Ermine

Modular Pathfinder

Rusalka saw the patrol approaching, but remained by the trees and remained as quiet as possible as her companion drew attention back to the group...and to the bridge. But she knew the dog would still be an issue. She'd had to escape dogs before, but that was in the city. Still, dogs can't xlimb trees, and do get misled by shiny things just like people do. It would have to work. She was alone after all. She quickly levitated into the tree, finding a nice, strong branch and cast dancing lights, leading toward the bridge. She prepared herself to darken the area around the bridge, but wanted to wait until they got closer.

>Claudia uses one use each of her levitate and dancing lights SLAs.

Beginner's DnD 5e Game - Group 2

"That one has my stuff. If you touch it, I'll do worse to you that I did to that skeleton." The small teen human girl walked back to the coffin, turned away from the group, and took off the soaked robe, standing naked for a moment, and shaking like a dog to try to get as dry as she could, even shaking her head and projecting the liquid that clung to her hair outward in what she imagined to be a magnificent display. She then stood still momentarily before reaching over as modestly as she could, aiming to not show any of her naughty bits as she grabbed her clothes and armor and donned them as cutely as she could.

After gathering her remaining possessions, Peony looked to the rest and smiled awkwardly, her pose displaying a view of the holy symbol dangling delicately from her neck. "I don't believe I've thanked you all for removing me from my overly moist confines. I don't believe I've introduced myself, either. I am Peony-Corinne Rhys. Call me any of those three, or Sister. Anything else requires prior approval. Written form. In triplicate. Allow three to six weeks wait, and the privilege of calling me that name may be revoked at any time, with or without notice." Her tone remained that of a cordial invitation to talk throughout her monologue.

Beginner's DnD 5e Game - Group 2

When she was finally helped out of the tank after what seemed like hours of this group doing their thing in this room, Peony was hoisted out of the tank, momentarily reminded of the last time she was picked up by either of her parents. That was about a decade ago, though, before their business picked up, so it wasn't particularly nostalgic; it was the same as if she'd randomly imagined a unicorn prancing by...which she had done earlier. She hadn't had a lot of other entertainment at all.

When she was finally out of the tank and on her feet again, she looked around at the group skeptically. "And would any of you happen to have a spell or something to dry me off? Or at least some clean clothes? Or better yet, have you seen my equipment? If you have, give it to me. Or let me borrow some." She shivered a little, but readied herself for a fight if these were just looters or slavers. Obviously wouldn't be the first time she was kidnapped.

Beginner's DnD 5e Game - Group 2

Peony-Corinne Rhys

The Human Blood Hunter with a Dark Patron

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The old man didn't have much to add, and the illusion only seemed to make him more annoyed and distrustful of the group. However, the villagers didn't follow into the tunnels, choosing to remain outside, no doubt to chastise any other adventurers who came along, if any.

Inside, however, the group had to deal with the same fog as outside. It was easier to see through, but the smell was fetid and, to be most accurate to the scent, one could describe it as "swamp gassy." The ground softened as the group descended, to the point it was just sticky muck, and various fungi grew on the walls as the only company for some ways in, before the path forked in two. At this point, however, without another source of light, only those with darkvision are able to see.

Traveling down the left path for several minutes, the group found a large cavern, and those able to see in the dark see the rubble of all the broken stalagmites and stalactites pushed to the sides of the cavern. The middle of the room has a pool of some liquid that could easily be the source of the swamp gas scent.

DnD 5e - Beginner's Game

From what she could tell on the way in, Eva can see this cave is most certainly not natural. Not that it wasn't obvious from the outside, even through the fog, of course, but the inside made it particularly obvious it was burrowed, though only briefly, before reaching the smooth sides of a magically bored hole, and into a natural cave formation. A very large one, given even with the light shining directly into the cave from outside, she couldn't see a far wall. She could if she walked farther in, naturally.

Upon looking around, she noticed small pools throughout that smelled absolutely rank and bitter. They bubbled slightly, but it was difficult to tell if they were bubbling of their own accord or because they were being absorbed into the ground.

Caoimhe mostly ignored the old man's banter and her companion's reactions to it. He seemed pretty convinced until the guards didn't care. Caoimhe, however, was more concerned with the guard who was walking into the cave. She admired her bravery like she admired the old man's tenacity in whatever trade he was in that cost him his fingers. She imagined him with glasses, a very much unintentional dreamy look on her face, before turning to follow the guard. "I don't suppose you'd want to go with us and let these people stay outside in safety? I don't imagine they'll survive long in real combat."

Modular Pathfinder

Rusalka inspects the trap, triggering it relatively carefully before checking inside in case it was really just the secret entance they were looking for. Unfortunately, unless someone in their party and all the bandits were extremely alkaline, there was no indication this could possibly be, in fact, another way in. Which really was a good thing, since that meant the bandits couldn't come back this way and surprise them, or sneak back in a different, unguarded route. She (and especially Claudia, loudly in her head) really hoped they weren't alkaline bandits. That's a thing, right?

She went back out to the group, telling them all that was inside is stuff the bandits who had stayed there didn't want to take with them. And about the trap, of course, in case anyone wanted to check for a hidden entrance to their destination.

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Rusalka watched in mild amusement as her companion was mauled. By a squirrel. That he provoked. Becuse he's perfectly sane. She would have helped, of course...once he went unconscious. Not that she wasn't going to hold this against him forever. Claudia would, too, but not in amusement. She'd have handled it much more childishly, though, so it was much better for Rusalka to be out.

Once the distraction had passed, Rusalka stepped forward toward the opening to the cave. "Now that you've lerted everyone to our presence, I'll go see exactly who may have been listening. Stay back unless you're accustomed to life in the dark. Not the mental dark, Valerio; you stay here."

>Stealth Roll: 27
>Perception Roll: 20
>Walking in as far as she can, watching where she's going.

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Not a single care was given from Claudia regarding the symbol. First off, the others would remember it. Second, there probably weren't a lot of symbols to look for, so why should she worry about it?

Why not me? Claudia thought, though in Rusalka's much more intimidating voice. I'm the adventurer. I'm the one they'd take seriously, not just another pretty face. You're not even in the Society.

You take that back, miss edgy. I'm the one of us who's better known. I'm sure I'm much more relatable.

You spent a couple months in prison. That's not impressive. It means you got caught.

Well, if I hadn't, you wouldn't exist. It's better than someone who wears fashion accessories to be scary. And I was the one who got us out of there. You may have convinced me I could, but I did it my way. Talking. Not sneaking around, and, as you said, "shankin' bitches like they're a poor man's dinner."

Rusalka's voice grew quiet in her head, but even though it was in her own voice instead of the vigilante guise's, Rusalka laughed through Claudia. Not an evil laugh at least. Just a quiet, 'okay, we're good now' chuckle. Also quietly, a whisper from Claudia herself...to herself: "This better be fun."

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The only magic Bah Bah detects is on the members of his own party.

"You're forgetting the other finger I lost already if you're calling me a three-toed newt, lizard." He makes some sort of gesture that you can assume is meant to be offensive, but is probably a finger short itself. "But if it's not you, maybe this guard knows. You, any leads?"

>Mentioned: @Ms Ravenwinter@Gordian Nought