Yttermayn's "Saga of the Dragon Cult" (IC)


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Status: Grok's hands feel fine, Rosalia's clothes have a whitish stain wherever the slime soaked in and dried. Grok and Roderick feel the blessings of Pelor during their dawn prayers: Grok's in the form of spells, Roderick's in the form of the warm-fuzzies. Tuk is crabby as usual, Thrindar and Jacobee are largely unaware of last night's squid-tearing adventures. Scrag is... Uh... Scrag. And hungry.
 


Roderic

Roderic bows to Rosalia. "Good morning to you, milady. As always, let me know if I may be of any assistance to you." He then turns to Tuk. "Should you and I lead the way once more, friend, and show them brawn and strength do have their use?"

His attempt to keep the peace is certainly not subtle, but it is sincere.
 


Hearing Tuk's reply, Rosalia puts both her hands and her hips staring at him with a forced surprised look on her face. "I say! Look what a night of sleep does to a man! Almost polite if not still threatening.. but getting close to being polite to a Lady is such an achievement that I can only bow to it.." and she does indeed execute a kind of bow with a smile on her face.

Packing she greets Roderic's words with a smile and replies : "You are such a gentleman Roderic.. such a gentleman.. good morning to you!"
if only you were rich.. she thinks.

Seeing Scrag she thinks oops I didn't even think of it twice: to sleep with a troll nearby!! things are weird these days..

"Good morning all! Good morning Scrag? You alright? You sleep well?" she asks the troll.
 


"Scrag fine. We go. Kill bad stuff."

Not that he was particularly personable before, but Scrag's speech is abrupt and carries an edge to it. Something about this place troubles him and he's making no effort to hide it.
 

Grok had slipped away unnoticed (or at least he thought) once the first signs of light appeared in the sky. He found a somewhat seculded place not too far from the group, but far enough to pray and do his morning rituals.

Once finished, he makes his way back to the group and sees them getting ready to leave. He gathers his things and eats a bit of his rations. Sensing that there is still some tension between some members of the party, Grok ensures that he follows Roderic and Tuk while putting himself in front of Scrag and the girl.

OOC:
Sorry all. I've been working on my PC for the past fews days.

Spells in memory are as on my character sheet:

¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯Spell Lvl 0¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯
Guidance
Read Magic
Read Magic

¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯Spell Lvl 1¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯
Divine Favor
Magic Stone
Cure Light Wounds (d)
 

The remaining mile of trail brings the group close to the entrance of the cave. The area surrounding the entrance is stamped bare by many feet. The arch of the cave entrance is formed by large chunks of stone leaning against each other under the looming, 60 foot tall face of the rock outcrop the group saw from miles away. There does not appear to be any kind of enemies in the area. Roderic and Grok both have the willies just looking at it. Jackobee is feeling very high strung, with tight neck muscles anticipating attack or worse. Even Scrag, being more in touch with his feral instincts than the other members of the group, can feel just how wrong this place is.

OOC: The group is currently still a little ways away from the entrance, using foliage as a blind to hopefully remain unobserved from the cave while they check it out. Assuming you all are eventually going to approach the cave entrance, let me know what the line order/group formation will be and what you are doing. I will use the same line order and group formation throughout the cave system unless you change it. Let's get it figured out quickly- I've got today and tomorrow to be able to post frequently then I go back to work for insane hours.
 

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