Operation: Graystone #11

[GM Mad]

Operation: Graystone #11

April 13th, CR 569

The combined squads have escaped the goblin lair! They are now outside in what appears to be midday. The sun is shining and it is warmer than it has been recently. Five mules are tethered nearby. Sann Silverbeard runs towards one of them like it was an old friend. He calls the mule 'Dolly”.

Vardra joins the others outside in the sunshine. A small group of mules stands to one side, and Sann seems to be talking to one of them. Stepping over to the mules, Vardra begins inspecting the other ones. "Did your friends leave any supplies with the mules, friend Sann? We're a bit low on food."

“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. Unfortunately, the smell of the foul goblin lair has permeated the groups clothing and gear. Its now even more obvious now surrounded by far more pleasant odors.

The squads take a look around to get their bearings. Butternut and Flare can point out where the peak of Eagle's Nest is at. Its hard to visualize at first as the group is now on the other side of it. Furthermore it does seem higher now than it was when you arrived by horseback.

The trail that was found does not seem to have been used all that much. Its partially overgrown by grass, narrowing it considerably. Two different sets of tracks are noted here. The fresher tracks are of the mules coming down the trail. Underneath those are older tracks can be seen going up the trail. Butternut can judge that by their size and shape that they belonged to goblins. Those tracks are at least a week old and lead away from the goblin lair. The trail itself winds its way through the hills and upwards towards the Eagle's Nest area. While the Eagle's Nest itself is only a few miles away, the circular path the trail takes to reach it will take hours to complete and will cover many more miles.

As the group discusses there options, Sann comes forward.

“Ye have me thanks for savin' me back there,” the dwarf offers. “If'n I may ask, just who are ye? What were ye doin' in Bollo's Shield?”

[GM Mad]

GM Notes:

As noted in the post, where you are now is lower than where the horses were stabled. You're on the other side of the Eagle's Nest and it probably would take hours to reach it on foot. This area is lower than where the horses were stabled, so the trail going back is also going up.

The horses were stabled at the base of the Eagle's Nest area and you fell into the trap on the way to the outpost. Just what is up there is unknown, but it is not a large base or a fort. Most likely, just an observation area and living quarters for a small group. Based on what you had been told, Chimera Squad was a largest group the army had sent to Eagle's Nest before.

The trail you used to reach this mountainous area had you going up the sides of hills and frequently doubling back as you went higher up in altitude. This smaller path is similar in nature.

So what are you going to do. Take the path back to the horses or try to find another way up in the goblin lair?

Now what?

[Erisciana]

Erisciana -

The scouts Flare and Butternut locate a path which appears to lead back to the cave opening. The group had come out lower than they originally entered which showed just how far their tumbling slide had dumped them into the bowels of the mountain.

The group seems to agree that they should get to the top of the observation post and set the proper flag as they were each entrusted. Sorvani mentions that if we tarry too long that the army might send yet more to find out what happened. “I would hope that those in charge would alter their approach if repeated groups failed in the identical task. But assuming that another group falls prey to the trap and we return, we likely would get the task to rescue them as we are now somewhat familiar with the place.”

“As for whether to try and find an internal way up rather than using the ramp that was trapped, I would make note that we don’t even know if there is an internal way up. We can assume there is but it might not exist or it might be non-functional or non-accessible. We could waste a lot of time fruitlessly or we could work to devise a method of overcoming the trap.”

“Ren? Did you become aware of some sort of trigger that we tripped? Or was it simply a large mechanical impediment? It had to be huge to catch our entire group considering how spread out we were at the time we succumbed to it.”

Once the conversations have worked out she will start towards the path which Flare and Butternut identified, assuming that they are going back to the cave and hoping to move things along and avoid any excess debate.

[Butternut]

Butternut:

As the discussion rolls on, anyone taking the time to really look at Butternut can see the exhaustion behind her eyes. She's been pushing herself hard, and that combined with excitement and anxiety have taken a toll on her ability to sleep.

Still, instincts honed over years in the wilderness are percolating away in her subconscious. Slowly, a piece here and then a piece there snap into place and comprehension dawns in her mind.

"Wait a minute..." she grumbles to herself as she wanders over to check the tracks at the trailhead again. A soft snarling, growling sound can be heard from the diminutive woman as she examines them in more detail. "Goblins... And about as many as we saw at the entrance over yonder..." Another piece drops into place.

Butternut curses mentally every step of the way as she walks back to the group discussing plans. "I got that all backwards and inside out. Poor excuse for a ranger I'm turning out to be...

"There's goblin footprints over there that I believe to be the same ones I saw the other day just outside the cave where we left the horses. Which means the goblins we followed in came from here, and are the same ones that Chimera fought before we found them.

"Doesn't really change our options, though it does mean that there is even less chance of reaching the top of Eagle's Nest by going back through the dwarven fort. Which means our best chance of completing our mission is to take our chances with the ramp again. Now that we know what we're looking for, we may have better luck finding the release mechanism.

"However, I'd still rather go back in after the goblins." Too tired to stay upright any longer, Butternut finds a patch of grass near the trailhead, lies down, and begins softly snoring moments later.

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Due to my own egregious confusion, Butternut was all twisted around. Since she's a Ranger (and I'm not), she should have known better so I'm trying to resolve that as best I can here.

I was actually under the impression that "Eagle's Nest" referred to the observation area at the top of the hill, and where we entered the hill was just a tunnel / ramp to get there. I also thought that the slide dumped us roughly below where we entered, but apparently the slide was far longer than I realized and we actually landed a substantial distance away. D'oh!

[Vardra]

Vardra Marcus, PFC:

“Aye, there be supplies an' food to be had,” Sann states. “I guess me companions won't be needin' it any more. Help yourself.”

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."

After a quick survey of the other four mules, Vardra will take off his own pack and strap it to whichever one seems the least burdened, along with the recently-acquired torch. He then slips a hunk of dried meat from his belt pouch and begins gnawing at it.


A discussion of their situation turns up a variety of thoughts regarding where they are and what they should do. Over time, a clearer understanding emerges, which serves to clarify their options as well. Erisciana and Butternut summarize things pretty clearly, though the obvious answer is not a very appealing one.

"Based on what we know, I agree with Erisciana and Butternut: the ramp is the way to go. We could spend a lot of time searching this dwarven steading and never reach our destination." Just then, Sann steps forward to address the group and Vardra turns to the dwarf.

“Ye have me thanks for savin' me back there,” the dwarf offers. “If'n I may ask, just who are ye? What were ye doin' in Bollo's Shield?”

"You're welcome, Sann," Vardra replies. "We're what's left of two squads of soldiers and adventurers assembled by the Cynalonian Army to support the enlisted forces. We were sent here to retake Eagle's Nest and reinstate the warning system there. Both squads fell afoul of a devious slide trap and wound up far underground. After meeting up, we found our way through the tunnels to... what did you call it?... Bollo's Shield, and then to where we found you. I guess you know the rest..."

Vardra pauses for a second, then shrugs. "Not sure how we're going to do it, but we still need to reach the observation post topside. You know anything that might help us get there?"

[Vernar]

Vernar -

Vernar listens closely to the conversations while he keeps an eye on the entrance while he was resting. He gets up and walks the short distance to where Butternut explains the tracks and where she believes we are. Everything returns to the group trying the ramp once more and not straining our luck to survive that fall.

There is also so expressed concern about the remaining goblins, which Vernar decides to offer his opinion about first. "The goblins be shattered, an' any that remain in Bollo's Shield will be rooted out by the stone dwarf now that it be free. That does not mean the danger is extinguished, but rather they will not be posin' a threat for the immediate future an' be takin' a while 'fore they can harm much o' anyone."

"As fer the ramp," Vernar continues. "It be seemin' the best way up even given the situation. Maybe Sann knows a bit 'bout it, but if not then we can try it again with utmost care."

Vernar will wait and see what the others, and Sann, have to say on the matter. He suspects regardless of the decision, they will be returning to where they left their mounts. He will also be prepared to scoop up the snoozing halfling if need be should she not rouse on her own once we are ready to depart.

[Kaylessa]

Kaylessa

The squads take a few minutes to unwind from their harrowing adventure. Food can be had for those who want it. Unfortunately, the smell of the foul goblin lair has permeated the groups clothing and gear. Its now even more obvious now surrounded by far more pleasant odors.

Kaylessa keeps smelling her pungent smell eve over the smells of the forest. “I cannot wait to put on clean clothes and bath.”she says absently to no one at all.

“Ye have me thanks for savin' me back there,” the dwarf offers. “If'n I may ask, just who are ye? What were ye doin' in Bollo's Shield?”

“A forced together group of adventures brought together by circumstance.” She says evenly. To the good dwarf. “Bollo’s Shield? So that is what this place is called.” She says looking back at the entrance As Vardra continues on with his own explanation.
“What brought you to Bollo’s Shield? Treasure, knowledge or lost heritage? What is Bollo’s shield to you?”she asks curiously.

“As for whether to try and find an internal way up rather than using the ramp that was trapped, I would make note that we don’t even know if there is an internal way up. We can assume there is but it might not exist or it might be non-functional or non-accessible. We could waste a lot of time fruitlessly or we could work to devise a method of overcoming the trap.”

“Ren? Did you become aware of some sort of trigger that we tripped? Or was it simply a large mechanical impediment? It had to be huge to catch our entire group considering how spread out we were at the time we succumbed to it.”

“There maybe a way around the trap but as you say there is no way to know if it transcends to the top.”She says evenly to the warrior priestess. “Climbing pitons could be hammered into the stone and a rope secured to them as a life line. If the floor begins to rise then the rope will give some security to cross again."

She soon hears snoring and Kaylessa sees Butternut snoring on the ground. She smirks and shakes her head, "Rest well." Kaylessa will take mule by hand and be ready to move.

[Lucyus]

Lucyus
Lucyus listens as the others begin debating on what to do next and Lucyus is corrected on what the mission at hand was. Silently the Paladin kicks himself for not recalling it correctly.

"There's goblin footprints over there that I believe to be the same ones I saw the other day just outside the cave where we left the horses. Which means the goblins we followed in came from here, and are the same ones that Chimera fought before we found them.

"Doesn't really change our options, though it does mean that there is even less chance of reaching the top of Eagle's Nest by going back through the dwarven fort. Which means our best chance of completing our mission is to take our chances with the ramp again. Now that we know what we're looking for, we may have better luck finding the release mechanism.

"However, I'd still rather go back in after the goblins." Too tired to stay upright any longer, Butternut finds a patch of grass near the trailhead, lies down, and begins softly snoring moments later.

“It is safe to assume that the goblins we encountered also maybe within this observation point or perhaps part of a greater host that is moving against our Kingdoms. We have to reach the summit and raise the signal for our army.” He states matter of factly to the others.
Soon after the dwarf known as Sann gives thanks to the group. Vardra and Kaylessa explain their groups origins as well as questions the dwarf. Vernar also adds to the conversation. snoring he looks about and sees a snoring halfling nearby.
“Sann do you know of the surrounding area? Do you know of the Eagle’s nest that lies above Bollo’s shield?” he asks curiously.

[Kendell]

Kendell:

Kendell has a nibble of the food to be found on the mules while the others talk about things that Kendell pays little attention to. Instead, he will check out each of the other mules, leaving the one the rescued dwarf favors to him. It seems that the mules was were not left unattended for too long.

Once we are ready to move on, Kendell will release their tethers and lead them up the path following the scouts.

[Sorvani]

Sorvani:

Once out in the fresh air, Sorvani simply takes it all in. He sips some water and has a few bites of the food that is offered. Discussion turns to what to do next. A few actually want to go back inside that underground lair!

“Are you nuts?!”, Sorvani calls out. “I'm not going back in there! I'll take my chances outside here where I can at least see properly.”

Likewise talk of going back in to deal with the goblins comes up. “Again, not our assignment,” Sorvani stresses. “We need to get back on track and complete our mission and then return to report in. I am sure that if our superiors want the goblins cleared out, than a properly geared force will be dispatched to handle it. If we were an independent adventuring group, than sure, that could be an option. If that trap has been running for hundreds of years, who knows what kind of magical gear has been dropped down there? Perhaps lost spell books to be found. But we're not an independent adventuring group. This is what we signed up for after all.”

After that, we seem to get back on track. A trail is found that seemingly leads out of this area and perhaps back to the Eagle's Nest area. Goblin footprints are found and the rangers think that these are the same ones that fell into the trap right before we did. That explains the goblins Chimera Squad fought right after we landed at the bottom of the trap.

Eventually the idea of trying to get back to Eagle's Nest and our horses arises. “We need our horses and supplies,” Sorvani stresses. “Initially, I was a against trying to go back up the ramp to the observation post to avoid falling back into the same trap we just got out of. However, now I am not sure.”

“We were told that smaller groups had been dispatched to the Eagle's Nest before,” Sorvani continues. “Obviously they had no issues since they flew the flags and returned safely. So whatever mechanism is in place that operates the trap must be weight based in some manner. So if we go up the ramp in smaller groups or even one at a time we should be safe. 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.”

“At any rate, let us keep moving and get away from this retched place,” Sorvani concludes, pointing to the dwarven lair they just left.

[GM Mad]

Post Continued:

The squads catch their breath after having exited the dwarven, now filled with mangled goblins, lair. Discussion turns on what to do next and most agree that finding the way back to the squads mounts is the way to go. A trail leads away from the dwarven lair and up into the hills around the base of the Eagle's Nest. The trap that both groups fell into earlier is talked about.

“Ren? Did you become aware of some sort of trigger that we tripped? Or was it simply a large mechanical impediment? It had to be huge to catch our entire group considering how spread out we were at the time we succumbed to it.”

“I felt a shift in the floor right before the trap went off,” Ren reports. “I was keeping an eye out for any irregularities in the floor, but I didn't notice this one. I was looking for small triggers and maybe didn't see a huge one?”


Elsewhere others talk to Sann Silverbeard, the dwarf rescued from the goblin pit.

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."

“Least I could do,” Sann notes. “I'd be liken to go back an' get their bodies, but probably to dangerous to do that. No one deserves to rot in a goblin lair.”

"You're welcome, Sann," Vardra replies. "We're what's left of two squads of soldiers and adventurers assembled by the Cynalonian Army to support the enlisted forces. We were sent here to retake Eagle's Nest and reinstate the warning system there. Both squads fell afoul of a devious slide trap and wound up far underground. After meeting up, we found our way through the tunnels to... what did you call it?... Bollo's Shield, and then to where we found you. I guess you know the rest..."

Vardra pauses for a second, then shrugs. "Not sure how we're going to do it, but we still need to reach the observation post topside. You know anything that might help us get there?"

"As fer the ramp," Vernar continues. "It be seemin' the best way up even given the situation. Maybe Sann knows a bit 'bout it, but if not then we can try it again with utmost care.”

“Sann do you know of the surrounding area? Do you know of the Eagle’s nest that lies above Bollo’s shield?” he asks curiously.

“Eagle's Nest?” Sann repeats. “What be that? Never heard o' it.”

“A forced together group of adventures brought together by circumstance.” She says evenly. To the good dwarf. “Bollo’s Shield? So that is what this place is called.” She says looking back at the entrance As Vardra continues on with his own explanation.

“Aye,” Sann acknowledges. “I believe it to be Bollo's Shield.”

“What brought you to Bollo’s Shield? Treasure, knowledge or lost heritage? What is Bollo’s shield to you?”she asks curiously.

“I be searchin' for forgotten knowledge!”, Sann proudly announces.

[GM Mad]

With the rangers in the lead, the squads and Sann start to walk up the trial with the mules. Sann leads Dolly, while Kaylessa and Kendell hold the leashes for the other mules. As the squads walk along, Sann tells his story.

“I be an agent for the Ministry o' Histories an' I be on a great mission,” Sann says. “Most of ye know of the Keln Lands to the east of here? What ye now call the Frontier lands? But can you name what that land was before Keln? Anyone?”

“Ye can't! No one knows!” Sann calls out. “That be the mystery I be seekin' to unravel! We dwarves are long lived and have thousands of years o' recorded history. But there be a hole in our history and that hole is what was who lived in the Frontier Lands before Keln. Our records for that area go back a few thousand years, but before that there be nary a thing! It's like a whole civilization just vanished an' all records o' it were erased!”

“While diggin' through our historical records, I found an old entry to places called Bollo's Shield and Bollo's Spear,” Sann continues. “Now I be assumin' that ye have no idea who ol' Bollo was. Bollo was the most miserable despot to ever sit on the Dwarven King's throne! After decades of his foul rule, the dwarves rose up and removed Bollo from the picture. Permanently, if ye be getting' me meanin'. The dwarven senate was formed after that to balance an' reign in the King's power.”

“From what I can tell, ol' Bollo feared the rise of the humans and elves to the east o' the dwarven lands. So he built an observation post to keep an eye on things, that be Bollo's Shield. In case that there be trouble, Bollo's Spear was a dwarven fortress where his armies could launch attacks into the human an' elf lands. When ol' Bollo was removed from the throne, his spear and shield were abandoned as they be on the fringe of the dwarven lands. We didn't have any trouble with the humans o' Cynalon so these bases were all but forgotten.”

“So now ye be wonderin' why I came searchin' for Bollo's Shield,” Sann states. “These places be old enough that perhaps historical records here could have the information I need. Perhaps here I could discover who used to live in the Keln Lands! So that be me quest! Lore an' forgotten knowledge!”

“With the blessin' of the Minstry o' Histories, me and me companions set out to find these locations and perhaps clues to the lost history of the Frontier Lands! We rode south from Fort Karrak to try an' find the spear and shield. The maps I found showed a few roads through the mountains so we could avoid the goblin city at the end o' the pass. After many days o' travel, we found this place and just started to explore when those dung slingers swarmed us!”

“The rest ye all know,” Sann concludes.

The trail the Squads have been following has been weaving its way up the hills and circling around the peak of the Eagle's Nest area. The group comes to a point where the trail actually splits. One fork heads off the northeast and that way has the mule tracks on it. Sann will confirm that he and his companions came from that direction. The other forks has the goblin tracks on it and seems to be going on towards the Eagle's Nest area. It is this direction that group continues to walk in.

The hours pass as the group walks along. The shadows are starting to grow long, but in time things start to look familiar! The small trail you had been following merges with the larger trail you traveled down earlier a few hundred yards from the Eagle's Nest!

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!

[GM Mad]

GM Notes:

You've made it back to the horse, but night is rapidly approaching. Going to try and go up the ramp right now or wait till morning?

Was Flare's hawk companion ever given a name? I couldn't find one.

Eagle's Nest is what Cynalonian Army calls the observation outpost. The dwarven lair was Bollo's Shield. Are the two connected?

Now what?

[Lucyus]

Lucyus
Sann Wrote-

“Eagle's Nest?” Sann repeats. “What be that? Never heard o' it.”

“It is an elevated observation point. Both our units fell for a dwarven trap that put us in the bowels of the dwarven construct.” He says evenly as he steps up his shield over his right shoulder.
Lucyus listens as Sann goes further into his explanation of the workings of his quest. A few parts strike Lucyus and he soon asks. “This Bollo’s shield, could you tell me more about it?” Lucyus is figuring that the shield and spear were both visited albeit briefly. “When we fell to the trap we landed in a moat with spikes. It seemed like it was a circular prison with only one way up and out. The stone guardian we found was shortly after finding a large lava flow. Was there anything in your findings that mentioned such a thing?”he asks curiously as he adjusts his shield.
As they hike through the trees, Lucyus looks back to make sure everyone is accounted for. Several hours later the base of the Eagle’s nest comes into sight. The horses are still there and seem to be very happy to see them.
To the scouts- “See if there are any fresh tracks aside from our own?
To Everyone-
“I think we should take shelter here at the base. We can bottle neck anything that approaches us in the night in the mouth of the passage. If you have a change of clothes, I would make use of them and discard the others.
Lucyus will approach the horses and check that they are all there and then see what supplies are left on his own mount. He will also see that the horses are fed and watered.

[Erisciana]

Erisciana -

The consensus is to go back to the cave entrance to Eagle's Nest where the horses and supplies were left. The priestess is interested to get moving again. There's no telling what will happen here now, despite the apparent indication that the goblins are no longer a threat.

Vernar wonders if Sann knows anything about the ramp and the trap but apparently he isn't aware of that path. The thought of going back into the dwarven / goblin lair is discussed and people have various thoughts about it. Erisci nods when Sorvani mentions that those without infravision had so much trouble seeing. "If we were going to go back into that place, it should be prepared for a proper dungeon excursion. Not now, without enough light, drained from our ordeal. We should return to the cave, set up guards and rest. The day is fading and there is always tomorrow."

There is talk about the trap on the ramp to which they fell victim. Ren mentioned he didn't feel a trigger and Sorvani reminds everyone that they were told smaller groups were able to traverse the ramp without incident. The mage then postulates an interesting idea. Erisci will chime in. "That makes perfect sense. Either we send up a smaller group, or we pass by the long sections individually. If there is not enough weight then the trap never operates. It allows for a group of scouts to reach the top and view the valley below. Also it explains why the flag system worked for the kingdom previously. And it's a perfect defense against invaders. Even a group of our size triggered it. The presence of the trap greatly reduces the likelihood of attack to a few individuals at most. There isn't often a chance for anyone falling to the trap to have a second chance at it. We are blessed by the goddess this day indeed."

On the journey back to the cave, Sann tells his story and Erisci is fascinated by it. She will walk close to the dwarf, taking in every word. "Interesting. If this is indeed Bolo's Shield, where in reference is the dwarven fortress? You say it no longer is in use? I am assuming it is also underground or in a mountain pass of some sort?"

Eventually they reach the cave as dusk is beginning to show in the sky. The priestess will check on her horse. "While it's only been a little over a day, we will be going again in the morning, I trust? I am going to water my horse in the small stream we crossed a short distance away. Would anyone care to join me?"

The priestess will walk her horse back to the stream and allow it to drink its fill. No reason to waste water reserves. She will remove her armor, placing it in to a saddle bag. She then steps into the cool water, splashing the water upon herself to clean off the muck and dirt of the dungeon encounter. She will even go so far as to kneel in the water and rinse out her hair as best as she can, dousing it several times to remove the remnants of their disgusting plunge. Now soaking wet, after shaking out her hair some, she will walk her horse back to the cave and make preparations to settle in for the night. She will let her horse feed a bit and also take some of the food in her packs for herself and offers some to anyone without food of their own. If the cold of the coming night and the wet clothes cause her discomfort, no one can notice a sign of such. Finding whatever form of privacy she can, she will change her clothing and lay out the wet items to dry. She then takes a wet cloth and proceeds to clean her armor as best as she can and lays that out as well.

She will talk with others as she prepares for the next day's events. "Sorvani may have a point that the underground complex could have treasure, or even the knowledge that Sann seeks. After we complete our mission to get to the observation point and see what is happening, what is to stop us from returning to the underground complex?" She lets that sink in for a moment. "We can retrieve the fallen bodies that remain there. There are plenty of torches in the halls to light our way. We may find some treasures or rewards that the goblins scavenged or even remains of the dwarven inhabitants! It would give Sann a chance to inspect the place for the clues he seeks. It would give our halfling friend a potential opportunity for the revenge that burns in her heart, should any of the goblins remain. We do not have a current commanding officer and as a special unit Traken himself noted that we have some leeway in our mission." She stops there looking to the others who are nearby to gauge their reactions.

[Kaylessa]

Kaylessa

“Are you nuts?!”, Sorvani calls out. “I'm not going back in there! I'll take my chances outside here where I can at least see properly.”

“No, she is a butternut though.” She says under her breath. But then adds louder, “I do not think we will go back in there unless we are better outfitted. Besides it would be better to go in that way then through the latrine we fell into.” She says evenly to the mage with a hint of a smile.
Eventually the idea of trying to get back to Eagle's Nest and our horses arises. “We need our horses and supplies,” Sorvani stresses. “Initially, I was a against trying to go back up the ramp to the observation post to avoid falling back into the same trap we just got out of. However, now I am not sure.”
“I agree we need to see to our horses and retrieve our supplies. And if they are not there our dilemma doubles.” She says looking to the others.
With Eri and Ren-

“I felt a shift in the floor right before the trap went off,” Ren reports. “I was keeping an eye out for any irregularities in the floor, but I didn't notice this one. I was looking for small triggers and maybe didn't see a huge one?”

“Perhaps there was no trigger at all?” she adds to the conversation. “Perhaps the stone is balanced and when one side becomes greater by a lot it shifts as the Ren said.”
Sann-

“I be searchin' for forgotten knowledge!”, Sann proudly announces.

“I hope you find it. It seems we found knowledge but not what we were looking for.” She says with a slight grin.
Before heading out, Kaylessa checks to see what supplies on the mules besides food. Perhaps there is more that she and her team can use.
Taking the reigns of the mules, Kaylessa begins to follow the others falling in behind Lucyus and Sann. She hears the conversation but does not add to it but is interested to hear Sann’s answers.
Kaylessa enjoys the smell of the fresh air even if her own stink is adding to her displeasure. After several hours their mounts are seen. Kaylessa looks to her mount. She looks for what supplies are left seeing as its been several days since she last saw her mount. She then feeds, waters and walks the horse.
She hears Lucyus speak of the groups plans. “If we are staying then we will need to set up watch. I do not believe we should move on. It will be dark soon and we are all weary from the day. To move on would be a folly.”

Eventually they reach the cave as dusk is beginning to show in the sky. The priestess will check on her horse. "While it's only been a little over a day, we will be going again in the morning, I trust? I am going to water my horse in the small stream we crossed a short distance away. Would anyone care to join me?"

“I will come with you.”The young elf says taking the reigns of her horse and leading her to Eri. Kaylessa keeps watch with her bow as the Warrior priestess rinses off. As the priestess is done, She rinses off her body and hair the best she can as her horse drinks.
Kaylessa will change her clothes if she has a spare set. As she makes camp ready, Kaylessa talks with Eriscana, “How did you come to Crossroads? I have not seen many of your kind.” She asks hoping not to be rude.

She will talk with others as she prepares for the next day's events. "Sorvani may have a point that the underground complex could have treasure, or even the knowledge that Sann seeks. After we complete our mission to get to the observation point and see what is happening, what is to stop us from returning to the underground complex?" She lets that sink in for a moment. "We can retrieve the fallen bodies that remain there. There are plenty of torches in the halls to light our way. We may find some treasures or rewards that the goblins scavenged or even remains of the dwarven inhabitants! It would give Sann a chance to inspect the place for the clues he seeks. It would give our halfling friend a potential opportunity for the revenge that burns in her heart, should any of the goblins remain. We do not have a current commanding officer and as a special unit Traken himself noted that we have some leeway in our mission." She stops there looking to the others who are nearby to gauge their reactions.
Kaylessa sharpens her shortswords then takes out her spellbook and begins reading it as Eri begins to ask about after the Eagle’s nest.

“If we do complete our mission I would be open to returning to Bollo’s shield and spear. That is if that is indeed what this is. Sann would gain knowledge as we may in items of value.” The merchant side of her coming out in her. “It would also possibly give our army a better staging ground to strike forth from.” She says to the Warrior priestess.

[Erisciana]

Erisciana -

Kaylessa will change her clothes if she has a spare set. As she makes camp ready, Kaylessa talks with Erisciana, “How did you come to Crossroads? I have not seen many of your kind.” She asks hoping not to be rude.

The priestess looks curiously at the woman, as she processed the question. 'Your kind...?' But then it quickly dawn on her that Kaylessa is an elf, not a human and it makes more sense.

"How did I come to Crossroads," Erisciana repeats somewhat absently. After a pause, she turns more directly to Kaylessa. "I was given a mission. One for my family and my temple and ultimately for my homeland. An unofficial ambassador, I was to come here to Cynalon to establish some 'strategic alliances'." She thinks back on the trip and shudders slightly. "The initial trip here did not go as planned. The caravan we traveled with was attacked by vile humanoid raiders. We tried to escape into the woods, but not long after, the bandits which the lands of Elcadan are so well known for, found us. They took my bodyguards' lives and captured me, intending to sell me in Elcadan city. I escaped and made my way to the barony of Pyris, joining another caravan and trading my priestly abilities for food, clothing and transport. And what little jewels I now wear."

While in Pyris, where I had planned to begin my original mission, I came to learn about this 'opportunity' with the invasion of Keln. Lacking any of my previous resources and knowing that such an endeavor would likely bring conflict against the wicked followers of Hextor, it was my only chance to continue my mission. I could not return without completion of the assigned tasks. To do so would be to lose all honor for my family and discharge me from the Temple of Ishtar. So I adapt and adjust.... for now."

“If we do complete our mission I would be open to returning to Bollo’s shield and spear. That is if that is indeed what this is. Sann would gain knowledge as we may in items of value.” The merchant side of her coming out in her. “It would also possibly give our army a better staging ground to strike forth from.” She says to the Warrior priestess.

The priestess nods and smiles. "There are many potential advantages. Showing such initiative will likely mark us with favor in the eyes of the commanders of this expedition. What say the rest of you?"

[Butternut]

Butternut:

“It is safe to assume that the goblins we encountered also maybe within this observation point or perhaps part of a greater host that is moving against our Kingdoms. We have to reach the summit and raise the signal for our army.” He states matter of factly to the others.

Butternut is pleased to see that Lucyus supports the idea of trying again to reach the lookout point. Unfortunately, she misses most of the rest of the conversation due to her nap.


Eventually, someone nudges her awake, and Butternut rises to her feet. She feels a bit better than before, but is still dragging. She's going to need a good night's sleep; hopefully she can get that once they return to their mounts.

The trek is long, and she likely wouldn't have made it at all without the nap. Butternut snacks on some dried meat and no-longer-quite-fresh vegetables as she walks. She keeps her eyes on their surroundings as she moves forward, trying to avoid falling into an ambush or other unfortunate meeting. Flare seems a bit more awake than she does, so he will likely catch whatever she misses. Honestly, in her condition, she's mostly relying on him to see them through. The trail forks eventually, but the goblin tracks make it clear which direction they need to go.

Hours later, they find their path joining another trail. "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. "I hope the horses survived being left here so long!"

Sure enough, as they move closer, the cave entrance looms before them. Butternut passes the word back to the rest of the squad. She makes her way straight to her pony, and pulls some food for it from the saddlebags. Clearly, the poor thing needs water as well, as the trough is mostly dry once again.

To the scouts- “See if there are any fresh tracks aside from our own?"

"The only tracks I saw were the ones we made a few days ago as we arrived, and the older ones from the goblins." Butternut looks over at Flare. "You see any others, Flare?"

“I think we should take shelter here at the base. We can bottle neck anything that approaches us in the night in the mouth of the passage. If you have a change of clothes, I would make use of them and discard the others.

Lucyus' comments mirror what Butternut was thinking, so she just nods in reply.

Eventually they reach the cave as dusk is beginning to show in the sky. The priestess will check on her horse. "While it's only been a little over a day, we will be going again in the morning, I trust? I am going to water my horse in the small stream we crossed a short distance away. Would anyone care to join me?"

“I will come with you.”The young elf says taking the reigns of her horse and leading her to Eri. Kaylessa keeps watch with her bow as the Warrior priestess rinses off. As the priestess is done, She rinses off her body and hair the best she can as her horse drinks.

"Makes sense," Butternut replies. "I suggest we ladies go first, so we can get cleaned up and whatnot, and then the menfolk can have their turn when we get back. Wimzy? You want to join us?"

Butternut lets her pony get a good drink from the stream while she cleans up as best she can with a scrap of cloth. The water is too cold for her to want to bathe in it, so this will have to do. Fortunately, she does have a change of clothes, which allows her to rinse out the filthy ones.

When they return to the cave entrance, Butternut lays out her wet clothes to dry. A bit more food for herself and the pony, and she is ready for a good night's sleep.

The priestess nods and smiles. "There are many potential advantages. Showing such initiative will likely mark us with favor in the eyes of the commanders of this expedition. What say the rest of you?"

Butternut grins at the foreign priestess. "You know where I stand on that!"

Sleep comes quickly this night.

[Vardra]

Vardra Marcus, PFC:

“Least I could do,” Sann notes. “I'd be liken to go back an' get their bodies, but probably to dangerous to do that. No one deserves to rot in a goblin lair.”

"You make a good point, Sann. If we are able, we should try to retrieve your friends' bodies and give them decent burials once we've completed our mission."

There is also some expressed concern about the remaining goblins, which Vernar decides to offer his opinion about first. "The goblins be shattered, an' any that remain in Bollo's Shield will be rooted out by the stone dwarf now that it be free. That does not mean the danger is extinguished, but rather they will not be posin' a threat for the immediate future an' be takin' a while 'fore they can harm much o' anyone."

"As fer the ramp," Vernar continues. "It be seemin' the best way up even given the situation. Maybe Sann knows a bit 'bout it, but if not then we can try it again with utmost care."

The dwarf's words have the ring of truth to them. "I don't cherish the thought of climbing that ramp again, but I don't see a better option. As for the goblins back there, my main concern is the stone dwarf. It seemed like you had lost control of him after a while, so it may pose a threat to us if you cannot regain control. Is there any chance it could leave the fort and threaten people out on the road?"

“A forced together group of adventures brought together by circumstance.” She says evenly.

Vardra gives the elven woman a sideways look. "I was told that we all volunteered. You were forced to join up?"

Likewise talk of going back in to deal with the goblins comes up. “Again, not our assignment,” Sorvani stresses. “We need to get back on track and complete our mission and then return to report in. I am sure that if our superiors want the goblins cleared out, than a properly geared force will be dispatched to handle it. If we were an independent adventuring group, than sure, that could be an option. If that trap has been running for hundreds of years, who knows what kind of magical gear has been dropped down there? Perhaps lost spell books to be found. But we're not an independent adventuring group. This is what we signed up for after all.”

"There was nothing in our orders about reporting back, but I don't know if the same is true for Wyvern Squad," Vardra says evenly. "While I don't think the remaining goblins are much of a threat, I cannot say the same about the stone dwarf running amok in there. Should it emerge from Bollo's Shield uncontrolled, it could cause untold destruction and even obliterate passing armies. I think we have an obligation to find a way to prevent that.

"On top of that, I agree with Sann that the bodies of his friends should not be left to rot in there. They do not deserve that."

Vardra has no expertise when it comes to traps, so he chooses to stay out of that conversation and just listen.

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As usual, Vardra takes up position near the back of the group when they head out on the trail back to where they left the horses. It's a long march, but he is no stranger to long marches due to his training in the army. Sann's tale of his search for knowledge helps to pass the time.

Vardra waits until the dwarven historian finishes his tale before asking his questions. "You mention that Bollo's Shield is an observation post. What we call Eagle's Nest is also an observation post further up the hill. We also travelled from one to the other, and the ramp and trap were likely dwarven work. Is it possible that Eagle's Nest is part of Bollo's Shield?" He had intended to ask about Bollo's Spear, but Erisciana beats him to it.

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Just as they reach the cave, there is a shrill cry and the sound of feathered wings. Snatching out his sword, Vardra spins around looking for this new threat in the dim light of the setting sun. After a moment, he spots a hawk perched on Flare's arm that wasn't there a moment ago. Sensing that there is no danger here, the soldier sheathes his sword and goes on about his business. Collecting his backpack from one of the mules, he feeds, waters, and brushes his horse.

"Makes sense," Butternut replies. "I suggest we ladies go first, so we can get cleaned up and whatnot, and then the menfolk can have their turn when we get back. Wimzy? You want to join us?"

Vardra nods agreeably. "A fine suggestion. Y'all go first; we can take our turn when afterwards."

Not surprisingly, the ladies are gone longer than he thinks they really needed, but they do eventually return. Doing as they did, Vardra leads his mount to the stream, and proceeds to wash himself and his clothes. Returning is a bit nerve-wracking, as it is fully dark by now. Still, there are enough torches by the cave that he is able to find his way back.

Talk soon turns to plans for the coming days.

She will talk with others as she prepares for the next day's events. "Sorvani may have a point that the underground complex could have treasure, or even the knowledge that Sann seeks. After we complete our mission to get to the observation point and see what is happening, what is to stop us from returning to the underground complex?" She lets that sink in for a moment. "We can retrieve the fallen bodies that remain there. There are plenty of torches in the halls to light our way. We may find some treasures or rewards that the goblins scavenged or even remains of the dwarven inhabitants! It would give Sann a chance to inspect the place for the clues he seeks. It would give our halfling friend a potential opportunity for the revenge that burns in her heart, should any of the goblins remain. We do not have a current commanding officer and as a special unit Traken himself noted that we have some leeway in our mission." She stops there looking to the others who are nearby to gauge their reactions.

Vardra steps forward. "You bring up an important point, Erisciana: we do not have a living commanding officer. Based on our experience down in Bollo's Shield, I think it was obvious that lack of a firm command structure placed us in more danger than was necessary. We should rectify that lack before we proceed further." He pauses just a second to let that sink in. "Since I have military training and was being groomed for command, I believe that I am best qualified to take on that role. Both my father and grandfather were soldiers who served with distinction. Considering the size of our squad, there should also be a sub-commander. I think either Lucyus or Erisciana would be a good choice."

[Lucyus]

Lucyus
After several hours of hiking through the woods and listening to conversations of Bollo’s shield and spear as well as other topics, Lucyus is gateful when the base of the Eagle’s nest comes into view. The scouts move forward and check the area, the horses are seen too as the ladies head off with their mounts to water them and clean up.
Lucyus watches the ladies go for a few moments, his eyes linger on the sway of their hips and then looks up at the fading light. “Let us make camp for the night. See what wood is about and let us get a fire going.” He says easily as he check his horse’s supplies then begins to look for wood.
After making a pile of wood for the fire, Lucyus then sees the Women come back and Lucyus gathers his stuff and retraces their steps to get cleaned up. He takes off his armor and rinses it off in the stream let it dry as he lets the cold stream water run across his body. He washes his hair and body then dawns normal clothing for the night. His armor in hand he then tends to it. Once happy with it’s appearance and smell Lucyus dawns it again.
Later on-

She will talk with others as she prepares for the next day's events. "Sorvani may have a point that the underground complex could have treasure, or even the knowledge that Sann seeks. After we complete our mission to get to the observation point and see what is happening, what is to stop us from returning to the underground complex?" She lets that sink in for a moment. "We can retrieve the fallen bodies that remain there. There are plenty of torches in the halls to light our way. We may find some treasures or rewards that the goblins scavenged or even remains of the dwarven inhabitants! It would give Sann a chance to inspect the place for the clues he seeks. It would give our halfling friend a potential opportunity for the revenge that burns in her heart, should any of the goblins remain. We do not have a current commanding officer and as a special unit Traken himself noted that we have some leeway in our mission." She stops there looking to the others who are nearby to gauge their reactions.

“Once this mission is complete, I would like to return to caverns and see to our fallen comrades. What ever remains need to be laid to rest, no man, elf or any other good hearted being deserves such a fate. If there are any goblins left then see to them as well, Though I do not see how the goblins will defeat the stone guardian, for they will only die tired.”
Lucyus listens as the others come forward speaking of their wishes to do after the observation post is taken and their mission completed as he begins playing with the fire with a stick then adds another log to the fire.

"There was nothing in our orders about reporting back, but I don't know if the same is true for Wyvern Squad," Vardra says evenly. "While I don't think the remaining goblins are much of a threat, I cannot say the same about the stone dwarf running amok in there. Should it emerge from Bollo's Shield uncontrolled, it could cause untold destruction and even obliterate passing armies. I think we have an obligation to find a way to prevent that.

“Would you not return to your superiors when your mission is complete?”he asks curiously though his thoughts are one of shock. “I disagree about the Stone Guardian… If it chased the goblins like you said why did it not chase you back to your lava hole? I would think that it can only see so far then lay dormant until awoken.”

Vardra steps forward. "You bring up an important point, Erisciana: we do not have a living commanding officer. Based on our experience down in Bollo's Shield, I think it was obvious that lack of a firm command structure placed us in more danger than was necessary. We should rectify that lack before we proceed further." He pauses just a second to let that sink in. "Since I have military training and was being groomed for command, I believe that I am best qualified to take on that role. Both my father and grandfather were soldiers who served with distinction. Considering the size of our squad, there should also be a sub-commander. I think either Lucyus or Erisciana would be a good choice."

Leaning against the rock face, the flames of the fire licking at the stick he is holding in the flame, Lucyus listens to Vardra’s words. He can’t help but admire his ambition though he cannot help but think. Not all soldiers make good leaders. His blue eyes look up from the fire, looking at the others gauging their reaction. “Our circumstances were not planned, as we well know. When we lost our leader Vernar and I stepped into the role with Eriscana giving valued counsel. Vernar was admirable within the caverns and controlling the Stone guardian.As for your group, I cannot say, though it would seem to an outsider Sorvani was your voice of reason.”
“While your family served with distinction, a fact I greatly respect, They are not you my friend and hold no sway here.” He says honestly. “I too, have military training as does Eriscana as both of our patrons are military based clergies. I am curious, what training you received as you said your rank in the army is, correct me if I am wrong, a PFC?”he asks curiously.
Not wanting it to turn into contest, Lucyus looks to the others. “Our squad chose, Vernar and myself to lead. Each person here has a voice in how our unit is run. If any wish to voice their concerns please do so.
(Lucyus is being respectful but curious in regards to Vardra and is curious how a PFC is being groomed for leadership)

[Kendell]

Kendell:

The time to move on comes and Butternut is asleep on the ground! Kendell goes over and gives her a gentle nudge with his foot.

“Up and at'm sleepy squash!” he calls out.

Kendell grabs the reigns of two of the mules and leads them as we walk along. The rescued dwarf goes on about something, but Kendell doesn't pay much attention to it. No, he daydreams of a good, hot meal, a flagon of cold ale and the company of a nice woman for afterwards.

The long walk comes to an end and Kendell has to admit that he is feeling tired. He'll see to his horses needs first before worrying about himself. Since its starting to get dark out, Kendell goes and collects wood to set up a fire for the evening. It's bound to get colder overnight, so a warm fire is going to be needed.

After that, Kendell will visit the nearby stream to clean up. His armor is removed and set out on large rock to air out. His clothes are changed and the large warrior starts to feel a little cleaner. Kendell digs into his rations as the others talk about leadership and whatnot.

“I'm not sure what it really matters,” Kendell says naively. “We're out of those caves and back on track. Besides, the army will probably just assign us a new sergeant once we get back. So whomever leads is just going to be temporary anyway.”

[Flare Nightstorm]

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.

[Erisciana]

Erisciana -

Flare's hawk completed what apparently was a successful scouting mission while the group wallowed about in the underground caverns. It was good to know what they were looking for and especially that there didn't appear to be any enemy force to deal with there. Apparently the ranger known as Flare had some means to communicate with his familiar. Both creatures of the forest, she thought to herself.

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Eventually, the group arrives at the caves with their horses and supplies. First Kaylessa asks to join the priestess on her trip to the nearby stream to clean up a little and refresh. Then Butternut suggests that the girls all go together. Erisci is fine with that. Less chance of something going wrong as well.

At the stream, there is a bit of a commotion, as the elf Kaylessa becomes on guard and nocks an arrow to her bow. The priestess had been kneeling in the water and rinsing out her hair in the stream, so was surprised find that trouble had stirred so suddenly. However, it was only their wayward ranger. Erisci will turn to face the man who had fallen from his perch in a tree into the stream. She moves from kneeling to sitting in the cold mountain water.

The priestess is confused at first. She doesn't understand his mannerisms or his intentions. Clearly the man has social issues. He was very business-like in the cavern. Good that he was at least reliable in a dangerous situation. Otherwise, he seemed odd. But then many of them were, at least somewhat. It was a motley bunch, she thought to herself.

Exchanging puzzled looks with Kaylessa, the priestess just shrugged her shoulders. Then she smiled widely at the elf. "I think he likes you," Erisci says with a grin.

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Erisci is pleased when both Vardra and Lucyus suggest her name as part of the leadership of the group going forward. She is happy that she made a reasonable impression given that she is a foreigner. Her goal was to fit in and try to help as much as possible, given her circumstances. Vardra puts himself forward as what he considers the best option for leader of the group, but Lucyus counters that he and Erisci herself have military training also.

“I too, have military training, as does Erisciana, as both of our patrons are military-based clergies. I am curious, what training you received as you said your rank in the army is, correct me if I am wrong, a PFC?” he asks curiously.

The priestess will nod at the paladin's comment about her instruction in the art of war. "In the temple of the goddess, we began our training for battle, for leading soldiers into combat. We studied strategies and tactics for both small-scale and large-scale conflicts. I am certainly happy to help the group in whatever capacity is required."

Not wanting it to turn into contest, Lucyus looks to the others. “Our squad chose Vernar and myself to lead. Each person here has a voice in how our unit is run. If any wish to voice their concerns please do so. "

"Perhaps now we should evaluate the choices? My original thought would have been to continue as we were until we had a longer chance to rest and recover, but now that the subject has been brought to the fore, there is no point in pacing around hot porridge like a cat."

“I'm not sure what it really matters,” Kendell says naively. “We're out of those caves and back on track. Besides, the army will probably just assign us a new sergeant once we get back. So whomever leads is just going to be temporary anyway.”

"Unfortunately, Kendall," she says, trying not to sound condescending, "it does matter, especially if we do indeed return to Bolo's Shield and explore it. People doing whatsoever they choose can lead to deaths, both others and oneself. It's important to know what capabilities everyone has, what strengths and weaknesses each individual has. It's important to know who can be relied on for what tasks. And it is important to have a single, or joint, voice in times of extreme danger. Look at what happened with the goblins and the stone golem. It went well in the end, but not smoothly." She pauses for a moment. "In a group such as this, each person needs to feel their voice is being heard and each of us have specialties that they know the most about. We need to combine those into a cohesive fighting force. The leader or leaders must be able to utilize each of those strengths, process all of the expert input and make decisions in possibly split seconds. Just because it may prove temporary does not make it less important."

[Vernar]

Vernar -

As it turns out, Vernar does not have to contemplate carrying the sleeping Butternut for long. Kendall rouses her with a nudge of his foot and soon everyone begins following the trail that will hopefully lead back to where the animals and supplies were left.

The dwarf's words have the ring of truth to them. "I don't cherish the thought of climbing that ramp again, but I don't see a better option. As for the goblins back there, my main concern is the stone dwarf. It seemed like you had lost control of him after a while, so it may pose a threat to us if you cannot regain control. Is there any chance it could leave the fort and threaten people out on the road?"

"I cannot claim t' know much 'bout stone constructs," Vernar replies, "but I think control be lost when it sees a hated enemy, an' dwarves loathe goblins as much o' anyone. An' while I cannot be certain, I be doubtin' the stone dwarf would be leavin' where it supposed to be protectin'."

Vernar listens closely to what Sann shares with everyone, nodding on occassion when he mentions Bollo. Beyond the name, Vernar really has little more to go on, but as Sann reveals more and more, parts of it seem familiar like he had heard a similar tale before. However, he has nothing to add and thus remains silent while Sann speaks.

Eventually the trail does lead us back to familiar territory. Lucyus suggests staying here for the night, and that suits Vernar just fine. As the female members of their group venture off to get cleaned up, Vernar will sit down after removing much of his armor. With an old rag in his pack he will begin wiping down his armor, and then look it over. Any small patching that needs work, he will see about fixing with his limited supplies. He will clean all the dirt, grime and any water away from the studs on his armor to limit the chances of rust or other damage. He will also use a little of his oil to further clean and care for his armor. Although not the best for his purposes, the oil he has with him will suffice for the time being. While he diligently works, several conversations occur. The one regarding leadership seems to demand the most attention, so Vernar chimes in when the best opportunity arises.

“I too, have military training, as does Erisciana, as both of our patrons are military-based clergies. I am curious, what training you received as you said your rank in the army is, correct me if I am wrong, a PFC?” he asks curiously.

The priestess will nod at the paladin's comment about her instruction in the art of war. "In the temple of the goddess, we began our training for battle, for leading soldiers into combat. We studied strategies and tactics for both small-scale and large-scale conflicts. I am certainly happy to help the group in whatever capacity is required."

Not wanting it to turn into contest, Lucyus looks to the others. “Our squad chose Vernar and myself to lead. Each person here has a voice in how our unit is run. If any wish to voice their concerns please do so. "

"Perhaps now we should evaluate the choices? My original thought would have been to continue as we were until we had a longer chance to rest and recover, but now that the subject has been brought to the fore, there is no point in pacing around hot porridge like a cat."

"I do not have any formal military trainin'," Vernar adds, "but was chosen t' help lead nonetheless. I feel we should evaluate what we need an' choose the best o' us for that role. I be honored that all you felt that I be up to doin' the job, an' if that is no longer the case, then I am still honored to be among such fine folk as all o' you."

Vernar will wait and see how these two groups will now try to come together. Earlier, it was necessary for their mutual survival. Now, Vernar is interested to see how the human egos sort through this.

[GM Mad]

Post Continued:

Having escaped the dwarven lair, the combined squads relax a bit outside before moving on. A few conversations take place as the group nibbles on food and catches their breath. Or, in the case of Butternut, take a nap!

Talk of returning to the Eagle's Nest outpost arises as well as what to do with the trap that lies on the way to it.

There is talk about the trap on the ramp to which they fell victim. Ren mentioned he didn't feel a trigger and Sorvani reminds everyone that they were told smaller groups were able to traverse the ramp without incident. The mage then postulates an interesting idea. Erisci will chime in. "That makes perfect sense. Either we send up a smaller group, or we pass by the long sections individually. If there is not enough weight then the trap never operates. It allows for a group of scouts to reach the top and view the valley below. Also it explains why the flag system worked for the kingdom previously. And it's a perfect defense against invaders. Even a group of our size triggered it. The presence of the trap greatly reduces the likelihood of attack to a few individuals at most. There isn't often a chance for anyone falling to the trap to have a second chance at it. We are blessed by the goddess this day indeed."

“Perhaps there was no trigger at all?” she adds to the conversation. “Perhaps the stone is balanced and when one side becomes greater by a lot it shifts as the Ren said.”

“You misunderstood me,” Ren counters. “There definitely was a trigger. The trigger was simply much bigger than what I was looking for. That shift in the floor was the trigger being tripped. The trigger is so big, so well hidden, that it is impossible to avoid.”

“I've had training in circumventing such traps and know a thing or two about engineering,” Ren continues. “This is how I see the trap working. The hallways up the ramp are identical and if you recall, it took us nearly an hour to reach the trap. It took a long time to reach and with everything looking the same it became disorientating over time. So by the time we reached the trap, fatigue had set in and we were not as sharp as when we started. I suspect the trap itself is very much like a teeter-totter. It's locked in place until someone steps on the trigger. When that happened to us, the trap dumped us down the hole because most of the group's weight was in the back. The back dropped, the front rose and everyone in between slid down the hole into the depths of the mountain. With our weight gone, the trap returned to its normal position and locked into place, waiting for its next victim. So the best way to circumvent this trap is to either go in small groups and stay together, so that when it does trip, there is no weight on the side that drops.”

Sann wistfully mentions going back into the dwarven lair to retrieve his fallen friends.

"You make a good point, Sann. If we are able, we should try to retrieve your friends' bodies and give them decent burials once we've completed our mission."

“Other than retrieving Sann's companions, there may not be anything left to bring home,” Wimzy counters. “That jelly blob probably scooped up any bodies it came across and dissolved them by now. Assuming that there weren't more ghouls down there to feast on the remains. I would hold out very little hope of finding much of anything to bring back down there.

"I cannot claim t' know much 'bout stone constructs," Vernar replies, "but I think control be lost when it sees a hated enemy, an' dwarves loathe goblins as much o' anyone. An' while I cannot be certain, I be doubtin' the stone dwarf would be leavin' where it supposed to be protectin'."

“Aye!” Sann agrees. “That matches what I've heard as well. A Hammer Golem will go berserk in ta presence o' a hated enemy an' won't stop until they are all dead or too far away. Presumably after ta goblins are no longer a threat it will return to its post and resume its guard duty.”

[GM Mad]

The squads set out on the long walk back to the base of the Eagle's Nest where they left their horses where they odyssey originally began. Along the way, Sann tells the tale on how he arrived at the dwarven lair. He discovered the location of two installations in this area built over 1100 years ago by the dwarven king of that era. They were dubbed Bollo's Shield and Bollo's Spear. The shield was meant to observe the human and elf lands in this area, while the spear would be a base of operations for dwarven armies to launch attacks. Eventually, Bollo was overthrown and his works were forgotten until Sann found evidence of them while trying to solve the mystery of who lived in the Frontier Lands before Keln arrived. He and his companions rode here from the dwarven lands in search of these lost places.

After telling his tale the squads further question Sann.

Lucyus listens as Sann goes further into his explanation of the workings of his quest. A few parts strike Lucyus and he soon asks. “This Bollo’s shield, could you tell me more about it?” Lucyus is figuring that the shield and spear were both visited albeit briefly. “When we fell to the trap we landed in a moat with spikes. It seemed like it was a circular prison with only one way up and out. The stone guardian we found was shortly after finding a large lava flow. Was there anything in your findings that mentioned such a thing?” he asks curiously as he adjusts his shield.

“Nay,” Sann answers. “All only found ta location o' these places on a map. There were no records on what was actually here.”

On the journey back to the cave, Sann tells his story and Erisci is fascinated by it. She will walk close to the dwarf, taking in every word. "Interesting. If this is indeed Bollo's Shield, where in reference is the dwarven fortress? You say it no longer is in use? I am assuming it is also underground or in a mountain pass of some sort?"

“Accordin' the map me found,” Sann answers, “ta spear should be further east from here, further up ta pass. Ta map showed a path leading to it from ta trail we took to reach here, but we couldn' find it. Could a been swallowed up by ta mountains over the centuries. So we made for ta shield instead with ta intent on going back to ta spear.”

Vardra waits until the dwarven historian finishes his tale before asking his questions. "You mention that Bollo's Shield is an observation post. What we call Eagle's Nest is also an observation post further up the hill. We also traveled from one to the other, and the ramp and trap were likely dwarven work. Is it possible that Eagle's Nest is part of Bollo's Shield?" He had intended to ask about Bollo's Spear, but Erisciana beats him to it.

“Aye, that could be true,” Sann agrees. “Given the shield was in the shadow of a mountain, it be hard to do much observin' from down there.”

[GM Mad]

After hours of walking the squads reach the base of the Eagle's Nest area once more. Their horses are there waiting for them. Flares hawk companion, M'Lady, flies in and lands on the ranger's arm. The hawk than tells Flare about what she say up at the reach Eagle Nest Observation outpost. There is a small two story tower up there and some areas within the mountain. No one else was up there.

With evening setting in, wood is gathered to have a fire going. The women take their mounts down to a nearby stream to given them water and to clean themselves up. Erisciana goes first, quickly followed by Kaylessa and Butternut.

"Makes sense," Butternut replies. "I suggest we ladies go first, so we can get cleaned up and whatnot, and then the menfolk can have their turn when we get back. Wimzy? You want to join us?"

“Coming!” the halfling priestess calls out as she leads her pony along. Wimzy just jumps into the water in spite of how cold it is. She cleans herself up and then dries herself off with her spare blanket. After that she slips into a fresh robe. “Ah, so much nicer! Now to get warm by the fire!”

After that, the men take their mounts down to the river while Flare tries to dry himself from the dunking he took. In time, everyone is gathered by the fire and conversing on a variety of subjects. There is talk about returning to Bollo's Shield to better clean the place, look for treasure and retrieve the remains of the fallen. The discussion also turns to the groups leadership. No one here knows what else was involved in the assignment to Eagle's Nest. Presumably, the squad's sergeants knew more, but never shared that information. So you're pretty much operating in the dark at the moment.

[GM Mad]

GM Notes:

Continue your various discussions. I'll advance the post to the morning with the next update. Going to set up a guard rotation?

In the meantime, its time to hand out XP's once more! Check them out over in the usual place. Single classed characters have had their totals updated, while multi-classed characters will have points to spend as they please. A few levels were already gained!

I've also made a pass over the characters in this game and did some format tweaking to your character sheets.

Now what?

[Lucyus]

Lucyus
Lucyus pokes the fire with a stick and then throws another log on the fire as Eri than Vernar speaks of leadership.

The priestess will nod at the paladin's comment about her instruction in the art of war. "In the temple of the goddess, we began our training for battle, for leading soldiers into combat. We studied strategies and tactics for both small-scale and large-scale conflicts. I am certainly happy to help the group in whatever capacity is required."

"Perhaps now we should evaluate the choices? My original thought would have been to continue as we were until we had a longer chance to rest and recover, but now that the subject has been brought to the fore, there is no point in pacing around hot porridge like a cat."
Vernar wrote-
"I do not have any formal military trainin'," Vernar adds, "but was chosen t' help lead nonetheless. I feel we should evaluate what we need an' choose the best o' us for that role. I be honored that all you felt that I be up to doin' the job, an' if that is no longer the case, then I am still honored to be among such fine folk as all o' you."

Lucyus listens as the others put forth their thoughts. Lucyus will nod on occasion when a notion is said that he agrees with after a time he speaks. “ I would have to agree with Eri.” He says nodding to the Warrior priest. “ Vernar lead our group through the caverns with minimal loss. When we reached the goblins a plan was formed and I feel we carried out well. Was it smooth? No but when you have two groups merge into one there will always be bumps. I feel if we relieve Vernar of his command as he has done well we would be doing ourselves and our comrade a disservice. Furthermore, Eri has been a voice of reason when others have not spoken much. I myself have only instructed others what to do only when it seemed necessary.
Looking to the others, “ I would like to take first watch and rise early to do my devotions.”

[Butternut]

Butternut:

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.

Butternut looks at the odd human ranger for a few moments, wondering what he was doing with that sapling. Still, he seems to agree with her earlier assessment, so she proceeds on as before.

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!"

"That is good information, Flare. Please thank your... uhm... flying scout for her fine report." Butternut fails to resist the temptation to roll her eyes just a bit. Admittedly, if the information is accurate, then it is indeed valuable. Should they reach the top this time, they will have a better idea what to expect then they get there.

Vardra nods agreeably. "A fine suggestion. Y'all go first; we can take our turn when afterwards."

Butternut gives the soldier a sharp nod, then turns to gather up her extra clothes and wash rag before heading off to the stream with her pony in tow. Wimzy falls in beside her as they walk over toward the stream. "It will be good to wash some of this stink off," she says to her fellow halfling. It has been a long time since she's had the opportunity to talk with one of her own people. "Whereabouts in the shires do you hail from? What clan?"

While bathing a bit downstream from the others, Butternut notes some commotion upstream closer to where Erisciana and Kaylessa are. By the time she is presentable and returns to the others, she arrives just in time to see Flare departing as his bird squawks and flaps angrily about him.

"What was all that about?" she asks Kaylessa and Erisciana, who appear to be laughing.


Returning to the camp, Butternut notices that someone has gotten a fire going. She spends some time gathering extra wood for the fire, adding it to the pile already started, to ensure that it can be kept going all night. While the light will advertise their presence to some extent, many creatures are afraid of fire so it should also help to protect them while they sleep.

Once the menfolk return from their bathing at the stream, they return to talking of the morrow and what comes after completing their mission. More seem in favor of returning to Bollo's Shield than not, so Butternut takes that as a good sign. She is eager to get another crack at whatever remains of the goblins, as well as see what else may be down there. She had gotten the impression that it was much more extensive than just what they had seen. Besides, she felt a bit at home down there; she really does have more in common with dwarves than most halflings.

As the evening wears on, the inevitable discussion of 'command' comes up. What is it with men and their need to order others about?

"I'm with Kendell mostly on this one," Butternut says with a nod to the big warrior. "While I agree that there is a need for some coordination in battle and leadership in decision-making, I'm not a big fan of rigid 'command structures' as Vardra put it. We are all professionals in our areas of expertise, and capable of supporting one another in a fight. To my mind, that's good enough." She hasn't much else to say on the subject, and will listen to the rest of the discussion.

Looking to the others, “ I would like to take first watch and rise early to do my devotions.”

Lucyus brings up the subject of watches. "Considering the number of us, it might be good to have two people on each shift through the night. I think I should probably take a later shift, as I seem to be behind on my rest and will function better with some more sleep."

In the morning, she will refresh her Armor spell, either during her shift on watch or afterwards. She will also clean and oil her weapons, and see to her pony.

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For her XP, let's put 2200 in Ranger and the rest in Elementalist. Considering that she's only cast one spell so far (Armor on herself), I'm leery of giving her a level in spell-casting. Hopefully, she'll have more opportunity in that area later.

[Kaylessa]

Kaylessa
With Vardra-

Vardra gives the elven woman a sideways look. "I was told that we all volunteered. You were forced to join up?"

“you should not always believe what you hear.” She says simply looking to the soldier. “In a sense. Lack of options can seem as though one is forced.” She says as she knows she is playing with words.
With Eri-

"How did I come to Crossroads," Erisciana repeats somewhat absently. After a pause, she turns more directly to Kaylessa. "I was given a mission. One for my family and my temple and ultimately for my homeland. An unofficial ambassador, I was to come here to Cynalon to establish some 'strategic alliances'." She thinks back on the trip and shudders slightly. "The initial trip here did not go as planned. The caravan we traveled with was attacked by vile humanoid raiders. We tried to escape into the woods, but not long after, the bandits which the lands of Elcadan are so well known for, found us. They took my bodyguards' lives and captured me, intending to sell me in Elcadan city. I escaped and made my way to the barony of Pyris, joining another caravan and trading my priestly abilities for food, clothing and transport. And what little jewels I now wear."

“So your kin may not even know you live this day when they hear of your caravan’s destruction.” She says simply. I left home to see the world and to find means of seeing different markets and apply my trade in time. It is said the best way to find gems and jewels is to go adventuring. Perhaps in time I ma be able to make you something that you may have lost.”

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..."

Kaylessa’s eyes narrow as she hears the tipsy ranger’s excuse. ‘This one is crazy.’ She think to herself but then can she really help it. He starts blaming his eagle which really gets a confused look from the lady elf. The strange man probably hasn’t seen a woman such as Eri or an elf such as herself in such a compromising position. Let a woman in any position.
Exchanging puzzled looks with Kaylessa, the priestess just shrugged her shoulders. Then she smiled widely at the elf. "I think he likes you," Erisci says with a grin.
An exasperated look comed over her face as she looks to the warrior priestess. “Him? I think I saw him picking dead things from his pockets looking for his flask!” she says with a shudder as she looks back at the spot the ranger and his annoyed bird left. “You really think so?” she says with a mocking smile, “ I couldn’t do much worse. Besides perhaps he liked your exotic looks.” She says trying to keep a straight face then begins to laugh.

"What was all that about?" she asks Kaylessa and Erisciana, who appear to be laughing.

“Our keen eyed ranger saw some forbidden fruit and tried in vain to reach it.” She says evenly to the halfling, as she taps her bow. When she is finished getting cleaned up and her clothes are changed. Kaylessa heads back with the others. She takes out her spellbook and flips through the pages deciding which spells she wished to study when she has a sudden thought, “Sorvani? Would you like to see if I have any spells that you do not? Eri? Butternut?”
Talk comes to leadership as the group and she listens to Vardra’s words and rolls her eyes slightly. This one is far to serious. The Chainmail garbed paladin puts forth his thoughts then the warrior priestess then the dwarf.
“Perhaps it is as Eri says. Continue on as your group has.”
Kaylessa will study her spellbook and position herself in the watch so it does not effect her sleep. When on guard duty she will have her bow in hand an arrow knocked.

[Vardra]

Vardra Marcus, PFC:

“You should not always believe what you hear.” She says simply looking to the soldier. “In a sense. Lack of options can seem as though one is forced.” She says as she knows she is playing with words.

Vardra meets her gaze for several moments. "That is not the same thing."

"I cannot claim t' know much 'bout stone constructs," Vernar replies, "but I think control be lost when it sees a hated enemy, an' dwarves loathe goblins as much o' anyone. An' while I cannot be certain, I be doubtin' the stone dwarf would be leavin' where it supposed to be protectin'."

“Aye!” Sann agrees. “That matches what I've heard as well. A Hammer Golem will go berserk in ta presence o' a hated enemy an' won't stop until they are all dead or too far away. Presumably after ta goblins are no longer a threat it will return to its post and resume its guard duty.”

Vardra thinks about the dwarves' words a moment. "It is possible that you are right. And while the goblins may not be a huge threat anymore, there may well be greater threats within that could escape. It seemed to me that the place was a lot bigger than what we saw, so I believe we have a duty to identify and nullify any other remaining threats."

“Accordin' the map me found,” Sann answers, “ta spear should be further east from here, further up ta pass. Ta map showed a path leading to it from ta trail we took to reach here, but we couldn' find it. Could a been swallowed up by ta mountains over the centuries. So we made for ta shield instead with ta intent on going back to ta spear.”

Sann provides more information on the hike back to the horses. "When we report back to command, we should notify them of the dwarven fort further along."

“Aye, that could be true,” Sann agrees. “Given the shield was in the shadow of a mountain, it be hard to do much observin' from down there.”

Vardra chuckles at Sann's comment. "Unless you can see through dirt and stone, I suppose."

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“Would you not return to your superiors when your mission is complete?”he asks curiously though his thoughts are one of shock. “I disagree about the Stone Guardian… If it chased the goblins like you said why did it not chase you back to your lava hole? I would think that it can only see so far then lay dormant until awoken.”

"Of course," Vardra replies. "Once we are certain the area is secure, reporting back becomes the next step. However, it is clear that the area is not yet secure, nor have we made a solid accounting of the potential threats in the area.

"As for the golem, there could be many reasons that it did not go beyond the edge of the stairs. We certainly do not know what its previous orders were. Anything else is merely guesswork at this point. And I'm not convinced that flying a flag from Eagle's Nest is a good idea when we don't know what the level of danger here is."

Leaning against the rock face, the flames of the fire licking at the stick he is holding in the flame, Lucyus listens to Vardra’s words. He can’t help but admire his ambition though he cannot help but think. Not all soldiers make good leaders. His blue eyes look up from the fire, looking at the others gauging their reaction. “Our circumstances were not planned, as we well know. When we lost our leader Vernar and I stepped into the role with Eriscana giving valued counsel. Vernar was admirable within the caverns and controlling the Stone guardian. As for your group, I cannot say, though it would seem to an outsider Sorvani was your voice of reason.”
“While your family served with distinction, a fact I greatly respect, They are not you my friend and hold no sway here.” He says honestly. “I too, have military training as does Eriscana as both of our patrons are military based clergies. I am curious, what training you received as you said your rank in the army is, correct me if I am wrong, a PFC?”he asks curiously.
Not wanting it to turn into contest, Lucyus looks to the others. “Our squad chose, Vernar and myself to lead. Each person here has a voice in how our unit is run. If any wish to voice their concerns please do so.

Vardra sighs heavily in frustration. "Voicing my concerns is exactly what I am doing. I went along with your choice of leaders since they were already chosen and in place. However, the tactics displayed and leadership shown left a lot to be desired. It is certain that, when we were being rushed by potentially hundreds of goblins, leaving ourselves with three flanks to protect and no way to retreat was nowhere near an ideal strategy. We would have been far better off backing up into the card room and holding that doorway, since then we would have only had one flank to protect and only a couple of the goblins would have been able to attack at one time.

"As for my training, I have been fully trained as a soldier; my training was not split between military and priestly duties. While I may only be a PFC currently, at least I have a rank. I haven't seen any sign of military insignia on you or any of the others. I was assigned to this squad specifically to study under the guidance of Sergeant Dewcan. Had he not passed away, I would have soon been up for promotion to corporal."

Erisciana describes her military training, which sounds much like his own. She does seem to agree that the command structure should be reviewed, so that is something. Vernar speaks up and confesses that he has no military training. "I respect your honesty and willingness to shoulder the burden you were given," Vardra says.

Kendell voices some confusion about the whole discussion, and Butternut seems of a similar mind, though the priestess addresses his question pretty well. "I agree with Erisciana on this. In addition, we still have much to accomplish, and I don't believe that we can afford to wait until we return to the fort to decide upon a leader."

Lucyus listens as the others put forth their thoughts. Lucyus will nod on occasion when a notion is said that he agrees with after a time he speaks. “ I would have to agree with Eri.” He says nodding to the Warrior priest. “ Vernar lead our group through the caverns with minimal loss. When we reached the goblins a plan was formed and I feel we carried out well. Was it smooth? No but when you have two groups merge into one there will always be bumps. I feel if we relieve Vernar of his command as he has done well we would be doing ourselves and our comrade a disservice. Furthermore, Eri has been a voice of reason when others have not spoken much. I myself have only instructed others what to do only when it seemed necessary.

"I disagree, though it seems I am the only one," Vardra says. "A leader needs to lead. And as every soldier knows, the heat of battle is the worst time to conduct a debate or question orders. We got lucky; otherwise, we would likely all be dead back in Bollo's Shield."

“Perhaps it is as Eri says. Continue on as your group has.”

It is unclear to Vardra what the elf is getting at. "So are you suggesting that we should return to being Chimera Squad, with our own leadership and decisions, and let Wyvern Squad go their own way? Is that what you mean, Kaylessa? Perhaps that makes some sense as we have no representation or influence in the leadership of the combined group. Sorvani, Kendell, what say you on this?"


Whatever comes of the other discussions, Vardra will volunteer to take watch during the middle of the night. He has done a split sleep schedule enough times during his military training that he has gotten somewhat used to it. During his shift, he will see to the care of his weapons, armor, and shield.

[Erisciana]

Erisciana -

At the stream with the girls...

Kaylessa the Elf had inquired about how the priestess had come to be in Cynalon.

“So your kin may not even know you live this day when they hear of your caravan’s destruction.” She says simply. "I left home to see the world and to find means of seeing different markets and apply my trade in time. It is said the best way to find gems and jewels is to go adventuring. Perhaps in time I may be able to make you something that you may have lost.”

"It is possible that they do not know I am alive," the priestess comments. "My temple surely can entreat the goddess to know that I have not perished however. And my brothers gave me a present which they claim would allow them to identify my location and even return to them when they required. I am unfortunately a bit skeptical about the first ability and even more so regarding the second." Erisci indicated the wide silver ankle cuffs that she wore. The highly polished surfaces shined even in the dim light.

Soon after, Flare falls from a nearby tree and splashes into the cold stream.

Exchanging puzzled looks with Kaylessa, the priestess just shrugged her shoulders. Then she smiled widely at the elf. "I think he likes you," Erisci says with a grin.

An exasperated look comes over her face as she looks to the warrior priestess. “Him? I think I saw him picking dead things from his pockets looking for his flask!” she says with a shudder as she looks back at the spot the ranger and his annoyed bird left. “You really think so?” she says with a mocking smile, “ I couldn’t do much worse. Besides perhaps he liked your exotic looks,” she says trying to keep a straight face then begins to laugh.

"But my dear Kaylessa," the priestess says between giggles, "I may be a foreigner with uncommon features, true. But you are an elf and the one who is truly exotic!"

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The discussion about leadership continues. Vernar comments that while he had no military training that he was happy to help in that capacity.

"I do not have any formal military trainin'," Vernar adds, "but was chosen t' help lead nonetheless. I feel we should evaluate what we need an' choose the best o' us for that role. I be honored that all you felt that I be up to doin' the job, an' if that is no longer the case, then I am still honored to be among such fine folk as all o' you."

"I am not so sure that this discussion is a condemnation of your efforts. But rather, now that we have a chance to catch our collective breath, we can decide if there is an even better option," Erisci will say. "We obviously survived the difficulties we faced in the underground lair."

Lucyus and Vardra continue to discuss the leadership issue, with Vardra clearly expecting himself to be chosen as the leader and Lucyus apparently wanting someone from their own group of Wyvern Squad.

"I'm with Kendell mostly on this one," Butternut says with a nod to the big warrior. "While I agree that there is a need for some coordination in battle and leadership in decision-making, I'm not a big fan of rigid 'command structures' as Vardra put it. We are all professionals in our areas of expertise, and capable of supporting one another in a fight. To my mind, that's good enough."

"That is a good point," the priestess comments. "I would contend that we need more leadership than Kendall and possibly Butternut are comfortable with, however we are not a typical military unit. We are not soldiers and we are not meant to be truly soldiers. When one thinks of a military unit, a formation of spearmen or sword and shield come to mind. Or a unit of archers or crossbowmen. Our group has all of those things and more in one unit. We have frontline fighters, secondary fighters, archers, scouts, mages and healers. And many of us fill more than one of those roles."

"While we work for the military, we are not soldiers. Our unit is not meant to be soldiers. We are effectively a band of mercenaries, completing missions for the crown. In truth that was how we were recruited: adventurers supplementing the army. Now I personally feel that structure tis important, but also agree that a rigid command structure will likely cause friction in such a group as ours. We need leadership no doubt, but not an iron hand."

“Perhaps it is as Eri says. Continue on as your group has.”

"Perhaps you misunderstood me, I said that had the subject not been broached that continuing as we were might have been a suitable approach. Now that we are having the discussion, we should use it to see if there is potential improvement. This should not be a competition or a popularity contest. We will continue to go into battle, to face danger. Choosing someone as leader, or not choosing them, does not make anyone better or worse than the rest. We simply should put ourselves in the best position to first survive and secondly succeed in our tasks."

"Of course," Vardra replies. "Once we are certain the area is secure, reporting back becomes the next step. However, it is clear that the area is not yet secure, nor have we made a solid accounting of the potential threats in the area." Vardra comments that we should not be ready to fly either flag until all enemies are noted.

"The problem is that if we do not soon fly a flag, even the flag indicating danger, then they may send yet another group to find both of our teams and they too may end up in the same place each of us did, at the bottom of that infernal ramp on a trip to Marduk's gardens."

Vardra sighs heavily in frustration. "Voicing my concerns is exactly what I am doing. I went along with your choice of leaders since they were already chosen and in place. However, the tactics displayed and leadership shown left a lot to be desired. It is certain that, when we were being rushed by potentially hundreds of goblins, leaving ourselves with three flanks to protect and no way to retreat was nowhere near an ideal strategy. We would have been far better off backing up into the card room and holding that doorway, since then we would have only had one flank to protect and only a couple of the goblins would have been able to attack at one time.

"No one died and truly no one was even seriously injured in that ordeal of which you speak. Was it the best response that could have been made, likely not. Could we have been more organized, certainly. Some of that is not a function of leadership but also of the followers. But there was nothing wrong with what we did. We simply could have enacted it better. The goblins were not the threat from the moment they stampeded. They had no interest in us whatsoever. The Stone Golem was the threat and the secondary threat was simply the crush of goblins which hampered our movement, not the goblins' attacks. Had we been rushed by the goblins in a concerted assault, then retreating to the 'card room' and having only two portals to defend might have been beneficial. Although we also do not know what other avenues of attack there may have been from additional halls. We cannot assume that the entire goblin population of the caverns was arrayed in that arena area."

"Still in the long hall we had room to maneuver, which was necessary to evade the golem should its rampage lead it toward us. Having three exits to defend, but also to move from, meant we would not get trapped as easily." She paused for a moment, and added more quietly, seemingly only to herself. "There are only 2 flanks ever, by definition." Maybe they used a different definition of flank here in Cynalon, she thought to herself.

"Now had we been fighting on the field of battle, then it is generally accepted that it is best to anchor one, or ideally both, flanks on a significant terrain piece. Otherwise, you refuse your flanks or extend them so as to not expose them necessarily. An indoor fight in a close quarters environment cannot be easily equated with the same strategy an army uses. Again, had the goblins been attacking, we most likely would not have used the same tactics as we did. So it's not a fair comparison and condemnation of our leaders. I feel that Vernar's leadership mostly lacked firmness and stronger direction. It wasn't that he was indecisive. But perhaps we need a more forceful personality?"

In any case, we can continue to have this fascinating discussion and debate the merits and failings of each of us. Or shall we now offer the nominations for our leaders? Does anyone have anything more to add to the discussion? Certainly this is not a dictatorship and each should feel as though their voice is heard. However, given the various backgrounds and personalities, we may never get a complete agreement on what is best. The important thing is that we choose leaders who will keep us alive firstly and lead us to success secondly."

After the discussions reach a point of completion and they are ready to propose leaders, Erisci will say, "I propose Vardra as second in command. As a soldier he should possess the organizational skills to make sure we stay focused, orderly and efficient. Who else has nominations to consider?"

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Regarding the trip to the Eagle's Nest and returning to the underground complex.

“Other than retrieving Sann's companions, there may not be anything left to bring home,” Wimzy counters. “That jelly blob probably scooped up any bodies it came across and dissolved them by now. Assuming that there weren't more ghouls down there to feast on the remains. I would hold out very little hope of finding much of anything to bring back down there."

"We don't know to how much of the area that the gelatinous monster had access. It likely was not able to climb to the second level up from where we landed. And more than likely any good treasures may be in passages above that where the goblins infested. There could be secret passages to locate even."

Regarding the watches for the night: "If I am needed for a shift, then I solemnly request either the first or last watch. Priests require a proper rest in order to make the required supplications to their deities. If I am to request of the goddess spells to replace those utilized this day, then an interrupted night of sleep does not allow for such."

[Flare Nightstorm]

Flare Nightstorm-

Flare sits quietly, nursing his wounded ego. His hawk, M'Lady, has settled down now and quietly picks at the rabbit's foot she plucked from Flare's mouth moments ago.

He & M'Lady will volunteer for the first overnight watch. He doesn't feel like sleeping. They're outside under the stars for the first time in what feels an eternity. This is his happy place. He needs to soak it in and renew himself. With Selune's blessings.

Flare is as odd, and as independent, as they come. He feels very much the same as Butternut and Kendell on the subject of appointing leadership. But Vardra and Erisciana have made strong points about needing some level of structure as they make their way further on this adventure. It seems like now is as good a time as any that the squads should, officially, come together as one. A mix of Chimera and Wyvern leaders is a fine solution.

Vardra wants to try his hand at a leadership role. If Chimera Squad appoints Vardra as their representative for leader, who am I to resist? Flare ponders to himself.

Vernar did a good job while they traveled underground. Vernar is competent, honest and strong.

But change seems to be underway. Perhaps it's time to give Erisciana a chance among the leaders. She and Lucyus are each a good balance of strength and spirit. And if Vardra wants in, and has the support of his squad, why not make him a co-leader?

Before speaking of his thoughts on leadership, Flare has a few other questions first, that he voices to the squad:

On the subject of their mission: "I thought our mission was to find Chimera Squad, place a flag in Eagle's Nest, then re-join in the emancipation of Gateway."

On the subject of going back into the mountain: "We talk about going back in, which I am not necessarily against. To find treasure and the remains of our lost compatriots. I do not wish to leave anyone behind, but Wimzy has already suggested we won't find many remains. And if it weren't for the Stone Dwarf, we would have been vastly outnumbered. Do we think the mountain is empty of the vast goblin horde? Would reuniting with the army and then clearing-out this mountainous fortress make more sense?"

On the subject of treasure: "And what happens when we find treasure? Do we carry it with us as we help emancipate Gateway? Or do we abandon our recruitment and go our separate ways?"

Flare catches himself.

Why so serious all of a sudden, Flare? Have you turned into Vardra?

[Sorvani]

Sorvani:

Some of us are discussing the trap that lead us down into the dwarven lair.

There is talk about the trap on the ramp to which they fell victim. Ren mentioned he didn't feel a trigger and Sorvani reminds everyone that they were told smaller groups were able to traverse the ramp without incident. The mage then postulates an interesting idea. Erisci will chime in. "That makes perfect sense. Either we send up a smaller group, or we pass by the long sections individually. If there is not enough weight then the trap never operates. It allows for a group of scouts to reach the top and view the valley below. Also it explains why the flag system worked for the kingdom previously. And it's a perfect defense against invaders. Even a group of our size triggered it. The presence of the trap greatly reduces the likelihood of attack to a few individuals at most. There isn't often a chance for anyone falling to the trap to have a second chance at it. We are blessed by the goddess this day indeed."

“If I should fall into that wretched thing a second time,” Sorvani counters, “I certainly won't feel blessed!”

“You misunderstood me,” Ren counters. “There definitely was a trigger. The trigger was simply much bigger than what I was looking for. That shift in the floor was the trigger being tripped. The trigger is so big, so well hidden, that it is impossible to avoid.”

“I've had training in circumventing such traps and know a thing or two about engineering,” Ren continues. “This is how I see the trap working. The hallways up the ramp are identical and if you recall, it took us nearly an hour to reach the trap. It took a long time to reach and with everything looking the same it became disorientating over time. So by the time we reached the trap, fatigue had set in and we were not as sharp as when we started. I suspect the trap itself is very much like a teeter-totter. It's locked in place until someone steps on the trigger. When that happened to us, the trap dumped us down the hole because most of the group's weight was in the back. The back dropped, the front rose and everyone in between slid down the hole into the depths of the mountain. With our weight gone, the trap returned to its normal position and locked into place, waiting for its next victim. So the best way to circumvent this trap is to either go in small groups and stay together, so that when it does trip, there is no weight on the side that drops.”

Ren then speaks up, telling his own experience and his expertise when it comes to dealing with traps of this nature. Sorvani finds himself nodding in agreement to what the gnome theorizes. Clearly he is far more intelligent than he has let on thus far.

“That all sounds perfectly reasonable to me,” Sorvani will add. “And quite a feat of dwarven engineering too.”


The long walk back to the horses follows. Along the way, Sann tells us how he came to be in the dwarven lair. Apparently he is an historian or archaeologist of some kind. Something about who lived in the Frontier lands before Keln showed up. Sorvani halfheartedly listens, but history was never a great interest to him.

The sun is starting to go down when we reach the horses. Sorvani checks on his horse for a moment, but really has no idea how to tend to it. Kendell helps in that matter.

Since it appears that we'll be camping outside the makeshift stable, Sorvani will start to create a pit where the firewood can be stacked for a long term fire. Kendell, and later on Butternut provide the fuel. Once the fire is started and going, Sorvani will visit the stream to wash up and change clothes.

Kaylessa heads back with the others. She takes out her spellbook and flips through the pages deciding which spells she wished to study when she has a sudden thought, “Sorvani? Would you like to see if I have any spells that you do not? Eri? Butternut?”

“I would like that very much,” Sorvani tells Kaylessa. “Unfortunately, the campfire doesn't give off enough light for me to read properly, so it will have to wait until better circumstances. I am all for spell trading as it will ensure our mutual survival. However, those of you who do not need light to read to gain what you can from my spellbook. The spells I have Magic Missile, Armor, Mount and Read Magic.”

Surprisingly, the discussion turns towards leadership. Sorvani just sighs to himself. When the time comes, he has a few words to say.

“The War Priestess is right in this regard. Most of us are not soldiers or have any military training whatsoever. We came off the street, signed up for this mission and were sent off without any instruction at all. To expect us to fall in line and act like a proper military unit, well that is just wishful thinking.”

“I don't give a damn who leads or does not,” Sorvani continues. “You can pick whoever you want to lead, but a true leader will make themselves known through their words and actions and not through some straw vote. I signed up for this mission. I will fulfill my obligation and then I will be done with the army forever. Until that time, staying alive is my top priority.”

Sorvani has no issue when it comes to his time on watch. He hasn't cast any spells, so there is nothing to study in the morning when it is brighter out.

[Kendell]

Kendell:

While tending to his own horse, Kendell sees the mage struggling with his.

“You don't know anything about horses do you?” Kendell asks in realization. “Here, let me give you a hand.”

After tending to several horses, Kendell steps out of the cave and sees the mage working on some project.

“What this supposed to be?”

The mage says that its to build a fire for the evening.

“I'll get some firewood, then” Kendell declares as he goes off to collect wood. While gathering limbs and branches, Kendell will keep one eye on the woman folk as he works. To make sure that they are safe from any danger, of course.


After cleaning himself off and settling down by the fire for the evening, the group talk turns towards leadership. Kendell has a few words to add, but much as the others go off on grand speeches.

"I'm with Kendell mostly on this one," Butternut says with a nod to the big warrior. "While I agree that there is a need for some coordination in battle and leadership in decision-making, I'm not a big fan of rigid 'command structures' as Vardra put it. We are all professionals in our areas of expertise, and capable of supporting one another in a fight. To my mind, that's good enough." She hasn't much else to say on the subject, and will listen to the rest of the discussion.

“You tell'em, Squash!” Kendell says to the halfling warrior.

As for the rest of the discussion, Kendell's thoughts on the matter are essentially, “Tell me what you want hacked apart and we'll get along fine.”

[Kaylessa]

Kaylessa
With Eri-

"It is possible that they do not know I am alive," the priestess comments. "My temple surely can entreat the goddess to know that I have not perished however. And my brothers gave me a present which they claim would allow them to identify my location and even return to them when they required. I am unfortunately a bit skeptical about the first ability and even more so regarding the second." Erisci indicated the wide silver ankle cuffs that she wore. The highly polished surfaces shined even in the dim light.

“ I share that sentiment.” She says evenly. “ At least you are free of them. You can chose your path without someone looking over your shoulder.” She says simply looking at the priestess. "Your jewelry is quite beautiful, May I?"

"But my dear Kaylessa," the priestess says between giggles, "I may be a foreigner with uncommon features, true. But you are an elf and the one who is truly exotic!"

Kaylessa looks at Eri with a confused look. “Truly? I am by no means fair by my kin.”

Vardra meets her gaze for several moments. "That is not the same thing."

This one sees in black and white. “I didn’t say it was. I said it would seem. If one was chased by a hungry bear and ran to a cliff and began climbing down. Yet he was unable to climb down after 5 feet due to a sheer drop. Which would you choose face: certain death from the fall or to be eaten by a bear. Lack of choices would seem to be forced… To die by a sudden stop or mauled by a bear. It would seem that you are forced to make a choice as you have lack of options. It may seem you are forced to choose.”

It is unclear to Vardra what the elf is getting at. "So are you suggesting that we should return to being Chimera Squad, with our own leadership and decisions, and let Wyvern Squad go their own way? Is that what you mean, Kaylessa? Perhaps that makes some sense as we have no representation or influence in the leadership of the combined group. Sorvani, Kendell, what say you on this?"

Kaylessa’s do not move from her spellbook as she hears Vardra’s words. “I am not suggesting that at all. I am suggesting that these good people have leadership in place and saved us when we could not save ourselves. Surely they were doing something right before they met us.” Taking a deep settling breath, the elf looks up from her spellbook. “Either you are hard of hearing or risible. Though I known you for a short time. I do not find you to be either.” She says marking the spot in her spellbook and looking up at the aggravated fighter. “Lucyus just said each have a say in how their squad is run.”

Eri wrote-

In any case, we can continue to have this fascinating discussion and debate the merits and failings of each of us. Or shall we now offer the nominations for our leaders? Does anyone have anything more to add to the discussion? Certainly this is not a dictatorship and each should feel as though their voice is heard. However, given the various backgrounds and personalities, we may never get a complete agreement on what is best. The important thing is that we choose leaders who will keep us alive firstly and lead us to success secondly."

Kaylessa looks to everyone as many speak their minds on who leads. Butternut, Kendell and Sorvani do not wish to put a name forward.
“Wyvern and Chimera are both fearsome beasts. One is said to be of 4 heads. Why cannot our leadership be the same? It is true, Eri has put forth many ideas and thinks quick on her feet. Lucyus has done so as well calling orders as he saw fit, Vernar has also shown qualities of a leader. Lastly we have Vardra,”
“Why not let them lead. And the true leaders come forth from the pack?”

[Lucyus]

Lucyus
Flare wrote-

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!"

“Did My’lady see within this tower or within the mountain?” he asks the ranger curiously.
- Eri wrote
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The priestess will nod at the paladin's comment about her instruction in the art of war. "In the temple of the goddess, we began our training for battle, for leading soldiers into combat. We studied strategies and tactics for both small-scale and large-scale conflicts. I am certainly happy to help the group in whatever capacity is required."

Vardra sighs heavily in frustration. "Voicing my concerns is exactly what I am doing. I went along with your choice of leaders since they were already chosen and in place. However, the tactics displayed and leadership shown left a lot to be desired. It is certain that, when we were being rushed by potentially hundreds of goblins, leaving ourselves with three flanks to protect and no way to retreat was nowhere near an ideal strategy. We would have been far better off backing up into the card room and holding that doorway, since then we would have only had one flank to protect and only a couple of the goblins would have been able to attack at one time.

“I agree with you but where was your voice then? It seemed you only spoke up when we were amongst a horde of goblins. Hindsight is a wondrous thing when you can objectively tear decisions apart. Do we still live? Were we able to save Sann? Is the Horde that was within that structure fleeing for their lives, their brethren dead or broken against the carved stone?” Lucyus cannot help but to speak his mind and heart at the soldier.

"As for my training, I have been fully trained as a soldier; my training was not split between military and priestly duties. While I may only be a PFC currently, at least I have a rank. I haven't seen any sign of military insignia on you or any of the others. I was assigned to this squad specifically to study under the guidance of Sergeant Dewcan. Had he not passed away, I would have soon been up for promotion to corporal."

“I wear the colors of my patron. My holy symbol my insignia and so much more ” he says holding up his Holy symbol. “You would be foolish to look past it any further. I too have trained. Countless hours with my brothers and sisters with both sword, axe and shield. Learning the ways of war from my forebearers and commanders alike. This is to be my first of, what I hope be many, tests of valor that the Blessed seek out.

"That is a good point," the priestess comments. "I would contend that we need more leadership than Kendall and possibly Butternut are comfortable with, however we are not a typical military unit. We are not soldiers and we are not meant to be truly soldiers. When one thinks of a military unit, a formation of spearmen or sword and shield come to mind. Or a unit of archers or crossbowmen. Our group has all of those things and more in one unit. We have frontline fighters, secondary fighters, archers, scouts, mages and healers. And many of us fill more than one of those roles."

"

While we work for the military, we are not soldiers. Our unit is not meant to be soldiers. We are effectively a band of mercenaries, completing missions for the crown. In truth that was how we were recruited: adventurers supplementing the army. Now I personally feel that structure tis important, but also agree that a rigid command structure will likely cause friction in such a group as ours. We need leadership no doubt, but not an iron hand."

“My gut tells me that there are those amongst us that wish to lead. Some of us seem to know more than others.” His ice blue eyes looking at everyone in turn. As Eri has stated, We need someone that knows our strengths and weaknesses and does not few anyone as expendable or to strict that they are immovable in their ways.”
Lucyus listens as Kendell, Butternut, Kaylessa and Sorvani put forth their opinion. Some are helpful others are short and crass. Kaylessa seems to have strong thoughts and he feels she is right. “I think Kaylessa may be on to something. Erisiana, out of everyone here you have been steadfast. You may be of foreign birth but their seems to be something about you that makes you calm under pressure and not afraid to step into the fray. As a priestess you will not be on the front lines and can see a battle unfold more so than anyone else whose names have been put forward. Perhaps you would be best to lead us. That is if anyone objects?

[Flare Nightstorm]

Flare Nightstorm-

Flare listens attentively to Kaylessa's argument:

Wyvern and Chimera are both fearsome beasts. One is said to be of 4 heads. Why cannot our leadership be the same? It is true, Eri has put forth many ideas and thinks quick on her feet. Lucyus has done so as well, calling orders as he saw fit. Vernar has also shown qualities of a leader. Lastly we have Vardra. Why not let them lead. And the true leaders come forth from the pack?”

Then Lucyus:

“Kaylessa may be on to something. Erisiana, out of everyone here, you have been steadfast. You may be of foreign birth but there seems to be something about you that makes you calm under pressure and not afraid to step into the fray. As a priestess you will not be on the front lines and can see a battle unfold more so than anyone else whose names have been put forward. Perhaps you would be best to lead us. That is if anyone objects?

From his seated position, Flare finally speaks up:

"I do wish answers to my prior questions, as I'm a bit confused and could use some guidance, but I suppose the best way to get such questions answered would be to get straight on our leadership first."

"That said, I very much appreciate Kaylessa's suggestion! I, too, would be happy to welcome Erisciana and Vardra into leadership positions with Vernar and Lucyus by their sides."

"Perhaps our extended battles with the enemy will play out more quickly with a touch of extra leadership? 'Leadership, not an iron hand.'" He quotes Erisci.

He turns to Lucyus, "M'Lady only saw into the upper two levels of the outpost. She cannot speak to enemy movement within the mountain, such as near the footings of the tower, or of the path we must take to reach the tower. I'm sorry. She is young and still learning."

He looks down into his lap and she's sleeping in the "nest" he's created with his crossed legs. Wore herself out with all the emotions from today.

Flare doesn't like when his bird is mad at him. He will have to try harder to be a better man.

[Erisciana]

Erisciana -

Continuing at the stream...

“ I share that sentiment.” She says evenly. “ At least you are free of them. You can chose your path without someone looking over your shoulder.” She says simply looking at the priestess. "Your jewelry is quite beautiful, May I?"

The priestess cocks her head to one side for a moment. "Were I free of them, I would not likely be here, but rather back in Huzuz. My destination has been chosen for me by my Temple and my family. Only by turning my back on both of them would I possibly be free. My honor and my duty cannot allow that. I must complete my mission," she says that last bit furrowing her brow and tensing her jaw.

"But thank you for noticing my finery. Most of these baubles were obtained by assisting another caravan after the one I traveled in was attacked and destroyed. Only these anklets which my brothers provided to me were spared the theft." Erisci will left one leg and extend it toward her elfin companion to inspect closer. "I of course would be rather pleased and honored to accept something which you created."

Kaylessa can see upon further inspection that the ankle cuffs are indeed solid silver. Thick and wide, they make a bold yet simple statement. She surmises they must have been rather expensive. The cuffs circle the priestess' ankles, with an integrated hinge on one side and interlocking on the other side. The clasp and hinge must be internal as they are smooth with only the seams visible.


"But my dear Kaylessa," the priestess says between giggles, "I may be a foreigner with uncommon features, true. But you are an elf and the one who is truly exotic!"
Kaylessa looks at Eri with a confused look. “Truly? I am by no means fair by my kin.”

"That may or may not be," the priestess comments. In truth Kaylessa was no beauty surely. "That does not exclude the fact that as an elf you have exotic features. And as a priestess of the goddess of love, I can say that physical attractiveness is not the only measure of attraction," she says with a smile. "The two of you seem like you might have much in common, in fact."

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Flare has some questions unrelated to the leadership decisions. The priestess offers her opinion on those subjects.

"I thought our mission was to find Chimera Squad, place a flag in Eagle's Nest, then re-join in the emancipation of Gateway."

"You are essentially correct, Flare. We have found Chimera. We are making efforts to place a flag. And we will rejoin the army to support the assault on Gateway. In the meantime, there are various reasons for going back into the caverns below. We can further identify any other threats and better secure it," she says, gesturing toward Vardra. "Further we can eliminate or drastically curtail the presence of the goblins," she adds, with a motion indicating Butternut. "We can help our new dwarven friend," pointing to Saan, "and perhaps gain some influence and possible reward from the Ministry of Histories for assisting Saan in his discoveries. Finally there is the possibility of treasure."

"We talk about going back in, which I am not necessarily against. To find treasure and the remains of our lost compatriots. I do not wish to leave anyone behind, but Wimzy has already suggested we won't find many remains. And if it weren't for the Stone Dwarf, we would have been vastly outnumbered. Do we think the mountain is empty of the vast goblin horde? Would reuniting with the army and then clearing-out this mountainous fortress make more sense?"

"There may indeed be nothing left of those who fell on the level at which we arrived. But we owe it to at least checking, do we not? As for the goblins, certainly we were outnumbered. The Stone Dwarf slaughtered many of their number. We have a chance to finish the job before they have a chance to recover. We do not know if this is a horde that moved into the caverns alone, or if they came to it from below. There may be many more than we saw. If you notice, the goblins did not run out of the caverns to the outside as we did. They rushed further into other areas that we never explored. They could be nearly eliminated or there could be hundreds remaining. But as Vardra implied, with proper tactics we could manage to battle them and defeat them with little to no loss of life."

"And what happens when we find treasure? Do we carry it with us as we help emancipate Gateway? Or do we abandon our recruitment and go our separate ways?"

"Why we spend all the treasure we find on fine clothing, beautiful jewelry and the finest feasts we can muster," she says with a laugh. "But seriously, any of us can go their separate ways at any time. Granted the crown may no be too happy about that. Still I doubt they would assemble a search party for any deserters. Not for long, certainly. As for storing treasure, that may prove more difficult depending on what form it takes. Still it seems like what my good friend Tiallah used to call a 'happy problem'." Remembering what happened to her, Erisci gets quieter for a few moments and fidgets with one of her silver ankle cuffs.

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On the discussion of the plan to reach Eagle's Nest:

“If I should fall into that wretched thing a second time,” Sorvani counters, “I certainly won't feel blessed!”

Erisci smiles a moment at the mage's sarcasm. "Clearly that was not what I meant. My implication in saying we had a second chance to encounter the ramp trap was that we escaped it. Many likely can not say that."

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On the proposal to trade spells:

“I would like that very much,” Sorvani tells Kaylessa. “Unfortunately, the campfire doesn't give off enough light for me to read properly, so it will have to wait until better circumstances. I am all for spell trading as it will ensure our mutual survival. However, those of you who do not need light to read to gain what you can from my spellbook. The spells I have Magic Missile, Armor, Mount and Read Magic.”

"And remember that one needs Read Magic available to be able to decipher the magickal writings. My own spellbook also contains Shield and Sleep, besides spells you already know Sorvani."

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The great leadership debate continues:
“I don't give a damn who leads or does not,” Sorvani continues. “You can pick whoever you want to lead, but a true leader will make themselves known through their words and actions and not through some straw vote. I signed up for this mission. I will fulfill my obligation and then I will be done with the army forever. Until that time, staying alive is my top priority.”

"If staying alive is your top priority, then isn't it logical to give a damn who leads?" Erisci asks curiously. "As I mentioned, this should not be about a popularity contest or trying to appease anyone, or following previous choices or even any sense of fairness. We are not talking about a committee to choose what color curtains to decorate the king's garden estate. We are making a decision that may affect our lives." She was starting to appreciate Sorvani's logic and straight-forwardness. This bit of emotional outburst hadn't been apparent before.

“Wyvern and Chimera are both fearsome beasts. One is said to be of 4 heads. Why cannot our leadership be the same? It is true, Eri has put forth many ideas and thinks quick on her feet. Lucyus has done so as well calling orders as he saw fit, Vernar has also shown qualities of a leader. Lastly we have Vardra,”
“Why not let them lead. And the true leaders come forth from the pack?”

"I fear four leaders is the same as eleven leaders. Or no leaders," Erisci will comment.

Lucyus listens as Kendell, Butternut, Kaylessa and Sorvani put forth their opinion. Some are helpful others are short and crass. Kaylessa seems to have strong thoughts and he feels she is right. “I think Kaylessa may be on to something. Erisiana, out of everyone here you have been steadfast. You may be of foreign birth but their seems to be something about you that makes you calm under pressure and not afraid to step into the fray. As a priestess you will not be on the front lines and can see a battle unfold more so than anyone else whose names have been put forward. Perhaps you would be best to lead us. That is if anyone objects?

Erisciana will smile at the comments made. She is a little surprised that they would consider her, as she is a foreigner here. However, they are all new here. She will look to the others to see how they respond.

[Kaylessa]

Kaylessa
Spell trading with Sorvani and Eri

“I would like that very much,” Sorvani tells Kaylessa. “Unfortunately, the campfire doesn't give off enough light for me to read properly, so it will have to wait until better circumstances. I am all for spell trading as it will ensure our mutual survival. However, those of you who do not need light to read to gain what you can from my spellbook. The spells I have Magic Missile, Armor, Mount and Read Magic.”

"And remember that one needs Read Magic available to be able to decipher the magickal writings. My own spellbook also contains Shield and Sleep, besides spells you already know Sorvani."

“I have spells similar to Erisci. That is a fair point, I had forgotten. Perhaps as we all grow stronger we can agree to share our knowledge with on another as it would be mutually beneficial for ourselves as well as our unit.” She says looking up to both mages.” ( I wasn’t sure if Butternut works the same way for spells as she is a Elementalist, I am not familiar with.)

Trap talk
“If I should fall into that wretched thing a second time,” Sorvani counters, “I certainly won't feel blessed!”

Erisci smiles a moment at the mage's sarcasm. "Clearly that was not what I meant. My implication in saying we had a second chance to encounter the ramp trap was that we escaped it. Many likely can not say that."

Kaylessa listens to the mages discuss the trap and feeling not feeling blessed. A smirk comes to her as she says, “A fall you can walk away from is always a good thing. Can you image that alternative? To be impaled upon those rusty spikes? I definitely would not feel blessed after that.” She says evenly.

Erisci wrote-
"Why we spend all the treasure we find on fine clothing, beautiful jewelry and the finest feasts we can muster," she says with a laugh. "But seriously, any of us can go their separate ways at any time. Granted the crown may no be too happy about that. Still I doubt they would assemble a search party for any deserters. Not for long, certainly. As for storing treasure, that may prove more difficult depending on what form it takes. Still it seems like what my good friend Tiallah used to call a 'happy problem'." Remembering what happened to her, Erisci gets quieter for a few moments and fidgets with one of her silver ankle cuffs.

“ I would prefer to buy items for my craft. To invest in a shop. But I can see the appeal of fine feasts and fine clothing.” She says with a wry smile. “Hopefully the crown does not wish to share in our acquired wealth.”

[Butternut]

Butternut:

“Our keen eyed ranger saw some forbidden fruit and tried in vain to reach it.” She says evenly to the halfling, as she taps her bow.

Butternut's eyes turn hard and flinty. "That snake... We'll have to keep an eye out for him in the future."

===

Talk turns to trading spells. "I'm interested," Butternut says, "and Ren mentioned to me previously that he's eager to trade spells as well."

Sorvani mentions that it is too dark for him to read clearly, even by the fire. Erisciana also points out that Read Magic is necessary in order to read another's spell-book.

"I'm not really bothered by the light, but I do not have Read Magic in memory currently so that is a problem," Butternut admits. "Also, spells that are not based in the elements tend to be much more difficult for me to learn.

"As for the spells that I have learned, I can cast Armor, Metamorphose Liquids, and Shocking Grasp, in addition to Read Magic."

“I have spells similar to Erisci. That is a fair point, I had forgotten. Perhaps as we all grow stronger we can agree to share our knowledge with on another as it would be mutually beneficial for ourselves as well as our unit.” She says looking up to both mages.”

Butternut shrugs. "I'm open to whatever spell sharing agreement the rest of you feel is acceptable."

===

The discussion of leadership goes on and on and on, leaving Butternut tired, annoyed, and bored. It doesn't seem like they are getting anywhere productive, so Butternut throws out another thought on the matter.

"It seems to me that there are really two different types of decision-making that need to occur. The first covers out-of-combat decisions like where to go and when, and how to manage supplies and loot. That stuff is pretty collaborative, but there may be value in having someone chosen to act as a facilitator and tie-breaker. I've heard Vernar, Sorvani, and Eri mentioned as being level-headed, so any of them might fit that role well."

She pauses a moment to see if it appears that anyone is listening, then plunges on regardless. "The other is combat leadership, which I suppose out of necessity would need to be substantially less collaborative. As Vardra mentioned, the heat of battle is not the time to be debating the pros and cons of one idea versus another. A combat leader would need to be more direct and actively-engaged, rather than waiting for input to make decisions. Military training seems like a good qualification for that role, though not the only qualification that should be considered.

"Two different roles with two different approaches to leadership. I doubt any one person would work well in both roles due to the different personalities required. It may also make sense to have a backup for each role, in case we get split up or someone gets killed."

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Yup, it works pretty much the same for specialist wizards as for generalist mages.

[Vardra]

Vardra Marcus, PFC:

This one sees in black and white. “I didn’t say it was. I said it would seem. If one was chased by a hungry bear and ran to a cliff and began climbing down. Yet he was unable to climb down after 5 feet due to a sheer drop. Which would you choose face: certain death from the fall or to be eaten by a bear. Lack of choices would seem to be forced… To die by a sudden stop or mauled by a bear. It would seem that you are forced to make a choice as you have lack of options. It may seem you are forced to choose.”

Vardra is intrigued by the elf's apocalyptic verbiage. "I'm curious as to what constituted your 'bear' and your 'cliff'."

===

Flare and Erisciana discuss further the reasons for going back into Bollo's Shield. "All good points, and I would support doing so. If we decide to return to the fort and report in, we should definitely express the need to have someone clear it out."

"That is a good point," the priestess comments. "I would contend that we need more leadership than Kendall and possibly Butternut are comfortable with, however we are not a typical military unit. We are not soldiers and we are not meant to be truly soldiers. When one thinks of a military unit, a formation of spearmen or sword and shield come to mind. Or a unit of archers or crossbowmen. Our group has all of those things and more in one unit. We have frontline fighters, secondary fighters, archers, scouts, mages and healers. And many of us fill more than one of those roles."

"While we work for the military, we are not soldiers. Our unit is not meant to be soldiers. We are effectively a band of mercenaries, completing missions for the crown. In truth that was how we were recruited: adventurers supplementing the army. Now I personally feel that structure tis important, but also agree that a rigid command structure will likely cause friction in such a group as ours. We need leadership no doubt, but not an iron hand."

Vardra listens to the priestess' reply to the halfling's comments, and Sorvani takes a similar stance. "I get what what you're both saying, and I'm not saying we need 'an iron hand', as you put it. However, I think that diversity of units means that we need more coordination and direction, rather than less; certainly not the chaotic lack of leadership that we saw in the battle with the goblins."

“I agree with you but where was your voice then? It seemed you only spoke up when we were amongst a horde of goblins. Hindsight is a wondrous thing when you can objectively tear decisions apart. Do we still live? Were we able to save Sann? Is the Horde that was within that structure fleeing for their lives, their brethren dead or broken against the carved stone?” Lucyus cannot help but to speak his mind and heart at the soldier.

Vardra shakes his head sadly. "I had not been chosen to lead, and left it to those so chosen. As every soldier knows, questioning the appointed leaders in a dangerous situation only leads to disaster. When the situation became dire, I tried to provide information to help the chosen leaders make the necessary decisions.

"And yes, we did survive, but I still believe that was more a matter of luck than leadership. I do not think we should rely on luck in the future."

Kaylessa’s do not move from her spellbook as she hears Vardra’s words. “I am not suggesting that at all. I am suggesting that these good people have leadership in place and saved us when we could not save ourselves. Surely they were doing something right before they met us.” Taking a deep settling breath, the elf looks up from her spellbook. “Either you are hard of hearing or risible. Though I known you for a short time. I do not find you to be either.” She says marking the spot in her spellbook and looking up at the aggravated fighter. “Lucyus just said each have a say in how their squad is run.”

Vardra shrugs in uncertainty. "You had specifically referred to 'your group' rather than 'our group' when replying to Lucyus's comments, implying that not everyone was part of that group. I wasn't sure what you meant by that, so I tried to clarify. And I don't know what the word 'risible' means, so I can't say anything about it."

"The problem is that if we do not soon fly a flag, even the flag indicating danger, then they may send yet another group to find both of our teams and they too may end up in the same place each of us did, at the bottom of that infernal ramp on a trip to Marduk's gardens."

"That is a possibility," Vardra admits. "Unfortunately, we do not know what their response to either flag may be, and flying the wrong one could create a greater danger."

Erisciana goes on a long discussion of the battle in the great hall. Vardra doesn't agree with all of her points, but sees the futility in continuing to argue about what happened.

After the discussions reach a point of completion and they are ready to propose leaders, Erisci will say, "I propose Vardra as second in command. As a soldier he should possess the organizational skills to make sure we stay focused, orderly and efficient. Who else has nominations to consider?"

Vardra nods to the priestess. "And do you have a nomination for first in command?" He decides to hold onto his ideas for nominations until he hears a few more voices put forth. After conflating his holy symbol with a military rank, Lucyus nominates Erisciana to lead.

"I fear four leaders is the same as eleven leaders. Or no leaders," Erisci will comment.

Flare seems to agree with Kaylessa, though Erisciana clearly does not. "On that point, I would have to agree with Eri," Vardra says, nodding again to Erisciana.

Just then, Butternut pipes up with a completely different perspective on the question of leadership. It takes Vardra a couple of moments to work through her thinking, but it does seem to make sense.

Vardra scratches his head, trying to put the new thoughts into words. "That actually makes a lot of sense, Butternut; at least to me. From the way you describe it, I think I would be better in the combat role that you described, rather than the non-combat one. I also agree that Vernar seems like a good fit for the non-combat role. I'm not really sure which Eri is more suited to."

[Erisciana]

Erisciana -

Flare and Erisciana discuss further the reasons for going back into Bollo's Shield. "All good points, and I would support doing so. If we decide to return to the fort and report in, we should definitely express the need to have someone clear it out."

The priestess agrees with Vardra's comment, nodding in his direction.

Spell trading -

“I have spells similar to Erisci. That is a fair point, I had forgotten. Perhaps as we all grow stronger we can agree to share our knowledge with on another as it would be mutually beneficial for ourselves as well as our unit.” She says looking up to both mages.

"I agree it will be mutually beneficial," Erisci agrees.

"I'm interested," Butternut says, "and Ren mentioned to me previously that he's eager to trade spells as well."

"One advantage is it will give each of us more options," the priestess adds.

"I'm not really bothered by the light, but I do not have Read Magic in memory currently so that is a problem," Butternut admits. "Also, spells that are not based in the elements tend to be much more difficult for me to learn.

"As for the spells that I have learned, I can cast Armor, Metamorphose Liquids, and Shocking Grasp, in addition to Read Magic."

"You have quite an array of alternate spells. When things are more tranquil, I would like very much the opportunity to peruse your spells."

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Leadership discussion -

Vardra listens to the priestess' reply to the halfling's comments, and Sorvani takes a similar stance. "I get what what you're both saying, and I'm not saying we need 'an iron hand', as you put it. However, I think that diversity of units means that we need more coordination and direction, rather than less; certainly not the chaotic lack of leadership that we saw in the battle with the goblins."

Erisci looks to Sorvani and then back at Vardra. "If I may speak for both of us, we are not talking about less coordination and direction, but rather a different form than a standard military would require. Perhaps being in the army and a soldier yourself, you may be more apt to think of us as other soldiers and the group may not respond as well as you may unconsciously expect."

Vardra doesn't give a rebuttal to her comments on tactical choices in the goblin fight, she can see that he does not completely agree with her either. Vardra nods to the priestess. "And do you have a nomination for first in command?" He decides to hold onto his ideas for nominations until he hears a few more voices put forth.

"I have an opinion, not surprisingly. I had hoped that perhaps someone else would like to contribute to the nomination process." After conflating his holy symbol with a military rank, Lucyus nominates Erisciana to lead.

Erisciana can see that several of the group have been losing interest in the long-winded discussion. And it is getting later into the evening. If they are to properly rest for the mages and clerics to regain spells, a resolution needs to happen relatively soon.

Butternut even suggests a whole new idea of leadership with two different categories of leaders to lead at different times and with an additional support level.

"It is an interesting alternative, but does it not start to approach the rule of committee again? Situations are rarely cleanly separate and that means 4 individuals involved in decisions. Granted, we should be working together, but at this point we seem unable to even come to a consensus on a single decision," the priestess laments.

Erisciana stands up again to address everyone. She takes a deep breath and exhales demonstratively. "We can go round and round all night." She looks at each person directly, one at a time. "It has been mentioned by several of you that a leader will step forward and take charge. Very well. We have had nominations for myself as leader and Vardra as second in command. There have been reasons for both of us to be considered and so it is unnecessary to repeat them. Therefore, let us take a 'yea or nay' vote and see if we can put this discussion and ourselves to rest." She will raise her hand, indicating the first 'yea' vote. "What say the rest of you?"

[Vernar]

Vernar -

When discussions of a watch rotation occur, Vernar will offer, "I be takin' second watch as well. I have no need o' worryin' 'bout spells or nothin'."

"I am not so sure that this discussion is a condemnation of your efforts. But rather, now that we have a chance to catch our collective breath, we can decide if there is an even better option," Erisci will say. "We obviously survived the difficulties we faced in the underground lair."

Vernar doesn't seem bothered. He certainly isn't worried about hurt feelings or being inadequate. "I jus' wanted all o' us to get out o' there, an' in that we were successful," he will state plainly.

The leadership debate continues to drag on, and so once Vernar is done with his armor, he will head down the stream to stick his head and arms into the cool water. He makes some effort to wash off the dirt and stench, but there surely are some places on his portly frame that were missed. Walking back to the camp, they are still at it. Humans sure get long winded, he thinks to himself, remembering some of the arguments from the small village about livestock and broken fences.

Finally, Erisciana forces a vote, which Vernar thinks is a bit unwise at this particular point, so he will speak up. "I feel all o' us are too exhausted from our adventures to be doin' this right now. I would propose we all sleep on it and vote in the mornin'. I fear that the comin' together o' two squads was not supposed t' be happenin' and is creatin' this quarrel o' ideas 'n words. However, I do think a represent'tive leader from both squads would help us bridge this, an' better our chances once we be settin' out again."

[Butternut]

Butternut:

"You have quite an array of alternate spells. When things are more tranquil, I would like very much the opportunity to peruse your spells."

"And I yours," Butternut says. "We should all benefit from sharing our spells."

"And yes, we did survive, but I still believe that was more a matter of luck than leadership. I do not think we should rely on luck in the future."

Thinking back on the battle, Butternut finds it hard to disagree with the soldier's point. Then again, luck is always a significant part of any battle - at least according to her mentor, Galen Farwalker.

"It is an interesting alternative, but does it not start to approach the rule of committee again? Situations are rarely cleanly separate and that means 4 individuals involved in decisions. Granted, we should be working together, but at this point we seem unable to even come to a consensus on a single decision," the priestess laments.

A puzzled expression appears on Butternut's face. "Sounds to me like you didn't understand my suggestion at all." Before she can comment further, Eri suddenly puts herself forward as leader and pushes for an immediate vote.

Finally, Erisciana forces a vote, which Vernar thinks is a bit unwise at this particular point, so he will speak up. "I feel all o' us are too exhausted from our adventures to be doin' this right now. I would propose we all sleep on it and vote in the mornin'. I fear that the comin' together o' two squads was not supposed t' be happenin' and is creatin' this quarrel o' ideas 'n words. However, I do think a represent'tive leader from both squads would help us bridge this, an' better our chances once we be settin' out again."

Fortunately, Vernar finally speaks up, serving as a cool head when needed most. "That's the most sensible thing I've heard since this whole discussion started. I'm looking forward to a decent night's sleep."

[Lucyus]

Lucyus
Lucyus listens as the others begin putting forth ideas for leadership.
Butternut wrote:

"It seems to me that there are really two different types of decision-making that need to occur. The first covers out-of-combat decisions like where to go and when, and how to manage supplies and loot. That stuff is pretty collaborative, but there may be value in having someone chosen to act as a facilitator and tie-breaker. I've heard Vernar, Sorvani, and Eri mentioned as being level-headed, so any of them might fit that role well."

She pauses a moment to see if it appears that anyone is listening, then plunges on regardless. "The other is combat leadership, which I suppose out of necessity would need to be substantially less collaborative. As Vardra mentioned, the heat of battle is not the time to be debating the pros and cons of one idea versus another. A combat leader would need to be more direct and actively-engaged, rather than waiting for input to make decisions. Military training seems like a good qualification for that role, though not the only qualification that should be considered.
Vardra scratches his head, trying to put the new thoughts into words. "That actually makes a lot of sense, Butternut; at least to me. From the way you describe it, I think I would be better in the combat role that you described, rather than the non-combat one. I also agree that Vernar seems like a good fit for the non-combat role. I'm not really sure which Eri is more suited to."

“What you are suggesting would actually be counter-productive. As one in a leadership role needs to have a clear direction in which to go as well as making their unit stronger as well as properly use them effiently. Even the quartermaster aspect in which you speak a leader should know how to do. For example: Not knowing how long we will be out here I purchased 10 days worth of dry rations.”

Finally, Erisciana forces a vote, which Vernar thinks is a bit unwise at this particular point, so he will speak up. "I feel all o' us are too exhausted from our adventures to be doin' this right now. I would propose we all sleep on it and vote in the mornin'. I fear that the comin' together o' two squads was not supposed t' be happenin' and is creatin' this quarrel o' ideas 'n words. However, I do think a represent'tive leader from both squads would help us bridge this, an' better our chances once we be settin' out again."

“While I agree our adventures of the day may have left us tired and weary, It is an important issue. I for one do not need a night’s rest to speak my mind.” He says looking at the dwarf and then the halfling." I would vote for Eriscania to lead. She has been a voice of reason, gave direction and is a follower of a war deity. As her second I would vote for Vernar. Though in truth, Perhaps when a vote for Leadership is called for and let that elected Leader choose their second.”
Afterward, Lucyus will take up his axe and begin to sharpen it checking for any dullness in the blade. After checking it he will take a few practice swings with it and then stows it away. Lucyus will do his daily prayers and the begin to take his watch.

[Kaylessa]

Kaylesa

Erisciana wrote:"It is an interesting alternative, but does it not start to approach the rule of committee again? Situations are rarely cleanly separate and that means 4 individuals involved in decisions. Granted, we should be working together, but at this point we seem unable to even come to a consensus on a single decision," the priestess laments.
A puzzled expression appears on Butternut's face. "Sounds to me like you didn't understand my suggestion at all." Before she can comment further, Eri suddenly puts herself forward as leader and pushes for an immediate vote.

“I seem to understand, 4 leaders, 2 main and 2 seconds. Seems to be 4 leaders as Erisciana stated."

Vernar wrote:Finally, Erisciana forces a vote, which Vernar thinks is a bit unwise at this particular point, so he will speak up. "I feel all o' us are too exhausted from our adventures to be doin' this right now. I would propose we all sleep on it and vote in the mornin'. I fear that the comin' together o' two squads was not supposed t' be happenin' and is creatin' this quarrel o' ideas 'n words. However, I do think a represent'tive leader from both squads would help us bridge this, an' better our chances once we be settin' out again."
Fortunately, Vernar finally speaks up, serving as a cool head when needed most. "That's the most sensible thing I've heard since this whole discussion started. I'm looking forward to a decent night's sleep."

“And if we are attacked during the night, We will look to Lucyus and Vernar.” She says evenly looking to Vardra, Butternut and Vernar. “No disrespect meant to your leadership. It would seem that the others don’t seem to mind much who leads. Though clearly there are issues with the leadership in place.” She says looking to the others in turn. “ If you need to sleep on it then so be it, but I will cast my vote as well. I will vote for Eriscaina to lead.” She says simply as she picks up her spell book and begins studying some more.

[Erisciana]

Erisicana -

The first response the priestess gets to her request for a vote and a termination of the endless circular debate is that people want to go to sleep. Erisciana sighs in frustration and disappointment. She mumbles something under her breath in what must be her native tongue.

"Why are you afraid of making a decision? Or speaking those thoughts? Of what are you afraid?" At the rate they were going they would be here days before making any determination at all. This was why committees always were ineffective and the more leaders there are, the less that gets accomplished. This group was already tired of this conversation and losing interest and some of their number wanted to drag it out even further.

Kaylessa and Lucyus speak up and offer their support of Erisci. She will nod and smile in their direction. But at this point continuing this discussion is pointless for now. How much longer would it take to make a simple choice? "Apathy, indecision and procrastination are all tools used to pave the way to mediocrity," she says quietly.

(Once no one has anything more to add to the idea of voting now....)
The priestess begins to turn away from the group and then turns back. "There is an allegorical story told in my country, a parable if you will. A hungry donkey enters a barn. Inside, the donkey sees two bales of hay. Each of the bales are approximately the same size and each looks rather appetizing to the donkey. They are the same distance away from the entrance and each can be seen clearly. There is nothing impeding the donkey's path to either bale." She pauses for a moment to let the situation she described become clear. Continuing on, she curtly ends,"The donkey starved to death."

Erisciana will collect her things and move away from the group, finding a place where she can conduct her evening devotion. The makeshift stable proved to not be an option and so she moved further along the mountain wall and settled there.

[Butternut]

Butternut:

Based on their responses, it seems like neither Lucyus nor Kaylessa really understood what she was proposing. It occurs to Butternut that perhaps she didn't explain her idea very well. "It's pretty simple, really. I was suggesting one person to make combat-related decisions, and one person to make other decisions. It's just a form of specialization, just as we all have our specializations. As for the backups, they were purely optional, and would only be take on that role if the primary person were unable or otherwise unavailable to fulfill that role. One person leading any particular decision isn't really the same as leading by committee."

===

"Why are you afraid of making a decision? Or speaking those thoughts? Of what are you afraid?" At the rate they were going they would be here days before making any determination at all. This was why committees always were ineffective and the more leaders there are, the less that gets accomplished. This group was already tired of this conversation and losing interest and some of their number wanted to drag it out even further.

Kaylessa and Lucyus speak up and offer their support of Erisci. She will nod and smile in their direction. But at this point continuing this discussion is pointless for now. How much longer would it take to make a simple choice? "Apathy, indecision and procrastination are all tools used to pave the way to mediocrity," she says quietly.

Butternut shrugs. "It seems you also misunderstood why Vernar proposed delaying the vote until the morning. Nevertheless, if it means that much to you, I vote for Vernar to lead. If there is to be a second, based either on military knowledge or representing Chimera Squad, then I will join you in voting for Vardra."

With that the halfling woman proceeds to start setting up her bedding.