In the city of Neverwinter, a dwarf named Gundren Rockseeker asked you to bring a wagonload of provisions to the rough-and-tumble settlement of Phandalin, a couple of days’ travel southeast of the city. Gundren was clearly excited and more than a little secretive about his reasons for the trip, saying only that he and his brothers had found “something big,” and that he’d pay you ten gold pieces each for escorting his supplies safely to Barthen’s Provisions, a trading post in Phandalin. He then set out ahead of you on horse, along with a warrior escort named Sildar Hallwinter, claiming he needed to arrive early to “take care of business.”
You’ve spent the last few days following the High Road south from Neverwinter, and you’ve just recently veered east along the Triboar Trail. You’ve encountered no trouble so far, but this territory can be dangerous. Bandits and outlaws have been known to lurk along the trail.
"A nice new axe methinks, that's why I'm doin this." Stonegrin said to no one person in particular. "If I'm to be doin favors for the conclave and it's contacts I need to be well equipped to do so." he reached down and adjusted his handaxe on his belt, pulling it forward across his splint mail armor. "What about all of ye? Fancy plans with that gold?" Stonegrin's words were now meant to everyone, he eyed each of them with his piercing blue eyes. His red beard was braided, and hung just below the top edge of his armor, and was longer then the hair on his head which appeared to stand on end in dense spikes.
Zuix walks along slowly just trying to keep pace. He is old. Far older then most of his kind. His skin is green with brownish age spot all over. He is bald like most his kind. Zuix looks around for a second as he stops to catch his breath. His eyes are a silver in color.
"Sorry for being so slow, but when your my age it can't be helped."
"A nice new axe methinks, that's why I'm doin this." Stonegrin said to no one person in particular. "If I'm to be doin favors for the conclave and it's contacts I need to be well equipped to do so." he reached down and adjusted his handaxe on his belt, pulling it forward across his splint mail armor. "What about all of ye? Fancy plans with that gold?" Stonegrin's words were now meant to everyone, he eyed each of them with his piercing blue eyes. His red beard was braided, and hung just below the top edge of his armor, and was longer then the hair on his head which appeared to stand on end in dense spikes.
"Na. Gold only goes so far but the stories is what I am after. Ever road lead to another tell. Tall long and epic. Everyone has a story and I collect them all."
I appreciate Zuix's lust for stories and lore, let's just hope I will tell some of them, who knows? maybe also about us?! Yeah, but first of all there is the hard work, I guess...
Meleager is a tough human with broad shoulder and a sincere smile.
On his trunk stays a long polearm , intentionally not well hidden, it seems.
For what is worth, this task is just a diversion from boredom , mister dwarf. If there will something more the better
"Aye tales and entertainment, understand that, but I reckon I'll live alot alonga to see those tales with a big axe at me side" Stonegrin laughed from his belly, "...and don't call me Mista Dwarf, folks call me Stonegrin. Be like folks"
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Grolsh looks over at his fellow adventurers and sighs. He adjusts the maul hanging from his back and scans the area around us 4 Perception Roll. His shield is decorated with brightly colored feathers and he carries an ashen bone spear that has a single black feather attached. Grolsh looks down at the dwarf and you don't know if he is smiling or wants to eat you with those two large tusks jutting out of his mouth. His gray skin is glistening under the chain armor he is wearing.
"A fine axe is a worthy investment Stonegrin, I for one have no idea what I will do with the gold," Grolsh says before he turns his attention to Zuix. "And what sort of creature are you Zuix? Where are you from? I have never encountered your type before."
OOC: The one thing you guys do notice about Grolsh is that he has a tribal tattoo covering his left side of his face and it goes down his neck under his armor.
Zuix smiles as he slow walks with his walking stick seems to buckle on every step.
Zuix looks over to Grolsh ," Well, my kind is known as Tortle and we come from The Snout of Omgar. Its far far from here, and I have travel for most of my life.I carry my home with me on my back."
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Grolsh thinks for a moment about the Snout of Omgar. ( 11 History Check. ) "It doesn't ring any bells at the moment. It must be nice to have your home so handily close by."Grolsh studies the Tortle for a few moments before speaking. "So you are a collector of tales. And what do you do with these tales you collect?"
Stonegrin nodded, "Rest your legs wise one, I'll stay up here wit ya to keep ya company, that was a mighty fine tale about the dragon, where did ya hear that from?"
OOC: In case it wasn't plainly obvious I will be walking near the front of the cart but on the opposing side of Grolsh
You’ve been on the Triboar Trail for about half a day. As you come around a bend, you spot two dead horses sprawled about fifty feet ahead of you, blocking the path. Each has several black-feathered arrows sticking out of it. The woods press close to the trail here, with a steep embankment and dense thickets on either side.
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Stonegrin nods and pulls his heavy crossbow into both hands firmly, he joins Meleager in checking out the horses. He begins to look for any sort of tracks, coming or going. (Survival: 17)
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In the city of Neverwinter, a dwarf named Gundren Rockseeker asked you to bring a wagonload of provisions to the rough-and-tumble settlement of Phandalin, a couple of days’ travel southeast of the city. Gundren was clearly excited and more than a little secretive about his reasons for the trip, saying only that he and his brothers had found “something big,” and that he’d pay you ten gold pieces each for escorting his supplies safely to Barthen’s Provisions, a trading post in Phandalin. He then set out ahead of you on horse, along with a warrior escort named Sildar Hallwinter, claiming he needed to arrive early to “take care of business.”
You’ve spent the last few days following the High Road south from Neverwinter, and you’ve just recently veered east along the Triboar Trail. You’ve encountered no trouble so far, but this territory can be dangerous. Bandits and outlaws have been known to lurk along the trail.
"A nice new axe methinks, that's why I'm doin this." Stonegrin said to no one person in particular. "If I'm to be doin favors for the conclave and it's contacts I need to be well equipped to do so." he reached down and adjusted his handaxe on his belt, pulling it forward across his splint mail armor. "What about all of ye? Fancy plans with that gold?" Stonegrin's words were now meant to everyone, he eyed each of them with his piercing blue eyes. His red beard was braided, and hung just below the top edge of his armor, and was longer then the hair on his head which appeared to stand on end in dense spikes.
Zuix walks along slowly just trying to keep pace. He is old. Far older then most of his kind. His skin is green with brownish age spot all over. He is bald like most his kind. Zuix looks around for a second as he stops to catch his breath. His eyes are a silver in color.
"Sorry for being so slow, but when your my age it can't be helped."
Incredible, a turtle, nontheless
thinks Melegaer helping to carry the load.
I appreciate Zuix's lust for stories and lore, let's just hope I will tell some of them, who knows? maybe also about us?! Yeah, but first of all there is the hard work, I guess...
Meleager is a tough human with broad shoulder and a sincere smile.
On his trunk stays a long polearm , intentionally not well hidden, it seems.
For what is worth, this task is just a diversion from boredom , mister dwarf. If there will something more the better
,
"Aye tales and entertainment, understand that, but I reckon I'll live alot alonga to see those tales with a big axe at me side" Stonegrin laughed from his belly, "...and don't call me Mista Dwarf, folks call me Stonegrin. Be like folks"
Grolsh looks over at his fellow adventurers and sighs. He adjusts the maul hanging from his back and scans the area around us 4 Perception Roll. His shield is decorated with brightly colored feathers and he carries an ashen bone spear that has a single black feather attached. Grolsh looks down at the dwarf and you don't know if he is smiling or wants to eat you with those two large tusks jutting out of his mouth. His gray skin is glistening under the chain armor he is wearing.
"A fine axe is a worthy investment Stonegrin, I for one have no idea what I will do with the gold," Grolsh says before he turns his attention to Zuix. "And what sort of creature are you Zuix? Where are you from? I have never encountered your type before."
OOC: The one thing you guys do notice about Grolsh is that he has a tribal tattoo covering his left side of his face and it goes down his neck under his armor.
DM Tomb of Annihilation X2
DM Curse of Strahd
Redleaf Moutain Dwarf Circle of land(Moutain) Druid
Zuix smiles as he slow walks with his walking stick seems to buckle on every step.
Zuix looks over to Grolsh ," Well, my kind is known as Tortle and we come from The Snout of Omgar. Its far far from here, and I have travel for most of my life.I carry my home with me on my back."
Grolsh thinks for a moment about the Snout of Omgar. ( 11 History Check. ) "It doesn't ring any bells at the moment. It must be nice to have your home so handily close by." Grolsh studies the Tortle for a few moments before speaking. "So you are a collector of tales. And what do you do with these tales you collect?"
DM Tomb of Annihilation X2
DM Curse of Strahd
Redleaf Moutain Dwarf Circle of land(Moutain) Druid
Using a few cantrips zuix tells a tell of a knight fighting a Dragon weaving in sounds with his story.
Zuix keeps walking "I retell them so they will go on forever. As longs stories are told the heroes of them will be immortal."
Let me know who's steering the wagon, and where you all are in relation to the cart. (Marching order)
Zuix's bones crack with a loud snap. 'Oh my poor knee. I wish to not slow us down. Would any mind if I was to drive the chart for a ways?"
Grolsh shrugs as he continues to walk beside the cart near the drivers side to continue talking to Zuix.
Grolsh continues to scan the area for bandits. 10 perception roll
DM Tomb of Annihilation X2
DM Curse of Strahd
Redleaf Moutain Dwarf Circle of land(Moutain) Druid
Stonegrin nodded, "Rest your legs wise one, I'll stay up here wit ya to keep ya company, that was a mighty fine tale about the dragon, where did ya hear that from?"
OOC: In case it wasn't plainly obvious I will be walking near the front of the cart but on the opposing side of Grolsh
You’ve been on the Triboar Trail for about half a day. As you come around a bend, you spot two dead horses sprawled about fifty feet ahead of you, blocking the path. Each has several black-feathered arrows sticking out of it. The woods press close to the trail here, with a steep embankment and dense thickets on either side.
Meleager
Meleager raises a hand, implicit command for a halt, takes a javelin and whispers to the others
Problems ahead, it is worth a look, who comes with me?
And then looking at the dwarf, knowing he is a scout
Stonegrin?
In the meanwhile he looks at the sorroundings, especially at the bushes and the first part of the woods: Perception 18
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Grolsh looks from the direction he thinks the arrows came from. Getting his shield ready. (taking a dodge action just in case). Perception : 8
DM Tomb of Annihilation X2
DM Curse of Strahd
Redleaf Moutain Dwarf Circle of land(Moutain) Druid
You see no movement from the bushes from where you stand.
Grolsh tries to think if he has heard of anyone or group that uses Black Feathered arrows.
History Check: 5
DM Tomb of Annihilation X2
DM Curse of Strahd
Redleaf Moutain Dwarf Circle of land(Moutain) Druid
Stonegrin nods and pulls his heavy crossbow into both hands firmly, he joins Meleager in checking out the horses. He begins to look for any sort of tracks, coming or going. (Survival: 17)