Dragons of Despair, Chapter 1: The North Road
Location: The North Road near Crystalmir Lake, Abanasinia
Date: Soldai, Early Morning, 24th Reorxmont 351 AC

The morning on the lake was cool and brisk.  The night's storm left the air clean, but very chill, seeing many of the companions wrapping themselves in their cloaks for warmth.  Valik and Vailin soon warmed themselves through exertion, pulling the boats through the morning fog towards the west.  Before the sun had a chance to burn away the morning fog, the boats were crunching through the loose stones and earth which for the lakeshore.  The road was close by, just visible through the trees, stretching south towards Gateway, and curcling away towards the northwest, following the Sentinel Peak mountains.

OOC: I'll need a marching order.  Based on the discussion of the previous night, you're trying for the Tower of High Sorcery.  No one knows precisely where the Tower is, but it is said to reside somewhere in the Forest of Wayreth, southwest of the elven lands of Qualinesti.

Ayrron moved almost as if on autopilot as the others walked, towards the back of the group. While he walked, he absent fiddled with something silver - some kind of metal in his hand. When asked what it was, he smiled. "Something to help us" He muttered.

But during teh walk, he was focused on what he was making, looking between that and the path ahead. When asked questions he answered almost like he wasn't listening - the answers of 'yeah, sure' or 'mmmm....sounds good' were muttered while he worked.

surprisingly, his new bag at his side was the source of his materails - pieces of metal, crystals, tools and such. the bag, though a little bigger than a large belt pouch, looked empty, but the items he pulled out seemed endless. At one point he pulled out a pair of smithing tongs with a frown. "Nope....too big." he muttered and put them back, only to remove a small pair of pliers with a smile.

When they stopped, he drank water and ate quickly, all the while the item on his lap or beside him. The item, on closer inspection looked like a bronze and silver filagree puzzle ball, with moving parts and accents of clear crystal.

Aelina had seen such bags as Ayrron had built the night before and smiled as the kender fiddled with some other contraction. She took her place in the marching order to follow him to make sure he would not crash into a tree or fall into a hole. The last night had showed how woefully unprepared she was to take to the woods, used to hop from inns to inns, with a barn once in a while, mostly payed for by a song and tale. But there was a mystery to be solved here and her curiosity was tickled, she could certainly endure some days of rough living until she could get better woodland equipment.

As the kender was working on his gizmos, she also thought about her craft and its inherent magic, getting inspiration to compose a song that would help with her rest and that of her companions. She knew from her training that certain rhythms helped with that and she felt she was near that discovery.

Valik felt some home as he saw everyone rising and preparing for the day's journey. The night had held the potential, however small, for fighting and death. With the sunshine proving their safety, it was time to get a move on. With the boats taken care of, reality of the journey settled in in earnest.

For two years he had travelled, by land and by sea, in search of the proof of gods and healing, finding nothing. He returned home, discouraged and in want of rest, only to find it had become hostile and unwelcoming. Now, the group was on the move again, and yet...he had a feeling of being at home. Home with the group. Home on the road. Home in having no home.

As they got started, Valik taking the lead himself, he came to realize that those feelings of having no home were rooted not in the loss of Solace, but in his flight from Tarn. Even Solace had been temporary, no matter how desperately he had hoped to turn it into a home. Perhaps with time, people like him would be able to find acceptance in places outside of the homes of their kin, but that was a future he could not see himself living long enough to realize. Humans, elves, and dwarves all kept mostly to themselves. This little band of oddities was closest he suspected to ever find of any real exception to that.

As Arryon began to speak of his new...object, Valik replied, "To help us, or to hinder our enemies?" The kinder's answer of "Yeah, sure." was irritating, but that was kender for you. Valik was unsure whether or not he could trust the things that Arryon did with his...efforts. They did not seem evil, at least not in the same ways as the ogre and troll leaders of his homeland. But still, he understood none of it, and that lack of understanding could just as easily mean that he had not yet figured out the evil as it could that the evil did not exist in the first place. Either way, it represented power, and where there was power, there was potential for abuse.

Aelina, at least, seemed to find no threat in Arryon's work. It helped to reassure Valik somewhat, but not enough for him to dismiss the thoughts entirely. Though...her reaction to it, and seeing Arryon moving so many objects in and out of it beyond it's apparent capacity, Valik did start to wonder at just how many bolts he could fit within such a thing. Making bolts was a good activity for passing the time, but carrying them could be awkward in large quantities. That thought lead him to thinking about Gale, the rather large and sometimes unwieldy crossbow that he had carried since the days when...since days he would rather not think about.

With a slight shake of his head, Valik refocused himself on the task at hand, remaining vigilant against signs of danger, and seeking the best paths for them to follow.

Valik glanced behind him, toward Vailin and Goldmoon, "The road is just ahead."

Ayrron seemed to only half listen to what was said, but when questioned about his invention, he did look up and smile....eventually. "Oh, he will do both - just wait"

Then he returned to his work

Vailin knew that Valik would take point, both as protection and scout so the young warrior assigned himself the rear guard, watching for pursuit and ensuring none of the team fell behind.  He watched Ayrron's activities with suspicion but said nothing.  Despite seeming evidence to the contrary, he felt the kender was honstly trying to help, in his own way.

About half an hour after the sun rose fully, Valik spotted a covered wagon heading towards them on the road, heading south.  It was pulled by a single horse, and four robes figures walked alongside it, two on either side.  Tree growth was thick in this part of the wood.

Valik raised a hand to call everyone to a halt. He kept his voice low as he shared with the others, "A small group of monks, it seems. We should stay out of sight for now, let them pass, and then be on our way. We don't need anyone informing the Seekers where we are or where we've been."

Stealth 12
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OOC: If you're going to hide in the forest, give me a stealth roll.  If you are proficient in Nature, you can make the roll with advantage.

Ayrron almost ran into Valik as he stopped and put up his hand. "Whoa...warn a guy. I almost put my nose in your...." He cut off as he spoke, and looked around him, and shrugged.

"......mnaybe a good idea." he whispered and scurried into the brush, placing his metal item in his bag. As he went, he smiled, and with a 'oohh', scooped up some small rocks as he went.

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<OOC: Ayrron rolled 14 using 1d20+2 with rolls of 12.  stealth check.>
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Vailin was not particularly skilled in remaining unseen.  In his metallic armour he was even less so.  At the back of the party he might not be noticed but he made no attempt to conceal himself.


Stealth (Disadvantage): 5, 4

The bard started to go off the road when she saw that Vailin just stuck in the middle of the road, and she hissed at him "Vailin, go the side of the road, crouch and mostly don't move!", as she prepared to cast an illusion around him. She hid as well as she could, but concern for her friend made her negligent of her own positioning.

If Vailin does as told, cast minor illusion to create a bush around him

Today: Secret Roll: Aelina rolled 8 using 1d20+3 with rolls of 5.  stealth My own stealth is terrible though...too bad jack of all trade does not count as being proficient in nature :P
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Vailin moved to follow Aelina's instruction as best he could while hampered by his armour.  While he remained still, remaining quiet was more challenging.

The wagon and its somber guard approached at a steady pace.  While Valik and Ayrron tried to disappear into the woods, Vailin held his position until Aelina offered magical assistance.  Dutifully, the mail-clad warrior crouched at the edge of the road, and watched as Aelina rubbed a bit of fleece between her fingers, made an arcane gesture in the air with her hand, and the image of a large bush sprang up around him.  The warrior crouched down, hoping the sound of creaking leather, of buckles and rings of mail would not give him away.

The wagon drew closer, then stopped.  Two of the robed figures continued forward a two steps, then stopped as well.  "Peace, travelers," the closest of the figures said.  "We mean no harm.  Only seek news of road ahead.  Have traveled far.  Is safe?"

Closer up, the robed figures were rather rotund, stood slightly stooped over, and walked with an odd gait, as if plagued by a long-term injury or birth defect.

Ayrron heard the voices, and had a look of relief as he came out, holding a few stones in his hand. "Phew....thats good. Because i'd hate for anything bad to happen so far..." He narrowed his eyes, but then smiled again, his hoopak in hand. ".....wherever we are. The road is wet and muddy, so you'll get a bit muddy friends."

He frowned at them as he held his hoopak. "You ok....you look injured or something?"

If the robed figure was surprised by the appearance of the kender from the trees, it did not show in his demeanour or bearing.  The hood turned slightly to face Ayrron.  "It iss nothing," he said.  "A cursse of my birth.  Our brother however, is quite ssick.  We had heard rumourss of great healing being performed down ssouth, so we decided to take the journey in the hopess that he might be cured."

In the trees next to Valik, Goldmoon stirred, but paused, looking to the big warrior for guidance.

Valik looked at Goldmoon as he considered. Word of her healing would not have spread that far overnight. Far enough for these men to not only have heard, but also made the journey this far. Could it?

He didn't like it. But...what if he was wrong.

08:35, Today: Valik rolled 14 using 1d20.  Insight.

The risk did not seem worth it, to him. They could just as easily be just another group sent out in search of the staff. Valik shook his head to dissuade her.
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Goldmoon subsided back into the trees, a pained expression on her face.  But she held her peace.

The robed figure paused for a moment.  "Have you heard anything from down ssouth?" he asked.  "If I may confesss, I have my resservationss.  We have traveled a geat deal on a hope and a dream.  If you have heard anything, it may help convincse my brotherss that thiss trip iss not a wasste of time."

Ayrron came closer, slowly and smiled, leaning against his hoopak. "Your after healers, then your several hundred years too late....all the clerics are gone." He frowned and scratched his ear. "....though i did hear rumours of the seekers were looking for something - a staff or something. Dunno how a piece of wood could help."

He sighed as he looked at them "A bunch of them rode out south going towards gateway - almost ran me over a few days go without a 'scuse me."

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<OOC: Ayrron rolled 9 using 1d20+1 with rolls of 8.  deception check.>
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The combination of the robed figure's words and Arryon's story began to make Valik feel uneasy. The figures made him nervous, and Arryon's story was weak - even for the kender. He hoped the figures would take it as the kender making himself seem more important than he was, and move on. But, if they were after the staff, then things might soon escalate. Valik tried to breathe easy, going through the same exercises he used to use when preparing to silence a guard before a raid. Thoughts of that made him feel even more uneasy, but at least his breathing calmed and evened out as he waited to see how they would react.

"Pleasse," the robed figure said.  "Our need iss dire.  If you have heard of anything….  If coin is an isssue, we could pay.  We do not have much, but we have ssome ssaved up."

Valik looked at Goldmoon again, for signs of her intent, "It is not my place to tell you 'no', if you wish to help them. I don't trust them, but I will protect you if they are false." He would not stop her if she went to them, but he would show these men no mercy if they sought to harm her.

Ayrron smiled and shook his head. "Coin is something i have enough of, my friends and even if i knew anything, i would tell you freely - tell te truth, i'm pretty awful at keeping secrets. Never could ever since my sister ran away to the circus....my mother questioned me and i folded quicker than a terrified goblin"

He chuckled and shook his head. "My parents tanned her hide, and she made my life hell for a while, but in the end it worked out for the best. She would never have met her husband had she gone."

He seemed deep in thought, then snapped out of it. "What was i talking about - oh yes, the supposed healers and the seekers. Like i said, went south in a real hurry. I dunno if that what they went for, but they've been asking all about solace about magic, a staff and such." He shrugged. "Not my expertise - i'm a craftman and deal in metal" He reached into a pouch and pulled out the metal contraption. "Been working on this toy for my niece, bless her heart. Her thirteenth year, next winter."

He replaced it back in the pouch. "...but i digress. If you want healing, go to solace - the alchemist has some salves that may help, and you need the magical sort, ask the seekers."

The robed figure gave a nod.  "Very well," he said, turning back toward the wagon, and the other robed figures.  "Have a care on your journey, travelerss.  The road iss growss more dangerouss day by day."

Within moments, the wagn was rumbling its way south down the road, the four figures keeping pace alongside.

Goldmoon stepped out from behind her tree, and looked after them down the road.  "I feel bad," she said.  "Do you think the staff could have helped them?  It cured that man back at the Inn...?"

Ayrron smiled and waved as they went on their way and when out of sight, he dropped his and and smile. He watched as the others came over and shook his head. "No....as sweet as their words were, they were hiding something."

He looked at Goldmoon. "They were not being entirely honest with us, and with the seekers after the staff, as well as goblins i think we need some caution."

He looked at the other three with a serious look. "We need to be careful."

....strange words from a kender

"But..." Goldmoon looked pensive.  "If this truly is a gift from the old, true gods.  Are we right in saying who should receive its blessings?  Who are we to say what the gods want?  Maybe it should be given to all who ask?"

Ayrron shrugged and looked at her. "A fair point indeed....but the issue was not if someone was deserving of healing.....the issue was were they actually injured or just looking for the staff." He tossed a stone up, then put it in his pouch.

"Perhaps they did need help, and they could have used it. But let me tell you this - what would happen if they were bandits, or orcs, or serpent people. We go to help them, they attack and hurt or kill you and take the staff."

He sighed. "I know ths is a lot, but there are a lot of people who want that power for themselves. I feel it found you and should stay with you - many will not like that view, but it is what it is." He walks up to her.

"If we find a person in need of help, truely i will help as much as you - but we need to be careful who even see's the staff, or else there will be an army of men and monsters on our asses......excuse the language."

"And the rest of you?  Do you feel this way also?"  Goldmoon looked around at Aelina, Valik, and Vailin, each in turn.

Aelina had left her little friend deal with the half truth he told to those strange monks with the sibbiling voices, feeling she would only complicate matters. When Goldmoon presented her misgivings about not giving healing, she shook her head. "I have to agree with Ayrron. From my reading of the staff, and it resisting my probe, this thing is very powerful. And I think it chose you as a bearer until it reaches its destination, east of here. With the staff's appearance possibly the precurser to the return of the Gods, we cannot treat this lightly. This can shape the world for the next hundred years." She did her customary pause, always the show woman. "I trust we can find help in the tower, but we'll still need to be careful, even in my home."

Vailin stood uncomfortably, his morals battling with his sensibilities.

"We don't know the power of the staff.  This is why we seek guidance.  Using such a powerful item without knowing what it can do could be disastrous.  I would love nothing more than to cure the ails of all we meet, but not without knowing the repurcussions."

"Repercussions?  What sort of repercussions?  The staff healed the man lats night, after he fell into the fire, and I saw no repercussions.  Aelina did her... magic thing.  Wouldn't you know about any repercussions?"  Goldmoon sighed, her shoulders slumped as tears began coursing down her cheeks.

"Riverwind brought the staff back to me," she said after a moment.  "To keep it hidden, its purpose unfulfilled....  It seems wrong, somehow."

"I am no practitioner of magic but even I have heard of powerful items having unforseen side effects.  Where is the staff drawing its power?  You suggested it has a degree of sentience, how do you know it's designs?  What if it's healing is temporary, or draws on the life energy of the person it 'helps', or bends their will somehow?  Wiedling this item without understanding is like giving a loaded crossbow to a young child, only many times worse."

"I am no authority on such things, nor do I claim to be.  We must seek wiser minds who can inform us.  If it is safe then I would see you heal all you can with the staff."

Ayrron looked at Vailin and nodded at his wisdom, then looked at Goldmoon. "Don't get me wrong Goldmoon,  i am not stopping you from healing people - far from it. I encourage it. This staff, and you with it may be what this world has been looking for for a long time."

He sighed, hoping his view was clear. "...and the staff may take it's toll on youo, no one knows. It may be worth it. My point isn't that people suldbn't be healed.....mine is that people may offer the ruse of healing only to attack us and get what they want."

He placed a hand on hers. "I want to help as many as we can, but if some bandits, or cut-throats or monsters - like the ones we found chasing you get it, then the magic will be used in the wrong hands. in your hands it can do good, but to do that we need to keep you safe."

He pointed towards the monks. "...and i'm not saying they weren't safe - they were just hiding something from us."

Goldmoon sighed.  "Let's just move on," she said quietly.  Her face fell into carefully constructed pleasant neutrality, and she set about to walking once more.

OOC: Assuming you're heading further along the road in the same marching order.  I'll need new perception checks from everyone.

"It is a good question. One that we all can weigh in on, but none can answer. If you feel it is wrong, it is your heart and mind that you must follow. I do not trust these men, but if you have been called to use the staff, no matter who stands in need of it..."

"I spent my life following orders blindly, and it lead to nothing but pain, death, sorrow, and...emptiness. When I found I had a heart, and followed it, that is when life gained meaning and purpose. There is risk, but you can face it with knowledge of the risk."

DM EDIT: ROLL: Valik rolled 6 using 1d20+2 ((4)).  Perception.
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After several hours, the road turned west, skirting the north of the Sentinel Peak mountains.  The sun was high in the sky when the companions entered the woods which extended out from the base of the mountain range.

The woods were still -- almost unnaturally so.  A heaviness sat in the air, and even the insects were quiet.  Aelina and Ayrron were the ones to notice, but the packed earth of the road here had been disturbed by many wrapped feet.

The bard had restrained herself from making too much noise during the dangerous walk, her fingers itching to play her lute during the travel. She kept an eye on the sulking Goldmoon, sympathizing with the woman's dilemma, but she hadn't felt the true power of the staff like the half-elf. She was a little afraid of the staff, even if it was what she had been looking for all those months on the road.

Her mussing ceased when she noticed something weird on the road's dirt. "Hold, there are a lot of footsteps here, humanoid, not made with boots, probably wrapped. They are going in all direction and are a few hours old. We should be careful."

Today: Secret Roll: Aelina rolled 17 using 1d20+2 with rolls of 15.  survival.

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Ayrron saw what the half elf did and nodded. "Quicte a few too. Strange that the feet are wrapped and not booted. Their is no rime nor reason for it either - like a grou seperated and went seperate ways, or something."

He looked at the group. "Keep a sharp eye out." He muttered

Vailin who had been continuing his rear guard, gripped his sword pommel tightly.  He had not spotted the tracks but such things were not his specialty.  He kepy his vision focused on the flanks and rear, his assigned area.

Perception: 18

"Wrapped feet? In this terrain? A group of refuges, or travelers robbed of their boots, maybe?"

Having no real idea what the tracks might mean, Valik remained vigilant against any threats in the area.

22:38, Today: Valik rolled 21 using 1d20+2.  Perception. – [roll=1686281927.99189.373889]
22:36, Today: Valik rolled 4 using 1d20-1.  Int check. – [roll=1686281811.95597.373889]

Keeping a watch as they continued along the road, the companions pressed on ahead.  The day passed without much incident, the hours crawling by, kept company by the sounds of birds chirping in the trees, and the wind that swept down over the mountains.  Goldmoon kept her silence as they walked, clearly discomforted by the weight on her shoulders.

It was late afternoon, approaching evening when the companions entered the Sentinel Gap, a narrow pass between the northern-most reaches of the Sentinel Peaks and the main body of the mountain range.  The forest cover was thick, and high granite walls rose to the north and south.  It would take several hours to pass through the gap between Tasin and Fasin, the two landmark mountains to either side, after which they would be in the Shadow Vale, on on the road south toward Haven -- then beyond, to the elven lands of Qualinesti and the Wayreth Forest, where they hoped to find entrance to the Tower.

OOC: It's getting late in the day.  What would you like to do?

Ayrron walked on as he did, again tinkering and muttering as he did last time, though he had lost the bounce in his step a little - and from the occasional glances towards Goldmoon, it was easy to figure out why.

It was his voice of reason that cautioned them against showing themselves to the 'monks', who said they needed help. By Ayrron's own words, he erred caution telling them they may be hiding something.

....and that upset the woman.

He knew she wanted to do good with the staff, and Ayrron was all for that, but his view wasn't entirely seen by the woman. She heard that someone needed help and wanted to. Ayrron heard the plea and saw possible danger for them all, and his words made them move on.

They may have been bandits, or monsters - but they may have also been what they said, and his own words may have caused them to suffer more than they needed to.

The kender, for this reason, was unusually quiet and less 'kender-like' than normal. He seemed focused on his tinkering as he walked, and the few rests he had, he offered people dry rations and water, and when it came to goldmoon his voice was almost timid.

The end of the day, he looked around with a sigh. "We need to find a safe place to camp." he said
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Vailin looked around.  "I don't like the idea of camping in a narrow pass.  Too easy to be surrounded.  We should make camp outside the pass.  We can traverse it tomorrow."

Aelina nodded at the wisdom of Valin's words. "I agree with Valin, this place is perfect for an ambush."

"It is a good plan." Valik looked for a suitable place for the group to make camp without entering the pass.

Finding a place to set up camp was not difficult.  Trees were thick in this part of the mountains,, giving a fair amount of cover away from the road.  Valik picked a spot he through was likely to avoid notice even with a cookfire, and the companions set up for the night.

OOC: Is there anything you would like to do before turning in for the night?  At this point in the year, there's about 12 hour of nightfall, so there's plenty of time to do your things (whatever they may be) and still get the requisite 8 hours for a long rest.

At the end of your post, please give me a perception roll for your turn at watch.

Valik passed his time before sleep gathering materials that would serve well enough as replacements for the bolts that he had lost in the previous days' encounter when they had first met Goldmoon. The world had gone strange again, much as it had done when he had first left behind a life of raiding in search of a new home. Only this time he was running away from people who wanted to take the staff and Goldmoon with it, rather than people chasing him away for fear of their own lives.

Killing men for the sake of killing men was not something Valik wanted any more part of. Killing men in defense of others was acceptable. With how many people wanted the staff, it was unlikely that they would be able to give up their flight any time soon. Where this flight would ultimately take them, not even the gods could say. If they ever chose to speak again at all, of course.

He had hoped that he would spend his days using the bolts to provide meat for tables in town, and nothing more. It had only been a couple of days worth of crazy, but already it seemed like that was nothing more than a dream, from which he was doomed to wake, as the world grew determined to remind him of the harshness of reality.

16:07, Today: Valik rolled 6 using 1d20+2.  Perception.

The half-elf bard sighed internally at not having the minimal outdoor equipment and prepared herself to endure another night wrapped in her cloak as sole protection against the cold. She did not complain and instead sang a soothing restful song, accompanied by her lute, the magic of her words increasing the rest regenerative moment.

Using song of rest, everyone should be at full HP anyway, but its for the rp value.

ROLL: Aelina rolled 23 using 1d20+3 ((20)).  Perception: 3rd watch.
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It was noticeable that Ayrron was quiet - for a kender he was practically mute. The small form spent time setting up a small fire, cooking a warm, simple meal of sausages with bread and cheese. There was ample servings for every person, and he passed it around.

Once done, he cleaned quickly, then spent time by teh fire, working on teh copper and silver ball as Aelina sung her song. The kender smiled as they done their own thing. "Reminds me of our first campout. I was working on the goggles and you sang that night - was the first night i had heard you sing.

He looked at her, relaxing. "we were with that serious half orc who was hell bent on becoming the first paladin in a age" He chuckled. "What was his name again?"

DM ROLL: Ayrron rolled 20 using 1d20+3 ((17)).  Perception: 2nd Watch.
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As always Vailin found himself an optimal place to watch the camp from, outside the firelight.  Once his watch was done (if uneventful) he cleaned his weapons and armour before hitting his bedroll.

Perception: 10

Goldmoon ate in silence as the evening meal was prepared.  Aelina played her song, which filled the little campsite with soothing sounds that encouraged worries to be set aside for the nonc; they could be picked up and carried later.  Ayrron continued to tinker with his little contraption, which right now resembled nothing so much as a tightly compressed ball of bent metal and and springs surrounding an empty compartment of sorts -- something was clearly missing.

In the process of finding wood for the fire, Valik found several pieces of wood which, with some small effort, would make serviceable shafts for his crossbow.  He wasn't lacking in ammunition for the moment, but he knew that could change in barely an instant.  Vailin set about his nightly ritual, cleaning and maintaining his arms and armour until they would pass even the most rigorous inspection.

The meal passed with only the barest amount of small talk, the kender relaying yet another of his stories that no one believed, but he insisted were true nonetheless, and one by one, the companions turned in, leaving Vailin to take the first watch.

Vailin's watch passed without note, and the knight woke the kender for his turn before taking to his bedroll.  Ayrron had a similarly uneventful night, which he spent with his hands busy, tinkering with his little ball once more.

Aelina took the next watch, in the deepest part of night, listening to the sounds of the forest around her.  The call of night-frogs and insects sounded loudly, along with the cry of the occasional fox.  There was a whirring of leaves as something flew overhead through the trees, and a small object fell on her head before thumping into the dirt at her feet.  Rubbing at the spot that had been hit, she bent down to see what it was, and discovered a pair of lodestones, stuck together.  When she tried to pull them apart, they resisted, trying to reattached themselves whenever they were close.

OOC: Aelina, I've added two lodestones to your component pouch.  You now have the material components for the Mending spell.

When Aelina's watch ended, she work the goliath for his turn.  Valik had been sleeping deeply, and while he was prepared to march back and forth to keep himself awake during his watch, he found his eyelids heavy.  Completing another circuit of the camp, he leaned his back against an old oak tree and closed his eyes, just for a moment...

DM ROLL: Valik rolled 14 using 1d20 ((14)).  Wisdom Save.

...And when the companions woke, everything had changed.

To be continued...