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Post by Daos on Oct 13, 2020 15:06:04 GMT -8
Sleeping last night is difficult. After all, the last time the party dozed off, they awoke suddenly to their rooms on fire and a dragon's roar piercing the night skies. But luckily, they are so exhausted, that they are able to rest anyway. And nothing disturbs them. The next morning, they awake to see a clear sky and shining sun from the window of Escobert's room. One could almost believe last night had been a terrible nightmare, if one didn't actually look out the window and see the destruction of the town of Greenest with their own eyes.
For those who do look out the window, it appears that the fires have largely been put out. Survivors are digging through the rubble, searching for missing loved ones and remaining possessions. Now and again, one hears the heart-rending sob of some poor villager who has just discovered a dead relative or friend, or that their home no longer stood.
Perceval is already up and alert, packing his things. Brina and Conard sit at the table, drinking some hot tea and speaking in quiet tones so as to not disturb the others.
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It is now Fourth Watch (10 AM), on Brookgreen (March) 26th, Palast (Monday) in the year 430 AC.
(OOC: The party has now had a long rest. All HP, HD, dailies and spell points are restored.)
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Post by HorizonsDream on Oct 13, 2020 20:56:38 GMT -8
Eliana stretches out a little after she wakes up. She wouldn't really consider the sleep that she got restful, but it was better than nothing. She sits up slowly from where she was laying, and looks over her bare arms. "I need some new clothes," she says softly to herself.
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Post by Zero Prime on Oct 14, 2020 6:48:09 GMT -8
Caelin Valaerys, pariah of TarkhisisHP: 18 of 18 | AC: 15 | Perception: 15 | Insight: 17 | Inspiration: 1 Conditions: None. Caelin woke up after a fitful sleep, a sleep filled with dreams of ash, and death, of Mondath, of Cyanwrath, of Iro being turned into a pillar of ash and cinders. He started awake, his hip still raw from the previous nights ... was it only a night ago? He shook his head, stood up and went over to the wash basin, splashing the water across his chest, the back of his neck, and finally his face. After that he turned, surveying the room, and his companions, he noted Eliana looking at her arms the same way he had his own scars along the stream on their way into Greenest. He slipped on a tunic, freshly laundered, likely provided by the servants to replace the torn and bloody one he had been carried to bed wearing. Thankful for the fresh clothes, he picked up the heavy woolen cloak, and walked across the room to where Eliana sat. He placed the cloak over her shoulders, "It's chilly," he made no mention of what he saw, walked over to the table, nodded at Conard and Brina as he grabbed a crust of bread, and some cheese, before walking back to Eliana and offering her the food. "What you did on the wall," thoughts of Iro and Garald ran through his head, "we'd have all been ash if it hadn't been for you."
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Post by Igordragonian on Oct 14, 2020 16:20:31 GMT -8
Zakkoth again dreamed of the Blue Lady. So much glory! Under her control, he never found himself, saved by elves and humans inside a stupid windmill! He get up with a groan, his back ached a bit. 'There are enough corpses to loot for corpses. I would have offered you my cloak.. but for me it a reminder of simpler times'
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Post by HorizonsDream on Oct 14, 2020 20:55:15 GMT -8
Eliana quietly took the bread and cheese offered to jer, and looked it over as if the food was the most interesting things in the world. "I took a chance," she says. "If I hadn't, more people would have died. We could have died if the device didn't work right." The 5houghts of what that dragon said to her before it was injured and flew away was still fresh in her mind. She wasn't even sure she should mention it to anyone else as she shrugged her shoulders a little bit to neatle into the cloak that she was given. "What do we do now, though?"
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Post by Daos on Oct 14, 2020 22:04:46 GMT -8
"First, I say we get what is owed to us," Perceval answers, as he finishes packing up his things. "The governor did promise us coin in exchange for our help, and I don't intend to let him forget it. After that? Well, I hear Palanthas is nice this time of year. Probably safer from dragon raids, too."
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Post by Zero Prime on Oct 15, 2020 3:16:56 GMT -8
Caelin Valaerys, pariah of TarkhisisHP: 18 of 18 | AC: 15 | Perception: 15 | Insight: 17 | Inspiration: 1 Conditions: None. Caelin nodded towards Perceval, "Wouldn't mind surveying the town, find any survivors, deal with any stragglers," he nodded, "I agree though, we should talk to Nighthill."
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Post by Igordragonian on Oct 15, 2020 15:33:39 GMT -8
'I still... need to look for a man I owe my life and soul to. I am concerned for his safety.'
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Post by Daos on Oct 15, 2020 16:07:13 GMT -8
"You've mentioned him before, I think," Conard says to Zakkoth. "A monk, right? Perhaps he's back at the temple by now."
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Post by Igordragonian on Oct 15, 2020 16:16:23 GMT -8
"Is he now?' Zakkoth sigh with a relief. "Well. I would like have a word with him. He must know something... I doubt he has summoned me just to share a drink'
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Post by Daos on Oct 15, 2020 16:22:29 GMT -8
"What should we do first then?" asks Brina. "Stop by the temple, speak with the governor, or survey the town?"
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Post by HorizonsDream on Oct 15, 2020 21:11:21 GMT -8
Eliana munches on some of the bread and cheese as the others go over their options. Once she feels more like herself, she stands up and looks out one of the windows for the first time since waking up. "I think we should talk to the governor first, then we can head towards the temple to find this friend of Zakkoth's," she says. "Along the way, we will probably run into people that need help."
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Post by Zero Prime on Oct 16, 2020 3:59:49 GMT -8
Caelin Valaerys, pariah of TarkhisisHP: 18 of 18 | AC: 15 | Perception: 15 | Insight: 17 | Inspiration: 1 Conditions: None. Caelin nodded his agreement, holding the door for his companions, "Then let's go find the Lord of the Keep, and see what information he has about survivors, and the state of the village."
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Post by Daos on Oct 16, 2020 15:08:25 GMT -8
Finding Nighthill is not a difficult task; largely because he is exactly where the party last saw him: Standing on the parapets. But this time, instead of surveying a battlefield, he's surveying a crippled town. He seems to be leading the coordinated effort to help the wounded and begin the repair efforts from here, loyal Escobert at his side as usual. However, the two seem to be having a mild argument.
"We need to know more," Escobert is in the middle of saying. "Where is their camp? How many do they number? Who are their leaders? Why did they attack Greenest, and will they do it again? We're completely in the dark here, my lord. We don't know if we should be evacuating the town or rebuilding."
Nighthill sighs. He looks to have aged another decade throughout the night; or perhaps it is just the lack of sleep. "I agree, but we cannot spare any soldiers. We lost so many in the battle, and if we are attacked again, we need every one we have now."
"We need not send an army, my lord," Escobert says. "A small, stealthy group would suffice; they could slip in, gather intel--maybe if they're lucky, even steal back some of the goods that were taken--and return without ever being noticed."
Nighthill shakes his head. "I'm sorry, old friend, but I remain firm on this. We cannot take the risk. We're understaffed as it is. We'll just have to put our faith in the gods, and hope that the raiders are content with what they already took. Now then, let's move on. Do we have an accurate count of how many went missing last night? I understand the raiders took quite a few people prisoner..."
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Post by HorizonsDream on Oct 16, 2020 20:10:29 GMT -8
"I'm surprised you aren't asking us to gather that intel," Eliana says in amusement.
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