Solomon - Taking the time to search the bodies of the mage and the goblins. You find:
Goblins - 2 functioning light crossbows, 1 hand crossbow, 17 bolts amongst all of them. Tattered clothing, 3 rations
Mage - Blue robes (now blood soaked), what looks like a spell book that’s clearly old and worn. Probably something he picked up in rubble or an unfortunate soul that got bested, and an ornate dagger - ruby gem embedded at the end of the handle.
Fingolin - Searching the remains is a struggle of the massive and furred body is half buried in wood and broken shingles. But after some time and sweat you feel confident nothing was missed.
Minotaur - A battle axe, it shines with magical essence. A bag, looks like it’s a normal messenger bag, but as you set it down it toppled over and turns upside down. An assortment of clothes and fine bedrolls fall out. Clearly way too much material to be contained by a regular bag. You suspect this is a handy haversack, you also find a pewter bottle with a wooden cap, as you move it around you can hear liquid sloshing. Upon opening it up, the bottle is empty.
Everyone checking outside - you search and it does not appear to be any one else in the area. As for the reason they attacked you? It appears from the neighboring buildings, the doors and windows appear more caved in than normal down the road that travels East. It appears they were going door to door searching for supplies, unexpectedly happened upon a group, and found out you were too much for them a little too late.
Fouder finds nothing of note outside, so he heads back to the basement. He sits back where he was before, eyeing the bodies warily, particularly that of the mage.
"It doesn't look like they were here for any particular reason," he states. "Seems they were just scavenging whatever they could." He looks across to the others.
"Have you checked them?" he asks. "Anything worthwhile?"
Tennezaz will leave once the minotaur is dead, collecting any bolts for his crossbow that he can. "If none of you have need of them I will take most of the bolts...."
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Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
"Have you checked them?" he asks. "Anything worthwhile?"
Solomon picks up the worn book lying beside the mage's body, and flicks through a few pages. He attempts to decipher the codes, notation and scribbles that fill the pages, without immediate success. Promising to himself that he would continue this task when he next had time, he turns to the others. "A spellbook, I believe, although I am unable to understand it's contents at the moment. I will study it further", he says, as he places it carefully within his backpack, "as it may be of use to us."
"The goblin's crossbows appear to be in good order, and the mage was carrying this...", he says as he holds up the dagger for the others to see. "Could be worth a bit to the right person."
Anyone wants any of the weapons, let me know (also the rations). I'm holding onto the crystal focus and spell book because I intend to multiclass into Wizard later.
Fingolin collects the axe, haversack and bottle and returns to the group, a little inconvenienced by the extra weight and volume, but too proud to ask Tennezaz for help. As soon as he starts back, Ekkiwe disappears to its pocket dimension.
Back with the group, Fingolin ditches his old backpack for the Handy Haversack, replacing the contents after offering clothes and bedrolls to the rest of the party.
"This Battleaxe feels magical, it should be good to find out why. I will meditate upon it tonight, unless anyone has other means of finding out. For the other items, I could find out if any of them are magical in about 10 minutes."
Fingolin casts Detect Magic as a ritual if the party decides to wait.
Also, what exactly did the Haversack contain? Any Fine/Traveler's Clothing?
Fingolin sits cross-legged, eyes closed, with the lute and starts playing arpeggios like a musician warming up. They start to fall into one another, forming dissonant pieces of music, like he can't quite decide what song to play. The dissonances slowly resolve in what feels like a laborious search for inspiration, the song now broken only by the initial arpeggios coming back hauntingly on their own. All the while, Fingolin punctuates changes in music with spoken words:
All vibrations suddenly stop as Fingolin opens his eyes and says "Olor naitë", the music never receiving the ending it disserves. Any listeners would probably feel a weight lifting after what must have been a tiresome listening experience.
After looking over all the items that were collected, "Only these two have a magic aura, except the bag, but we know about that already. I would find use for that hand crossbow if no one else will."
"By all means..." Solomon passes the small crossbow, and a bundle of bolts to the bard. "I could be tempted by that axe you found, if you were able to determine its nature."
"Thank you, but 10 bolts is enough for me. I think Tennezaz needs them more. How is everyone holding up?" he asks while having a quick look outside to determine how much daylight they had left.
"I was fortunate enough to remain unscathed," Fouder says, examining his armour. "But I could certainly do with a rest. As I'm sure you well know yourselves, casting is tiring work."
He looks across to the battleaxe, his fingers itching to reach for it. With this uncertain time for his divine abilities, he can't help but feel he wants as many physical weapons as he can at a time like this.
Fouder finally lets himself grasp the weapon and after spending time with it he finds its a +1 battle axe. (Fingolin?) spends time with the jig to find it’s a decanter of endless water
You spend an hour tending to your wounds and meditating, you are feeling better than before. However the pain of hunger still lingering, the stiffness in the joints from resting on the hard ground, undoubtedly at least one foot has fallen asleep and numb for some. It appears to be early afternoon at the present moment.
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Tennezaz nods to Fingolin as he takes the rest of the bolts and puts them in the quiver with the rest he had. He will then take a seat and rest as much as he can for the hour. "If we move to a new place for a safe house we should attempt to look for more weapon...
Hit Did: 8
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Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Solomon scratches his beard thoughtfully as he digests Fouder's questions. "We are exposed here; we were easily found, and our makeshift barricade was inadequate. We could reinforce this position, and maybe fend off more opportunists over the next few days, but I doubt there is much left for us in the immediate vicinity."
He looks round the group. "What say the rest of you?"
Two powerful entities are fighting for control over these lands. Cembessa the self proclaimed “Warden of Peace” is making moves against Kolyyt - “The Hand of the Righteous”. Several cults are forming in the city and are drawing lines in the rubble. The area is on the brink of war. Will you pick a side? Subterfuge from the shadows? Maybe flee and start a new?
After resting and diving out the new equipment, you begin your discussions of what your plans are. The dirt and dust fall from the cracks of the ceiling once more as the ground shakes beneath your feet. The tremors feel like an earthquake but it’s short lived. After 5 seconds it’s gone. Poking your head outside, in the distance in the West, still within the city limits. A large plume if black smoke billows and towering into the sky.
"This is a warzone... Maybe it's time we picked a side, or leave Waterdeep. Regardless, I hope we stay together. For my preference, I would like to meet Cembessa and see what her group is about. From what I've heard they're growing crops."
"Crops are no good if your farmland is raided at will. The one they call 'Kolyyt' has brought a measure of peace to their territory." Solomon throws the name of Cembessa's rival into the conversation to try and provoke the others into giving their opinions.
"I have no care who I give my services to as long as survival is assured. Spending time on thoughts of right and wrong will not put food into my stomach or bolts in my crossbow." Tennezaz says, seemingly neutral in his opinion.
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Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Solomon - Taking the time to search the bodies of the mage and the goblins. You find:
Goblins - 2 functioning light crossbows, 1 hand crossbow, 17 bolts amongst all of them. Tattered clothing, 3 rations
Mage - Blue robes (now blood soaked), what looks like a spell book that’s clearly old and worn. Probably something he picked up in rubble or an unfortunate soul that got bested, and an ornate dagger - ruby gem embedded at the end of the handle.
Fingolin - Searching the remains is a struggle of the massive and furred body is half buried in wood and broken shingles. But after some time and sweat you feel confident nothing was missed.
Minotaur - A battle axe, it shines with magical essence. A bag, looks like it’s a normal messenger bag, but as you set it down it toppled over and turns upside down. An assortment of clothes and fine bedrolls fall out. Clearly way too much material to be contained by a regular bag. You suspect this is a handy haversack, you also find a pewter bottle with a wooden cap, as you move it around you can hear liquid sloshing. Upon opening it up, the bottle is empty.
Everyone checking outside - you search and it does not appear to be any one else in the area. As for the reason they attacked you? It appears from the neighboring buildings, the doors and windows appear more caved in than normal down the road that travels East. It appears they were going door to door searching for supplies, unexpectedly happened upon a group, and found out you were too much for them a little too late.
Fouder finds nothing of note outside, so he heads back to the basement. He sits back where he was before, eyeing the bodies warily, particularly that of the mage.
"It doesn't look like they were here for any particular reason," he states. "Seems they were just scavenging whatever they could." He looks across to the others.
"Have you checked them?" he asks. "Anything worthwhile?"
Zydalia Quexx - Level 2 - Tiefling/Barbarian
Fouder Amberbreaker - Level 4 - Mountain Dwarf/Tempest Cleric
DM - The Children of Hadal
Tennezaz will leave once the minotaur is dead, collecting any bolts for his crossbow that he can. "If none of you have need of them I will take most of the bolts...."
Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Kayassa Level 3 | Satyr | Warlock (Cleath13's LMoP)
Bertolt Silentlash Level 3 | Variant Human | Bard (Our Little Lives Kept in Equipoise: Death House)
Daerthe Narcion Level 4 | Drow | Rogue (Karmoli's Great Upheaval)
Solomon picks up the worn book lying beside the mage's body, and flicks through a few pages. He attempts to decipher the codes, notation and scribbles that fill the pages, without immediate success. Promising to himself that he would continue this task when he next had time, he turns to the others. "A spellbook, I believe, although I am unable to understand it's contents at the moment. I will study it further", he says, as he places it carefully within his backpack, "as it may be of use to us."
"The goblin's crossbows appear to be in good order, and the mage was carrying this...", he says as he holds up the dagger for the others to see. "Could be worth a bit to the right person."
Anyone wants any of the weapons, let me know (also the rations). I'm holding onto the crystal focus and spell book because I intend to multiclass into Wizard later.
Fingolin collects the axe, haversack and bottle and returns to the group, a little inconvenienced by the extra weight and volume, but too proud to ask Tennezaz for help. As soon as he starts back, Ekkiwe disappears to its pocket dimension.
Back with the group, Fingolin ditches his old backpack for the Handy Haversack, replacing the contents after offering clothes and bedrolls to the rest of the party.
"This Battleaxe feels magical, it should be good to find out why. I will meditate upon it tonight, unless anyone has other means of finding out. For the other items, I could find out if any of them are magical in about 10 minutes."
Fingolin casts Detect Magic as a ritual if the party decides to wait.
Also, what exactly did the Haversack contain? Any Fine/Traveler's Clothing?
(Detect magic for all items found?)
There lights coming from the items you found.
Haversack, Axe, and Bottle all glow with enchantment. But nothing else glows within vision.
Fingolin sits cross-legged, eyes closed, with the lute and starts playing arpeggios like a musician warming up. They start to fall into one another, forming dissonant pieces of music, like he can't quite decide what song to play. The dissonances slowly resolve in what feels like a laborious search for inspiration, the song now broken only by the initial arpeggios coming back hauntingly on their own. All the while, Fingolin punctuates changes in music with spoken words:
"Coivië... Effírië... Cálë... Lumë... Nolwë... Núlë... Lúcë..."
All vibrations suddenly stop as Fingolin opens his eyes and says "Olor naitë", the music never receiving the ending it disserves. Any listeners would probably feel a weight lifting after what must have been a tiresome listening experience.
For Elvish speakers:
"Life... Death... Light... Darkness... Wisdom... Sorcery... Enchantment..."
"True vision"
After looking over all the items that were collected, "Only these two have a magic aura, except the bag, but we know about that already. I would find use for that hand crossbow if no one else will."
"By all means..." Solomon passes the small crossbow, and a bundle of bolts to the bard. "I could be tempted by that axe you found, if you were able to determine its nature."
Hand Crossbow and 30 bolts to Fingolin.
"Thank you, but 10 bolts is enough for me. I think Tennezaz needs them more. How is everyone holding up?" he asks while having a quick look outside to determine how much daylight they had left.
"I was fortunate enough to remain unscathed," Fouder says, examining his armour. "But I could certainly do with a rest. As I'm sure you well know yourselves, casting is tiring work."
He looks across to the battleaxe, his fingers itching to reach for it. With this uncertain time for his divine abilities, he can't help but feel he wants as many physical weapons as he can at a time like this.
Zydalia Quexx - Level 2 - Tiefling/Barbarian
Fouder Amberbreaker - Level 4 - Mountain Dwarf/Tempest Cleric
DM - The Children of Hadal
(Taking a short rest?)
Fouder finally lets himself grasp the weapon and after spending time with it he finds its a +1 battle axe. (Fingolin?) spends time with the jig to find it’s a decanter of endless water
You spend an hour tending to your wounds and meditating, you are feeling better than before. However the pain of hunger still lingering, the stiffness in the joints from resting on the hard ground, undoubtedly at least one foot has fallen asleep and numb for some. It appears to be early afternoon at the present moment.
Tennezaz nods to Fingolin as he takes the rest of the bolts and puts them in the quiver with the rest he had. He will then take a seat and rest as much as he can for the hour. "If we move to a new place for a safe house we should attempt to look for more weapon...
Hit Did: 8
Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Kayassa Level 3 | Satyr | Warlock (Cleath13's LMoP)
Bertolt Silentlash Level 3 | Variant Human | Bard (Our Little Lives Kept in Equipoise: Death House)
Daerthe Narcion Level 4 | Drow | Rogue (Karmoli's Great Upheaval)
Fouder takes the axe, winding his thick fingers around the handle and bringing it close to his person. It's good to feel powerful for once.
He looks to his companions as they rest up.
"How long do we want to stay here?" He asks. "Do you think it might be time to move on?"
Zydalia Quexx - Level 2 - Tiefling/Barbarian
Fouder Amberbreaker - Level 4 - Mountain Dwarf/Tempest Cleric
DM - The Children of Hadal
Solomon scratches his beard thoughtfully as he digests Fouder's questions. "We are exposed here; we were easily found, and our makeshift barricade was inadequate. We could reinforce this position, and maybe fend off more opportunists over the next few days, but I doubt there is much left for us in the immediate vicinity."
He looks round the group. "What say the rest of you?"
Reminder: Common Knowledge in the area
Two powerful entities are fighting for control over these lands. Cembessa the self proclaimed “Warden of Peace” is making moves against Kolyyt - “The Hand of the Righteous”. Several cults are forming in the city and are drawing lines in the rubble. The area is on the brink of war. Will you pick a side? Subterfuge from the shadows? Maybe flee and start a new?
After resting and diving out the new equipment, you begin your discussions of what your plans are. The dirt and dust fall from the cracks of the ceiling once more as the ground shakes beneath your feet. The tremors feel like an earthquake but it’s short lived. After 5 seconds it’s gone. Poking your head outside, in the distance in the West, still within the city limits. A large plume if black smoke billows and towering into the sky.
"This is a warzone... Maybe it's time we picked a side, or leave Waterdeep. Regardless, I hope we stay together. For my preference, I would like to meet Cembessa and see what her group is about. From what I've heard they're growing crops."
"Crops are no good if your farmland is raided at will. The one they call 'Kolyyt' has brought a measure of peace to their territory." Solomon throws the name of Cembessa's rival into the conversation to try and provoke the others into giving their opinions.
"I have no care who I give my services to as long as survival is assured. Spending time on thoughts of right and wrong will not put food into my stomach or bolts in my crossbow." Tennezaz says, seemingly neutral in his opinion.
Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Kayassa Level 3 | Satyr | Warlock (Cleath13's LMoP)
Bertolt Silentlash Level 3 | Variant Human | Bard (Our Little Lives Kept in Equipoise: Death House)
Daerthe Narcion Level 4 | Drow | Rogue (Karmoli's Great Upheaval)