This will be the thread used for our group. This will be a customized version of the starter set module "Lost Mine of Phandelver" Characters will start out at level 1 and progress up. Please post when your charcters name and that you are ready to begin. I will be your dungeon master for this adventure.
Let us begin. .. (keep in mind you don't know each other … yet)...
While sitting in a small tavern in Neverwinter (a city on the Sword Coast of Ferun), Vorren'Thal and Hibiblius are sitting at the bar enjoying their beverages. After about 10 minutes goes by, a dwarf patron walks in and sits down at the end of the bar and orders an ale. He is talking with the barkeep about needing to hire some men to escort his wagon of supplies to a small town of Phandalin. He looks around the bar and asks, "Does anyone wanna earn some money driving my wagon to Phandalin?" He continues to talk to the barkeep about how he needs to tend to some other business with his partner while the wagon get delivered"
“I will pay ye 10 gp for the escort. But I must warn you.. You may not want to travel it alone as my wagon can get to be a hard task for just one man to handle. My name is Gundren Rockseeker. What is yur’s mate?”
I chug the remainder of my brew and slam the mug on the counter, laughing haughtily.
"Don't bother getting his name. If that's all yer going with, nobody's making it there alive."
I jump out of my seat. Between the 7 drinks, and the chair being just a tad too high, I stumble a little bit before regaining my footing. I walk over to the dwarf patron.
"I'll be joinin ya on this trip. Don't need names, don't care about the pay. Just point me in the direction of someone I can fight. This town is duller than my training blade".
I look on incredulously at the halfling stumbling across the bar, as he reaches the stranger in surprised to see a sword sheathed on his back nearly as long as he is tall.
"I'm Voren'Thal . You have quite a lot of vigor for one of your... stature."
I look at the dwarf stranger and back at the halfling contemplating the situation for a moment.
"Of course if we're going to pass through land once laden with orc and all manner of beast more weapons are preferable to fewer. Though do bear in mind Elves do not share your disregard for personal safety little one."
As I speak I rise from my seat and walk slowly over to the stranger and our new halfling companion
((Given that i have darkvision and insight can i check to see if i notice or perceive anything about our employer that might be give me insight as to whether or not this is a normal escort job or if there is anything off about the situation?))
"Alright, seems as though we have a job to do. I will need a name however halfling, how else am i to tell the story of your courageous but reckless death in the shadow of the sword mountain when this is over?"
Gundren smiles .. "Pleasure to have you two escort my supplies to Barthen’s Provisions in Phandalin. I will have the wagon behind this inn tomorrow, ready to go. Feel free to gather any further supplies, manpower, and anything thing else you may need for this mission. Here is a map of the coastline in case you need it. I will bid you farewell and wish you safe passage to Phandalin."
I say to Hibilybibly "Worry not Hibilybibly, I took thorough stock of our new employer and find no reason not to trust his intention to be true. We can spend the night here and depart on our journey in the morning, unless you have any further business to which you must attend?"
"*hmph* indeed, well I'm quite certain I have all that I require. I intend to retire for the night, gather what you will and I'll meet you again in the morning. Do try to be sober will you?"
The innkeeper pull up 5 flasks of ‘mad orc 19/19’ and tells Hibiblius, “here ye go! If’n ye wants a buzz on the run.. itsa gonna havein to come from dees. Ye may have dem on de house”
This will be the thread used for our group. This will be a customized version of the starter set module "Lost Mine of Phandelver" Characters will start out at level 1 and progress up. Please post when your charcters name and that you are ready to begin. I will be your dungeon master for this adventure.
I am ready!
I'm as ready as I can be
Let us begin. .. (keep in mind you don't know each other … yet)...
While sitting in a small tavern in Neverwinter (a city on the Sword Coast of Ferun), Vorren'Thal and Hibiblius are sitting at the bar enjoying their beverages. After about 10 minutes goes by, a dwarf patron walks in and sits down at the end of the bar and orders an ale. He is talking with the barkeep about needing to hire some men to escort his wagon of supplies to a small town of Phandalin. He looks around the bar and asks, "Does anyone wanna earn some money driving my wagon to Phandalin?" He continues to talk to the barkeep about how he needs to tend to some other business with his partner while the wagon get delivered"
What do you each do?
I look up from over my mug..
"Phandalin you say?"
I pause momentarily trying to remember what I tried to forget about the last night I spent at the Sleeping Giant...
"If you need an escort up the mountains I know the way. How much coin is in it for me?"
“I will pay ye 10 gp for the escort. But I must warn you.. You may not want to travel it alone as my wagon can get to be a hard task for just one man to handle. My name is Gundren Rockseeker. What is yur’s mate?”
I chug the remainder of my brew and slam the mug on the counter, laughing haughtily.
"Don't bother getting his name. If that's all yer going with, nobody's making it there alive."
I jump out of my seat. Between the 7 drinks, and the chair being just a tad too high, I stumble a little bit before regaining my footing. I walk over to the dwarf patron.
"I'll be joinin ya on this trip. Don't need names, don't care about the pay. Just point me in the direction of someone I can fight. This town is duller than my training blade".
I look on incredulously at the halfling stumbling across the bar, as he reaches the stranger in surprised to see a sword sheathed on his back nearly as long as he is tall.
"I'm Voren'Thal . You have quite a lot of vigor for one of your... stature."
I look at the dwarf stranger and back at the halfling contemplating the situation for a moment.
"Of course if we're going to pass through land once laden with orc and all manner of beast more weapons are preferable to fewer. Though do bear in mind Elves do not share your disregard for personal safety little one."
As I speak I rise from my seat and walk slowly over to the stranger and our new halfling companion
((Given that i have darkvision and insight can i check to see if i notice or perceive anything about our employer that might be give me insight as to whether or not this is a normal escort job or if there is anything off about the situation?))
(Voren'Thal - Roll for perception.....)
Grunden turns to the halfling “you are a cocky little guy.. I like that.. I am gonna give you 10 gp as well to escort my waggon”.
Grunden turns to Voren’Thal ... “you are correct about the lands being dangerous. The more folk you can round up.. I will pay 10 gp each...”
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(Voren’Thal - you sense Grunden is honest, truthful and on the level).
I place my hand on the shoulder of the halfling.
"Alright, seems as though we have a job to do. I will need a name however halfling, how else am i to tell the story of your courageous but reckless death in the shadow of the sword mountain when this is over?"
Gundren looks to the halfling and says...
"I, too, would like to know whom is escorting my wagon of supplies.."
"The name's Hibiblius, if you must know. Now, what exactly are we transporting?"
Gundren smiles .. "Pleasure to have you two escort my supplies to Barthen’s Provisions in Phandalin. I will have the wagon behind this inn tomorrow, ready to go. Feel free to gather any further supplies, manpower, and anything thing else you may need for this mission. Here is a map of the coastline in case you need it. I will bid you farewell and wish you safe passage to Phandalin."
Gundren exits the inn.
I say to Hibilybibly "Worry not Hibilybibly, I took thorough stock of our new employer and find no reason not to trust his intention to be true. We can spend the night here and depart on our journey in the morning, unless you have any further business to which you must attend?"
"It's Hibiblius, ya barksniffer. You'll do yer best to remember that. And we need to go to the innkeeper first, can't go on an adventure without ale!"
I proceed to the innkeeper and inquire about his available stock.
"See that wagon out there my fine friend? I need a barrel of ale that fits on that lass. Whatcha got for me?"
"*hmph* indeed, well I'm quite certain I have all that I require. I intend to retire for the night, gather what you will and I'll meet you again in the morning. Do try to be sober will you?"
I take my leave and head up the stairs.
The innkeeper pull up 5 flasks of ‘mad orc 19/19’ and tells Hibiblius, “here ye go! If’n ye wants a buzz on the run.. itsa gonna havein to come from dees. Ye may have dem on de house”
"Thank ya kindly sir."
I go upstairs and turn in for the night.