Assault on Dragonspear (5e PBP) IC

[Kobold Stew]

Tommi looks at Vairar. "What plan do you want? Make a suggestion."

To a point, Tommi agrees. Tommi wishes that the two were not going off on their own to investigate two of the two less likely sites for the ritual on their own, and he is suspicious of the private family shrine. He's said that, and suggested a way that the impact could be mitigated by having Oh-Six go with them. If they are using magic to travel, though, that becomes impractical, and it means giving up a resource for the "main" attack/investigation they are undertaking.

"I don't have the best mind for plans," he says. "I'd like to hear what you say."

 

[Neurotic]

"Plan on the way. We're not safe here. Sooner we're out, sooner we're done. The lord does as the lord will. We don't have to like the way of the nobles. But we cannot stay here. Let's plan at that inn on the way."

He looks at the group
"If the elves are harmed, I will level this duke's castle. Don't stand in my way."

 

[FitzTheRuke]

The Daggerfordians were still forming various complaints and voicing concerns while piled in Lord Darfin's kitchen. It was the lowest floor of the townhouse, and had a hard-packed dirt floor with a large stone fireplace, an iron oven, and a central prep station made of oak and brass. Delfen Yellowknife worked quickly, carving a circular sigil into the floor with a trowel and adding splashes of colour using various components from his own pouch, or occasionally stealing spices or other items from the kitchen shelves.

Soon, he had a complicated but beautiful circle drawn, and he chanted while touching a few spots with a golden dagger that he'd produced from his robe. The circle began to glow with magical energy and the Wizard waved his arms. The magical circle created a copy of itself that floated slightly above the first before shifting upright. Then stood a portal, where, from a certain angle, one could see a group of standing stones on a grassy hill, and a gravel trail that wound away out of sight.

"Well, my friends. All is not quite what we would wish, but then, that is nothing new." said Sir Isteval, propping himself on his "walking stick" that was really a very well-made greatsword in its reinforced scabbard. He wished the wizards well and stepped toward the portal, adding, "Let us be about it, then. Onward to Dragonspear!"

OOC: I assume and hope that everyone is with Isteval, misgivings or not.

 

[Neurotic]

"Here goes nothing. Be safe!" Lunn says to the elves before stepping through.

 

[TaranTheWanderer]

Spoiler: Dr. Morgan Wells - Mini-sheet

Dr. Morgan Wells Race: Human HP: 37/37 AC: 12/15(Mage Armour)	Active Spells - Mage Armour: 7hrs - - -	Spell Slots: 1st [X] [] [] [] 2nd [] [] [] 3rd [] [] [] 4th [X]
Arcane Ward: 18/18	AR: 1/1	Spell Save DC: 16
Spoiler: Stats(saves) STR: 8-1 DEX: 14 + 2 CON: 12 + 1 INT: 18+4(+7) WIS: 12 +1(+4) CHA:12 +1	Spoiler: Skills Arcana:10 History: 7 Investigation:10 Medicine: 4 Persuasion: 4 Religion: 7	Spoiler: Spells Cantrips Control Flames, Chill touch, Shape water, Shocking grasp, Message, Mending Memorized spells 1st Grease, Mage Armour, Shield, 2nd Arcane Lock, Invisibility, Web, Misty Step, See Invisibility 3rd Dispel Magic, Slow, Haste 4th Arcane Eye, Banishment

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Morgan shakes Wizard Delphin's hand,

"Until we meet again, friend."

And then he steps through the portal.

 

[Kobold Stew]

With the additional haste, it seems the separate groups are doing nothing that will allow them to maintain contact with the other. Tommi doesn't think that's wise, but he's had his say, and doesn't possess the magic needed to do it himself.

Does he hope that they are able to find the group at one of the other sites? Does he hope that it will be at Dragonspear Castle? He really doesn't know. But They've bought a bit of time with Sherlen, and that, he supposes, is enough. Tommi steps through, Oh-six hovering just behind him, as he steps into the grassy field.

 

[VLAD the Destroyer]

Lionel steels himself and rushes through the portal. He almost runs into the back of those who went before him but pulls himself short and moves out of the way of the portal. He whistles softly to himself.

"Don't know what I expected but it wasn't that." He looks around the clearing. "Now let's hope the rest of the journey to Dragonspear Castle is as easy."

He knew that that would probably not be the case but smiled weakly to keep the others hopes up.

 

[FitzTheRuke]

Sir Isteval stood tall as the others came through the portal. Somehow he looked younger and more vigorous than they'd seen him before, as if his youthful zeal for adventure had returned to him. This only lasted an hour or so, as they hiked out of the hills and found the Trade Way road heading south. It was clear that his wounded leg was causing him great pain, but he did his best not to slow the group down.

A cold westerly wind came from the Sea of Swords, bringing a salty freshness to the day as they travelled among sparse trees along the old road. There seemed to be shockingly little travel on this day, and they only passed by a single woodcutter in their first hour on the road. He was travelling toward them with a mule and small wagon, loaded with gathered firewood. He stopped when he saw them and watched them approach, warily clutching at his spear that doubled as a walking stick.

 

[TaranTheWanderer]

Spoiler: Dr. Morgan Wells - Mini-sheet

Dr. Morgan Wells Race: Human HP: 37/37 AC: 12/15(Mage Armour)	Active Spells - Mage Armour: 7hrs - - -	Spell Slots: 1st [X] [] [] [] 2nd [] [] [] 3rd [] [] [] 4th [X]
Arcane Ward: 18/18	AR: 1/1	Spell Save DC: 16
Spoiler: Stats(saves) STR: 8-1 DEX: 14 + 2 CON: 12 + 1 INT: 18+4(+7) WIS: 12 +1(+4) CHA:12 +1	Spoiler: Skills Arcana:10 History: 7 Investigation:10 Medicine: 4 Persuasion: 4 Religion: 7	Spoiler: Spells Cantrips Control Flames, Chill touch, Shape water, Shocking grasp, Message, Mending Memorized spells 1st Grease, Mage Armour, Shield, 2nd Arcane Lock, Invisibility, Web, Misty Step, See Invisibility 3rd Dispel Magic, Slow, Haste 4th Arcane Eye, Banishment

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Morgan nodded a polite 'how d'you do" to the passing farmers but waited until they were out of earshot before speaking up,

"Sir Isteval, do you have a map or some knowledge of the area? I'm wondering if it might be too dangerous for a group like ours to go into town. Maybe we can make camp outside somewhere and then send someone in to get a horse in the morning before we leave. Or multiple horses, although, that may look suspicious. But at least we'll already be on our way out.

"I'm just worried that, if there are Thayan spies at the next town, they'll have time to get ahead of us while we're resting. If we do go into town, maybe we should go in pairs and keep to ourselves like we don't know each other - just to throw them off...""

It wasn't like Morgan to be paranoid but, knowing what he knew now about the Thayan plot and, given their hasty escape and the apparent manipulation of the Duke, Morgan didn't want to risk tipping their hand.

 

[Kobold Stew]

Tommi usually is a fast walker, and his boots were dry, and so he kept walking ahead of the others, and waiting for them to catch up. Oh-Six dogged along beside him, sometimes zipping ahead of him. Tommi might have wondered if this was a subtle chastisement of his own habits, but Tommi isn't always so reflective, or open to self-critique.

The chill off the sea tasted of salt, and so Tommi wrapped up. As the wagon had come into view, Morgan and the others had just caught up to Tommi, who was chewing on his thumb, trying to get rid of a hangnail. When Morgan spoke, Tommi raised his right hand in an awkward wave, and he fell into single file as they made space for the man and his mule.