The windmill looks perfectly normal, if a little manticore-distressed in the door area. There is nothing normal about the cakes however, they are absolutely divine. A wide variety of types and flavours.
As you tuck in, Adabra pours tea and asks politely "So, as much as I appreciate the help with that beast, may I ask what brings you to my humble abode?"
"We have traveled from Phandalin to warn of the great danger before you, should you stay here any longer. The monster that was here when we arrived will surely return and could be the first of many - we need you to return to Phandalin for your own safety. We can escort you back to the village, please trust us, this message has come from Mayor Wester. There is no time to sit and eat cake any longer. Do you have any desirable possessions here that would be the cause of this sudden danger?"
Whilst explaining the situation to Adabra, Cackie attempts to smuggle a couple of slices of cake in to his pocket without anyone noticing. He's sure he would be allowed to do so if he just asked, but he was also acutely aware that crime is the secret ingredient to all of the best food.
"Thank you for the cake Adabra, how generous! What my friend has advised is unfortunately true, we have been sent to warn you of that it is not safe out here, you must return to the village, pack only what you need and we can escort you back"
Adabra smiles kindly as you explain your reason for being here. "My dears, I have been here at Umbrage Hill for many years, it is where I'll meet my end - whether that be today or many years from now. But please don't be disheartened, return to Harbin Wester and tell him that I accept his warning; his conscience can be clear as to my safety. And for your troubles, here; please take this"she hands you a glass vial containing a thick red liquid; a potion of healing.
"If you would like any more then I have some for sale, just to cover my costs"(you can purchase additional potions of healing for 25gp each)
Nobody sees Cackie sneak some slices into his pockets; battenburg, carrot cake and a lovely lemon drizzle.
Thunderfist began to reach for his new maul when he saw the woman handing over more magical crap as payment, but he stopped when he realised it was a healing potion: he classed this as useful magical crap.
Having no time for her sentimental ramblings about her windmill, Thunderfist tried his best to convince her to come with them in the only way he knew.
He slammed his fist down on a cream horn, sending cream flying across the room and barked "Enough! If you don't come with us right now you will be meeting your end faster than you can say Mayor Wester's gate"
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"Thank you for the potion. I don't carry much gold I'm afraid, however I can see you are a keen baker, I am too. I carry with me three of my finest bakes, a Battenburg, a carrot cake and best of all a lovely lemon drizzle. Perhaps I could tempt you to a trade of my cakes for one more potion. These are special cakes, the recipes have been perfected over thousands of years, I'm sure when you try them you will learn a thing or two for your own bakes"
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Insight roll for Adabra: 15
The kindly midwife grins warmly at Elfa's appeal and relents "Well I do have some errands to run in town; I'll return with you for a few days and see if that sates Harbin's need to save everyone"
At Thunderfist's outburst she simply smiles patiently and puts a reassuring hand on his arm "It's OK, honestly big guy. Grab as much of the food as you can before we go, I think you deserve it" she follows up with a cheeky wink and stage-whispers "you're my favourite" conspiratorially.
As Cackie offers to trade her own cakes back to her, Adbara's eyebrows leap up in mock surprise "Oh my they look beautiful, you are so talented! OK then, that sounds like a good deal" and with another cheeky wink she hands you a second potion of healing. She boops him on the nose and sings sweetly "but you can keeeeeep the caaa-wo wo -waaaakkkkke"
And with that she drifts around the mill packing a few effects into a dainty satchel. After a couple of minutes she declares with a smile "OK I'm ready!"
Thunderfist felt unsettled as Adabra brushed off his attempt to scare her and somewhat taken aback by her kind words; this was not the reaction he was used to.
He froze as his mind darted between options: Smash the place up or take the cake, his hand quivering by his greataxe, stuck in an almost paradoxical conundrum.
Just as Thunderfist's whole body began to shake violently and he felt he was about to explode, Elfa began singing a van halen clan song, which snapped him out of it and he reached for the cakes and began to fill his pockets and bag with all that he could fit.
He looked at Elfa and replied
" Lemme get on, lemme get on, lemme get on some of that
Adabra claps excitedly at the impromptu performance by Elfa and Thunderfist. they have such an amazing chemistry, she thinks whimsically. Maybe, in another world and another time...
She snaps from her musings on multiverse theory and throws open the mill door. "Right, well I need more cake ingredients now! Come on, let's get back to town before that bloody manticore realises he's been had"
With that, the perky midwife leads you back to Phandalin. The town seems to have hardly changed since you left for this quest, almost two hours ago. Even the mayor's gate lies in ruins, not yet repaired for Thunderfist to take it out again. His options seem limited to fences, a parked cart full of veg and a stack of wooden crates that a man is arbitrarily stacking and re-stacking in adjacent piles.
(OOC: you've cleared this one so quickly that you can see Harbin for another mission straight away if you wish)
Harbin's door is just being remounted when you arrive, and the startled mayor shoos away the carpenter saying "Come back later, there's no point fixing it until he's gone! Ahh my friends, glad to, er, have you back so quickly! Adabra!!"
The mayor and midwife embrace like old friends before Adabra draws back to look at Harbin. "Well I didn't have much choice did I? Your comrades here were as persistent as they are charming" She gives you a knowing wink, directly away from Harbin so that he can't see it. "Well I best get into town and run my errands, then find some digs for the next few nights" and with that she is off, singing a song that carries on the breeze:
"Happy trails to you,
Until we meet again,
Happy trails to you,
Keep smiling on til then"
Harbin is still watching her as she leaves, a whimsical smile on his lips until she has disappeared from view. Finally he turns to you and says "Yes, amazing work, thank you. As promised, 25 gold pieces for you" (please add 6 gold, 2 silver and 5 copper pieces each to your character sheets)
"Now I know that you are capable of more than simple fetch-and-gather missions, I must ask you to take a slightly more risky path to help us"he says, face becoming more serious.
"Deep in Neverwinter Wood, along the river that flows west toward Neverwinter, is a logging camp. Every two months, Phandalin delivers fresh supplies to the camp, which is run by my half-brother, Tibor. Barthen, the local provisioner, has prepared a new delivery and needs someone to bear the supplies safely to the camp. If you can return to me with a notice of delivery signed by Tibor Wester, I will pay you a reward of 100 gold pieces. These supplies must get through, regardless of the danger posed by the journey. I would also appreciate news of Tibor's safety"
He looks at you silently, waiting for questions or, more likely, your departure.
Ego still slightly bruised from earlier, Thunderfist reassured himself he was still bad by booting over the stack of wooden crates the man was stacking. He chuckled to himself as he walked past, leaving the man with his crates strewn across the road in splinters.
He listened to mayor waster prattle on about the new task he had in store for them.
"I hope you're brother isn't as much of an incompetent moron as you are" he replied, accepting this new quest from the mayor in his own unique way.
Cackie was well settled in at the Stonehill Inn when the commotion started in the town square. He was deep into his third ale and regaling the staff and patrons with his acrobatics when the door flew open and Billy Tivvers, the idiot's son, stood there screaming "There's trouble! Come quick". Bar flies shook off their early morning buzz to follow Tivvers.
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The man stacking the crates flies into an apoplectic rage: "You moronic meathead! It took me ages to get those just right! If you think you're so scary why don't you fight something that can fight back?!"
Spittle sprays as he yells, eyes bulging and veins sticking out on his head. He rolls up his sleeves, ready to go "Come on then!!"
A small crowd has assembled, including a couple of the town's militia in chain mail, although their hands rest on their hilts as they seem happy to see how this pans out for now.
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Thunderfist was more wary of the mad lady than Elfa, as much as he liked the idea of free cake.
He gave the windmill a quick once over as he entered searching for anything suspicious.
Investigation check : 13
As he finished scouring the windmill his eyes set upon the cakes, using all his senses to determine if they were good to go.
Perception check: 19
The windmill looks perfectly normal, if a little manticore-distressed in the door area. There is nothing normal about the cakes however, they are absolutely divine. A wide variety of types and flavours.
As you tuck in, Adabra pours tea and asks politely "So, as much as I appreciate the help with that beast, may I ask what brings you to my humble abode?"
"We have traveled from Phandalin to warn of the great danger before you, should you stay here any longer. The monster that was here when we arrived will surely return and could be the first of many - we need you to return to Phandalin for your own safety. We can escort you back to the village, please trust us, this message has come from Mayor Wester. There is no time to sit and eat cake any longer. Do you have any desirable possessions here that would be the cause of this sudden danger?"
Whilst explaining the situation to Adabra, Cackie attempts to smuggle a couple of slices of cake in to his pocket without anyone noticing. He's sure he would be allowed to do so if he just asked, but he was also acutely aware that crime is the secret ingredient to all of the best food.
Sleight of hand: 21
"Thank you for the cake Adabra, how generous! What my friend has advised is unfortunately true, we have been sent to warn you of that it is not safe out here, you must return to the village, pack only what you need and we can escort you back"
Adabra smiles kindly as you explain your reason for being here. "My dears, I have been here at Umbrage Hill for many years, it is where I'll meet my end - whether that be today or many years from now. But please don't be disheartened, return to Harbin Wester and tell him that I accept his warning; his conscience can be clear as to my safety. And for your troubles, here; please take this" she hands you a glass vial containing a thick red liquid; a potion of healing.
"If you would like any more then I have some for sale, just to cover my costs" (you can purchase additional potions of healing for 25gp each)
Nobody sees Cackie sneak some slices into his pockets; battenburg, carrot cake and a lovely lemon drizzle.
9 persuasion
Elfa tries to convince Adabara to come with the gang
Thunderfist began to reach for his new maul when he saw the woman handing over more magical crap as payment, but he stopped when he realised it was a healing potion: he classed this as useful magical crap.
Having no time for her sentimental ramblings about her windmill, Thunderfist tried his best to convince her to come with them in the only way he knew.
He slammed his fist down on a cream horn, sending cream flying across the room and barked "Enough! If you don't come with us right now you will be meeting your end faster than you can say Mayor Wester's gate"
Intimidation : 11
"Thank you for the potion. I don't carry much gold I'm afraid, however I can see you are a keen baker, I am too. I carry with me three of my finest bakes, a Battenburg, a carrot cake and best of all a lovely lemon drizzle. Perhaps I could tempt you to a trade of my cakes for one more potion. These are special cakes, the recipes have been perfected over thousands of years, I'm sure when you try them you will learn a thing or two for your own bakes"
Persuasion 7
Insight roll for Adabra: 15
The kindly midwife grins warmly at Elfa's appeal and relents "Well I do have some errands to run in town; I'll return with you for a few days and see if that sates Harbin's need to save everyone"
At Thunderfist's outburst she simply smiles patiently and puts a reassuring hand on his arm "It's OK, honestly big guy. Grab as much of the food as you can before we go, I think you deserve it" she follows up with a cheeky wink and stage-whispers "you're my favourite" conspiratorially.
As Cackie offers to trade her own cakes back to her, Adbara's eyebrows leap up in mock surprise "Oh my they look beautiful, you are so talented! OK then, that sounds like a good deal" and with another cheeky wink she hands you a second potion of healing. She boops him on the nose and sings sweetly "but you can keeeeeep the caaa-wo wo -waaaakkkkke"
And with that she drifts around the mill packing a few effects into a dainty satchel. After a couple of minutes she declares with a smile "OK I'm ready!"
"right lets go everyone! Diplomat, introduce yourself please before you take any cake" said Elfa
Elfa also gave Cackie the side glance as she noticed him deceiving this lovely lady!
Elfa turned to Thunderfist "could this be magic or could this be love? could this turn tragic, you know that magic often does"
Thunderfist felt unsettled as Adabra brushed off his attempt to scare her and somewhat taken aback by her kind words; this was not the reaction he was used to.
He froze as his mind darted between options: Smash the place up or take the cake, his hand quivering by his greataxe, stuck in an almost paradoxical conundrum.
Just as Thunderfist's whole body began to shake violently and he felt he was about to explode, Elfa began singing a van halen clan song, which snapped him out of it and he reached for the cakes and began to fill his pockets and bag with all that he could fit.
He looked at Elfa and replied
" Lemme get on, lemme get on, lemme get on some of that
Shake it up, bake it up nice, uh
Lemme get on, lemme get on, lemme get on all that
I so love my baby's poundcake "
Adabra claps excitedly at the impromptu performance by Elfa and Thunderfist. they have such an amazing chemistry, she thinks whimsically. Maybe, in another world and another time...
She snaps from her musings on multiverse theory and throws open the mill door. "Right, well I need more cake ingredients now! Come on, let's get back to town before that bloody manticore realises he's been had"
With that, the perky midwife leads you back to Phandalin. The town seems to have hardly changed since you left for this quest, almost two hours ago. Even the mayor's gate lies in ruins, not yet repaired for Thunderfist to take it out again. His options seem limited to fences, a parked cart full of veg and a stack of wooden crates that a man is arbitrarily stacking and re-stacking in adjacent piles.
(OOC: you've cleared this one so quickly that you can see Harbin for another mission straight away if you wish)
Elfa travels with Diplomat go go and see Harbin
Cackie stocks up on beer at the tavern, assuming the others will find a new quest for him to tag along in.
Lei-Tana follows the crowd to Harbin, anxious to receive the next mission, the outcome of the last one was too good to be true!
Harbin's door is just being remounted when you arrive, and the startled mayor shoos away the carpenter saying "Come back later, there's no point fixing it until he's gone! Ahh my friends, glad to, er, have you back so quickly! Adabra!!"
The mayor and midwife embrace like old friends before Adabra draws back to look at Harbin. "Well I didn't have much choice did I? Your comrades here were as persistent as they are charming" She gives you a knowing wink, directly away from Harbin so that he can't see it. "Well I best get into town and run my errands, then find some digs for the next few nights" and with that she is off, singing a song that carries on the breeze:
"Happy trails to you,
Until we meet again,
Happy trails to you,
Keep smiling on til then"
Harbin is still watching her as she leaves, a whimsical smile on his lips until she has disappeared from view. Finally he turns to you and says "Yes, amazing work, thank you. As promised, 25 gold pieces for you" (please add 6 gold, 2 silver and 5 copper pieces each to your character sheets)
"Now I know that you are capable of more than simple fetch-and-gather missions, I must ask you to take a slightly more risky path to help us" he says, face becoming more serious.
"Deep in Neverwinter Wood, along the river that flows west toward Neverwinter, is a logging camp. Every two months, Phandalin delivers fresh supplies to the camp, which is run by my half-brother, Tibor. Barthen, the local provisioner, has prepared a new delivery and needs someone to bear the supplies safely to the camp. If you can return to me with a notice of delivery signed by Tibor Wester, I will pay you a reward of 100 gold pieces. These supplies must get through, regardless of the danger posed by the journey. I would also appreciate news of Tibor's safety"
He looks at you silently, waiting for questions or, more likely, your departure.
What would you like us to deliver mayor???
We are all up for the task!
"Just a simple delivery of supplies. Barthen at Barthen's Provisions will have the wagon ready"
Ego still slightly bruised from earlier, Thunderfist reassured himself he was still bad by booting over the stack of wooden crates the man was stacking. He chuckled to himself as he walked past, leaving the man with his crates strewn across the road in splinters.
He listened to mayor waster prattle on about the new task he had in store for them.
"I hope you're brother isn't as much of an incompetent moron as you are" he replied, accepting this new quest from the mayor in his own unique way.
And with that he was ready to set off again.
Cackie was well settled in at the Stonehill Inn when the commotion started in the town square. He was deep into his third ale and regaling the staff and patrons with his acrobatics when the door flew open and Billy Tivvers, the idiot's son, stood there screaming "There's trouble! Come quick". Bar flies shook off their early morning buzz to follow Tivvers.
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The man stacking the crates flies into an apoplectic rage: "You moronic meathead! It took me ages to get those just right! If you think you're so scary why don't you fight something that can fight back?!"
Spittle sprays as he yells, eyes bulging and veins sticking out on his head. He rolls up his sleeves, ready to go "Come on then!!"
A small crowd has assembled, including a couple of the town's militia in chain mail, although their hands rest on their hilts as they seem happy to see how this pans out for now.