As Droknin makes his way to a higher spot, he feels the exhilaration of the adrenaline coursing through his body. He feels young again. It's like he's jumping from the trees in a forest when he was a cub. He sights the Dragon as it disappears into the could. It has been a long while, but Droknin Palemane grins from ear to ear. He takes a deep breath, then roars like has has not roared for quite some time. He goes down to one knee, holding Mlinsi with one hand, and he closes his unpatched eye. "My beloved Brother." He says to himself. "I have found a worthy quarry. I ask that you grant me the strength to defeat it when the moment comes."
Kazri - Level 10 Human Paladin (Oath of the Ancients) - The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks Droknin Palemane - Level 4 Leonin Barbarian (Path of the Beast) - Where the Cold Winds Blow... A Lost Mines of Phandelver Story Faelan (Cottontail) Whisperwind - Level 3 Ranger (Fey Wanderer) - Zorg's Lost Souls II
"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
Over the next few minutes, more citizens emerge from their homes and talk nervously with their neighbors in the street about what just happened. The small group gathered across the village green moves to the Shrine of Tymora, carrying what appears to be a wounded man.
Sildar, after staring after the dragon for some time, turns to the others in the street. "I must go speak with the townmaster. Any of you with the heart to help these people, or at least willing to sell your skills for good coin and a good cause, come seek me out there. I see there is much work that needs doing here in Phandalin." He then strides purposefully down the road in the early morning light.
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PC - Ethel - Human - Lvl 4 Necromancer - Undying Dragons * [Sound of Cork Popping] - Kenku - Lvl 3 Lore Bard - Everasil
DM -(Homebrew) Heroes of Bardstown *Red Dead Annihilation: ToA *Where the Cold Winds Blow : DoIP * Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts: HotDQ * Red Wine, Black Rose: CoS * Greyhawk: Tides of War
From the roof top, Droknin hears a human speak. He looks like someone that has authority, and perhaps he is talking about the dragon. Droknin makes his way down, and follows Sildar.
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"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
For all that is holy, why does trouble always find me? The tiefling woman shuts her eyes tightly to try and get rid of the memory of the dragon above her head, only opening them when she hears the familiar voice call out. She waits for a moment, concluding that Sidar surely is an old fool and is about to get killed, and that she has no responsibility whatsoever. Then, she brushes the red ribbon in her hair, and catches up to him and his newfound Leonin companion. She glances up at the cat-like figure, and notices with a little visible surprise that he does not seem to be shaken by a dragon's appearence right outside the tavern's windows.
"You know, most sensible people would have chosen a different... hiding spot." she remarks with some irony in her tone. She did not miss the sight of the alien figure making his way down from the roof of the building a couple moments ago, and could not help but adress it.
Those who follow Sildar Hallwinter eventually reach the Townmaster's home. The Townmaster’s hall has sturdy stone walls, a pitched wooden roof, and a bell tower at the back. Posted on a board next to the front door is a notice written in Common. It reads: “REWARD—Orcs near Wyvern Tor! Those of a mind to face the orc menace should inquire within.” The notice bears the town’s seal and an indecipherable signature.
Sildar, a man of at least 50 and without his armor or weapons, nevertheless projects an air of authority as he pounds on the heavy wooden door. "Townmaster! We have business that must not wait any longer!"
After a few moments there is the sound of a lock turning. And then another lock. And then a chain sliding. Eventually the door opens to reveal a portly, middle-aged human with a trimmed beard and a fine tunic. "I'm sorry but you must understand we are very busy here -". Sildar doesn't allow the man to finish and pushes his way inside, over the man's shocked protest. Once inside he rounds on the man and begins to question him.
"My name is Sildar Hallwinter, representative of Lord Neverember and of the Lord's Alliance. You are Harbin Wester, Townsmaster of Phandalin, are you not?"
The portly man sports a startled look, "Why yes. What is this all about?"
Sildar continues, "The Lord's Alliance has taken a great interest in this town. These hills are a constant source of goblin raids and bandit troubles for the surrounding countryside. And yet, with the ample mineral resources here, it is also a place capable of supporting a thriving community. The ruins here are a testament to that. The Lords believe that Phandalin can be restored a measure of its former glory and that is such can be accomplished, it will do much to enhance the security and prosperity of this entire region."
Harbin stares at him blankly. "That sounds wonderful. Glad to have your support. Will that be all...?"
"And yet..." Sildar continues, "There is much that is not well in Phandalin. And I am not even talking about the dragon. I traveled here with Gundren Rockseeker. He and his brothers have located the... an old dwarven mine. A very prosperous mine, if the stories are to be believed. Its the kind of resource that could jumpstart the recovery of Phandalin. I planned to assist the Rockseekers on behalf of the Lords Alliance. But we were ambushed enroute. Ambushed by goblins who somehow knew of Gundren's discovery and who were watching the roads and waiting for us."
"Not only that, but there is the matter of Iarno Albrek. He was another representative of the Lords Alliance, sent here months ago to assist the town. There has been no word from him and other than a few folk at the inn who recall a wizard coming into town, its as though he completely vanished." He pauses. "None of this is a coincidence. Iarno's disappearance. The ambush set against us on the road. Someone is working against our interests, and that someone is here in Phandalin."
"Townsmaster, on behalf of the Lords Alliance, I will be assuming operational control over this settlement until such time as we get to the bottom of this."
As Harbin Wester begins to sputter a confused retort, Sildar turns to those who have accompanied him. "New friends, there is much work to do here in Phandalin. If you are willing to help, I am able to authorize payment to you on behalf of the Lords Alliance. I understand the dragon was... cause for excitement this morning, but it will need to remain a problem for another day. Likewise, while I long to send rescue after Gundren Rockseeker, we know not where is being held. For the moment, I ask instead for your help in rooting out the harmful elements here in Phandalin. I suspect the cancer is connected with these 'Redbrands' and I suspect they had something to do with what became of my ally, Iarno Albrek. If you will investigate this matter and find out for me what became of Iarno, I will pay you 200gp. What say you? Will you help us?"
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PC - Ethel - Human - Lvl 4 Necromancer - Undying Dragons * [Sound of Cork Popping] - Kenku - Lvl 3 Lore Bard - Everasil
DM -(Homebrew) Heroes of Bardstown *Red Dead Annihilation: ToA *Where the Cold Winds Blow : DoIP * Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts: HotDQ * Red Wine, Black Rose: CoS * Greyhawk: Tides of War
There are very few things in life that Droknin is afraid of. When he was a cub, he remembers the old shaman telling stories about horned creatures that walked on two legs, that would suck your soul right out of your body by just locking eyes with you. He did put on a good show (minor illusion), and that memory stuck with the Lenonin for life. Now, one of those creatures was literally walking right next to him, and “she” just addressed him. He walks ahead so that he is able to hide the fact that he’s trying to avoid her gaze. “Madam, there is no reason to hide from such formidable foe.” He almost turns his head for a second. “I Uhmmm… I must follow the old the fellow there. If you will excuse me.” He quickens his pace.
When they reach the Townmaster’s hall. “Orcs, killing orcs could be a nice sport.” When Sildar starts talking about Goblins, the town, and a Wizard, Droknin almost falls asleep, even letting out a loud snore. He was about to say something when he heard that the dragon business would be delayed, but he got his interest back when there was talks of a reward, and he raises his hand. “Ummm, excuse me. Is that 200gp per person?”
Kazri - Level 10 Human Paladin (Oath of the Ancients) - The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks Droknin Palemane - Level 4 Leonin Barbarian (Path of the Beast) - Where the Cold Winds Blow... A Lost Mines of Phandelver Story Faelan (Cottontail) Whisperwind - Level 3 Ranger (Fey Wanderer) - Zorg's Lost Souls II
"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
Alright, she thinks to herself, seeing the Leonin's haste. She notices that something is off about his behaviour, a glimpse of uneasiness, but she does not make much of it. One way or other, that is what her presence often invokes. She decides not to push the matter further - nothing good would come from it. She lags behind, recalling the strange answer she got a moment ago. There is no reason to hide...
Arriving to the Townmaster's place, Keashirryl takes mental note of the orc attacks, then follows Sidar inside. She looks the townmaster up and down while listening to the conversation, constantly forming new questions. So this is why the old man was asking about Iarno earlier, she concludes, turning her gaze to Sidar.
"You can count on my aid. There is no sign of Gundren so far, but if we gain the trust of the locals and can finally cease to hush our voices because of these Redbrands, we might be able to learn more." she answers, regardless of the final sum they are offered. She had made a promise, and she doubts that the amount of gold would change anything about her obligations now.
Then, she turns to the townmaster. "But first... tell me more about these Redbrands. How many of them are here in Phandalin? Are they well organised? Do they have a leader, and if so, who?” She pauses for a moment, staring firmly at the man in front of her. “And what prevented you from trying to stop them? It must be financially demanding to feed a group of self-proclaimed mercenaries. It must have been in your best interest to get rid of them.”
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Olan arrives at the Townmaster’s hall a few paces behind the others, for no old man finds necessity or pleasure in rushing himself - even one who is infused with the power of a nimble air spirit. He pauses for a moment, frowning, as Sildar barges forward disregarding the meagre protests of Harbin Wester. How very rude, muses the dwarf. This generation has no decorum.
Once at the doorway, he perches cross-legged on the pinnacle of his stave - perfectly balanced - and turns his attention to Sildar’s speech. Naturally, his interest is kindled at the mention of a dwarven mine… perhaps he knows of it? (History: 8). He also takes note of the Tiefling’s assertiveness, not without some amusement.
The townsmaster, Harbin Wester, groans with frustration as he feels himself being marginalized by these new folk who have only just arrived in his town. In response to Keashirryl's question, he stammers out, "The Redbrands? Why, they are just a mercenary guild, and not all that much trouble, really. They keep to themselves mostly and aren't looking for any nasty business. In fact, the very last thing we need is someone starting fights. This a quiet little hillside community, and we aim to keep it that way. I really have to ask you to reconsider this foolishness." The last sentence is directed at Sildar.
Sildar, meanwhile, responds to Droknin. "That would be 200 for the job, in total. If the purse is too light for your taste, consider it the first of more work to come." Unshaved for several days, he scratches the stubble forming on his chin. "Of course, I have heard these Redbrands have been taxing the locals. If so, I would like to see some of that coin returned to the people, if you find it... though I'm sure no one would begrudge you a 'finder's fee' percentage of that."
Olan:
There are many old mines in these hills, some of which were said to be quite lucrative. But all this fuss over one little mine... it rings some bells but you can't seem to recall all the details. Something about a hidden forge and an alliance with wizards. Real high fantasy, bedtime story stuff. But you vaguely recall hearing about such a place, which was lost or destroyed somewhere in these hills centuries ago. Could it be that is what the Rockseeker's have found?
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PC - Ethel - Human - Lvl 4 Necromancer - Undying Dragons * [Sound of Cork Popping] - Kenku - Lvl 3 Lore Bard - Everasil
DM -(Homebrew) Heroes of Bardstown *Red Dead Annihilation: ToA *Where the Cold Winds Blow : DoIP * Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts: HotDQ * Red Wine, Black Rose: CoS * Greyhawk: Tides of War
Once everyone is in the Townmaster’s hall, Droknin positions himself not too close, but parallel to the devil woman. He purposely places one of Mlinzi’s blades next to his face, so that it blocks her from his view. He shudders at the thought that he almost gazed upon her on their way to this hall. However, once the devil woman starts to speak, he finds that the person is full of wisdom. That she actually reminds him of the old Shaman. The very one that warned him about such people as herself. He ponders regarding the meaning of all that has happened since he arrived at this town.
Sildar interrupts his thoughts. “Yes, of course. You have my blade Human.” He brings Mlinzi forward to emphasize that he speaks true, but he quickly brings it back so that it blocks his face.
Kazri - Level 10 Human Paladin (Oath of the Ancients) - The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks Droknin Palemane - Level 4 Leonin Barbarian (Path of the Beast) - Where the Cold Winds Blow... A Lost Mines of Phandelver Story Faelan (Cottontail) Whisperwind - Level 3 Ranger (Fey Wanderer) - Zorg's Lost Souls II
"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
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Listening carefully, Keashirryl raises an eyebrow as she measures the townmaster’s words against what she had already heard. “That is exactly what everyone else around here told me. They seemed absolutely cheerful, the atmosphere almost makes me think about settling down in Phandalin.”
She locks her eyes with the strange man, and tries to look for any telling signs of distorting or avoiding the truth. (Insight: 9 )
As soon as she is not concentrating fully on the conversation at hand, she nods to the entering dwarf, aknowledging his presence and welcoming him in this semi-distant manner.
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PC - Ethel - Human - Lvl 4 Necromancer - Undying Dragons * [Sound of Cork Popping] - Kenku - Lvl 3 Lore Bard - Everasil
DM -(Homebrew) Heroes of Bardstown *Red Dead Annihilation: ToA *Where the Cold Winds Blow : DoIP * Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts: HotDQ * Red Wine, Black Rose: CoS * Greyhawk: Tides of War
Keashirryl, the townmaster is clearly upset at your presence here and with Sildar pushing him around. However, you get the impression this has more to do with an alpha male, 'I'm supposed to be the one in charge here' tantrum than about anything suspicious.
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PC - Ethel - Human - Lvl 4 Necromancer - Undying Dragons * [Sound of Cork Popping] - Kenku - Lvl 3 Lore Bard - Everasil
DM -(Homebrew) Heroes of Bardstown *Red Dead Annihilation: ToA *Where the Cold Winds Blow : DoIP * Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts: HotDQ * Red Wine, Black Rose: CoS * Greyhawk: Tides of War
Olan clasps his hands together, and stares blankly into space. "Gold holds little sway over my heart. However, this business with Iarno and Gundred intrigues me... I would accept the task for they alone" he mutters, then turns to Sildar more assertively: "Where can we start?"
(Before Olan speaks) Since everyone went quiet, Droknin figured the meeting was over. He holds Mlinzi with both paws. "Well then. Where can we find these 'Redbrands'? The sooner we find them, the sooner we can find your friend... Uhmm. What's his name again? The Wizard. No matter. I am sure, he will be found him in due time." Droknin just wanted to get over the trivial tasks, so that he could get back on the business of dealing with the Dragon.
"I am ready to chop some heads off..." The Leonin continues, then he hears Olan speak. "Well... I meant, if we are not able to talk some sense into those folks first. Of course." Droknin is ready to hunt Redbrands when the other adventurers are also ready.
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Kazri - Level 10 Human Paladin (Oath of the Ancients) - The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks Droknin Palemane - Level 4 Leonin Barbarian (Path of the Beast) - Where the Cold Winds Blow... A Lost Mines of Phandelver Story Faelan (Cottontail) Whisperwind - Level 3 Ranger (Fey Wanderer) - Zorg's Lost Souls II
"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
Having been keeping to himself quietly for the entire time, Mud followed everyone silently, a little surprised no one has seen him. He steps forward, looking Sildar in the eye as an equal, as a way of saying 'I may be small and unnoticeable, but I'm not one to be counted out'. "I will assist you, but not for gold, nor for fame, nor for even personal satisfaction, but for reasons that will reveal themselves in the proper time."He looked at the town master with a disdainful look, instantly not liking this man due to his sputtering and unsavory actions and looks.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Sildar nods in appreciation to the strangers who have accepted this challenge, while the townmaster scowls.
”Thank you. While some of you have offered to help without charge, my offer stands. 200gp if you can get to the bottom of this Redbrand mystery, find what became of Iarno, and either confirm or rule out that these Rebrands were involved in the kidnapping of Gundren.”
Sildar considers Olan’s question. “The townsfolk say the Redbrands moved into the ruined manor on the hill, though they also claim there are no lights there at night, raising some doubts in my mind. It is also said that they have taken over the Sleeping Giant Inn here in town. You may wish to start your investigation at either location. It could also benefit you to consult with more of the townsfolk or local merchants. I only know what I was able to learn at the Stonehill Inn last night. There may be more to this story if you ask around.” Sildar turns and locks eyes with the townmaster, though he continues to speak to the four of you. “If you have news, or if you need to speak to me, I will be here. I think the townmaster and I have much to discuss.”
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PC - Ethel - Human - Lvl 4 Necromancer - Undying Dragons * [Sound of Cork Popping] - Kenku - Lvl 3 Lore Bard - Everasil
DM -(Homebrew) Heroes of Bardstown *Red Dead Annihilation: ToA *Where the Cold Winds Blow : DoIP * Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts: HotDQ * Red Wine, Black Rose: CoS * Greyhawk: Tides of War
“WOW!” Droknin shows his fangs, and hisses at the unexpected voice of Mud that is right next to him. “Ohh, it is you Little Rabbit.” The Leonin retracts his claws. “Obviously I knew you were there all along.” He pats the Kobold’s head, as he walks outside of the Townmaster’s hall. “I may have only one good eye.” Droknin says to no one in particular. “However, this good one right here is as sharp as a hawk’s one, mind you.” He stands outside with Mlinzi ready to go. “Where shall we start?”
Kazri - Level 10 Human Paladin (Oath of the Ancients) - The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks Droknin Palemane - Level 4 Leonin Barbarian (Path of the Beast) - Where the Cold Winds Blow... A Lost Mines of Phandelver Story Faelan (Cottontail) Whisperwind - Level 3 Ranger (Fey Wanderer) - Zorg's Lost Souls II
"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
Mud watches Droknin with a careful eye as he gets a little handsy. He steps outside and leans against the wall. "We can start wherever seems like a good place to start. We could question some townsfolk or merchants, or check the ruined manor. Personally, I feel we should check the inn, since there will probably be some townsfolk and merchants on break there, so we could question as we investigate. Kill two birds with one stone sort of deal."
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The road outside runs east and west. West leads back toward the town square and the Stonehill Inn where you all spent the night. East, the road rises up a gentle slope, eventually reaching a large building. It is not quite a mansion, not quite a fortified keep… instead a blend of the two. Even from this distance you can tell it is in grave disrepair with sections of the roof collapsed.
Coming down the road in your direction are three human men in reddish brown cloaks the color of muddy clay. At each home and business along the way they stop and hammer a paper notice in the doorjamb or porch railing before moving on to the next building.
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PC - Ethel - Human - Lvl 4 Necromancer - Undying Dragons * [Sound of Cork Popping] - Kenku - Lvl 3 Lore Bard - Everasil
DM -(Homebrew) Heroes of Bardstown *Red Dead Annihilation: ToA *Where the Cold Winds Blow : DoIP * Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts: HotDQ * Red Wine, Black Rose: CoS * Greyhawk: Tides of War
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As Droknin makes his way to a higher spot, he feels the exhilaration of the adrenaline coursing through his body. He feels young again. It's like he's jumping from the trees in a forest when he was a cub. He sights the Dragon as it disappears into the could. It has been a long while, but Droknin Palemane grins from ear to ear. He takes a deep breath, then roars like has has not roared for quite some time. He goes down to one knee, holding Mlinsi with one hand, and he closes his unpatched eye. "My beloved Brother." He says to himself. "I have found a worthy quarry. I ask that you grant me the strength to defeat it when the moment comes."
Kazri - Level 10 Human Paladin (Oath of the Ancients) - The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks
Droknin Palemane - Level 4 Leonin Barbarian (Path of the Beast) - Where the Cold Winds Blow... A Lost Mines of Phandelver Story
Faelan (Cottontail) Whisperwind - Level 3 Ranger (Fey Wanderer) - Zorg's Lost Souls II
"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
Over the next few minutes, more citizens emerge from their homes and talk nervously with their neighbors in the street about what just happened. The small group gathered across the village green moves to the Shrine of Tymora, carrying what appears to be a wounded man.
Sildar, after staring after the dragon for some time, turns to the others in the street. "I must go speak with the townmaster. Any of you with the heart to help these people, or at least willing to sell your skills for good coin and a good cause, come seek me out there. I see there is much work that needs doing here in Phandalin." He then strides purposefully down the road in the early morning light.
PC - Ethel - Human - Lvl 4 Necromancer - Undying Dragons * [Sound of Cork Popping] - Kenku - Lvl 3 Lore Bard - Everasil
DM - (Homebrew) Heroes of Bardstown * Red Dead Annihilation: ToA * Where the Cold Winds Blow : DoIP * Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts: HotDQ * Red Wine, Black Rose: CoS * Greyhawk: Tides of War
From the roof top, Droknin hears a human speak. He looks like someone that has authority, and perhaps he is talking about the dragon. Droknin makes his way down, and follows Sildar.
Kazri - Level 10 Human Paladin (Oath of the Ancients) - The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks
Droknin Palemane - Level 4 Leonin Barbarian (Path of the Beast) - Where the Cold Winds Blow... A Lost Mines of Phandelver Story
Faelan (Cottontail) Whisperwind - Level 3 Ranger (Fey Wanderer) - Zorg's Lost Souls II
"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
For all that is holy, why does trouble always find me? The tiefling woman shuts her eyes tightly to try and get rid of the memory of the dragon above her head, only opening them when she hears the familiar voice call out. She waits for a moment, concluding that Sidar surely is an old fool and is about to get killed, and that she has no responsibility whatsoever. Then, she brushes the red ribbon in her hair, and catches up to him and his newfound Leonin companion. She glances up at the cat-like figure, and notices with a little visible surprise that he does not seem to be shaken by a dragon's appearence right outside the tavern's windows.
"You know, most sensible people would have chosen a different... hiding spot." she remarks with some irony in her tone. She did not miss the sight of the alien figure making his way down from the roof of the building a couple moments ago, and could not help but adress it.
Those who follow Sildar Hallwinter eventually reach the Townmaster's home. The Townmaster’s hall has sturdy stone walls, a pitched wooden roof, and a bell tower at the back. Posted on a board next to the front door is a notice written in Common. It reads: “REWARD—Orcs near Wyvern Tor! Those of a mind to face the orc menace should inquire within.” The notice bears the town’s seal and an indecipherable signature.
Sildar, a man of at least 50 and without his armor or weapons, nevertheless projects an air of authority as he pounds on the heavy wooden door. "Townmaster! We have business that must not wait any longer!"
After a few moments there is the sound of a lock turning. And then another lock. And then a chain sliding. Eventually the door opens to reveal a portly, middle-aged human with a trimmed beard and a fine tunic. "I'm sorry but you must understand we are very busy here -". Sildar doesn't allow the man to finish and pushes his way inside, over the man's shocked protest. Once inside he rounds on the man and begins to question him.
"My name is Sildar Hallwinter, representative of Lord Neverember and of the Lord's Alliance. You are Harbin Wester, Townsmaster of Phandalin, are you not?"
The portly man sports a startled look, "Why yes. What is this all about?"
Sildar continues, "The Lord's Alliance has taken a great interest in this town. These hills are a constant source of goblin raids and bandit troubles for the surrounding countryside. And yet, with the ample mineral resources here, it is also a place capable of supporting a thriving community. The ruins here are a testament to that. The Lords believe that Phandalin can be restored a measure of its former glory and that is such can be accomplished, it will do much to enhance the security and prosperity of this entire region."
Harbin stares at him blankly. "That sounds wonderful. Glad to have your support. Will that be all...?"
"And yet..." Sildar continues, "There is much that is not well in Phandalin. And I am not even talking about the dragon. I traveled here with Gundren Rockseeker. He and his brothers have located the... an old dwarven mine. A very prosperous mine, if the stories are to be believed. Its the kind of resource that could jumpstart the recovery of Phandalin. I planned to assist the Rockseekers on behalf of the Lords Alliance. But we were ambushed enroute. Ambushed by goblins who somehow knew of Gundren's discovery and who were watching the roads and waiting for us."
"Not only that, but there is the matter of Iarno Albrek. He was another representative of the Lords Alliance, sent here months ago to assist the town. There has been no word from him and other than a few folk at the inn who recall a wizard coming into town, its as though he completely vanished." He pauses. "None of this is a coincidence. Iarno's disappearance. The ambush set against us on the road. Someone is working against our interests, and that someone is here in Phandalin."
"Townsmaster, on behalf of the Lords Alliance, I will be assuming operational control over this settlement until such time as we get to the bottom of this."
As Harbin Wester begins to sputter a confused retort, Sildar turns to those who have accompanied him. "New friends, there is much work to do here in Phandalin. If you are willing to help, I am able to authorize payment to you on behalf of the Lords Alliance. I understand the dragon was... cause for excitement this morning, but it will need to remain a problem for another day. Likewise, while I long to send rescue after Gundren Rockseeker, we know not where is being held. For the moment, I ask instead for your help in rooting out the harmful elements here in Phandalin. I suspect the cancer is connected with these 'Redbrands' and I suspect they had something to do with what became of my ally, Iarno Albrek. If you will investigate this matter and find out for me what became of Iarno, I will pay you 200gp. What say you? Will you help us?"
PC - Ethel - Human - Lvl 4 Necromancer - Undying Dragons * [Sound of Cork Popping] - Kenku - Lvl 3 Lore Bard - Everasil
DM - (Homebrew) Heroes of Bardstown * Red Dead Annihilation: ToA * Where the Cold Winds Blow : DoIP * Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts: HotDQ * Red Wine, Black Rose: CoS * Greyhawk: Tides of War
There are very few things in life that Droknin is afraid of. When he was a cub, he remembers the old shaman telling stories about horned creatures that walked on two legs, that would suck your soul right out of your body by just locking eyes with you. He did put on a good show (minor illusion), and that memory stuck with the Lenonin for life. Now, one of those creatures was literally walking right next to him, and “she” just addressed him. He walks ahead so that he is able to hide the fact that he’s trying to avoid her gaze. “Madam, there is no reason to hide from such formidable foe.” He almost turns his head for a second. “I Uhmmm… I must follow the old the fellow there. If you will excuse me.” He quickens his pace.
When they reach the Townmaster’s hall. “Orcs, killing orcs could be a nice sport.” When Sildar starts talking about Goblins, the town, and a Wizard, Droknin almost falls asleep, even letting out a loud snore. He was about to say something when he heard that the dragon business would be delayed, but he got his interest back when there was talks of a reward, and he raises his hand. “Ummm, excuse me. Is that 200gp per person?”
Kazri - Level 10 Human Paladin (Oath of the Ancients) - The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks
Droknin Palemane - Level 4 Leonin Barbarian (Path of the Beast) - Where the Cold Winds Blow... A Lost Mines of Phandelver Story
Faelan (Cottontail) Whisperwind - Level 3 Ranger (Fey Wanderer) - Zorg's Lost Souls II
"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
Alright, she thinks to herself, seeing the Leonin's haste. She notices that something is off about his behaviour, a glimpse of uneasiness, but she does not make much of it. One way or other, that is what her presence often invokes. She decides not to push the matter further - nothing good would come from it. She lags behind, recalling the strange answer she got a moment ago. There is no reason to hide...
Arriving to the Townmaster's place, Keashirryl takes mental note of the orc attacks, then follows Sidar inside. She looks the townmaster up and down while listening to the conversation, constantly forming new questions. So this is why the old man was asking about Iarno earlier, she concludes, turning her gaze to Sidar.
"You can count on my aid. There is no sign of Gundren so far, but if we gain the trust of the locals and can finally cease to hush our voices because of these Redbrands, we might be able to learn more." she answers, regardless of the final sum they are offered. She had made a promise, and she doubts that the amount of gold would change anything about her obligations now.
Then, she turns to the townmaster. "But first... tell me more about these Redbrands. How many of them are here in Phandalin? Are they well organised? Do they have a leader, and if so, who?” She pauses for a moment, staring firmly at the man in front of her. “And what prevented you from trying to stop them? It must be financially demanding to feed a group of self-proclaimed mercenaries. It must have been in your best interest to get rid of them.”
Olan arrives at the Townmaster’s hall a few paces behind the others, for no old man finds necessity or pleasure in rushing himself - even one who is infused with the power of a nimble air spirit. He pauses for a moment, frowning, as Sildar barges forward disregarding the meagre protests of Harbin Wester. How very rude, muses the dwarf. This generation has no decorum.
Once at the doorway, he perches cross-legged on the pinnacle of his stave - perfectly balanced - and turns his attention to Sildar’s speech. Naturally, his interest is kindled at the mention of a dwarven mine… perhaps he knows of it? (History: 8). He also takes note of the Tiefling’s assertiveness, not without some amusement.
The townsmaster, Harbin Wester, groans with frustration as he feels himself being marginalized by these new folk who have only just arrived in his town. In response to Keashirryl's question, he stammers out, "The Redbrands? Why, they are just a mercenary guild, and not all that much trouble, really. They keep to themselves mostly and aren't looking for any nasty business. In fact, the very last thing we need is someone starting fights. This a quiet little hillside community, and we aim to keep it that way. I really have to ask you to reconsider this foolishness." The last sentence is directed at Sildar.
Sildar, meanwhile, responds to Droknin. "That would be 200 for the job, in total. If the purse is too light for your taste, consider it the first of more work to come." Unshaved for several days, he scratches the stubble forming on his chin. "Of course, I have heard these Redbrands have been taxing the locals. If so, I would like to see some of that coin returned to the people, if you find it... though I'm sure no one would begrudge you a 'finder's fee' percentage of that."
Olan:
There are many old mines in these hills, some of which were said to be quite lucrative. But all this fuss over one little mine... it rings some bells but you can't seem to recall all the details. Something about a hidden forge and an alliance with wizards. Real high fantasy, bedtime story stuff. But you vaguely recall hearing about such a place, which was lost or destroyed somewhere in these hills centuries ago. Could it be that is what the Rockseeker's have found?
PC - Ethel - Human - Lvl 4 Necromancer - Undying Dragons * [Sound of Cork Popping] - Kenku - Lvl 3 Lore Bard - Everasil
DM - (Homebrew) Heroes of Bardstown * Red Dead Annihilation: ToA * Where the Cold Winds Blow : DoIP * Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts: HotDQ * Red Wine, Black Rose: CoS * Greyhawk: Tides of War
Once everyone is in the Townmaster’s hall, Droknin positions himself not too close, but parallel to the devil woman. He purposely places one of Mlinzi’s blades next to his face, so that it blocks her from his view. He shudders at the thought that he almost gazed upon her on their way to this hall. However, once the devil woman starts to speak, he finds that the person is full of wisdom. That she actually reminds him of the old Shaman. The very one that warned him about such people as herself. He ponders regarding the meaning of all that has happened since he arrived at this town.
Sildar interrupts his thoughts. “Yes, of course. You have my blade Human.” He brings Mlinzi forward to emphasize that he speaks true, but he quickly brings it back so that it blocks his face.
Kazri - Level 10 Human Paladin (Oath of the Ancients) - The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks
Droknin Palemane - Level 4 Leonin Barbarian (Path of the Beast) - Where the Cold Winds Blow... A Lost Mines of Phandelver Story
Faelan (Cottontail) Whisperwind - Level 3 Ranger (Fey Wanderer) - Zorg's Lost Souls II
"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
Listening carefully, Keashirryl raises an eyebrow as she measures the townmaster’s words against what she had already heard. “That is exactly what everyone else around here told me. They seemed absolutely cheerful, the atmosphere almost makes me think about settling down in Phandalin.”
She locks her eyes with the strange man, and tries to look for any telling signs of distorting or avoiding the truth. (Insight: 9 )
As soon as she is not concentrating fully on the conversation at hand, she nods to the entering dwarf, aknowledging his presence and welcoming him in this semi-distant manner.
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PC - Ethel - Human - Lvl 4 Necromancer - Undying Dragons * [Sound of Cork Popping] - Kenku - Lvl 3 Lore Bard - Everasil
DM - (Homebrew) Heroes of Bardstown * Red Dead Annihilation: ToA * Where the Cold Winds Blow : DoIP * Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts: HotDQ * Red Wine, Black Rose: CoS * Greyhawk: Tides of War
Keashirryl, the townmaster is clearly upset at your presence here and with Sildar pushing him around. However, you get the impression this has more to do with an alpha male, 'I'm supposed to be the one in charge here' tantrum than about anything suspicious.
PC - Ethel - Human - Lvl 4 Necromancer - Undying Dragons * [Sound of Cork Popping] - Kenku - Lvl 3 Lore Bard - Everasil
DM - (Homebrew) Heroes of Bardstown * Red Dead Annihilation: ToA * Where the Cold Winds Blow : DoIP * Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts: HotDQ * Red Wine, Black Rose: CoS * Greyhawk: Tides of War
Olan clasps his hands together, and stares blankly into space. "Gold holds little sway over my heart. However, this business with Iarno and Gundred intrigues me... I would accept the task for they alone" he mutters, then turns to Sildar more assertively: "Where can we start?"
(Before Olan speaks) Since everyone went quiet, Droknin figured the meeting was over. He holds Mlinzi with both paws. "Well then. Where can we find these 'Redbrands'? The sooner we find them, the sooner we can find your friend... Uhmm. What's his name again? The Wizard. No matter. I am sure, he will be found him in due time." Droknin just wanted to get over the trivial tasks, so that he could get back on the business of dealing with the Dragon.
"I am ready to chop some heads off..." The Leonin continues, then he hears Olan speak. "Well... I meant, if we are not able to talk some sense into those folks first. Of course." Droknin is ready to hunt Redbrands when the other adventurers are also ready.
Kazri - Level 10 Human Paladin (Oath of the Ancients) - The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks
Droknin Palemane - Level 4 Leonin Barbarian (Path of the Beast) - Where the Cold Winds Blow... A Lost Mines of Phandelver Story
Faelan (Cottontail) Whisperwind - Level 3 Ranger (Fey Wanderer) - Zorg's Lost Souls II
"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
Having been keeping to himself quietly for the entire time, Mud followed everyone silently, a little surprised no one has seen him. He steps forward, looking Sildar in the eye as an equal, as a way of saying 'I may be small and unnoticeable, but I'm not one to be counted out'. "I will assist you, but not for gold, nor for fame, nor for even personal satisfaction, but for reasons that will reveal themselves in the proper time." He looked at the town master with a disdainful look, instantly not liking this man due to his sputtering and unsavory actions and looks.
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Sildar nods in appreciation to the strangers who have accepted this challenge, while the townmaster scowls.
”Thank you. While some of you have offered to help without charge, my offer stands. 200gp if you can get to the bottom of this Redbrand mystery, find what became of Iarno, and either confirm or rule out that these Rebrands were involved in the kidnapping of Gundren.”
Sildar considers Olan’s question. “The townsfolk say the Redbrands moved into the ruined manor on the hill, though they also claim there are no lights there at night, raising some doubts in my mind. It is also said that they have taken over the Sleeping Giant Inn here in town. You may wish to start your investigation at either location. It could also benefit you to consult with more of the townsfolk or local merchants. I only know what I was able to learn at the Stonehill Inn last night. There may be more to this story if you ask around.” Sildar turns and locks eyes with the townmaster, though he continues to speak to the four of you. “If you have news, or if you need to speak to me, I will be here. I think the townmaster and I have much to discuss.”
PC - Ethel - Human - Lvl 4 Necromancer - Undying Dragons * [Sound of Cork Popping] - Kenku - Lvl 3 Lore Bard - Everasil
DM - (Homebrew) Heroes of Bardstown * Red Dead Annihilation: ToA * Where the Cold Winds Blow : DoIP * Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts: HotDQ * Red Wine, Black Rose: CoS * Greyhawk: Tides of War
“WOW!” Droknin shows his fangs, and hisses at the unexpected voice of Mud that is right next to him. “Ohh, it is you Little Rabbit.” The Leonin retracts his claws. “Obviously I knew you were there all along.” He pats the Kobold’s head, as he walks outside of the Townmaster’s hall. “I may have only one good eye.” Droknin says to no one in particular. “However, this good one right here is as sharp as a hawk’s one, mind you.” He stands outside with Mlinzi ready to go. “Where shall we start?”
Kazri - Level 10 Human Paladin (Oath of the Ancients) - The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks
Droknin Palemane - Level 4 Leonin Barbarian (Path of the Beast) - Where the Cold Winds Blow... A Lost Mines of Phandelver Story
Faelan (Cottontail) Whisperwind - Level 3 Ranger (Fey Wanderer) - Zorg's Lost Souls II
"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
Mud watches Droknin with a careful eye as he gets a little handsy. He steps outside and leans against the wall. "We can start wherever seems like a good place to start. We could question some townsfolk or merchants, or check the ruined manor. Personally, I feel we should check the inn, since there will probably be some townsfolk and merchants on break there, so we could question as we investigate. Kill two birds with one stone sort of deal."
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The road outside runs east and west. West leads back toward the town square and the Stonehill Inn where you all spent the night. East, the road rises up a gentle slope, eventually reaching a large building. It is not quite a mansion, not quite a fortified keep… instead a blend of the two. Even from this distance you can tell it is in grave disrepair with sections of the roof collapsed.
Coming down the road in your direction are three human men in reddish brown cloaks the color of muddy clay. At each home and business along the way they stop and hammer a paper notice in the doorjamb or porch railing before moving on to the next building.
PC - Ethel - Human - Lvl 4 Necromancer - Undying Dragons * [Sound of Cork Popping] - Kenku - Lvl 3 Lore Bard - Everasil
DM - (Homebrew) Heroes of Bardstown * Red Dead Annihilation: ToA * Where the Cold Winds Blow : DoIP * Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts: HotDQ * Red Wine, Black Rose: CoS * Greyhawk: Tides of War