[Game Thread] Solo RP: The Tale of Dr. Thorrel Warzick

[TheDrakemund]

The dark, it sang to you. A melody of misery and forgetfulness hummed into your mind as you slept... visions of snow and frost threatened to draw nearer as the sweet sound crescendoed...

OCC Make a "will" saving throw.

[ThatMusicWriter]

OOC 19. Natural 18 on first saving throw of the game? Not bad, if you ask me.

[TheDrakemund]

OCC Ha, indeed, indeed. xD

The night was nearly blinked away as the horses moved and shifted nervously near you, panting in something of fear or unease. A hoof to the ground near your head vanquished any and all dreams--or nightmares--you may have been entangled in during the hours past. The dark still hung in the sky, morning lights just beyond reach, and so the forest remained dark--the fire out and long since cold. Vadimas sat against the tree he had slept against earlier... asleep. He was dirty though--filthy even, dirt on his clothes as well as his skin and matting his silver hair.

[ThatMusicWriter]

I got up quickly and scanned all about for any idea of what happened. Had he left during the night? Then how'd he get so utterly filthy? What had happened?

OOC Perception=10

[TheDrakemund]

The forest was seemingly undisturbed in the little light available as the sun began to paint the sky in vibrant morning hues. You did, however, notice the absence of something; Vadimas' bag was no longer at his side, gone from the camp so far as you could see.

Said Horian stirred slightly in his sleep, mumbling something too quiet to properly hear, and you noticed his dirt covered feet as well as his apparent lack of boots.

[ThatMusicWriter]

I quickly moved over to him and shook him. "Vadimas," I said. "Get up; there's something wrong."

[TheDrakemund]

Vadimas jolted awake, but no where near as wildly as before. He uncertainly blinked away his sleep and looked at you in slight confusion. "What was... did I fall asleep...?" He pulled his hand up to wipe at his eye, but quickly pulled his palm away to study it with a peculiar frown. "Why am I covered in filth?" He ran a hand through his hair and wrinkled his nose in disgust before casually reaching for his bag. His hand fell on the empty space and he went a deathly pale in the sparse light. He fell silent, of fear or calculation, you could not tell.

[ThatMusicWriter]

"I was hoping you could answer that," I said, my face grim. "You're bag is empty, and under troubling circumstance." I shook my head. "Are you prone to sleepwalking?"

[TheDrakemund]

"I am not..." Vadimas stood uneasily and gave you a cautious look. "My bag... it has a particular set of volumes which would be, to say the least, a bother should they fall into unsavory hands. Tomes and grimoires of the highest caliber... a fair fortune for thieves or great weapons in the hands of those with potential to wield them." He scratched at his inked hand subconsciously and stared at where the fire had been. "I truly don't remember anything of last night past telling you that tale."

[ThatMusicWriter]

I looked about for any signs of an intruder of thief [Perception=13], and also looked to see if there were any tracks to follow [Survival=10]. "Given the fact that this seems like a magical foe," I said, looking over his soiled apparel, "I would say that we are dealing with someone of at least some potential."

[TheDrakemund]

There was naught to suggest any act of thievery--or even intrusion, for that matter. There was, however, footsteps barely visible on the forest floor leading to and from Vadimas' sleeping space. A distant bird gave a mocking call that died quickly.

"I just... I..." The Horian rubbed at his eyes in growing frustration and confusion. "... I can't get this tune out my head."

[ThatMusicWriter]

I raised an eyebrow. "Well, try and remember it," I said, "While I check on these tracks." And with that, I cautiously follow the tracks, raising my makeshift club.

OOC How much damage does the club do?

[ArtemisVale]

OOC 1D6 bludgeoning

[TheDrakemund]

They led you quite a ways away from the makeshift camp, but so far as you could discern, the tracks extended much further into the heart of the evergreens as the ground transitioned from snow-dusted to earth covered with but a bed of pine-needles.

[ThatMusicWriter]

I turned behind me and called to Vadimas, "We have a trail over here. They seem to go quite a way back."