group.
We come with a gift which may be from the Gods of Light. A Blue Crystal Staff. To say how it came to us, is a story not ours to tell, but rather these two, Goldmoon and Riverwind, from the Village of the Que-Shu
"Greetings." Varis returns to his usual 'wordy' self.
"sit down at the table and eat," the Forestmaster bids. "We have killed a deer for you."
While Drakkor was normally pescatarian, he had a problem trying to eat any meat in front of a unicorn that could speak, for some reason. His metabolism could endure without food for quite some time (Ki Metabolism), so he will nibble some fruit or vegetables for now, mainly to be polite and to show his compliance.
"Thank you!" Ahto says enthusiastically, giving a grateful nod. He takes a seat at the table, savoring the smell of the roast venison. He starts to reach for it, then stops, unsure of the appropriate table manners for such an unusual setting.
Varis removes the helm and gauntlets and sits gratefully. He looks for appropriate utensils, but he knows how to eat as a soldier if needed.
Saying a quiet, quick (and private) prayer over food, he nods at the hosts
"Thank you, will you join us?"
Varis removes the helm and gauntlets and sits gratefully. He looks for appropriate utensils, but he knows how to eat as a soldier if needed.
Saying a quiet, quick (and private) prayer over food, he nods at the hosts
"Thank you, will you join us?"
"We have already eaten," says the Forestmaster.
Not to be rude, he will eat only the tenderest and smallest amount of meat but will eat fruit, bread, and cheese, if they are available.
”No sense letting it go to waste,” Ahto mutters quietly as he claims a couple large slices.