Xalkas puts the potion in his backpack along with the satchel hoping they will be useful in the future.
Remembering seeing Thorrick’s hand glowing earlier “Thorrick, remind me again how you make your hand glow like that? I asked The Mad Wizard of Wine to show me stuff like that and all I ever learned was how to make really exquisite wine.” Xalkas says rather frustratedly. “Do you think maybe you could teach me how to do that?”
Without waiting for a reply, turns to Irilu, “Forgive my poor manners Irilu, but how old are you exactly? And what did you do before you discovered your magical abilities? How did you discover your magic? Also, I noticed you paid no mind to anything but that book Irilu, why are you so interested in it and not the coin or these pretty earrings?” As he mentions the earrings he pulls them out of his pocket and extends them up toward her. “I think they would look very nice on you.”
Xalkas will help irilu with her search for some shelter.
Investigation 3 +5
History check on Kobold (I need to know what happened 😬)
History check for Khundrukar 17 +5
History check for Tymora 11 +5
Arcana check on the earrings to see if there is anything magical to them 11 +5
Given that Irilu just quickly skimmed through the journal and has yet to read it I will wait for arcane recovery.
You guys can not see any shelter unless you use what you have to make some. Looks like they were tying up loose ends. Khundrukar-This dwarven stronghold was a closely-held secret until its fall about a century ago. Since then it has become home to monstrous humanoids. Not enough for Tymora history check. No magic on the earrings.
The dwarf replies to Xalkas with a small smile on his face, as if remembering a loved one. “I am tied to the land, and it to me. I can call upon its power to assist me, and I protect it in return. It is an agreement I am fond of. Not all can tap into this power, though. Maybe in time youcould do so.”
He looks up and eyes the grey sky, rain soaking his face, then looks to his present company. “We should move. To mask our trail from any more kobolds, and to seek shelter for you both. Onwards to Blasingdell.”
“What about that one?” Gesturing to the kobold still bound and tied to the log. “I would like to figure out where they are coming from if we can get him to talk. Any suggestions?” He then turns and looks at both of his companions.
Xalkas attempts to speak with the creature and being unable to understand it, looks at his companions, “I give up. Seems a shame to leave your rope here Thorrick and leave it all tied up and defenseless. Should we kill it and move on? Or just leave it here?” Xalkas seems bothered by either option and stands, arms folded across his chest, waiting and looking at his companions for their input.
Thorrick stands, with his pipe in his mouth, as he studies the restrained kobold. "It's a good rope. Tied all sorts of things up with it, never broke on me. I doubt the good people of Blasingdell have much use for a kobold that doesn't speak common either."
The dwarf draws an old-looking scimitar from his hip, advances on the captive, and draws the blade across its throat. He looks at the others with a nod and a grunt. "The animals will take care of it. Now, onwards to Blasingdell."
Irilu looks to Xalkas and refuses the earrings, holding out her hand in protestation.
"Thank you for the compliment, but… I just couldn't." She looks pitifully at the kobold, before turning to the dwarf.
"The little one called you Thorrick, if I didn't mishear?" Birdlike, she cocks her head questioningly.
"If you know the way to Blasingdell then please, lead the way. I ache for a dry hearth and a warm light with which to read. Not to mention something to eat - not all of us can subsist on scraps of vermin." She says the last with a smirk, though not an unkind one.
As she begins to follow Thorrick, she looks to the gnome. "If we'll be walking together, it makes sense to get to know each other. I'll answer your questions." Irilu smiles gently and warmly before pulling up her hood, a meagre protection against the rain.
"After a while, it seems less important to keep track of one's exact age. But, 200 and a handful years would be a reasonable guess. I grew up in the temples of my people, dedicated to my worship and service to the community." She gestures to the religious symbol hanging from her simple belt, a downward pointing triangle with three overlapping rings inside.
"In my third decade, I decided to devote my life to study - and that is what I have done ever since. It is my studies that have brought me to magic in recent years. For me, magic is just a means to an end - another way to continue learning about the world. A lifetime of learning and self-betterment is a life well spent. And, the thirst for knowledge is a hard habit to break." Irilu pats the pocket of her backpack containing the journal.
"And now that you know so much about me, perhaps you can share with me your name? It seems only fair."
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At Irilu’s refusal of the earrings, Xalkas puts them back in one of his pockets.
Watching Thorrick draw the scimitar and walk to the kobold, Xalkas quickly turns and averts his eyes as the kobold is dispatched.
Turning back around he sees his companions continuing on the road toward Blasingdell. Having heard Irilu mention food, begins rummaging through his bag as he hurries to catch up to them and pulls out some rations and distributes it between the three of them “Here’s something to keep us going for a bit. I have a bit of water as well if you would like.”
“Right, I never had a chance to give you my name before we were ambushed by those kobolds. I’m Xalkas, Xalkas Gummen, my folks run Gummen Toy Emporium, one of the finest toy shops in the sword coast. If I have the tools and materials I can make a few little odds and ends” All of this is said between mouthfuls of jerky and dried nuts. He pauses for a moment and takes a swig from his waterskin, and then promptly offers it to his companions. “That one ahead of you there is Thorrick, bit of an old softie he is. Or at least, that’s the only side I’ve seen of him. We’ve been traveling together since we signed on to guard a caravan from neverwinter to blasingdell ...” His voices trails a bit “and well you saw how well that went for us” Xalkas hangs his head as he finishes his sentence.
Shaking his head as though to clear off troublesome thoughts “Nothing else for it now though, As Thorrick put it ‘Onwards to Blasingdell’” As he says the last three words he does his best impersonation of the dwarf. Performance15+1
He then falls silent, unsure of what else to say. He periodically checks behind the group to see if anything is following them. Perception 17 (in case it needs to be with disadvantage due to it raining here’s another roll Perception 15)
"Aye, Thorrick Rockbounder, at your service." The dwarf walks slightly ahead of the other two, occasionally turning his head to reply to a question or better hear the conversation through the rain. He doesn't respond to Xalkas' impression of him, but his mouth does crease slightly at the corners at the attempt.
Irilu giggles a little at the impression, and eagerly continues the discussion with her interesting new companions.
"Xalkas, your family make toys? My life at the temple was a simple one, but I remember dearly my prized possession - a wooden spinning top. Objectively it wasn't much, but it was special to me. My father had carved it, and I painted it with my mother's pigments - swirling blues and purples. I've always loved those colours." Her eyes brighten in the memory, and for a moment anyone looking into them would almost see the vibrant colours reflected.
"Everyone in my community seemed to have some artistic ability, it wasn't until I left that I stopped taking artistry for granted… and sometimes I even miss that little spinning top." Irilu looks wistful but at peace, and downs a handful of dried nuts followed by a swig of water.
She calls ahead to Thorrick over the rain. "What about you? Where are you from, Thorrick?"
Blasingdell lies about 30 miles south of the Stone Tooth, a journey of three days on foot or two days on horseback. Blasingdell hosts a diverse population of about 2,000 souls, and is useful as a place to provision before an excursion to the Stone Tooth.
A simple, hand-drawn map bearing two recognizable features—Blasingdell south and the Stone Tooth north —is folded inside the journal. An “X” is drawn on the Stone Tooth’s eastern side near the words “Dark Mere” in the same handwriting as that of the journal. The marked location appears to be only a day’s travel east.
“I’m... well I’m from all over, really.” The dwarf scratched his beard while he thinks, unsure as to how to give a satisfying answer
“Been wandering for decades, then wandered for a few more. Parents had fur, snouts, and howled at the moon if the mood took them, not seen them in a while... As long as there’s not a roof over my head, I’m where I’m from.” He nods to himself, satisfied with his logic.
Irilu nods approvingly at Thorrick. "A wanderer then, much like myself. I think we're going to get along just fine."
Irilu looks worriedly to the thick clouds above. "If we can find even the smallest bit of shelter, it would be good to settle down for a bit. I've been roaming the whole day and my feet are sodden. I'm also quite curious to see if that journal can give us any clues about the kobold activity in this region. We certainly don't want to happen across another group of them."
Irilu scans the horizon for any tree or other feature that could get the party out of the rain for an hour or so. Perception 6
Irilu nods approvingly at Thorrick. "A wanderer then, much like myself. I think we're going to get along just fine."
Irilu looks worriedly to the thick clouds above. "If we can find even the smallest bit of shelter, it would be good to settle down for a bit. I've been roaming the whole day and my feet are sodden. I'm also quite curious to see if that journal can give us any clues about the kobold activity in this region. We certainly don't want to happen across another group of them."
Irilu scans the horizon for any tree or other feature that could get the party out of the rain for an hour or so. Perception 11
“I think it’s more likely that it was acquired by the kobolds then belonging to them. But I wouldn’t say no to sitting and resting for maybe an hour or so now that we’ve put some more distance between us and the caravan. That spell took more out of me than I expected.” Xalkas says, continuing to plod along behind everyone. His water logged boots squelching in the mud with every step. “With any luck this rain will clear off soon. I do detest walking in it.”
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Xalkas puts the potion in his backpack along with the satchel hoping they will be useful in the future.
Remembering seeing Thorrick’s hand glowing earlier “Thorrick, remind me again how you make your hand glow like that? I asked The Mad Wizard of Wine to show me stuff like that and all I ever learned was how to make really exquisite wine.” Xalkas says rather frustratedly. “Do you think maybe you could teach me how to do that?”
Without waiting for a reply, turns to Irilu, “Forgive my poor manners Irilu, but how old are you exactly? And what did you do before you discovered your magical abilities? How did you discover your magic? Also, I noticed you paid no mind to anything but that book Irilu, why are you so interested in it and not the coin or these pretty earrings?” As he mentions the earrings he pulls them out of his pocket and extends them up toward her. “I think they would look very nice on you.”
Xalkas will help irilu with her search for some shelter.
Investigation 3 +5
History check on Kobold (I need to know what happened 😬)
History check for Khundrukar 17 +5
History check for Tymora 11 +5
Arcana check on the earrings to see if there is anything magical to them 11 +5
Given that Irilu just quickly skimmed through the journal and has yet to read it I will wait for arcane recovery.
You guys can not see any shelter unless you use what you have to make some. Looks like they were tying up loose ends. Khundrukar-This dwarven stronghold was a closely-held secret until its fall about a century ago. Since then it has become home to monstrous humanoids. Not enough for Tymora history check. No magic on the earrings.
The dwarf replies to Xalkas with a small smile on his face, as if remembering a loved one. “I am tied to the land, and it to me. I can call upon its power to assist me, and I protect it in return. It is an agreement I am fond of. Not all can tap into this power, though. Maybe in time you could do so.”
He looks up and eyes the grey sky, rain soaking his face, then looks to his present company. “We should move. To mask our trail from any more kobolds, and to seek shelter for you both. Onwards to Blasingdell.”
“What about that one?” Gesturing to the kobold still bound and tied to the log. “I would like to figure out where they are coming from if we can get him to talk. Any suggestions?” He then turns and looks at both of his companions.
Anyone speak Yipyak?
Thorrick
Common, Druidic, Dwarvish, Sylvan
Irilu
Celestial, Common, Elvish, Sylvan, Vedalken
Xalkas
Common, Gnomish, Infernal, Undercommon
He isn't going to be able to talk to anyone. So what do yall wanna do?
Xalkas attempts to speak with the creature and being unable to understand it, looks at his companions, “I give up. Seems a shame to leave your rope here Thorrick and leave it all tied up and defenseless. Should we kill it and move on? Or just leave it here?” Xalkas seems bothered by either option and stands, arms folded across his chest, waiting and looking at his companions for their input.
Thorrick stands, with his pipe in his mouth, as he studies the restrained kobold. "It's a good rope. Tied all sorts of things up with it, never broke on me. I doubt the good people of Blasingdell have much use for a kobold that doesn't speak common either."
The dwarf draws an old-looking scimitar from his hip, advances on the captive, and draws the blade across its throat. He looks at the others with a nod and a grunt. "The animals will take care of it. Now, onwards to Blasingdell."
Irilu looks to Xalkas and refuses the earrings, holding out her hand in protestation.
"Thank you for the compliment, but… I just couldn't." She looks pitifully at the kobold, before turning to the dwarf.
"The little one called you Thorrick, if I didn't mishear?" Birdlike, she cocks her head questioningly.
"If you know the way to Blasingdell then please, lead the way. I ache for a dry hearth and a warm light with which to read. Not to mention something to eat - not all of us can subsist on scraps of vermin." She says the last with a smirk, though not an unkind one.
As she begins to follow Thorrick, she looks to the gnome. "If we'll be walking together, it makes sense to get to know each other. I'll answer your questions." Irilu smiles gently and warmly before pulling up her hood, a meagre protection against the rain.
"After a while, it seems less important to keep track of one's exact age. But, 200 and a handful years would be a reasonable guess. I grew up in the temples of my people, dedicated to my worship and service to the community." She gestures to the religious symbol hanging from her simple belt, a downward pointing triangle with three overlapping rings inside.
"In my third decade, I decided to devote my life to study - and that is what I have done ever since. It is my studies that have brought me to magic in recent years. For me, magic is just a means to an end - another way to continue learning about the world. A lifetime of learning and self-betterment is a life well spent. And, the thirst for knowledge is a hard habit to break." Irilu pats the pocket of her backpack containing the journal.
"And now that you know so much about me, perhaps you can share with me your name? It seems only fair."
At Irilu’s refusal of the earrings, Xalkas puts them back in one of his pockets.
Watching Thorrick draw the scimitar and walk to the kobold, Xalkas quickly turns and averts his eyes as the kobold is dispatched.
Turning back around he sees his companions continuing on the road toward Blasingdell. Having heard Irilu mention food, begins rummaging through his bag as he hurries to catch up to them and pulls out some rations and distributes it between the three of them “Here’s something to keep us going for a bit. I have a bit of water as well if you would like.”
“Right, I never had a chance to give you my name before we were ambushed by those kobolds. I’m Xalkas, Xalkas Gummen, my folks run Gummen Toy Emporium, one of the finest toy shops in the sword coast. If I have the tools and materials I can make a few little odds and ends” All of this is said between mouthfuls of jerky and dried nuts. He pauses for a moment and takes a swig from his waterskin, and then promptly offers it to his companions. “That one ahead of you there is Thorrick, bit of an old softie he is. Or at least, that’s the only side I’ve seen of him. We’ve been traveling together since we signed on to guard a caravan from neverwinter to blasingdell ...” His voices trails a bit “and well you saw how well that went for us” Xalkas hangs his head as he finishes his sentence.
Shaking his head as though to clear off troublesome thoughts “Nothing else for it now though, As Thorrick put it ‘Onwards to Blasingdell’” As he says the last three words he does his best impersonation of the dwarf. Performance15+1
He then falls silent, unsure of what else to say. He periodically checks behind the group to see if anything is following them. Perception 17 (in case it needs to be with disadvantage due to it raining here’s another roll Perception 15)
"Aye, Thorrick Rockbounder, at your service." The dwarf walks slightly ahead of the other two, occasionally turning his head to reply to a question or better hear the conversation through the rain. He doesn't respond to Xalkas' impression of him, but his mouth does crease slightly at the corners at the attempt.
Irilu giggles a little at the impression, and eagerly continues the discussion with her interesting new companions.
"Xalkas, your family make toys? My life at the temple was a simple one, but I remember dearly my prized possession - a wooden spinning top. Objectively it wasn't much, but it was special to me. My father had carved it, and I painted it with my mother's pigments - swirling blues and purples. I've always loved those colours." Her eyes brighten in the memory, and for a moment anyone looking into them would almost see the vibrant colours reflected.
"Everyone in my community seemed to have some artistic ability, it wasn't until I left that I stopped taking artistry for granted… and sometimes I even miss that little spinning top." Irilu looks wistful but at peace, and downs a handful of dried nuts followed by a swig of water.
She calls ahead to Thorrick over the rain. "What about you? Where are you from, Thorrick?"
Blasingdell lies about 30 miles south of the Stone Tooth, a journey of three days on foot or two days on horseback. Blasingdell hosts a diverse population of about 2,000 souls, and is useful as a place to provision before an excursion to the Stone Tooth.
A simple, hand-drawn map bearing two recognizable features—Blasingdell south and the Stone Tooth north —is folded inside the journal. An “X” is drawn on the Stone Tooth’s eastern side near the words “Dark Mere” in the same handwriting as that of the journal. The marked location appears to be only a day’s travel east.
“I’m... well I’m from all over, really.” The dwarf scratched his beard while he thinks, unsure as to how to give a satisfying answer
“Been wandering for decades, then wandered for a few more. Parents had fur, snouts, and howled at the moon if the mood took them, not seen them in a while... As long as there’s not a roof over my head, I’m where I’m from.” He nods to himself, satisfied with his logic.
Irilu nods approvingly at Thorrick. "A wanderer then, much like myself. I think we're going to get along just fine."
Irilu looks worriedly to the thick clouds above. "If we can find even the smallest bit of shelter, it would be good to settle down for a bit. I've been roaming the whole day and my feet are sodden. I'm also quite curious to see if that journal can give us any clues about the kobold activity in this region. We certainly don't want to happen across another group of them."
Irilu scans the horizon for any tree or other feature that could get the party out of the rain for an hour or so. Perception 6
You see quite a few trees to the south.
(Is south the direction we are traveling to get to Blasingdell? How many days travel are we from it?)
“I think it’s more likely that it was acquired by the kobolds then belonging to them. But I wouldn’t say no to sitting and resting for maybe an hour or so now that we’ve put some more distance between us and the caravan. That spell took more out of me than I expected.” Xalkas says, continuing to plod along behind everyone. His water logged boots squelching in the mud with every step. “With any luck this rain will clear off soon. I do detest walking in it.”