Abigail heads out, taking to hiding spots as she slowly searches around. While she doesn't quite see anything, she does find signs of trails - made trails - not natural ones in the brush. They're more obscure. Could be goblin, or Hn'ti, or something else. Still - it's the best lead you've seen for a week.
Sim heads out in a slightly different direction. Looking to find signs of movement. Scouring the rocks and broken twigs, he sees some passing signs of life. White-hawk feathers and a few bones of a bird. Old sheep dung. Little in the way of learning where the goblins may have been.
Lafetha sets out, trying to find some kind of food. Hours of searching do come up mostly empty handed. Some small lizards. Bit of wild herbs. A handful of small berries. Nothing to assist with rations, but at least a bit of flavoring.
Diadochi and Yaalin head out after meeting with everyone. Together their expedition proves quite successful. In their search they too find some small ground rodents and a handful of lizards. Some buds and roots of plants that'll preserve well. Some songbirds and a few eggs. The bigger trove of what they find happens on their way back. A barrel tucked away; hidden out of sight. With it, two bedrolls, a net, and four spears and two drinking horns. Each horn is full of some kind of pungent alcohol. The small barrel full of what seem to be preserved, fermented white-hawks. They were probably killed last year, left out in winter to rot, ferment, and stay preserved.
Being out in the wilderness, alone, does give you all some time to think and reflect on the events of these past weeks....
Lafetha
You feel like you're missing something. You have a deeper understanding of the arcane arts than most. The goblin, Rot, the one trying to open the portal. You think it was some kind of arcane magic.
Yaalin
You reflect on the stones. The runes on them and the runes on the wall by where Rot was attempting to cast. There's something... familiar. You think back on what you've studied since getting here. Both seemed very similar to the runes carved into the tree inside Orta's house. The towns-people did call her the Runekeeper.
Sim
The mountain is cold. And not giving up its secrets. This search for the goblins is running on the sole faith that Shale is going to try again. But the way those motes flew from everyone goblin, made some sick. None came from Shale. Wishing you had the moment to explore his secret office further, something dawns on you. What if.. Shale isn't a goblin?
When you all return to camp, you find yourselves getting well fed from the finds of the day. Spending the majority of the afternoon and parts of the evening making the rations and catching up with others. (You all craft 10 rations. Yaalin's 8 +2 for crit)
Morning comes without incident. The day is ahead of you all.
Sim returns to camp pondering upon the oddities in the puzzle they are facing. Then he tells his companions his thoughts “Why was Shale immune from the life drain? He doubted the spell could distinguish one goblin from the next. So if it pulled life from all Goblins and not Shale then in that is the case then Shale must not be a goblin. I think we need to head back to the town of Rest. I think Lady Orta misled us. She led us up here, told us where to find the apple, and I’m afraid it was all lies. And I’m sick of playing her game. But first I’d like to drop off this hide with our armorer.”
Diadochi will bring everything they found to the group but he will take the alcohol and put it into his personal effects be for they make it back, saying to Yaalin "I think we might want to save this for motivation for Abigail, carrots, not sticks and all that."
Chuckling at the idea of bribing Abigail later Yaalin agrees to stow the alcohol.
"Sigh, this feels bad goin' back with no real progress on any mission we have been up here for but I think your right, Someone has misled us and we are getting no closer to the Apple."
She sighs heavily her shell shifting with the motion. "lead on I guess, there are heads that need breaking for causing us to wander lost here for damn near a month and I intend to break them."
That night, the group packs up. Getting their supplies back together before heading off to Rest.
The journey is uneventful. The first two days are difficult hunting grounds. No real game available. Luckily, you do all eat the rations you made. And with Yaalin's ability to create water, nobody goes hungry. The remaining four days get back out of the higher altitudes. More songbirds, goats, and rooted vegetation becoming more plentiful. The thawing snow packs creating small streams where you're able to get water.
It's on the sixth day of travel that you see Rest and the wagon train.
Mama and Sora greet you coming off the mountain at dusk; riding up to you all on two horses. "Glad ye ain't spiders. That would've been annoyin' to find up there," she said, adjusting her peg-leg in a stirrup. "But I got a pot o'stew goin on. Figure you all can debrief me there. Figure out some next steps 'n all."
A small cooking fire is beside a bonfire in the camp. Over in Rest, people coming out of the tilled fields. Probably heading into town for dinner or drinks.
Sim nods at the welcoming committee and then with Diadochi’s help takes the Bullet hide to the wagon armorer. “Evening, what can you make me with this?”
Sim nods at the welcoming committee and then with Diadochi’s help takes the Bullet hide to the wagon armorer. “Evening, what can you make me with this?”
Sora-ha, the other person on the horse, looks over at the hide. Her white shifting as the dragonborn lowers her head towards it. A clawed hand running along the hide for a moment.
"Many. Things. Studded leather. Sets of hide armor. Could try. A breastplate. Ironside could fashion. Into weapon," she takes a large whiff of the hide. "But. Not enough. For all." She sits back up in her saddle. "I keep. Whatever hide. Is left over?"
Lafetha sits down by the fire and eats some of Mama's stew and rests up a little after the long journey back.
When she is full and rested enough, she starts to head down to the town of Rest to see what is happening in town/with the town's people/city vibe. She offers back to the group, "going into town. Anyone coming with?"
Yaalin shakes her head at the bursting eagerness from Sim to get the hide examined.
"Soup sounds lovely Mama," She pauses trying to remember if she got sick last time she ate the soup and shrugs realizing it can't be worse than some of the camp food they have been eating, "It isn't good news I am afraid. Odd choice of words too..."
She squints at Mama
"Though that tale is best told away from others." her gaze sweeping in the direction of Lady ortas house.
Diadochi throws his hand up in the air "how did you know we were spiders? are you the designer of our torment? Will we head back out to find that everything we did has been undone as though we were never there, but we won't know that because we'll have forgotten the whole ordeal? Just an endless cycle that we keep willingly jumping into because we know we deserve it? how many times have we done this before? and what do you get out of it? Does our suffering feed you in some way? Well I see everything now, and Stew sounds lovely, thank you!" Diadochi eats the stew fervently making a show of how much he's enjoying it.
When he turns in the Bullet leather he says "Go ahead and start on the breast plate if you would. Also if you could use some of the leather scraps to make friendship bracelets for me and my whole group here..." he pointedly looks at Mama "Because we've discovered that friendship is the REAL apple we found along the way!" he turns back to Sora-ha "anything after that you can of course keep. I don't suppose anyone in the caravan has wood working tools they could part with for coin or trade?"
Diadochi says to his team ((if he can't get wood working tools from the Caravan he'll Start with "After I get these wood carving tools...")) "Let's pay the Mayor a visit, see how newlywed life is treating him, also I vaguely remember signing a contract with him, so we should give him an update on whatever it was once we remember what we've agreed to." He then heads int town fully expecting for his memory to reset and the whole adventure to start over.
Mama listens to Diaodochi, before giving a series of long and slow nods. She leans over, taking her riding crop and whacking it against Diadochi's head.
"Quit being a child. It's gettin' dark and no mayor is gonna listen to someone who can't keep their head on their neck. She then turns and gives a nod over to Yaalin, before following her gaze. Seeing Lady Orta's tree a good 30 minute walk away. The edge of town being about 20 minutes and Orta being in the older part of Rest as is.
"''ery well." She turns on her horse, Sora-ha following with her. But Sora seems to be keeping a steady and untrusting gaze at Diadochi, before looking back at Sim. "When asked to make a breastplate, Sora-ha gives a firm nod and discusses that it'll take some time. About 6 weeks if everything goes well.
Back at camp, Mama begins to serve her stew. It's... compared to the food and rations... delicious. Compared to a good meal, terrible. Still bland. Random thrown together bits of meats and fats. It'll certainly keep you all alive though. While eating, she asks questions. Trying to see what's been going on and how close the job has been. When discussing how she knew you were spiders...
"I'm paid to keep tabs and keep us all on task. And make sure you don't get the prize and try to steal it for yourself. So I peak in on ya. One time saw you were bugs. Bout to mount a rescue." She heads over to some of the wagons, unlocking one of the chests that rests in the back of the cart. You all hear the shuffling of coin before she locks the chests and tosses a satchel back at everyone. "Been a month. Gave you all an advance when you set out. This is for the remainin three weeks. Split it evenly." She does go back to eating the stew, offering seconds to anyone who wants more. "Blackmire hired me, and hired you all. As for who payed them for this job, I don't know. Above my pay, and sometimes it's better that way." She sighs and looks up at the old world in the sky. "I'd reckon its someone with money. Rich. Heard about it and wants it for some dumb collection. Folks these days don't get hard work."
(The satchel contains 50 gold, and 10 platinum)
Sora and Ironsides take a moment to eat with each other, sitting close so their matching arm bands touch a bit. They never seem to speak in common. Switching between Draconic and something that sounds very similar to Hn'ti. Ironside, the Goliath, speaks is much more fluent than Sora.
Tyler, Cassie, and Mr. Jacobsen all takes a moment to say their hellos. The family appearing to be doing rather well; although Cassie seems to not be able to get herself warm. Sitting close to the fire and blowing into her hands, despite being so bundled up.
Eshe definitely stops by to ask how your adventures have been. His now dwarven body odd looking. He clearly does not know how to his more wavy hair, so appears to have been shaving and keeping himself bald with a sword. Nicks on the top of his head and face from it all.
After a good few hours of conversation, or at least getting asked questions and details, the others in the camp begin to head off to bed / keeping watchin.
(If Diadochi marches into town and goes to the mayor, he spends 40 minutes walking there and the butler says to come back in the morning)
Yaalin opens the bag and divides the gold to each member before tossing the sack with his portion (and one of Yaalins platinum as well) to diadochi.
((Unless my math is wrong it is 10gp and 2pp to each character))
"I do not intend to abandon this project and will keep you appraised, but we will rest for the night before any further exploits can go wrong." She pats Diadochi on the shoulder leans in whispers to him before heading to find somewhere to sleep.
"Thank you for being here with us my friend, I would not be here still if it were not for you"
Diadochi walks away from the mayor's house "Fair enough. Alright Loop, do your worst." He goes to the Inn, "I'd like enough alcohol to get me drunk, and a bed I can pass out in, please!" Diadochi won't get sloppy because he's half expecting the goblin attack to restart during the night. Once he's sure that won't happen he takes a long rest in a bed. "you don't know how much I've missed you" he says to the bed.
Diadochi walks away from the mayor's house "Fair enough. Alright Loop, do your worst." He goes to the Inn, "I'd like enough alcohol to get me drunk, and a bed I can pass out in, please!"
The bartender, who remembers you all, waives and gets Diadochi some tankards of ale, along with a key to one of the rooms upstairs.
Sim sits and watches the others during dinner and throughout the evening. Seeing Yaalin periodically finger her knife in disappointment. Thinking over how everything has been going and how harsh he had been to try and keep her moving, Sim wakes up early and heads into town. He heads to the weapon smith and buys the largest warhammer he can find. Paying for it with mostly silver. Then takes it back to where Yaalin is sleeping and lies it on the ground next to her and walks away.
Diadochi takes the money "I'm never one to turn down coin when it's offered" he looks Yaalin I'm the eyes "but don't for a second think that's why I do this"
(Lafetha, 6 silver) (Abigail, if you also go to town and decide to drink. 6 silver. Or more if you decide to go hard....)
Morning comes after the group heads to bed. Sim and Yaalin sleeping under the tents back at the camp. Diadochi and Lafetha deciding to spend some coin and rest at the Blood Raven. (Abigail, pick a spot?) Sim wakes up a little early to head into the town. Meeting with some of the villagers who let out their animals from the simple homes. It takes some time, but he eventually finds someone who has the weapon in hand. Paying handsomely for it, which the farmer family gladly makes the exchange. While the weapon was probably in their care for awhile, they aren't soldiers. And can do more with coin now-a-days. Then heads back and gives it over to Yaalin.
The sounds of sheep ring out in the camp early in the morning. Shepherd, the Noctis, can be seen out with them early in the morning. Leaning up on a large staff as he lets the flock roam about. Eyes keeping a lookout for any morning issues.
A lone bird falls out of the sky out in a field by the camp. One of Eshe's arrows striking the bird that was flying away from the town.
Diadochi and Lafetha wake up to the sound of someone in the tavern playing a flute. It echoing up to your rooms, pleasant if sober. And annoyingly high pitched if not. In the main room are a few folks. Some getting a warm morning meal; from farmers to the town guards that are employed by the mayor. Seeming to be discussing ongoing issues of the town. One table having a few rolled up scrolls and a traveler's backpack on the top of it. A short sword still in it's scabbard laying across it. A dirty halfling in a well worn travelers cloak has his feet kicked up on another chair. Swaying a bit in rhythm to the motions of playing his flute.
Abigail heads out, taking to hiding spots as she slowly searches around. While she doesn't quite see anything, she does find signs of trails - made trails - not natural ones in the brush. They're more obscure. Could be goblin, or Hn'ti, or something else. Still - it's the best lead you've seen for a week.
Sim heads out in a slightly different direction. Looking to find signs of movement. Scouring the rocks and broken twigs, he sees some passing signs of life. White-hawk feathers and a few bones of a bird. Old sheep dung. Little in the way of learning where the goblins may have been.
Lafetha sets out, trying to find some kind of food. Hours of searching do come up mostly empty handed. Some small lizards. Bit of wild herbs. A handful of small berries. Nothing to assist with rations, but at least a bit of flavoring.
Diadochi and Yaalin head out after meeting with everyone. Together their expedition proves quite successful. In their search they too find some small ground rodents and a handful of lizards. Some buds and roots of plants that'll preserve well. Some songbirds and a few eggs. The bigger trove of what they find happens on their way back. A barrel tucked away; hidden out of sight. With it, two bedrolls, a net, and four spears and two drinking horns. Each horn is full of some kind of pungent alcohol. The small barrel full of what seem to be preserved, fermented white-hawks. They were probably killed last year, left out in winter to rot, ferment, and stay preserved.
Being out in the wilderness, alone, does give you all some time to think and reflect on the events of these past weeks....
Lafetha
You feel like you're missing something. You have a deeper understanding of the arcane arts than most. The goblin, Rot, the one trying to open the portal. You think it was some kind of arcane magic.
Yaalin
You reflect on the stones. The runes on them and the runes on the wall by where Rot was attempting to cast. There's something... familiar. You think back on what you've studied since getting here. Both seemed very similar to the runes carved into the tree inside Orta's house. The towns-people did call her the Runekeeper.
Sim
The mountain is cold. And not giving up its secrets. This search for the goblins is running on the sole faith that Shale is going to try again. But the way those motes flew from everyone goblin, made some sick. None came from Shale. Wishing you had the moment to explore his secret office further, something dawns on you. What if.. Shale isn't a goblin?
When you all return to camp, you find yourselves getting well fed from the finds of the day. Spending the majority of the afternoon and parts of the evening making the rations and catching up with others. (You all craft 10 rations. Yaalin's 8 +2 for crit)
Morning comes without incident. The day is ahead of you all.
What do you do?
DM PbP Series (Completed) : The Blackmire Company, Voyage of the Windhook ,Shanty of Soulripper, The Streets of Dunnour
Sim returns to camp pondering upon the oddities in the puzzle they are facing. Then he tells his companions his thoughts “Why was Shale immune from the life drain? He doubted the spell could distinguish one goblin from the next. So if it pulled life from all Goblins and not Shale then in that is the case then Shale must not be a goblin. I think we need to head back to the town of Rest. I think Lady Orta misled us. She led us up here, told us where to find the apple, and I’m afraid it was all lies. And I’m sick of playing her game. But first I’d like to drop off this hide with our armorer.”
Diadochi will bring everything they found to the group but he will take the alcohol and put it into his personal effects be for they make it back, saying to Yaalin "I think we might want to save this for motivation for Abigail, carrots, not sticks and all that."
Chuckling at the idea of bribing Abigail later Yaalin agrees to stow the alcohol.
"Sigh, this feels bad goin' back with no real progress on any mission we have been up here for but I think your right, Someone has misled us and we are getting no closer to the Apple."
She sighs heavily her shell shifting with the motion. "lead on I guess, there are heads that need breaking for causing us to wander lost here for damn near a month and I intend to break them."
survival 24
That night, the group packs up. Getting their supplies back together before heading off to Rest.
The journey is uneventful. The first two days are difficult hunting grounds. No real game available. Luckily, you do all eat the rations you made. And with Yaalin's ability to create water, nobody goes hungry. The remaining four days get back out of the higher altitudes. More songbirds, goats, and rooted vegetation becoming more plentiful. The thawing snow packs creating small streams where you're able to get water.
It's on the sixth day of travel that you see Rest and the wagon train.
Mama and Sora greet you coming off the mountain at dusk; riding up to you all on two horses. "Glad ye ain't spiders. That would've been annoyin' to find up there," she said, adjusting her peg-leg in a stirrup. "But I got a pot o'stew goin on. Figure you all can debrief me there. Figure out some next steps 'n all."
A small cooking fire is beside a bonfire in the camp. Over in Rest, people coming out of the tilled fields. Probably heading into town for dinner or drinks.
DM PbP Series (Completed) : The Blackmire Company, Voyage of the Windhook ,Shanty of Soulripper, The Streets of Dunnour
Sim nods at the welcoming committee and then with Diadochi’s help takes the Bullet hide to the wagon armorer. “Evening, what can you make me with this?”
Sora-ha, the other person on the horse, looks over at the hide. Her white shifting as the dragonborn lowers her head towards it. A clawed hand running along the hide for a moment.
"Many. Things. Studded leather. Sets of hide armor. Could try. A breastplate. Ironside could fashion. Into weapon," she takes a large whiff of the hide. "But. Not enough. For all." She sits back up in her saddle. "I keep. Whatever hide. Is left over?"
DM PbP Series (Completed) : The Blackmire Company, Voyage of the Windhook ,Shanty of Soulripper, The Streets of Dunnour
Lafetha sits down by the fire and eats some of Mama's stew and rests up a little after the long journey back.
When she is full and rested enough, she starts to head down to the town of Rest to see what is happening in town/with the town's people/city vibe. She offers back to the group, "going into town. Anyone coming with?"
Yaalin shakes her head at the bursting eagerness from Sim to get the hide examined.
"Soup sounds lovely Mama," She pauses trying to remember if she got sick last time she ate the soup and shrugs realizing it can't be worse than some of the camp food they have been eating, "It isn't good news I am afraid. Odd choice of words too..."
She squints at Mama
"Though that tale is best told away from others." her gaze sweeping in the direction of Lady ortas house.
Diadochi throws his hand up in the air "how did you know we were spiders? are you the designer of our torment? Will we head back out to find that everything we did has been undone as though we were never there, but we won't know that because we'll have forgotten the whole ordeal? Just an endless cycle that we keep willingly jumping into because we know we deserve it? how many times have we done this before? and what do you get out of it? Does our suffering feed you in some way? Well I see everything now, and Stew sounds lovely, thank you!" Diadochi eats the stew fervently making a show of how much he's enjoying it.
When he turns in the Bullet leather he says "Go ahead and start on the breast plate if you would. Also if you could use some of the leather scraps to make friendship bracelets for me and my whole group here..." he pointedly looks at Mama "Because we've discovered that friendship is the REAL apple we found along the way!" he turns back to Sora-ha "anything after that you can of course keep. I don't suppose anyone in the caravan has wood working tools they could part with for coin or trade?"
Diadochi says to his team ((if he can't get wood working tools from the Caravan he'll Start with "After I get these wood carving tools...")) "Let's pay the Mayor a visit, see how newlywed life is treating him, also I vaguely remember signing a contract with him, so we should give him an update on whatever it was once we remember what we've agreed to." He then heads int town fully expecting for his memory to reset and the whole adventure to start over.
“Yes Diadochi is right I believe the breastplate would be the best option long term. Thank you and yes of course you may keep the rest of the hide.”
Turning to Mama “Who hired us for this contract? And what do you know about us having been spiders?”
He too would take stew and eat up.
Mama listens to Diaodochi, before giving a series of long and slow nods. She leans over, taking her riding crop and whacking it against Diadochi's head.
"Quit being a child. It's gettin' dark and no mayor is gonna listen to someone who can't keep their head on their neck. She then turns and gives a nod over to Yaalin, before following her gaze. Seeing Lady Orta's tree a good 30 minute walk away. The edge of town being about 20 minutes and Orta being in the older part of Rest as is.
"''ery well." She turns on her horse, Sora-ha following with her. But Sora seems to be keeping a steady and untrusting gaze at Diadochi, before looking back at Sim. "When asked to make a breastplate, Sora-ha gives a firm nod and discusses that it'll take some time. About 6 weeks if everything goes well.
Back at camp, Mama begins to serve her stew. It's... compared to the food and rations... delicious. Compared to a good meal, terrible. Still bland. Random thrown together bits of meats and fats. It'll certainly keep you all alive though. While eating, she asks questions. Trying to see what's been going on and how close the job has been. When discussing how she knew you were spiders...
"I'm paid to keep tabs and keep us all on task. And make sure you don't get the prize and try to steal it for yourself. So I peak in on ya. One time saw you were bugs. Bout to mount a rescue." She heads over to some of the wagons, unlocking one of the chests that rests in the back of the cart. You all hear the shuffling of coin before she locks the chests and tosses a satchel back at everyone. "Been a month. Gave you all an advance when you set out. This is for the remainin three weeks. Split it evenly." She does go back to eating the stew, offering seconds to anyone who wants more. "Blackmire hired me, and hired you all. As for who payed them for this job, I don't know. Above my pay, and sometimes it's better that way." She sighs and looks up at the old world in the sky. "I'd reckon its someone with money. Rich. Heard about it and wants it for some dumb collection. Folks these days don't get hard work."
(The satchel contains 50 gold, and 10 platinum)
Sora and Ironsides take a moment to eat with each other, sitting close so their matching arm bands touch a bit. They never seem to speak in common. Switching between Draconic and something that sounds very similar to Hn'ti. Ironside, the Goliath, speaks is much more fluent than Sora.
Tyler, Cassie, and Mr. Jacobsen all takes a moment to say their hellos. The family appearing to be doing rather well; although Cassie seems to not be able to get herself warm. Sitting close to the fire and blowing into her hands, despite being so bundled up.
Eshe definitely stops by to ask how your adventures have been. His now dwarven body odd looking. He clearly does not know how to his more wavy hair, so appears to have been shaving and keeping himself bald with a sword. Nicks on the top of his head and face from it all.
After a good few hours of conversation, or at least getting asked questions and details, the others in the camp begin to head off to bed / keeping watchin.
(If Diadochi marches into town and goes to the mayor, he spends 40 minutes walking there and the butler says to come back in the morning)
DM PbP Series (Completed) : The Blackmire Company, Voyage of the Windhook ,Shanty of Soulripper, The Streets of Dunnour
Yaalin opens the bag and divides the gold to each member before tossing the sack with his portion (and one of Yaalins platinum as well) to diadochi.
((Unless my math is wrong it is 10gp and 2pp to each character))
"I do not intend to abandon this project and will keep you appraised, but we will rest for the night before any further exploits can go wrong." She pats Diadochi on the shoulder leans in whispers to him before heading to find somewhere to sleep.
"Thank you for being here with us my friend, I would not be here still if it were not for you"
Diadochi walks away from the mayor's house "Fair enough. Alright Loop, do your worst." He goes to the Inn, "I'd like enough alcohol to get me drunk, and a bed I can pass out in, please!" Diadochi won't get sloppy because he's half expecting the goblin attack to restart during the night. Once he's sure that won't happen he takes a long rest in a bed. "you don't know how much I've missed you" he says to the bed.
The bartender, who remembers you all, waives and gets Diadochi some tankards of ale, along with a key to one of the rooms upstairs.
(Let's say 6 silver for everything)
DM PbP Series (Completed) : The Blackmire Company, Voyage of the Windhook ,Shanty of Soulripper, The Streets of Dunnour
Sim sits and watches the others during dinner and throughout the evening. Seeing Yaalin periodically finger her knife in disappointment. Thinking over how everything has been going and how harsh he had been to try and keep her moving, Sim wakes up early and heads into town. He heads to the weapon smith and buys the largest warhammer he can find. Paying for it with mostly silver. Then takes it back to where Yaalin is sleeping and lies it on the ground next to her and walks away.
Diadochi takes the money "I'm never one to turn down coin when it's offered" he looks Yaalin I'm the eyes "but don't for a second think that's why I do this"
Once reaching the town, Lafetha goes to the inn and heads to bed (pays the amount for the inn).
(Lafetha, 6 silver)
(Abigail, if you also go to town and decide to drink. 6 silver. Or more if you decide to go hard....)
Morning comes after the group heads to bed. Sim and Yaalin sleeping under the tents back at the camp. Diadochi and Lafetha deciding to spend some coin and rest at the Blood Raven. (Abigail, pick a spot?) Sim wakes up a little early to head into the town. Meeting with some of the villagers who let out their animals from the simple homes. It takes some time, but he eventually finds someone who has the weapon in hand. Paying handsomely for it, which the farmer family gladly makes the exchange. While the weapon was probably in their care for awhile, they aren't soldiers. And can do more with coin now-a-days. Then heads back and gives it over to Yaalin.
The sounds of sheep ring out in the camp early in the morning. Shepherd, the Noctis, can be seen out with them early in the morning. Leaning up on a large staff as he lets the flock roam about. Eyes keeping a lookout for any morning issues.
A lone bird falls out of the sky out in a field by the camp. One of Eshe's arrows striking the bird that was flying away from the town.
Diadochi and Lafetha wake up to the sound of someone in the tavern playing a flute. It echoing up to your rooms, pleasant if sober. And annoyingly high pitched if not. In the main room are a few folks. Some getting a warm morning meal; from farmers to the town guards that are employed by the mayor. Seeming to be discussing ongoing issues of the town. One table having a few rolled up scrolls and a traveler's backpack on the top of it. A short sword still in it's scabbard laying across it. A dirty halfling in a well worn travelers cloak has his feet kicked up on another chair. Swaying a bit in rhythm to the motions of playing his flute.
What do you do?
DM PbP Series (Completed) : The Blackmire Company, Voyage of the Windhook ,Shanty of Soulripper, The Streets of Dunnour