You are in the city of Neverwinter when your dwarf patron and friend, Gundren Rockseeker, hires you to escort a wagon to Phandalin. Gundren has gone ahead with a warrior, Sildar Hallwinter, to attend to business in the town while you follow with the supplies. You will be paid 10 gp each by the owner of Barthen’s Provisions in Phandalin when you deliver the wagon safely to that trading post.
You see standing before you a large, muscular man in a loincloth and thick coat made of wolf skins. "Hello, I'm Bruce," he smiles. "I will be helping you get what you need to get started on the road to Phandalin."
"Well, Corban," Bruce returns you handshake with a pat on the shoulder. "Looks like you've got everything you need. Let's see about the others." He turns to a lightfoot halfling nearby. "You, sir, need to equip your weapons and armor before we get started. Rolro, was it?"
Okay. "So, we have Corban the Goliath, Rolro the halfling, and Hiroshi the elf," Bruce says. "Is that everyone? Two of you are going to have to ride in the wagon while the rest walk or ride their mounts. Who wants to ride on the wagon, and who has their own mount? If need be, we can get mounts here in Neverwinter before we head out."
A yuan-ti woman steps from behind the elf. She's outfitted with chainmail, two short swords, and a light crossbow by the look of it, with her undershirt and cloak being a dark blue. Her long dark hair is tied up in a long singular braid, revealing a smattering of silver scales that work up onto her cheeks and temples. Her red slitted eyes survey the others of her group.
"I'm Nari, hired for this," she gestures vaguely. "I can walk."
OOC: I have been waiting all day to post; so, although we have an hour before my regular posting time, I will go ahead and get this party started.
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.
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.
You all turn to see a tall, slender man approach, with white hair that seems to flow, despite the lack of a breeze, flawless purplish skin and almost pure-white eyes. He's clad in form-fitting leather and carries a yklwa, with a light crossbow slung over his back and two daggers on his belt.
He smiles a radiant smile. "I'm Mayhew, and I'm glad to be joining all of you for our journey through this small portion of the Material Plane. I'm also happy to walk, especially alongside such esteemed company. Shall we away?"
Looks around the woods and listens for any noise. I hear nothing and see nothing i ask everyone. I can go look at them and see if i can find anything, anyone care to join? I look back at every one and slowly start to walk forward towards the horses.
Nariwalks forward at the beckon, hands on the hilts of her short swords. She scans the area as they walk forward, looking for any sign of an enemy in wait. Perception: 20
You are in the city of Neverwinter when your dwarf patron and friend, Gundren Rockseeker, hires you to escort a wagon to Phandalin. Gundren has gone ahead with a warrior, Sildar Hallwinter, to attend to business in the town while you follow with the supplies. You will be paid 10 gp each by the owner of Barthen’s Provisions in Phandalin when you deliver the wagon safely to that trading post.
You see standing before you a large, muscular man in a loincloth and thick coat made of wolf skins. "Hello, I'm Bruce," he smiles. "I will be helping you get what you need to get started on the road to Phandalin."
Hello Bruce, my name is corban. I smile back at him reach out and shake his hand. Sounds like a plan my friend let’s get started.
"Well, Corban," Bruce returns you handshake with a pat on the shoulder. "Looks like you've got everything you need. Let's see about the others." He turns to a lightfoot halfling nearby. "You, sir, need to equip your weapons and armor before we get started. Rolro, was it?"
"That's me," the halfling responds while trying to force the arm-sleeve of his light armor over his head.
Okay. "So, we have Corban the Goliath, Rolro the halfling, and Hiroshi the elf," Bruce says. "Is that everyone? Two of you are going to have to ride in the wagon while the rest walk or ride their mounts. Who wants to ride on the wagon, and who has their own mount? If need be, we can get mounts here in Neverwinter before we head out."
I can walk for a while I’ve got long legs, if we happen to find a mount i can fit on I’ll get it.
A yuan-ti woman steps from behind the elf. She's outfitted with chainmail, two short swords, and a light crossbow by the look of it, with her undershirt and cloak being a dark blue. Her long dark hair is tied up in a long singular braid, revealing a smattering of silver scales that work up onto her cheeks and temples. Her red slitted eyes survey the others of her group.
"I'm Nari, hired for this," she gestures vaguely. "I can walk."
Okay. "Is everyone ready?" Bruce asks. "Rolro, I suggest you ride the wagon since you have such short legs and do not have the speed of the others."
"I am ready."
Okay. So, Rolro and Hiroshi are riding in the wagon while Corban, Nari, and the rest are walking alongside.
Okay.
OOC: I have been waiting all day to post; so, although we have an hour before my regular posting time, I will go ahead and get this party started.
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.
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.
"Hello, good people. Apologies for my tardiness."
You all turn to see a tall, slender man approach, with white hair that seems to flow, despite the lack of a breeze, flawless purplish skin and almost pure-white eyes. He's clad in form-fitting leather and carries a yklwa, with a light crossbow slung over his back and two daggers on his belt.
He smiles a radiant smile. "I'm Mayhew, and I'm glad to be joining all of you for our journey through this small portion of the Material Plane. I'm also happy to walk, especially alongside such esteemed company. Shall we away?"
Looks around the woods and listens for any noise. I hear nothing and see nothing i ask everyone. I can go look at them and see if i can find anything, anyone care to join? I look back at every one and slowly start to walk forward towards the horses.
"You are very brave." Mayhew unslings his crossbow. "If you're going to inspect those animals, I'll cover you."
Mayhew would like to scan the woods for signs of life. If the DM allows, he'll make a Perception check (+1).
I haven't tried a die roll in the forums before, so apologies in advance if I screw this up.
18
I meant Mayhew will specifically look for enemies, not just any signs of life, but really, with a 9, it probably doesn't matter anyway, hehe.
Nari walks forward at the beckon, hands on the hilts of her short swords. She scans the area as they walk forward, looking for any sign of an enemy in wait. Perception: 20
You see some rustling in the bushes just before four armed goblins come leaping out at you.
Roll initiative.
Initiative: 13
Mayhew's initiative: 15