Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
Basic Rules (2014)
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At first, nothing seems to happen and you wonder if maybe this man is too far gone. But slowly you notice the blackness be gin to retreat and you know he will recover in a day or two.
The shorter man is nowhere to be found, but the large Northman is preparing his horse to ride.
Bjorn has no luck finding the shorter man either, and realizes quickly, a good many of the folks here are Northman
“ Well hello there. names Mad Mod. Originally from a berg called Phandalin, but have been operating out of Neverwinter for many years now. Me and my partner Dave here spent a night at Longsaddle for the Harvest festival. It sure was a great one this year…” he pauses a moment, huge grin on his face. He looks briefly at his empty palm and then back at you.
Bjorn frowns. "I don't like this. We can push forward, but it'll likely get us chased out of here. How important is this?" He's clearly hatching some possible schemes, albeit reluctantly.
[Check the PMs for schemes, lol.]
After wandering for a bit Frangipani returns to Sorshas side, keeping an eye out for danger...
Eberk whispers, “Eh, not worth it. It’s probably nothing anyways.”
He taps Bjorn on the shoulder and motions for him to return with him to the captain. Eberk returns to Sorsha and informed her that one of the men was gone and there was no good way to get the letter.
“Ah, of course,” Vars flicks his cloak a little, making it difficult to tell exactly where the coins came from. He holds up 3gp before closing his hand and flicking one over to Mad using his thumb. “The name’s Vars. Now, there’s more where that came from after you give me some information. Maybe even more than three depending on how useful that information is.” He flashes a grin of his own.
“ well thank you kindly there Mr Vars. While in town, I heard tell a young bunch were out trying to find a missing boy when they found an old well. The boys tracks led them there so the brave souls went down into the depths to look for him. They say they ran into a gang of goblins that had been robbing the local farms in the lead up to the festival. Them rascals had a party setup, with stolen mead and beer all set out formal like. It was a long lost temple the origins of which nobody knows. Not even the Harpel family had any clue it were there.. anyways, the youngins pressed on and actually fought a battle with the horde and rescued the boy. The goblins had him in a big pie shell, were jus about to bake the boy, clothes and all. Then on their way out, they were attacked by a Bidderboo werewolf of all things, they nearly kilt it too, according to my buddy who was on the town rescue crew….the Harpells have now of course blocked off the two known entrances and are looking for some folks to delve deeper. For the other coins, I have an item to show you that you might find fascinating, created by a runt Harpell cousin that nobody thought was worth a bowl of beans….”
Vars nods, still smiling as he hands over the other two coins, "I see, so they want someone to delve deeper eh? That's just what I was hoping to hear. Thank you for the information. And what's this item you have? If you think it will fascinate me, I would love to see it."
Mad Mod takes Vars over to his wagon and under a pile of furs he pulls out what looks like a crate withba hinged lid.
" this here is a secret invention the Harpell boy concocted. I am testing it for him. It is going to be a game changer for the shipping business."
He fiddles with strange latch and opens the lid. As he does, a cloud of frosty air billows out of the box and you can see it is filled with nice cuts of meat. Deep frozen and immaculate. On the underside of the lid you can see four blueish crystals.
" what did I tell ya, amazing ain't it? I have been hauling this meat for a weeks worth of days. From Longsaddle to Neverwinter to here. No melting or anything. The food stays frozen as long as it stays in the box with the lid shut and latched.."
“Hmm, yes very interesting,” Vars says, not quite understanding why this box was important. Sure, it was fascinating, but what did it have to do with the potential job? Other than show how resourceful the Harpell boy is. “You don’t suppose those crystals came from the temple do you? Or is he just an established wizard.”
Vars watches Mad closely, guessing that it was his earlier assumption, which of course meant that this temple held much more than a bidderboo werewolf and some goblins.
“ the Harpell family are world famous Wizards. The boy who built this had shown zero magic ability and they thought he was a dud. They hired him out to the blacksmith so he would not be useless and he discovered a knack for inventin stuff. Apparently, and I am no magician, he found a way to trap some magic and make it useful to those who don’t have a lick of the talent… Never been done in such a way as far as I can tell. “
He reiterates how this will revolutionize the long distance transport business. Being able to keep fresh food on long journeys can be the difference between life and death..on a boat it will enable voyages to the lands beyond the map…
"I see," Vars says, now very confused at what this has to do with the lost temple. "So who were the younglings who found the temple in the first place? And these powerful Harpells can't do anything about the issue themselves?" Feeling generous, Vars hand Mad two more gold coins. "I've found this conversation quite intriguing. I will have to investigate this if my crew ends up passing through Longsaddle."
Meanwhile Sorsha patiently awaits the others to return to the cart so that they can continue towards Mirabar.
Sparhawk looks over all weapons and equipment present to make sure it’s in excellent working order. If time left, he will also examines the cart making sure it’s in good shape
"You know, we might be able to hire some help here. More eyes on the area means Bernard has fewer places to hide." Bjorn offers some leftovers to the hired mule, whose name he's forgotten. "Of course, they'd be in some amount of danger."
"Bjorn, its a good idea and a bad idea." Sparhawk muses. "Good because more people looking for him, easier to find him. Bad because right now, they don't know we are looking for him." He strokes his stubbly chin. "In theory, they may have already passed through here not very long ago. Maybe someone saw him. I'm sure a bugbear is pretty easy to spot." "Either way, we should be on our way soon, as we may be able to gain some ground on the group."
"So, it is fairly unlikely that Barnard passed right through here, right? As far as we know he was heading up the river on a riverboat, and even if he was on that boat that got sunk, that was further upstream, right? I think we have done what we can in this place now. As soon as Vars returns I suggest we move on to not lose any unnecessary time here." Sorsha says, looking around to see if she can spot Vars.
Perception: 7
“Agreed” says Sparhawk, finishing sharpening and polishing his sword, looking it up and down