Seeing the Huumon approach, Lowblo's eye's narrow and his hand creeps to his crossbow (never trust a huumon), but because the huumon looks familiar, he takes no further action.
Ruvaar is a soldier in his early 20s. He has the kind of face that's scarred not from battle but from the harsh sun and conditions that come with being at war. His brow is furrowed with the concentration of someone who is always watching his surroundings and his lips are pursed behind his brown beard. He is walking down the path toward Phandalin.
Ruvaar pauses momentarily in his tracks.The reason for his pause is a vaguely familiar looking Goblin on the edge of the road up ahead. His hard brown eyes narrow and he instinctively places a hand on his sword. He's been a soldier long enough to know he should be ready for anything but not just run in foolheartedly with his sword drawn. The sun glints off his chain mail armour while he considers the Goblin. After a pregnant pause he decides to cautiously approach the Goblin, keeping his hand on his weapon.
"Lo there Goblin! Might I ask what brings you to these woods?"
Lowblo grunts in acknowledgement, but is clearly still skeptical..****y slightly less so.
Making a decision, he nods to himself and then continues. "Goblins ambush Gundren, drag him that way." Points through the woods to where the trail is. "We follow, you come."
For a moment Ruvaar entertains the possibility that the Goblin is lying to him and that he could be walking into a trap, but since he looks vaguely familiar and seems to know Gundren, Ruvaar decides to follow the Goblin's lead.
Seeing that the huumon is inclined to follow, Lowblo nods and begins to lead the way...he stops by the dead goblin on the road first to see if he has anything that might be useful...or valuable.
Glancing back at Ruvaar, he explains, "He not need anymore," and then returns to his looting.
The goblin's scimitar remains on the ground beside him. The shortbow across his back presses up against his leather armour in an awkward way. You notice while checking the body that his teeth are filed into points. You recall before leaving Neverwinter someone mentioning the Cragmaw Goblins and how they filed their teeth this way.
There are two goblins on the road with similar equipment (one has a short sword instead of a scimitar) and nothing else. . both have their teeth filed into points. There is the third goblin back in the buses to the south (the first one you encountered). He has the same gear and filed teeth.
Daeris at this point would have already left the road a few minutes ago and would be heading up the trails. Depending
Daeris finishes checking the horses and bodies of the goblins and moves north into the woods. After 10 minutes following the trail she comes across Nelly and Chantrea who are looking a little surprised but have recovered. Having sprung a trap and barely escape it, Nelly convinced himself, with a little help from Chantrea to wait for the others.
Lowblow and Ruvaar come along a few minutes later in a calm but somewhat uncomfortable silence.
Everyone takes note of the snare hanging in the tree just above the trail and off to one side a little.
OOC: you can add those to character sheet. 9 arrows.
The snare is crude but effective. It was designed to counter the weight of larger beings up to the size of a large human. You don't find anything of interest in the immediate area that suggests who may have made the trap.
I'll leave some time for a bit of dialogue and catch-up. If you want to take care of it now let me know marching order etc. for continuing along the path (assuming that is what everyone is going to do and when you feel it is appropriate).
The tiny dynamo is pacing energetically back and forth while waiting for the rest of her companions to arrive. Despite Chantrea's best pleadings, it's really hard to sit still. Not when there is obvious scrappin' to do. Her wide green eyes flash brightly as she finally catches sight of her fellow caravan-mates, a happy expression filling her face. "You caught up. That's great. I was almost caught up, too."
Nelly grins at her own joke, pointing at the snare. Her smiling gaze passes from Lowblo to the stranger approaching with him. Her eyes narrow, though more with curiosity than concern. The dwarf takes a few bounding steps towards the duo, stopping just inches short of Ruvaar as she looks the man over carefully. "Straight back, clean sword. Smells like chain mail grease. I like this one."
She tilts her head to the goblin and offers an encouraging thumbs up. "Good find!"
Nelly turns back to Ruvaar and thrusts out her hand. "Name's Nelly Stonebottom, Sorcerer of Wonders, what's yours?"
Ruvaar considers the group as he and the Goblin approach. He counts a total of three additional people, making their party consist of four original members. Ruvaar wonders if this is their entire party or if the Goblin had more friends still. He knows that Gundren is somehow involved but he has yet to ascertain what brought the group together and, more importantly, why they're here.
Suddenly, he becomes aware that the Dwarf is rapidly approaching. Stopping just shy of him, she seems to be sizing him up. She has gotten slightly too close for Ruvaar's taste, but otherwise seems to be non-threatening. Despite himself Ruvaar can't help but find her comments on his weaponry and armour amusing, though he doesn't let it show.
Ruvaar takes the Dwarf's hand in his, offering a single, well gripped shake. He prides himself on having a firm handshake. He likes to think it instills a sense of strength, confidence, and makes that right impression.
Nelly returns the handshake with a firm, friendly squeeze of her own (for someone who claims to be a mighty sorceress, she has a grip of wrought iron). She seems pleased by Ruvaar's straightforward confidence and shake. "Waterdeep, eh? Fancy place, lots of boats. Not too keen on the boats. Did you serve in the city guard? Or maybe the Gray Hands?"
The dwarven girl's tone lilts upwards in excitement as she asks that last question, then slides back down just as quickly. Nelly shakes her head, dismissing her clearly evident curiosity... for now, at least. "Ah, tha' can wait. War stories are best served with a cold beer in a hot tavern!"
Shifting her attention to Lowblo - and finally giving Ruvaar his personal space back - Nelly looks serious and sharp as a freshly ground axe. "You've got a nose for trouble, eh? Think you can take point an' find the source of it, so we can get to the fun part?"
The toothy edge of Nelly's lopsided grin leaves no ambiguity to what the fun part is.
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Seeing the Huumon approach, Lowblo's eye's narrow and his hand creeps to his crossbow (never trust a huumon), but because the huumon looks familiar, he takes no further action.
Ruvaar is a soldier in his early 20s. He has the kind of face that's scarred not from battle but from the harsh sun and conditions that come with being at war. His brow is furrowed with the concentration of someone who is always watching his surroundings and his lips are pursed behind his brown beard. He is walking down the path toward Phandalin.
Ruvaar pauses momentarily in his tracks.The reason for his pause is a vaguely familiar looking Goblin on the edge of the road up ahead. His hard brown eyes narrow and he instinctively places a hand on his sword. He's been a soldier long enough to know he should be ready for anything but not just run in foolheartedly with his sword drawn. The sun glints off his chain mail armour while he considers the Goblin. After a pregnant pause he decides to cautiously approach the Goblin, keeping his hand on his weapon.
"Lo there Goblin! Might I ask what brings you to these woods?"
Lowblo ignores the question and instead asks, "You know Gundren?"
Ruvaar continues to approach and replies, "Aye. A mutual friend introduced us."
Lowblo grunts in acknowledgement, but is clearly still skeptical..****y slightly less so.
Making a decision, he nods to himself and then continues. "Goblins ambush Gundren, drag him that way." Points through the woods to where the trail is. "We follow, you come."
It was more of a statement than a question.
For a moment Ruvaar entertains the possibility that the Goblin is lying to him and that he could be walking into a trap, but since he looks vaguely familiar and seems to know Gundren, Ruvaar decides to follow the Goblin's lead.
Seeing that the huumon is inclined to follow, Lowblo nods and begins to lead the way...he stops by the dead goblin on the road first to see if he has anything that might be useful...or valuable.
Glancing back at Ruvaar, he explains, "He not need anymore," and then returns to his looting.
OOC: Shane let us know if you need to pause to let the others catch up in time.
OOC: I'll assume your heading off toward the trail. I'll post tomorrow to give everyone a chance. Feel free to continue dialogue or just wait.
Watching the Goblin loot the dead body Ruvaar inquires, "Were they friends of yours, Goblin? Or are you out here alone?"
The goblin's scimitar remains on the ground beside him. The shortbow across his back presses up against his leather armour in an awkward way. You notice while checking the body that his teeth are filed into points. You recall before leaving Neverwinter someone mentioning the Cragmaw Goblins and how they filed their teeth this way.
There are two goblins on the road with similar equipment (one has a short sword instead of a scimitar) and nothing else. . both have their teeth filed into points. There is the third goblin back in the buses to the south (the first one you encountered). He has the same gear and filed teeth.
Daeris at this point would have already left the road a few minutes ago and would be heading up the trails. Depending
OOC: We'll pause here aside from dialogue.
Lowblo shakes his head and emits a slight growl, "no friends of mine. These attack Gundren so they die."
Everyone:
Daeris finishes checking the horses and bodies of the goblins and moves north into the woods. After 10 minutes following the trail she comes across Nelly and Chantrea who are looking a little surprised but have recovered. Having sprung a trap and barely escape it, Nelly convinced himself, with a little help from Chantrea to wait for the others.
Lowblow and Ruvaar come along a few minutes later in a calm but somewhat uncomfortable silence.
Everyone takes note of the snare hanging in the tree just above the trail and off to one side a little.
Before heading off into the woods, Lowblo grabs one of the bows, some arrows and a scimitar. You never know when extra weapons might come in handy.
When they final join the others, the goblin inspects the trap to see if it can provide any information.
OOC: you can add those to character sheet. 9 arrows.
The snare is crude but effective. It was designed to counter the weight of larger beings up to the size of a large human. You don't find anything of interest in the immediate area that suggests who may have made the trap.
I'll leave some time for a bit of dialogue and catch-up. If you want to take care of it now let me know marching order etc. for continuing along the path (assuming that is what everyone is going to do and when you feel it is appropriate).
Nelly Stonebottom ~ AC 18 ~ HP 12
The tiny dynamo is pacing energetically back and forth while waiting for the rest of her companions to arrive. Despite Chantrea's best pleadings, it's really hard to sit still. Not when there is obvious scrappin' to do. Her wide green eyes flash brightly as she finally catches sight of her fellow caravan-mates, a happy expression filling her face. "You caught up. That's great. I was almost caught up, too."
Nelly grins at her own joke, pointing at the snare. Her smiling gaze passes from Lowblo to the stranger approaching with him. Her eyes narrow, though more with curiosity than concern. The dwarf takes a few bounding steps towards the duo, stopping just inches short of Ruvaar as she looks the man over carefully. "Straight back, clean sword. Smells like chain mail grease. I like this one."
She tilts her head to the goblin and offers an encouraging thumbs up. "Good find!"
Nelly turns back to Ruvaar and thrusts out her hand. "Name's Nelly Stonebottom, Sorcerer of Wonders, what's yours?"
Ruvaar considers the group as he and the Goblin approach. He counts a total of three additional people, making their party consist of four original members. Ruvaar wonders if this is their entire party or if the Goblin had more friends still. He knows that Gundren is somehow involved but he has yet to ascertain what brought the group together and, more importantly, why they're here.
Suddenly, he becomes aware that the Dwarf is rapidly approaching. Stopping just shy of him, she seems to be sizing him up. She has gotten slightly too close for Ruvaar's taste, but otherwise seems to be non-threatening. Despite himself Ruvaar can't help but find her comments on his weaponry and armour amusing, though he doesn't let it show.
Ruvaar takes the Dwarf's hand in his, offering a single, well gripped shake. He prides himself on having a firm handshake. He likes to think it instills a sense of strength, confidence, and makes that right impression.
"Ruvaar of Waterdeep. Pleasure to meet you lass."
Nelly Stonebottom ~ AC 18 ~ HP 12
Nelly returns the handshake with a firm, friendly squeeze of her own (for someone who claims to be a mighty sorceress, she has a grip of wrought iron). She seems pleased by Ruvaar's straightforward confidence and shake. "Waterdeep, eh? Fancy place, lots of boats. Not too keen on the boats. Did you serve in the city guard? Or maybe the Gray Hands?"
The dwarven girl's tone lilts upwards in excitement as she asks that last question, then slides back down just as quickly. Nelly shakes her head, dismissing her clearly evident curiosity... for now, at least. "Ah, tha' can wait. War stories are best served with a cold beer in a hot tavern!"
Shifting her attention to Lowblo - and finally giving Ruvaar his personal space back - Nelly looks serious and sharp as a freshly ground axe. "You've got a nose for trouble, eh? Think you can take point an' find the source of it, so we can get to the fun part?"
The toothy edge of Nelly's lopsided grin leaves no ambiguity to what the fun part is.