Following a short sidebar with Zazspar about acquiring some riding horses for their trip, Nirzeg turns to the rest of the party. "Well, I don't know about the rest of you. And despite as eager as I am to get this shit show on the road, it may be prudent to get the pulse of the region, as it were. Perhaps then we may yet be more mentally prepared for any other encounters... as well as perhaps pick up a few jobs for our inevitable return here after the mission."Nirzeg at least suggests. "I would take point, of course, but I doubt any of you want my 'charming self' being the one for that, no?"
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Zazspar currently has four riding horses at his disposal, and though none of you are Harper agents, he is willing to sell them to you at a 10% discount.
Derrikoth does not seem too eager to hang around in Mirabar, and shakes his head when Nirzeg asks about buying horses.
"How do you plan to take care of these animals? None of them are anywhere near as hardy as my Josephus, and I certainly don't think they'll stand all too well against giants, when it comes to that."
"Oh my apologies for not making a point clear."Nirzeg apologized, though in a clearly feigned tone. "Because you see, I will be paying only for my own this trip. And while I certainly do not like wasting money in ANY capacity. Between the last windfall and some business in Loudwater I would -really- like to get to sooner than later, some loses must be accepted!"A hint of a frown touches his lips as he regards the others. "Though of course if others insist upon -not- doing the same, then at least be able to save my strength for a time."
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// Go ahead and deduct 67 gp from your funds per riding horse (Sounds like Nirzeg, Lydia, and Swiper will each need one if you want to keep a good traveling pace). //
Zazspar, the dwarf Harper secret agent/stable hand, exchanges horses for gold with a wink and a bow. Several pieces of straw fall out of his braided beard as he does so.
// Screen wipe //
On your way out Mirabar, you pass several well-guarded caravans coming into town from the mines—the constant flow of riches into the city is impressive, to say the least. And as you leave the safety of the walls behind, the transition into wilderness is stark. Besides the mining operation and the squat stone city, Mirabar is all alone for miles in the bare Northern foothills of the Spine of the World.
The Mirar River flows roughly through this area, and a harsh wind blows from the south. The sun hangs in the sky to your right, providing far less warmth than you'd been receiving in Waterdeep. And as you follow the river upstream, you travel roughly two miles without seeing another soul.
Then, you notice him. The vast form of a frost giant in plate armor and a dragon-skull helm. Harshnag has found you, true to his word. How he made it here in less than three days is anyone's guess.
"I see you're all geared up. And horses were a good idea. They will make the journey through the valley much more manageable. Onward, then! And be sure to pace yourselves. We've a ways to go, yet." All business, Harshnag leads the way, until he finds an ancient but less traveled path that leads towards the jagged peaks of the Spine of the World.
(At this point, I'll need to know the marching order. Who is in the front, middle, and back rank? Harshnag is at the front for the time being, and Rasa has elected to fly above, providing him with a great vantage point)
"You are either a very exceptional runner, or there's a trick you haven't felt the need to show us, my blue, dragonskull wearing friend."Nirzeg halfway jests, hoping to tease some details out of the giant. Even if he doesn't, he merely shrugs it off as a loss, and follows along either towards the front, or a beat behind Derrikoth. At some point or other as the group moves along, the Githyanki cannot help but call up and ask, "So! You've been to this place before, then, yes? Or at least the region? Care to tell us what sort of threats or 'inconveniences' you know of that might impede our path?"
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The giant either doesn't notice the attempt at teasing out details, or else ignores it. "Indeed," he merely says, with a sage nod.
"I know this region well enough," Harshnag replies to Nirzeg. "I believe I mentioned that I know the location of the Eye of the All Father, though I've never been there myself. The temple is ancient and sacred, but seeing as Annam doesn't hear our prayers, most of our kind don't feel the need to visit such a place."
His voice rumbles softly as he continues, almost musing, "As for threats and inconveniences...well, this area is contested by both the Reghed and Uthgardt barbarians. And you've also got orcs, though the threat from their ilk is not so dire as it was a decade ago. And there are all sorts of giantkin. Frost giants, mostly, and trolls. Ogres too. Eh...then there's manticores, other wild beasts, and some dragons. Though it's mostly the younger white dragons that don't know any better. Most dragonkin stay well away from here, seeing as Old Snarl lays claim to the whole swath."
If Harshnag sees any confusion, he clarifies, "Old Snarl...I mean Klauth, the red dragon. This is his territory, and like any dragon, he likes to keep it to himself.
"At any rate," he finishes, "It's a big world. And the path we're taking isn't easy. I'd be surprised if we ran into anything, frankly."
"Perhaps we will not run into anything, my large friend. I will still wear my armor, just in case. And perhaps I might interest you in Kord, if your Annam does not hear your prayers?"
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Harshnag smiles. “Can’t say I’ve heard of Kord. I’m curious, I’ll admit ...But on the off chance that Thrym is listening, I’d rather not anger Annam’s children right before entering the temple.”
The sun dips towards the western horizon as you travel through the tundra, but never fully sets, even hours later when you set up camp. With the sun so low in the sky, the temperature drops precipitously, and you find yourself thankful that you brought warm clothes.
Harshnag hums some tunes to himself, but doesn’t do much talking other than to answer questions. At one point, you notice that his axe begins to glow dimly. It stays like that for several hours, but stops glowing around the time you’ve finished breakfast.
The next day, after a few hours of travel, you finally reach the mouth of the Valley of Khedrun. The land here slopes dramatically up to either side, the mountains above forming jagged peaks that overlook the deep ravine, miles long. It looks as if the valley were literally carved out with a cosmic plowshare.
Harshnag leads on, striding purposefully now through the great valley.
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Throughout much of the first day, but following Harshnag's revelation about territory, the Githyanki is quiet and distant. Something about the mention of a red dragon seemed to leave him wistful. Though the glow of Harshnag's axe drew attention, the day for Nirzeg concludes with a different question being posed his memory.
Was Klauth a red dragon he knew of already? One bound by the pact between Githyanki, Tiamat, and the red dragon's sent to aid them. Or was this a possible 'ally' to seek out at some point?
Come the next morning, the Githyanki is still quiet, but more keen on becoming animated about things noted in their passage. "Say Harshnag? Tell me again, if you haven't already, why you have chosen to rebel as you've had against your people? As one of the biggest I've seen so far, it would not be so bizzare to say you could've been a true leader of the frost giants in time."
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Nirzeg isn't quite sure who Klauth is, but as the old gith saying goes, "the enemy of my enemy is my friend."
In answer to Nirzeg's question, Harshnag looks to the mountains. "It's a long story, for another time. Maybe. Suffice to say that the evil giants betray the ideals set down by the ordning. And I do what I can to rebalance the scales."
Over the next several days, the scenery begins to look very much the same. The only difference that now the sun actually sets from your perspective—dipping below the valley ridge on the left side, then rising again a bit later. You meet no other creatures in the valley, save for some game for hunting, and the sky never darkens. Luckily for you, rain clouds have stayed away all this week.
Harshnag's axe has been glowing on and off during your travels, until you began to climb in elevation out of the Valley of Khedrun and into the mountains. Now it glows brightly all hours of the day. "This is it...I hope your horses can manage the mountain terrain! Suppose they'd be decent meat, if it came to that." Harshnag remarks off-handedly, then stops, as he's noticed the camaraderie between Derrikoth and Josephus. "I'm sure your horse will be fine, of course," he quickly says to Derrikoth.
"Mucha hermosa! I have never been this far north in my short life and I truly regret it, yes? I hope to take my family here one day, it is beautiful."
Rasa will wrap three torches together and use Produce Flame to light them. He will use Control Flames to half the radius of bright light and to change its color into a greenish brown--something that blends in better to the environment, and reducing its glow so avoid attracting more attention than necessary. He will hand the bundle of torches to one of his companions on the ground to hold to help keep the group warm.
At the point when the terrain becomes particularly tough or steep, we will fly ahead and us his hammer and pitons and rope to create a handholds and daisy chains for easier traversal.
Lydia allows Swiper to ride on her horse with her. The kenku appears to be in awe of Harshnags axe as it glows. "Shiny." He says, pointing at the weapon. "Yes, but you should not point at things, my friend. It can come off as being rude."
"You have family, Red? Huh... I mean, perhaps you've mentioned it before of course, but still-..." He sizes up Rasa, and gives him the faintest nod of respect. "That sure as the nine explains a few things 'bout ya. And here's hoping you can return to them safely."Nirzeg holds up a bottle of Sweetwater in a toasting motion, then downs the contents. Some time passes before even the Githyanki cannot help but say, "You know I heard rumor that that axe of yours was some sort of reward, if I recall correctly. A gift from some human lord or king or some such... It wouldn't also happen to be some giant artifact as well?"
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"Ah yes! I remember now. Some say you are misfortunate in that department, in fact." Nirzeg admitted casually. "But oi! As I understood it, there's a certain freedom that comes with it. 'less desire or need to waste time with so little to spare anyways. Straight and focus, and then off to a glorious death or some such."He sighed dramatically. "... What a terrible existence... BUT, we all don't get a choice in the matter of what we are, now do we? And you seem to have accepted early on the 'fine print' on one's lease on life. Heh. Unlike most humans.... and I suppose, myself included; what with immortality's gate being somewhat closed to me nowadays."
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"si, exactamente mi amigo. The fire of life burns unpredictably. Even flames with the most, err, fuel can suddenly burn out, yes? Such as what happened with your friend, the high elf, Alus. His fire burned for un pequeno fraction of his life expectancy; far smaller when compared how much of my life I already lived. And so, all the more reason to ensure my fire burns brightly, passionately, gloriously while it still burns at all, yes?"
Following a short sidebar with Zazspar about acquiring some riding horses for their trip, Nirzeg turns to the rest of the party. "Well, I don't know about the rest of you. And despite as eager as I am to get this shit show on the road, it may be prudent to get the pulse of the region, as it were. Perhaps then we may yet be more mentally prepared for any other encounters... as well as perhaps pick up a few jobs for our inevitable return here after the mission." Nirzeg at least suggests. "I would take point, of course, but I doubt any of you want my 'charming self' being the one for that, no?"
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Zazspar currently has four riding horses at his disposal, and though none of you are Harper agents, he is willing to sell them to you at a 10% discount.
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Derrikoth does not seem too eager to hang around in Mirabar, and shakes his head when Nirzeg asks about buying horses.
"How do you plan to take care of these animals? None of them are anywhere near as hardy as my Josephus, and I certainly don't think they'll stand all too well against giants, when it comes to that."
"Oh my apologies for not making a point clear." Nirzeg apologized, though in a clearly feigned tone. "Because you see, I will be paying only for my own this trip. And while I certainly do not like wasting money in ANY capacity. Between the last windfall and some business in Loudwater I would -really- like to get to sooner than later, some loses must be accepted!" A hint of a frown touches his lips as he regards the others. "Though of course if others insist upon -not- doing the same, then at least be able to save my strength for a time."
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"I will stick to the skies, yes? Keep an eye out for what lies ahead."
Long live the PCs of the Past:
Puck of the Shivering Summit -- Tabaxi Bard, College of Lore -- Lyrel's Lost Mines of Phandelver
Alus -- High Elf Cleric of Valkur, Tempest Domain -- Yet Another Storm King's Thunder
Ah'brasar -- Aarakocra Druid, Circle of Wildfire -- Yet Another Storm King's Thunder
Furlong J. Rosewood -- Human Monk, Way of the Open Hand -- The Exploits of Misfit Company
// Go ahead and deduct 67 gp from your funds per riding horse (Sounds like Nirzeg, Lydia, and Swiper will each need one if you want to keep a good traveling pace). //
Zazspar, the dwarf Harper secret agent/stable hand, exchanges horses for gold with a wink and a bow. Several pieces of straw fall out of his braided beard as he does so.
// Screen wipe //
On your way out Mirabar, you pass several well-guarded caravans coming into town from the mines—the constant flow of riches into the city is impressive, to say the least. And as you leave the safety of the walls behind, the transition into wilderness is stark. Besides the mining operation and the squat stone city, Mirabar is all alone for miles in the bare Northern foothills of the Spine of the World.
The Mirar River flows roughly through this area, and a harsh wind blows from the south. The sun hangs in the sky to your right, providing far less warmth than you'd been receiving in Waterdeep. And as you follow the river upstream, you travel roughly two miles without seeing another soul.
Then, you notice him. The vast form of a frost giant in plate armor and a dragon-skull helm. Harshnag has found you, true to his word. How he made it here in less than three days is anyone's guess.
"I see you're all geared up. And horses were a good idea. They will make the journey through the valley much more manageable. Onward, then! And be sure to pace yourselves. We've a ways to go, yet." All business, Harshnag leads the way, until he finds an ancient but less traveled path that leads towards the jagged peaks of the Spine of the World.
(At this point, I'll need to know the marching order. Who is in the front, middle, and back rank? Harshnag is at the front for the time being, and Rasa has elected to fly above, providing him with a great vantage point)
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"You are either a very exceptional runner, or there's a trick you haven't felt the need to show us, my blue, dragonskull wearing friend." Nirzeg halfway jests, hoping to tease some details out of the giant. Even if he doesn't, he merely shrugs it off as a loss, and follows along either towards the front, or a beat behind Derrikoth. At some point or other as the group moves along, the Githyanki cannot help but call up and ask, "So! You've been to this place before, then, yes? Or at least the region? Care to tell us what sort of threats or 'inconveniences' you know of that might impede our path?"
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The giant either doesn't notice the attempt at teasing out details, or else ignores it. "Indeed," he merely says, with a sage nod.
"I know this region well enough," Harshnag replies to Nirzeg. "I believe I mentioned that I know the location of the Eye of the All Father, though I've never been there myself. The temple is ancient and sacred, but seeing as Annam doesn't hear our prayers, most of our kind don't feel the need to visit such a place."
His voice rumbles softly as he continues, almost musing, "As for threats and inconveniences...well, this area is contested by both the Reghed and Uthgardt barbarians. And you've also got orcs, though the threat from their ilk is not so dire as it was a decade ago. And there are all sorts of giantkin. Frost giants, mostly, and trolls. Ogres too. Eh...then there's manticores, other wild beasts, and some dragons. Though it's mostly the younger white dragons that don't know any better. Most dragonkin stay well away from here, seeing as Old Snarl lays claim to the whole swath."
If Harshnag sees any confusion, he clarifies, "Old Snarl...I mean Klauth, the red dragon. This is his territory, and like any dragon, he likes to keep it to himself.
"At any rate," he finishes, "It's a big world. And the path we're taking isn't easy. I'd be surprised if we ran into anything, frankly."
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"Perhaps we will not run into anything, my large friend. I will still wear my armor, just in case. And perhaps I might interest you in Kord, if your Annam does not hear your prayers?"
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Harshnag smiles. “Can’t say I’ve heard of Kord. I’m curious, I’ll admit ...But on the off chance that Thrym is listening, I’d rather not anger Annam’s children right before entering the temple.”
The sun dips towards the western horizon as you travel through the tundra, but never fully sets, even hours later when you set up camp. With the sun so low in the sky, the temperature drops precipitously, and you find yourself thankful that you brought warm clothes.
Harshnag hums some tunes to himself, but doesn’t do much talking other than to answer questions. At one point, you notice that his axe begins to glow dimly. It stays like that for several hours, but stops glowing around the time you’ve finished breakfast.
The next day, after a few hours of travel, you finally reach the mouth of the Valley of Khedrun. The land here slopes dramatically up to either side, the mountains above forming jagged peaks that overlook the deep ravine, miles long. It looks as if the valley were literally carved out with a cosmic plowshare.
Harshnag leads on, striding purposefully now through the great valley.
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Throughout much of the first day, but following Harshnag's revelation about territory, the Githyanki is quiet and distant. Something about the mention of a red dragon seemed to leave him wistful. Though the glow of Harshnag's axe drew attention, the day for Nirzeg concludes with a different question being posed his memory.
Was Klauth a red dragon he knew of already? One bound by the pact between Githyanki, Tiamat, and the red dragon's sent to aid them. Or was this a possible 'ally' to seek out at some point?
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Come the next morning, the Githyanki is still quiet, but more keen on becoming animated about things noted in their passage. "Say Harshnag? Tell me again, if you haven't already, why you have chosen to rebel as you've had against your people? As one of the biggest I've seen so far, it would not be so bizzare to say you could've been a true leader of the frost giants in time."
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Nirzeg isn't quite sure who Klauth is, but as the old gith saying goes, "the enemy of my enemy is my friend."
In answer to Nirzeg's question, Harshnag looks to the mountains. "It's a long story, for another time. Maybe. Suffice to say that the evil giants betray the ideals set down by the ordning. And I do what I can to rebalance the scales."
Over the next several days, the scenery begins to look very much the same. The only difference that now the sun actually sets from your perspective—dipping below the valley ridge on the left side, then rising again a bit later. You meet no other creatures in the valley, save for some game for hunting, and the sky never darkens. Luckily for you, rain clouds have stayed away all this week.
Harshnag's axe has been glowing on and off during your travels, until you began to climb in elevation out of the Valley of Khedrun and into the mountains. Now it glows brightly all hours of the day. "This is it...I hope your horses can manage the mountain terrain! Suppose they'd be decent meat, if it came to that." Harshnag remarks off-handedly, then stops, as he's noticed the camaraderie between Derrikoth and Josephus. "I'm sure your horse will be fine, of course," he quickly says to Derrikoth.
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"Mucha hermosa! I have never been this far north in my short life and I truly regret it, yes? I hope to take my family here one day, it is beautiful."
Rasa will wrap three torches together and use Produce Flame to light them. He will use Control Flames to half the radius of bright light and to change its color into a greenish brown--something that blends in better to the environment, and reducing its glow so avoid attracting more attention than necessary. He will hand the bundle of torches to one of his companions on the ground to hold to help keep the group warm.
At the point when the terrain becomes particularly tough or steep, we will fly ahead and us his hammer and pitons and rope to create a handholds and daisy chains for easier traversal.
Long live the PCs of the Past:
Puck of the Shivering Summit -- Tabaxi Bard, College of Lore -- Lyrel's Lost Mines of Phandelver
Alus -- High Elf Cleric of Valkur, Tempest Domain -- Yet Another Storm King's Thunder
Ah'brasar -- Aarakocra Druid, Circle of Wildfire -- Yet Another Storm King's Thunder
Furlong J. Rosewood -- Human Monk, Way of the Open Hand -- The Exploits of Misfit Company
Lydia allows Swiper to ride on her horse with her. The kenku appears to be in awe of Harshnags axe as it glows. "Shiny." He says, pointing at the weapon. "Yes, but you should not point at things, my friend. It can come off as being rude."
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"You have family, Red? Huh... I mean, perhaps you've mentioned it before of course, but still-..." He sizes up Rasa, and gives him the faintest nod of respect. "That sure as the nine explains a few things 'bout ya. And here's hoping you can return to them safely." Nirzeg holds up a bottle of Sweetwater in a toasting motion, then downs the contents. Some time passes before even the Githyanki cannot help but say, "You know I heard rumor that that axe of yours was some sort of reward, if I recall correctly. A gift from some human lord or king or some such... It wouldn't also happen to be some giant artifact as well?"
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"Si, yes, a wife and two children. You see, my kind, no vivamos as long as most, so we tend to, err, prioritize certain life experiences, yes?"
Long live the PCs of the Past:
Puck of the Shivering Summit -- Tabaxi Bard, College of Lore -- Lyrel's Lost Mines of Phandelver
Alus -- High Elf Cleric of Valkur, Tempest Domain -- Yet Another Storm King's Thunder
Ah'brasar -- Aarakocra Druid, Circle of Wildfire -- Yet Another Storm King's Thunder
Furlong J. Rosewood -- Human Monk, Way of the Open Hand -- The Exploits of Misfit Company
"Si, yes, a wife and two children. You see, my kind, no vivamos as long as most, so we tend to, err, prioritize certain life experiences, yes?"
Long live the PCs of the Past:
Puck of the Shivering Summit -- Tabaxi Bard, College of Lore -- Lyrel's Lost Mines of Phandelver
Alus -- High Elf Cleric of Valkur, Tempest Domain -- Yet Another Storm King's Thunder
Ah'brasar -- Aarakocra Druid, Circle of Wildfire -- Yet Another Storm King's Thunder
Furlong J. Rosewood -- Human Monk, Way of the Open Hand -- The Exploits of Misfit Company
"Si, yes, a wife and two children. You see, my kind, no vivamos as long as most, so we tend to, err, prioritize certain life experiences, yes?"
Long live the PCs of the Past:
Puck of the Shivering Summit -- Tabaxi Bard, College of Lore -- Lyrel's Lost Mines of Phandelver
Alus -- High Elf Cleric of Valkur, Tempest Domain -- Yet Another Storm King's Thunder
Ah'brasar -- Aarakocra Druid, Circle of Wildfire -- Yet Another Storm King's Thunder
Furlong J. Rosewood -- Human Monk, Way of the Open Hand -- The Exploits of Misfit Company
"Ah yes! I remember now. Some say you are misfortunate in that department, in fact." Nirzeg admitted casually. "But oi! As I understood it, there's a certain freedom that comes with it. 'less desire or need to waste time with so little to spare anyways. Straight and focus, and then off to a glorious death or some such." He sighed dramatically. "... What a terrible existence... BUT, we all don't get a choice in the matter of what we are, now do we? And you seem to have accepted early on the 'fine print' on one's lease on life. Heh. Unlike most humans.... and I suppose, myself included; what with immortality's gate being somewhat closed to me nowadays."
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"si, exactamente mi amigo. The fire of life burns unpredictably. Even flames with the most, err, fuel can suddenly burn out, yes? Such as what happened with your friend, the high elf, Alus. His fire burned for un pequeno fraction of his life expectancy; far smaller when compared how much of my life I already lived. And so, all the more reason to ensure my fire burns brightly, passionately, gloriously while it still burns at all, yes?"
Long live the PCs of the Past:
Puck of the Shivering Summit -- Tabaxi Bard, College of Lore -- Lyrel's Lost Mines of Phandelver
Alus -- High Elf Cleric of Valkur, Tempest Domain -- Yet Another Storm King's Thunder
Ah'brasar -- Aarakocra Druid, Circle of Wildfire -- Yet Another Storm King's Thunder
Furlong J. Rosewood -- Human Monk, Way of the Open Hand -- The Exploits of Misfit Company