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Zhu

She knows a bit about magic and effects and her eyebrow arches as the huge cloud of fog descends on the battlefield. She sees the gigantic birdlike creature fly over and debates whether to strike at it or not. She suspects that the bird is not the source of the spell, rather a rider of some sort seems more likely, but still the cloud is not a direct attack on anyone. In fact it could even be an attempt to stop the fighting by making it hard for everyone to see. She also has some doubt that the group can handle the bird and a potential rider who has the ability to cast magic of such high level so she holds off attacking anything for the moment, allowing the foes to flee. In the meantime she moves to see if she can round up one of the loose mounts before it runs too far away.

Sindar

The half-elf looks at his clothing which he can just barely see, and shakes his head. They are a bloody mess, literally. He begins to play his lute, singing a soft song that he intends to allow his allies within 30 feet to benefit from a Song of Rest.

(Verse 1)
In a world so fast, where time won't wait,
We search for a haven, a tranquil state,
A melody of solace, where worries subside,
A symphony of peace where we can reside.

(Chorus)
Rest and relaxation, our sanctuary's embrace,
Unwind your weary soul, find serenity's grace,
Let the rhythm carry you to a tranquil shore,
Where worries drift away forevermore.

(Verse 2)
Beneath the silver moon, in the starry night,
We'll find a hammock, swaying in delight,
A gentle breeze whispers sweet lullabies,
As we close our eyes, the world gently dies.

(Chorus)
Rest and relaxation, our sanctuary's embrace,
Unwind your weary soul, find serenity's grace,
Let the rhythm carry you to a tranquil shore,
Where worries drift away forevermore.

(Bridge)
Leave behind the chaos, embrace the still,
Let your heart surrender, release the thrill,
In this melody of peace, find your true worth,
The symphony of rest, the rebirth.

(Chorus)
Rest and relaxation, our sanctuary's embrace,
Unwind your weary soul, find serenity's grace,
Let the rhythm carry you to a tranquil shore,
Where worries drift away forevermore.

(Outro)
In the sanctuary of rest, where dreams unfurl,
The world fades away, and we find our pearl,
So close your eyes, and let the music play,
In this song of tranquility, we'll forever sway.

DM

The bandit leader (BB) calls out a retreat order heard by all. Those near the edge of the fog (BS-N4, -N5, and -N6) know approximately what direction to travel, wheeling their mounts northward. The three surviving in the melee area (BS-S1, -S3, and -S5) ride roughly in the direction of their leader's voice.

The pair of scouts outside the fog (BS-N2 and -N3) turn northward on-foot, dodging as they travel just in case they are attacked.

Some of the horses in the melee, particularly the ones next to the fleeing bandits, follow along, which happens to provide two mounts which are eventually called by the on-foot scouts.

At least two mounts remain wandering around in the fog, the horses formerly ridden by BP and BW. Assuming Glork doesn't keep killing horses in his anger.


When it's clear most bandits have left the area of battle, the fog lifts as whoever cast it ends their concentration on the spell.

Several hundred feet east of the party, the gargantuan bird can now be seen on the ground, having landed. A giant (literally) figure dismounts from the creature's back. She is tall -- about 24 feet -- with bluish skin and silvery-white hair, dressed in fine white robes and ornamented heavily with gold jewelry.

She is unarmed; in one of her hands are several large masks, very similar to the one Glork has claimed. The other hand holds a mask up to her face, although it's a bit too far away to make out the expression on it.

She does not immediately approach, giving the party time to organize itself, and perhaps tend to wounds.

Arus

He won't run around the open plains after a couple of routed bandits when there's a gargantuan bird of prey overhead casting mighty magics.

Instead Arus retrieves his trident, sheathes his sword and makes ready to hurl the iconic weapon of the tritons once more.

Kriv

Words of power fade unspoken on the Dragonborn’s tongue as the fog clears, the cause of the bandits escape making herself known. A giant, thus potentially one of the forces arrayed against them. Yet…

His thoughts turned to a discussion he had had back in Waterdeep, pertaining to certain giants and their actions towards his affiliates. What kind of giants had mastery over Clouds?

“Let’s hope we’ve found a giant willing to parlay instead of fighting. Had she come in with the intent to destroy us, I suspect she would have had some success. She did not.”

Going on a hunch, the Dragonborn noble made a show of laying down his arms and heading towards the holder of masks empty-handed. (Given his bond could recall them with a thought it was less of a true gamble than it appeared, but that appearance was key.)

“Hail and well met! I hight Kriv Norixius of Norixius Keep. Are you familiar with the name ‘Blagothkus’?” The scholar called out by way of attempted communication.

Vordana Jezrel

The halfling is relieved combat is over. While she can fight well enough when she has to, her preference is to avoid combat. She calls for Tod, her mule, and waits for him to arrive, mounting him to travel eastward to join the rest of the party. Flycatcher returns from her relative safety to perch on her shoulder.

Flycatcher wonders what kind of large fluffy creatures that bird could hunt and if it would drop them on Glork with as much accuracy as she did!

Glork

His rage disapates with the fog. The pain of his wounds filtering in. He rorars at the fleeing Bandits in victory, challenge and in pain. Lookign around he finds it... His shiny. rushing over to retrieve his prize. He starts growling again then looks for his friend, Zindra.

"Zin Ra. Safe?"

Davroar

At first he was going to run down the one bandit closest to him just by scent alone since he has one of the best noses around being a bear, but then the fog lifts almost as quickly as it appeared to reveal that the bandits are in full retreat.

With the fight over, he lies down just aside from the road and returns to his human form with significant pain from several wounds. Ignoring Glorks obvious wounds for the moment, Davroar will just take a moment for himself to assess his own wounds.

Zhu

Having run down one of the loose horses she mounts it and rides over to where her previous mount lies. Dismounting she gently closes its eyes and offers a prayer for its spirit to wander the endless grasslands. It was a good and loyal mount and deserved to end its life in a better way.

She takes all of her equipment off the dead horse and transfers it to the new one, then slowly rides closer to where Kriv is engaged with the newcomer.

Jaliera

She looks around as the fog clears, noting the huge bird and its giant rider but there does not seem an obvious threat any more.

Davroar is down!

She rushes over to him.

"Anyone else in need of healing? I have potions. Glork! Sindar!"

She kneels beside Davroar, concern on her face, scrabbling in her backpack for one of those healing potions.

"Are you OK?"

She says softly, knowing he isn't, and concerned in case the giant becomes a threat.

<Bern>

He was trying to see the best target for his next volley when there suddenly are no targets left. But apparently that was more because of the new arrival than their fear of their group. And apparently the new arrival was the owner for Glork's new toys. He puts up his bow and begins moving towards the new arrival for greetings and introductions.

Zindra

"Yeah. I'm fine Glork. Thanks for asking. What about you? And who else needs some healing?" she called out, offering.

Glork

"Glork fine. Got shiny." He stupidly looks around and finally sees the giantess.

"She got shiny too. Not my shiny "

Fænra

The giantess steps forward toward Kriv as he lays down his weapons in a show of peace. She swaps out whatever mask she had with a new one, which others can see as she comes closer. It displays a prominent raised brow and is slightly tilted on the head, as if displaying curiosity.

"Well met, Kriv Norixius of Norixius Keep," she replies to the dragonborn. "And to your companions. You may address me as Faenra if you wish."

She turns slightly, looking (through the mask) directly at Glork. She addresses him in the Jotun language.

Glork

GLork looked at her... at her shinys then said in jotun.

Sindar

He continues his Song of Rest and waves showing his bloody clothing and the lacerations that cover his entire body. There are even feathers sticking out of one of them, which would imply the bump in his tunic, was likely the arrowhead that went all the way through his half-elven body.

Davroar

He slowly gets up into a sitting position with a bit of a grimace and says to Jaliera, "Yep, I'm still here. Just wanted to make sure nothing falls out of me first."

Touching himself, he casts cure wounds to stop the bleeding on his worst injury. With a helping hand from Jaliera, he gets up to his feet and finally spots the giant woman talking with Kriv. "Wow! She's huge."

Turning his attention back to Jaliera, he says, "Save the potions, I can still cast some healing spells. Are you ok too?"



Davroar Cure Wounds (Level 2)
Dugan rolled 2d8+7 and got 14

Jaliera

She grins, relieved to see him get up.

"You know me, I stay out of trouble, most of the time anyway."

She recalls Whisper, keeping half an eye on the big bird.

Fænra

The giantess nods toward Glork and slowly looks at the rest of the party. The movement of Whisper as she returns to Jaliera catches Faenra's attention, and the curious mask looks toward her, formally intoning, "Greetings, young bird maven."

She surveys the rest of the field, those injured and those working to heal them, and finally returns her attention to Glork, this time speaking in common. Her curious mask is exchanged in a flourish with a frowning mask. "It saddens me that my mask was used to cause harm. Might I offer you some reward for returning it to me? I am... unable to be happy."

Glork

"Dis your shiny? But Glork find shiny. You take?" Glork didn't know what to think of that. He found the treasure. Claimed it. But he knew she, a giant, could claim it from him.


"Reward?"

Kriv

That Fænra's focus was on Glork made sense, but the private phrases in Giant that passed between them were cause for concern, as was the switch in language to address the missing mask so that all might hear it. What was said in Giant was not intended for the ears of those unfamiliar with the language, and whilst Kriv could read the dwarven script in which Giants wrote their tongue, they were not mutually comprehensible. The fact was the giant and her mount posed a serious threat to the party, and openly querying the giantkin amongst them had few positive implications.

"I would take a reward given on purpose over a shiny thing dropped by accident, Glork. That shiny thing doesn't have much use to you, but allows her to convey emotion, apparently. But a reward? That could be anything! It could even be a shiny mask! Take the offer, maybe get more and shinier things."

<Bern>

Things had suddenly gotten much more ... complicated. He listened and tried to make sense of the new information in connection with what they had already found. He did try to not chuckle as Kriv tried to 'talk' to Glork about the changing circumstances. But he didn't want to 'disrupt' the discussions, so he listened.

Fænra

As the ogre doesn't appear to understand what a reward is, the giantess tries a different tactic. "I want to trade for that mask," she says in simple terms. "What would you like for it?"

To the rest of the group, she turns slightly, and gives a more complicated explanation, swapping out the sad mask for one with a pair of hands on cheeks around an O-shaped mouth, signifying embarrassment. "I would tell you it was stolen from me, but in fact I lost it in a wager."

Glork

"It your shiny den. I just wan be safe. I help dem but day Fite to much. Somewhere safe."

(OOC - So I presume the mask Glork has shows a happy face then?)