well...crap...oh well might as well close out of this one then...too bad
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Cedryk smiles at the banter between the halfling and the older human. The revelation that the old man was a mage did not surprise the young ranger as he had all the 'traditional' trappings of a wizard. Listening to the others introduce themselves, Cedryk adds in his details. "Well met all. I am Cedryk and I am a ranger looking for employment here on the borderlands." That said, he waits to either hear more from the rest of the group or more importantly, whatever this guard has to say.
Cedryk offers his hand to help the halfling up and then gathers up the rope for the donkey and calms the beast down before joining the others by the indicated guard. "Hi...I'm Cedryk. Are you sure you are ok?" he asks the halfling lass as they move off to the side.
Cedryk bows his head in deference to the priestess. He looks like he was going to say more, when some halfling ran her pony into the outer wall of the keep, drawing almost everyone's attention. "Well...you don't see that every day!" he says with a wry smile. "Are you OK Miss...?"
Cedryk looks over at the thin priestess. "Ranger looking for work...you?" Not sure how much to say, he watches the woman to see how she responds.
Cedryk waits patiently in line as the various merchants and farmers work their way into the keep. The journey was uneventful, but the ranger did make a few contacts within the caravan. Now he is just looking for a warm room and a cold ale.
She is terrifying....I would probably think twice before asking for any healing from her...lol, but seriously...!!
Ok...here is my Ranger character!!
Cedryk bends down and checks the man's wounds. He says a quick prayer while pressing a sprig of holly against the wound.
Taking another swipe at the mound of rats, Cedryk slams his rod against the swarm. Attack:
Taking his newly acquired rod, Cedryk swipes at the swarm of rats. Attack:
Cedryk, being at the back of the group, tries to see what is going on without getting into anyone else's way. He tells Hedgewyk to keep a watch on the corridor to make sure nothing sneaks up on them.
Cedryk moves down the hall with the others, staying near the middle of the party and ensuring his light can help others examine their surroundings. "Be careful..that floor could be weakened by the fire and age."
Cedryk waits a few minutes then casts light on his staff. "This way, if your spell ends, we will not immediately be plunged into darkness." He gives a wan smile as he cast the spell on his new snake-like rod.
Cedryk seems far away in his mental wanderings and pays little attention to the man and his antics. Hedgewyk rides on his shoulder, a troubled look on the small plants face.
Before he leaves, Cedryk turns to the Lords Burne and Rufus, as well as the other elders. "I vow to find the creature who killed Jaroo. I also vow to protect the village to the best of my ability, which may not be much, but I am willing to lay down my life to bring a balance back to these lands. On my oath as a Druid, I do swear." He gives an embarrassed nod and turns to leave.
Updated what Cedryk will take, as well as the items Jocasta mentioned above for herself. 18 days’ worth of trail rations - 3 days worth for each of you
Cedryk takes the ancient staff. "I...I am not sure what to say. I will use it with honour and return it to the community as soon as the threat at the moathouse is over. Thank you, and I hope to be able to help the community here as well." Cedryk replaces the quarterstaff he had previously taken, as the rod will suffice.
Once the others have gathered their items from the table, Cedryk takes the quarterstaff, leather armor, divine scrolls and any potions left by the others (not sure what was left...if anything) "Those who prepared Jaroo for burial will know something happened, as will any who helped clean the shrine. I do not know who is senior in the Old Faith here, but you will need to speak to them to ask those of our faith to remain quiet about the happenings. "
Cedryk awakens in the room and is confused. He remembers heading back from the church, but after that it is al a blur. "Did I fall or something on the way back? I..I cannot remember how I get here."
Cedryk steps to the body and, in the tongue of the druids, gives the body the blessing of the long sleep then, completely exhausted from the events, stumbles out the door. He collapses outside the grove and will not move from the spot unless carried. As he lies there, Hedgewyk marches out of the grove and, with a spear-like stick in his hands, stands guard over the young druid, threatening any who might try to disturb him.
"Am I...am I free to leave?"
"What I would like is to tend to the body of Jaroo and prepare him for his final journey. I will not object to a guard, but please let me prepare Jaroo for the pyre."
The druid shakes his head at the questions asked of him. "I answered your questions already, why do you think to ask more will tell you anything different. Very well. I did ask to sleep in the barn, as I do not enjoy sleep inside such places as the inn, if possible. It had nothing to do with not being observed by any of the others in our party. I did enter the grove, as a member of the Old Faith. Do all members of your church need specific permission to enter your temples? I carried a message from my mistress for Jaroo...and no I do not have it, as I gave it to the false Jaroo. As to the creatures nature, I have no idea as I have never before encountered such a beast. It was able to alter its shape like a senior druid. I had no argument with Jaroo at any time until this pretender attacked me by the river. I never met the miller, but the fake Jaroo did indeed stop at the mill on our way about town. He told me they had a disease that he was trying to cure them, and that I should wait outside while he dealt with them. Hiram was in wolf shape when I first met him, and Jaroo said I should stay in his workplace for the night. This is the truth as I know it, by my bond to The Old Faith and traveler upon the path of the Druid."
Cedryk's answers: Question One, are you a fish? ”An interesting question. I suppose you would need to know what a “fish” is. Members of the old faith can become various creatures, so if my old mistress was to become a fish, is she a fish or simply my mistress transformed into a fish. Beory, Mother of all, cares not for the outward shape of her creations, as she sees into their souls and marks them with their “true name”, which is not limited to what you would call a fish, or deer or person. DO you understand? Your questions are very vague. I suppose on the most basic level I cannot say that I am a “fish” as you would consider such a thing.” Question Two, what is your name?
Question Three, where are you from?
The young druid heaves a huge sigh, his body shaking with fatigue and grief.
DM: Cedryk does not struggle nor in any way put up a defense until the priest attempts to bless the dead Druid. "That is a wast as you should know. The followers of the Old Faith have their own traditions, which was what I was doing when you found me. The door to this cabin was open and Jaroo was there, as you see him." Cedryk explains everything that has happened to him since arriving in town, leaving nothing out. "I will submit to you at this moment, but I am innocent of this crime and answer to my organization and the gods of the old faith."
Shaking his head in sadness, the druid begins to clean up. The first deals with the body of Jaroo. He cleans up the little cabin, then lays the druid out on the table with a linen cloth draped over him. He then moves into the grove, where he attempts to clean the menhir of all the blood and offal that had been smeared over it.
Jaroo, Druid of Hommlet, is dead and the grove defiled."
Cedryk also goes looking for the blacksmith. If he does not find him in the smithy, then he will enter the grove and search there.
"I will have a look at them. Here, bring them together over here." Cedryk takes out his healer's kit and using a poultice of herb, stabilizes the wounded men. "I will need to pray to receive a spell which can heal their wounds, but for now, they will be safe."
Cedryk and Hedgewyk move into the room. Hedgewyk throws a pinecone at the bandit before them (Aide) while Cedryk attempts to strike him with his staff. Seedpod: DC-11 or deafened Attack:
DM: Would I be able to cast entangle in this room? Just not sure if there would be enough plant matter here to make the spell viable. thanks
"Well let's check out one of these doors..."
Cedryk moves down the hallway with the others, holding his still-enchanted staff and ready if anything might suddenly occur.
"We also have the remains of the poor fellow who maybe thought he had found a hidden treasure. Perhaps we should get him down and search his body?" Cedryk will help to bring the body to the ground and unwrapping it.
Trying to calm himself and take aim, Cedryk again swings at the spider. Attack:
Cedryk moves in and strikes at the creature with his staff. Attack:
Hearing the dwarf call out, Cedryk quickly enchants his walking staff with the power of the druids and moves into the building to offer his help. Hedgewyk holds on as they move into position.
Cedryk calls Hedgewyk back and the two of them wait until the door is open before acting. Cedryk keeps a wary eye towards the courtyard and building across it.
DM: All sounds good. As to Hedgewyk's species, I think he would be made of Mistletoe, Holly, and Oak. His main structure is oak branches, covered with holly and mistletoe leaves (and oak, of course). So he would look like a small oak tree or holly bush when disguised as such. Hope that is OK
Cedryk shakes his head at originally missing these tracks. "Well at least now we know that the wagons might still be here...this seems to be the right place. Now let's go see who made those tracks I saw in the keep!" Cedryk heads back with Braggi to the others, then asks Hedgewyk to sneak in and see where the footprints lead. Hedgewyk Perception:
Seeing his foe move away, Cedryk moves back to help the others with their final enemy, watching where Hedgewyk is so as to keep him out of the frog's reach.
Feeling the slimy tongue of the small frog slither across his cheek, Cedryk slams the beast with his staff, keeping it away from his leafy friend. Attack:
Cedryk moves towards the nearest frog to him (little frog 1), and slams his staff into the slimy amphibian. Attack:
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