Vayle helps Sildar, but he carries the veteran more than anything else. Sildar goes in and out of consciousness. Simon does look that much better. Ripper still look scrawny, but after the meal, she is feeling better now. Vayle has no trouble finding their way back to the trail, and thankfully, the wagon is still there. Sildar and Simon goes on top of the wagon to rest, and Vayle drives to the town of Phandalin. Ripper scouts ahead and comes back to the wagon. It only takes a couple of bells for them to be near the town.
Vayle tells Ripper is best not to go to the town with them. She may hunt around the town for food, but not anything within the town's limits. If he needs her, he will call for her with a lour whistle. Ripper is happy to oblige, and she goes to the forest north of town to find more food.
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."
The rutted track emerges from a wooded hillside, and you catch your first glimpse of Phandalin. The town consists of forty or fifty simple log buildings, some built on old fieldstone foundations. More old ruins—crumbling stone walls covered in ivy and briars—surround the newer houses and shops, showing how this must have been a much larger town in centuries past. Most of the newer buildings are set on the sides of the cart track, which widens into a muddy main street of sorts as it climbs toward a ruined manor house on a hillside at the east side of town.
As you approach, you see children playing on the town green and townsfolk tending to chores or running errands at shops. Many people look up as you approach, but all return to their business as you go by.
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"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
Sildar seems much more at ease. "My friends." he says, "Let us secure lodgings. I'm told the local inn is very quaint."
Vayle stops the wagon. "What about you take Simon, get some super, and call it a day? I will deliver the wagon, and I will see you guys tomorrow morning?"
"That sounds like a good idea. We have much to discuss tomorrow." Says a very tired Sildar. He takes Simon and goes to the inn.
Since Barthen’s Provisions is the first stop anyway, Vayle bring the wagon to the shop to collect their payment.
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"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
As Vayle arrives at Barthen's Provisions in Phandalin, a stout and friendly-looking man named Elmar Barthen greets you. He has a warm smile on his face as he notices the wagon you're delivering.
"Ah, welcome to Barthen's Provisions! I see you've got Gundren's wagon there. Good to know he made it to Phandalin safely," Elmar says, his voice tinged with relief. "But where is Gundren? Is he alright?"
Vayle's expression turns somber as he replies, "I'm afraid Gundren was captured by the goblins and taken to Cragmaw Castle. I managed to rescue Sildar, but we'll need to gather allies and plan our next move carefully."
Elmar's brow furrows with concern. "Cragmaw Castle? That's bad news indeed. Those goblins and their ilk have been causing trouble around here for far too long. And now they've gone and taken Gundren."
He lets out a scornful sigh, shaking his head. "But that's not the only problem we have in Phandalin. Those ruffians, the Redbrands, have been terrorizing the town for months now. They've been extorting the locals, bullying anyone who opposes them."
Elmar's voice takes on a determined tone. "We need someone to put an end to their reign of fear, but it won't be an easy task. They're dangerous, and they have spies and informants everywhere."
Vayle listens attentively, absorbing the information. He then asks Elmar, "Are there any rumors or whispers about the town that I should be aware of? Anything that might aid us in our fight against the Redbrands or help locate Gundren?"
Elmar leans in slightly, his voice dropping to a lower volume. "I've heard whispers of a secret hideout the Redbrands use as their base of operations. Rumor has it that it's somewhere beneath the Sleeping Giant Tap House. But be careful, Vayle. They're a treacherous bunch, and they won't hesitate to defend their turf."
He takes a moment to think before continuing, "As for Gundren, there have been rumors of the Black Spider. Some say this mysterious figure is behind the capture of Gundren and has a keen interest in Wave Echo Cave. But that's all I know, I'm afraid."
Elmar straightens up and looks at Vayle with determination. "Whatever you decide to do, know that the people of Phandalin will be grateful for any help you can provide. We're in dire need of heroes like you to restore peace and safety to our town."
Vayle nods, his resolve firm. "Thank you, Elmar. I'll do what I can to put an end to the Redbrands and find Gundren. Phandalin deserves better."
With that, Vayle prepares to embark on his mission, keeping in mind the challenges ahead and the information shared by Elmar.
"If it's ok, I will take my friend and my payment now for the wagon." Mentions Vayle, afraid the shopkeeper may have forgotten about it. "Oh, yes, of course. Here it is." Vayle exits Barthen's Provision and heads to the inn.
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."
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."
On his way to the Stonehill Inn he notices a couple of individuals wearing grimy scarlet cloaks doing a terrible job hiding their presence, but they are clearly very interested in him.
In the center of town stands a large, newly built roadhouse of fieldstone and rough-hewn timbers. The common room is filled with locals nursing mugs of ale or cider, all of them eyeing you with curiosity.
Vayle decides it's late, so it's best just to head to the inn and try to get more information, and if not, he really could use a good night of sleep.
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."
Upon entering, he finds the cozy and welcoming atmosphere of the Stonehill Inn. The inn's proprietor, Toblen Stonehill, a middle-aged man with a warm smile, greets him from behind the bar. "Welcome to the Stonehill Inn, traveler. What can I do for you this fine evening?"
Vayle returns the greeting and takes a seat at one of the empty tables. "Thank you. I've had a long journey, and I could use some food and a drink. What do you recommend?"
Toblen nods understandingly. "You've come to the right place. Our specialty is a hearty stew, made with local ingredients. It's quite popular among travelers. And for a drink, we have a selection of local ales and wines. What's your pleasure?"
Vayle's stomach growls in agreement, and he smiles appreciatively. "I'll have a bowl of the stew and a mug of your finest ale, please."
Toblen jots down the order, his pen scratching against parchment. "Coming right up. Sit tight, and I'll bring it to you shortly."
As Vayle waits for his meal, he takes a moment to observe the inn's surroundings. The room is filled with a mix of locals and travelers, their conversations blending into a comforting hum of activity. It seems like a safe haven, away from the troubles lurking outside.
Toblen returns with a steaming bowl of stew and a frothy mug of ale, placing them before Vayle. "Here you go, friend. Enjoy your meal and let me know if you need anything else."
Vayle nods gratefully, the aroma of the stew wafting enticingly toward him. "Thank you. It looks delicious. I'll be sure to let you know if I need anything."
With a polite smile, Toblen leaves Vayle to savor his meal in peace. As Vayle indulges in the warm and nourishing stew, he momentarily sets aside the concerns of the day, taking solace in the comforting atmosphere of the Stonehill Inn.
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."
As Vayle begins to enjoy his meal, a friendly barmaid named Elsa approaches his table, carrying a tray with a mug of frothy ale. She places it before Vayle with a warm smile.
"Here you go, love. Your ale." Elsa says cheerfully. "Enjoy it, and if you need anything else, just give me a shout."
Vayle nods appreciatively and takes a sip of the ale, savoring its flavor. As he sets the mug back down, Elsa leans in a bit closer, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. "You know, I've got a bit of gossip for you." Elsa whispers, as if sharing a juicy secret. "Have you heard about Daran Edermath? He's the old retired adventurer who lives on the outskirts of town."
Vayle leans in, intrigued by the prospect of some local knowledge. "No, I haven't heard much about him. What's the gossip, Elsa?"
Elsa lowers her voice even further, as if divulging classified information. "Well, rumor has it that Daran Edermath used to be part of a group that fought against some big, bad evil in the past. But now, he spends his days teaching youngsters the ways of the blade and the bow. Some say he still has some fight left in him, though."
Vayle raises an eyebrow, intrigued by the tales of the retired adventurer. "Sounds like an interesting person to know. I might have to pay him a visit. Thank you for the gossip, Elsa."
Elsa chuckles softly and straightens up. "You're welcome, love. It's always nice to share a bit of gossip around here. Now, as for your meal and ale, that will be 5 silver pieces, please." (Removed 10 sp)
Vayle reaches into his pouch and retrieves the required payment. He places the coins on the table and slides them toward Elsa. "Here you go, Elsa. Keep the change."
Elsa's smile widens, appreciative of the gesture. "You're too kind, Vayle. If you need anything else, don't hesitate to let me know. Enjoy your evening!"
With that, Elsa leaves Vayle to his meal, returning to her other duties at the inn. Vayle continues to enjoy the delicious stew and the pleasant ambiance of the Stonehill Inn, keeping the gossip about Daran Edermath in mind for future exploration.
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."
As Vayle savors his meal, a weathered-looking farmer named Narth approaches his table, his footsteps heavy with fatigue. He leans in slightly, his voice tinged with a mix of weariness and curiosity.
"Excuse me, friend." Narth says, catching Vayle's attention. "I couldn't help but notice you're new in town. Have you met Sister Garaele yet?"
Vayle looks up, offering a friendly smile to the farmer. "No, I haven't had the pleasure. Who is Sister Garaele?"
Narth takes a seat opposite Vayle, grateful for the chance to rest his tired legs. "Sister Garaele is a priestess of Tymora, the goddess of luck. She's been living in Phandalin for a while now, tending to the spiritual needs of the townsfolk. She's a kind-hearted soul, always ready to offer a listening ear or a helping hand."
Vayle nods, intrigued by the description. "She sounds like someone worth meeting. Where can I find Sister Garaele?"
Narth points toward the direction of the Shrine of Luck. "You'll find her at the Shrine of Luck, just a short walk from here. She spends most of her time there, praying and performing her duties. If you're in need of guidance or have questions about the town, she might be able to help."
Vayle thanks Narth for the information, grateful for the chance to expand his network of acquaintances in Phandalin. "I appreciate the tip, my good sir. I'll make sure to pay Sister Garaele a visit. Is there anything else I should know about her or the shrine?"
Narth scratches his chin, pondering for a moment. "Well, I've heard that Sister Garaele has been concerned about some disturbances in the area. She's been asking around for someone brave enough to investigate. If you're up for it, it might be worth talking to her about it."
Vayle's interest piques further. "Disturbances, you say? I'm always ready to lend a hand. I'll definitely speak to Sister Garaele about it."
Narth rises from his seat, his tiredness apparent in his movements. "I wish you luck on your journey, friend. If you need anything else or have any more questions, don't hesitate to find me. I'll be around, tending to my crops."
Vayle thanks Narth for his assistance and bids him farewell. With the farmer's information about Sister Garaele and the potential disturbances in mind, Vayle finishes his meal, eager to pay a visit to the Shrine of Luck and learn more about the town's happenings.
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"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
As Vayle sits at his table, engrossed in his thoughts, a hushed argument breaks out between Toblen and Trilena, the innkeeper's wife. Their voices are filled with tension, and their words are barely audible above the murmurs of the inn's patrons. Toblen seems adamant about not wanting to bother Vayle, while Trilena appears resolute and determined.
After a moment, Trilena breaks away from the argument and approaches Vayle's table, her expression a mix of frustration and concern. She takes a deep breath before speaking, her voice filled with determination.
"Excuse me, sir." Trilena says, her tone slightly urgent. "I apologize for interrupting your meal, but I couldn't help but overhear your conversation earlier. I need to tell you something."
Vayle looks up, his attention fully focused on Trilena. "Of course, what is it?"
Trilena's eyes flicker with a mix of sadness and anger as she continues, her voice lowering slightly. "There was a woodcarver in town, Thel Dendrar. He stood up to the Redbrands when they came to his shop, leering at his wife. They... they murdered him, right in front of several townsfolk."
Vayle's expression turns somber as he absorbs the gravity of Trilena's words. "That's terrible. I'm so sorry for his loss. What happened after they took his body?"
Trilena's voice quivers with a hint of fear. "The Redbrands... they grabbed his body and left. That's all I know. But I'm worried about his wife and children. I don't know what will happen to them now that he's gone."
Vayle's gaze softens with empathy as he reaches out to offer a reassuring gesture. "I understand your concern. It's a difficult situation, but we'll do our best to help. Thank you for sharing this with me, Trilena."
Trilena nods, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "Please, if you can, find a way to protect them, to ensure their safety. Nobody should have to suffer like this."
Vayle places a comforting hand on Trilena's shoulder, offering a gentle squeeze. "I promise you, I will do everything in my power to help. No one should have to live in fear like this. We'll find a way."
Trilena gives a grateful smile, her burden momentarily lightened by Vayle's reassurance. "Thank you, kind stranger. May luck be on your side in the days to come."
With that, Trilena takes a step back and returns to her duties, leaving Vayle to contemplate the grim situation that has befallen Thel Dendrar's family. Determined to assist them and put an end to the Redbrands' tyranny, Vayle's resolve strengthens.
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."
After taking a moment to collect herself, Trilena wipes away the lingering tears from her face and straightens her posture. Determination shines in her eyes as she calls out to her young son, Pip, who had been playing nearby.
"Pip, come here for a moment, dear." Trilena beckons, her voice gentle yet firm.
Pip, a curious and energetic boy, bounces over to his mother's side, his eyes wide with anticipation. "Yes, Mama? What's going on?"
Trilena takes a deep breath, glancing briefly at Vayle before turning her attention back to Pip. "Pip, remember what Carp Alderleaf told you earlier today? Can you tell this kind stranger about it?"
Pip nods enthusiastically, eager to share what he knows. "Oh, yes! Carp told me that his mom, Qelline Alderleaf, saw a secret entrance to the Redbrand hideout. It's hidden in the woods behind Tresendar Manor!"
Vayle listens attentively, his interest piqued by the new information. "Thank you, Pip. That's valuable information. Is there anything else Carp mentioned?"
Pip furrows his brow in concentration, struggling to recall the details. "Um, Carp also said that the Redbrands have been causing a lot of trouble in town. They take people's money and bully them. It's not fair!"
Trilena places a comforting hand on Pip's shoulder, interjecting softly. "That's right, Pip. But now this kind stranger knows what Carp told you. They might be able to do something about it."
Pip's eyes widen with a mix of hope and excitement. "You'll stop the Redbrands, won't you?"
Vayle offers a reassuring smile, his determination echoing in his voice. "I'll do everything I can, Pip. No one should have to live in fear. Your information will help me greatly. Thank you."
Pip beams, satisfied with his contribution. "You're welcome! Good luck, mister!"
Trilena gives her son a gentle pat on the back, pride shining in her eyes. "That's my brave boy. Now, run along and play while Mama finishes her work."
Pip nods, giving a quick wave to Vayle before bounding off to resume his playtime. Trilena watches him with a mixture of love and worry before turning her attention back to Vayle.
"Thank you for listening to Pip, kind stranger." Trilena says, her voice filled with gratitude. "I hope his words can help you in your quest to bring an end to the Redbrands' tyranny. If there's anything else you need, please don't hesitate to ask."
Vayle nods, appreciating Trilena's support. "I'm grateful for your son's information. I'll do my best to make Phandalin a safer place for everyone."
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."
Vayle rises from his seat, his expression filled with empathy and determination. He reaches out and gently takes Trilena's hand in his own, his grip both reassuring and sincere.
"Ms. Stonehill, you have a very brave son, and your concern for his well-being is understandable." Vayle says earnestly. "I want you to know that I am committed to ensuring the safety of you and your family. The Redbrands' reign of fear will come to an end, and Phandalin will be a place where you can live without constant worry."
Trilena's eyes shimmer with a mix of gratitude and relief as she squeezes Vayle's hand in return. "Thank you, Vayle. Your words mean more to me than you can imagine. It's a comfort to know that there are people like you willing to stand up for what is right."
Vayle nods, his voice filled with determination. "I won't let you down. Your family's safety is now part of my mission. We will put an end to the Redbrands' tyranny and restore peace to Phandalin."
Trilena offers a genuine smile, her worry momentarily eased by Vayle's reassurance. "I believe in you, Vayle. May luck and the blessings of Tymora be with you on your journey."
With a final squeeze of Trilena's hand, Vayle releases his grip and steps back, his resolve strengthened by the connection formed in that brief moment. He nods gratefully to Trilena before resuming his seat, ready to continue his quest and bring justice to the troubled town of Phandalin.
Trilena watches him for a moment, a glimmer of hope returning to her eyes, before she turns and heads back to attend to her tasks at the inn. Vayle finishes his meal, and retires for the day. He thinks about what he will do the next day regarding the town's menace.
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."
The next morning, Vayle gathers with his half-elf sorcerer companion, Simon Aumar, and Sildar Hallwinter for breakfast at the inn. They exchange greetings and settle at a table, ready to discuss the information they acquired the previous night.
Vayle begins recounting the details, his voice filled with determination. "Last night, I spoke with Trilena Stonehill, the innkeeper's wife. She shared with me the tragic story of Thel Dendrar, the woodcarver who stood up to the Redbrands and was subsequently murdered. It seems the Redbrands have been causing a lot of trouble in town."
Sildar's eyes narrow with a mix of concern and frustration. "Yes, I'm aware of the Redbrands and their disruptive presence here. That's one of the reasons I came to Phandalin. I intend to discuss this matter with Harbin Wester, the townmaster. It's time the town's leadership takes action."
The companions nod in agreement, understanding the urgency of the situation. They finish their breakfast, paying their dues to Toblen Stonehill, and make their way to the Townmaster's Hall. (Removed 5sp for room. Vayle and Simon are sharing a room.)
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."
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.
Upon arrival, they are greeted by the sight of Harbin Wester, a portly and self-important figure, who seems more preoccupied with his own comforts than the welfare of the town. Sildar's expression hardens as he prepares himself for the impending discussion.
Sildar steps forward, his voice firm and authoritative. "Harbin, we need to talk. The Redbrands have become a menace in Phandalin, and it's high time something is done about it."
Harbin Wester glances up from his desk, his gaze filled with indifference. "Ah, Sildar. Always bringing me more troubles to deal with. Can't you see I'm busy? What's so important about these Redbrands?"
Sildar's frustration is palpable as he retorts, "The Redbrands have been extorting the townsfolk, causing fear and unrest. They've even resorted to murder. We need your support to address this issue and bring order back to Phandalin."
Harbin dismissively waves a pudgy hand. "Oh, it's not my concern. I have other matters to attend to. Let the Redbrands do as they please. It's not my responsibility."
Simon leans in, his voice laced with annoyance. "Harbin, it is your responsibility as townmaster to ensure the safety and well-being of the people you govern. Ignoring the Redbrands won't make them go away. We need action, and we need it now."
Harbin's face reddens, partly from anger and partly from embarrassment at being called out. He stammers for a moment before finally responding, "Fine, fine. Do whatever you want. But don't come crying to me when things get worse. And while you're at it, Iarno Albrek, a member of the Lords' Alliance, has gone missing. Perhaps you can find him as well, since you're so keen on solving problems."
Sildar's eyes narrow as he recognizes the name. "Iarno Albrek... He is indeed someone we are looking for. We will do what we can to find him and address the Redbrands. But mark my words, Harbin, your lack of action will have consequences."
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"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
Sildar, frustrated with Harbin Wester's lack of action, takes charge of the situation. He raises his voice, asserting his authority. "Harbin, considering your indifference and incompetence, I will be assuming operational control over Phandalin on behalf of the Lords Alliance." Sildar declares sternly. "Until we resolve these issues, you are relieved of your responsibilities."
Harbin splutters in confusion, attempting to protest, but Sildar pays him no mind. Instead, he turns to Vayle and Simon, his gaze steady and determined.
"Vayle, Simon, I trust you both to handle this matter with the Redbrands and uncover the whereabouts of Iarno Albrek." Sildar says, his voice carrying a mix of urgency and confidence. "You have proven yourselves capable, and I believe you can bring justice to Phandalin. Should you succeed in resolving these problems, the Lords Alliance will reward you with 200 gold pieces."
Vayle and Simon nod, their resolve solidifying. They understand the gravity of the task ahead and the trust Sildar has placed in them.
"We won't let you down, Sildar." Vayle asserts with determination. "We'll put an end to the Redbrands and uncover the truth about Iarno Albrek. Phandalin will be a safer place."
Simon, his eyes gleaming with arcane energy, adds, "We'll use our skills and resources to get to the bottom of these troubles. The people of Phandalin deserve better, and we won't rest until justice is served."
With a final nod, Sildar offers his gratitude. "Thank you both. I will stay at the Townmaster's Hall to coordinate efforts and provide any support you may need. May luck be on your side."
The trio exchanges determined glances before parting ways. Vayle and Simon prepare themselves for the challenges that lie ahead, knowing that the fate of Phandalin and the missing Iarno Albrek rest in their hands. With resolve and the promise of a reward, they set out to confront the Redbrands and uncover the truth, determined to bring peace and justice back to the troubled town.
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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."
Vayle and Simon make their way to the residence of Daran Edermath, the retired adventurer. The house bears signs of a life well-traveled, with various artifacts and weapons adorning the walls. They are greeted by Daran, a seasoned figure with a grizzled beard and piercing eyes.
"Ah, Vayle, Simon, what brings you here today?" Daran asks, curiosity evident in his voice.
Vayle offers a respectful nod. "Greetings, Daran. We seek your wisdom and guidance. We are faced with the challenge of the Redbrands and the search for Gundren Rockseeker, who we believe has been taken to Cragmaw Castle by goblins. We were hoping you might have some advice."
Daran's eyes darken with concern as he listens to their plight. "The Redbrands and Cragmaw Castle, you say? Troubling matters indeed. As for the Redbrands, they are a band of thugs and bullies, driven by greed and a thirst for power. Confronting them directly may prove dangerous, as they are known to be ruthless. However, I can offer you this advice: gather information, seek allies, and strike when the opportunity arises."
Vayle nods, appreciating the guidance. "Thank you, Daran. We will take your words to heart. But we also seek the location of Cragmaw Castle. We believe that Gundren is being held captive there. Do you have any knowledge of its whereabouts?"
Daran's expression saddens slightly, a hint of regret in his voice. "I'm sorry, my friend, but I do not possess that specific information. Cragmaw Castle is not a place I encountered in my adventuring days. However, I may be able to offer an alternative suggestion."
He continues, "There is a druid by the name of Reidoth who resides in the ruins of Thundertree, an abandoned town to the northeast. Reidoth possesses extensive knowledge of the region, and it is possible that he may have information about Cragmaw Castle. Seek him out, for he may hold the key to your search."
Vayle nods, grateful for the advice. "Thank you, Daran. Your guidance has been invaluable. We will make our way to Thundertree and seek out Reidoth. With any luck, he will help us in our quest."
Daran offers a reassuring smile. "You are most welcome, my young friends. Stay vigilant and may your endeavors be successful. Remember, the path of an adventurer is filled with both challenges and rewards. I have faith in your abilities."
With a final farewell and a sense of renewed purpose, Vayle and Simon bid their farewell to Daran Edermath. They leave his residence, their thoughts already turning toward the journey to Thundertree, hoping that Reidoth the Druid will provide the answers they seek and lead them closer to rescuing Gundren and putting an end to the Redbrands' reign of terror.
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."
Vayle and Simon make their way to Alderleaf Farm, where Qelline Alderleaf resides. The scent of nature and the sound of bustling farm life greet them as they approach. Qelline, a wise and experienced halfling, notices their arrival and welcomes them with a warm smile.
"Ah, Vayle and Simon, it's good to see you both." Qelline greets them, her voice carrying a hint of wisdom. "What brings you to my humble abode today?"
Vayle returns the smile and speaks with respect. "Greetings, Qelline. We have come seeking your knowledge and guidance. We have heard that your son, Carp, discovered a secret entrance to the Redbrand hideout. We were wondering if you could provide us with more information about it."
Qelline's eyes twinkle with a mix of curiosity and understanding. "Ah, Carp has always had a knack for finding hidden things. Yes, indeed, he did stumble upon a secret entrance to the Redbrand hideout. It's located beneath Tresendar Manor, the old ruined building in the eastern part of town."
Vayle listens intently, grateful for the information. "Thank you, Qelline. Your insight is invaluable. We will be sure to investigate this secret entrance and put an end to the Redbrands' mischief."
Qelline's warm hospitality shines through as she offers them a seat at her table. "Please, stay for lunch. It's the least I can do to repay you for your efforts in keeping Phandalin safe."
Vayle and Simon graciously accept the offer, taking a seat at the table. The aroma of home-cooked food fills the air as Qelline serves a delicious meal, showcasing her skill as both a farmer and a cook.
As they enjoy the meal, conversation flows, with Qelline sharing tidbits of information about the town, its history, and the challenges it faces. Her wisdom and pragmatism offer a deeper understanding of the community and its struggles.
Vayle and Simon appreciate the kind gesture and the opportunity to learn more about Phandalin. They savor the food and engage in meaningful discussion, gaining further insights that will aid them in their quest against the Redbrands.
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."
As Vayle and Simon enjoy their lunch, Vayle takes the opportunity to ask Qelline about Cragmaw Castle, hoping for any additional information she may possess. Qelline listens attentively and ponders for a moment before responding.
"Cragmaw Castle, you say? It's an old fortress nestled deep within the Neverwinter Wood. It was once the stronghold of the Cragmaw goblin tribe, known for their mischievous ways and penchant for causing trouble." Qelline explains. "However, I'm afraid I don't have any specific knowledge about its current state or location."
She continues, a spark of familiarity in her eyes. "But I do know someone who might be able to help you. Reidoth, the Druid, is an old friend of mine. He has extensive knowledge of the region, and I believe he might be able to assist you in your search for Cragmaw Castle." Qelline smiles warmly. "If you do happen to come across Reidoth during your travels, please send him my regards. It's been some time since we last spoke."
Vayle nods appreciatively. "Thank you, Qelline. We will certainly keep an eye out for Reidoth and pass along your message. Your guidance has been invaluable."
Qelline reaches for a piece of parchment nearby and a quill, quickly jotting down directions for Vayle and Simon. "Thundertree, the town where Reidoth resides, is located just west of the Neverwinter Wood. The ruins you seek are about fifty miles northwest of Phandalin. Follow the Triboar Trail north until you reach the outskirts of Neverwinter Wood. From there, head west until you come across the ruins of Thundertree." She hands the parchment to Vayle. "Here are the directions. I hope they help you navigate the way."
Vayle accepts the parchment, grateful for the guidance. "Thank you, Qelline. We truly appreciate your assistance. We'll make our way to Thundertree and seek out Reidoth. With any luck, he will aid us in our quest."
Qelline offers a supportive smile. "You're welcome, Vayle. Stay safe on your journey, and may the wisdom of Reidoth guide you."
With their stomachs satisfied and their spirits lifted, Vayle and Simon bid farewell to Qelline, ready to continue their adventure and follow the path that will lead them closer to Cragmaw Castle and the answers they seek.
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."
As Vayle approaches the Shrine of Luck, he feels a sense of reverence and anticipation. The small stone shrine, adorned with symbols of Tymora, emanates an aura of hope and possibility. He places a gold piece on the shrine, a humble offering to the goddess of luck and good fortune.
Just as he finishes his gesture, the door to Sister Garaele's nearby home opens, and the acolyte steps out. Vayle's breath catches in his chest as he lays eyes upon her, struck by her simple beauty and the grace with which she carries herself. In that moment, it seems as though an unspoken connection forms between them, a silent understanding of shared purpose and destiny.
Sister Garaele, too, recognizes something in Vayle, a kindred spirit, and a determination that resonates with her own. She steps forward, her gaze meeting his with a mixture of curiosity and intrigue. The air between them crackles with unspoken words, yet Vayle finds himself at a loss for how to express his feelings.
Summoning his courage, Vayle clears his throat, his voice betraying a hint of nervousness. "Sister Garaele, I seek Tymora's blessings. I am here with a purpose, to rid this town of the Redbrand menace that plagues its people." he finally manages to say, his eyes earnest.
Sister Garaele listens attentively, a gentle smile gracing her lips. "I understand, Vayle. The town is in great need of heroes like you, and I commend your bravery and determination. As the town's healer, I will remain here, ready to offer my services to those in need. Should you require any healing or guidance, do not hesitate to seek me out."
Vayle's heart swells with gratitude, his eyes meeting Sister Garaele's with a newfound sense of purpose. "Thank you, Sister Garaele. Your support means a great deal to me. I will not falter in my quest to bring peace and safety to Phandalin."
The acolyte nods, her gaze unwavering. "I believe in you, Vayle. May Tymora's blessings guide your path and grant you the luck you seek. Stay true to your cause, and know that I will be here, praying for your success and the safety of our town."
With a shared understanding and a silent promise between them, Vayle and Sister Garaele part ways for now. Vayle feels a renewed determination and a flicker of hope in his heart as he continues on his journey, knowing that in Sister Garaele, he has found not only an ally but also a source of inspiration and support.
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."
As Sister Garaele's step falters, Vayle's reflexes kick in, and he swiftly catches her in his arms, preventing her from falling. In that moment of closeness, their proximity allows Vayle to catch a whiff of her delicate, flowery scent, despite her not being a Wood Elf like himself. Concern floods his eyes as he notices the large bruise behind her left thigh, prompting him to inquire about what happened.
Sister Garaele, a mixture of gratitude and determination in her eyes, holds Vayle's gaze. "Vayle, your quest to deal with the Redbrands takes priority. There is much at stake for our town, and your bravery is needed now more than ever. If you have time to spare after dealing with them, I will share with you the story behind this bruise and what has befallen me."
Vayle's heart swells with empathy, and he nods, his voice filled with conviction. "I promise you, Sister Garaele, I will take care of the Redbrands and rid this town of their menace. But know that once the task is accomplished, I will return to you and aid you in any way I can. Your well-being is important to me."
Their eyes lock, a silent understanding and shared determination passing between them. Sister Garaele's gaze is filled with a mixture of gratitude and longing, as if she too yearns for the moment they can fully address her situation. With a passionate intensity, she nods, conveying her trust in Vayle's promise.
Feeling a surge of determination, Vayle gently sets Sister Garaele back on her feet, his hands lingering for a moment longer than necessary. "Take care of yourself, Sister Garaele. Know that I will not rest until Phandalin is safe, and until I can offer you the support you deserve. May Tymora watch over you until we meet again."
Sister Garaele's eyes shimmer with a mix of emotions, gratitude and hope shining through. "Thank you, Vayle. May Tymora's luck and your strength be with you. I eagerly await your return."
With a final lingering look, Vayle turns and continues on his journey, his heart filled with resolve. He knows that the path ahead is fraught with challenges, but the promise he made to Sister Garaele strengthens his determination. He is determined to succeed, not only for the sake of Phandalin but also for the chance to come back to her and be the support she needs.
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"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
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Vayle helps Sildar, but he carries the veteran more than anything else. Sildar goes in and out of consciousness. Simon does look that much better. Ripper still look scrawny, but after the meal, she is feeling better now. Vayle has no trouble finding their way back to the trail, and thankfully, the wagon is still there. Sildar and Simon goes on top of the wagon to rest, and Vayle drives to the town of Phandalin. Ripper scouts ahead and comes back to the wagon. It only takes a couple of bells for them to be near the town.
Vayle tells Ripper is best not to go to the town with them. She may hunt around the town for food, but not anything within the town's limits. If he needs her, he will call for her with a lour whistle. Ripper is happy to oblige, and she goes to the forest north of town to find more food.
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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The rutted track emerges from a wooded hillside, and you catch your first glimpse of Phandalin. The town consists of forty or fifty simple log buildings, some built on old fieldstone foundations. More old ruins—crumbling stone walls covered in ivy and briars—surround the newer houses and shops, showing how this must have been a much larger town in centuries past. Most of the newer buildings are set on the sides of the cart track, which widens into a muddy main street of sorts as it climbs toward a ruined manor house on a hillside at the east side of town.
As you approach, you see children playing on the town green and townsfolk tending to chores or running errands at shops. Many people look up as you approach, but all return to their business as you go by.
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."
Sildar seems much more at ease. "My friends." he says, "Let us secure lodgings. I'm told the local inn is very quaint."
Vayle stops the wagon. "What about you take Simon, get some super, and call it a day? I will deliver the wagon, and I will see you guys tomorrow morning?"
"That sounds like a good idea. We have much to discuss tomorrow." Says a very tired Sildar. He takes Simon and goes to the inn.
Since Barthen’s Provisions is the first stop anyway, Vayle bring the wagon to the shop to collect their payment.
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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As Vayle arrives at Barthen's Provisions in Phandalin, a stout and friendly-looking man named Elmar Barthen greets you. He has a warm smile on his face as he notices the wagon you're delivering.
"Ah, welcome to Barthen's Provisions! I see you've got Gundren's wagon there. Good to know he made it to Phandalin safely," Elmar says, his voice tinged with relief. "But where is Gundren? Is he alright?"
Vayle's expression turns somber as he replies, "I'm afraid Gundren was captured by the goblins and taken to Cragmaw Castle. I managed to rescue Sildar, but we'll need to gather allies and plan our next move carefully."
Elmar's brow furrows with concern. "Cragmaw Castle? That's bad news indeed. Those goblins and their ilk have been causing trouble around here for far too long. And now they've gone and taken Gundren."
He lets out a scornful sigh, shaking his head. "But that's not the only problem we have in Phandalin. Those ruffians, the Redbrands, have been terrorizing the town for months now. They've been extorting the locals, bullying anyone who opposes them."
Elmar's voice takes on a determined tone. "We need someone to put an end to their reign of fear, but it won't be an easy task. They're dangerous, and they have spies and informants everywhere."
Vayle listens attentively, absorbing the information. He then asks Elmar, "Are there any rumors or whispers about the town that I should be aware of? Anything that might aid us in our fight against the Redbrands or help locate Gundren?"
Elmar leans in slightly, his voice dropping to a lower volume. "I've heard whispers of a secret hideout the Redbrands use as their base of operations. Rumor has it that it's somewhere beneath the Sleeping Giant Tap House. But be careful, Vayle. They're a treacherous bunch, and they won't hesitate to defend their turf."
He takes a moment to think before continuing, "As for Gundren, there have been rumors of the Black Spider. Some say this mysterious figure is behind the capture of Gundren and has a keen interest in Wave Echo Cave. But that's all I know, I'm afraid."
Elmar straightens up and looks at Vayle with determination. "Whatever you decide to do, know that the people of Phandalin will be grateful for any help you can provide. We're in dire need of heroes like you to restore peace and safety to our town."
Vayle nods, his resolve firm. "Thank you, Elmar. I'll do what I can to put an end to the Redbrands and find Gundren. Phandalin deserves better."
With that, Vayle prepares to embark on his mission, keeping in mind the challenges ahead and the information shared by Elmar.
"If it's ok, I will take my friend and my payment now for the wagon." Mentions Vayle, afraid the shopkeeper may have forgotten about it. "Oh, yes, of course. Here it is." Vayle exits Barthen's Provision and heads to the inn.
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."
Vayle Perception: 20
DM Roll: 9
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."
On his way to the Stonehill Inn he notices a couple of individuals wearing grimy scarlet cloaks doing a terrible job hiding their presence, but they are clearly very interested in him.
In the center of town stands a large, newly built roadhouse of fieldstone and rough-hewn timbers. The common room is filled with locals nursing mugs of ale or cider, all of them eyeing you with curiosity.
Vayle decides it's late, so it's best just to head to the inn and try to get more information, and if not, he really could use a good night of sleep.
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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Upon entering, he finds the cozy and welcoming atmosphere of the Stonehill Inn. The inn's proprietor, Toblen Stonehill, a middle-aged man with a warm smile, greets him from behind the bar. "Welcome to the Stonehill Inn, traveler. What can I do for you this fine evening?"
Vayle returns the greeting and takes a seat at one of the empty tables. "Thank you. I've had a long journey, and I could use some food and a drink. What do you recommend?"
Toblen nods understandingly. "You've come to the right place. Our specialty is a hearty stew, made with local ingredients. It's quite popular among travelers. And for a drink, we have a selection of local ales and wines. What's your pleasure?"
Vayle's stomach growls in agreement, and he smiles appreciatively. "I'll have a bowl of the stew and a mug of your finest ale, please."
Toblen jots down the order, his pen scratching against parchment. "Coming right up. Sit tight, and I'll bring it to you shortly."
As Vayle waits for his meal, he takes a moment to observe the inn's surroundings. The room is filled with a mix of locals and travelers, their conversations blending into a comforting hum of activity. It seems like a safe haven, away from the troubles lurking outside.
Toblen returns with a steaming bowl of stew and a frothy mug of ale, placing them before Vayle. "Here you go, friend. Enjoy your meal and let me know if you need anything else."
Vayle nods gratefully, the aroma of the stew wafting enticingly toward him. "Thank you. It looks delicious. I'll be sure to let you know if I need anything."
With a polite smile, Toblen leaves Vayle to savor his meal in peace. As Vayle indulges in the warm and nourishing stew, he momentarily sets aside the concerns of the day, taking solace in the comforting atmosphere of the Stonehill Inn.
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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As Vayle begins to enjoy his meal, a friendly barmaid named Elsa approaches his table, carrying a tray with a mug of frothy ale. She places it before Vayle with a warm smile.
"Here you go, love. Your ale." Elsa says cheerfully. "Enjoy it, and if you need anything else, just give me a shout."
Vayle nods appreciatively and takes a sip of the ale, savoring its flavor. As he sets the mug back down, Elsa leans in a bit closer, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. "You know, I've got a bit of gossip for you." Elsa whispers, as if sharing a juicy secret. "Have you heard about Daran Edermath? He's the old retired adventurer who lives on the outskirts of town."
Vayle leans in, intrigued by the prospect of some local knowledge. "No, I haven't heard much about him. What's the gossip, Elsa?"
Elsa lowers her voice even further, as if divulging classified information. "Well, rumor has it that Daran Edermath used to be part of a group that fought against some big, bad evil in the past. But now, he spends his days teaching youngsters the ways of the blade and the bow. Some say he still has some fight left in him, though."
Vayle raises an eyebrow, intrigued by the tales of the retired adventurer. "Sounds like an interesting person to know. I might have to pay him a visit. Thank you for the gossip, Elsa."
Elsa chuckles softly and straightens up. "You're welcome, love. It's always nice to share a bit of gossip around here. Now, as for your meal and ale, that will be 5 silver pieces, please." (Removed 10 sp)
Vayle reaches into his pouch and retrieves the required payment. He places the coins on the table and slides them toward Elsa. "Here you go, Elsa. Keep the change."
Elsa's smile widens, appreciative of the gesture. "You're too kind, Vayle. If you need anything else, don't hesitate to let me know. Enjoy your evening!"
With that, Elsa leaves Vayle to his meal, returning to her other duties at the inn. Vayle continues to enjoy the delicious stew and the pleasant ambiance of the Stonehill Inn, keeping the gossip about Daran Edermath in mind for future exploration.
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."
As Vayle savors his meal, a weathered-looking farmer named Narth approaches his table, his footsteps heavy with fatigue. He leans in slightly, his voice tinged with a mix of weariness and curiosity.
"Excuse me, friend." Narth says, catching Vayle's attention. "I couldn't help but notice you're new in town. Have you met Sister Garaele yet?"
Vayle looks up, offering a friendly smile to the farmer. "No, I haven't had the pleasure. Who is Sister Garaele?"
Narth takes a seat opposite Vayle, grateful for the chance to rest his tired legs. "Sister Garaele is a priestess of Tymora, the goddess of luck. She's been living in Phandalin for a while now, tending to the spiritual needs of the townsfolk. She's a kind-hearted soul, always ready to offer a listening ear or a helping hand."
Vayle nods, intrigued by the description. "She sounds like someone worth meeting. Where can I find Sister Garaele?"
Narth points toward the direction of the Shrine of Luck. "You'll find her at the Shrine of Luck, just a short walk from here. She spends most of her time there, praying and performing her duties. If you're in need of guidance or have questions about the town, she might be able to help."
Vayle thanks Narth for the information, grateful for the chance to expand his network of acquaintances in Phandalin. "I appreciate the tip, my good sir. I'll make sure to pay Sister Garaele a visit. Is there anything else I should know about her or the shrine?"
Narth scratches his chin, pondering for a moment. "Well, I've heard that Sister Garaele has been concerned about some disturbances in the area. She's been asking around for someone brave enough to investigate. If you're up for it, it might be worth talking to her about it."
Vayle's interest piques further. "Disturbances, you say? I'm always ready to lend a hand. I'll definitely speak to Sister Garaele about it."
Narth rises from his seat, his tiredness apparent in his movements. "I wish you luck on your journey, friend. If you need anything else or have any more questions, don't hesitate to find me. I'll be around, tending to my crops."
Vayle thanks Narth for his assistance and bids him farewell. With the farmer's information about Sister Garaele and the potential disturbances in mind, Vayle finishes his meal, eager to pay a visit to the Shrine of Luck and learn more about the town's happenings.
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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As Vayle sits at his table, engrossed in his thoughts, a hushed argument breaks out between Toblen and Trilena, the innkeeper's wife. Their voices are filled with tension, and their words are barely audible above the murmurs of the inn's patrons. Toblen seems adamant about not wanting to bother Vayle, while Trilena appears resolute and determined.
After a moment, Trilena breaks away from the argument and approaches Vayle's table, her expression a mix of frustration and concern. She takes a deep breath before speaking, her voice filled with determination.
"Excuse me, sir." Trilena says, her tone slightly urgent. "I apologize for interrupting your meal, but I couldn't help but overhear your conversation earlier. I need to tell you something."
Vayle looks up, his attention fully focused on Trilena. "Of course, what is it?"
Trilena's eyes flicker with a mix of sadness and anger as she continues, her voice lowering slightly. "There was a woodcarver in town, Thel Dendrar. He stood up to the Redbrands when they came to his shop, leering at his wife. They... they murdered him, right in front of several townsfolk."
Vayle's expression turns somber as he absorbs the gravity of Trilena's words. "That's terrible. I'm so sorry for his loss. What happened after they took his body?"
Trilena's voice quivers with a hint of fear. "The Redbrands... they grabbed his body and left. That's all I know. But I'm worried about his wife and children. I don't know what will happen to them now that he's gone."
Vayle's gaze softens with empathy as he reaches out to offer a reassuring gesture. "I understand your concern. It's a difficult situation, but we'll do our best to help. Thank you for sharing this with me, Trilena."
Trilena nods, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "Please, if you can, find a way to protect them, to ensure their safety. Nobody should have to suffer like this."
Vayle places a comforting hand on Trilena's shoulder, offering a gentle squeeze. "I promise you, I will do everything in my power to help. No one should have to live in fear like this. We'll find a way."
Trilena gives a grateful smile, her burden momentarily lightened by Vayle's reassurance. "Thank you, kind stranger. May luck be on your side in the days to come."
With that, Trilena takes a step back and returns to her duties, leaving Vayle to contemplate the grim situation that has befallen Thel Dendrar's family. Determined to assist them and put an end to the Redbrands' tyranny, Vayle's resolve strengthens.
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."
After taking a moment to collect herself, Trilena wipes away the lingering tears from her face and straightens her posture. Determination shines in her eyes as she calls out to her young son, Pip, who had been playing nearby.
"Pip, come here for a moment, dear." Trilena beckons, her voice gentle yet firm.
Pip, a curious and energetic boy, bounces over to his mother's side, his eyes wide with anticipation. "Yes, Mama? What's going on?"
Trilena takes a deep breath, glancing briefly at Vayle before turning her attention back to Pip. "Pip, remember what Carp Alderleaf told you earlier today? Can you tell this kind stranger about it?"
Pip nods enthusiastically, eager to share what he knows. "Oh, yes! Carp told me that his mom, Qelline Alderleaf, saw a secret entrance to the Redbrand hideout. It's hidden in the woods behind Tresendar Manor!"
Vayle listens attentively, his interest piqued by the new information. "Thank you, Pip. That's valuable information. Is there anything else Carp mentioned?"
Pip furrows his brow in concentration, struggling to recall the details. "Um, Carp also said that the Redbrands have been causing a lot of trouble in town. They take people's money and bully them. It's not fair!"
Trilena places a comforting hand on Pip's shoulder, interjecting softly. "That's right, Pip. But now this kind stranger knows what Carp told you. They might be able to do something about it."
Pip's eyes widen with a mix of hope and excitement. "You'll stop the Redbrands, won't you?"
Vayle offers a reassuring smile, his determination echoing in his voice. "I'll do everything I can, Pip. No one should have to live in fear. Your information will help me greatly. Thank you."
Pip beams, satisfied with his contribution. "You're welcome! Good luck, mister!"
Trilena gives her son a gentle pat on the back, pride shining in her eyes. "That's my brave boy. Now, run along and play while Mama finishes her work."
Pip nods, giving a quick wave to Vayle before bounding off to resume his playtime. Trilena watches him with a mixture of love and worry before turning her attention back to Vayle.
"Thank you for listening to Pip, kind stranger." Trilena says, her voice filled with gratitude. "I hope his words can help you in your quest to bring an end to the Redbrands' tyranny. If there's anything else you need, please don't hesitate to ask."
Vayle nods, appreciating Trilena's support. "I'm grateful for your son's information. I'll do my best to make Phandalin a safer place for everyone."
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."
Vayle rises from his seat, his expression filled with empathy and determination. He reaches out and gently takes Trilena's hand in his own, his grip both reassuring and sincere.
"Ms. Stonehill, you have a very brave son, and your concern for his well-being is understandable." Vayle says earnestly. "I want you to know that I am committed to ensuring the safety of you and your family. The Redbrands' reign of fear will come to an end, and Phandalin will be a place where you can live without constant worry."
Trilena's eyes shimmer with a mix of gratitude and relief as she squeezes Vayle's hand in return. "Thank you, Vayle. Your words mean more to me than you can imagine. It's a comfort to know that there are people like you willing to stand up for what is right."
Vayle nods, his voice filled with determination. "I won't let you down. Your family's safety is now part of my mission. We will put an end to the Redbrands' tyranny and restore peace to Phandalin."
Trilena offers a genuine smile, her worry momentarily eased by Vayle's reassurance. "I believe in you, Vayle. May luck and the blessings of Tymora be with you on your journey."
With a final squeeze of Trilena's hand, Vayle releases his grip and steps back, his resolve strengthened by the connection formed in that brief moment. He nods gratefully to Trilena before resuming his seat, ready to continue his quest and bring justice to the troubled town of Phandalin.
Trilena watches him for a moment, a glimmer of hope returning to her eyes, before she turns and heads back to attend to her tasks at the inn. Vayle finishes his meal, and retires for the day. He thinks about what he will do the next day regarding the town's menace.
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."
The next morning, Vayle gathers with his half-elf sorcerer companion, Simon Aumar, and Sildar Hallwinter for breakfast at the inn. They exchange greetings and settle at a table, ready to discuss the information they acquired the previous night.
Vayle begins recounting the details, his voice filled with determination. "Last night, I spoke with Trilena Stonehill, the innkeeper's wife. She shared with me the tragic story of Thel Dendrar, the woodcarver who stood up to the Redbrands and was subsequently murdered. It seems the Redbrands have been causing a lot of trouble in town."
Sildar's eyes narrow with a mix of concern and frustration. "Yes, I'm aware of the Redbrands and their disruptive presence here. That's one of the reasons I came to Phandalin. I intend to discuss this matter with Harbin Wester, the townmaster. It's time the town's leadership takes action."
The companions nod in agreement, understanding the urgency of the situation. They finish their breakfast, paying their dues to Toblen Stonehill, and make their way to the Townmaster's Hall. (Removed 5sp for room. Vayle and Simon are sharing a room.)
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."
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.
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Upon arrival, they are greeted by the sight of Harbin Wester, a portly and self-important figure, who seems more preoccupied with his own comforts than the welfare of the town. Sildar's expression hardens as he prepares himself for the impending discussion.
Sildar steps forward, his voice firm and authoritative. "Harbin, we need to talk. The Redbrands have become a menace in Phandalin, and it's high time something is done about it."
Harbin Wester glances up from his desk, his gaze filled with indifference. "Ah, Sildar. Always bringing me more troubles to deal with. Can't you see I'm busy? What's so important about these Redbrands?"
Sildar's frustration is palpable as he retorts, "The Redbrands have been extorting the townsfolk, causing fear and unrest. They've even resorted to murder. We need your support to address this issue and bring order back to Phandalin."
Harbin dismissively waves a pudgy hand. "Oh, it's not my concern. I have other matters to attend to. Let the Redbrands do as they please. It's not my responsibility."
Simon leans in, his voice laced with annoyance. "Harbin, it is your responsibility as townmaster to ensure the safety and well-being of the people you govern. Ignoring the Redbrands won't make them go away. We need action, and we need it now."
Harbin's face reddens, partly from anger and partly from embarrassment at being called out. He stammers for a moment before finally responding, "Fine, fine. Do whatever you want. But don't come crying to me when things get worse. And while you're at it, Iarno Albrek, a member of the Lords' Alliance, has gone missing. Perhaps you can find him as well, since you're so keen on solving problems."
Sildar's eyes narrow as he recognizes the name. "Iarno Albrek... He is indeed someone we are looking for. We will do what we can to find him and address the Redbrands. But mark my words, Harbin, your lack of action will have consequences."
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."
Sildar, frustrated with Harbin Wester's lack of action, takes charge of the situation. He raises his voice, asserting his authority. "Harbin, considering your indifference and incompetence, I will be assuming operational control over Phandalin on behalf of the Lords Alliance." Sildar declares sternly. "Until we resolve these issues, you are relieved of your responsibilities."
Harbin splutters in confusion, attempting to protest, but Sildar pays him no mind. Instead, he turns to Vayle and Simon, his gaze steady and determined.
"Vayle, Simon, I trust you both to handle this matter with the Redbrands and uncover the whereabouts of Iarno Albrek." Sildar says, his voice carrying a mix of urgency and confidence. "You have proven yourselves capable, and I believe you can bring justice to Phandalin. Should you succeed in resolving these problems, the Lords Alliance will reward you with 200 gold pieces."
Vayle and Simon nod, their resolve solidifying. They understand the gravity of the task ahead and the trust Sildar has placed in them.
"We won't let you down, Sildar." Vayle asserts with determination. "We'll put an end to the Redbrands and uncover the truth about Iarno Albrek. Phandalin will be a safer place."
Simon, his eyes gleaming with arcane energy, adds, "We'll use our skills and resources to get to the bottom of these troubles. The people of Phandalin deserve better, and we won't rest until justice is served."
With a final nod, Sildar offers his gratitude. "Thank you both. I will stay at the Townmaster's Hall to coordinate efforts and provide any support you may need. May luck be on your side."
The trio exchanges determined glances before parting ways. Vayle and Simon prepare themselves for the challenges that lie ahead, knowing that the fate of Phandalin and the missing Iarno Albrek rest in their hands. With resolve and the promise of a reward, they set out to confront the Redbrands and uncover the truth, determined to bring peace and justice back to the troubled town.
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."
Vayle and Simon make their way to the residence of Daran Edermath, the retired adventurer. The house bears signs of a life well-traveled, with various artifacts and weapons adorning the walls. They are greeted by Daran, a seasoned figure with a grizzled beard and piercing eyes.
"Ah, Vayle, Simon, what brings you here today?" Daran asks, curiosity evident in his voice.
Vayle offers a respectful nod. "Greetings, Daran. We seek your wisdom and guidance. We are faced with the challenge of the Redbrands and the search for Gundren Rockseeker, who we believe has been taken to Cragmaw Castle by goblins. We were hoping you might have some advice."
Daran's eyes darken with concern as he listens to their plight. "The Redbrands and Cragmaw Castle, you say? Troubling matters indeed. As for the Redbrands, they are a band of thugs and bullies, driven by greed and a thirst for power. Confronting them directly may prove dangerous, as they are known to be ruthless. However, I can offer you this advice: gather information, seek allies, and strike when the opportunity arises."
Vayle nods, appreciating the guidance. "Thank you, Daran. We will take your words to heart. But we also seek the location of Cragmaw Castle. We believe that Gundren is being held captive there. Do you have any knowledge of its whereabouts?"
Daran's expression saddens slightly, a hint of regret in his voice. "I'm sorry, my friend, but I do not possess that specific information. Cragmaw Castle is not a place I encountered in my adventuring days. However, I may be able to offer an alternative suggestion."
He continues, "There is a druid by the name of Reidoth who resides in the ruins of Thundertree, an abandoned town to the northeast. Reidoth possesses extensive knowledge of the region, and it is possible that he may have information about Cragmaw Castle. Seek him out, for he may hold the key to your search."
Vayle nods, grateful for the advice. "Thank you, Daran. Your guidance has been invaluable. We will make our way to Thundertree and seek out Reidoth. With any luck, he will help us in our quest."
Daran offers a reassuring smile. "You are most welcome, my young friends. Stay vigilant and may your endeavors be successful. Remember, the path of an adventurer is filled with both challenges and rewards. I have faith in your abilities."
With a final farewell and a sense of renewed purpose, Vayle and Simon bid their farewell to Daran Edermath. They leave his residence, their thoughts already turning toward the journey to Thundertree, hoping that Reidoth the Druid will provide the answers they seek and lead them closer to rescuing Gundren and putting an end to the Redbrands' reign of terror.
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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Vayle and Simon make their way to Alderleaf Farm, where Qelline Alderleaf resides. The scent of nature and the sound of bustling farm life greet them as they approach. Qelline, a wise and experienced halfling, notices their arrival and welcomes them with a warm smile.
"Ah, Vayle and Simon, it's good to see you both." Qelline greets them, her voice carrying a hint of wisdom. "What brings you to my humble abode today?"
Vayle returns the smile and speaks with respect. "Greetings, Qelline. We have come seeking your knowledge and guidance. We have heard that your son, Carp, discovered a secret entrance to the Redbrand hideout. We were wondering if you could provide us with more information about it."
Qelline's eyes twinkle with a mix of curiosity and understanding. "Ah, Carp has always had a knack for finding hidden things. Yes, indeed, he did stumble upon a secret entrance to the Redbrand hideout. It's located beneath Tresendar Manor, the old ruined building in the eastern part of town."
Vayle listens intently, grateful for the information. "Thank you, Qelline. Your insight is invaluable. We will be sure to investigate this secret entrance and put an end to the Redbrands' mischief."
Qelline's warm hospitality shines through as she offers them a seat at her table. "Please, stay for lunch. It's the least I can do to repay you for your efforts in keeping Phandalin safe."
Vayle and Simon graciously accept the offer, taking a seat at the table. The aroma of home-cooked food fills the air as Qelline serves a delicious meal, showcasing her skill as both a farmer and a cook.
As they enjoy the meal, conversation flows, with Qelline sharing tidbits of information about the town, its history, and the challenges it faces. Her wisdom and pragmatism offer a deeper understanding of the community and its struggles.
Vayle and Simon appreciate the kind gesture and the opportunity to learn more about Phandalin. They savor the food and engage in meaningful discussion, gaining further insights that will aid them in their quest against the Redbrands.
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."
As Vayle and Simon enjoy their lunch, Vayle takes the opportunity to ask Qelline about Cragmaw Castle, hoping for any additional information she may possess. Qelline listens attentively and ponders for a moment before responding.
"Cragmaw Castle, you say? It's an old fortress nestled deep within the Neverwinter Wood. It was once the stronghold of the Cragmaw goblin tribe, known for their mischievous ways and penchant for causing trouble." Qelline explains. "However, I'm afraid I don't have any specific knowledge about its current state or location."
She continues, a spark of familiarity in her eyes. "But I do know someone who might be able to help you. Reidoth, the Druid, is an old friend of mine. He has extensive knowledge of the region, and I believe he might be able to assist you in your search for Cragmaw Castle." Qelline smiles warmly. "If you do happen to come across Reidoth during your travels, please send him my regards. It's been some time since we last spoke."
Vayle nods appreciatively. "Thank you, Qelline. We will certainly keep an eye out for Reidoth and pass along your message. Your guidance has been invaluable."
Qelline reaches for a piece of parchment nearby and a quill, quickly jotting down directions for Vayle and Simon. "Thundertree, the town where Reidoth resides, is located just west of the Neverwinter Wood. The ruins you seek are about fifty miles northwest of Phandalin. Follow the Triboar Trail north until you reach the outskirts of Neverwinter Wood. From there, head west until you come across the ruins of Thundertree." She hands the parchment to Vayle. "Here are the directions. I hope they help you navigate the way."
Vayle accepts the parchment, grateful for the guidance. "Thank you, Qelline. We truly appreciate your assistance. We'll make our way to Thundertree and seek out Reidoth. With any luck, he will aid us in our quest."
Qelline offers a supportive smile. "You're welcome, Vayle. Stay safe on your journey, and may the wisdom of Reidoth guide you."
With their stomachs satisfied and their spirits lifted, Vayle and Simon bid farewell to Qelline, ready to continue their adventure and follow the path that will lead them closer to Cragmaw Castle and the answers they seek.
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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As Vayle approaches the Shrine of Luck, he feels a sense of reverence and anticipation. The small stone shrine, adorned with symbols of Tymora, emanates an aura of hope and possibility. He places a gold piece on the shrine, a humble offering to the goddess of luck and good fortune.
Just as he finishes his gesture, the door to Sister Garaele's nearby home opens, and the acolyte steps out. Vayle's breath catches in his chest as he lays eyes upon her, struck by her simple beauty and the grace with which she carries herself. In that moment, it seems as though an unspoken connection forms between them, a silent understanding of shared purpose and destiny.
Sister Garaele, too, recognizes something in Vayle, a kindred spirit, and a determination that resonates with her own. She steps forward, her gaze meeting his with a mixture of curiosity and intrigue. The air between them crackles with unspoken words, yet Vayle finds himself at a loss for how to express his feelings.
Summoning his courage, Vayle clears his throat, his voice betraying a hint of nervousness. "Sister Garaele, I seek Tymora's blessings. I am here with a purpose, to rid this town of the Redbrand menace that plagues its people." he finally manages to say, his eyes earnest.
Sister Garaele listens attentively, a gentle smile gracing her lips. "I understand, Vayle. The town is in great need of heroes like you, and I commend your bravery and determination. As the town's healer, I will remain here, ready to offer my services to those in need. Should you require any healing or guidance, do not hesitate to seek me out."
Vayle's heart swells with gratitude, his eyes meeting Sister Garaele's with a newfound sense of purpose. "Thank you, Sister Garaele. Your support means a great deal to me. I will not falter in my quest to bring peace and safety to Phandalin."
The acolyte nods, her gaze unwavering. "I believe in you, Vayle. May Tymora's blessings guide your path and grant you the luck you seek. Stay true to your cause, and know that I will be here, praying for your success and the safety of our town."
With a shared understanding and a silent promise between them, Vayle and Sister Garaele part ways for now. Vayle feels a renewed determination and a flicker of hope in his heart as he continues on his journey, knowing that in Sister Garaele, he has found not only an ally but also a source of inspiration and support.
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."
As Sister Garaele's step falters, Vayle's reflexes kick in, and he swiftly catches her in his arms, preventing her from falling. In that moment of closeness, their proximity allows Vayle to catch a whiff of her delicate, flowery scent, despite her not being a Wood Elf like himself. Concern floods his eyes as he notices the large bruise behind her left thigh, prompting him to inquire about what happened.
Sister Garaele, a mixture of gratitude and determination in her eyes, holds Vayle's gaze. "Vayle, your quest to deal with the Redbrands takes priority. There is much at stake for our town, and your bravery is needed now more than ever. If you have time to spare after dealing with them, I will share with you the story behind this bruise and what has befallen me."
Vayle's heart swells with empathy, and he nods, his voice filled with conviction. "I promise you, Sister Garaele, I will take care of the Redbrands and rid this town of their menace. But know that once the task is accomplished, I will return to you and aid you in any way I can. Your well-being is important to me."
Their eyes lock, a silent understanding and shared determination passing between them. Sister Garaele's gaze is filled with a mixture of gratitude and longing, as if she too yearns for the moment they can fully address her situation. With a passionate intensity, she nods, conveying her trust in Vayle's promise.
Feeling a surge of determination, Vayle gently sets Sister Garaele back on her feet, his hands lingering for a moment longer than necessary. "Take care of yourself, Sister Garaele. Know that I will not rest until Phandalin is safe, and until I can offer you the support you deserve. May Tymora watch over you until we meet again."
Sister Garaele's eyes shimmer with a mix of emotions, gratitude and hope shining through. "Thank you, Vayle. May Tymora's luck and your strength be with you. I eagerly await your return."
With a final lingering look, Vayle turns and continues on his journey, his heart filled with resolve. He knows that the path ahead is fraught with challenges, but the promise he made to Sister Garaele strengthens his determination. He is determined to succeed, not only for the sake of Phandalin but also for the chance to come back to her and be the support she needs.
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."