D&D 5E [IC] Creamsteak's Princes of Elemental Evil

[Forged Fury]

Damien eyed the growing structure uncertainly. Jerking his head toward the monastery, he said, "Given their predilection for earth magic, how do we know they can't collapse this whole thing on us? No thanks. How far is Red Larch from here, anyway?"

The warlock wanted to get back to civilization and do a little research. Surely someone knew more about this than they did and stumbling around hadn't really done them all that much good. As well, the silence from Archandros was beginning to concern Damien.

 

[Creamsteak]

The group heads away from the monastery for a short uninterrupted rest.

Afterwards they take cover in an inconspicuous area of the Sumber Hills.

The parties rest is only mildly disturbed by a passing group of three human shepherds and their goats. They inquire as to the groups activities and mostly talk about the strange weather in the world. They make mention of a druidic festival of sorts that they have heard of. Apparently the druids of the Scarlet Moon claim that they can "fix" the weather problems that have been affecting the Desserin Valley and driving even these poor shepherds out of their normal ranges.

OOC: The group gets a full rest. Do you want to take on the monastery again after a day, or head back to Red Larch, or move on to the Feathergale Spire... or even possibly visit this druid festival at the Scarlet Moon Hall? Or something else...

 

[Kobold Stew]

OOC: Now we have keys...

Following the rest, Carradoc, refreshed, casts Mage Armor and washes his face.

 

[Forged Fury]

"What about heading back to Red Larch?" Damien asked no one in particular. "Maybe we could pick up some information or get better provisioned before we head back. We've already spent nearly half a day away from the Monastery. They have to have discovered the attack by now. If anything, I would think they may be alert for another attack right now. Maybe give it a few days and they'll simmer down?"

OOC: Curses! I had totally intended on leaving one of those black feathers from the leather armor those vulture riders were wearing at the Monastery.

 

[Kobold Stew]

OOC: We can still parachute one into the garden via Carradoc's familiar, if you like.

 

[Steve Gorak]

"What about heading back to Red Larch?" Damien asked no one in particular. "Maybe we could pick up some information or get better provisioned before we head back. We've already spent nearly half a day away from the Monastery. They have to have discovered the attack by now. If anything, I would think they may be alert for another attack right now. Maybe give it a few days and they'll simmer down?"

Thaliss answers telepathically I say we strike now, before they get reinforcements or have time to prepare more. I heard moaning when the gargoyle fell from the garden, so they could have prisoners.

 

[hafrogman]

Tolan looks up from where he has been kneeling, meditating over his sword.

"I am torn. Information and preparation would not go amiss. But something is clearly afoot at that monastery. The priest seemed almost surprised when his guard did not return with the Knight Captain. That place is still our best lead on the survivors of the caravan attack, and time may be of the essence."

 

[CanadienneBacon]

When Tolan mentioned the phrase, "Knight Captain," Dent looked up. A fresh wave of agitation made him grit his teeth in ire. Several days, two strong leads, and stillhe hadn't retrieved the Knight Captain. It wasn't enough that he'd put his blade through Grimmjaw, through the priest's throat, through Qarbo's heart. Dent felt keenly the loss of making a true killing blow in those instances; desire for vengeance thrummed in his blood, filling both ears with bloodlust until he could think of nothing else. He shook his head, trying to shake loose and separate logic from emotion.

The knight lapsed into silence. He picked up oil and whetstone and began sharpening his dinged-up longsword. He thought about his Knight Captain, about Qarbo, about the near-death of both Tolan and Damien, about the need for more information. After a long while, Dent grunted. He held up his steel, looked at it in the light, checked it for sharpness. "I don't think the monastery has the Knight Captain. I think Qarbo was lying; the guard he sent below to fetch the Captain seemed confused about Qarbo's order. The shallow grave would be where I'd check next, or this Feathergale Spire." Dent looked up and eyed Damien. "But if we're lacking leads and information, then Red Larch wouldn't be amiss, either." He shrugged. "Hate to leave brigands alive and breathing in the monastery, but we left 'em at the Keep, so might as well. Whatever place we chose next, though, let's choose carefully. I won't be walking away from a third fight."

 

[Shayuri]

"Do we even know what questions to ask in Red Larch?" Aridha points out. "Everything we found there has led us here, to the wilderness and these bickering factions. From what we've seen so far, it seems almost certain that Feathergale Spire has air-worshipping priests, and it's likely that they'll be better prepared than these others. I think we may find answers deeper in this monestary that we'd not find elsewhere. Even if they don't have the people we seek, we're still going by sheer starlight, trying to make out shadowy forms in the darkness. That's not a good way to hunt."

She draws her scimitar and starts to sharpen it. "Weather controlling druids as well. I'm more than a little curious as to what they've got to do with all this."

 

[Forged Fury]

Damien shrugged, "As far as I recall, we didn't know anything about these factions until we got out here. How would we have asked about them in Red Larch without knowing about them in the first place? It could be a total waste of time, but I think it's pretty obvious there's a lot more going on out here than just a missing delegation from Mirabar."