Sildar replies to Norwin. "I never saw the map, Gundren kept that very close to himself, wanted to keep the location a big secret, but I guess this Black Dragon has it now. Good to know those two got away, at least." He scratches his head. "I think I heard one of the Goblins say the Castle was north of here, but other than that, I have no idea. Dammit, we should have dragged that from Yeemik before he left!"
Sylharice feels quite fascinated " i see ...!well now I can understand your motives...I believe in mystra goddess of magic.i believe that in order to have progress u ll have to experiment all the time..I am not fond although of the dark arts but they serve their purpose. Good and evil for each one is different don't u agree?
After that he spent 2 hours practising his incantations ( 2 new spells added) and he got a rest afterwards
Graeme listens to everyone, but doesn't have much to add. He listens to Norwin and Sylharice's conversation on gods and morality with a slight envy. His mind is flooded with the imagery of war and the horrors that go with it which long since stole his belief in gods. "Morality is, indeed, strange and individual." he thinks to himself.
As he continues to ponder the information that Sildar provided, he pulls out some pork and eats a modest amount.
"Eh, does anyone need somethin' tae eat? I hae some pork 'ere." Graeme offers the others..
Moralesh wakes from his sleep with a start. “ “Ripper!” Blurts out of his mouth. Then he looks around realizing where he is “I saw Ripper alive but he was helping us. Like he shows up and helps for a bit the goes away. That was a really weird dream, you know the kind that seems so real and waking up isn’t?”
Graeme is surprised by how close Willow gets as most folks he's used to keep at arms length. But he's happy to share is portions of pork with Willow and her proximity doesn't bother him.
"Aye, here lass! Ye lookin' a wee bit peely-wally! This 'ere pig will put ye right."
"I suppose your right Miss Willow, but this seemed to be more." Moralesh says then looking over at the crates and such. "What are we going to do about those crates? Gotta get em to their destination somehow. We were attacked days ago and I don't think the cart or horses survived. I can't carry it all back. Hey Sylly, how did you guys get here?"
Having a dreamless sleep Sylharice woke up quite rested..he was reminded of the old days when he was young."not comfortable at all!" He thought...He stood up and stretched his back and arms and after that started to memorise his spells...at some point he said "OK let's try this one."He takes his rod out and as he holds it speaks the incantation and starts weaving letters in the air..it took a while although.it looked like he was expecting something..suddenly out of a thin air appeard a raven that sat on his right shoulder..
"Oh there u are !"( he casted find familiar)
After finishing the spell responds to Moralesh "Sorry for not replying immediately.. i lost myself trying to perfect my new spells..well personally I had business with master Gundren on behalf of my father..as for the others they were for a job..although under wierd circumstances we met i am actually pleased to meet u 2 guys"
Willow would take the pork as if ravenously starving, lifting her mask enough to reveal her mouth. She wastes no time shoving it all into her mouth, scarfing and gnashing it to ribbons with her own set of sharpened frontal teeth. Once she had sucked her fingers clean, she would lower her mask again.
"Funny talking man very nice. Willow learn words from civilization lady, call herself researcher. Research Willow. Then Willow research little and big orcs. Where you learn words?"
The party rests without incident in Klarg's cave, the fire in the middle of the cavern providing some welcome warmth and you huddle round it talking, resting and healing. Eventually the time comes to move and you begin to prepare to return to the cart.
Sildar looks at the Lionshield Coster supplies. "We could carry some of that back with us, the light stuff. I'm sure the Lionshield Coster in Phandalin would send someone back for them once you get into town."
Between you, you manage to carry a fair amount of the stolen supplies back to the cart, though you are forced to leave the vast majority. It's either too bulky or too heavy to carry. It's a tense walk back down the trail to the cart and you proceed in silence, the thickets seeming to press ever closer to the path as you walk through. In your minds goblins lurk behind every tree. It's an uneventful trek, and you reach the ambush site after a couple of hours, remembering to avoid the traps on the way back. It's with some amount of relief that you find the cart still tied up where you left it, the oxen still happily munching away on their depleted nose bags.
It takes a little time to sort the cart out and get underway. The oxen seem happy to be on the move and set a steady pace on the trail, although the weather has changed and drizzle starts to fall putting a real dampener on things. The track gets slick and slippy in places and at times its hard work keeping the cart and oxen moving. Eventually a rustic sign with "Phandalin" roughly painted on it appears, marking a side trail and you turn up it. Painted coarsely on several large rocks in sequence at the side of the trail are the words:
Orc No Eat Insurance
Pay Orc Money, You Not Get Eat
Speshul Offer. One Not Get Eat For Price Of Two.
Each of you stares at the rocks as you pass. You are not quite sure what has been used for paint.
A couple more hours pass uneventfully into the afternoon on the side trail when suddenly the rutted track emerges from a wooded hillside, and you catch your first glimpse of Phandalin. The town consists of forty or fifty simple log buildings, some built on old fieldstone foundations. More old ruins—crumbling stone walls covered in ivy and briars—surround the newer houses and shops, showing how this must have been a much larger town in centuries past. Most of the newer buildings are set on the sides of the cart track, which widens into a muddy main street of sorts as it climbs toward a ruined manor house on a hillside at the east side of town.
As you approach, you see children playing on the town green and townsfolk tending to chores or running errands at shops. Many people look up as you approach, but all return to their business as you go by.
Sildar seems much more at ease. "My friends," he says. "Let me secure lodgings for us all. I'm told the local inn is very quaint. I'll wait for you there and organise some food while you make your delivery to Barthen's. Sound good?"
Sylharice nods and asks "master SIldar it is of utmost importance to deliver a letter to my father in the town of Waterdeep and inform him of the things that had transpired. His friend is in perilous danger as it seems..he might be able to helps us Can u send it?"
Moralesh has been sitting on the cart staring at Sylharices familiar for the whole trip. Finally he speaks up and asks. “Sylly, how’d you do that? Is that a real bird?” He pokes at the raven to see if it’s solid. “It appeared just like Ripper did in my dream last night. Out of nowhere. I thought he was there and he was. And we went running together.”
Sildar stretches his arms. "Not sure I can help you with that I'm afraid, I'm new in town too. Barthen's might be the place to ask, where you need to drop off the cart, or the Lionshield Coster. Depends how far away your father is." He sighs. "I'm not sure what sending a letter would do, except drag him up here in a panic. By that time, we might have found him, eh boy!" He tips Sylharice a wink. "Right, let me sort out some rooms for you, and don't worry, this will be on my account. You got me out of a sticky situation back there."
" It has the appearance of it but its not from this world Moralesh..its from another plane of existence. Some wizzards call forward entities from the lower planes others from high..and they can have other forms as well. I can't say I can make it appear like ripper I am afraid ..."
"Master Sildar thank u for the help..I ll ask there"
The cart trundles towards the centre of the town, and you find Barthen's Provisions easily. It's a large trading post on the main road in and out of town. You pull the cart over to one side, and Sildar says. "Stonehill Inn, that's what you're looking for. I need to find it myself, just ask around and I'm sure someone will point you in the right direction. I'll get some food sorted, too I'm sure we could all do with a meal."
Sildar replies to Norwin. "I never saw the map, Gundren kept that very close to himself, wanted to keep the location a big secret, but I guess this Black Dragon has it now. Good to know those two got away, at least." He scratches his head. "I think I heard one of the Goblins say the Castle was north of here, but other than that, I have no idea. Dammit, we should have dragged that from Yeemik before he left!"
Sylharice feels quite fascinated " i see ...!well now I can understand your motives...I believe in mystra goddess of magic.i believe that in order to have progress u ll have to experiment all the time..I am not fond although of the dark arts but they serve their purpose. Good and evil for each one is different don't u agree?
After that he spent 2 hours practising his incantations ( 2 new spells added) and he got a rest afterwards
To Sildar: "Well, when we come to Phandalin we should see if we can find any information on this castle or this Black Dragon they kept mentioning."
To Sylharice: "I agree. Morality is a strange and individual thing..."
Graeme listens to everyone, but doesn't have much to add. He listens to Norwin and Sylharice's conversation on gods and morality with a slight envy. His mind is flooded with the imagery of war and the horrors that go with it which long since stole his belief in gods. "Morality is, indeed, strange and individual." he thinks to himself.
As he continues to ponder the information that Sildar provided, he pulls out some pork and eats a modest amount.
"Eh, does anyone need somethin' tae eat? I hae some pork 'ere." Graeme offers the others..
As Graeme offers pork, Willow gets far closer than is what would be considered comfortable and extends her hand.
"Oh, pork! Willow could eat. Not know about others talking, not interested in them. Interested in food. Food heals ailing bites and bruises."
Moralesh wakes from his sleep with a start. “ “Ripper!” Blurts out of his mouth. Then he looks around realizing where he is “I saw Ripper alive but he was helping us. Like he shows up and helps for a bit the goes away. That was a really weird dream, you know the kind that seems so real and waking up isn’t?”
Loyalty Begets Honour
Willow would look to Moralesh, and shake her head no.
"Dreams are dreams. Live in dreams for only moments. Enjoy them. Real life much less satisfying. Ripper was strong wolf, beat Willow. But just dream."
Graeme is surprised by how close Willow gets as most folks he's used to keep at arms length. But he's happy to share is portions of pork with Willow and her proximity doesn't bother him.
"Aye, here lass! Ye lookin' a wee bit peely-wally! This 'ere pig will put ye right."
"I suppose your right Miss Willow, but this seemed to be more." Moralesh says then looking over at the crates and such. "What are we going to do about those crates? Gotta get em to their destination somehow. We were attacked days ago and I don't think the cart or horses survived. I can't carry it all back. Hey Sylly, how did you guys get here?"
Loyalty Begets Honour
Having a dreamless sleep Sylharice woke up quite rested..he was reminded of the old days when he was young."not comfortable at all!" He thought...He stood up and stretched his back and arms and after that started to memorise his spells...at some point he said "OK let's try this one." He takes his rod out and as he holds it speaks the incantation and starts weaving letters in the air..it took a while although.it looked like he was expecting something..suddenly out of a thin air appeard a raven that sat on his right shoulder..
"Oh there u are !"( he casted find familiar)
After finishing the spell responds to Moralesh "Sorry for not replying immediately.. i lost myself trying to perfect my new spells..well personally I had business with master Gundren on behalf of my father..as for the others they were for a job..although under wierd circumstances we met i am actually pleased to meet u 2 guys"
Willow would take the pork as if ravenously starving, lifting her mask enough to reveal her mouth. She wastes no time shoving it all into her mouth, scarfing and gnashing it to ribbons with her own set of sharpened frontal teeth. Once she had sucked her fingers clean, she would lower her mask again.
"Funny talking man very nice. Willow learn words from civilization lady, call herself researcher. Research Willow. Then Willow research little and big orcs. Where you learn words?"
Graeme shrugs. "It's jus' how people talk where I'm from. But I'm pickin' new things up all the time!"
"Ah don't mean to pry, but why do ye wear the mask?... it's a fine mask, I might add."
Graeme, with a look of astonishment, sees Sylharice create a raven out of thin air.
Day 5
The party rests without incident in Klarg's cave, the fire in the middle of the cavern providing some welcome warmth and you huddle round it talking, resting and healing. Eventually the time comes to move and you begin to prepare to return to the cart.
Sildar looks at the Lionshield Coster supplies. "We could carry some of that back with us, the light stuff. I'm sure the Lionshield Coster in Phandalin would send someone back for them once you get into town."
Between you, you manage to carry a fair amount of the stolen supplies back to the cart, though you are forced to leave the vast majority. It's either too bulky or too heavy to carry. It's a tense walk back down the trail to the cart and you proceed in silence, the thickets seeming to press ever closer to the path as you walk through. In your minds goblins lurk behind every tree. It's an uneventful trek, and you reach the ambush site after a couple of hours, remembering to avoid the traps on the way back. It's with some amount of relief that you find the cart still tied up where you left it, the oxen still happily munching away on their depleted nose bags.
It takes a little time to sort the cart out and get underway. The oxen seem happy to be on the move and set a steady pace on the trail, although the weather has changed and drizzle starts to fall putting a real dampener on things. The track gets slick and slippy in places and at times its hard work keeping the cart and oxen moving. Eventually a rustic sign with "Phandalin" roughly painted on it appears, marking a side trail and you turn up it. Painted coarsely on several large rocks in sequence at the side of the trail are the words:
Orc No Eat Insurance
Pay Orc Money, You Not Get Eat
Speshul Offer. One Not Get Eat For Price Of Two.
Each of you stares at the rocks as you pass. You are not quite sure what has been used for paint.
A couple more hours pass uneventfully into the afternoon on the side trail when suddenly the rutted track emerges from a wooded hillside, and you catch your first glimpse of Phandalin. The town consists of forty or fifty simple log buildings, some built on old fieldstone foundations. More old ruins—crumbling stone walls covered in ivy and briars—surround the newer houses and shops, showing how this must have been a much larger town in centuries past. Most of the newer buildings are set on the sides of the cart track, which widens into a muddy main street of sorts as it climbs toward a ruined manor house on a hillside at the east side of town.
As you approach, you see children playing on the town green and townsfolk tending to chores or running errands at shops. Many people look up as you approach, but all return to their business as you go by.
Sildar seems much more at ease. "My friends," he says. "Let me secure lodgings for us all. I'm told the local inn is very quaint. I'll wait for you there and organise some food while you make your delivery to Barthen's. Sound good?"
Willow would nod, and look to Moralesh. "We report goods? Maybe get compensation? At least tell where located if want send new party to find."
Sylharice nods and asks "master SIldar it is of utmost importance to deliver a letter to my father in the town of Waterdeep and inform him of the things that had transpired. His friend is in perilous danger as it seems..he might be able to helps us Can u send it?"
Moralesh has been sitting on the cart staring at Sylharices familiar for the whole trip. Finally he speaks up and asks. “Sylly, how’d you do that? Is that a real bird?”
He pokes at the raven to see if it’s solid. “It appeared just like Ripper did in my dream last night. Out of nowhere. I thought he was there and he was. And we went running together.”
Loyalty Begets Honour
Sildar stretches his arms. "Not sure I can help you with that I'm afraid, I'm new in town too. Barthen's might be the place to ask, where you need to drop off the cart, or the Lionshield Coster. Depends how far away your father is." He sighs. "I'm not sure what sending a letter would do, except drag him up here in a panic. By that time, we might have found him, eh boy!" He tips Sylharice a wink. "Right, let me sort out some rooms for you, and don't worry, this will be on my account. You got me out of a sticky situation back there."
" It has the appearance of it but its not from this world Moralesh..its from another plane of existence. Some wizzards call forward entities from the lower planes others from high..and they can have other forms as well. I can't say I can make it appear like ripper I am afraid ..."
"Master Sildar thank u for the help..I ll ask there"
The cart trundles towards the centre of the town, and you find Barthen's Provisions easily. It's a large trading post on the main road in and out of town. You pull the cart over to one side, and Sildar says. "Stonehill Inn, that's what you're looking for. I need to find it myself, just ask around and I'm sure someone will point you in the right direction. I'll get some food sorted, too I'm sure we could all do with a meal."