Lentrax
The sun is beginning to set over the towering spires of the Great Cathedral of the Gods of Light. The shadows stretch over the rooftops, the points extending by the minute, consuming the light between buildings. Alleys grow dark, the temperature begins to cool, and the busy city begins to slow.

But for some, the setting of the sun is the beginnings of their work. Bars and taverns begin to serve the evening crowd, cutpurses go to work, finding juicy marks as the long day of work makes them inattentive. And out of the slums come the streetwalkers, looking to make a few paltry coins selling themselves to whoever is willing to pay. The city still bustles, but the pulse is different.

You just arrived back in town from the last errand your patron, the Colonel had sent you on. And, as always, you know that, should she have work for you, she will send word to the Honest Quisling. As you each in turn arrive, you descend the stairs to the common room, where the ale is flowing, laughter is had, and the sound of dice comes from the games at tables and in the corners. Toward the back of the room, you see the worn railing that provides the rickety protection from the level below. Below, you know, is the arena where any manner of fight can be taking place. But from the entrance, you can't tell what kind, the sound drowned out by the crowd.

At the bar is a tall, purple skinned tiefling woman with gold chains dangling between her horns. You know her as Sevanna, your contact for jobs from the Colonel. As you each speak with her, making a specific order that confirms you are sending a "completed task" message, she pours you a drink, and then cryptically tells you each to "enjoy what is left of your time."

Not long after hearing this, a ring opens up on the floor. But instead of the fight you expected, three people, two human men and an elven woman stand in a triangle. each of them holds a hand palm up, and then each of them, at the count of Telli, one of the younger barmaids, they each balance a dagger by its point on one of their fingers. All around, you hear wagers being made, and shouts at the people in the center of the ring, to get them to drop their knife first.

 Cross-link to current OOC thread. 
Athedia
 "A Tricksters Twist, make it a double."   Ren couldn't help but brush her fingers over her broken horn as Sevanna turned to pour her a drink.  Something about the bartender always made her feel small, took some of the joy out of a job well done.  She had done so well, hadn't just figured out which of the priests she had been ordered to travel with for the past month were the ones spreading the slanderous whispers about the Colonel but had also learned the names and locations of their families.  All the information stashed away in the dead drop for another agent to take care of the next step. She rarely handled that part.

Sevanna handed her the drink along with the cryptic message.  Ren could swear she saw a smirk on the woman's face.  Still, better than pity.  She held her face still, schooling herself to breath through the perceived slight.  She carefully made her way to the railing, looking down at the people gathered in the ring.  She wasn't going to gamble here, but she liked the looks of the elvish woman.  Maybe if one of the men failed out she would try to sway the competition in her favor.
Millstone85
 "A Corpse Reviver, on the rocks."  Tanael had never been one for drinking, even before water itself had started losing its appeal. Still this was a bar, messages were exchanged accordingly, and so Tanael partially retracted his helmet so he could quietly sip the beverage. Much more annoying, really, was the way Sevanna always looked at him as if he were an open book, no matter how concealed his face was.

Thankfully, there was nothing to read this time but his satisfaction at a delivery well done. He had travelled days and nights, alone, resting a mere 4 hours at a time but never losing consciousness, all to deliver a small chest to some mage in a backwater town. Someone had tried to take the drop on him at one point. An enemy agent? A would-be thief? Either way, they were dead and burned. Yes, he would feel perfectly happy if not for that cryptic comment Sevanna had just made.

Tanael was not familiar with the game taking place in the arena below. Since it was usually a place for combat, he suspected that a knife hitting the floor would signal the beginning of the fight, and likely the quick death of whoever thus lost their weapon. But in truth he didn't know and thus waited to see what was about to happen.
JNAProductions
Katherine walks into the building, her skin pale as the moon. A close inspection would reveal minute white scales, but with only a cursory glance, she's merely a pale woman.  "I'll be needing a Hanged Man,"  she tells Sevanna. When the tiefling relays her unusual message, Katherine c oc ks an eyebrow, but says nothing. She takes the drink (a favorite of hers) and sips it as she sidles next to Ren.  "Evening, Ren,"  she offers.  "You find yourself well today?" 

She swigs down another sip of the Hanged Man-not quite so tasty as the fear of a dead prisoner, but it's not bad.
The Commander
  Garak Bloodhorn  

Several patrons of the Honest Quisling were forced to take a couple of steps to the side to allow the bulk of a plate armoured minotaur to slot itself into a gap at the bar. From the joints in the armour came wisps of smoke, as if the warrior were powered by steam. A warhammer and shield strapped to the minotaur's person, both bloody, yet in surprisingly good repair, foretold a story of his previous engagement. Beneath the blood, a proud symbol of Hextor - a fist holding 6 downward pointing arrows - was emblazoned on the shield.

Despite the frightening appearance and size, the minotaur had a giant grin on his face.   "One Faerie Fireball, now!"   He announced to Sevanna.   "I have returned from another glorious battle and must celebrate my victories this day!"  

As the crowd began to gather for the trio of knife holders, Garak decided to gauge who might have the dexterity and fortitude necessary to keep their knife aloft the longest.

(I will attempt an Insight roll to work out who may have the best chance of success of holding their knife up the longest -  (1d20+5)[ 17 ] )
Athedia
 
 Originally Posted by JNAProductions 
 Katherine walks into the building, her skin pale as the moon. A close inspection would reveal minute white scales, but with only a cursory glance, she's merely a pale woman.  "I'll be needing a Hanged Man,"  she tells Sevanna. When the tiefling relays her unusual message, Katherine c oc ks an eyebrow, but says nothing. She takes the drink (a favorite of hers) and sips it as she sidles next to Ren.  "Evening, Ren,"  she offers.  "You find yourself well today?" 

She swigs down another sip of the Hanged Man-not quite so tasty as the fear of a dead prisoner, but it's not bad. 
 

 "Katherine? It's been a little."   She winced as she took a sip of her drink, nothing on the road had been this strong and she was out of practice.   "I  was  doing well.  Sevanna though..."  She let the thought trail off, choosing to force back the rest of her drink instead.  "It's no matter.  And you?" 
JNAProductions
 "She did say something odd,"  Katherine replies.  "But whatever comes my way, I'll conquer it!" 
Vozen
  Alycie  
 "A Moonberry Spiker, with lemon, if you would Sevanna dear."  The girl said cheerfully. Her outfit hugged the edge of garish with it's purple and pink colors, looking like a jester's outfit and a wizard's stereotypical garb had a child. It might have gotten looks once, but she was known around here enough that most didn't blink at it. Shame, it was fun to draw eyes. The runework had been easy to find and take apart, and the strapping pair of young men had been convinced she was there for a fun night with her rather than having their amature hour rune bomb get sabotoged and their throats slit by an invisible girl. Honestly, it was just embarrassing how quickly they trusted her.

Skipping over to the entertainment a manner that could be a half-dance, she spotted the hard to miss form of Garak Bloodhorn. Far from intimidated, she casually walked up to his side and briefly rased her drink in his direction in greeting.

 "Garak you old metal head! You here to drink half the bar under the table again?" 
Athedia
 
 Originally Posted by JNAProductions 
  "She did say something odd,"  Katherine replies.  "But whatever comes my way, I'll conquer it!"  
 

 "She said something to you too?  I thought she was just trying to put me off."   She winced at Garak's booming voice.  For as subtle as she tried to keep herself, he was the opposite side of the coin.

She averted her gaze, it wasn't good to stare to much at others doing their own work.   "Care to make a wager?  Not about the silly balancing, I am betting you one of them loses a finger."   She gestured with her empty glass down at the three in the ring below.
Lentrax
 
 Originally Posted by The Commander 
   Garak Bloodhorn  

Several patrons of the Honest Quisling were forced to take a couple of steps to the side to allow the bulk of a plate armoured minotaur to slot itself into a gap at the bar. From the joints in the armour came wisps of smoke, as if the warrior were powered by steam. A warhammer and shield strapped to the minotaur's person, both bloody, yet in surprisingly good repair, foretold a story of his previous engagement. Beneath the blood, a proud symbol of Hextor - a fist holding 6 downward pointing arrows - was emblazoned on the shield.

Despite the frightening appearance and size, the minotaur had a giant grin on his face.   "One Faerie Fireball, now!"   He announced to Sevanna.   "I have returned from another glorious battle and must celebrate my victories this day!"  

As the crowd began to gather for the trio of knife holders, Garak decided to gauge who might have the dexterity and fortitude necessary to keep their knife aloft the longest.

(I will attempt an Insight roll to work out who may have the best chance of success of holding their knife up the longest - [roll0]) 
 

Watching for a moment, it doesn't take long to figure out that, though the woman seems to be gesturing as though she has had too much to drink, it is a ploy. And less than thirty seconds into the game, one of the men, to slurring jeers and taunts, drops his dagger. He disgustedly throws down a gold coin, and then pushes his way into the crowd.

One by one, Sevanna manages to somehow slip you a small purse, each of which contains 10 gp worth of assorted coins. You are each beginning to wonder when you would be called upon to serve when you feel...  something. A cold sensation, running down your spine. You instinctively reach for an object. A small thing. Something no one would ever truly suspect. Something that has always made sense on any outfit you have ever worn. You know that feeling. That sensation.

 She  is calling for you.

Personally.

You each make your way up the stairs from the Quisling, where you are met, by a carriage with its windows covered by heavy leather curtains that block any light from entering. The carriage is also, as ever, unmarked. Also, as ever, there are two men with the carriage. A driver and a coach hand. The hand, standing by the door, opens it as you each approach and gestures you inside.

You have only ever been summoned before her once before, where you swore your loyalty to her and her darker ambitions. And you remember well the fear that being in her very presence caused.

As you enter the carriage, you see on each of the seats, a hood. You remember the hood. Rough burlap, smelling of old earth and long dried blood.

But now, as then, it is the price of entry.

You spend the ride in utter silence. None of you daring to speak. To break the quiet of the ride.

You feel the carriage bounce up and down the streets, you feel it break from paved stone to dirt road, and back to paving stones. You hear the sound of sewage draining into the river. The sounds of the city fade, and the ride becomes bumpy as the road becomes dirt again.

The air is starting to become unbearably stuffy when suddenly you hear the carriage brake being applied, and the wheels begin to screech as they halt. You hear the door open, and then you hear a clear voice say, "You can remove the hoods now."

You do so, and you see a porter, his uniform tailored to fit tightly to his trim form.

"She will see you now. Follow."
Vozen
  Alycie  


The strange wizard girl returned her trusty hat to her head. She often deflected any negative feelings or panic with snark and mockery, playing up the moment. But there were some things she simply didn't have the fortitude to mock. She had tried, tried to break the moment by saying the hood was a bit much for a second date or how this would ruin her hair, but that thread of genuine fear in her heart kept her quiet.

Something about this made her feel like the little girl she once was again.

Still, she did not dare show that fear in front of anyone. She jovially tipped her large hat to the man, and proceed onward with her hands tucked behind her head and a smirk on her face like it was a casual day. Anyone who knew her would know she was being rather subdued, but it was still not cowering or military rigidness, and that was what counted most.

She quietly hummed a lively tune along the walk to her office, which she would silence well before she got to her door, and planned her performance. Be polite and deferential, but don't boot-lick. Be smooth but NOT rude, and don't let her see you sweat.

Also, don't try and turn invisible, no matter how much her gaze unsettled.
Athedia
Ren spent the whole trip over trying to catalog any way she might have failed in her last job.  Or the ones before that.  But all five of the people in the cart failing so badly as to be summoned?  Unlikely.  Unless some of them were just here as object lessons.  By the time the order to remove the hoods was given she had managed to dig crescent moon marks into the palms of her hands.

Still there were formalities to observe, and even if she was in trouble, she needed to show gratitude for the gifts already given.

She spoke a quick word and her outfit shifted from that of a traveler to her priestly vestments. For the first time since speaking with Sevanna earlier that evening she made sure to stand up straight and keep her hands relaxed.

She continued to the office, oddly relieved at the growing tension in the others who shared the carriage with her.
The Commander
  Garak Bloodhorn  

 
 Originally Posted by Vozen 
   Alycie  
 "Garak you old metal head! You here to drink half the bar under the table again?"  
 

Garak beamed and approached the tiny half-elf.   "Ah, little Alycie! So good to see you!"   Garak threw his arms around her tiny form and hugged her tightly.   "I trust that victory finds you this day? Then we must drink together!"   The minotaur slammed back his drink as the cheers of the crowd erupted from the knife game.

Before he could order another drink or continue the conversation, Garak felt the summons from his commanding officer. He looked down at Alycie. It seemed as though she had felt it too.   "Today is truly a glorious day! Already we march!"  

 


 
 Originally Posted by Lentrax 
 "She will see you now. Follow." 
 

Garak steps out from the carriage, glad to be outside of the cramped space.   "So good to be returning so soon! And with so many wonderful allies!"   He regarded the group.   "Come, let us not keep our commanding officer waiting!"   He moved into formation behind the porter, following them.
Millstone85
Tanael had felt a bit disappointed with the mild outcome of the competition. He had to remind himself that the Honest Quisling was still public enough of a place that it could only shed so much blood at once.

After the summoning came, Tanael gave a brief  "Hello"  to Alycie, Katherine and Ren as they made their way to the carriage. He also instinctively saluted Garak with a  "Sir" . The minotaur had given his all to the war from beginning to end, thus earning a higher rank than a then human who had only found his courage in the later days of the conflict.

The hood he was provided with in the carriage stank, which was of course on purpose as to mask olfactory clues as surely as visual and auditory ones, so Tanael didn't bother to breathe even once during the trip. He instead spent this time hoping that Sevanna's " enjoy what is left of your time " had merely been a playful and overly dramatic way to hint that they would soon leave her establishment.
The Commander
  Garak Bloodhorn  

 
 Originally Posted by Millstone85 
 He also instinctively saluted Garak with a  "Sir" . The minotaur had given his all to the war from beginning to end, thus earning a higher rank than a then human who had only found his courage in the later days of the conflict. 
 

Garak returned the salute.   "Good to see you, Tanael! I have a good feeling about this meeting; I can feel it in my horns!"   He proclaimed.
JNAProductions
Katherine shakes her head.  "I'm not a gambler. I prefer certainty." 

When the summons are felt, she feels a mixture of emotions. She likes the Colonel, she respects the Colonel... But part of that  is  fear. Still-there's little to be done about it, other than obey.

During the trip, she sits with her hands across her lap. She breathes deeply, calmly... Though the hood is accumulating ice on the inside by the time they arrive. Perhaps not so calm after all.

 "Of course-lead the way, good sir,"  she tells the porter. She looks him over for any signs of weaponry, or other things of interest.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 
Perception check to scan the dude:  (1d20+2)[ 17 ] 

And Magical Insight will reveal if he has any magic on him.
 
Vozen
 
 Originally Posted by The Commander 
 Garak steps out from the carriage, glad to be outside of the cramped space.   "So good to be returning so soon! And with so many wonderful allies!"   He regarded the group.   "Come, let us not keep our commanding officer waiting!"   He moved into formation behind the porter, following them. 
 

  Alycie  

The spellweaver’s smile grew a little more genuine at the minotaur’s cheer. Trust the big lug to not sweat things like a meeting with the most dangerous woman in the empire.

Now the tension was reduced by his genuine enthusiasm, and she felt her nerves settle a bit.

There was a reason why she liked the metal head. He’s exactly the kind of person who volunteers when you ask for audience participation.
Millstone85
 
 Originally Posted by Lentrax 
 "She will see you now. Follow." 
 


 
 Originally Posted by Vozen 
 [Alycie] jovially tipped her large hat to the man, and proceed onward with her hands tucked behind her head and a smirk on her face like it was a casual day. 
 


 
 Originally Posted by Athedia 
 [Ren] spoke a quick word and her outfit shifted from that of a traveler to her priestly vestments. 
 


 
 Originally Posted by The Commander 
   "Come, let us not keep our commanding officer waiting!"   
 


 
 Originally Posted by JNAProductions 
  "Of course-lead the way, good sir,"  
 

And so the time had come. To do what? Perhaps to walk in blind submission, showing full acceptance of the Colonel's power over their fates. Or maybe to approach with full alertness, ready to prove their skills to the Colonel if she sees fit to test them anew. Tanael opted for the latter, reciting a prayer for Hextor's  guidance  upon himself before stepping out into this new(?) environment.

Wisdom (Perception) check:  (1d20+4)[ 12 ]  with an additional  (1d4)[ 1 ] 
Lentrax
The porter leads you from the cave entrance you find yourself in. He leads you down beneath the surface, following a stream that has etched its path in the stone over the course of thousands of years. Lichen hangs from nearly every nook and cranny, and soon, even that is gone as you travel far enough through the hewn rock tunnel that sunlight would never reach. You know where the porter is taking you. The place has been intimated to each of you. Through rumor from the lowest of the low, from the lips of those who should know of no such place, but somehow all know one who has seen the place personally.

No one who goes to the cave ever returns.

None.

You have also heard what is supposed to be in this cave. Monsters that have not been seen in living memory. Fiends that swallow those who displease the Colonel whole.

Your thoughts dwell there as the porter leads you further down.

The flickering of torches cast flickering shadows on the walls of the cave as you continue on. And after what feels like an hour, but is only more than likely a few minutes, the tunnel suddenly opens into a massive cavern. You find yourself on a narrow ledge overlooking the caldera below you. But what is most interesting about it is not a bottomless pit, to which failures are cast to the infinite abyss below.

Instead, it is a miniature of the city. You recognize the street patterns. Some of the buildings. The manor of the governor. The small stream cuts its way through the city, following the path of the river. In fact, the only building that is truly missing is the cathedral. Instead of the massive structure that dominates a small hill in the center of the city is a stone slab.

Two massive iron rings lay half buried in one side of it, chains connected to them. Dark stains and streaks and smears of wax speak volumes about the activities this slab has witnessed. All of which radiate out from an obsidian dagger, its jagged blade jutting from the center of the slab where it stands, its tip somewhere beneath the surface.

The porter leads you down the caldera and into the miniature city. You are brought in front of the altar when the porter stops you.

"Kneel," is all he says.

You do so, and as you await the next moments, you perhaps reflect on the paths that led you here, and what other paths may have been possible.

 It is not your fate to end here.  Comes the voice from behind you. And moments later, the colonel strides past you. She runs her fingers delicately along the stone of the altar as she steps around it to place it between her and you.  Not yet. 

She wraps her fingers around the hilt of the dagger and draws it almost lovingly from the stone. It is longer than you would have thought. Almost two feet long, and jagged from tip to hilt.

 This blade is not meant for you. No... It is for those who refuse me what is mine...  She closes her eyes as she speaks, and she almost seems to be drawing pleasure from some other memory.

Then she slams the dagger down onto the altar. Hard.  I want her. And  you  ,  her finger stabs out to point at all of you.  Will bring her to me. 
 
 Spoiler: OOC 
Insight checks reveal nothing about the porter, and so far as you can tell, he has no magic on him, nor does he have the aura of someone who possesses magical talent.
 
Vozen
  [Alycie]  

Allowing herself just a moment to collect herself, Alycie placed the open palm of her right hand against her chest and held her left behind her back (where she could clench her hand out of sight) and then said to herself in her mind:

  ~I am Alycie the Amazing, I scoff at the might of dragons, and I will NOT get stage-fright!~  

And then, she met the colonel with direct eye contact with just the slightest smile, no sign of the terror in her heart, and spoke with a slightly eager voice.

 "Of course Colonel, we are eager as always to do what is needed. Please, would you be so kind as to tell us who has been so foolish as to earn your wrath?" 

Alycie was, among many things, an actor. And she would play her part, unflinchingly. The show must go on.
Millstone85
Tanael felt like he was at a theater. This was good. Such moments, larger than life, would reshape his soul like he was reshaping his body.

Now that Alycie had spoken, ever the face of any party she was in, should Tanael start a chorus or let the Colonel answer the question? Definitely the latter.

Tanael thus remained knelt and silent.
Athedia
 
 Originally Posted by Lentrax 
  It is not your fate to end here.  Comes the voice from behind you. And moments later, the colonel strides past you. She runs her fingers delicately along the stone of the altar as she steps around it to place it between her and you.  Not yet. 

She wraps her fingers around the hilt of the dagger and draws it almost lovingly from the stone. It is longer than you would have thought. Almost two feet long, and jagged from tip to hilt.

 This blade is not meant for you. No... It is for those who refuse me what is mine...  She closes her eyes as she speaks, and she almost seems to be drawing pleasure from some other memory.

Then she slams the dagger down onto the altar. Hard.  I want her. And  you  ,  her finger stabs out to point at all of you.  Will bring her to me.  
 

Ren had been keeping her gaze fixed on the floor in front of her until the Colonel spoke, unwilling to risk drawing more attention to herself.  She hadn't realized she had been stifling her own breath, the reassurance finally giving her room to exhale.

She dared look up now, examining the altar itself and the dagger, did they have significance beyond mere tools?

 
 Spoiler: Religion Check 
 (1d20+4)[ 5 ]  Does she recognize these as from any religions or religious practices?
 
The Commander
  Garak Bloodhorn  

Garak knelt as he was told, his armour clanking noisily in the cavernous space. He did not feel afraid. If he was to die here, then it would be the will of Hextor, and Garak would go down fighting.

Once the Colonel appeared and addressed them, he remained kneeling but gave her his undivided attention; as befitting a soldier under her command.

Little Alycie had spoken first, and he inwardly smiled.    "She is the first to strike! Good for her!"    He thought to himself.

Her question was one that he shared, but he also wanted more information.

  "Where can we find our enemy, ma'am? And what combat capabilities does our enemy possess? Do you wish us to bring our enemy to you alive?"   He suspected the answer to his last question was 'yes', but assuming mission parameters always led to problems later down the line.
Lentrax
 Before I can move on her,  the Colonel says, ignoring the questions,  There are things that need doing. I have chosen you to do so for me. You have all served faithfully, and we have decided it is time to reward that loyalty. 

The Colonel waves her hand before her, and you see her damaged eye, blinded in the war, glow with an inner light. As her hand sweeps across the chamber, the cityscape around you vanishes, dissolving into sand. As each building dissolves, a clump of trees rises up. Within the span of a minute, there is now a forest made of dark sand.

 These are the Salvaen Woods. Long ago, these woods formed the border between the kingdoms of Salvaen and Gerolth, now both only territories of the Empire. But from time to time, bandits and thieves take up residence in the ruins of border forts. Your task is to go to these woods, find the leaders of the various bandit tribes, and bind them to me. Those who do not wish to join me... eliminate them. And make it plain who it is who has made the woods safe for travel again. 
The Commander
  Garak Bloodhorn  

Garak thumped his chest plate.   "It shall be done, ma'am!"   He remained kneeling, not wanting to rise until he was formally dismissed.
JNAProductions
Katherine grins. It's not a nice smile-it's the hungry smile of a predator.  "With pleasure, Colonel." 

Inwardly, she's pretty impressed at the display of magical prowess. There's probably some rituals and glyphs set up to help maintain the Colonel's control over the models, but all the same, it's something impressive to behold.
Millstone85
Tanael marveled at the magical sand map. He had initially thought it a declaration of intent on the part of the Colonel, to one day replace the Great Cathedral of the Gods of Light with a monument to something else. Perhaps it had been that at first and even now had yet to reveal the full scope of its abilities. He ought to try to anticipate some of them.

 
 Spoiler: Intelligence (Arcana) 
 (1d20+5)[ 18 ]  Does he know of any magic item or spell that uses sand like this?
 

Tanael also cursed himself for not bringing anything to magically tinker a copy of the map on. But Alycie was the literary type and she might have some parchment. If not, he would have to use the back of his shield or something.

 "Ma'am, would you allow us to spend time here, taking notes about the area as it is so elegantly and precisely represented on the ground?" 
Lentrax
The Colonel smiles, a mirthless, cold expression that touches neither of her eyes, living or dead. She twists her hand and makes a small gesture toward the forest, and four patches of the forest glow with a muted light.

 These are where you may find those whom I seek. Study this map. Porter will send you to me when you are finished. 

The shadows of the cavern seemed to gather themselves around Keiera Malfithross as she made her exit from the caldera.
Millstone85
Once the Colonel had well and truly left, Tanael got up with a  "Let's see this..."  and cautiously approached the closest of the glowing areas. He hoped to find the ruins of a border fort, represented at a usable scale.
The Commander
  Garak Bloodhorn  

Garak continued to kneel until the Colonel was assuredly gone. Then he rose to his hooves and let out a short laugh.   "Ah, what a glorious day! A grand mission for our leader! And I am blessed to be working with those who are most worthy!"  

He began to pace around the recreated forest and the locations of light within, trying to study their locations.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 

Do any of the locations look particularly well defended in terms of geographical features? Are any of the locations near a source of water?
 

  "Whilst it would be bring me great pleasure to bring war to these bandits, our leader has tasked us with recruiting them. We could perhaps see what they desire, or perhaps we could destroy their leaders and make them swear fealty to us? What do you all think?"  
Athedia
Ren waited until the Colonel had gone and stood up slowly.  A small smug smile cracked her controlled expression.  She was  trusted.  She hadn't failed.

She looked over the sand map for a moment before realizing it meant little to her. Cities made sense, forests didn't.

 "Garak, we don't care for the bandit's loyalty.  We only care for their leaders.  And a group who thrives on taking will be unlikely to be tempted by a desire.  We should learn what they fear to lose instead and use that."  She paused for a moment, regarding Katherine.  "Though if that fails, I am sure that someone can provide lessons in what happens next." 
JNAProductions
Katherine's predatory smile grows a little when Ren compliments her.  "We'll certainly need to make some examples... Perhaps we can lure a portion of their forces into an 'easy target' and show our power. We'll want to leave a survivor or two, to be properly terrified." 

She moves to Garak, her own impressive height still not quite as much as him.  "And as for you, my massive friend... Do you have any tricks to make yourself the face of our little strike force? You've certainly got the physique, at least." 
Lentrax
Between all of you, you find a way to copy as much of the map as you feel you need. There are also several landmarks you are able to make out. Three roads that meet within the forest, a place where the river pools into a lake, and a village inside a large clearing.

But you don't seem to be able to do any adjusting to the view of the map. You think you see the shapes of walls beneath the trees at the places the Colonel marked, but it is very hard to make out.
Vozen
Alycie stood up and stretched when their scary leader left, the tension leaving her body. She then promptly fished out parchment from her pack and a writhing quill, and started scratching out a basic replica of the forest shown. She spoke while doing so.

 “We should probably make our offer before any blood is spilled, people tend to be less receptive to business deals if you’ve been killing them…and that way any harm is clear consequences of refusal.” 

She glanced over at Garak  “Hey Bloodhorn, think you can pull off some intimidating lines, or would you prefer to just loom menacingly? Either works.” 
JNAProductions
 "Point taken. Oh, and before I forget, I'm going to imbue each of you with a measure of protection. It will keep you safe from any breath I attack with,"  Katherine says. If the others don't object, she places a hand on their shoulder. They feel a chill start from the point of contact, then spread through the rest of their bodies. It's a tad uncomfortable, but not painful or anything.
Vozen
The wizard smirked at the spell and leaned in Katherine‘s direction.

 “Oh Katherine, how forward of you! Usually a girl buys me a couple drinks before she puts her enchantment on me.”  She raises a hand dramatically  “but I forgive you, for I know I am cursed with such unearthly beauty, how could one resist?” 

The overdramatic gestures and voice tone would have given away that she’s just messing with you, even if past experiences with her had not also made that clear. She’s just like this.
The Commander
  Garak Bloodhorn  

 
 Originally Posted by Athedia 
  "Garak, we don't care for the bandit's loyalty.  We only care for their leaders.  And a group who thrives on taking will be unlikely to be tempted by a desire.  We should learn what they fear to lose instead and use that."   
 

  "Ideally we will ensure the loyalty of all under the Colonel's command. If necessary, we can replace the leaders with ambitious bandits more receptive to our cause."  

 
 Originally Posted by JNAProductions 
 She moves to Garak, her own impressive height still not quite as much as him.  "And as for you, my massive friend... Do you have any tricks to make yourself the face of our little strike force? You've certainly got the physique, at least."  
 

Garak smiles at the compliment.   "My talents belong on the battlefield, primarily. I heal and I harm. I am not so well versed in diplomacy I'm afraid. Intimidation, on the other hand, is something I can do."  

 
 Originally Posted by Vozen 
 She glanced over at Garak  “Hey Bloodhorn, think you can pull off some intimidating lines, or would you prefer to just loom menacingly? Either works.”  
 

(Garak casts Thaumaturgy to amplify his voice)   "SUBMIT OR DIE, BANDIT SCUM, BEFORE I PAINT YOUR PRETTY FORT WITH YOUR BLOOD!"   He dismisses Thaumaturgy.   "How was that? Too much? I was thinking I could be more descriptive somehow, what do you think?"  

 
 Originally Posted by JNAProductions 
  "Point taken. Oh, and before I forget, I'm going to imbue each of you with a measure of protection. It will keep you safe from any breath I attack with,"  Katherine says. If the others don't object, she places a hand on their shoulder. They feel a chill start from the point of contact, then spread through the rest of their bodies. It's a tad uncomfortable, but not painful or anything. 
 

Garak doesn't object.   "How long will this protection last for? And does it only protect us from your breath? In battle, I will endeavour to impower you all with the power of Hextor, so that we may be victorious!"  
Athedia
 "That village would be a good place to start."  Ren pointed to a spot on the map Alycie was drawing.  "Though maybe someone with the ability to modulate should do the speaking." 

At Katherine's touch she flinched a little then let the cold spread through her, she had seen what the woman's breath could do and a measure of protection from it was more than appreciated.   "I can do the same trick as Garak.  But I am less imposing than he is, if you couldn't tell."  Ren looked around at the others, only being able to look at Alycie without tilting her head back.


 "The Colonel instructed us to find the leaders and bind them to her service.  And eliminate those who would not.  She said nothing about us raising a subordinate in the leaders place.  I do not want her faith in me misplaced." 
Millstone85
 "I can also loom menacingly" , said Taelan whose height fell right between Katherine and Garak. But where Garak was built like a wardrobe, Tanael was more of a coat rack.  "Now, I would say it is Katherine who best combines menace and poise." 
Athedia
 "Can we at least try subtle before making a scene?  People often are willing to do much when you help them realize where their best interests lie."   She fiddled with her broken horn, running her thumb along the smoothed out edges.  It helped center her emotions, at least long enough for her to get to a private location.
The Commander
  Garak Bloodhorn  

 
 Originally Posted by Athedia 
  "The Colonel instructed us to find the leaders and bind them to her service.  And eliminate those who would not.  She said nothing about us raising a subordinate in the leaders place.  I do not want her faith in me misplaced."  
 

Garak considers this.   "You make a good point. Her direct orders were as you say."  
  "I wonder if the bandits have rivalries with each other? Perhaps we could use that?"  
Millstone85
 "I think we should continue this discussion after we reach the region and hear of the bandits' methods. We are still to be led to the Colonel a second time today." 
The Commander
  Garak Bloodhorn  
  "Then I suppose we should be underway!"   Garak turns to Porter.   "We are ready to be escorted out and taken to these woods.... Unless we are now trusted to leave unescorted?"   Garak will size up Porter to see how well they might fair in a fight. He didn't intend to start fighting a servant of the Colonel, but he was curious as to their combat prowess.

(Rolling Insight on Porter to gauge how combat proficient they might be -  (1d20+5)[ 20 ] )
JNAProductions
 
 Originally Posted by The Commander 
   Garak Bloodhorn  
Garak doesn't object.   "How long will this protection last for? And does it only protect us from your breath? In battle, I will endeavour to impower you all with the power of Hextor, so that we may be victorious!"   
 

 "One day-it wears off with sleep. And yes, we should be leaving now that we have all we need to do our duties,"  Katherine says.
Vozen
 
 Originally Posted by The Commander 
 (Garak casts Thaumaturgy to amplify his voice)   "SUBMIT OR DIE, BANDIT SCUM, BEFORE I PAINT YOUR PRETTY FORT WITH YOUR BLOOD!"   He dismisses Thaumaturgy.   "How was that? Too much? I was thinking I could be more descriptive somehow, what do you think?"   
 

Alycie gave a quick series of tiny claps to the line.  "Great! If we go for scary that's a solid performance. But try to work in a threat about disemboweling them in next time. People become very compliant when you threaten their organs directly." 

--

Alycie put the final touch onto her map, a tiny depiction of her head in a simple cartoon style, sticking it's tongue out and winking, into the corner. She then applied a touch of drying sand and got the ink set, then with a pleased nod rolled up the new map and stood up.

 "Ok, all set to go. Best we not waste any time, we don't want to keep her waiting." 
Millstone85
In the end, Tanael's ability to magically "tinker" a picture onto an object had been used to make and erase various rough drafts of the map. Once everybody agreed that all the essential information had been captured, Alycie had drawn the map with real ink that would not disappear the next time Tanael used this ability.
Lentrax
Porter leads you from the caldera. He leads you further into the cave system, and down a set of tunnels.

You are led into another small chamber where you find a staircase leading up. Porter takes you up these stairs and through a door that leads into a study. Once all of you are through, Porter snaps his fingers and the fireplace slides smoothly over, concealing the door behind it.

"Wait here," Porter says. "The colonel extends her hospitality to you and wishes you to know you may have refreshments. He gestures to a side table where several bottles are arranged, as well as various smokables.

Porter then leaves, presumably to tell the colonel you are above ground again.

After a few minutes, he returns and brings you one by one, to the colonel. She is seated in a large armchair, a large mastiff at her side. She idly scratches the dog behind the ears.

 My words now are for you and you alone. They may be of aid to you, but perhaps not.

Tanael, life for you beats away, each tick of your betrayer's heart like the clocks you fashion yourself after. An enemy will you do you a service, if you are willing to pay his price.

Ren. Pain has been your constant companion. But pain comes in many kinds. A friend will betray your trust. Stay true to your path, and let it not blind your heart to your oaths.

Garak. You have served me well for many years. Service has a price, and you have borne yours proudly. But a greater price will soon be asked, and you must decide if you are willing to pay it.

Katherine. My dearest child. Ice flows through your veins as blood in mine. You will be tempted by flame. But flame can burn even ice, if it is not careful.

Alycie. I have seen your tricks, but illusion can only cover your flaws skin deep. You have power within you child. Let it loose, and claim your birthright. 

After she speaks these words to you, she ends with each of you the same way.

 Return to the others, but remember. My words are for you alone. They may be a guide. But they can also hinder, if you dwell to long on them. Go. 

Once the last of you is returned to the study, Porter comes once again.

"The coach is ready to return you to the city. The colonel wishes you to know that you may begin tomorrow. And she also tasks me to remind you. She is watching."
The Commander
  Garak Bloodhorn  

Garak took up one of the bottles, looked it over briefly, and then uncorked it. Whilst it was generally not a good idea to be drinking during a briefing, the Colonel had offered them refreshments and Garak did not dare to refuse such hospitality. He took some glasses and began to pour a glass for himself and each of his companions, and then offered them the glass each in turn.

  "Life is a constant battle. May we find victory this day, and in all days to come! To victory!"   He toasted, and then quaffed his drink.


 


Returning from his private meeting from the Colonel, Garak contemplated what she had said to him.   "I am ready to return to the city."   He said at length.

OOC: Do we have a place to stay or are we expected to rent a room at an inn for this evening?
Athedia
Ren declined the drinks Garak poured, she had spent most of her day traveling back from her mission and hadn't had anything to eat until the bar that evening.  And all she had there was the drink.  She anxiously awaited her turn with the Colonel.


 


After she left the private meeting, Ren went straight to the glass she had declined and downed it, quickly refilling it and staring at the liquid within her cup.
JNAProductions
With the Colonel, Katherine nods.  "I will be cautious, but I will not hesitate,"  she responds.  "Thank you." 

 
Back in the guest room, she takes her own glass.  "To victory!"  she raises her glass alongside Garak.  "And to the city, where we can further our plans." 
Vozen
Alycie felt internally herself squirm at the advice. Criptic advice wasn’t so fun being on the receiving end of. She knew nothing of her family line, and figured it would never be important. Still…  "I won’t lie and say I fully understand, even if I suspect, what my heritage is. But I’ll remember this advice and turn it over in my head. And I won’t shy away from the strength I might have. You can always count on my clever mind, ma’am."  she said with a respectful bow.


 


Alycie returned to the group with a skip. She resumed sipping on the fruity abomination of a drink she had put together before being called.

She used the Shape Water cantrip to make the drink float in the air in grape sized orbs which she popped into her mouth one at a time with the same spell, likely showing off a bit.

 "Ahh, I can just tell that this job is going to be an interesting one. Could make for quite the story to tell…" 
Millstone85
Ah, more liquid to ingest, more to later urinate when he could be doing anything else instead. Tanael was happy with Ren's decision (her initial decision, anyway) as it made it easier for him to decline the drink as well.

Tanael knew that a private meeting with the Colonel would make him feel vulnerable but, after Porter had gestured for him to retract his helmet, he had felt stark naked. Soon Tanael's heartbeat, usually much slower than that of a regular human, had become fast by anyone's standards. How fitting then for the Colonel to mention the beating of his "betrayer's heart", though surely that was not the intended context. Was it?  "I shall ponder your words in due time, Ma'am"  was all he found to say.

When Tanael returned to the study, he had forgotten to redeploy his helmet. All could see him: emaciated, hairless, his skin having somehow absorbed the sandy color of the metal around it. When Tanael realized his mistake, the telescopic helmet clicked and clanked back in place, shutting down any idea of giving the glass of alcohol another chance.

 "Yes, let's proceed to our resting place" , he later said in response to his companions' own calls to return to the city.
Athedia
Ren thought about what the Colonel had told her as everyone else received their own messages and came back.  She didn't have friends, not in a tradition sense.  She had working relationships with plenty of people, but those lasted as long as a job did.  It was the worst part of most of her jobs, letting the mask go and losing the connections.  After all the best way to get people to trust her had always been falling for her own lies, just a little.

As she examined the people she would be working with for the foreseeable future she realized she couldn't use the same trick here.  Some she had worked with in the past and she knew she would have to trust them.  At least somewhat.  She sighed, finished her second drink, 3rd of the evening and stood up ready to go.  "So, did anyone have a specific resting place?  Or a plan of where we are meeting to discuss this after sleep?" 
Vozen
 “The Honest Quisling usually has rooms for the likes of us, it is in HER pocket after all. We should get some rest and take off bright and early tomorrow, and think through our plans on the way. Might as well make the annoyingly dull walking more interesting.”  The wizard girl said, finishing her drink.

 “We’ll gather in the common room for breakfast and travel from there. Thus begins the epic journey of the Great Alycie and her loyal troop!”  She exclaimed while pointing her finger into the air.

With that she skipped off to the carriage, wanting to make an exit fitting.
The Commander
  Garak Bloodhorn  
  "Perhaps Sevanna has heard information from travellers - that might be where we get our latest information, if not from the road itself."   Garak suggested as he headed towards the carriage.
Athedia
Ren watched Alycie skip out of the room, her eyes narrowing.  "I am not part of some fools 'troop'."   She stood moving to follow and then had to lean on the wall to support herself.   "The Honest Quisling does have food though."   She looked for Porter, unsure exactly how to find the carriage from where they were and hoping rather desperately she would not have to wear the foul smelling bag again.
Millstone85
 "If she is so disposed, Sevanna might also point us to the road itself, be it the quickest or the one with the most talkative travellers." 
JNAProductions
 
 Originally Posted by Athedia 
 Ren watched Alycie skip out of the room, her eyes narrowing.  "I am not part of some fools 'troop'."   She stood moving to follow and then had to lean on the wall to support herself.   "The Honest Quisling does have food though."   She looked for Porter, unsure exactly how to find the carriage from where they were and hoping rather desperately she would not have to wear the foul smelling bag again. 
 

 "Agreed. Given that we're to be working together, I think we should disabuse her of the notion,"  Katherine says.  "For now, we work as equals-we all have our specialties and our weaknesses. We will be stronger as a group than alone." 
Lentrax
The driver looks to all of you and gives a slight impression of a bow. Slight, but noticeable. “Where’m I takin’ ya?” You provide your destination and then get into the carriage. Inside, you see no sign of the foul smelling hoods.

Instead a large leather sack is on the floor between the benches. Opening it, you see it is filled with gold.

A quick estimation, based on the weight of the sack, and the fact you see no silver, puts the estimated number of coins at over 600 gold pieces.
The Commander
  Garak Bloodhorn  

 
 Originally Posted by Lentrax 
  “Where’m I takin’ ya?” 
 

  "To the Honest Quisling."   Garak replied.


 
 Originally Posted by Lentrax 
 Instead a large leather sack is on the floor between the benches. Opening it, you see it is filled with gold.

A quick estimation, based on the weight of the sack, and the fact you see no silver, puts the estimated number of coins at over 600 gold pieces. 
 

  "Split equally is 120 gold pieces each. Enough for some extra equipment or healing potions should we wish to stock up before our mission."  

Garak begins to count out 120gp for himself and shoves them in his purse.
JNAProductions
 "I think it may make sense to split it, 100 pieces to each of us, and a further 100 for emergencies on any of our behalfs,"  Katherine says.  "Unless our 'leader' has any other ideas?"  she adds dryly, looking to Alycie.
Millstone85
 "Sooner or later, a leader is the only true cure for infighting. It could well be Alycie, if she ends up showing the most talent for leadership. In the meantime, I claim for myself 120 gold pieces."  Tanael says while doing the last part.
Athedia
 "Katherine has the right of it.  We need that money for bribes and camp.  Unless you wanted to pay all that out of your share?"   She hooked the bag with her foot and pulled it closer, not yet removing any money from it.  The temptation was there though, the same one she hand whenever in a crowded marketplace or standing near some rich fool.


She ground her teeth, focusing on watching the others reactions.
Millstone85
 "Democracy it is, then. Two votes for 120 gold each, two votes for 100 gold each except one person who will transport 200 instead. Ironically, Alycie has become our tiebreaker." 
The Commander
  Garak Bloodhorn  

 
 Originally Posted by Athedia 
  "Katherine has the right of it.  We need that money for bribes and camp.  Unless you wanted to pay all that out of your share?"  
 

  "We would all contribute to our squad's expenses. Tanael sees the situation clearly - one person would be carrying 200 gold to everyone else's 100. What if that person goes rogue? Or is killed? Or has their purse cut? It is much safer to distribute the gold equally amongst us."  
JNAProductions
 "Fair point, well made,"  Katherine says.  "I will change my vote to having each of us take an equal share, then." 
Athedia
 
 Originally Posted by The Commander 
   "We would all contribute to our squad's expenses. Tanael sees the situation clearly - one person would be carrying 200 gold to everyone else's 100. What if that person goes rogue? Or is killed? Or has their purse cut? It is much safer to distribute the gold equally amongst us."   
 


 
 Originally Posted by JNAProductions 
  "Fair point, well made,"  Katherine says.  "I will change my vote to having each of us take an equal share, then."  
 

 "If the lot of you can't keep a simple cutpurse at bay what are you doing here?"   But she kicked the bag back toward the center of the carriage.   "Fine, but I'll be counting mine out last.  Just in case."   She wanted to avoid carrying the money until she had to.  There was something uncomfortable about carrying that much, it was a risk.
Vozen
 "One rule of leadership, sometimes you have to let the mob decide for itself"  The wizard girl said from the sideline.  "...but really now, carrying around a spare 120 Gs should be fine so long as we don't scream it to the heavens. Best to not SPEND that gold casually though. Never know when you'll need bribes, illegal goods, disposable minions for hire, extravagantly expensive dresses, Alchemist's Fire in terrifying quantity, and other fun things to help. So no gambling with it unless you're really good at cheating." 
Lentrax
You return to the Quisling, and as you enter, Sevanna gives you the briefest of smiles before handing you each keys for the night.

As you retire for the night, your thoughts drift on the events of the day, and the enigmatic words of the Colonel.

You awaken in the morning to a gray, overcast sky that promises rain before the end of the day. And then you are reminded that the Quisling does not offer the greatest selections of food.
The Commander
  Garak Bloodhorn  

Garak awoke and began the process of putting on his armour. Once completed, he knelt in prayer to Hextor.   "Lord of War, Master of Battle, grant me your strength to crush my enemies this day, and the wisdom to shield my allies so that they may fight another day; until the day when you call me to your side to fight war eternal."  

With his morning prayers done, he headed down to the Quisling's common room. Although the selection of food at the Quisling wasn't fantastic, Garak was a soldier and had lived on campaign rations. To him, a home-cooked meal was a luxury that he didn't intend to pass up. He ordered whatever constituted a breakfast and began to eat, waiting for his companions.
Millstone85
Tanael had lied on his bed a handful of hours, feeling magical currents restore flesh and metal. He had then spent some time checking four runes assembled from his tools, considering whether he should dismantle some of them to make a different set of runes, but had ultimately left everything as it was. The rest of the night, he had looked through the Honest Quisling for anything ressembling a book or a map to occupy himself with. And as usual, he did not care for breakfast.
Athedia
Ren stumbled out of her room feeling like death warmed over.  For all she complained about not eating the day before she had lost her appetite on the way home.  Wether it was nerves or exhaustion she didn't know, sleep would solve hunger anyway.

Now it was morning she didn't care what food was on offer, it was there and it was unspoiled.  She collapsed in a seat next to Garak hissing out an order whatever they could bring out fastest. After a pause where she rubbed her temples to try to escape the headache she had woken up with she looked over at her new companion.

 "So... how does this work?  A group I mean." 
JNAProductions
Katherine sleeps soundly, unperturbed by the thoughts of what might be coming. She awakens with a hunger, as normal, and comes down.  "Something meaty, if you would,"  she asks for a meal.

She takes a moment and touches each of her companions that's there, spreading the protective chill along their bodies once again.  "We won't want to forget that,"  she comments.  "It'd be quite painful if you do." 
The Commander
  Garak Bloodhorn  

 
 Originally Posted by Athedia 
  "So... how does this work?  A group I mean."  
 

  "We watch each other's backs, we help each other, we fight together, and if necessary we die together."   Garak shot her a serious look before bursting into laughter, his armour bellowing smoke with each haughty chortle.   "Ah, but we shall not be the ones dying. Not if I have anything to do with it. I am Garak Bloodhorn, War Priest of Hextor. I heal my allies and destroy my enemies. So long as we are allies, your enemies are my enemies; so long as our interests align with our benefactor. Did you fight in the war at all?"  

 
 Originally Posted by JNAProductions 
 She takes a moment and touches each of her companions that's there, spreading the protective chill along their bodies once again.  "We won't want to forget that,"  she comments.  "It'd be quite painful if you do."  
 

  "My thanks. Katherine, wasn't it? I've heard stories of your reputation. It will be an honour to serve with you. Are you a servant of one of the Gods, or a wizard? I don't recognise your magic."  
Athedia
 
 Originally Posted by JNAProductions 
 Katherine sleeps soundly, unperturbed by the thoughts of what might be coming. She awakens with a hunger, as normal, and comes down.  "Something meaty, if you would,"  she asks for a meal.

She takes a moment and touches each of her companions that's there, spreading the protective chill along their bodies once again.  "We won't want to forget that,"  she comments.  "It'd be quite painful if you do."  
 

She shuddered a bit again at the chill but nodded in acknowledgement.   "I've seen." 

 
 Originally Posted by The Commander 
   "We watch each other's backs, we help each other, we fight together, and if necessary we die together."   Garak shot her a serious look before bursting into laughter, his armour bellowing smoke with each haughty chortle.   "Ah, but we shall not be the ones dying. Not if I have anything to do with it. I am Garak Bloodhorn, War Priest of Hextor. I heal my allies and destroy my enemies. So long as we are allies, your enemies are my enemies; so long as our interests align with our benefactor. Did you fight in the war at all?"   
 

That actually made Ren laugh as she looked at him incredoulously.   "Me?  In that?  Closest I got was almost being killed by some of the drunks on leave.  Traveller offering some incentive to change my life, I took the hint."   Some simple bread had been dropped off with some cold stew from the night before.  She tore chunks of the bread off and soaked it in the stew before eating it.

 "You did?"  She looked up at Garak, speaking between bites.
The Commander
  Garak Bloodhorn  

 
 Originally Posted by Athedia 
  "You did?"  She looked up at Garak, speaking between bites. 
 

Garak nodded.   "Corporal Bloodhorn, officially; but my friends call me Garak. I signed up for the army as soon as I could and the war followed shortly after. Almost like it was fate...."   He paused for a moment, looking into the distance, lost in thought.   "The Lord of Battle kept me safe, and now here I am. Tanael over there served too!"   Garak gestured over at the Artificer.   "The Lord of Battle kept him safe as well."  
Athedia
 
 Originally Posted by The Commander 
   Garak Bloodhorn  



Garak nodded.   "Corporal Bloodhorn, officially; but my friends call me Garak. I signed up for the army as soon as I could and the war followed shortly after. Almost like it was fate...."   He paused for a moment, looking into the distance, lost in thought.   "The Lord of Battle kept me safe, and now here I am. Tanael over there served too!"   Garak gestured over at the Artificer.   "The Lord of Battle kept him safe as well."   
 

 "What about the skippy one?  She serve?"   She might as well take the opportunity to get as much information from Garak before they left.
The Commander
  Garak Bloodhorn  

 
 Originally Posted by Athedia 
  "What about the skippy one?  She serve?"  
 

Garak let out a howl of laughter and slammed the table with his open palm, causing the cutlery to jump slightly.   "If little Alycie served, the war would have been over long ago!"   He laughed a little longer and then composed himself.   "If she did serve, I do not know it. She has an insatiable desire to make friends, so one day she just skipped up to me and struck up a conversation. It helps that we work for the same benefactor, of course."  
Athedia
 
 Originally Posted by The Commander 
 Garak let out a howl of laughter and slammed the table with his open palm, causing the cutlery to jump slightly.   "If little Alycie served, the war would have been over long ago!"   He laughed a little longer and then composed himself.   "If she did serve, I do not know it. She has an insatiable desire to make friends, so one day she just skipped up to me and struck up a conversation. It helps that we work for the same benefactor, of course."   
 

 "Friends?  That's... cute."  She mopped up the last of the stew finishing off the bread.   "Thank you though... for answering my questions." 
Vozen
 
 Originally Posted by The Commander 
   Garak Bloodhorn  

Garak let out a howl of laughter and slammed the table with his open palm, causing the cutlery to jump slightly.   "If little Alycie served, the war would have been over long ago!"   He laughed a little longer and then composed himself.   "If she did serve, I do not know it. She has an insatiable desire to make friends, so one day she just skipped up to me and struck up a conversation. It helps that we work for the same benefactor, of course."   
 

  Alycie  
 "You flatter me Garak."  Alycie said, now behind Garak holding a plate for herself with some bread and cooked eggs on it, missing a large portion of it at some point. She had not quite snuck up on Garak, but neither had she announced herself. Her clothes actually looked very clean, like fresh from the laundry room clean.

Sitting down, she went on.  "My skill alas are a bit less based on raw devastation, and more on subtly twisting the senses of others...for now. So most of my work was in some spy work and silver tongue usage. That, and having someone to poke around magic things who doesn't mind leaving the library but isn't some rare irreplaceable battle mage." 

With a smirk, she glanced at Garak.  "As for metal head over here, I approached for the potential meatshield and stayed for the upbeat vibes. Every good circus needs a strongman after all." 
Athedia
 
 Originally Posted by Vozen 
  "You flatter me Garak."  Alycie said, now behind Garak holding a plate for herself with some bread and cooked eggs on it, missing a large portion of it at some point. She had not quite snuck up on Garak, but neither had she announced herself. Her clothes actually looked very clean, like fresh from the laundry room clean.

Sitting down, she went on.  "My skill alas are a bit less based on raw devastation, and more on subtly twisting the senses of others...for now. So most of my work was in some spy work and silver tongue usage. That, and having someone to poke around magic things who doesn't mind leaving the library but isn't some rare irreplaceable battle mage." 

With a smirk, she glanced at Garak.  "As for metal head over here, I approached for the potential meatshield and stayed for the upbeat vibes. Every good circus needs a strongman after all."  
 

 "Interesting.  It seems my skills overlap with your tricks and his.  Redunancy."   Ren pushed her bowl aside, uncomfortable at the fact most everyone was still eating.   "So the plan?  Town first or one of the outlying leaders?" 
Vozen
 
 Originally Posted by Athedia 
  "Interesting.  It seems my skills overlap with your tricks and his.  Redunancy."   Ren pushed her bowl aside, uncomfortable at the fact most everyone was still eating.   "So the plan?  Town first or one of the outlying leaders?"  
 

  Alycie  
 "Town for sure."  Alycie said between bites of egg.  "We need a good foothold and a place to fall back to if things go south. Taking it first should make the rest of our job easier." 
Millstone85
If Corporal Garak Musher-Forking Bloodhorn had been in the war? That made Tanael quietly chuckle.

 "Yes, let's see what the town has to offer." 
The Commander
  Garak Bloodhorn  

 
 Originally Posted by Vozen 
  "You flatter me Garak."   
 

Garak turned in his seat.   "Ah, little Alycie, good morning!"  

 
 Originally Posted by Vozen 
  "As for metal head over here, I approached for the potential meatshield and stayed for the upbeat vibes. Every good circus needs a strongman after all."  
 

Garak paused from eating to flex comedically.


 
 Originally Posted by Vozen 
  "Town for sure."  Alycie said between bites of egg.  "We need a good foothold and a place to fall back to if things go south. Taking it first should make the rest of our job easier."  
 

  "We should speak with travellers and traders at least for the latest information. Although, you mention 'taking' the town. I don't believe that was part of our mission. But I'm curious as to what you suggest."  

Garak stood from the table and walked over to the bar. If he could see Sevanna, he went to her, otherwise he went to whoever was serving currently and asked:   "Good morning! My companions and I have business that takes us through the Salvaen Woods. Has there been much news of the area as of late? I heard rumours there were bandits there!"  
Lentrax
The morning bartender is a scrawny half-orc man with a tattoo poking out from the collar of his shirt.

"Eh. Ain't heard much from the woods of recent. Course, as you know, most of our clientele don't often leave the city."

He holds a glass up to the light coming in through a window, inspecting it before going back to polishing the glass. "You could try asking about in the Merchant's Quarter, there's where most of the traders stay."

You know the Merchant's Quarter. The part of town that has more foreign markets than the other sections of town, and is also home to the highly bureaucratic Merchant's Guild.
Millstone85
 "There is an idea, thank you. Also, would now be a good time to see Sevanna or should we come back later?" 
The Commander
  Garak Bloodhorn  
  "The Merchant Quarter is a great place to start."   Garak agreed.

With his meal finished and business at the Quisling concluded for himself, Garak stood by the door and waited for his companions before heading into town with them.
Millstone85
 "There he goes, just wandering off. He walks in such a straight line! Uh oh, wait a minute... He is coming upon a group of tavern patrons. Is he gonna go around? Nope, right through the group.

Alright then, we might as well catch up to him." 

Tanael too made his way to the door.
JNAProductions
Having devoured a full plate of meat, Katherine stands and heads next to Garak.  "I don't have any connections in the Merchants' Quarter-I tend not to truck with the wealthy. I don't suppose any of you do?" 
Millstone85
 "After the war, I came to the capital to study leatherworking, metalworking and all things armor. That sometimes brought me to Merchant's Quarter. If things haven't moved too much, I should still recognize a few faces. I am more worried about them not recognizing me, as I used to be rather hirsute.

The place also has a large part of the city watch assigned to it, plus it is a meeting point for caravan guards among which many have been soldiers. Garak and I could find some old brothers and sisters in arms." 
Athedia
 "I can get you there fast, I know the city well. And I can try and catch some of the ears around there.   I'll need smaller coin though.  Offer them gold and they will make up what they think you want to hear." 
The Commander
  Garak Bloodhorn  

 
 Originally Posted by Athedia 
  "I'll need smaller coin though.  Offer them gold and they will make up what they think you want to hear."  
 

  "I'm sure you could exchange some silver, or copper, with the bar."  
Athedia
Ren sighed and got up going to exchange some of the gold she had gained.  Anyone observing could see she that while a fair amount was tucked into the money pouch at her side the rest was hidden away in pockets or a pouch she was quick to rehide under her shirt.

 "So, wanna get there quick?  I do know the fast way." 
 
 Spoiler 
Going to exchange 2 gold for 15 silver and 50 copper.  Money gets silly if you think to much about it.

Also urchin background means I can navigate the city faster so offering to take people that way
 
The Commander
  Garak Bloodhorn  

 
 Originally Posted by Athedia 
  "So, wanna get there quick?  I do know the fast way."  
 

  "Please, lead on."  
Athedia
 
 Originally Posted by The Commander 
   Garak Bloodhorn  
  "Please, lead on."   
 

Ren waits for anyone joining her to finish their meals and gather their items together and then takes off expecting anyone traveling with her to follow.
Lentrax
The Merchant Quarter is loud and boisterous. People are moving and shouting, calling out their wares and deals.

It takes time, but after an hour of asking through the Quarter, you are finally pointed to a shop being run by Allyna Valgwyn, a merchant who is said to be from Gerolth, beyond the woods. And she is said to have arrived back in town less than a week ago.

You step into her shop, and into what feels like a cramped living room. Decorations and hangings cover the walls, and the shelves are lined with jars, pots, and odds and ends with labels for almost anything you could think of.

Behind one of the counters are a collection of weapons, spears, swords, and a couple of bows. But so far, no sign of the owner.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 
If there is anything you all want to do, shopping or anything, you can do so on your way to the shop or wait. Up to you all.
 
The Commander
  Garak Bloodhorn  
 (Garak doesn't need to buy anything) 

Seeing the weapons on display, Garak moved to inspect them. Were they good quality? Did they bear any markings or insignias of previous owners? Etc.

 (Garak will Investigate the weapons - [roll]1d20+[/roll]) - Goofed that up, rerolling in OOC chat 
Millstone85
 
 Originally Posted by The Commander 
 Rerolling the Investigation check - (1d20+0)[2]

Ah yes, these weapons are made out of weapon! 
 

Tanael saw Garak give the weapons a puzzled look.

 "Such a display always gets one's imagination running, doesn't it Sir? Do these weapons have history and, in my opinion more importantly, do they show signs of magical properties?"  
 Spoiler: Arcana Check 
 (1d20+5)[ 8 ]  to look for magic weapons.

Proficiency with smith's tools can give advantage on Arcana checks when examining metal objects, such as weapons (XGtE pages 78 and 84). If you allow this, here is the second roll:
 (1d20+5)[ 21 ] 
 
 "Which reminds me that we might have need of the  identify  spell on our journey  or when we find the bandits' booty . I have knowledge of this spell but... Alycie, my fellow arcanist, I don't suppose you happen to own a pearl worth 100 gp or more? Perhaps that would be something for the two of us, or the whole party, to invest in?" 
Athedia
 "If they do have properties like that I suggest being very careful.  I would hope the owner was not stupid enough to leave them unwatched and unwarded."   Ren ignored the weapons and poked at the items lining the shelves, trying to make out the text on the labels.

 
 Spoiler: Investigation Check 
 (1d20+2)[ 6 ]  Looking if anything stands out among the pots/odds and ends
 
Lentrax
None of the weapons give off a magical aura, and none of them have any identifying markings on them. They also do not appear to be arranged in any specific order, except that it allows more to be displayed at once.

Ren, going through the jars on the wall sees labels of many common herbs in so many various methods of preparation. Powders, tinctures, whole leaf, shredded, cubed... but nothing exotic. All of it is common enough that you don't wonder why it is sitting in the open.

After a couple of minutes of poking around, you hear a door in the rear open up, and a silver haired elven woman comes in, her back to you as she pushes the door open with her back, both hands occupied holding a crate that seems to be causing her to struggle. As she turns around, she gives a small start to see people in her shop. She almost drops her crate, but manages to lift it up to set it on a counter.

She then brushes her hands off on her dark blue dress and gives you a smile.

"Hello," she says in a clear, lilting voice. "How can I help you?"
The Commander
  Garak Bloodhorn  

OOC: (Actually, Garak needs a Tent to sleep in, I should get that! Is that something you need us to roleplay or can I just pay book price for it and be on my way?)

Garak tore himself away from the weapons to approach the counter.

  "Good morning, shopkeep! My name is Garak. My group and I have business that takes us through the Salvaen Woods and I was hoping you'd be kind enough to appraise us as to travel conditions - we understand you recently travelled through there. We have heard rumours that bandits have taken up residence, and we would like to be prepared."   Garak eyed the heavy crate. Even though it was not appropriate in this moment, he felt compelled to demonstrate his strength.   "Do you require any assistance moving this crate? It would give me great pleasure to assist you."  
JNAProductions
Katherine casts her gaze around the store, seeing if any auras appear.

When the shopkeep enters, she prepares to speak, but Garak beats her to it. When he offers to use his muscles, she chuckles a little.  "He's certainly strong enough to help with ease, ma'am." 
 
 Spoiler: OOC 
Magical Insight will reveal to me what magical trinkets lay about!

Probably nothing in this shop, but hey.
 
Millstone85
Though Tanael had just asked something to Alycie, that conversation would have to happen later as they were now in the presence of the shopkeeper.

Seeing that Garak and Katherine had set things to a good start, Tanael simply gave a polite nod for now.
Lentrax
 
 Originally Posted by The Commander 
   Garak Bloodhorn  

OOC: (Actually, Garak needs a Tent to sleep in, I should get that! Is that something you need us to roleplay or can I just pay book price for it and be on my way?)

Garak tore himself away from the weapons to approach the counter.

  "Good morning, shopkeep! My name is Garak. My group and I have business that takes us through the Salvaen Woods and I was hoping you'd be kind enough to appraise us as to travel conditions - we understand you recently travelled through there. We have heard rumours that bandits have taken up residence, and we would like to be prepared."   Garak eyed the heavy crate. Even though it was not appropriate in this moment, he felt compelled to demonstrate his strength.   "Do you require any assistance moving this crate? It would give me great pleasure to assist you."   
 

“Oh, no,” she says at the offer to move the crate. It’s more awkward than cumbersome, and I can just unload it now that I have it out from the back. Sweet to ask though, tough guy.”


 
 Originally Posted by JNAProductions 
 Katherine casts her gaze around the store, seeing if any auras appear.

When the shopkeep enters, she prepares to speak, but Garak beats her to it. When he offers to use his muscles, she chuckles a little.  "He's certainly strong enough to help with ease, ma'am." 
 
 Spoiler: OOC 
Magical Insight will reveal to me what magical trinkets lay about!

Probably nothing in this shop, but hey.
 
 
 

Katherine sweeps her gaze around, but nothing in the open catches her magical gaze, but she does sense a few small auras, three under the counter that Allyna set the crate on, as well as one beneath her dress, near her heart.

“So, you mentioned the woods. A big, tough guy like you asking about bandits? I doubt it would be much trouble for you, Tough Guy, but, aye, there’s some that have taken to stopping wayward travelers. But I don’t know how many there are. Can’t be many, since I made the trip myself, just me and my wagon.”

Since no one has asked to see anything, she decides to keep herself occupied by opening the crate and starting to remove the objects within. Mostly trinkets and odds and ends, but there is also incense, quills, ink, and rolled up parchment in all sorts of various colors.

“Why, you thinking of going camping, Tough Guy? Bet you are the sort to have to keep his own pot of stew just to feed yourself, eh? Keep your share of the food.”
The Commander
  Garak Bloodhorn  

 
 Originally Posted by Lentrax 
 “So, you mentioned the woods. A big, tough guy like you asking about bandits? I doubt it would be much trouble for you, Tough Guy, but, aye, there’s some that have taken to stopping wayward travelers. But I don’t know how many there are. Can’t be many, since I made the trip myself, just me and my wagon.”

“Why, you thinking of going camping, Tough Guy? Bet you are the sort to have to keep his own pot of stew just to feed yourself, eh? Keep your share of the food.” 
 

  "So there are relatively few bandits? I was worried that perhaps some old soldiers had taken up banditry now that the war is over. But from what you say, it sounds like the bandits aren't murdering scores of travellers; and may even be allowing simple folk to pass unmolested."   Garak paused before continuing.   "I enjoy the great outdoors, yes. And I find myself in need of a tent for myself; and perhaps some for my companions as well."   Garak gestured at the others.   "Tell me, do you have such equipment for sale? Would you recommend any other equipment for travelling through the woods?"  
Lentrax
“Bah,” Allyna scoffs as she pulls another jar from the crate, this one labeled “Moonstone, Powdered”.

“Soldiers from the war? Most of them went off to join mercenary companies. Make coin by selling their swords.”

She eyes the minotaur’s armor. “Same as you’re likely doing, mm?”

She puts down her things, and gives her shop a critical eye. Then she puts up a hand and crooks her fingers, beckoning to the shelves. At her silent command, objects begin flying from the shelves and landing in a neat pile on the open counter to the right. Flint and steel, water skins, three bedrolls, and two coils of tough looking, sturdy rope.

“Let’s see…” she says, pointing at more objects. “A tent. No. Not that one, the other.” The largest object so far falling back down with a puff of dust, and another canvas sack, larger than the first, lifted from next to it, floating over to the counter.

She eyes each of you in turn. “Looks like a couple of you have talent for magic. I have all kinds of components as well, if you need anything particular.”

 
 Spoiler: OOC 
Everything that is non-magical in the PHB is available, except for mounts.

Generic spellcasting components can be bought, by amount of gp needed for spells. Consumables need to be asked for and I will randomly determine their availability.
 
JNAProductions
 "That's a good little display,"  Katherine comments.  "If you have any restorative potions, I would like to purchase one." 
Lentrax
"I do happen have two," Allyna says, walking over to the counter Katherine felt the magic auras coming from. She reaches under it, and you hear the sound of wood scraping open as she opens something, either a drawer or a door, you can't be sure.

But she stands back up a moment later, holding a small lockbox. She presses a finger on the glowing rune in the center and it flares for a moment, then fades to invisibility. She then opens the box on its hinges, revealing two bottles laying on a pastel blue taffeta cushion, the red liquid within glinting in the light.

Katherine's magic sight confirms that these potions are indeed two of the auras she detected under the counter, but they do not tell her if they are what the woman claims them to be.
The Commander
  Garak Bloodhorn  

 
 Originally Posted by Lentrax 
 She eyes the minotaur’s armor. “Same as you’re likely doing, mm?” 
 

  "Clearly nothing escapes your gaze, shopkeep."   Chuckled Garak; ducking slightly to allow the objects to fly about it.

  "I will take the tent, and your other restorative."   Garak paused for a moment.   "If my other companions also require tents or other equipment, or components, perhaps we can come to a deal?"   The question was asked both to his companions and the shopkeeper; indicating that he was more than happy for a more silver-tongued ally to step in should they feel better at haggling.
JNAProductions
 "We are planning this expedition with care... Miss Allyna, we've been living the city life a little too long-we need to stock back up for the wilds. I think that, for such a large purchase, including two rather expensive potions, we should be able to earn at least a little discount, for the bulk movement of goods,"  Katherine says.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 
Persuasion Check, if needed:

 (1d20+5)[ 12 ] 
 (1d20+5)[ 20 ]  with (Dis)Advantage if appropriate, such as if you count Garak's words as help.
 
Lentrax
“We might be able to work something out. It will all depend on everything you need,” the merchant replies.

And while Garak’s back was turned she gives the Minotaur a meaningful look that does not escape Katherine’s notice.

“And what you are willing to pay.”
Millstone85
Tanael didn't notice the meaningful look. Even so, the shopkeeper had been saying "tough guy" a lot.

 "Our little mobile village needs only accommodate four people as, for my part, I am fine without a tent. But we had just started discussing a component for a spell, when you arrived. Would you happen to sell a pearl adequate for a caster to identify magic items?

We have gold, of course. But should you need a tough guy, and his companions, to do something for you near or in the Salvaen Woods, that can also be discussed." 
Athedia
 "Bandit's wouldn't just kill, they operate off threat of action.  However, it does appear your path was blessed if you encountered no difficulties."   Ren gave up looking through the components, none were of any real use for her currently.   "So if one so blessed did have some extra travel supplies,  I  would like to purchase some.  A bedroll, pack and small tent if you can." 
Lentrax
"Let me see..." Allyna says, pulling the various items to her. She goes over them, assessing their conditions, and listing out prices.

"Tents for five, that's 10 crowns, mmm, bedrolls, another 5. Oh, no, not that one. hole in the bottom."

She gets another one, and then goes on. "A waterskin for everyone, that is another crown, the two potions, eighty total for those. A good flint and steel, another crown for that."

"And packs. One for everyone, another ten crowns... That is a hundred total, but you are taking quite a bit of stock at once, so a bulk discount... mmm... let's call it 90 crowns."

She then looks behind the counter for a minute.

"Ah! Here we are. This pearl should do. A hundred crowns for it."

 
 Spoiler: A note on currency 
This will be edited into the OOC thread.

But I like to provide more names for coins than just gold pieces.

I tend to call gp 'crowns' and pp as 'sovereigns.' Silver I will often just refer to as silver.
 
JNAProductions
Katherine weighs the odds of getting a further discount vs. making her rescind the 10% off, and settles on that savings being enough.  "I think that sounds fair. How much additional for the restoratives?" 
 
 Spoiler: OOC 
That'd be 18 GP from each of us, then an additional 50 from me and Garak for the healing pots.

Right?
 
The Commander
  Garak Bloodhorn  

Garak counted out the 18 crowns and placed them on the counter. He strapped the tent to his pack and popped the restorative potion inside the pack.

  "My thanks, shopkeep."   He said.
Lentrax
"No problem, Tough Guy." Allyna takes the coins and deposits them into the now empty lockbox. She snaps the lid shut, and the rune begins glowing again.

"So... When are you planning on leaving town?"
JNAProductions
 "Soon,"  Katherine replies.  "We've stopped to gear up, and that's about it." 
Athedia
 "Enough.  She doesn't need to hear everything."   Ren was distinctly unhappy as she pulled extracted her hidden coin pouch and counted out the money.   "Her journey to the city may have been blessed, but she may also have a wandering tongue."   She counted out the money for her items before pausing and rather more aggressively counting out the money to cover the potions.
Lentrax
"Only for the right person, darling." She winks at Garak.
Vozen
Alycie seems happy to watch the others deal with the shopping as she observes what is being said.
Millstone85
Tanael tried to affect a joking tone but put very little effort in it.

 "Excuse me everyone but I do believe I just mentioned not needing a tent. Plus, as you can see, I have a backpack and yes I am already weighted down by a bedroll, a waterskin and all the basics.

Also, 2 crowns for a single-person tent? Are you perhaps also trying to sell me a 50-crown pearl for double its value?" 
Lentrax
The playful manner leaves. Allyna snaps her fingers and objects stop moving. With a wave of her hand things start leaving the counter, and she opens the lockbox and removes the coins inside.

“Well. Since we are apparently not done negotiating, my price is now one hundred and ten crowns. And the pearl is no longer for sale.”

She gives Tanael a serious look. “Would you care to inspect the merchandise before continuing your bargaining?”
Millstone85
This time, Tanael gave a genuine laugh.

 "And what merchandise is left for me to inspect? The cumbersome junk I didn't and still don't want, or the item that is no longer for sale? It is no wonder this place was empty when we arrived. Thank you for the telekinetic show, though.

Guys, I will wait for you outside." 

And, with that, Tanael left.
Athedia
Ren pinched her nose, she might be annoyed at spending so much but that was the game.  You over pay for things in a hurry, and to keep the storekeepers mouth shut.

 "Please ignore our... acrimonious companion.  I am sure you can tell he doesn't get out much.  As for us, those in need of protection from the elements and cooked food at night were satisfied with the agreement. I understand the reasons for the cost and can guarantee we will not be letting him share our tents or the fire.  We simply wish to be able to return one day and these items will assist in that. I am even willing to place a custom order now to ensure future business." 

She tried to make sure her holy symbol was visible around her neck and tried to stand as tall as she could.
Lentrax
“Going to leave your friends in the mess you made?” Allyna says, as Tanael begins to walk out.

“I think not,” she says, snapping her fingers again.

As she does so, the door slams shut and you hear the bolt slam home. “I think you had better stay and see what happens next. Don’t you?“
Lentrax
 
 Originally Posted by Athedia 
 Ren pinched her nose, she might be annoyed at spending so much but that was the game.  You over pay for things in a hurry, and to keep the storekeepers mouth shut.

 "Please ignore our... acrimonious companion.  I am sure you can tell he doesn't get out much.  As for us, those in need of protection from the elements and cooked food at night were satisfied with the agreement. I understand the reasons for the cost and can guarantee we will not be letting him share our tents or the fire.  We simply wish to be able to return one day and these items will assist in that. I am even willing to place a custom order now to ensure future business." 

She tried to make sure her holy symbol was visible around her neck and tried to stand as tall as she could. 
 

“My dear,” she says in response, her eyes still on Tanael. “You are free, of course, to do as you wish, but I would advise you to not enter into agreements just to make one shopkeeper slightly less irate.”
Millstone85
Tanael stopped walking and turned around.

 "Don't leave before the show is over or the stage is on fire, I get it? Very well, let's see what does happen next." 
Athedia
 
 Originally Posted by Lentrax 
 “My dear,” she says in response, her eyes still on Tanael. “You are free, of course, to do as you wish, but I would advise you to not enter into agreements just to make one shopkeeper slightly less irate.” 
 

 "I do not currently believe I am in a  shop  any longer ma'am.  It being that you have locked the doors and seem to mean to keep us.  I was simply noting that you had a supply of various herbs and powders and was hoping that you could procure a certain tea for me."

"I am also inclined to believe that as someone who felt unthreatened traveling through the woods alone, and willing to lock 5 armed individuals in your shop that  you  are also not some mere shopkeeper.  Either that or you are far more foolish than I had taken you."   Good, things were getting messy.  She didn't have to fight with petty irritation anymore, these emotions were far easier to push down and ignore.
Lentrax
"You are right. You are no longer in a shop, because my establishment is closed to you now."

Allyna smiles at the implications of Ren's final statement. "That is, of course, your opinion. But also recall that I was perfectly willing to answer your questions, sell you the goods you have asked for, and offer you a good price for them. In return, I have been insulted, and my reputation sullied. I think that I am entitled to a bit of overreaction, don't you?"

Her head tilts to the side. "Now. Place the things back on the counter, or the floor, I don't care which. Then you can take your coin back, and I will unlock the doors. Everyone gets to walk away."
Athedia
 "No.  I think such an overreaction is beneath you."   Ren unstrapped the pack and dropped it and the items on the floor.  She counted out her money from the counter and then looked Allyna over, holding eye contact for a brief second to long before stepping back from the counter and rehiding her coin.

 
 Spoiler: Insight 
 (1d20+5)[ 17 ]  Trying to get a read on her
 
Millstone85
Tanael has nothing to drop or take back. He just stands where he is, trying to sustain Allyna's stare.

 
 Spoiler: Intimidation Check 
 (1d20+4)[ 8 ]  to appear unfazed.
 
Millstone85
Tanael has in fact been disconcerted by the shopkeeper's apparent display of magical might.

He tries to find strength in having seen much scarier beings in Acheron.

 
 Spoiler: Knowledge from a Past Life 
An additional  (1d6)[ 5 ]  on the previous check.
 
Lentrax
 
 Originally Posted by Athedia 
  "No.  I think such an overreaction is beneath you."   Ren unstrapped the pack and dropped it and the items on the floor.  She counted out her money from the counter and then looked Allyna over, holding eye contact for a brief second to long before stepping back from the counter and rehiding her coin.

 
 Spoiler: Insight 
[roll0] Trying to get a read on her
 
 
 

So far, she has been honest with you. You do not get the idea that she was attempting to deceive you in any way, and in fact, she seems genuinely hurt.


 
 Originally Posted by Millstone85 
 Tanael has in fact been disconcerted by the shopkeeper's apparent display of magical might.

He tries to find strength in having seen much scarier beings in Acheron.

 
 Spoiler: Knowledge from a Past Life 
An additional [roll0] on the previous check.
 
 
 

If she is disconcerted, it does not show on her face or change her expression.
The Commander
  Garak Bloodhorn  

Garak quietly admired the shopkeeper's courage at locking him and his companions inside her shop and threatening them - she wasn't afraid of the confrontation and seemed prepared to follow through with her intentions.

Despite the tense situation, Garak remained jovial. He did not move to take his coin back, or return the items he had taken.   "You have fire within you, Allyna Valgwyn."   He said, using her full name to emphasize his sincerity. He casually pulled his warhammer off of his belt (free action) and slipped his shield into his other hand (main action). The proud symbol of Hextor emblazoned on the shield almost seemed to hum in anticipation for combat.

  "Your shop will soon have at least one corpse in it."  
Athedia
As Garak spoke Ren slowly moved backward, hoping he was enough of a distraction to let her disappear a little. She reached behind her to try to slip the bolt and unlock the door praying that she could be quiet enough.  She really didn't like the sound of 'at least one'.

 
 Spoiler: Rolls 
Stealth  (1d20+4)[ 20 ] 

Sleight of Hand  (1d20+4)[ 9 ] 
 
Lentrax
 
 Originally Posted by The Commander 
   Garak Bloodhorn  

Garak quietly admired the shopkeeper's courage at locking him and his companions inside her shop and threatening them - she wasn't afraid of the confrontation and seemed prepared to follow through with her intentions.

Despite the tense situation, Garak remained jovial. He did not move to take his coin back, or return the items he had taken.   "You have fire within you, Allyna Valgwyn."   He said, using her full name to emphasize his sincerity. He casually pulled his warhammer off of his belt (free action) and slipped his shield into his other hand (main action). The proud symbol of Hextor emblazoned on the shield almost seemed to hum in anticipation for combat.

  "Your shop will soon have at least one corpse in it."   
 

"You don't have to say things like that. Like I said. Just take your money and go. My establishment is closed to you now."

At her second speaking of the words, Katherine notices a hum in the air. She doesn't know what it is, but she knows it to be conjuration magic of some kind along with some form of evocation.


 
 Originally Posted by Athedia 
 As Garak spoke Ren slowly moved backward, hoping he was enough of a distraction to let her disappear a little. She reached behind her to try to slip the bolt and unlock the door praying that she could be quiet enough.  She really didn't like the sound of 'at least one'.

 
 Spoiler: Rolls 
Stealth [roll0]

Sleight of Hand [roll1]
 
 
 

Ren reaches the door, quiet as a mouse. The door unlocks easily, and she is standing in an open doorway.
Athedia
 
 Originally Posted by Lentrax 
 "You don't have to say things like that. Like I said. Just take your money and go. My establishment is closed to you now."

At her second speaking of the words, Katherine notices a hum in the air. She doesn't know what it is, but she knows it to be conjuration magic of some kind along with some form of evocation.

Ren reaches the door, quiet as a mouse. The door unlocks easily, and she is standing in an open doorway. 
 

Ren stepped outside, bracing herself for the door to swing back shut.  She muttered a quick prayer while bowing her head and then looked back up her eyes blood red.  As she spoke her voice was far louder than it had been at any other point.    "Corporal, withdraw.  We have far more important work.  Do not try to win the battle just to lose the war."  
 
 Spoiler: OOC 
Garak would 100% recognize she is using thaumaturgy right now since he discussed it previously.  Whether anyone else does is up to them.
 


She would at least hold the door for Katherine and the Alycie, neither of them had been spoiling for the fight.  For Garak and Thaneal it depended how well they took to her instructions.
Millstone85
 "Sir, I believe our friend just alerted all of Merchant's Quarter."  Tanael exaggerates.

 "We should accept that oh-so-generous offer to leave." 
The Commander
  Garak Bloodhorn  

 
 Originally Posted by Lentrax 
 "You don't have to say things like that." 
 


 
 Originally Posted by Athedia 
   "Corporal, withdraw. We have far more important work. Do not try to win the battle just to lose the war."   
 


 
 Originally Posted by Millstone85 
  "Sir, I believe our friend just alerted all of Merchant's Quarter. We should accept that oh-so-generous offer to leave."  
 

Words. Words had the power to affect action. But these words held little sway over Garak now - he had been challenged and an answer was demanded of him. He gripped the shaft of his warhammer tightly as smoke began to billow violently from the joints in his armour. His thigh muscles tensed, ready to charge, and, almost subconsciously, he angled his horns ever so slightly downward; ready to skewer the shopkeep. The beat of his heart was a war drum calling him to fight and his blood boiled with adrenaline. Someone would die here. It would be glorious.

And then, a set of new words crossed Garak's mind.


 
 Originally Posted by Lentrax 
  "You have served me well for many years. Service has a price, and you have borne yours proudly. But a greater price will soon be asked, and you must decide if you are willing to pay it."  
 

Garak exhaled long and hard, causing the smoke billowing around his helm to puff out in a cloud. Was this part of the 'greater price' he had to pay in service to the Colonel? He didn't know. Slowly, he sheathed his warhammer and shield. He removed the equipment he had attempted to purchase and placed it on the counter carefully, before gently taking his money back. He didn't say a word to the shopkeep, or to anyone, instead turning his back on her and marching out of the door.
Millstone85
Tanael follows behind Garak, hoping to the Nine that Allyna would know better than to close that door on him again.
JNAProductions
Katherine makes her departure, walking through the held-open door. She waits just outside, glaring holes into Tanael's skull.
Lentrax
As the last of you leaves the building, there is a sudden, blinding flash from behind you, followed by a loud  whump . Then a massive cloud of smoke comes from the building.

When you turn to look, there is no shop, just a barren, empty shell of a room.
Millstone85
 "Oookay, that explains why she had no trouble with the bandits. Never had to go through the woods or any other place between here and Gerolth, if that's even where she is from." 
Athedia
Rens voice and appearance were back to normal now.  "And she will without doubt remember us in the future. I should have known not to trust your type would behave."  She took a deep breath and held out hands to Katherine and Alycie.

 "I at least still need to find supplies for the trip.  You can come with me, we can meet  them  at the gates."  
Millstone85
 "And what type are you, then? The one that buys whatever crap a merchant puts in front of them as she already starts counting her money? Why, in the vain hope that she will suddenly stop being evasive? And then you offer her more money the moment she uses her spells against us, which she rightly mocked you for. By the Hells one to nine, don't you dare pretend to look down on me while you wiggle in the mud!" 
JNAProductions
 "You made us an unnecessary enemy. You'd be wise to shut up before your mouth causes any more trouble,"  Katherine says to Tanael.
Athedia
 "That's really all you had?"   Ren raised a dispassionate eyebrow at Taneal.   "We would have left with supplies and been on the road by now."   Assuming Alycie was on the road with them she stepped away from the door letting it fall shut on the now empty room.  She once again offered a hand to Katherine and Alycie to follow her before turning and going to look for another merchant to get supplies from.


 
 Spoiler: OOC 
Want to give others space to interact, she is offering to help guide Katherine and Alycie so I figure if they follow, then the follow, if not she had mentioned she would meet everyone by the gates when we are ready to leave.  (Assuming there is a main road out of the city).  She would still like to pick up basic supplies like a pack, tent, bedroll and some water/rations.
 
JNAProductions
Katherine does not take Alycie's hand, but does move to go with her.
The Commander
  Garak Bloodhorn  

Garak turned to Tanael.   "That's enough, Lance Corporal!"   He bellowed at the Artificer.

  "We are allies with a common cause. We must start working as a team! If we cannot even manage to buy supplies without fracturing, then we stand no chance in combat!"   He declared to the group.

He sighed, trying to release the built-up tension in his muscles.

  "If you are dead set on shopping without us, then I would request the purchase of a suitable tent for myself. I need no other supplies. Despite whatever your personal feelings towards me may be, I would be less effective in combat if I struggle to sleep whilst it is raining, for example. As a show of trust, and a desire to work together, you make take all of my gold with which to buy whatever you need."  

Garak offers out his purse. (There's 140gp inside if you take it)
Athedia
 
 Originally Posted by The Commander 
   Garak Bloodhorn  

Garak turned to Tanael.   "That's enough, Lance Corporal!"   He bellowed at the Artificer.

  "We are allies with a common cause. We must start working as a team! If we cannot even manage to buy supplies without fracturing, then we stand no chance in combat!"   He declared to the group.

He sighed, trying to release the built-up tension in his muscles.

  "If you are dead set on shopping without us, then I would request the purchase of a suitable tent for myself. I need no other supplies. Despite whatever your personal feelings towards me may be, I would be less effective in combat if I struggle to sleep whilst it is raining, for example. As a show of trust, and a desire to work together, you make take all of my gold with which to buy whatever you need."  

Garak offers out his purse. (There's 140gp inside if you take it) 
 

Ren took the purse feeling the weight of it.  She made a movement to stash it away before stopping herself.  Instead she counted out a couple crowns before pausing and taking in the size of Garak and adding another few to the pile in her hand.  "I won't be bargaining down any prices for you but I can't assume damp minotaur is exactly the best smell."   She handed back the purse.   "You will get the excess back."   ((OOC: She is taking 5 of the gold.))
Millstone85
For a moment, Tanael looks like a wind-up toy that has come fully unwound. When he starts giving signs of life again, he yet remains silent.
Vozen
Breaking her silence, Alycie pats Tanael on the shoulder.  "We can't all be social butterflies. We'll work on it. It was an interesting show though." 
 "Meow!"  a voice from above interrupts, and Alyce pauses and removes her hand while glances up at a street lamp. Spotting what looked like a black cat with white spots, and a pare of wings, looking down at her.
 
"Ah, Orion, I see you've finally decided to show up. I certainly hope your day was eventful. Drawn in by the ruckus I take it?"  She comments with hands on her hips as the creature flies down to land beside her.

 "Well, that could have gone a little better, but the show needs to go on. Does anyone else have a direction, or shall I decide?" 
Athedia
 "Come with me or stay with them, it matters little."   Ren stashed Garak's coin away then looked at the strange cat curiously.   "You are aware we are going to be in dangerous situations.  Are you sure you want to bring a pet?" 
 
 Spoiler: OOC 
I am happy to handwave the shopping bit.  If you just want to let me know the prices for a tent for Garak and then a tent, some rations and a bedroll for me.
 
Vozen
Alycie actually laughed at that.  “If something comes along that can kill Orion AND keep him dead, then we’re all doomed anyway. Plus, he can see invisible things, never know when you’ll need that.” 
Athedia
 
 Originally Posted by Vozen 
 Alycie actually laughed at that.  “If something comes along that can kill Orion AND keep him dead, then we’re all doomed anyway. Plus, he can see invisible things, never know when you’ll need that.”  
 

 "Interesting."   Ren stared at the strange cat for a few more seconds before turning on her heel and leaving.   "I will meet you by the gates." 
JNAProductions
Katherine procures a bedroll and tent, and meets the others at the gate.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 
-3 GP.
 
Lentrax
You meet each other at the gate.

The day has not quite reached midday, and you estimate you have at least five hours before twilight, and six before darkness fully falls. You set out and pass a crossroad you now recognize as leading toward the Colonel’s manor.

The roads this close to the regional capital of Peleth are supposedly safe of bandits, thieves and other dangers, but you still maintain your alert caution.

You’ve travelled for about an hour when you come across an abandoned wagon, the charred wooden frame laying on its side just off the road.
JNAProductions
She approaches the burnt wagon, eyes flicking from piece to piece.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 
 (1d20+2)[ 14 ]  Perception check, for anything alive still.
Magical Insight, for any auras.
 (1d20+4)[ 6 ]  Arcana, to identify what the auras (if any) might be. I will, if allowed, use Passive Arcana of 14 instead of whatever the roll is, regardless of if it's higher or lower.
 
The Commander
  Garak Bloodhorn  

Garak had graciously taken the tent and the remaining gold back from Ren. His mood was beginning to improve again, now that they were underway. There was a catharsis in marching with allies towards a mission.

As they approached the burnt wagon, Garak pulled pieces of the charred wood aside, hoping to investigate what, or who, the wagon may have carried.

 
 Spoiler 

Garak will investigate the wreck - Investigation:  (1d20+0)[ 4 ] 
 
Athedia
Ren felt more comfortable being on the move again.  She was used to this, the hours of walking and the heavy weight of her pack.  And luckily her companions were not talking her ear off about whatever inane thought passed their fancy.

As they neared the ruined cart she did a quick scan of the surroundings to see if it was an ambush.  Seeing Garak going to search the cart she muttered a quick prayer and joined.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 
Perception Check:  (1d20+3)[ 16 ] 

Casts Guidance on herself: You touch one willing creature. Once before the spell ends, the target can roll a d4 and add the number rolled to one ability check of its choice. It can roll the die before or after making the ability check. The spell then ends.

Using Guidance w/ Investigation Check:

Investigation: [roll]1d20+1d4+2[/roll]
 
Millstone85
He does not know it but Tanael's thoughts while on the road are very similar to Ren's.

Seeing others approach the cart, he chooses to instead circle the area in search of any further sign of recent activity. He too strengthens his senses with a spell.

 
 Spoiler: Perception 
 (1d20+4)[ 22 ]  with an extra  (1d4)[ 2 ]  from  guidance .
 
Vozen
Alycie Crosses her arms and hangs back while the others check the wagon...but after they all make their checks, she whispers something for her own little companion.

 "Orion, smell anything?" 

The Tressym Familiar takes flight and performs a circle around his mistress, looking for hints on the wind.

 
 Spoiler: Orion's Scent Perception 
 With a +5 in Perception and the Keen Smell ability, Orion gets 1d20+5 with perception checks, and Advantage to scent-based perception checks.

 (1d20+5)[ 6 ]  (1d20+5)[ 9 ] 
 
Lentrax
While everyone is focused on the wagon itself, Ren and Tanael find two groups of prints. One group came from the north, and goes through and around the entire area, then some of the tracks head back north, along with the tracks made by at least two more wagons.

The second group of tracks is a set that appears at various places near the wagon and at three other locations, telling you there was a convoy of some kind. Most of these tracks scatter and run away, to the south and East, back toward the city.

There is a much fresher trail that Tanael finds, a lone set of tracks made by a smaller person. It goes off to the south, by itself.
Millstone85
Tanael pauses before drawing any definitive conclusion.

It would seem that the first group of prints was left by bandits or some other attackers, while the second group of prints belonged to a convoy that got attacked. The bandits were able to seize two or more likely three wagons and take those back with them to the north. The original owners of the wagons scattered in defeat. Some may have already alerted the city. Then some time later, another person left. Possibly a child.

Should he say as much to the others or is he missing something?

 
 Spoiler: Investigation 
 (1d20+3)[ 18 ]  plus the  guidance   (1d4)[ 4 ] 
 
Athedia
 
 Spoiler: OOC 
Quick note, Ren cast Guidance on herself.  It only applies to 1 willing touched target and is concentration.  I will be more clear next time.
 

 "Look here.  You can see where the convoy fled back to the city, and where the bandits took... I would say probably 2 of the wagons.  Pretty good trail north, that should give us a better idea where to find some of them."   Ren pointed to the tracks in the ground, only slightly distracted by the flying cat.   "You find anything of worth in that wagon?" 
The Commander
  Garak Bloodhorn  

 
 Originally Posted by Athedia 
  "You find anything of worth in that wagon?"  
 

  "No. Whatever was here has either been destroyed or picked clean."   He appraised the tracks that Ren pointed out.   "Excellent job, I believe we should investigate! Perhaps we can come across some of the bandits outside the comforts of their forts?"  
Millstone85
 
 Originally Posted by Athedia 
  "Look here.  You can see where the convoy fled back to the city, and where the bandits took... I would say probably 2 of the wagons.  Pretty good trail north, that should give us a better idea where to find some of them."  
 

 "Yes indeed, though I would say the convoy originally had four wagons and the bandits took three." 

 
 Originally Posted by The Commander 
   "Excellent job, I believe we should investigate! Perhaps we can come across some of the bandits outside the comforts of their forts?"   
 

 "Just to mention it, there is also an oddly fresh trail that looks like it could have been left by a lone child going to the south. Or, you know, a gnome, a kobold or any of the wee folk. We might still catch up with them but then we would take the risk of running into soldiers from the city, assuming they have been alerted." 
JNAProductions
 "We have our mission-I think we'd be better off following the larger trail, not the little one,"  Katherine says.
The Commander
  Garak Bloodhorn  

 
 Originally Posted by Millstone85 
  "Just to mention it, there is also an oddly fresh trail that looks like it could have been left by a lone child going to the south. Or, you know, a gnome, a kobold or any of the wee folk. We might still catch up with them but then we would take the risk of running into soldiers from the city, assuming they have been alerted."  
 


 
 Originally Posted by JNAProductions 
  "We have our mission-I think we'd be better off following the larger trail, not the little one,"  Katherine says. 
 

  "I don't think we need to trouble ourselves with investigating the lone traveller; especially if they came later than this attack. It could simply be a lone traveller investigating what happened here, as we are, or it could be a survivor returning to see if anything remains before heading to the safety of the city. In either case, our ultimate goal is the bandits and we should follow their trail."  

Garak began to follow the larger group of tracks (or waited to be directed by those that can point them out).
Millstone85
 "Onward we go. Alycie, it would be very practical if your flying cat... Orion, was it?... could survey the road ahead of us from a high altitude." 
Vozen
 "Heh, already getting use to his help? Alright then. " Alycie said with a smirk, and with a rather excessive flourish she waved to the animal in question.

Orion let out a  "Meow."  and took to flying ahead, staying above the treeline to not be easily spotted and scanned the path ahead with keen eyes and nose.

 
 Spoiler: Orion Perception 
 (1d20+5)[ 16 ]  (1d20+5)[ 23 ] 
 
Athedia
Ren watched it fly off, thinking for a minute. "Can it speak to you or something? Not much of a scout if not." 
Vozen
 "We have a complicated sign language of course.”  Alycie spoke as she delivered a closed-eye smile.

 ”Why, there are seventeen different phrases conveyed by butt wiggling alone, it’s a very nuanced system.”  She continued while while raising an index finger.

 
 Spoiler 
All Insight checks auto-win against her deception, because she’s basically spitting out the most obvious bull right now and is just seeing how long it takes for you to catch on.
 
Athedia
 
 Originally Posted by Vozen 
  "We have a complicated sign language of course.”  Alycie spoke as she delivered a closed-eye smile.

 ”Why, there are seventeen different phrases conveyed by butt wiggling alone, it’s a very nuanced system.”  She continued while while raising an index finger.

 
 Spoiler 
All Insight checks auto-win against her deception, because she’s basically spitting out the most obvious bull right now and is just seeing how long it takes for you to catch on.
 
 
 

Ren genuinely smiled for the first time since they had all been put together.   "Ah, I see.  Are you fluent in this language or just the interpreter?"  She was obviously teasing, but seeming to actually enjoy the conversation for once.

 
 Spoiler: Insight 
Just for funsies  (1d20+5)[ 15 ] 
 
Millstone85
Tanael was also curious of the animal's abilities and so was very dissatisfied with Alycie's non-answer to Ren's question. He however thought better than to interrupt whatever verbal joust the two were now engaging in.
 
 Spoiler: Arcana 
 (1d20+5)[ 23 ]  to make his own conclusions about the nature of Orion.
 

 
 Spoiler: Insight 
 (1d20+2)[ 11 ]  to tell if Alycie and Ren are joking around or outright flirting.
 
JNAProductions
Rolling her eyes, Katherine takes point along with Garak.
Vozen
 
 Originally Posted by Athedia 
 Ren genuinely smiled for the first time since they had all been put together.   "Ah, I see.  Are you fluent in this language or just the interpreter?"  She was obviously teasing, but seeming to actually enjoy the conversation for once. 
 

 ”Ren if you want to see me wiggle my butt at you, you need only ask.”  Alycie snarked with a grin and a head-tilt.  ”Really though, all that you need to know is Orion and I understand each other perfectly, and that he’s a snarky little bastard.” 
Athedia
 
 Originally Posted by Vozen 
  ”Ren if you want to see me wiggle my butt at you, you need only ask.”  Alycie snarked with a grin and a head-tilt.  ”Really though, all that you need to know is Orion and I understand each other perfectly, and that he’s a snarky little bastard.”  
 

 "I fear you would butcher the language, missing a tail and all."  Ren snarked back with a matching grin before setting off after Katherine and Garak.  She called back to Alycie as she left.  "You sure you aren't describing yourself?" 
Vozen
 
 Originally Posted by Athedia 
  "I fear you would butcher the language, missing a tail and all."  Ren snarked back with a matching grin before setting off after Katherine and Garak.  She called back to Alycie as she left.  "You sure you aren't describing yourself?"  
 

 ”Of course I’m sure.”  the illusionist quipped.  ”I’m not little.” 
Athedia
 
 Originally Posted by Vozen 
  ”Of course I’m sure.”  the illusionist quipped.  ”I’m not little.”  
 

Ren paused slowly pivoting to look at the  short  wizard.  She put a hand up measuring the similarity in height between them and then looked to where Garak, Taneal and Katherine were all walking and attempted (and failed) to raise her hand to their height. Comparing the difference she put a concerned look on her face.   "Yes, not at  all  little." 
Lentrax
You begin following the remaining wagon trails to the north. As you travel, you see small wisps of cloud that promise a good, clear night for camping.

Continuing your travel, you eventually find the trail end at a river, the wheels driving straight into the water.
Vozen
 ”Well, someone wanted to hide their tracks. It’s damn hard to track someone going via river. Even Orion would have a hard time with that.”  Alycie said, crossing her arms.
Athedia
 "On the other hand if they crossed the river the marks would show up clearly.  Anyway Orion can spot that for us?"   Ren circled the area the wagon had entered the water.  She looked for any traces of them shoring up the wagon to float downstream and if the river looked possible to cross.

 
 Spoiler: Rolls 
Investigation on area:  (1d20+2)[ 11 ] 

Perception on River:  (1d20+3)[ 7 ] 
 
Lentrax
There are no signs that they tried to make rafts for the wagons. The tracks show the wagons rolling right into the water with no sign they slowed down or stopped.

And the river looks okay?
The Commander
  Garak Bloodhorn  

(Is the river fast-flowing from what we can see? If it's not clear, Garak takes a twig and places it on the surface of the water to see how fast it's carried away. How wide is the river? 5ft? 10ft? Wider?)

EDIT: First part was 'sort-of' answered in OOC, but wanted to see if Garak's method gives more accurate information.
Lentrax
The twig floats away at a decently brisk pace, but at over fifty feet across, you cannot be sure if it gets faster or slower farther out without more testing.
Athedia
 "So... anyone comfortable swimming?"   Ren spoke with the voice who was not comfortable with idea and didn't want to be the first one to voice that.
JNAProductions
 "I can handle it fine,"  Katherine says.  "Part of my transformation gave me the ability to swim like a fish." 
 
 Spoiler: OOC 
Aquatic Adaptation! I knew it'd come in handy.
 
The Commander
  Garak Bloodhorn  

 
 Originally Posted by JNAProductions 
  "I can handle it fine,"  Katherine says.  "Part of my transformation gave me the ability to swim like a fish."  
 

Garak looked genuinely impressed.   "A most useful talent! If we hand you a couple lengths of rope, you could tie one end to a tree on the other side of the river, we could tie the other end here, and we could use the rope to assist us in crossing."   Garak slipped off 50ft of rope from his pack and offered it out.
JNAProductions
Katherine takes the rope, and ties a loop of it around her waist. She then dives into the water, aiming for the other side.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 
Given that she can both breathe underwater and has a swim speed, I don't THINK there should be any checks needed. Assuming there's no monstrous fish, you know. :P
 
Athedia
 "We should go across one at a time.  And the last person will need to untie and bring the rope."   Garak's talk about how they needed to work together kept running through Ren's head as she paced back and forth considering the options.  "I... I can potentially give you all a boost in crossing if we do it that way.  But I am not the strongest swimmer and would rather not be last." 
Millstone85
 "I will go last. I haven't swum in ages, and I might end up walking at the bottom of the river, but I don't need to breathe." 
Athedia
 
 Originally Posted by Millstone85 
  "I will go last. I haven't swum in ages, and I might end up walking at the bottom of the river, but I don't need to breathe."  
 

 "You don't need to breathe?  But you're still flesh under all that?"   Ren paused an important question coming to mind.   "Can we even patch you up after a fight?  Or is it you break it you bought it scenario?"  She emphasized the phrase 'bought it' by drawing her finger across her throat.
JNAProductions
Katherine gives a mischievous grin, and starts across the river.

However, there's a strong undercurrent, not visible from above the shore, and it drags her down. She lets herself be pulled a little further, which undoes the rope, but manages to get across about 30' downstream from where she departed.

 "There's a riptide,"  she yells back,  "so I doubt any of you want to swim. Gather the rope back up, and shoot it across with an arrow-I'll find something to afix it to." 
Millstone85
 
 Originally Posted by Athedia 
  "You don't need to breathe?  But you're still flesh under all that?"   Ren paused an important question coming to mind.   "Can we even patch you up after a fight?  Or is it you break it you bought it scenario?"  She emphasized the phrase 'bought it' by drawing her finger across her throat. 
 

 "I am not missing any bit of flesh, blood or bone. I have just been using those less and less. And, last time I checked, I am sufficiently alive for healing magic, so I will welcome any you can provide." 

 
 Originally Posted by JNAProductions 
  "There's a riptide,"  she yells back,  "so I doubt any of you want to swim. Gather the rope back up, and shoot it across with an arrow-I'll find something to afix it to."  
 

 "Regardless of breath, I would rather not fight the current. Let's try the arrow thing and then see if Katherine will do all the tying and untying." 
The Commander
  Garak Bloodhorn  

Garak gathered the soggy rope back into his hands and removed the knot that Katherine had made for herself as well.

  "Why not simply give one end to Orion and have them fly over? I imagine that Orion cannot tie a knot, but I'm sure they can at least carry one end of the rope over to the other side; at which point you can tie it off."   He suggested.
Athedia
 
 Originally Posted by The Commander 
   Garak Bloodhorn  

Garak gathered the soggy rope back into his hands and removed the knot that Katherine had made for herself as well.

  "Why not simply give one end to Orion and have them fly over? I imagine that Orion cannot tie a knot, but I'm sure they can at least carry one end of the rope over to the other side; at which point you can tie it off."   He suggested. 
 

 "I often find cats aren't known for their ability to carry things long distances." 
The Commander
  Garak Bloodhorn  

 
 Originally Posted by Athedia 
  "I often find cats aren't known for their ability to carry things long distances."  
 

  "I often find cats aren't known for their ability to fly, either."   Garak retorted.   "Gently tie the rope around it then, like a harness or a leash. If we're worried about slack, then I'm sure someone else has another length of rope we can tie together."  
Vozen
 "If we tie a rope to Orion and make him swim, we will be introduced to what a wet angry cat who can fly high enough to reach faces can do to his offenders. Guy will do whatever I ask him to, but he'll be right pissed if I ask him to swim...besides, the wings actually make swimming harder for him, if you can believe it." 
Millstone85
 "The idea was to fly, not swim, but perhaps he won't be able to take to the air while encumbered so. Let's try the arrow first. Or the bolt, though I have modified my crossbow so I wouldn't have to carry any." 
JNAProductions
On the other side of the river, Katherine folds her arms and taps her foot.
Athedia
 
 Originally Posted by JNAProductions 
 On the other side of the river, Katherine folds her arms and taps her foot. 
 

 "Uuugh.  Lets just do  something. "   Ren grabbed the rope and tied it to the front of a crossbow bolt.  She aimed away from Katherine at the other side of the river and let it fly.

 
 Spoiler: Shooting the crossbow 
Attack:  (1d20+4)[ 18 ] 
 
Lentrax
The bolt flies across the river, flying true, but almost as soon as the bolt is on its way, you see a new problem.

The rope is going to fall short!
JNAProductions
Katherine dives into the river, trying to snag the rope before the river washes it away.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 
 (1d20+1)[ 7 ] 

I think it'd be a Strength check? If not, apply other modifiers as needed.
 
Millstone85
Tanael sees Katherine disappear once more under the water. He turns around and gives a look to where their end of the rope is secured.

  "Maybe she thinks we missed. Do we wait for her to pull on the rope and then fish ourselves a Katherine? Nah, I will go for that walk and try to add an extra 50 feet of rope." 

Tanael grabs the first rope and lets it guide him into the river. Just before being submerged, he calls for extra  guidance . 
 
 Spoiler: Athletics 
 (1d20+2)[ 10 ]  with an extra  (1d4)[ 3 ] 
 
Lentrax
Tanael sees that the rope on your end is  not  secured to anything.
Millstone85
 
 Originally Posted by Lentrax 
 Tanael sees that the rope on your end is  not  secured to anything. 
 


 
 Originally Posted by Lentrax 
 The 10 is enough to just manage to grab it at the last second. 
 

With a jolt at the realization that they never did secure the rope, Tanael clasps his hands around the fleeing hemp.
Lentrax
It takes some time, but you all finally manage to get yourselves across the river.

After a few minutes of gathering yourselves and your items back together, you begin looking for the wagon tracks again, and soon find them, the wheels making deep ruts as they came out of the river giving you a good trail to follow for another hour until the sun begins to sink lower.

As the time goes on, you begin to look for a decent spot to camp for the night, and find yourself having to choose between two locations. The first is an outcropping of large purple stones that appear to have once been part of a larger structure or perhaps a statue.

The second is an abandoned farmhouse you see in a nearby field. It appears to have been abandoned for some time, as part of the roof has caved in.
The Commander
  Garak Bloodhorn  

Garak took a look over the purple stones to see if he could remember how they might have been used.

(Rolling a History Check to see if Garak remembers such a statue/structure in/near this location:  (1d20)[ 6 ] )

  "I would suggest we make camp at the farm house - it'll give us some cover from both the elements and from prying eyes. Still, we should post a guard to watch over our camp. Does anyone wish to volunteer to be first on watch?"  
Millstone85
 "Sir, I volunteer to stand watch all night, on account that I am no longer condemned to lose consciousness for a third of every day. But I will... ah... welcome all who want to assist. Better four eyes than two." 
JNAProductions
 "I suppose I'll take first watch. Not especially tired,"  Katherine says.
Athedia
 
 Originally Posted by Millstone85 
  "Sir, I volunteer to stand watch all night, on account that I am no longer condemned to lose consciousness for a third of every day. But I will... ah... welcome all who want to assist. Better four eyes than two."  
 

Ren rounded on Taneal, staring on him with narrowed eyes.

 "What exactly is your deal?  You don't need to sleep, you don't need to breathe, you probably don't need to eat or drink either do you?  You certainly don't know how to interact with people, you proved that.  Are you just designed to kill without thought?  Because what we are here to do requires us to think and convince people, not just mindlessly slaughter." 
Athedia
((Knowledge Arcana  (1d20+2)[ 11 ]  and Knowledge Religion  (1d20+4)[ 13 ]  to see if I know anything about those stones ))
The Commander
  Garak Bloodhorn  

 
 Originally Posted by Athedia 
 Ren rounded on Taneal, staring on him with narrowed eyes.

 "What exactly is your deal?  You don't need to sleep, you don't need to breathe, you probably don't need to eat or drink either do you?  You certainly don't know how to interact with people, you proved that.  Are you just designed to kill without thought?  Because what we are here to do requires us to think and convince people, not just mindlessly slaughter."  
 

  "The Lord of Battle shaped him to be as he is; do not blame him for that."   Garak stated, matter-of-factly.   "Instead, be thankful that he can watch over us whilst we sleep. I can take the 2nd watch. To ensure everyone gets a full 8 hours, we can either leave Tanael by himself for the 3rd watch or we could have a final volunteer...."   He looked at Alycie and Ren.
Athedia
 
 Originally Posted by The Commander 
   Garak Bloodhorn  
  "The Lord of Battle shaped him to be as he is; do not blame him for that."   Garak stated, matter-of-factly.   "Instead, be thankful that he can watch over us whilst we sleep. I can take the 2nd watch. To ensure everyone gets a full 8 hours, we can either leave Tanael by himself for the 3rd watch or we could have a final volunteer...."   He looked at Alycie and Ren. 
 

 "I pity his mother if he was born like that.  And that didn't answer my question, can he behave?"   Ren looked Alycie over and shook her head.   "I'll do it.  But only because I think a passing butterfly would distract her." 
Millstone85
 "Be assured, Ren, that my mother did not have to go through any such ordeal.

During the war, the Empire's efforts were aided by many a powerful cleric. When nobody of import needed to be roused from death, they would sometimes resurrect a simple soldier like me. Regardless of rank, most would remember very little of their time on the other side. But I remember, a lot of it, and it is all slaughter, on an unfathomably larger battlefield.

After the spell took effect, by the blessing of Hextor, I looked good as new. But I can feel a pull, bringing me back to that place, and I decided that I would let it, help it even, transform me into something that can strive on the other side. That, dear Ren, is my deal.

As for using sweet and clever words to make allies of our enemies, fine. I will let you show me how it is done, and I will still be here no matter how it goes." 
Athedia
 "We are sent to recruit them, not consider them enemies.  This may be news to a soldier but people sometimes fall between allies and enemies." 
Millstone85
 Like you, for instance. The way you are glaring at me right now, I am all the more glad that sleep won't claim me tonight. Yet you can sleep soundly for we are allies by the Colonel's order." 
Athedia
 "I pose no threat to your sleepless night."   Ren set off to the farmhouse to set up her tent.
Millstone85
Tanael turns to the jester.

 "So, Alycie, what should we expect from Orion during the night? Is he the type to go deep into the wilderness, only coming back in the morrow? Or will he seek petting from whoever happens to be awake? Does he get the zoomies?" 
The Commander
  Garak Bloodhorn  
  "Only battle will bring those two together in comradeship."   Garak thought as he unpacked his tent and found a spot within the farm house to set it up.

  "Awaken me when my watch begins."   He slipped off his helmet and laid it down by his unfurled bedroll before putting his head down and getting some sleep.
JNAProductions
Katherine finds a good spot to survey the area. She doesn't feel like taking part in the bickering over the details.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 
 (1d20+2)[ 6 ]  Perception
And, as a reminder, if anyone approaches with a magical aura, they're gonna light up nice and easy.

Edit: I'm sad with that roll.
 
Vozen
 
 Originally Posted by Millstone85 
 Tanael turns to the jester.

 "So, Alycie, what should we expect from Orion during the night? Is he the type to go deep into the wilderness, only coming back in the morrow? Or will he seek petting from whoever happens to be awake? Does he get the zoomies?"  
 

 "He'll stay within sight of the camp. A city is one thing, but out in the wild he's too scared to get too far away."  Alycie said with a jovial tone.

Orion gave an annoyed growl at her.

 "Well it IS true, you know." 
Millstone85
 "Then I guess we got ourselves a third pair of eyes for at least part of the night." 

Tanael takes a look at what Garak, Ren and especially Katherine are doing, then talks to Alycie again.

 "With that said, I am going to find my own observation spot. Somewhere that complements the area surveyed by Katherine.” 
 
 Spoiler: Intelligence(Stealth) Check ? 
 (1d20+5)[ 21 ]  with  guidance 's extra  (1d4)[ 2 ]  to find a discreet spot from which to see others coming.
 
Athedia
Ren set up her tent in a part of the building that had the sturdiest looking walls behind her.  She set up her bedroll and stashed her items in the tent before going back out to the more central area and making sure to scrub the days mud and dust from the road off her face and hands.  Once she was done she took a second piece of cloth to clean and polish her horns.   "Are we building a fire or would that attract to much attention?" 
Millstone85
 
 Originally Posted by Lentrax 
 You are just able to see a carriage coming along the road, coming the same way you did. 
 

Tanael quickly makes his way to where the others are sleeping. He wakes up Garak first.

 "Sir, there is a carriage on the road behind us." 
The Commander
  Garak Bloodhorn  

 
 Originally Posted by Millstone85 
  "Sir, there is a carriage on the road behind us."  
 

Garak shook awake quickly and donned his helm.   "Hostiles? It could be a simple passing trader, although it is a very late hour to be travelling."  

Garak slipped his shield onto one fist and his warhammer into the other.   "I am unable to see in the dark, and I do not wish to give away our position by lighting my shield; so you will have to be my eyes until we come under attack."   Garak exited his tent by touch, but remained at it's entrance; blind to the world around him by the darkness.
Millstone85
 "I don't know if they are hostile, or if they will halt here, but I did find their presence odd enough to report immediately.

And I am no better in the dark than you are, Sir, but this night isn't so bad. Just give your eyes a chance to accommodate. We can wake up the half-elf or the tiefling if necessary." 
The Commander
  Garak Bloodhorn  

 
 Originally Posted by Millstone85 
  "I don't know if they are hostile, or if they will halt here, but I did find their presence odd enough to report immediately.

And I am no better in the dark than you are, Sir, but this night isn't so bad. Just give your eyes a chance to accommodate. We can wake up the half-elf or the tiefling if necessary."  
 

  "I imagine the carriage will have lanterns to guide it's horses. I would make a lot of noise going to investigate - I would suggest, for the time being, that you simply watch what the carriage does and where it goes. If it does seem like it will stop here, then we must announce ourselves; for better or worse."  
Millstone85
Tanael returns to his observation point, hoping the travelers have not closed in on the camp while he was, perhaps prematurely, making his report.
JNAProductions
Katherine sees Tanael move, and listens in. She looks towards where the carriage is indicated to be coming from.
Lentrax
It doesn’t take long.

The carriage rolls along, continuing on its path. It shows no signs of slowing down, and you are all certain it intends to keep going, on into the night.

But then one of the men atop the carriage screamed, falling from his perch atop the carriage.

A shout, “No stopping! Leave him! Move on! On, I said!”

And then you hear the other sound. The thunking sounds of crossbow bolts burying themselves in the wood of the carriage. Then a dart of fire sprang forth from somewhere in the night, leaping toward the carriage.
Millstone85
So the bandits did attack during the night, just not him and his companions. Not yet.

Tanael turns around again. On his way back to Garak, he comes face to face with Katherine, to whom he whispers:  "Oh, hi there. I think everyone will want to know about this, if the shouts didn't already wake them up." 
The Commander
  Garak Bloodhorn  

Hearing the shouts and the subtle  thunking  sounds of crossbows, Garak's heart started to race. A battle was upon them, even if they were not yet one of the participants!

With a smile that grew ever wider, he muttered a brief prayer to Hextor and suddenly the shield emblazoned with his god's symbol began to glow a deep and menacing red light (Action to cast Light on my shield, choosing for the light to be red). He gripped his warhammer tightly. He strode over to where the front door of the farm house was and muttered another prayer to Hextor (Action to cast Thaumaturgy). His eyes glowed red (effect 1), steam poured from the joints in his armour, and using the power of Hextor he threw the farm house door open (effect 2). He stomped his hoof, and using a voice empowered by the rage of Hextor (effect 3, triple volume) he yelled:   "Bandit scum! You have one chance to live: throw down your weapons and step into the light; before we paint these woods with your blood!"  

(Will attempt a pre-emptive Intimidation roll:  (1d20+3)[ 7 ] . If you're allowing Advantage of the show:  (1d20+3)[ 9 ] )

EDIT: Clearly Garak's thrown open the backdoor where nobody is around to see/hear him properly.... that must be it! 😁
Millstone85
Tanael hurriedly rejoins Garak.

 "Sir! While my preference would also go to a show of force, our new companions have been adamant on trying a peaceful and polite contact first. The carriage I mentioned earlier is currently being attacked with bolts and fire. Let's see with the others how they want to approach this situation." 
Athedia
Ren rolled out from under her blanket as she heard Garak bellowing.  She grabbed her chain shirt from its location at her feet and hurriedly donned it while running over to see what was happening.   "What's happening? Who's hurt?"   She was busy trying to pull the chain shirt on without snagging it on her hair or horns.


 
 Spoiler: OOC 
She isn't sleeping in armor! Well... she might from now on.
1 minute to don light armor.
 
JNAProductions
Katherine curses inwardly at Garak's announcement-she'd be quite happy to let the people in the caravan deal with the bandits on their own for the night. But, she falls in beside the minotaur-no time for quarrels now, unite in a show of force.
Lentrax
As you watch, the bandits continue assaulting the carriage. The carriage continues to try and flee. The two remaining men on the top fire their crossbows back in the direction of their attackers.

And then the situation changes.

Another jet of fire springs out across the darkness. But instead of striking the carriage, it hits one of the lead horses. The horse lets out a scream as it collapses to the ground, pulling down the other horses with it.

The carriage leans, dangerously close to toppling, and the two men are flung from their perch, rolling across the ground, before they stop, unmoving.

Then the carriage falls back onto its other wheel, but the impact is too much for the wheel to bear, and it shatters, causing the carriage to collapse, toppling onto its side, and dragging itself, along with the horses that are still struggling to get back up, along for a good twenty feet before stopping.
Millstone85
Tanael stands near Garak and Katherine, all three ready for combat. Glancing at the house, he can see Ren making good progress with the donning of her armor, while a half-asleep Alycie is still getting to her feet.

 "Even if the bandits have noticed us" , he says to nobody in particular,  "they will probably keep their efforts focused on their prey for a while more. Let's use this time to consider our options. Do we demonstrate our strength under the excuse of rescuing whoever might have survived that crash? Or do we let them take control of the situation then make our diplomatic approach? Any other idea?" 
The Commander
  Garak Bloodhorn  

Garak returned his voice to regular levels and replied:   "We have already given them the chance to throw down their weapons and surrender. The Colonel wanted the world to know who made these woods safe again. We can start with these traders, who will spread word of our deeds to others, which will start the rallying cry to her cause. Besides, with the bandit's focus divided we have the slight advantage."  

Garak began to move forward towards wherever the nearest 'bandit'.

(Garak has Light on his Shield, providing some illumination, and he'll try to head towards where he thinks the nearest bandit is)
JNAProductions
Katherine keeps pace with Garak. She'll aim to blast multiple bandits with her breath, as many as possible.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 
Moving with Garak. Catching as many peeps as possible in a 15' cone or 30' line of cold breath, DC 13 Dexterity save to halve  (1d6)[ 3 ]  cold damage.
If no one can be targeted, instead Dodge.
 
The Commander
  Garak Bloodhorn  

Garak charges towards the nearest bandit, the power of Hextor building within his shield as he prays for the power to harm his enemies. As he collides with the bandit, Garak uses his horns to throw the bandit back towards their companions.

 
 Spoiler 
Move Action to get to closest bandit. Main Action to cast Inflict Wounds at 1st Level: Melee Spell Attack  (1d20+7)[ 12 ]  for  (3d10)[ 9 ]  Necrotic Damage.
If the bandit is struck by this, Bonus Action to use Hammering Horns (Minotaur racial ability) to attempt to shove the bandit 10ft towards their companions: Bandit Strength Save  (1d20)[ 6 ]  vs DC 13
If the Inflict Wounds misses, Hammering Horns  does not  trigger and I do nothing with my Bonus Action
 
Millstone85
      
     Tanael Jaylard    
 Reborn Artificer (Armorer) 3
 AC  20  | HP  33/33  | THP  0
 PP  14  | PIv  13  | PIs  12
 Conditions  disadvDex(Stealth)
 Defensive Field  2/2 pLR
 S1  3/3 pLR
  
 
  
 "I don't think they heard your ultimatum, Sir."  Tanael says while running behind the minotaur. But he knows it is too late and they will get another earful from Ren once the dust of battle settles.

Tanael pronounces a few words, in that particular overlap of voices that spellcasters use, while his right hand, the one not holding his shield, makes the sign of the fallen L. Three spectral darts appear and fly toward the bandits.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 
Initiative:  (1d20+3)[ 22 ] 

Magic Missile at 1st level:
 
 Three separate targets, or fewer depending on availability within 120 ft. 
  (1d4+1)[ 3 ] ,  (1d4+1)[ 4 ]  and  (1d4+1)[ 5 ]  force damage. 
 
 
Vozen
 "Some people want to do this the hard way."  The Wizard quipped, and sets set for a fight.

 
 Spoiler 
Initiative:  (1d20+3)[ 13 ] 
 
Athedia
 "She  said  to get them to her side and eliminate failing that."  Ren's voice was quiet but rather annoyed sounding.  She hurried after the others giving a blessing to the three strongest.  If they were going to fight it was best this was over fast.

 
 Spoiler: Bless 
On Katherine, Taneal and Garak

Whenever a target makes an attack roll or a saving throw before the spell ends, the target can roll a d4 and add the number rolled to the attack roll or saving throw.

Lasts 1 minute (or until concentration dropped)
 
Lentrax
Garak begins charging toward the bandits. As he does, a crossbow bolt flies out of the darkness, but pings harmlessly off his shield. He tries to grab ahold of one of the bandits, but his fist manages to close only on empty air, as the bandit ducks under the meaty arm.

From behind Garak, streaks of bright light shoot out from both Tanael and Alycie. They blast into a few of the bandits, and two of them fall, crying out for someone to intervene in the fate before them. One of them manages to fire one last bolt toward the minotaur, and this time, the bolt strikes home, but does not manage to do much damage  (1 damage) 

And then Katherine catches up to the minotaur. There is no mirth in her eyes as she smiles while drawing in a deep breath. But before she can exhale, yet another jet of fire shoots out from the darkness, and in the light cast by Garak's shield, Katherine sees the unarmored figure just at the edge of the light. She turns slightly, and then lets loose her dangerous breath. Water from the slightly damp air crystallizes, outlining a jagged line of icy crystals that freeze on everything in its path. And while one of the bandits manages to jump out of the way, the line manages to catch a second bandit and the mysterious magic user.

Two more crossbow bolts shoot out of the darkness, but one of them goes wide, thunking into a tree, and the second makes a whistling sound in Katherine's ear as it sails through her hair, narrowly missing cutting the woman's skin.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 
Three bandits dead. Two injured.
Enemy caster is injured, but not dead.
 
The Commander
  Garak Bloodhorn  

The pain felt good: it reminded Garak that he was alive. And whilst he was alive, he could fight.

  "Focus on the enemy caster! That is our primary threat!"  

Garak ignored the regular bandits to rush towards the enemy mage.

As he approached he swung his warhammer at the caster. As he swung, he could feel the power of his god washing over him, urging him to deliver another strike.

 
 Spoiler 
Move Action to move into attack range of the spell caster, taking any appropriate AOOs as necessary.
Main Action to attack with Warhammer:  (1d20+5)[ 7 ]  for  (1d8+3)[ 11 ]  damage.
Bonus Action to attack again using the War Priest feature:  (1d20+5)[ 6 ]  for  (1d8+3)[ 10 ] 

If the caster dies in the first hit, and it's possible to move to another bandit, Garak will do that; otherwise if the caster dies in the first hit, Garak saves the Bonus Action.
 
Millstone85
      
     Tanael Jaylard    
 Reborn Artificer (Armorer) 3
 AC  20  | HP  33/33  | THP  0
 PP  14  | PIv  13  | PIs  12
 Conditions   bless , disadvDex(Stealth)
 Defensive Field  2/2 pLR
 S1  2/3 pLR
  
 
  
Tanael makes a fist, which begins to vibrate. As Garak commands, he closes in on the enemy spellcaster, intent on giving them a taste of thunder.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 
Moving in melee with the mage.
Action to attack  (1d20+6)[ 8 ]  with an additional  (1d4)[ 3 ]  from Ren's blessing.
On a hit,  (1d8+4)[ 6 ]  thunder damage and the mage has disadvantage on attack rolls against targets other than Tanael until the start of Tanael's next turn.
 
JNAProductions
Katherine agrees with the shouted plan, and moves to focus her breath on the mage, while still catching as many other bandits as possible.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 
 (1d6)[ 2 ]  Cold damage on a failed DC 13 Dex save, half on a success.

Also, while I appreciate the  Bless ing, I don't think I need it much. I use saves, not attacks.
Also also, we may be cursed. God DAMN those rolls.
 
Athedia
  Travelers Teeth weren't these people supposed to be soldiers?    Ren gestured out toward the still standing caster and spoke another quick prayer.  She stayed near Alycie, ready to intervene if someone approached them from the side.

 
 Spoiler: Sacred Flame 
Casting Sacred Flame

Flame-like radiance descends on a creature that you can see within range. The target must succeed on a Dexterity saving throw [13 Save DC] or take  (1d8)[ 4 ]  radiant damage. The target gains no benefit from cover for this saving throw.
 
Vozen
 "You idiots throw those weapons down, and you might live through this!"  Alycie shouts across the battlefield while hurling a bolt of fire at one of the wounded bandits.

She hopes they would took the bate, slaughter was such a waste.


 
 Spoiler: Fire Bolt 
Ranged Spell Attack:
 (1d20+5)[ 11 ] 

Fire Damage:
 (1d10)[ 1 ] 
 
The Commander
  Garak Bloodhorn  

Garak felt as if the Lord of Battle were mocking him, perhaps in punishment for not battling the shopkeeper earlier. His wounds were beginning to mount, but Garak was still able to fight and fight he would!

He grunted hard and swung again at the enemy caster, following it up with another swing empowered by Hextor.

 
 Spoiler 

Main Action to attack with Warhammer vs enemy caster:  (1d20+5)[ 21 ]  for  (1d8+3)[ 10 ] .
Bonus Action to attack again using the War Priest feature:  (1d20+5)[ 8 ]  for  (1d8+3)[ 9 ] .

If the caster dies in the first hit, and it's possible to move to another bandit, Garak will do that; otherwise if the caster dies in the first hit, Garak saves the Bonus Action.
 
Lentrax
As more bolts fly from the nearby trees, one of them manages to bury itself deeply in Garak's shoulder, causing the minotaur to miss with his hammer strike, despite him being lit up further by the flame descending on him.

Another jet of fire erupts from the caster, but it only singes some of the hair atop Garak's head.

Katherine lets another blast of icy breath loose, but just as she begins to let it loose, a bolt strikes her in the stomach, causing her to stop exhaling the icy breath weapon.

Among the trees, you can hear the bandits starting to wind their crossbows again.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 
Sorry for the delay. Everyone go ahead and get your next round in.
 
Athedia
Ren ran forward at the sudden cessation of Katherine's breath. Alycie would be fine where she was, but if Katherine went down...  A quick look told her that while it might be painful it was most likely surprise rather than blood loss that had stopped her.  Taking in the scene close up she immediately narrowed in on the person still casting gouts of fire at Garak.

She grabbed her holy symbol in one hand, the other hand up as if to stop someone in front of her as she cast.

 
 Spoiler: Actions 
Hold Person on the magic user.

Will Save DC 13 vs  (1d20)[ 19 ]  (for once hoping for bad rolls lol)
 
Millstone85
      
     Tanael Jaylard    
 Reborn Artificer (Armorer) 3
 AC  20  | HP  33/33  | THP  0
 PP  14  | PIv  13  | PIs  12
 Conditions   bless , disadvDex(Stealth)
 Defensive Field  2/2 pLR
 S1  2/3 pLR
  
 
  
The battle is proving tough for the party, though Tanael himself has so far been spared any hurt. He throws another swing at the mage, hoping that the arcane energies running through his arm will strike true this time.

 
 Spoiler: Thunder Gauntlet 
Staying in melee with the mage.
Action to attack  (1d20+6)[ 12 ]  with an additional  (1d4)[ 2 ]  from Ren's blessing.
On a hit,  (1d8+4)[ 6 ]  thunder damage and the mage has disadvantage on attack rolls against targets other than Tanael until the start of Tanael's next turn.
 

 
 Spoiler: Defensive Field 
Bonus action to gain 3 THP.
 
Lentrax
The hammer smashes into the caster and he flies back. Which is bad for him because it put him in line for Katherine's chilly breath.

As his body begins to freeze, he has the time to throw one last blast of fire. And he saved his best for last, because this was a small pea sized ball that flies in a straight line, on path for the carriage.

As it strikes the wooden underside, it blooms into a massive fireball that engulfs the carriage, setting the wood ablaze. His last act done, the caster falls with a thud to the ground, his skin now a deep icy blue.

Without the caster, you hear one of the crossbowman shout out that the fight is over, and they turn and begin fleeing back into the woods.
JNAProductions
Katherine snarls and curses as they flee.  "That went horribly,"  she states, and eyes her wound.
Athedia
 "It's a clean wound. You'll live."  Ren rolled her sleeves up and went to the carriage ready to drag out anyone in it and stabalize the occupants.

She was trying to keep herself composed, frustrated at her own failures during the fight.  If word got back to the Colonel.... No it would look bad for all of them if word got back, not just her.
The Commander
  Garak Bloodhorn  

Garak took a moment to allow the flood of adrenaline to subside. He quietly thanked the Lord of Battle for keeping him and his companions alive. He then rushed to help Ren with any potential survivors from the carriage.   "If anyone from the carriage is alive and in need of healing, call out to us!"  
Millstone85
   Tanael   

Katherine was right, it had all gone very poorly, but Tanael was especially discontent with the way he had neither landed a blow nor been targeted by the enemy, as if he had not even been here!

Pushing away this feeling of emptiness, Tanael investigates the frozen corpse of the mage.

 
 Spoiler: Investigation 
 (1d20+3)[ 16 ]  plus  (1d4)[ 3 ] 
 
Lentrax
There is no answer to Garak's shout as Ren makes her way to the flaming carriage.

Opening the door to the carriage, Ren finds a small pile of bodies laying on the side of the carriage that is on the ground. What was the floor is on fire, and the wood is burning nicely, providing enough light to make out discernible limbs to count.

Six. Six people, all of them seem unconscious. One of them is most definitely beyond her talents, a large shard of wood piercing the skull has destroyed their brain.


Meanwhile, Tanael rolls over the body of the mage, finding a body that is now smaller than it appeared during the fight. Much smaller.

It is a boy. Barely in his teenage years. And from the look of him, life has not been pleasant. He had the cramped, pinched look on his face of far too many missed meals, and upon inspecting him, Tanael finds skin taut over bones, with so little fat on the hands that they appear gnarled despite the boys young age.
Athedia
 "Garak, 5 survivors. I'll lift, I can get closer to flame. You stabilize."  Ren finally felt like she knew what to do in a situation.  Preparing herself for the pain, she took a deep breath and lowered herself into the carriage ready to lift the unconscious survivors out.  Hopefully one of the other three would help, the more survivors to question the better.
The Commander
  Garak Bloodhorn  

As the bodies were passed to him Garak muttered a prayer to Hextor for each of them, asking that they might live to see another battle, with the exception of the clearly dead traveller. For them, Garak merely passed them over: if he had to pray for salvation for every dead person he came across he'd have lost his voice years ago.

 
 Spoiler 
I have exactly five spell slots remaining, so Cure Wounds on each of the occupants (except the clearly dead one), three at 1st Level and two at 2nd. Garak will use the more powerful healing on the more serious injuries (if there are any).
Medicine check, if necessary:  (1d20+7)[ 14 ] .
Cure Wounds at 1st:  (1d8+5)[ 10 ] ,  (1d8+5)[ 8 ] ,  (1d8+5)[ 9 ] .
Cure Wounds at 2nd:  (2d8+5)[ 8 ] ,  (2d8+5)[ 20 ] .
 
Lentrax
Each of the survivors are pulled from the carriage. As they are laid out on the ground, it becomes apparent that this is a noble and his entourage.

When the healing is placed over them, their eyes pop open and they look up at you in fear. To their credit they do not scream. The nobleman, an elven man, removes a ring from his finger and hands it up to you.

"You may send this to my house. They will pay whatever ransom you wish for my return."
Athedia
Ren looked down at the man with a raised eyebrow, then wordlessly walked away.  She went over to Katherine, kneeling and roughly checking the wound before muttering a prayer over it.   "Word of advice, try not to get shot in the stomach." 
 
 Spoiler: Cure Wounds 
On Katherine:  (1d8+3)[ 4 ] 
 
JNAProductions
Katherine's initial response is to insult her healer... But she's smart enough to not do that.  "Thanks,"  she manages to get out.
Athedia
 
 Originally Posted by JNAProductions 
 Katherine's initial response is to insult her healer... But she's smart enough to not do that.  "Thanks,"  she manages to get out. 
 

Ren smiled a bit at the thanks and sent one more wave of healing magic into the wound allowing it to knit itself more fully.  She went over to the now conscious survivors, staring at them curiously.  Squatting down she looked the one offering the ring in the eyes, her own golden eyes taking on a glow. "So, a ring doesn't tell me a name.  Tell me, what fool travels at thieving hours?" 
 
 Spoiler: Cure Wounds 
3/4 1st level spell slots used now

 (1d8+3)[ 8 ] 

Thaumaturgy on the eyes
 
Lentrax
He doesn't answer, and instead gets a slightly surprised look on his face for a moment. The look on his face is fairly explanatory.

It seems to say,  You are the ones kidnapping me, and you don't know who I am? 
Athedia
 
 Originally Posted by Lentrax 
 He doesn't answer, and instead gets a slightly surprised look on his face for a moment. The look on his face is fairly explanatory.

It seems to say,  You are the ones kidnapping me, and you don't know who I am?  
 

Ren glanced over at Garak and smirked.  "I think you broke this one. He's gone mute." . Turned back to the man on the ground and gestured to the burning carriage.   "You know we would be happy to put you back.  I think my friends and I are rather tired and don't really want to waste time on someone unwilling to help himself." 
  These people might make a good trade to the bandits if we can figure out their worth.  But if word got back about us kidnapping someone even if accidentally, it could undermine the Colonels desires.  I would have rather captured a bandit than a rich brat.   She tried to keep her face steady and emotionless as she weighed the options.
The Commander
  Garak Bloodhorn  

 
 Originally Posted by Athedia 
 Ren glanced over at Garak and smirked.  "I think you broke this one. He's gone mute." . 
 

Garak merely snorted in response and moved to place his illuminated shield down on the ground to provide a central point of light. He appreciated his form could be somewhat frightening to civilians, and so he left the diplomacy to the others; especially after being so chastised back at the city.
Lentrax
The confused look grows deeper.

"Why do you insult me so? Is it not enough to have me assaulted, to harm my property, and then to refuse my offer of submission?"
Athedia
 
 Originally Posted by Lentrax 
 The confused look grows deeper.

"Why do you insult me so? Is it not enough to have me assaulted, to harm my property, and then to refuse my offer of submission?" 
 

 "And he speaks!  And I call you as I see you, a rich fool who travelled in the dark instead of hiding somewhere safe.  One very ready to jump to conclusions.  In fact  you  insult  us . My dear friend took a near mortal wound to save you, yet you insinuate she is a mere bandit?  I've met beggars with better manners."   Ren gestured to Katherine and her now healed wound as she spoke and gave the man her best hurt look.  Then she shrugged apologetically.  "Plus until someone gives me a name, I work with what I have." 
 
 Spoiler 
Just let me know if you want any checks or anything.  She is playing up Katherine's injury, and is purposefully avoiding using anyone's name, but she does genuinely think this man is a rich idiot that just made her life harder.
 
Lentrax
"If what you say is true, release me. Let me go, and I promise that nothing will come of this night's events."
Athedia
 
 Originally Posted by Lentrax 
 "If what you say is true, release me. Let me go, and I promise that nothing will come of this night's events." 
 

Ren popped up from her squat looking rather confusedly at her own hands.  "Release you?  How?"   She shook her head in pity looking down at the man.   "I am not stopping anyone, though I will not speak for the man who took responsibility for your healing. Or the woman you do owe a life debt.  Those  are  tricky things, bad to be left owing."   Carefully stepping over the man she went to one of the other survivors of the attack.   "Any of you willing to share a name?  I'll even spice up the offer, heal your wounds a little more if you just act civilized." 
Lentrax
“I owe none of you a thing. But continue to hold me and there will be repercussions.”
The Commander
  Garak Bloodhorn  

Garak's patience was starting to run a little thin.

  "In case you didn't notice,  sir , the bandits that were attacking you have been routed and the mage that cast his fire at you slain. You can inspect his body for yourself, if you wish. We are adventurers that were camped nearby. If it were not for us, you'd surely be dead. We were sent here by Colonel Keiera Malfithross to make these woods safe again. We have no desire to hold you. Leave on foot, if you wish; we will make no move to stop you or your companions."   Garak strained as he addressed the pompous fool.
Lentrax
You can tell that he doesn't believe you. And so, he slowly begins to get to his feet, watching you intently.
JNAProductions
Katherine looks at him, mild disinterest and disappointment on her face.  "I see how it is. We all stick our necks out, and this is the gratitude shown." 
Lentrax
His look remains suspicious, and Katherine can see that he is trying to puzzle out the situation he is in. But with no one stopping him, he reaches his feet, and claps his hands twice.

At the same time, he speaks in Elvish. "Up. We go."

And assuming no one stops him, he begins to back away from you, his obvious servants scurrying in front of him.
Athedia
Ren curled her lip in disgust as he clapped and his servants just obeyed. She didn't get what he was saying but the short phrase and quick reaction was enough to give her an idea.  She looked up to where Garak stood beside her.  "I apologize for having you waste your healing."  With that she turned and walked back toward the barn.
The Commander
  Garak Bloodhorn  

Garak watched the Elf and his servants retreat. He made no move to stop them. When they were a good distance away, he stooped to scoop up his shield.


 
 Originally Posted by Athedia 
  "I apologize for having you waste your healing."  
 

  "We can only hope that, once they reach safety, they're realise our intent and appreciate our actions. At the very least, I hope they do not false accuse our leader. We are supposed to be making these woods safe in her name; primarily by bringing the bandits to heel of course."   He looked at the burning remains of the wagon.   "Their attack on this wagon seemed like overkill. Don't get me wrong, killing the driver and any guards makes sense, but the fireball at the end of the battle, directed at the wagon instead of us, is strange. Perhaps there was something personal to them regarding the occupant? It might explain why they were travelling at such a late hour; and why the bandits were waiting in ambush for them. It also seems as though the bandits we faced lacked horses."  
Millstone85
 "Methinks it is for the best that he did not agree to inspect the mage's corpse."  says Tanael while holding said lifeless body up by the collar for his companions to see.

 "Who would believe this scrawny thing was able to evoke such fireworks? The bandits must have had the boy train day and night without relent, or perhaps the desperation of poverty had him throw himself fully into the art. Either way, I fear that our rescue of this ungrateful lot came at the cost of a promising talent." 
The Commander
  Garak Bloodhorn  

Garak headed over to the corpse of the mage, bringing his shield close to the boy for a better look.

  "He's practically half starved, yet he didn't seem like a prisoner of the bandits; he could have easily killed them had he wished. You might be right, Lance Corporal, that this boy was driven to the bandits out of poverty or abuse. There's also the fact that he looks different now then when we were fighting him. A Disguise Self spell? That would only reinforce the idea that he joined the bandits out of desperation and pretended to be an adult to gain their acceptance."   He pondered for a moment.   "This only further leads me to believe the Elf they were targeting was personal to them. A half-starved child, on the brink of being killed and probably afraid, chooses to use their last potent spell on trying to kill non-combatants rather than the people trying to kill them. This was an assassination attempt, not a robbery."  

(OOC: Is the boy human?)
Athedia
Ren came back after a bit, her empty pack slung over one shoulder.   "We should strip the dead one of anything useful, see if the carriage has anything we might want as well."   She looked at the dead boy the other two were examining and her lip curled again.

 "Probably a war orphan.  Lots of them around, mostly just putting off the inevitable."  Ren knelt down and started searching the dead passenger for anything that would tell her more about who they had been.
Lentrax
The boy is human.

As you do a perfunctory search of the area, you come up with two functional crossbows,  (2d20+8)[ 28 ]  bolts,  (2d10+2)[ 11 ]  cp, and  (3d2-2)[ 2 ]  sp.
The Commander
  Garak Bloodhorn  
  "If anyone wants the Crossbows and Bolts, have at it. As for the loose change, I have no problem with someone taking complete ownership of it. But now we should definitely try to get some rest. Hopefully the bandits will not return this night."  

As the evening's events were well and truly wound down, Garak was reminded how tired he was. He yawned and stretched and retreated back to his tent, dismissing the Light on his shield as he climbed back into his bedroll.
JNAProductions
Katherine nods, following Garak to find some sleep.
Athedia
Ren shrugged and pocketed the coins, annoyed she hadn't found anything to help her figure out who the obnoxious elf had been.  She paused before bringing the crossbows back to camp and looked at Tanael.  "Not really sure of the order but if you need to rest I can take watch for the next while " 
Millstone85
 "I will take the bolts. If we are going to operate at night like this, I need to downgrade my crossbow to a mundane one so I can instead use the magic on a pair of darkvision goggles.

Any idea on what to do with the boy? Throwing him into the remaining flames would have a certain poetry to it." 
Athedia
 
 Originally Posted by Millstone85 
  "I will take the bolts. If we are going to operate at night like this, I need to downgrade my crossbow to a mundane one so I can instead use the magic on a pair of darkvision goggles.

Any idea on what to do with the boy? Throwing him into the remaining flames would have a certain poetry to it."  
 

 "Or the other body.  I don't know, fire probably won't get hot enough.  But leaving them out here might only attract more attention." 
Lentrax
The night passes, and you awaken in the morning to find the remains of the carriage smoldering in the morning light.
The Commander
  Garak Bloodhorn  

Garak awoke and thanked Hextor for being allowed to live and fight another day. He packed up his bedroll and tent, and sat down to eat some breakfast rations beside the remains of the cart. Idly he cast his gaze over to where the corpse of the boy mage had been the night before - seeing if it was still there - whilst he waited for the others to awaken. As he ate, he casually scanned the surroundings, now in the light of day.

 
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Perception, just to see if there's anything new to spot.  (1d20+5)[ 22 ] 
 
JNAProductions
Katherine wakes up next, yawning with a crackle of cold on her breath.  "Good morning, Garak,"  she says when she sees he's up.
Athedia
Ren got up and quietly packed away her things before starting her morning prayers.  She felt a little uncomfortable praying in front of everyone so she retreated to a corner of the barn.
The Commander
  Garak Bloodhorn  

 
 Originally Posted by JNAProductions 
  "Good morning, Garak,"  
 

Garak nodded his head towards her.   "Good morning, Katherine. I hope that you slept well. I also hope we will have better luck today with our quest."  
Lentrax
There isn’t anything new to see, the bodies are still where you left them, the wood of the carriage has burned mostly away, leaving only charred ruins on a metal frame. Though now, in the full light of day, you can see the scorch marks from where the jets of fire left their marks in the trees and underbrush.
Millstone85
 "As decided yesterday, I have undone the infusion on my crossbow to instead give myself better night vision."  Tanael says in lieu of a greeting, while holding up a pair of goggles.  "I am afraid I can only prepare the one pair, not just because it is the only one I have but also because of an odd quirk of the process."  he adds with a shrug.
Athedia
Ren stood up from her prayers, eating some light rations.   "Maybe we should have kept that bastard from yesterday.  Traded him to the bandits.  I have had a feeling of unease since. But the logistics of keeping him fed and moving." 
The Commander
  Garak Bloodhorn  

 
 Originally Posted by Millstone85 
  "As decided yesterday, I have undone the infusion on my crossbow to instead give myself better night vision."  Tanael says in lieu of a greeting, while holding up a pair of goggles.  "I am afraid I can only prepare the one pair, not just because it is the only one I have but also because of an odd quirk of the process."  he adds with a shrug. 
 

  "It should certainly make watches at night easier. Are you able to pass the goggles around, or do they only work for you?"  

 
 Originally Posted by Athedia 
 Ren stood up from her prayers, eating some light rations.   "Maybe we should have kept that bastard from yesterday.  Traded him to the bandits.  I have had a feeling of unease since. But the logistics of keeping him fed and moving."  
 

  "We had no way of knowing ahead of time whether or not the attack was a simple robbery. We are supposed to be making these roads safe again under our leader's name - yes by bringing the bandits to heel - but perhaps you're right. Hindsight is, of course, a wonderful thing."  

Garak stood and stretched and decided to study the ground around the immediate area, to try and see where the bandits may have moved off to. He was having little success, but Katherine soon joined him and assisted him.

 
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Survival check to spot bandit tracks rolled in OOC, Helped by Katherine
 
Athedia
 "Indeed."  Ren set about packing up after the camp and obscuring the outlines of where people had slept to obscure their numbers from those that might follow.  Then she went to join Garak and Katherine, staying back as to not disturb them.
Millstone85
 
 Originally Posted by The Commander 
   "It should certainly make watches at night easier. Are you able to pass the goggles around, or do they only work for you?"   
 

 "They work for anyone and no attunement is required, so passing them around will be easy enough. Though it could be said that infusing an item is like attunement in reverse, with the item becoming linked to a latent aspect of my magic. Annoyingly, that means I can't have two items compete for the same aspect or neither would work properly. So I can provide the group with one pair of  goggles of the night  and not a single more." 
Lentrax
Garak finds the tracks they had been following easily enough. The wheels from the caravan of wagons continue on to the west, toward where you see the forest maybe a day and a half away.

He also find the tracks from the ambushes retreat last night. They are not heading toward the woods, and instead go off to the north, following the river.
The Commander
  Garak Bloodhorn  

Garak pointed out the sets of tracks for the others.   "We follow the river."   He said, before collecting his things and beginning to follow the tracks towards the river.
Athedia
Ren nodded and set off after Garak.  He seemed to be comfortable leading the group and she wasn't going to argue with someone who was able to track the bandits.  Her part could come later.
Lentrax
You begin following the tracks, and they continue to lead away from the woods.

The day is crisp and clear, and you are able to make good time following the trail.

But then you come to a crossroads and the tracks merge with some others. They start going off in different directions, but if you want to continue following the trail of the ambushes, you need to try and follow the right trail.
The Commander
  Garak Bloodhorn  

With the help of Kathrine and Ren, Garak stooped and studied the tracks, hoping to locate the ones they had been following.

 
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Survival check of 16 rolled in OOC
 
Lentrax
Garak analyzes the trails. He goes back to the path you all followed to analyze the tracks that led you here.

And then, he selects a trail. The trail continues to lead away from the woods, but you are, so far as you believe, hot on the trail of a group of ambushers.

And as you continue to follow the trail, you see the city growing larger.

Vagos. The city you began your journey in.

The trail is leading you back to the city.
Athedia
 "Uh, Garak?  Are you sure this was the right path?  I feel like we are going in a large circle at this point." 
Millstone85
 "And even if we had gone in a proper line, we would still be a long way away from the Salvaen Woods. It is very possible that neither attack has been related to the bandits we are tasked to put under control, instead having to do with the activities of a local thieves' guild or the secret wars between noble houses." 
The Commander
  Garak Bloodhorn  

 
 Originally Posted by Athedia 
  "Uh, Garak?  Are you sure this was the right path?  I feel like we are going in a large circle at this point."  
 


 
 Originally Posted by Millstone85 
  "And even if we had gone in a proper line, we would still be a long way away from the Salvaen Woods. It is very possible that neither attack has been related to the bandits we are tasked to put under control, instead having to do with the activities of a local thieves' guild or the secret wars between noble houses."  
 

  "I am certain that these are the tracks belonging to the ambushers from the previous night; but the Lance Corporal may be correct: they may not have been related to the bandits at all. Again, hindsight is a wonderful thing: there was no way to tell this from the information we had previously. However, this should mean that our reputation with the bandits themselves remains unchanged. If we are in agreement, perhaps we should abandon following these tracks and simply head to the locations we have marked on our maps?"  

(I think we had probably bandit locations marked on our maps, so we'll just head towards the closest one, if people are good with that)
Athedia
 
 Originally Posted by The Commander 
   Garak Bloodhorn  
  "I am certain that these are the tracks belonging to the ambushers from the previous night; but the Lance Corporal may be correct: they may not have been related to the bandits at all. Again, hindsight is a wonderful thing: there was no way to tell this from the information we had previously. However, this should mean that our reputation with the bandits themselves remains unchanged. If we are in agreement, perhaps we should abandon following these tracks and simply head to the locations we have marked on our maps?"   
 

 "Lead the way.  I would rather we make progress on this soon." 
JNAProductions
 "We shouldn't ignore the trail-Garak, I trust you've not lead us on the wrong one,"  Katherine says.  "But we cannot, likewise, ignore our mission. There's only one reasonable approach-we split up." 
Athedia
 
 Originally Posted by JNAProductions 
  "We shouldn't ignore the trail-Garak, I trust you've not lead us on the wrong one,"  Katherine says.  "But we cannot, likewise, ignore our mission. There's only one reasonable approach-we split up."  
 

Ren looked concerned, looking at the small group.  "And how would you have us split? You and Garak are our trackers." 
The Commander
  Garak Bloodhorn  

 
 Originally Posted by Athedia 
 Ren looked concerned, looking at the small group.  "And how would you have us split? You and Garak are our trackers."  
 

  "It would make the most sense for the Lance Corporal and I to return to tracking the bandits in the woods, whilst you both follow up on this city lead. We can agree to rendezvous back at the ruined farmhouse in 2 nights time if you wish?"  
JNAProductions
Katherine nods.  "I'm not really much of a tracker anyway-I was just lending assistance to Garak when he needed it." 
Athedia
Ren visibly relaxed obviously having been worried she would be paired with Taneal.   "I think we can manage that.  If you are not at the farmhouse in 2 nights which location will you be going to first?" 
The Commander
  Garak Bloodhorn  

 
 Originally Posted by Athedia 
 Ren visibly relaxed obviously having been worried she would be paired with Taneal.   "I think we can manage that.  If you are not at the farmhouse in 2 nights which location will you be going to first?"  
 

  "It would not be wise for the two of us, alone, to attempt negotiations with the bandits; so we will endeavour to return to the farmhouse. At worst we'd return to the Honest Quisling."  
Millstone85
 "Had I anticipated such a split, I would have prepared  sending stones ." 
The Commander
  Garak Bloodhorn  

 
 Originally Posted by Millstone85 
  "Had I anticipated such a split, I would have prepared  sending stones ."  
 

Garak pats Tanael on the shoulder.   "Again, hindsight is a wonderful thing. I am sure we will be fine. We've survived worse than a 2-day recon mission!"   He chuckled.   "Good hunting, Ren, Katherine; we will see you back at the farmhouse in 2 days time!"  

With that, Garak moved to retrace their steps back to where the tracks all intermingled.
Lentrax
The two groups split up.

Tanael and Garak head back toward the farmhouse. As they travel, they come back to the crossroads where they turned back toward the city, and they find a small caravan camped for the evening.

An armed elf holds up his hand in a stopping gesture.

"Hold, strangers! Who are you?"

***

Ren and Katherine head for the city, with not much to go off of, except for the description of the young spellcaster, a description of their intended target, and a desire to avoid embarassing their benefactor.
The Commander
  Garak Bloodhorn  

 
 Originally Posted by Lentrax 
 An armed elf holds up his hand in a stopping gesture.

"Hold, strangers! Who are you?" 
 

  "I am Garak Bloodhorn. Who are you?"   Replied Garak. He kept his hands visible for the Elf.
Athedia
 
 Originally Posted by Lentrax 
 Ren and Katherine head for the city, with not much to go off of, except for the description of the young spellcaster, a description of their intended target, and a desire to avoid embarrassing their benefactor. 
 

 "Katherine, who should we go to?  The guard?  An orphanage?  The kid was powerful, he had to have learned that somewhere.  Or gotten in trouble for it before."   Ren was uncomfortable with the silent travel.  She had spent most of her time on the road in the past traveling in groups of priests, getting them to talk to her and listening.  But her new companions were much quieter.  And she realized she didn't need to catalog their grievances.  That wasn't her job.
JNAProductions
 "The guard, I think,"  she replies.  "We've some authority there, and considering we did rescue a nobleman and some of his entourage, I doubt it would raise suspicions to inquire further. For the safety of others, of course." 
Athedia
 
 Originally Posted by JNAProductions 
  "The guard, I think,"  she replies.  "We've some authority there, and considering we did rescue a nobleman and some of his entourage, I doubt it would raise suspicions to inquire further. For the safety of others, of course."  
 

 "Of course."  She walked a bit further in silence before speaking again.   "I can help with that you know.  If you wanted me to?" 

With that offer she stayed quiet for the rest of the walk, focusing on keeping pace.
JNAProductions
Katherine c oc ks her head slightly.  "Help how?" 
Lentrax
 
 Originally Posted by The Commander 
   Garak Bloodhorn  
  "I am Garak Bloodhorn. Who are you?"   Replied Garak. He kept his hands visible for the Elf. 
 

“My name is Vanellithax. I do hope you do not mind the question, for these roads can be dangerous. But why do you travel them?”
The Commander
  Garak Bloodhorn  

 
 Originally Posted by Lentrax 
 “My name is Vanellithax. I do hope you do not mind the question, for these roads can be dangerous. But why do you travel them?” 
 

Garak took a moment to appraise the Elf and his caravan: how many of them there were, what they were armed with, what they might be transporting, etc.

 
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Perception:  (1d20+5)[ 17 ] 
Insight:  (1d20+5)[ 23 ] 
 

  "Indeed, these roads are dangerous. We have already seen the destroyed remains of several caravans. We even came across a noble Elf from a destroyed caravan the other night; but he retreated before we could gain his name. My companion and I seek to make these roads safer. We have others who are already following up on leads relating potentially to the bandits in these areas."  
Athedia
 
 Originally Posted by JNAProductions 
 Katherine c oc ks her head slightly.  "Help how?"  
 

 "Empower your speech.  Not that I think you need it! I just... don't want to spend to long away from the main mission." 
JNAProductions
 "Understood. Then let's not delay,"  she replies, and starts off for the nearest barracks, guardhouse, or other official locale.
Lentrax
 
 Originally Posted by The Commander 
   Garak Bloodhorn  



Garak took a moment to appraise the Elf and his caravan: how many of them there were, what they were armed with, what they might be transporting, etc.

 
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Perception: [roll0]
Insight: [roll1]
 

  "Indeed, these roads are dangerous. We have already seen the destroyed remains of several caravans. We even came across a noble Elf from a destroyed caravan the other night; but he retreated before we could gain his name. My companion and I seek to make these roads safer. We have others who are already following up on leads relating potentially to the bandits in these areas."   
 

"Potentially, he says," the elf says. "Relating to the bandits, hm?"

His hand comes to rest on the hilt of his sword. Not as if preparing to attack, but because he naturally rests his hand there. The blade seems almost a part of him, and Garak believes he is probably a decent swordsman. He can see three other warriors armed and armored in similar fashion to the elf.

The wagons are fairly nondescript and lack emblem or logo of any kind. With the backs of the wagons covered, you could not say what they carried, but the bulges suggest crates of some kind.

"Well. I do not know what you could think to accomplish just the two of you, but you are welcome to join our fire, though I can not permit you to remain in our camp for the night."


 
 Originally Posted by JNAProductions 
  "Understood. Then let's not delay,"  she replies, and starts off for the nearest barracks, guardhouse, or other official locale. 
 

The nearest official locale is a barracks that most of your group, and indeed, all the agents of the Colonel are. For this is one of the three barracks under her personal command, as part of her official duties.

As you enter, you are greeted by a sergeant (a blue scaled dragonborn) who identifies himself to you as one of the Colonel's agents with a passphrase.

When you are all satisfied that you are all loyal agents, he leads you into a side room. "Now," he says, closing the door on the noise from the rest of the garrison. "What exactly do you need?"
JNAProductions
 "There was an ambush-some foppish noble was assaulted by bandits,"  Katherine informs the sergeant.  "We intervened, saving him, and tracked the bandits' trail. It lead us back here. Anything else worth mentioning, Ren?" 
Athedia
 
 Originally Posted by JNAProductions 
  "There was an ambush-some foppish noble was assaulted by bandits,"  Katherine informs the sergeant.  "We intervened, saving him, and tracked the bandits' trail. It lead us back here. Anything else worth mentioning, Ren?"  
 

Ren looked up surprised to be asked.  "Yes, the one bandit was just a kid.  We think he came from here, if they are recruiting from here that might help us." 
The Commander
  Garak Bloodhorn  

Garak nodded approvingly at the caravan's decent escort.

  "We do not intend to stay at these crossroads. I do not notice any trade company logos on your wagons. Do you travel for a private benefactor?"  
Lentrax
 
 Originally Posted by JNAProductions 
  "There was an ambush-some foppish noble was assaulted by bandits,"  Katherine informs the sergeant.  "We intervened, saving him, and tracked the bandits' trail. It lead us back here. Anything else worth mentioning, Ren?"  
 


 
 Originally Posted by Athedia 
 Ren looked up surprised to be asked.  "Yes, the one bandit was just a kid.  We think he came from here, if they are recruiting from here that might help us."  
 

""Is that all you have to go off of? That isn't much. You know how many groups recruit kids? Hells,  we  recruit kids."


 
 Originally Posted by The Commander 
   Garak Bloodhorn  

Garak nodded approvingly at the caravan's decent escort.

  "We do not intend to stay at these crossroads. I do not notice any trade company logos on your wagons. Do you travel for a private benefactor?"   
 

The elf gives you another appraising glance. "That," he says. "Is not your business. Since you don't intend on staying here, you likely wish to be on your way. Safe journey."

He turns to go back to the wagons.
JNAProductions
 "Not too many with magical talent, though,"  Katherine adds.  "Especially given he had enough power to find  something  safer." 
Lentrax
'Wouldn't be so sure about that, myself," the dragonborn says.

"Ever since the war, magic users have been treated with more and more fear. Obviously, it doesn't stop magic users from pursuing their craft, but it does make it harder for them to get in somewhere. And if they went out of the city to a bandit group, if they had any actual power, they probably would angle for some kind of leader position. If they went out for the raid, they probably didn't actually have that much power, and got sent by someone with more."

He thinks for a moment, then shakes his head. "No. I don't think I know of anyone out there like that. Maybe the groups closer to the Imperial border. But the Colonel won't like it if you waste too much time."
Athedia
 
 Originally Posted by Lentrax 
 'Wouldn't be so sure about that, myself," the dragonborn says.

"Ever since the war, magic users have been treated with more and more fear. Obviously, it doesn't stop magic users from pursuing their craft, but it does make it harder for them to get in somewhere. And if they went out of the city to a bandit group, if they had any actual power, they probably would angle for some kind of leader position. If they went out for the raid, they probably didn't actually have that much power, and got sent by someone with more."

He thinks for a moment, then shakes his head. "No. I don't think I know of anyone out there like that. Maybe the groups closer to the Imperial border. But the Colonel won't like it if you waste too much time." 
 

Ren fixed the dragonborn with a flat stare as he mentioned the fear people had toward magic users.  But she bit her desired retort back, reminding herself to remain calm.

 "But the trail they left came from here.  Not some camp deeper in the woods.  That would have made sense." 
Lentrax
He shrugged. “I can only tell you what I know.”
The Commander
  Garak Bloodhorn  

Garak shrugged and made to move past the caravan on the way to the farmhouse, giving the escort and the wagons a wide berth.

On the way to the farmhouse, Garak decided to see what food he could forage/game he could hunt whilst waiting for nightfall and the eventual return of the others.

 
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Survival check to find food/water:  (1d20+5)[ 11 ] . Garak has a Light Crossbow for ranged hunting, if necessary.
 
Millstone85
Tanael assists Garak with the hunting and foraging.

 
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Advantage on Garak's Survival check:  (1d20+5)[ 24 ] 
Guidance bonus on the best roll:  (1d4)[ 2 ] 
 
Lentrax
Garak is easily able to find enough food for the both of you. But after managing to hunt the food down, you gauge you do not have the time to make it to the farmhouse by nightfall, and it would likely be well into the night before you can make it back there.
The Commander
  Garak Bloodhorn  

Garak attempted to find a suitable spot to make camp for the two of them. Somewhere with plenty of cover, but enough space to cook.

 
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Survival:  (1d20+5)[ 21 ] 
 

  "I hope our companions are enjoying good luck this evening. No doubt they'll sleep in the city tonight in warm beds; but I don't envy them. Sleeping under the stars with ones comrades, near to enemy lines, always helps me sleep better."   He idly said to Tanael.   "What was the name of that Fire Genasi woman who always complained about sleeping out in the sticks? I wonder where she ended up after the war ended...."  