Ruby - Isadore nods and says, "Aye, that it is little one. But even if we had one laying here now, we'd need a repairman and his shop to change the axle."
With your perception check you don't see anything in the immediate area that might work as a replacement axle, but you do notice a shop across the street. The sign out front reads, "Mage Pindu's, Spell Casting Services"
"Axle, axle. That rather reminds me of the stories of the infamous drow Jarlaxle. Did you know rumors say that he relocated to the city of wonders..." Elwyn starts off on another story, not really making an effort to solve the problem at hand, trusting his resourceful companion Ruby to take care of such worldly matters.
Ariana listens to Elwyn intently for about 12 seconds, until she realizes the story has nothing to do with the problem at hand. She isn't able to hide her eye roll and sigh. She thinks,
"Hey, Cool-uh..., you know, cool triton guy. Can you hear me? If you can, swat that jabbering half-elf. Just say you were swatting a fly or something."
She waits a full minute, watching Kulogall. A disappointed look crosses her face, and she slumps back in her seat in the undamaged wagon. She's clearly impatient and ready to get on with the job, but offers up no solutions to the axle problem.
"Ah, right... don´t really have time for that do we." Ruby replies to Isadore.
Not really listening to the story she thinks about what to do next. "Let me go check out that shop over there." She says as she points to the "Mage Pindu's, Spell Casting Services". "Maybe they´l have something we can use to fix it." She says, not really waiting for a response before going straight to the shop.
“Isadore, unfortunately Gimble was involved in an accident and will not be able to journey with you. My name is Wake. I believe you were expecting me.”
Ruby - You enter the shop and are greeted by a tall, bald, dark-skinned man in colorful patterned robes. He says, "Welcome to Mage Pindu's. How can Mage Pindu be of service? Mage Pindu can offer his skills as a spell caster and he also has a selection of spell scrolls for sale." He then smiles, showing very white and very straight teeth. You then hear the flap of leathery wings, like the sound of someone shaking out a rug, and watch as a small red dragon-like creature lands on Mage Pindu's shoulder. "Ah, Fireball. Say hello to our customer." Says Mage Pindu as he strokes the pseudodragon on its snout.
Wake - Isadore raises an eyebrow and says, "That's too bad. Thanks for letting me know." Consulting his list, he then says, "Well, you must be... Wake?" He puts away his list and as he's trying to put his spectacles back in his pouch they fall to the ground and shatter. "Son of a hook horror!" He says as he picks up the pieces and stuffs them in his pouch. He half turns to watch Ruby head into a building across the street as he explains the problem with the wagon's axle to you. "What do you think?"
"Hi, umm.. I am looking for something that could fix a rusted axel on a wagon." She says glancing at the small dragon like creature on the man´s shoulder, finding it somehow really cute. "Do you have anything that could help us with that?"
"...and so it came to be that...oh, Ruby my friend, where are you going." Elwyn says to no one in particular as he notices his halfling companion enter a magic shoppe across the street. "Top of the morning good Sir." He says to the proprietor as he enters the shop. "Good thinking Ruby, surely this shopkeeper can use a simple cantrip to repair the axle in question." Elwyn says encouragingly to the hafling.
Ruby & Elwyn- The pseudodragon making a purring sound as Mage Pindu pets it. He says, "Mage Pindu will have to see the item first, but he is confident..." He stops abruptly as Elwyn enters the shop also. "Hello sir, Welcome to Mage Pindu's. I will be with you momentarily." He turns back to Ruby and continues, "As I was saying, Mage Pindu is confident that he will be able to mend the item. Is it near by?"
"Yes, the wagon is right across the street. It would really help us a lot if you could take a look at it." Ruby turns and looks up at Elwyn with a small smile before leading the mage back to Isadore and the others.
Ruby & Elwyn - Mage Pindu lifts Fireball from his shoulder and sets it on a perch near the door. "Watch the shop while Mage Pindu is away, Fireball. Good girl." He then follows you across the street to the wagon. He inspects the damage and says, "Mage Pindu can fix the item. Three castings of the mending cantrip will cost twelve silver pieces." Isadore begins fishing around in a pouch to pay him and Mage Pindu says a few strange words as his hands trace shapes over the axle. He repeats the incantation and hand movements twice more and when he is done the axle is whole and shiny, without a speck of rust. "There, the item is repaired. Will that be all?"
Given the opportunity with two of the new people off at the magic shoppe, Ariana jumps down from the wagon and hurries over to Kulogall. She can spot a fellow outsider.
"Aye, friend. What was your name again?"
After he responds, she slowly pronounces it, trying to commit it to memory. "Got it. Let's sit together on this trek. You gotta tell me all about that silent talking trick."
Wake scratches his chin as he watches Mage Pindu get to work. He asks Isadore, if he would care to have him repair his spectacles before we set off. “Or if you can wait, I can fix them for you tomorrow. I just need the time to prepare the same spell that Mage Pindu is using.”
Wake will take the repair time to introduce himself to the other traveling companions.
”Nice to meet you all. I am Wake, a devotee of the Night White Lady, Selune.”
He is 5’8”, lean and has sea foam greenish skin. He wears scalemail, a war hammer on his right hip and a light crossbow hangs from a strap on his left hip. Slung over his backpack is a shield. The shield is engraved with a design of a pair of eyes surrounded by seven stars on a field of light bluish white.
"Yes, that will be fine." Elwyn says to the mage and hands him the coins. "Nice doing business with you." He then turns to Isadore and the others. "Now that's taken care of. Let's get this show on the road, shall we."
"Nice to meet you too Wake." Says the young half-elf with brown hair, eyes and a small goatee to match, wearing a green cloak over a white shirt, leather pants and soft boots, a weird looking wand shaped like a tentacle tucked into his belt. "I'm Elwyn, Elwyn Wordsmith, and this here is my companion Ruby." The half-elf says tilting his head towards the halfling beside him.
Elwyn - Isadore is still rummaging through a pouch when you pay Mage Pindu. He says, "Hold on there lad, this is my responsibility..." Mage Pindu accepts your coin and returns to his shop. Isadore sighs and says, "You didn't have to do that. Many thanks."
Wake - Isadore turns to you and says, "Oh, I only use 'em for reading. Glad to know you've got the ability though. You can take a look at 'em tomorrow if ye want."
All - Isadore makes a final check of the wagons, their loads, and the mules. He climbs up into the first wagon and calls out to you all, "Well, we're as ready as we'll ever be. Go ahead and climb up into a wagon if you'd like. The mules will follow the wagon ahead as long as someone's holding the reins. If you need 'em to stop just drop the reins and say, 'Whoa...' They'll stop."
Decide among yourselves where you'll be riding or if you're walking. Each wagon seats two and whoever rides in the first wagon will sit beside Isadore. We will use this time to role-play a bit. Feel free to chat with one another or Isadore, or describe what your character is doing if they aren't chatting. I will move the narrative forward after a bit.
The caravan departs Waterdeep and heads North along The High Road. You pass the simple shacks and rickety shelters outside the walls of Waterdeep that give way to farmsteads, then rolling hills. The mules trod steadily along the dusty road as seagulls squawk overhead. You pass other wagons, lone riders on horseback, and people walking. You also see a mounted patrolman riding leisurely along. She waves as she passes. The morning turns to mid-day with more of the same scenery and passersby.
Kulogall looks to Ariana and sends a message, "The communication can come back to me, but needs to come back fairly quick after I send my thoughts to you, within the next 30-60 seconds or so. You appear... disappointed in me. But I would love to sit with you for the journey. I want to hear about your ways of staying fit, stretching, and attacking. Perhaps I can learn from you."
He turns to the mage from the shop and says "A nice piece of work Mage Pindu. I wish that I could do that. I am "jealous", is that the word? of what you have just done." He pauses for a moment, then turns somewhat stiffly to the others assembled, assessing them and coming to the conclusion that they are all part of the same team, with the same assignment. "Welcome Wake, Elwyn, Ruby. My name is Kulogall. While I couldn't fix that axle, I do have magical powers. I don't really know where they come from, but I have them, always have it seems. I know Ariana here, had heard of her before but I don't know you three. We can surely use your help on the trip to Saltmarsh. Ariana and I will ride together, perhaps in this second wagon, how would the rest of you like to ride?"
Wake sees that the others have paired up for today’s travel and will not attempt to break the initial pairings. Likewise, he has no intention of walking so he will ask to ride with Isadore. He hopes to be given the opportunity, intermittently, to take the reigns today as this seems like a useful skill. He also hopes that in the coming days the group can shuffle so that he can learn more about his comrades.
He will test the water in small talk with Isadore asking about where he is from and how many days journey to Saltmarsh. What is the cargo we’re delivering and what is life like in Saltmarsh.
He will volunteer, if Isadore is amenable to conversation, about growing up on the Southern shores of the Tethyrian peninsula in an unnamed fishing village roughly between Velen and Murann. About his journey North after his mother died and how with each turn of a wagon wheel this is the furthest North he’s ever been.
He will also give the grim details of what befell Gimble the gnome and use this opportunity to preach the virtues of Selune (shamelessly).
Since he is in the lead wagon he will also be keeping a watch out since Isadore needs to be focused on the mules in front of him.
Wake - Isadore is amenable to conversation. He rests one foot up on the front board of the wagon and relaxes back into the bench seat as he talks with you, "My clan and family are from Citadel Felbarr in the Silver Marches, northwestern part of Faerun, but I've been a bit of a rolling stone myself. I just like seeing the world I suppose." Isadore rests an arm up on the backrest and leisurely holds the reins in his other hand in his lap. He tosses them with a flick of his wrist now and again as he continues answering your questions, "The mine's about a ten-day from Waterdeep as the crow flies. It'll take us a day or two longer depending on the weather. This time of year it could be as beautiful a day as today and in an hour a real wooly-booger of a storm'll roll in and just piss all over hell. If that happens we'll just have to hunker down and wait for it to pass, I won't risk a mule breaking its leg in the muck. We're hauling supplies for the mining camp. Right now, they're either sleeping in the mine or in tents outside it but we've got the first load of what I suspect will be many more loads of lumber, nails, and what not to build 'em some barracks. We've got some supplies for the mine itself too, pickaxes and the like. But our most precious cargo is the ale." And he gives you a smile and a sly wink. "The boys get roundy without a little libation, like any hard workin' dwarf." Isadore sits up and turns to check on the other wagons before continuing, "Saltmarsh ain't a bad place to be. I'd rather be there than Waterdeep with their masked lords and their politics. Still, the locals in Saltmarsh aren't too keen on outsiders. Especially dwarves. I get it, they feel like we're moving in and getting rich in their backyard, and we are, truth be told, but that's the way the world works. Shouldn't hate a man for wanting to do better for himself. So long as he don't harm you none. They warm up to you if you show 'em you're decent folk." Isadore listens as you tell him of your hometown, your mother, and the rest, splitting his attention between you and the road ahead. "I'm sorry to hear about yer ma. She sounds like a good woman. Well, it's a big world out there Wake. Most folks don't ever leave much further than the town they grew up in. It's a shame. I'm glad you're getting a chance to see it for yourself. He got all banged up did he? Well, that's too bad. Seems like we got a pretty good group though. A lot better than some escorts I've had, let me tell ye. Once I was hauling goods between Baldur's Gate and..."
Isadore continues to talk with you as the miles go by. He's polite enough to listen when you begin proselytizing about Selune, but you can tell he's probably got more faith in Dwarven gods than Elven.
Ruby - Isadore nods and says, "Aye, that it is little one. But even if we had one laying here now, we'd need a repairman and his shop to change the axle."
With your perception check you don't see anything in the immediate area that might work as a replacement axle, but you do notice a shop across the street. The sign out front reads, "Mage Pindu's, Spell Casting Services"
DM I The Forge of Fey Fury
Palifwan "Pal" Turnipson I Level 0 Harengon I Hero's Journey
"Axle, axle. That rather reminds me of the stories of the infamous drow Jarlaxle. Did you know rumors say that he relocated to the city of wonders..." Elwyn starts off on another story, not really making an effort to solve the problem at hand, trusting his resourceful companion Ruby to take care of such worldly matters.
Ariana listens to Elwyn intently for about 12 seconds, until she realizes the story has nothing to do with the problem at hand. She isn't able to hide her eye roll and sigh. She thinks,
"Hey, Cool-uh..., you know, cool triton guy. Can you hear me? If you can, swat that jabbering half-elf. Just say you were swatting a fly or something."
She waits a full minute, watching Kulogall. A disappointed look crosses her face, and she slumps back in her seat in the undamaged wagon. She's clearly impatient and ready to get on with the job, but offers up no solutions to the axle problem.
"Ah, right... don´t really have time for that do we." Ruby replies to Isadore.
Not really listening to the story she thinks about what to do next. "Let me go check out that shop over there." She says as she points to the "Mage Pindu's, Spell Casting Services". "Maybe they´l have something we can use to fix it." She says, not really waiting for a response before going straight to the shop.
“Isadore, unfortunately Gimble was involved in an accident and will not be able to journey with you. My name is Wake. I believe you were expecting me.”
Wilhorn Dustwater | Halfling, Lightfoot | Sorcerer, Divine Soul 2 / Warlock, Celestial 2 | Warriors, LMoP (NathanAscher -DM)
”I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by.” - Douglas Adams
Ruby - You enter the shop and are greeted by a tall, bald, dark-skinned man in colorful patterned robes. He says, "Welcome to Mage Pindu's. How can Mage Pindu be of service? Mage Pindu can offer his skills as a spell caster and he also has a selection of spell scrolls for sale." He then smiles, showing very white and very straight teeth. You then hear the flap of leathery wings, like the sound of someone shaking out a rug, and watch as a small red dragon-like creature lands on Mage Pindu's shoulder. "Ah, Fireball. Say hello to our customer." Says Mage Pindu as he strokes the pseudodragon on its snout.
DM I The Forge of Fey Fury
Palifwan "Pal" Turnipson I Level 0 Harengon I Hero's Journey
Wake - Isadore raises an eyebrow and says, "That's too bad. Thanks for letting me know." Consulting his list, he then says, "Well, you must be... Wake?" He puts away his list and as he's trying to put his spectacles back in his pouch they fall to the ground and shatter. "Son of a hook horror!" He says as he picks up the pieces and stuffs them in his pouch. He half turns to watch Ruby head into a building across the street as he explains the problem with the wagon's axle to you. "What do you think?"
DM I The Forge of Fey Fury
Palifwan "Pal" Turnipson I Level 0 Harengon I Hero's Journey
"Hi, umm.. I am looking for something that could fix a rusted axel on a wagon." She says glancing at the small dragon like creature on the man´s shoulder, finding it somehow really cute. "Do you have anything that could help us with that?"
"...and so it came to be that...oh, Ruby my friend, where are you going." Elwyn says to no one in particular as he notices his halfling companion enter a magic shoppe across the street.
"Top of the morning good Sir." He says to the proprietor as he enters the shop. "Good thinking Ruby, surely this shopkeeper can use a simple cantrip to repair the axle in question." Elwyn says encouragingly to the hafling.
Ruby & Elwyn- The pseudodragon making a purring sound as Mage Pindu pets it. He says, "Mage Pindu will have to see the item first, but he is confident..." He stops abruptly as Elwyn enters the shop also. "Hello sir, Welcome to Mage Pindu's. I will be with you momentarily." He turns back to Ruby and continues, "As I was saying, Mage Pindu is confident that he will be able to mend the item. Is it near by?"
DM I The Forge of Fey Fury
Palifwan "Pal" Turnipson I Level 0 Harengon I Hero's Journey
"Yes, the wagon is right across the street. It would really help us a lot if you could take a look at it." Ruby turns and looks up at Elwyn with a small smile before leading the mage back to Isadore and the others.
Ruby & Elwyn - Mage Pindu lifts Fireball from his shoulder and sets it on a perch near the door. "Watch the shop while Mage Pindu is away, Fireball. Good girl." He then follows you across the street to the wagon. He inspects the damage and says, "Mage Pindu can fix the item. Three castings of the mending cantrip will cost twelve silver pieces." Isadore begins fishing around in a pouch to pay him and Mage Pindu says a few strange words as his hands trace shapes over the axle. He repeats the incantation and hand movements twice more and when he is done the axle is whole and shiny, without a speck of rust. "There, the item is repaired. Will that be all?"
DM I The Forge of Fey Fury
Palifwan "Pal" Turnipson I Level 0 Harengon I Hero's Journey
Given the opportunity with two of the new people off at the magic shoppe, Ariana jumps down from the wagon and hurries over to Kulogall. She can spot a fellow outsider.
"Aye, friend. What was your name again?"
After he responds, she slowly pronounces it, trying to commit it to memory. "Got it. Let's sit together on this trek. You gotta tell me all about that silent talking trick."
Wake scratches his chin as he watches Mage Pindu get to work. He asks Isadore, if he would care to have him repair his spectacles before we set off. “Or if you can wait, I can fix them for you tomorrow. I just need the time to prepare the same spell that Mage Pindu is using.”
Wilhorn Dustwater | Halfling, Lightfoot | Sorcerer, Divine Soul 2 / Warlock, Celestial 2 | Warriors, LMoP (NathanAscher -DM)
”I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by.” - Douglas Adams
Wake will take the repair time to introduce himself to the other traveling companions.
”Nice to meet you all. I am Wake, a devotee of the Night White Lady, Selune.”
He is 5’8”, lean and has sea foam greenish skin. He wears scalemail, a war hammer on his right hip and a light crossbow hangs from a strap on his left hip. Slung over his backpack is a shield. The shield is engraved with a design of a pair of eyes surrounded by seven stars on a field of light bluish white.
Wilhorn Dustwater | Halfling, Lightfoot | Sorcerer, Divine Soul 2 / Warlock, Celestial 2 | Warriors, LMoP (NathanAscher -DM)
”I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by.” - Douglas Adams
"Yes, that will be fine." Elwyn says to the mage and hands him the coins. "Nice doing business with you."
He then turns to Isadore and the others. "Now that's taken care of. Let's get this show on the road, shall we."
"Nice to meet you too Wake." Says the young half-elf with brown hair, eyes and a small goatee to match, wearing a green cloak over a white shirt, leather pants and soft boots, a weird looking wand shaped like a tentacle tucked into his belt. "I'm Elwyn, Elwyn Wordsmith, and this here is my companion Ruby." The half-elf says tilting his head towards the halfling beside him.
Elwyn - Isadore is still rummaging through a pouch when you pay Mage Pindu. He says, "Hold on there lad, this is my responsibility..." Mage Pindu accepts your coin and returns to his shop. Isadore sighs and says, "You didn't have to do that. Many thanks."
Wake - Isadore turns to you and says, "Oh, I only use 'em for reading. Glad to know you've got the ability though. You can take a look at 'em tomorrow if ye want."
All - Isadore makes a final check of the wagons, their loads, and the mules. He climbs up into the first wagon and calls out to you all, "Well, we're as ready as we'll ever be. Go ahead and climb up into a wagon if you'd like. The mules will follow the wagon ahead as long as someone's holding the reins. If you need 'em to stop just drop the reins and say, 'Whoa...' They'll stop."
Decide among yourselves where you'll be riding or if you're walking. Each wagon seats two and whoever rides in the first wagon will sit beside Isadore. We will use this time to role-play a bit. Feel free to chat with one another or Isadore, or describe what your character is doing if they aren't chatting. I will move the narrative forward after a bit.
The caravan departs Waterdeep and heads North along The High Road. You pass the simple shacks and rickety shelters outside the walls of Waterdeep that give way to farmsteads, then rolling hills. The mules trod steadily along the dusty road as seagulls squawk overhead. You pass other wagons, lone riders on horseback, and people walking. You also see a mounted patrolman riding leisurely along. She waves as she passes. The morning turns to mid-day with more of the same scenery and passersby.
DM I The Forge of Fey Fury
Palifwan "Pal" Turnipson I Level 0 Harengon I Hero's Journey
Kulogall looks to Ariana and sends a message, "The communication can come back to me, but needs to come back fairly quick after I send my thoughts to you, within the next 30-60 seconds or so. You appear... disappointed in me. But I would love to sit with you for the journey. I want to hear about your ways of staying fit, stretching, and attacking. Perhaps I can learn from you."
He turns to the mage from the shop and says "A nice piece of work Mage Pindu. I wish that I could do that. I am "jealous", is that the word? of what you have just done." He pauses for a moment, then turns somewhat stiffly to the others assembled, assessing them and coming to the conclusion that they are all part of the same team, with the same assignment. "Welcome Wake, Elwyn, Ruby. My name is Kulogall. While I couldn't fix that axle, I do have magical powers. I don't really know where they come from, but I have them, always have it seems. I know Ariana here, had heard of her before but I don't know you three. We can surely use your help on the trip to Saltmarsh. Ariana and I will ride together, perhaps in this second wagon, how would the rest of you like to ride?"
Wake sees that the others have paired up for today’s travel and will not attempt to break the initial pairings. Likewise, he has no intention of walking so he will ask to ride with Isadore. He hopes to be given the opportunity, intermittently, to take the reigns today as this seems like a useful skill. He also hopes that in the coming days the group can shuffle so that he can learn more about his comrades.
He will test the water in small talk with Isadore asking about where he is from and how many days journey to Saltmarsh. What is the cargo we’re delivering and what is life like in Saltmarsh.
He will volunteer, if Isadore is amenable to conversation, about growing up on the Southern shores of the Tethyrian peninsula in an unnamed fishing village roughly between Velen and Murann. About his journey North after his mother died and how with each turn of a wagon wheel this is the furthest North he’s ever been.
He will also give the grim details of what befell Gimble the gnome and use this opportunity to preach the virtues of Selune (shamelessly).
Since he is in the lead wagon he will also be keeping a watch out since Isadore needs to be focused on the mules in front of him.
Wilhorn Dustwater | Halfling, Lightfoot | Sorcerer, Divine Soul 2 / Warlock, Celestial 2 | Warriors, LMoP (NathanAscher -DM)
”I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by.” - Douglas Adams
Wake - Isadore is amenable to conversation. He rests one foot up on the front board of the wagon and relaxes back into the bench seat as he talks with you, "My clan and family are from Citadel Felbarr in the Silver Marches, northwestern part of Faerun, but I've been a bit of a rolling stone myself. I just like seeing the world I suppose." Isadore rests an arm up on the backrest and leisurely holds the reins in his other hand in his lap. He tosses them with a flick of his wrist now and again as he continues answering your questions, "The mine's about a ten-day from Waterdeep as the crow flies. It'll take us a day or two longer depending on the weather. This time of year it could be as beautiful a day as today and in an hour a real wooly-booger of a storm'll roll in and just piss all over hell. If that happens we'll just have to hunker down and wait for it to pass, I won't risk a mule breaking its leg in the muck. We're hauling supplies for the mining camp. Right now, they're either sleeping in the mine or in tents outside it but we've got the first load of what I suspect will be many more loads of lumber, nails, and what not to build 'em some barracks. We've got some supplies for the mine itself too, pickaxes and the like. But our most precious cargo is the ale." And he gives you a smile and a sly wink. "The boys get roundy without a little libation, like any hard workin' dwarf." Isadore sits up and turns to check on the other wagons before continuing, "Saltmarsh ain't a bad place to be. I'd rather be there than Waterdeep with their masked lords and their politics. Still, the locals in Saltmarsh aren't too keen on outsiders. Especially dwarves. I get it, they feel like we're moving in and getting rich in their backyard, and we are, truth be told, but that's the way the world works. Shouldn't hate a man for wanting to do better for himself. So long as he don't harm you none. They warm up to you if you show 'em you're decent folk." Isadore listens as you tell him of your hometown, your mother, and the rest, splitting his attention between you and the road ahead. "I'm sorry to hear about yer ma. She sounds like a good woman. Well, it's a big world out there Wake. Most folks don't ever leave much further than the town they grew up in. It's a shame. I'm glad you're getting a chance to see it for yourself. He got all banged up did he? Well, that's too bad. Seems like we got a pretty good group though. A lot better than some escorts I've had, let me tell ye. Once I was hauling goods between Baldur's Gate and..."
Isadore continues to talk with you as the miles go by. He's polite enough to listen when you begin proselytizing about Selune, but you can tell he's probably got more faith in Dwarven gods than Elven.
DM I The Forge of Fey Fury
Palifwan "Pal" Turnipson I Level 0 Harengon I Hero's Journey