Adventure Inc. Campaign

[RavenBlackthorne]

After stretching and getting lost in his usual morning routine, Richard notices the caravans leaving and runs to hop on to the cart. Yawning, his head sinks to one side and he falls straight back asleep, his lips moving soundlessly.

 

[renau1g]

Geffin will laugh at almost leaving Richard behind, then seeing that bard taking a nap, decides he has the right idea and joins him in slumber.

 

[CaBaNa]

Zed plays a soft string ensemble, adding woodwinds occasionally. Sitting in his designated spot, and rather huffy about it.

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Prestidigitation.

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[Ian.Fleming]

Cracks of thunder flashed and rain hammered down on you all from morning until mid-afternoon. Travel was frustratingly slow, you may have covered half the distance you all wanted that day. Stops were frequent to get wheels unstuck and to calm panicked and slipping horses.

Once the rain stopped in the mid-afternoon, you have about 20 minutes of calm weather before a thick, steel grey fog sets in. There are two problems with this fog. It gives everyone a metallic taste in their mouth, has a mildly acidic scent to it, and fog does not occur this far inland.

Anybody with Arcana trained make a check.

 

[renau1g]

Geffin has experienced many things magical happen to himself and struggles to recall if he's heard anything that those boring ol' wizards tried to explain to them before he got distracted and snuck out of the room in search of pie.

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arcana (1d20+6=14)
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[Grescheks]

Having no knowledge of magically (or even of naturally) occuring fog, Bharash's reaction to the fog is likely not as strong as it could otherwise be. However, his martial training (and natural paranoia) makes him think that, if someone were planning to attack the caravan, then they would likely want to use this fog to their advantage. Readying his axe and shield, Bharash listens intently to his surroundings, hoping to catch the sound of anybody moving to the sides of the road.


[sblock=Perception Roll]Perception roll to hear movement beside road. (1d20+4=14) [/sblock]

 

[CaBaNa]

Zed sours at the fog, unable to look himself as clearly in the mirror. Smacking his lips together, the soft music the eladrin was playing ceases.
mla, mla, this tastes like, mla, silver tinge, or, mla, Resid... A floating force shoves Richard and Geffin, while Zed's voice is heard whispering near them, High Alert.

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IC is still down...

Zed has a 13 arcana...

Mage hand to shove the two, Ghost sound to whisper to them.
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[RavenBlackthorne]

His eyes flicking suddenly open as Zed’s invisible hand pushes him, Richard takes in his surroundings. His acute senses set him instantly on the defensive.
“I’ll second that alert, wizard. Everyone be prepared .”
With that, he draws his sword slowly but fluidly, the scrape of the metal singing and resonating alone the length of the blade, as he attunes himself to the fog.
[sblock=Arcana Roll]1d20+9=29[/sblock]

 

[Ian.Fleming]

[sblock=Richard]As the only one who passed his Arcana check, you know that fogs like this happen frequently when a lot of various alchemical substances mix. Majority of the time it's because some clumsy assistant knocks over a storage shelf full of stuff. Ambushers can rarely afford to gather the material components required for a catastrophy like this. This particular fog is harmless, just extremely obscuring for the time being. The mud must have absorbed the more harmful chemicals near the site of the accident, watch your step![/sblock]
[sblock=Everyone Else] Fog sure is thick, eh b'ys? [/sblock]

The caravan slows down to a crawl, and as you inch forward a little further you start to hear a very, very strange string of sounds... it's rather difficult to describe until you get closer.

 

[CaBaNa]

We should scout ahead, and by we, I mean you. Zed points to the rest of the members of Adventurers Inc. I'll follow closely behind. a ghostly whisper of Zed's voice floats past Richard And if women are ahead, we can introduce ourselves first!


*Always thinking...* Mouths the narcissistic eladrin, while indicating at the top of his head.