In the city of Neverwinter, a dwarf named Gundren Rockseeker asked you to bring a wagonload of provisions to the rough-and-tumble settlement of Phandalin, a couple of days’ travel southeast of the city. Gundren was clearly excited and more than a little secretive about his reasons for the trip, saying only that he and his brothers had found “something big,” and that he’d pay you ten gold pieces each for escorting his supplies safely to Barthen’s Provisions, a trading post in Phandalin. He then set out ahead of you on horse, along with a warrior escort named Sildar Hallwinter, claiming he needed to arrive early to “take care of business.”
You’ve spent the last few days following the High Road south from Neverwinter, and you’ve just recently veered east along the Triboar Trail. You’ve encountered no trouble so far, but this territory can be dangerous. Bandits and outlaws have been known to lurk along the trail.
(Please take this time to introduce your characters and how you may have met Gundren Rockseeker. The wagon is easily driven and loaded with supplies. Unless someone is holding the reins you will find the Oxen stubborn and that they come to a complete halt. Up to two characters can be seated as drivers otherwise you may ride, walk along besides or otherwise travel along with the wagon - scouting, etc. Note your position in you party in your comments.)
Velshir the wood elf strides alongside the cart and scans his surroundings. He welcomes the chance to use his legs, as well as the challenge of staying alert in the face of repetitive monotony. He has already lectured the group several times on such topics as: the importance of both physical and mental sharpness, eating the proper foods to keep the mind and body sharp, getting a good night’s rest, etc.
Velshir met Gundren in Neverwinter, in a tavern. Velshir was using the city library to study more about the healthy habits of a strong mind and body and he was getting downright disgusted at the lack of material on the subject. He has now resolved to do field research. Velshir jumped at Gundren’s job offer because, frankly, he needs the money, and also he wants a chance to put his mind-and-body skills to the test. Phandolin sounds like just the sort of place full of problems to solve with his brand of philosophy.
Sheyla, a red head of average height, sits calmly upon the driver seat of the wagon. Her back is straight, her posture impeccable, and not a stitch of clothing is out of place. Despite this she wears a soft smile upon her face. She also has a rose tucked within her hair.
She thinks back a moment recalling when she met Grundren. She heard the trip by chance when he was purchasing supplies while she was browsing other wares. She offered to attend as well with hopes to get out the noisy city for a bit under the guise that her name may, or more that her father's name, may open some doors or make things a little easier.
A little bit behind the wagon, chuffing with all the grace of a clogged chimney, Unthir ran frantically for the cart. A chubby dwarf, he knew his greatest goal right now would be not to lose this chance and he pushed his heavy brown bearded frame hard. When he finally caught up, he slowed to a walk attempting to pretend everything was fine.
He pushed air hard through his nose, fumbled for his horn, and then simply held it. He wanted to be seen with it and ready for adventure, like a real bard. The dwarf asked Ulthir to follow a cart and he was doing that; on an adventurer, just like a real bard. He was pretty proud of himself and began to walk like it, chest puffed, arms swinging aside his huge belly, ignoring the previous display with an enthusiastic smile.
Iymryl paced alongside the wagon, on the opposite side from Velshir. Scanning the tree line while the party rolled along. The creak of wooden wheels and huffing noises of the dwarf cut through the otherwise idyllic countryside, but he still attempted to stay attentive to other possible sounds.
The elf had noticed Gundren’s letter of advertisement at the market in Neverwinter one afternoon. As the few months he had spent in the city til that point had proved less than fruitful with opportunities to challenge or prove himself he signed on. At the very least he reasoned it would give him a chance to find or make a better chance elsewhere.
Velshir notices Unthir’s approach and arches an eyebrow. He’s of two minds: disgust at the dwarf’s obviously undisciplined ways, but also intrigue that here can be a subject who clearly could benefit from being educated on the importance of a well-balanced diet and good night’s rest.
“Ho, dwarf,” he says bluntly. “Are you headed in our direction?”
The dwarf reached out and called back, "Indeed I am! There was good Sir Rockseeker who asked for volunteers to follow a cart. My hesitation in the manner caused a slight delay-BUT-I have managed to recover and would ask that I be allowed to join in your crusade."
Seated next to Sheyla, you see a slightly shorter than avg half elf with brown hair pulled back and braided. He's dressed in plain but well crafted clothing with a traveling cloak thrown back off his shoulders. Hes small and very un remarkable except for the beautiful crystal brooch holding his cloak around his neck.
Looking up from his book he asks "Does anyone know how far we are from our destination?"
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Nature check 15
Sheyla looks out over the road, up towards the sun, and then at the surrounding terrain. Then turning slightly to the elf she says, "We are on the Triboar Trail. The most infamous section of our route. Known for bandits and cutpurses, we should focus more on the here and now and less on the destination."
(placement as I see is Sheyla in driver's seat, Joshua seated to the right of her, Velshire right of cart, Lymryl left side and Unthir Just behind the cart. Allowing a little more time for other one to post.)
(placement as I see is Sheyla in driver's seat, Velshire right of cart, Lymryl left side and Unthir Just behind the cart. Allowing a little more time for other two to post.)
(And Joshua also in cart next to Sheyla. Is there a 6th?)
(I think the links I sent were a little confusing - first was for addition of your character and second for the thread. Should be 6 Total, @mrtweedeh for Loren should be posting soon. Sorry about missing Joshua @AndrewFairall - updated my earlier post, thank you @T0dd0.)
Loren sneezes and sits upright in the bed of the wagon where he had fallen asleep on the way out of the city. Groggily, he gets to his feet, his head hardly cresting the sides of the wagon. Brown, tousle-haired and short, even for a halfling, he has a smudge of soot on his cheek that he somehow picked up in the walk from last night's base camp to the wagon. The Halfling races reputation for childlikeness in both appearance and nature are on full display in Loren as his curious eyes soak up the rich greens and earthy browns of the country side.
"Are we there yet?" he asks, his voice quavering slightly in the cool air. He hops up from the back of the wagon to the passenger's seat at the front, squeezing between Sheyla and Joshua.
"Joshua, do you have that coin I gave you last night?"
You’ve been on the Triboar Trail for about half a day. As you come around a bend, you spot two dead horses sprawled about fifty feet ahead of you, blocking the path. Each has several black-feathered arrows sticking out of it. The woods press close to the trail here, with a steep embankment and dense thickets on either side.
"Ha ha! I knew you didn't, because I stole it back while you were reading your book. Did you want to play aga - ...." The halfling's babble is cut short at the sight of the punctured horses.
"Whoa. Cool!"
I would like to leave it up to Joshua to decide whether or not Loren even gave him a coin last night. I think the interaction works well either way.
(I think the links I sent were a little confusing - first was for addition of your character and second for the thread. Should be 6 Total, @mrtweedeh for Loren should be posting soon. Sorry about missing Joshua @AndrewFairall - updated my earlier post, thank you @T0dd0.)
(Ahh, that would explain the count, we seem to be missing one person in the campaign character sheets.)
Joshua reaches into a pouch without looking up from his book and pulls out a small bag and hands it to Loren "Here you are, I ended up not needing it after all"
In the city of Neverwinter, a dwarf named Gundren Rockseeker asked you to bring a wagonload of provisions to the rough-and-tumble settlement of Phandalin, a couple of days’ travel southeast of the city. Gundren was clearly excited and more than a little secretive about his reasons for the trip, saying only that he and his brothers had found “something big,” and that he’d pay you ten gold pieces each for escorting his supplies safely to Barthen’s Provisions, a trading post in Phandalin. He then set out ahead of you on horse, along with a warrior escort named Sildar Hallwinter, claiming he needed to arrive early to “take care of business.”
You’ve spent the last few days following the High Road south from Neverwinter, and you’ve just recently veered east along the Triboar Trail. You’ve encountered no trouble so far, but this territory can be dangerous. Bandits and outlaws have been known to lurk along the trail.
(Please take this time to introduce your characters and how you may have met Gundren Rockseeker. The wagon is easily driven and loaded with supplies. Unless someone is holding the reins you will find the Oxen stubborn and that they come to a complete halt. Up to two characters can be seated as drivers otherwise you may ride, walk along besides or otherwise travel along with the wagon - scouting, etc. Note your position in you party in your comments.)
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Velshir the wood elf strides alongside the cart and scans his surroundings. He welcomes the chance to use his legs, as well as the challenge of staying alert in the face of repetitive monotony. He has already lectured the group several times on such topics as: the importance of both physical and mental sharpness, eating the proper foods to keep the mind and body sharp, getting a good night’s rest, etc.
Velshir met Gundren in Neverwinter, in a tavern. Velshir was using the city library to study more about the healthy habits of a strong mind and body and he was getting downright disgusted at the lack of material on the subject. He has now resolved to do field research. Velshir jumped at Gundren’s job offer because, frankly, he needs the money, and also he wants a chance to put his mind-and-body skills to the test. Phandolin sounds like just the sort of place full of problems to solve with his brand of philosophy.
Sheyla, a red head of average height, sits calmly upon the driver seat of the wagon. Her back is straight, her posture impeccable, and not a stitch of clothing is out of place. Despite this she wears a soft smile upon her face. She also has a rose tucked within her hair.
She thinks back a moment recalling when she met Grundren. She heard the trip by chance when he was purchasing supplies while she was browsing other wares. She offered to attend as well with hopes to get out the noisy city for a bit under the guise that her name may, or more that her father's name, may open some doors or make things a little easier.
A little bit behind the wagon, chuffing with all the grace of a clogged chimney, Unthir ran frantically for the cart. A chubby dwarf, he knew his greatest goal right now would be not to lose this chance and he pushed his heavy brown bearded frame hard. When he finally caught up, he slowed to a walk attempting to pretend everything was fine.
He pushed air hard through his nose, fumbled for his horn, and then simply held it. He wanted to be seen with it and ready for adventure, like a real bard. The dwarf asked Ulthir to follow a cart and he was doing that; on an adventurer, just like a real bard. He was pretty proud of himself and began to walk like it, chest puffed, arms swinging aside his huge belly, ignoring the previous display with an enthusiastic smile.
Iymryl paced alongside the wagon, on the opposite side from Velshir. Scanning the tree line while the party rolled along. The creak of wooden wheels and huffing noises of the dwarf cut through the otherwise idyllic countryside, but he still attempted to stay attentive to other possible sounds.
The elf had noticed Gundren’s letter of advertisement at the market in Neverwinter one afternoon. As the few months he had spent in the city til that point had proved less than fruitful with opportunities to challenge or prove himself he signed on. At the very least he reasoned it would give him a chance to find or make a better chance elsewhere.
Velshir notices Unthir’s approach and arches an eyebrow. He’s of two minds: disgust at the dwarf’s obviously undisciplined ways, but also intrigue that here can be a subject who clearly could benefit from being educated on the importance of a well-balanced diet and good night’s rest.
“Ho, dwarf,” he says bluntly. “Are you headed in our direction?”
The dwarf reached out and called back, "Indeed I am! There was good Sir Rockseeker who asked for volunteers to follow a cart. My hesitation in the manner caused a slight delay-BUT-I have managed to recover and would ask that I be allowed to join in your crusade."
Velshir shrugs.
”Who Rockseeker hires is his own affair, so long as we all get paid. He does seem to have overdone it, though,”
he says, gesturing to the red-headed lady in the driver seat and the elf on the other side of the wagon (and to whoever else may be in the group!)
”Seems a bit overkill for such an easy task. I believe we are almost to Phandalin, and no problems have arisen.”
Iymryl heard Velshir’s comment and felt a need to reply.
“Perhaps the only reason there have been no issues is precisely the show of force. Strength in numbers often prevents problems before they arise.”
Seated next to Sheyla, you see a slightly shorter than avg half elf with brown hair pulled back and braided. He's dressed in plain but well crafted clothing with a traveling cloak thrown back off his shoulders. Hes small and very un remarkable except for the beautiful crystal brooch holding his cloak around his neck.
Looking up from his book he asks "Does anyone know how far we are from our destination?"
Nature check 15
Sheyla looks out over the road, up towards the sun, and then at the surrounding terrain. Then turning slightly to the elf she says, "We are on the Triboar Trail. The most infamous section of our route. Known for bandits and cutpurses, we should focus more on the here and now and less on the destination."
"Hmm" Joshua replies, more in acknowledgment than agreement. He returns his attention to his book.
(placement as I see is Sheyla in driver's seat, Joshua seated to the right of her, Velshire right of cart, Lymryl left side and Unthir Just behind the cart. Allowing a little more time for other one to post.)
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(And Joshua also in cart next to Sheyla. Is there a 6th?)
(I think the links I sent were a little confusing - first was for addition of your character and second for the thread. Should be 6 Total, @mrtweedeh for Loren should be posting soon. Sorry about missing Joshua @AndrewFairall - updated my earlier post, thank you @T0dd0.)
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Loren sneezes and sits upright in the bed of the wagon where he had fallen asleep on the way out of the city. Groggily, he gets to his feet, his head hardly cresting the sides of the wagon. Brown, tousle-haired and short, even for a halfling, he has a smudge of soot on his cheek that he somehow picked up in the walk from last night's base camp to the wagon. The Halfling races reputation for childlikeness in both appearance and nature are on full display in Loren as his curious eyes soak up the rich greens and earthy browns of the country side.
"Are we there yet?" he asks, his voice quavering slightly in the cool air. He hops up from the back of the wagon to the passenger's seat at the front, squeezing between Sheyla and Joshua.
"Joshua, do you have that coin I gave you last night?"
You’ve been on the Triboar Trail for about half a day. As you come around a bend, you spot two dead horses sprawled about fifty feet ahead of you, blocking the path. Each has several black-feathered arrows sticking out of it. The woods press close to the trail here, with a steep embankment and dense thickets on either side.
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"Ha ha! I knew you didn't, because I stole it back while you were reading your book. Did you want to play aga - ...." The halfling's babble is cut short at the sight of the punctured horses.
"Whoa. Cool!"
I would like to leave it up to Joshua to decide whether or not Loren even gave him a coin last night. I think the interaction works well either way.
(Ahh, that would explain the count, we seem to be missing one person in the campaign character sheets.)
Joshua reaches into a pouch without looking up from his book and pulls out a small bag and hands it to Loren "Here you are, I ended up not needing it after all"
@AndrewFairall Thank you - messaged the person who is missing.
@Bduds2006
Sheyla notices that the forest about the trail seems unusually still but isn't sure why.
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