Flare Nightstorm:
“Aye, there be supplies an' food to be had,” Sann states. “I guess me companions won't be needin' it any more. Help yourself.” The squads take a few minutes to unwind from their harrowing adventure. Food can be had for those who want it. Vardra nods, a sad expression on his face. "Thank you, Sann, that's mighty kind of you. I'm sorry about what happened to your friends. I trust the gods will look after them now."
Flare echoes the sentiments of Vardra. Despite being used to a life in the woods without human interaction, Flare would feel terrible at the loss of any of his current companions. All the more surprising considering they've only known each other a week, maybe two.
He would like to grab a few arrows if any exist in the dwarven packs. And a couple days of food items.
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As the Squad makes their way away from Bollo's Shield, heading up and around the mountain, Flare is happily smelling all the scents in the air. His head turns this way and that, his neck twisting to the point of breaking. He seems electrified by their surroundings. Is it possible that he's picking up the scent of travelers who have come before them? Maybe... MAYBE!.... he sneezes!... MAYBE NOT!
Hours later, they find their path joining another trail.
Flare starts investigating their immediate surroundings, rustling through some high weeds. He seems to be entranced by the fragrance of a tiny patch of land, but he's CLEARLY on the wrong track. Butternut sees him making tight, erratic circles in the patch of weeds as he grasps a small sapling... and begins to sniff it? Her head tilts curiously. She coaxes him in the proper direction:
"Flare, is that the trail we came here on the other day? If so, the entrance should be right over... there." Butternut points to where she believes the mouth of the cave lies.
Flare's bloodhound instinct is shaken from its spell and he wakes to find himself inhaling a small sapling!
Damn, this nose! Maybe he's high on pollen? A bit embarrassed, he tenderly straightens the little sapling and acts as though nothing out of the ordinary has just happened. "This way is a dead-end! No use going in this direction! Nothing to see here!"
After brushing himself off in a cloud of dirt, he finally glances over in the direction to which Butternut points. "Yes, yes, that looks quite right! Our entrance is nearby!" He hopes he is not wrong again.
Thank goodness for Butternut.
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Flare has overheard snippets of conversation:
Lucyus: “We have to reach the summit and raise the signal for our army.”
Sorvani: “As the priestess noted, the trap is very large, so if we go up the ramp single file to the next turn the trap should not be activated. Clearly, the trap has to be in one of the long sections of the ramp and not at the corners, so those have to be safe.”
Kaylessa: “Climbing pitons could be hammered into the stone and a rope secured to them as a lifeline. If the floor begins to rise then the rope will give some security to cross again."
Flare supports all of the above ideas - esp Kaylessa's idea of having a roped-lifeline in place, in case they underestimate the floor trap.
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GM Mad: The sun is starting to set as the combined squads can see the makeshift stable at the base of the Eagle's Nest. The horses are still stabled here and are very happy that you've returned. A shrill cry pierces the air and a bird flies in and lands on Flare's arm. It's his companion, the small female hawk!
"M'lady, M'lady! You have returned! I've missed you, my darling friend." He strokes her gently and the bird of prey is obviously excited to see her best friend too. "You look to have eaten well while I was away. What can you tell us of this mountain? Did she reveal any secrets to you?"
He listens to his hawk. "Yes, yes.." "Very good!..." "Oh yes, lots of mice to be had, I'm sure..."
Flare senses that his companions are looking at him sideways.
Surely he is mad? He turns to speak to them: "M'Lady reports that there is currently no movement in the Eagle's Nest outpost. She saw no human nor goblin presence."
The Squad seems to appreciate this bit of news, though some aren't quite sure if Flare is putting them on or not.
"She is also happy to report that there are no longer any remaining rodents in the outpost as she's had herself quite the feast!"
Yes he's mad!
She screeches a few more times as Flare continues to interpret: "Finally she reports that the tower is two stories in height with a small area inside the mountain as well!"
They have a better idea of the structure now, which may affect their decisions once up top.
Flare wanders off, still chatting with his lovely feathered friend, and disappears into the surroundings.
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The ladies go to clean off.
Erisciana will walk her horse back to the stream and allow it to drink its fill. She then steps into the cool water, splashing the water upon herself to clean off the muck and dirt of the dungeon encounter. She kneels in the water and rinses out her hair as best as she can, dousing it several times to remove the remnants of their disgusting plunge.
Kaylessa keeps watch with her bow as the Warrior priestess rinses off.
Then an unusual rustling comes from a tree just downstream.
Kaylessa spins around and targets the source of the noise with her bow! She holds fast and still. Her ears are tuned to the nuance of the mountain and its lively stream - as her eyes jump from tree to tree, limb to limb, securing their surroundings with her senses.
It's silent again. But something isn't right here.
Her eyes narrow as she fires an arrow into an overhanging tree! There's a loud wooden *CRACK* as a large limb plunges into the water with a loud *SPLASH*!
Riding that limb is one Flare Nightstorm! "WHOOO-NOOO!"
He splashes into the stream, cursing and damning everything as he hits hard and cannot get his footing. Trying to stand, he slips and falls in again. He eventually pulls himself out of the icy current but his hawk, M'Lady, is attacking and screeching at him. She's really letting him have it!
Kaylessa: "Flare Nightstorm! You are a shameful man!"
He presents his bird to Kaylessa: "She is a female! She wished to join the ladies of our Squad. You know, one of the girls and all that..."
But M'Lady continues attacking Flare! She's angry with his impropriety!
"DAMMIT, M'LADY! OKAY, OKAY!"
Kaylessa: "You're lucky your stench gave you away! Count your blessings that I chose to teach you a lesson rather than end your pathetic life! Be gone!"
Flare: "Yes, yes, I am going!! (then to his hawk) So this is where the stream is!" But the bird of prey is having nothing of this pathetic charade! She's circling him, all loud ruffled flapping & vicious striking talons. "OW! OKAY! I'm sorry, I'm sorry! (to Kaylessa and Erisciana) Ladies, I'm sorry! I'm a shameful man, you are right. Thank you for sparing my life. My bird thanks you as well!"
He wanders off. Headed back to camp. Soaking wet. His bird still angry with him.
Kaylessa and Erisciana exchange confused expressions, but their emotions soon lighten.
There's something wrong with Flare Nightstorm! They know it.
And he seems to know it as well.
The welcoming sound of their feminine laughter echoes gently down the stream.
A Source of Light in the Dark of Night. (Unless he's drunk.) (If he's drunk, you're on your own.) (Sorry, I cannot control Flare. He's his own man.)