Storm King's Thunder

// Anything else of use or note? Armor? Insignia? Keys? Etc?  Investigation 22.... Also, Ink speaks and reads orc and giant... //

Ink examines the site, picking up the hammer and the crossbow, handing them both over to Flint, saying, "Like the swords, we should be careful with the hammer until we know more about it. What say we go back to the inn for some rest. I have the feeling this is not over yet."

After rifling through the wraith's pockets, once more, Ink will set kindling once again to consume what remains of the undead rider and horse. 

Flint gives the armor a closer look

 "When we get back to safety I can tell you a little about these items. I won't know specifics, but I might be able to tell if they are cursed or not."

//Detect Magic will let us know the school of magic they are from, might tell us a bit about them.//

As Marav discusses with the rest, Ink decides that hammer’s script language is likely goblin, and can make out the sound of the words but not their meaning...ed-snek tnilf darbuluk kfree-yag reegkri es. Touching the hammer is enough to tell that it contains some magic.

The crossbow seems mundane, but quite old. 

The armor is a now-burnt suit of studded leather. Before tonight, it is obvious that the armor was well kept, oiled, and maintained. Its several clasps of burnished brozne bear a uniform insignia that looks vaguely familiar to Flint, but he can't quite place it.

As you examine the corpse and discuss these items, you are suddenly aware of more than a dozen drawn bows surrounding you, their human bearers stepping out from among the trees as if out of magical concealement, surrounding the burning blast site. 

"Strangers...outsiders...tree burners..." Another human, male, tall and hale, perhaps in his fifties, speaks in heavily accented common as he steps out from a splintered tree trunk not 30 feet from you. He carries a rough staff and wears a thick animal pelt as a cloak. His hair is black and eyes bright blue, and his bearded face is lined and creased. He can see the remains of the wight that you are gathered around. 

"You have defeated a hunt lord, but with much destruction of the old forest. What is your purpose here?"

//Marav speaks goblin... what's it say? :)//

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//Marav speaks goblin... what's it say? :)//

 

//Oh well that explains everything.... couldn't just say +2 Hammer of Frost could it... :)//

"Rip, maybe you should do the explaining." He glances at Rip. 

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As Marav discusses with the rest, Ink decides that hammer’s script language is likely goblin, and can make out the sound of the words but not their meaning...ed-snek tnilf darbuluk kfree-yag reegkri es. Touching the hammer is enough to tell that it contains some magic.

 

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//Marav speaks goblin... what's it say? :)//

 "Tnilf the Dominator, Lord of the Hunt, May He Never Rest." 

 The tall, muscular human looks at Rip for the first time, an amused smile flitting across his face at the sight of the diminutive halfling. 

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 // Do these people match the description of the barbarians described by the stone giants? Or those given by the locals in town we came through (sorry - horrible with names right now, but I assume that Ink remembers better than I do... lol) - do any of them have any animal totems or similar iconography among them? //

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 The tall, muscular human looks at Rip for the first time, an amused smile flitting across his face at the sight of the diminutive halfling. 

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 // Do these people match the description of the barbarians described by the stone giants? Or those given by the locals in town we came through (sorry - horrible with names right now, but I assume that Ink remembers better than I do... lol) - do any of them have any animal totems or similar iconography among them? //

 // Go ahead with a Wisdom (Perception) check to see what you can see. //

 DUPLICATE POST - GLITCH IN THE NETWORK HERE I GUESS, APOLOGIES... 

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 The tall, muscular human looks at Rip for the first time, an amused smile flitting across his face at the sight of the diminutive halfling. 

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 // Do these people match the description of the barbarians described by the stone giants? Or those given by the locals in town we came through (sorry - horrible with names right now, but I assume that Ink remembers better than I do... lol) - do any of them have any animal totems or similar iconography among them? //

 // Go ahead with a Wisdom (Perception) check to see what you can see. //

"Sorry about the fires, we meant no harm to the green but in darkness battling wights ones aim to not die takes over. We came hear originally to find a tribe that has taken my children, but now we will kill those hunt lords while we are hear. Do you know of the Tiger clan? that was it right Ink?" tell me if i need to make a roll

Ink can tell that this man is most likely an Uthgardt, given his black hair, blue eyes, and impressive frame. As you look, you notice that he is muttering under his breath and making subtle gestures with his hands. He sees you eyeing him, and again speaks aloud. 

"You travel with a druid, you say...you, druid," he says, speaking to Marav. "Where do you powers come from?"

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"Sorry about the fires, we meant no harm to the green but in darkness battling wights ones aim to not die takes over. We came hear originally to find a tribe that has taken my children, but now we will kill those hunt lords while we are hear. Do you know of the Tiger clan? that was it right Ink?" tell me if i need to make a roll

Marav steps forward slightly, his bow still in his hand, he calmly but slowly places his bow onto its holder across his back.

"My powers come from the moon." He then speaks in druidic, "Where do yours come from?"

persuasion roll 10

In response to Marav's question, the barbarian man says, "I see no moon. My power comes from Uthgar himself, not from the distant heavens or absent gods."

 As he gestures around the area, you notice the flames from Ink's fireball start to die down, supernaturally quenched before they are able to burn out. 

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"Sorry about the fires, we meant no harm to the green but in darkness battling wights ones aim to not die takes over. We came hear originally to find a tribe that has taken my children, but now we will kill those hunt lords while we are hear. Do you know of the Tiger clan? that was it right Ink?" 

"Uthgar seems very powerful indeed. I know not his ways, but maybe I should." He looks around. "I learned to hunt from my grandfather Juhmer. I then learned the ways of the forest and the moon. Now I see the wolf on your shoulder and it makes me wonder if my path is complete or if I am being led somewhere."

Marav bows his head toward the barbarian respectfully.

The barbarian leader regards Marav as if just noticing something. "And where is it that you are being led...half-orc?" 

"Ahh you noticed my lineage... no fault of my own. My mother was attacked as was my village and I am the result. That was the start of my journey. Since I have met my friends though it has been leading me to giants in the clouds, in the hills, to protect a town from rampaging orcs, as if they can do anything else. Through that time I have embraced being a druid."

He gestures toward the smoke left behind, "My friends and I are powerful enough to beat the hunt lords, but we couldn't have doused this fire."