The meat lands right next to the coins with a clink. It just catches the manticore's attention and it comes to investigate. It sniffs at the pouch. A growl, and it nuzzles the pouch. "Money, inside. Then maybe."
The manticore sniffs again at the pouch, then flies close to Erevan. It gives a low growl, practically in his face. "For now." Then it turns, grabbing the pouch and flies away.
"Byeee! Enjoy the meat!" Chom waves enthusiastically to the departing manticore as it flies away, then turns to their other new friend. "Ms. Gwynn, now that our new friend has departed, won't you now join us in Phandalin? While I am overjoyed at the prospect of meeting a dragon too, I fear we won't have any dried meat for it, and that would simply be bad manners!"
Adabra looks out the window at the departing manticore. "I thank you for your help. I wasn't sure what to do." She pauses, then turns to Chom. "There's been a dragon? Is that why you came here? Where? Do you know what color it is?"
Chom’s jaw does its best to hit the floor, and his hands go to the side of his head. “Ms.Gwynn, do forgive me!” He stands tall (for a gnome) and proud, like a town crier, and starts talking in an officious manner... “Ahem. We were tasked to inform you that a white dragon has been sighted in the area. Townmaster Harbin Wester requested that we urge you to make haste to Phandalin, so that you are safe from this dragon. And Manticores.”
"A white? All the way here? Damn. Oh, I can't come with you. I have things I must do. But I thank you for telling me. You can go on ahead and tell them I'll be along. But let me give you something, as a thank you." Adabra begins to search through her things.
He turns and walks towards his colleagues waiting out of sight. "Thank you friends. Thank you for your trust. It seems the beast is gone for now. Let's see if Chom needs help".
Tyrgram relaxed his muscles when the Manticore departed. Breathing a sigh of relief, he slung his shield over his back and hung his handaxe back on his belt.
'So we're done here?' He asked. 'Then let us get our Gnome and miss Gwynn back to safety.'
He turned and politely knocked on the door, both to signal that the coast was clear and because one does not just go barging into a lady's quarters. That would be improper.
Adabra opens the window at the knock. "Oh, come on in. I'm just looking for something."
She pulls back inside and continues to look. "Just a second more then you can be on your way. Just tell old Harbin, oh. I should probably...yeah." She grabs a bottle and waves for Chom to follow her downstairs. "My writing things are down there."
When she reaches the lower floor, she heads to a small table in one corner. She smiles as you come in. "Just let me finish this for you to give to old Harbin."
"There is more to my life than Harbin knows. I appreciate his concern, but" Adabra sighs as she moves over to them. "I am not foolish. Just got responsibilities. I'll head to town, soon enough. Don't worry. But there's things I have to do first." She holds out the note and a small bottle of red liquid. "I don't want someone else come looking for me, and run into any difficulty. That's a potion of healing, to say my thanks for what you've done."
Chom grabs the note from the woman's hands and scans it a few times, then looks up at her with a beaming smile. "We shall deliver this post haste, Ms Gywnn!" He marches triumphantly down the stairs and out to the others, waving the note as though it were a military banner. "We have been give a note, an note! Back to Phandalin, friends!" Horace ruffles his feathers, as if the hawk was keen to be anywhere but here.
"Well, if your mind is made up then we shall take our leave and deliver your note"with that he takes the potion "thank you for this. I know it will come in handy for one of us I'm sure."
Erevan exits the building about the same time as Chom, his legs being twice as long and all.
"I see no more can be accomplished here, let's go"
Ketch trod down the High Road gnawing on the last of his rations. They were less than satisfying and he desired something a bit hardier. And warmer. And with an ale. Favor was with him, it seemed, for he shortly came to a parting of the road. A post at the joining of the two had a sign that Ketch Krumstawp paused to read. "High Road" he read easily enough, for he'd been seeing similar markings for the last several days. "Phandalin," however, he found a bit trickier and his lips moved as he sounded it out. Once he had though, the word came easily enough to him for he was not a dullard but rather just not in the habit of reading anything but The Word of Gruumsh.
A warm meal, he thought to himself. Perhaps even a chance to spread the glory of Gruumsh. Taking the turn toward what he imagine would be little more than a couple dwellings and a tavern, for why bother to name the place if it could not at least boast a tavern, Ketch eventually wandered into Phandalin. It was larger than expected and Ketch had no trouble finding himself a midday meal. Stomach sated, he found himself hungering instead for some kind of action, a chance to reach out and touch someone with the glory of Gruumsh.
Standing in front of the Job Board, Ketch slowly read the notices aloud to himself...
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We're doing one small murder-y thing for a bigger, better reason. The ends justify the means.
Chom marches down the road with the others, doing his best to scare away the wildlife and give everyone sore ears with his incessant conversation. "...as I was saying before, marvelous creatures, white dragons! Did you know they can swim as well as any fish you care to mention? And in freezing cold water no less! I myself couldn't be a white dragon, oh no! I much prefer a nice warm bath, with lots of bubbles oh yes! Horace less so, but he likes to sit on the edge to keep me company, don't you Horace? I wonder if white dragons like bubble baths..."
The gnome stops mid-sentence for a second as they approach the job board, noticing an unusual half-orc talking to himself. Seeing in the half-orc a kindered spirit who also enjoys talking to himself, Chom bounds up to the newcomer and peers up at him. "Greetings, friend! The second one has been completed, by my fearless companions and I! Unfortunately there were no babies to deliver, but Horace and I were duty-bound to assist if the occasion arose, weren't we Horace! You are most welcome to join us if you are interested in dragons, though! Did you know white dragons can swim as well as any fish you care to mention? And in freezing cold water no less!"
"Babies?" Ketch asks, incredulously. "You were fighting babies when there are dragons to be battled? Blasphemous!" Ketch pauses to look the group over and discovers why they would prefer not to fight a dragon.
"Did you at least defeat the babies?"
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We're doing one small murder-y thing for a bigger, better reason. The ends justify the means.
-- Eleanor Shellstrop
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Chom sticks his chest out proudly, “Madam, I was the the Candlekeep darts champion in the gnome division for 3 years running! Observe!”
The little wizard grabs the bag, takes a bit of a run up, and launches the dried meat out the window...
Thought I’d just roll the d20 for now, can add a modifier later depending on what you want.
d20 (no modifier): 12
The meat lands right next to the coins with a clink. It just catches the manticore's attention and it comes to investigate. It sniffs at the pouch. A growl, and it nuzzles the pouch. "Money, inside. Then maybe."
Erevan
"Yes, all the money we have. And also some tasty meat. A worthy tribute, yes?" he says, almost desperately.
Deception 12
The manticore sniffs again at the pouch, then flies close to Erevan. It gives a low growl, practically in his face. "For now." Then it turns, grabbing the pouch and flies away.
"Byeee! Enjoy the meat!" Chom waves enthusiastically to the departing manticore as it flies away, then turns to their other new friend. "Ms. Gwynn, now that our new friend has departed, won't you now join us in Phandalin? While I am overjoyed at the prospect of meeting a dragon too, I fear we won't have any dried meat for it, and that would simply be bad manners!"
Adabra looks out the window at the departing manticore. "I thank you for your help. I wasn't sure what to do." She pauses, then turns to Chom. "There's been a dragon? Is that why you came here? Where? Do you know what color it is?"
Chom’s jaw does its best to hit the floor, and his hands go to the side of his head. “Ms.Gwynn, do forgive me!” He stands tall (for a gnome) and proud, like a town crier, and starts talking in an officious manner... “Ahem. We were tasked to inform you that a white dragon has been sighted in the area. Townmaster Harbin Wester requested that we urge you to make haste to Phandalin, so that you are safe from this dragon. And Manticores.”
"A white? All the way here? Damn. Oh, I can't come with you. I have things I must do. But I thank you for telling me. You can go on ahead and tell them I'll be along. But let me give you something, as a thank you." Adabra begins to search through her things.
Erevan
He turns and walks towards his colleagues waiting out of sight. "Thank you friends. Thank you for your trust. It seems the beast is gone for now. Let's see if Chom needs help".
Tyrgram relaxed his muscles when the Manticore departed. Breathing a sigh of relief, he slung his shield over his back and hung his handaxe back on his belt.
'So we're done here?' He asked. 'Then let us get our Gnome and miss Gwynn back to safety.'
He turned and politely knocked on the door, both to signal that the coast was clear and because one does not just go barging into a lady's quarters. That would be improper.
William Brackwater: Human Fighter - The Windward Isles
Adabra opens the window at the knock. "Oh, come on in. I'm just looking for something."
She pulls back inside and continues to look. "Just a second more then you can be on your way. Just tell old Harbin, oh. I should probably...yeah." She grabs a bottle and waves for Chom to follow her downstairs. "My writing things are down there."
When she reaches the lower floor, she heads to a small table in one corner. She smiles as you come in. "Just let me finish this for you to give to old Harbin."
Erevan
Erevan enters the woman's home taking in the layout and looking for signs of what might keep her here.
Investigation 14
"Tell me, Lady of the house, why is it you will not come with us to the safety of the town? What is it that keeps you here?"
"There is more to my life than Harbin knows. I appreciate his concern, but" Adabra sighs as she moves over to them. "I am not foolish. Just got responsibilities. I'll head to town, soon enough. Don't worry. But there's things I have to do first." She holds out the note and a small bottle of red liquid. "I don't want someone else come looking for me, and run into any difficulty. That's a potion of healing, to say my thanks for what you've done."
Chom grabs the note from the woman's hands and scans it a few times, then looks up at her with a beaming smile. "We shall deliver this post haste, Ms Gywnn!" He marches triumphantly down the stairs and out to the others, waving the note as though it were a military banner. "We have been give a note, an note! Back to Phandalin, friends!" Horace ruffles his feathers, as if the hawk was keen to be anywhere but here.
Someone else can take the potion.
Erevan
"Well, if your mind is made up then we shall take our leave and deliver your note" with that he takes the potion "thank you for this. I know it will come in handy for one of us I'm sure."
Erevan exits the building about the same time as Chom, his legs being twice as long and all.
"I see no more can be accomplished here, let's go"
((Everyone is Level 2 now. Up your HP))
((Best I can do to share images at present. sorry for the glare))
Phandalin
Ketch trod down the High Road gnawing on the last of his rations. They were less than satisfying and he desired something a bit hardier. And warmer. And with an ale. Favor was with him, it seemed, for he shortly came to a parting of the road. A post at the joining of the two had a sign that Ketch Krumstawp paused to read. "High Road" he read easily enough, for he'd been seeing similar markings for the last several days. "Phandalin," however, he found a bit trickier and his lips moved as he sounded it out. Once he had though, the word came easily enough to him for he was not a dullard but rather just not in the habit of reading anything but The Word of Gruumsh.
A warm meal, he thought to himself. Perhaps even a chance to spread the glory of Gruumsh. Taking the turn toward what he imagine would be little more than a couple dwellings and a tavern, for why bother to name the place if it could not at least boast a tavern, Ketch eventually wandered into Phandalin. It was larger than expected and Ketch had no trouble finding himself a midday meal. Stomach sated, he found himself hungering instead for some kind of action, a chance to reach out and touch someone with the glory of Gruumsh.
Standing in front of the Job Board, Ketch slowly read the notices aloud to himself...
We're doing one small murder-y thing for a bigger, better reason. The ends justify the means.
-- Eleanor Shellstrop
Chom marches down the road with the others, doing his best to scare away the wildlife and give everyone sore ears with his incessant conversation. "...as I was saying before, marvelous creatures, white dragons! Did you know they can swim as well as any fish you care to mention? And in freezing cold water no less! I myself couldn't be a white dragon, oh no! I much prefer a nice warm bath, with lots of bubbles oh yes! Horace less so, but he likes to sit on the edge to keep me company, don't you Horace? I wonder if white dragons like bubble baths..."
The gnome stops mid-sentence for a second as they approach the job board, noticing an unusual half-orc talking to himself. Seeing in the half-orc a kindered spirit who also enjoys talking to himself, Chom bounds up to the newcomer and peers up at him. "Greetings, friend! The second one has been completed, by my fearless companions and I! Unfortunately there were no babies to deliver, but Horace and I were duty-bound to assist if the occasion arose, weren't we Horace! You are most welcome to join us if you are interested in dragons, though! Did you know white dragons can swim as well as any fish you care to mention? And in freezing cold water no less!"
"Babies?" Ketch asks, incredulously. "You were fighting babies when there are dragons to be battled? Blasphemous!" Ketch pauses to look the group over and discovers why they would prefer not to fight a dragon.
"Did you at least defeat the babies?"
We're doing one small murder-y thing for a bigger, better reason. The ends justify the means.
-- Eleanor Shellstrop