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I ... I mean Bern ... thinks we need to rest. And we will certainly be setting up a watch rotation. I think that inside the building is best. I ... errr, Bern ... thinks that, considering the recent occupants, the 'local wildlife' would most likely avoid this place ... it we are not advertising 'free meals' <g>

Lingo
He shows up, about an hour after he left and approaches Bern and Ryssa. He tells them all about the dead spiders and the locked doors on the tower as well as everything else he saw.

(OOC - One correction. Not locked. He chose not to open them when he realized he would make noise in doing so.)

Luminmorn

"Should we decide to spend the night and rest, I would suggest we do our best to appear as the most recent occupants of this building. We should also do our best not to make any noise that could betray us. We do not know if the dragon comes out. I suppose we could ask the druid what he knows of this area at night." He looked to the others to see their thoughts. A normal human might have shrugged in that instance, but he was not human, and didn't.

[[ one man's 'stuck' door is another halfling's locked door <gd&r lmao> ]]

<Bern>

"Confronting =anything=, but especially a possible dragon, in our current condition would be foolish", he said, offering Lingo an especially intense stare. "So holding here seems the smartest course. And I agree that not drawing attention to our presence here ... letting any locals believe the previous residents are still here ... is a good idea", he said with a nod to Luminmorn.

Ryssa


The cleric of Lathander frowned and chewed lightly at her lower lip as she considered what Bern and Lingo said, the movement of her jaw causing the scar on her cheek to twitch slightly.

"It is always better to know than not know, but it is a little late to be out and about, asking questions of the druid, don't you think?"

Even though the spiders seemed to be all dead, she decided to include her poison protection spell in her prepared spells for the morrow instead of the Hold Person spell, which would not be effective against a great wyrm anyway.

Lingo

"Hey, did I get into trouble? I'm back, right? Look, I don't tell youz how to swing your big swords or the words to those prayers things you do. This is what I do and believe me, I ain't looking to become a dragon-snack.

We can shack up anywhere you like. A nice comfy bed would be nice. About locals, I don't think there are any. That druid seems to be it."

<Bern>

"No one sets out to be a dragon snack", he replied, "snd yet dragons don't seem to be starving. But it is your life and if you are determined to push your luck, there isn't much we can do ... as long as it isn't done in a way that unduly endangers us as well."

(OOC - Remember, the Druid told you there was a new group of humans who had been seen on the East side of town. Lingo did not head that way in his explorations.)

[[ all the more reason to keep ourselves out of sight as much as possible <g> ]]

DM

The explorations done for now, the group settles in to try to get some rest and recover their powers for the morning. Will they continue to explore the town or challenge the dragon?

The night proceeds, 2 pcs keeping awake on watch while the others sleep. Sometime in the middle of the night, while Ryssa and Bern are on watch, soft voices are heard from outside the building you are resting in.

Ryssa and Bern need to make perception checks to see if you can make out more details.

Ryssa


Relaxing and tending to her weapons, the cleric cocked her head to one side as she heard something. She stood and made her way to the door or window closest to the direction she thought the sounds originated from.

Perception Check: 1d20+5 = 24

<Bern>

He raised his finger to his lips when he heard voices outside, but it was not needed. He moved for a better place to listen as well, but couldn't find a good spot.

Bern perception MikeD rolled d20+3 and got 14

DM

Bern can't quite make out the voices, but Ryssa finds a spot where they carry through the window.

She can tell they are passing by, as opposed to approaching your building. She can make out two voices, both male.

Voice 1: 'Why the heck do we need to be walking across town at night? It's spooky here. Damn Twig Blights are everywhere.'
Voice 2: 'Oh shut up. Favric ordered us to keep a look out so that's what we're doing. Have you seen a Twig Blight lately?'
Voice 1 (Grumbling): 'No. But we did before!'
Voice 2 (Getting faint as they move past): 'They're all on the North side of town. Spiders here, so keep watch.'
Voice 1 (Just at the edge of hearing): '....dragon......'

Peering out the window carefully, between the boards, Ryssa makes out two men moving away dressed in cloaks and wearing masks. The cloaks float out and give the appearance of wings and the masks have horns on them.

Ryssa


Her eyes widened and she made a cautioning gesture toward the ranger as she listened to the two males as they passed. Once they had moved beyond sight and hearing distance, Ryssa moved up close to Bern, stood on tiptoes and whispered into his ear, describing what she'd seen and heard.

<Bern>

He hated that he wasn't having any luck hearing or seeing anything useful. When ii was clear that the voices were moving off, he gave up with a soft sigh of frustration.

He nodded when Ryssa finished her explanation of what she heard and saw. "Lets wait for morning", he whispered back. "I don't think they will come in here, but we have some decisions that we need to make before we leave here."

DM

(OOC - Not important, but note Lingo is unaware of what transpired as no one woke him and Ryssa and Bern were whispering.)

Morning arrives without disturbance. Everyone is at full strength (full HPS, all Recovery Dice back, and a fresh spell list, but please memorize and post your list in the thread for that).

It is time to make some decisions. Lingo explored the dragon's tower, though he did not venture inside and did not see the dragon itself. The Eastern half of the town is still unexplored, and there are the newcomers that the Druid mentioned, most likely the same ones that Ryssa and Bern heard during the night (but have not yet mentioned to anyone else). What could they be doing here?

Time to talk and decide.

Luminmorn

He rolls over and stretches his supple golden green scales shifting in the early morning light. Rising he dons his armor and prepares for the day. He felt much better after the rest and looked forward to learning more about how the wild has taken over this town. He nodded to those who rose with him refraining from speaking as not everyone was up yet.

Lingo
He's the last to rise. Halflings like to rest and Lingo is no different. When he does rise, he digs into his rations and after he's done eating, he's eager to get going.

"So, where to first? Dragon or explore the town?"

<Bern>

"Have you heard of a group that dresses like that, Ryssa?"

(OOC - Note no one mentioned the label "Cultist". In fact other than Ryssa and Bern no one knows of what transpired during the night. I am editing/deleting some posts above to adjust for player knowledge. Please continue with the following assumptions:

1 - No one is aware of what happened last night except Ryssa and Bern
2 - No one knows what a Cultist is or whether the people Ryssa saw might be such.

Bern's question is valid, but need a bit of explanation for the group.)

Ryssa


She frowned for a moment and then shook her head.

"No, I have heard of no such group, Bern."

Ryssa turned to the others.

"I need to tell you what passed here during the night... during Bern's and my watch."

The cleric told the group what she'd seen and heard.

[[ sorry .. in the interest of moving forward ... I neglected to explicitly mention what happened IC <sigh> Sorry if that caused problems. ]]

No issues MikeD. It started with a simple comment by Lingo that Nep as DM knows, but his pc really wouldn't, yet, and then steamrolled a bit. I wanted to head it off before it ran off.

Balthazar

He awoke from his slumber and stretched, glancing around the camp and smiling at his companions that were awake. He stumbled off into the bushes for a few moments, coming back to wash his hands and face before turning to the conversation and eating some rations.

"Did you see where they were headed? I don't fancy going after a dragon with unknown people at our backs."

[ooc: My apologies. Too many games in my head. My mistake. Except that the word "Cultist" is in the image posted ]

Yeah, I know. Couldn't be helped.