The Closed Eye, part II (DM: covaithe, Judge: garyh)

[Dunamin]

A gut feeling not unlike his current surprising hunger for tasty meat, combined with all the clues pointing to the entrance more than convinces Woe. He quietly brings out his spear, just in case they should run into trouble a bit before they decide to start it themselves.

“Nicely done, fellas,” he whispers. “I recognize those rags as belonging to one of our fallen partners. Half a bottle of Grave-Riser Bitters says this is the place.”

Woe scouts around for well-concealed spots where the group could conceivably lay low for hours, looking for a hideout not too distant from a position where the hillside entrance can be overlooked.

“I’d rather not risk letting these bodysnatchers slip away, but Atreus looks like he could use more than just a breather. Whether we rest or keep up the tempo would have to be your call.”

 

[Atriden]

[sblock=Robbing the dead]
In that case, I'l take the necklace and to be on the safe side, I'l chop a body part of Tander that is big enough to get him resurrected if someone decides to snatch him.
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[Atriden]

“Nicely done, fellas,”

Atreus nods at this " Yes, indeed " and he takes one more look at the tracks " I find these tracks strange. I would have expected to find more traces and clues on our way here, which leads me to believe that they are very cunning "

“I’d rather not risk letting these bodysnatchers slip away, but Atreus looks like he could use more than just a breather. Whether we rest or keep up the tempo would have to be your call.”

Atreus inspects himself, suddenly noticing the similarities between him and a wrecked rag doll " My mind needs no rest but my body urges me to take one " and he takes a moment to think "... but considering what we are up against we can't afford to take chances. If Kathalia and Hacker do not object, I wish for us to rest at a secure location until me and Woe have fully regained our strength "
The rogue slips on Tanders necklace and also scouts for a secure area for the group to hide if it becomes necessary. " I wish we had some way to get provisions from here before we enter the cave. No matter, it gives us a time to explain what we are up against, for they are no simple enemy and we have much to tell " and he awaits their respond.
[sblock=To nerdytenor and Covaithe]
To nerdytenor: Do you have the means to cast animal messenger ritual ?
To Covaithe: and if so, can it transport back and forth goods to us from town?
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[nerdytenor]

OOC: No animal messenger - Kathalia went with alchemy instead of rituals.

(Although (as covaithe pointed out upon character review), it is a little unclear what happens here rules-wise, since druids get animal messenger 'for free'. I took a different level-one potion recipe 'for free' instead, which seems reasonable enough)

 

[Atriden]

OOC:
Hmm, ok. I really hoped for a easy way to get provisions.. Anyway, what would Kathalia say to a run back to town to get the group some provisions ?
Another question, I can't seem to find your character sheet, is it in the character sandbox?

 

[nerdytenor]

OOC: Kathalia is here

 

[KenHood]

Hacker leans against the rocks and lights a cigarette as Atreus begins his speech. He looks over at Kathalia and rolls his eyes.

" I wish we had some way to get provisions from here before we enter the cave. "

"We do, meat-head. It's called stop polishing the seat of your pants, get up off your *****, walk your dandified monologuing little self into town, and buy whatever the ***** you want. Good gods, but you love to hear yourself! Seriously, is there some void that develops in that paltry thing you call a soul while you're sneaking about that you feel some overwhelming compulsion to fill with sound as soon as you engage in overt activities?"

No matter, it gives us a time to explain what we are up against, for they are no simple enemy and we have much to tell "

"Oh, dear gods, it wants to talk some more. Woe, could you do us all a favor and regale us with the short, INTERESTING version of whatever whistle-britches is planning say?"

 

[Atriden]

"We do, meat-head. It's called stop polishing the seat of your pants, get up off your *****, walk your dandified monologuing little self into town, and buy whatever the ***** you want.

Not surprised to hear some sort of "smart" comment from Hacker he responds " Well, I could, but I wouldn't call that resting. Who knows how long it takes to get to town and when I got back I'd have to rest, taking more time to prepare for this endeavour. We can't afford to loose more time than necessary, so I will not go to town. I was merely hoping that you two could offer some form of assistance, with magic or with other means "

Good gods, but you love to hear yourself! Seriously, is there some void that develops in that paltry thing you call a soul while you're sneaking about that you feel some overwhelming compulsion to fill with sound as soon as you engage in overt activities?"

Atreus looks at Hacker with a strait face " That's interesting, I could say the same about you "

"Oh, dear gods, it wants to talk some more. Woe, could you do us all a favor and regale us with the short, INTERESTING version of whatever whistle-britches is planning say?"

Atreus just glances to Woe and decides that he doesn't care who should tell their story, as long as some details remained unclear. He looks around and finds the closest tree to rest up against.

 

[Dunamin]

"Woe, could you do us all a favor and regale us with the short, INTERESTING version of whatever whistle-britches is planning say?"

Atreus just glances to Woe and decides that he doesn't care who should tell their story, as long as some details remained unclear. He looks around and finds the closest tree to rest up against.

Woe whistles a merry tune and cracks his knuckles.

“Right, lowdown time.”

“There’s a cult of wankers called the Open Eye, surfing on the losing side of war on a rival cult - creatively known as the Closed Eye. The latter brand of these ocularly obsessed loonies tried to have us killed during an earlier investigation, in the process of feeble attempts to cover their operations from the public eye.”

Woe displays the bugbear-eye from way back, at this point pretty dried up and gross.

“Irony’s a bitch.”

He pockets it again.

“Anyway, both these cuckoo-choirs worship a shadowy “Unseen Lord” - a being that was described like he wears a bucketful of grey-scale cosmetics, cries himself to sleep, and cuts himself while hearing gloomy depressive music. Also, the Closed Eye sheep are trying to summon him and that will supposedly destroy the world.”

“We know they predominantly consist of bugbears, employ some concealing magic, and like to brandish shockingly appropriate closed-eye logos. They’re headed by a powerful poobah and we’ve tracked them to Whiteside Barrows.”

Finding a relatively comfortable stump to rest against, Woe leans back and digs out a pitcher of ale from his pack.

“Anything else?”

 

[KenHood]

"Nope. Got it in one. Thanks, pardner."