narayan
Explorer
Alic, Bax, Kryslogious, Malic, Ordechai, Wrenwil
Wrenwil sees a vision of a small fleet of Chivalan ships beneath the stars upon the seas at this very moment. Their banners bear the standard of the province of Ateria, yet above them where the flag of Pentos should wave you glimpse the evil sigil of Herod instead!
From your birds-eye vantage point you glimpse their intended port of landing is a blackened city of ancient ruins, long since abandoned, with evidence of crumbling skeletons half-buried in ash littering the streets. (Fate Pool Knowledge Check, Geography: = 10, Fail) The style of architecture and layout of its streets is unfamiliar to you, yet vaguely Akhenaten in design. It is a port city somewhere on the coast of Akhenaten. That is all you can guess at this time.
In the distance you glimpse belching volcano's within a wasteland where nothing grows and nothing natural can survive, much like some horrid plane of hell itself. Strangely yet, there are people moving on the docks to throw ropes and secure the ships to mooring. Other figures stir in the ruins before evil humanoids of all types emerge and assemble into military formations on the outskirts of the city.
Suddenly you feel a deep dread as an evil power atop an unfamiliar mountain far in the distance senses your clairvoyance. You feel tendrils of darkness probing at the edges of your consciousness, seeking thoughts they can use to draw themselves into your mind. Your heart starts to race with fear as your skull throbs with great pain. Yet Pentos' divine might intervenes, there is a flash of light, and the vision ends as suddenly as it began.
[The result of your Augury spell itself is: Nothing]
[Wrenwil: What do you do?]
Ordechai observes your offering and chant with interest, though since it is spoken in old Chivalan he cannot understand its meaning exactly. He also notices how your eyes suddenly grow wide.
Ordechai: "Whats the matter Wrenwil?"
After dumping the body of your feathered foe intto the river (It is lighter than you expected) you return to camp to see the dwarves seated by their fire with their heads together in intense discussion. They call you over with a wave.
Alic: "That obstinate oaf Ordechai refuses to move camp. We are considering dragging him behind our ponies in chains, leaving his hogs and goods behind to teach him a lesson."
Malic: Nods "A Prisoner should know his place. We have been too lenient with him."
Alic: Shrugs "I'm not sure that's a good idea. We have yet to interrogate him thanks to that Vul. If we drag him away now, he's far less likely to tell us what we need to know."
Malic: "He'll talk one way or the other. It's his own damn fault if we have to torture him."
Alic: Stares at his father with surprise. "You would do that?"
Malic: "His information may save the lives of many clansman. It isn't much of a debate in my mind. He's selfish to keep such knowledge to himself. We cannot allow a single half-dwarf to jeopardize the safety of our clan. Especially one who's already admitted he's a criminal who'll be punished anyway."
Alic: Looks back to you Kryslogious. "What is your input on this Kryslogious? I saw you kneel before Ordechai earlier, I hope you wouldn't choose loyalty to him over us?"
[Kryslogious: What do you do?]
Wrenwil said:"My Lord be Pentos great and true,
my offering small and in night blew.
Our friend says stay I shall not budge,
the skies now may bring wing born grudge.
For half one hour if we stay,
grant me knowledge of price to pay."
[Casting Augury, DM to roll secret 74% chance of success. An augury can tell you whether a particular action will bring good or bad results for you in the immediate future. Wrenwil wants to know if remaining at this campsite is safe in the short-term.]
Wrenwil sees a vision of a small fleet of Chivalan ships beneath the stars upon the seas at this very moment. Their banners bear the standard of the province of Ateria, yet above them where the flag of Pentos should wave you glimpse the evil sigil of Herod instead!
From your birds-eye vantage point you glimpse their intended port of landing is a blackened city of ancient ruins, long since abandoned, with evidence of crumbling skeletons half-buried in ash littering the streets. (Fate Pool Knowledge Check, Geography: = 10, Fail) The style of architecture and layout of its streets is unfamiliar to you, yet vaguely Akhenaten in design. It is a port city somewhere on the coast of Akhenaten. That is all you can guess at this time.
In the distance you glimpse belching volcano's within a wasteland where nothing grows and nothing natural can survive, much like some horrid plane of hell itself. Strangely yet, there are people moving on the docks to throw ropes and secure the ships to mooring. Other figures stir in the ruins before evil humanoids of all types emerge and assemble into military formations on the outskirts of the city.
Suddenly you feel a deep dread as an evil power atop an unfamiliar mountain far in the distance senses your clairvoyance. You feel tendrils of darkness probing at the edges of your consciousness, seeking thoughts they can use to draw themselves into your mind. Your heart starts to race with fear as your skull throbs with great pain. Yet Pentos' divine might intervenes, there is a flash of light, and the vision ends as suddenly as it began.
[The result of your Augury spell itself is: Nothing]
[Wrenwil: What do you do?]
Ordechai observes your offering and chant with interest, though since it is spoken in old Chivalan he cannot understand its meaning exactly. He also notices how your eyes suddenly grow wide.
Ordechai: "Whats the matter Wrenwil?"
set out too drag the Vul corpse to the river. While the camp set to chaos deciding to flee forwards or backwards Kryslogious heeded his task first. After which he returned to the camp with the rest of his companions.
After dumping the body of your feathered foe intto the river (It is lighter than you expected) you return to camp to see the dwarves seated by their fire with their heads together in intense discussion. They call you over with a wave.
Alic: "That obstinate oaf Ordechai refuses to move camp. We are considering dragging him behind our ponies in chains, leaving his hogs and goods behind to teach him a lesson."
Malic: Nods "A Prisoner should know his place. We have been too lenient with him."
Alic: Shrugs "I'm not sure that's a good idea. We have yet to interrogate him thanks to that Vul. If we drag him away now, he's far less likely to tell us what we need to know."
Malic: "He'll talk one way or the other. It's his own damn fault if we have to torture him."
Alic: Stares at his father with surprise. "You would do that?"
Malic: "His information may save the lives of many clansman. It isn't much of a debate in my mind. He's selfish to keep such knowledge to himself. We cannot allow a single half-dwarf to jeopardize the safety of our clan. Especially one who's already admitted he's a criminal who'll be punished anyway."
Alic: Looks back to you Kryslogious. "What is your input on this Kryslogious? I saw you kneel before Ordechai earlier, I hope you wouldn't choose loyalty to him over us?"
[Kryslogious: What do you do?]
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