We will not hustle but travel as fast as we can without causing the horses damage. The clerics if able can use their heal skills as much as possible to help keep Theaton alive and able to continue until we get to Oleg's as soon as possible.
The party traverses the hills carefully, only increasing pace on smoother terrain. The day passes without trouble, but the dark clouds from the south rapidly approach.
Toilday 26 Pharast
Overnight, 1 strength healed, 3 restored and 3 lost. So a net of +1 to strength score which is at a total of -4.
The day begins with a dreary drizzle and quickly gets worse. The hills fill with rivulets which spill into the plains as the adventurers plod through the mud. The day takes a turn for the worse as sleet begins to fall, slowing progress. The cold night is also uncomfortable.
Wealday 27 Pharast
4 more Strength damage, 2 restored and 2 healed (Shivas provides long term care and Jhod not only restores, but attempts to treat the disease). No change and the condition does not seem to be improving. At least he has no more Dexterity damage.
The sleet melts, leaving mud to traverse. The warm day is a welcome change. As the sun travels across the sky, you pass by the old site of the spider you killed. It looks completely undisturbed and unused, strewn bones bleached white by the sun.
By sunset, Oleg's appears on the horizon, only a few hours to travel the next day.
Oathday 28 Pharast
1 strength damage, but 2 healed overnight with help and 2 restored by Jhod. So total strength lost is -1 which has no effect on your modifier.
However, this morning is a rude awakening as a piercing scream wakes you. In the middle of the camp floats an orb of light, shining red and Shicas stares at it wide eyed as Jhod stirs. She stammers, "It - It just appeared there!"
Out of Character: I had to roll Fortitude saves for the disease, all of which were low except one. So if you could provide a few Fort saves and also a Knowledge Dungeoneering to identify the light.
Edited: iCon on 13th Mar, 2015 - 2:25pm
Theaton is reminded of an obscure elven horror ballad that reminds him of this light. It's an ancient story called New Moon O'er the Forest written by a hero of Kyonin, Toraine Lesevolin.
The passage he remembers is:
...Feliona was then alone,
For the third time in the night,
Nought could be seen,
Not even the surrounding trees.
She spied the distant light,
Of all hues of the rainbow,
The danger of the Wisp,
Dawned on the heroine.
More lights lit around her,
Drawn to feast on her fear,
She suppressed her emotion,
And evaded her fate.
The lights flew behind her,
Uninhibited by the rough ground,
And lightning crackled betwixt them,
As they manipulated elemental air.
The thrown daggers and magic,
Were deflected without a flinch,
'Til the heroine tried a simple spell,
The Magic Missiles felled one Wisp.
Opponents distracted,
Some fed on their dying ally,
Their dread, evil personality,
Shunning honor, loyalty and racial bond...
Theaton is sure there is more info in the passage but it doesn't occur to him, the greene is definitely meant to make it out alive. The few seconds he reminisced the poem, the orb of light bobs up and down while humming in a high pitch.
Out of Character: Of course the poem rhymed in Elven, but had to be written in English. This was an experiment to see if I could give monster information in a format to keep it in character.
The Fort saves are for the next few days, and I only needed one knowledge roll. I probably gave you way too much information for an 18.
Theaton is reminded of an obscure elven horror ballad that reminds him of this light. It's an ancient story called New Moon O'er the Forest written by a hero of Kyonin, Toraine Lesevolin.
The passage he remembers is:
...Feliona was then alone,
For the third time in the night,
Nought could be seen,
Not even the surrounding trees.
She spied the distant light,
Of all hues of the rainbow,
The danger of the Wisp,
Dawned on the heroine.
More lights lit around her,
Drawn to feast on her fear,
She suppressed her emotion,
And evaded her fate.
The lights flew behind her,
Uninhibited by the rough ground,
And lightning crackled betwixt them,
As they manipulated elemental air.
The thrown daggers and magic,
Were deflected without a flinch,
'Til the heroine tried a simple spell,
The Magic Missiles felled one Wisp.
Opponents distracted,
Some fed on their dying ally,
Their dread, evil personality,
Shunning honor, loyalty and racial bond...
Theaton is sure there is more info in the passage but it doesn't occur to him, the greene is definitely meant to make it out alive. The few seconds he reminisced the poem, the orb of light bobs up and down while humming in a high pitch.
Out of Character: Of course the poem rhymed in Elven, but had to be written in English. This was an experiment to see if I could give monster information in a format to keep it in character.
The Fort saves are for the next few days, and I only needed one knowledge roll. I probably gave you way too much information for an 18.
Theaton looks to every one and says, "It may be a wisp so one needs to not feed it with negative emotions. While they are at times dangerous I think we can avoid a battle. Just have to follow our path to Oleg's and ignore the wisp and it should go away. They want to feed off our emotions of dread, death and fears."
"That sounds vile," Shivas replies as she backs away and begins packing, as does Jhod. The wisp suddenly disappears.
It reappears 200 feet west, bobbing up and down and emitting sharp pings, as though bringing something to your attention.