The Main Campaign!

Tabitha Oakenfleur wrote:Tabitha gives the goods in the store only a cursory glance. Her mind was definitely elsewhere. Her...becoming a druid. Her parents had supported her wholeheartedly when she informed them of her new apprenticeship, acknowledging that she had always seemed to have more than a simple farmer's interest in the land they worked, and her brothers had looked at her with with a new wide-eyed amazement and babbled on about all the outlandish magical feats she would be able to perform. Tabby knew a bit better than to expect that...at least right away. This was a deeply spiritual thing...spiritual and personal. She had resolved to take the growing of her staff seriously, and had already decided on a number of personally symbolic elements to add to the process.

Wandering out of the store, she begins her collection, planning to meet back with everyone when they head to the potion shop; she still had those mushrooms to show Cameron's mother. Maybe she'd come back to the general store later, as well...she knew she was probably forgetting some essentials. Like rope. What kind of adventurer doesn't pack plenty of rope?...

Heading up to her home on the Farmer's Terrace, Tabitha gathers up some of the hearty soil from her family's plot and fills the clay planter with it. Whether or not it actually affected the process, she liked the idea of the soil she grew up on being a crucial part of the making of her staff.

Then, gathering up some snow, she brings it with her, planning to melt it and use it to water the seed. Again, it simply felt right to her: to make a part of her home a part of her staff. Hauling her supplies to the Abbey's terrace, she finds a suitable spot and sits cross-legged with her back against the Grandfather Redwood. She felt it only right to attempt this in close proximity to both the great tree itself and the historically druidic abbey.

Carefully planting the seed, then watering it with the melted snow, Tabitha focuses on the pot, attempting to channel her newfound energy into the growth of the freshly-planted seed...

Nature: +14

There is a quiet breeze. Everything around you feels still, as if it is holding its breath in anticipation of what will happen next. You watch the decorated pot carefully, not entirely sure what is supposed to happen.

That's when it begins to rumble. The clay pot rocks back and forth, and, FWOOP!

Roots start piling on top of each-other at the base of the pot! They stack and stack and stack, like a cup overflowing with water. You stand up, when finally out of the tiny clay container a staff shoots out of the roots, as if being presented with a gift. At a glance, it looks like a fine-cut walking stick, but you notice that it is not cut at all. The staff itself grew in to the shape it took. Leaves have grown themselves in to ornament for the staff. The top of the staff has grown in to the wooden form of a crow, with leaves decorating the tail feathers and wings.



You grab hold of the staff, and the roots give way. This staff was literally made for you.

Maybe you should go show High Druid Kahn.

Metah Fore wrote:Metah flips a coin (dice) odds he chooses the sickle even she chooses the scroll.

Phedre nicEssus wrote:Phedre visited the general store with her friends and watched Metah eye the glaive longingly. She smiled at the thought of the little one trying to wield it. Looking over the goods she fingered the studded armor. It was well made and on sale. Not wanting to pass up the bargain she bought it but held on to her coupon. Not seeing anything else she truly wanted, she bought some general supplies and the potion of cure light wounds and offered to sell her old hide armor to the merchant to off set the cost of the new studded leather.

That being done she was quite eager to go to the potions shop. She always loved lingering there, thinking of potions as a sort of powerful medicine. Life seemed so busy in the past to pick up the learning of the concoctions, but Phedre was fascinated with them all the same.

Cameron hesitates at the door of the potion's shop. "You guys go on ahead.. I'll... wait outside." The captain than sighs, leans against the wall of the shop. He eventually slinks down, sitting on the floor beside the door.

You enter the shop, noticing the multitudes of various colored vials and colorful plants that decorate the room. The del'Mar family is a recent addition to the Red Terrace family. Only a few years ago did they show up. You know that the family knew Panzer, but otherwise, their past is a mystery. However, it didn't take long for the family to make themselves at home, setting up this small potions shop on the market terrace.

Mr. and Mrs. del'Mar always had a certain air of elegance about them. The two were in their forties, but looked and acted much younger. If it weren't for Ameilia del'Mar's grey hair, you might have forgotten their age all together.





Ameilia waves at Phedre as the three of you walk inside.

"Hello dear! My, my, just look at you three lovely ladies. Is Cameron too bashful to come inside with you?"

Zieffar del'Mar, who appears to be doing paperwork in the adjacent room, sticks his head out to look. "Damn! Three of them? You make me proud, son!" You hear a thud against the wall, from outside the door of the potion shop.

Ameilia chuckles. "Anyway. My son told me about your adventure, and I would be more than happy to help." Mrs. del'Mar hands your party a small crate. Inside, you find 5 HEALING POTIONS! You split them evenly amongst yourselves. "If you need anything else, you can buy them from me. I'll provide you with the discounted prices as well." (Already applied) "Just let us know if you need anything!"

Tabitha Oakenfleur wrote:Tabby blinks. She doesn't quite know what she expected, but...it probably wasn't that. Pot scooped up into one hand (gotta return his pot y'know) and her fresh staff in the other, she quickly shuffles off, a little dazed, to report in to Mah Kahn.

Tabitha Oakenfleur wrote:Tabby fusses with her new headdress as she makes her way to the potion shop. It would take some getting used to, but she thought she liked it. As she nears the shop, she digs through her bags to find the mushrooms she had stashed that night in the forest. Then, she spots Cameron slumped against the outer wall of the shop. Concerned, she crouches down beside him. "Cameron...? You alright?"

Tabitha Oakenfleur wrote:"Well...alright," she said, still a little concerned. Had he already said goodbye to his parents, or was she missing something important? With a final glance back to check on him, she enters the shop to present the mysterious mushrooms to Ameilia.

Metah Fore wrote:Metah curled up in one of the hollows around the redwood. He was excited but worried that she would be unable to sleep. He had never been so far away from her family, nor had he been on such a big adventure. It was exciting, but somehow... lonely.

"I wonder what Ten is doing right now?"

With nothing else to do Metah snuggled further into the hollow and tried to fall asleep.

Phedre nicEssus wrote:Back on the road again after all these years. Red Terrace was a wondrous place she loved with all her heart, but the thrill of travel came back to her hard. And while she had never done so by crow before, all the camp sense came back to her as they landed and decided where to set camp. Finding some hollows at the bases of encircled trees they lit a fire in the center of the grove and set watches. Taking first watch Phedre brushed out Zenith, piled some needles in the hollow to insulate her from the chilly ground, cleaned and sharpened tools and weapons and sang quietly to herself and her bird. Banking the fire back she sat back and prepared to spend an quiet evening to herself.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SYKccBr_jvk&feature=youtu.be

Passive Perception 11, Low Light senses.

Tabitha Oakenfleur wrote:Tabby finds herself awake, and decides to relieve Phedre and let her get her rest. Taking her staff and her bow, she finds a comfortable perch and settles in for the second watch, alternating her time between inspecting her staff, just listening to the night-sounds, and watching Vasani occasionally flop from one position to another.

Perception: +12