Chapter 1: Hollows Last Hope

[Lucian]

Lucian chuckles when he hears Harley, "It's the ...aah, unfortunate side effect of having your legs attached to your bottom.  Marching that distance makes the whole system ache from your feet to your shoulders." He laughs, "But yes, I'm pretty much sore all over too."

[Brilliant Breeze]

Breezy perks up at the mention of finding a spot in the immediate area, and says "I will look for a spot. Also I am happy to take last watch. I am usually up early anyway. The sun is glorious when it first rises, did you know no two sunrises are the same?" with that it moves off to find a spot good for camping.

Survival: 1d20+7=27  Looking for a good camping spot.

[DM Dread]

The groups a very secure location to camp and sets up for the night dividing the night into 8 watches Breezy took the 7-830 pm giving him plenty of time to rest. Oriana took over for him and went from 830-10 for shift 2. 10-1130 was Satoru and Arielle. 1130-1 was Dunndero 1-230 was Harley and 230-4 was Toryn. 4-530 was Larz and finally Lucian took over at 530-7.  The night passed with nothing occuring to disturb the parties rest. It was a solid restful night as their bodies fatigue from the walking took over. The following morning saw the lumber camp come to life and was busy bright and early as the group awoke and went through morning rituals to ready themselves for the day. . Date: 28th of Neth in the year 4707. Absalom Reckoning. the festival of Transmutatem, for the church of Neth. A day focused Self Improvement. 

((ooc: 5 people post for anything before I advance the game to the moving into the forest. anyone worshipping Neth, The God of Magic can use the festival in their post))

[Toryn Togglebit]

(OOC: Toryn will use some of the downtime before bed and/or between the morning rituals to Gather Information on Droskars Crucible)


Gather Information + Guidance: 1d20+6 26

[Dunndero]

Dunndero wakes up, promptly eats some of his rations, then does some brief stretching, before moving towards a thick trunked tree where he begins throwing punches at the trunk while moving around its boil like he is shadow boxing.His solid punches slamming into the trunk, crunching of bark in large flakes, revealing his scared and calloused nuckles. He does this for about 15 minutes before donning his armor and gear, and then proceeds to check the edges of his battleaxe and assortment of of hatchets and daggers, while waiting for the rest of the group to finish thier preparations.

[Harley the Barbarian]

Her light blues practically glowing as she sat through her watch gently strumming her harp and keeping her gaze alert for any signs of trouble. When she returned to her sleeping blanket, she tossed and turned until it was time to awaken. Relieved to be awake, she she went through her routine of cleaning her gear and preparing herself for the day. Finally ready to face the day, she walked out and watched the Half-orc eating from his own supplies, before shrugging and heading down to the lumber camp, wondering if the kitchen was open yet.

[DM Dread]

The night before Toryn moves around chatting the Lumberjacks up. Talking to cooks, even the local camp followers. until he pieces together enough to share the follwing information with the party.

Droskars Crucible was once a Dwarven Monastery called Torags Crag, named after Torag the All-Father of the Dwarven pantheon.  The monastery depths were rumored to house a great artifact created by the bests smiths of all the Dwarven Kingdoms back over a thousand years ago. The Volcano known as Droskars Crag; so named after the dwarven diety of toil and unending work. erupted and caused great destruction around the area, including destroying and collapsing much of the Dwarven complex below the surface of the Monastery. This was called The Rending.  A cult to Droskar came about and renamed the Monastery and and calling it his Crucible where they would hone their body and mind towards becoming perfection in the eyes of Droskar. The cult leader was a charismatic dwarf named Gristogar. Supposedly he was the last dwarf to survive the gradual deaths of the cultists. Creatures then gradually inhabited the depths.

Long after the the lasts dwarves were gone, the place is still haunted by spirits and ghosts of those that toiled in the ruins of the monastery. In more recent times, The Truescale Kobold tribe took over the depths and made it there home, working with many of the inhabitants to secure the location until a Wizard came looking for the artifact. He took command of the Truescales and exiled the King. Recently The wizard abandoned his post and Merlokrep found another relic, A Crown that empowered him and he returned to retake command of his people. 

The Dwarf Druingar The Glintaxe's spirit now protects the ruins just as his predecessors have.

[Larz Oathtaker]

Larz was half way done setting up his bedding, removing his armer and bathing from a small bucket of water he had gotten from the wood cutters. He had just began cleaning his armor when, Torynn came into the camp telling all what he had discovered, one single tear rolled down the young dwarfs face. He did not sob or wail such things were not the dwarven way. Instead he just sat listening cleaning his armor in stoic silence. He went to sleep that night, remembering nights he sat by the hearth listening to his Uncles stories when he would come home to visit. His Uncle was the reason he left the mountain kingdom to start a life of adventure.

When he was woken for his watch he got up not saying a word, dressed and went to take his turn at watch. As he walked a long lazy circle around the camp Larz prayed to Trudd. Lord Trudd grant me this, allow me the chance to prove my strength and bravery, Lead me to the cause of mt Uncls death that I may lay them asunder. I know in my heart that my Uncle gave his life protecting the ruins of Torags Crag. So I beg of you direct me to this place and my Uncles remains that I may burn his body befitting the warrior he was and seek justice nagainst those who did him evil. After his prayer the dwarf walked his shift in sad silence.
 


When he woke in the morning after dressing and eating some rations the young dwarf secured all his gear and then shouldered his pack saying only two words. Lets go.

[Brilliant Breeze]

Breezy set up its spot in the camp pretty easily, its armor and pack placed carefully next to each other. Spending its time on watch observing the camp, and his fellow adventures. The small leshy reflected that it had learned a lot since it decided to inhabit this form. Some good, the joys of travel, new sights, sounds, smells, but especially new friends. Also there had been horrible things. The Hag, that one lingered in its memories and haunted it a bit. Still, perhaps it was time to face that particular past. Either way after its shift, Breezy woke the next up in rotation and settled down to rest. Asleep the leshy looked kind of like a bush. 

True enough it woke up early enjoying the tasty first rays of sunshine, after consuming some water waiting for the others to awake. Breezy had learned most humanoids didn't enjoy conversation early in the morning so it remained quiet until others seemed ready to start the day. It was happy to head into the forest, so many new things to see and experience.

[Oriana Bronzeguard]

There was always work to do in the small community Oriana came from, so she was used to being up early, and today was no exception.

Seeing the small plant creature Breeze was up as well she gave quick nod to them but did not interrupt their morning with words.

Not particularly used to having spare time, Oriana decided to do a few laps around the logging camp before the group heads off into the forest further. She was keeping a look out for any tracks of wolves or werewolves that she might be able to see, but was mostly happy to just get a bit of movement into her body before the trek into the forest.

Survival: 1d20+4 10