D&D 5E One Shot #3: Lady of the Mist

[EarlyBird]

OOC: Bilkar has a small basilisk skin, and head. He can "trade" them out (turn them into gp) after the adventure. Advancing thread...

The path leads up to a pair of tall badly rusted iron gates set in a 10'-high stone wall. The gates are slightly ajar. On the ground in front of them lies yet another stone statue, this one of a man wearing armor, with a sword in his right hand and a shield strapped to his left arm. The emblem on it is unmistakably the insignia of the royal police of Thirsk. (also used by the secret police)

Remembering that Hanin said Althon left with two guardsman, this must be the second one. Looking past the gates, the mist seems thicker, but you can make out more leafless trees along with a fountain inside a walled courtyard.

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Through the thick fog you can barely make out the skeletal features of dead trees and shrubs that fill the withered garden. The air is chilly and damp, and there is a dark feeling of lurking evil.

Suddenly you hear music from somewhere far ahead. It is a haunting tune that has you shivering while it plays.

As the song ends, the silence once again falls over the eerie garden. The mists continue to swirl slowly around you, and a feeling of dread fills you.

OOC: No game effect, just something to RP for the group.

 

[JustinCase]

Not feeling comfortable at all, especially after his brief mental encounter with his demonic patron, Mister Bubbles is not eager to move forward.

"That's the other guard, I think," he says, pointing out the obvious. "Althon must be inside."

Then he seems to make up his mind, and moves deliberately through the gates towards the courtyard.

 

[KahlessNestor]

Isle of Mists
Dusk
Round 0

“‘Cause it ain’t creep enough…” Ivar muttered as the music started to play. “Somethin’s ‘ome.” He gave the petrified guard a look. “Poor bastard.”

After glancing at the others, Ivar followed Mr. Bubbles through the gates into the creepy garden. “Cannae see a damned thing in this fog,” he muttered.

Perception: 1D20+3 = [4]+3 = 7

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[Greenmtn]

Bilkar Gnome Druid

"Bilkar not like." He mutters as he follows the others through the gateway.
"Bilkar try to help Ivar see." BIlkar says as he wiggles his fingers ending in a pushing motion and a light breeze bushes the mist out causing motion in it. Bilkar looks carfully hoping that the mist will move around anything that is in it's way.

OOC: Druidcraft again. I know the breeze won't do much but maybe it's enough to give people advantage on perception checks? Anyone that things it's a bad idea feel free to scold Bilkar. Perception: [roll]1d20+2

If Advantage [roll0][/ooc]

 

[jmucchiello]

Lee says, "We can always follow the music."

OOC: Perception [roll0]

 

[EarlyBird]

Bilkar's breeze swirls the strange thic mist for a moment before it once again covers nearly everything.

A path leads off from the gates through the dense thicket of dead bushes and shrubs ahead. Hacked-off branches litter the ground, though it's hard to tell how recently they were cut.

OOC: Intelligence(Nature) DC 14, check if you study the chopped up branches on the path.

The path leads into a clearing around a large founatin decorated with statues of dolphins surounded by angel-like figures, some of them riding the dolphins.

OOC: Wisdm(Perception) check DC [roll0]

 

[jmucchiello]

Lee looks at the branches.

OOC: Int Nature [roll0]

 

[EarlyBird]

Picking up one of the branches Lee notices the "sap" is more blood-like than normal. And what she is holding looks more like an arm with seven fingers than a normal tree or shrub branch.

 

[jmucchiello]

"Anyone know of a tree whose sap looks like blood?" Lee asks, indicating the branches in question. "Funny, this even looks like an elbow."

 

[JustinCase]

A shiver runs down Mister Bubbles' spine as Lee compares the branch with an arm, although he tries not to show it.

"Trees don't have blood," he says with some conviction, then focuses on the fountain. "Angels riding dolphins? That sculptor must've been insane."

OOC: Perception: [roll0]