"Unfortunately, Grishkar, the bridge and The Trollclaws are not on the same route. After we reach Dragonspear castle, our most direct route to Baldur's Gate takes us south-southwest through The Trollclaws. Going to Boreskyr Bridge would add several days to our travels." Kallandra sounds genuinely regretful.
Sighing, Ssej says, "I only ssuggested we leave the broken wagon behind ass we really have no need of it. Then we travel ssouth to Baldur'ss Gate ass currently we do not have the time for ssight sseeing disstractionss."
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
“I fear that I am too much of a burden for the horses, but I will gladly drive the other wagon”Yashin nods in thanks to Grishkar “I agree that moving on to Baldur’s Gate would be the best option, we can buy a new wagon, or other supplies, there if needed. We still have a race to win, and we don’t know the finish line or how fast our competition is moving.”
"It seems we've reached an accord, have we not? We'll abandon the broken, cannibalize what we can, and take my wagon instead to carry our burdens. I would insist on driving while my steed pulls, though. It can be...temperamental to those it's not familiar with." Grishkar stands and claps excitedly overlooking the rest. "If anyone else has a preference of plan, please speak before we make the wagon there increasingly more troublesome to transport."
((I think we have a concensus of ditch wagon and press on. Just wanted to be sure. I also know DragonDenn has some big IRL issues, so I wanted to keep the thread active without feeling like I'm pressuring for advancement.))
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Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Ssej will move around the horses pulling the broken wagon and remove them and the equipment they typically carry and toss the supplies into the back of the other wagon. Then he will tie the extra horses to the wagon in such a way that uf need be, the knots will come loose with a significant tug. Jumping back on his horse, "Think we are ready."
Brock orders pebbles to take off the good axle from the wagon and put in the back of the new wagon. "In case we run into this issue again," says Brock loading himself in the back.
"Excellent thinking!" Grishkar cheers from his seat, "Waste nothing! Use everything until it's ground to dust or a puddle."
((If that's not a Necromancer's life philosphy, I don't know what is lol)
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Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Yashin throws his pack in the back of the wagon and climbs in right beside it, cramming his large frame in between the other gear and riders. “I am willing to help drive if needed, but I respect your wishes” he tells Grishkar “your horse does look like he could be a little hard on outsiders. Interesting beast, where did you find him?”
By the time you have gotten everything situated it is late, and past time to be making camp yourself. Not wishing to stay too close to the remains of the other wagon, you move onward another hour, into the dark of night. After that hour though you stop and set up camp. You are undisturbed that night, though you expect an attack, or something at least, from those you believe sabotaged your wagon. Nothing happens though.
The next several days sees you moving down the trade way, skirting te Misty forest. You travel for several days, eventually getting close to Dragonspear castle. The edifice looms a bit off of the road, a darkness around it that is in no way natural. Shortly after passing the castle you reach the intersection. You can continue along this road, and to Boareskyr Bridge, or you can go SW through the trollclaws and the Fields of the Dead - the more direct route to Baldur's Gate.
Yashin throws his pack in the back of the wagon and climbs in right beside it, cramming his large frame in between the other gear and riders. “I am willing to help drive if needed, but I respect your wishes” he tells Grishkar “your horse does look like he could be a little hard on outsiders. Interesting beast, where did you find him?”
"Funny story in that," Grishkar turns in his seat as his companions hobble their way back. "A man once came to my home - mind you, I live in seclusion as I prefer the privacy of my own business - and he said he'd been injured by bandits on the road. The man was riding a horse and both looked near death. I took the man in, and he gave me his story. Partway through, however, another banging at my door arose. This time, four gilded men stood before me demanding the life of a notorious outlaw. I was now at an impasse: Was I harboring a fugitive, or were these bandits in disguise? What was I to do."
"Well, as I pondered it over, my manservant came to inform me the injured one had attacked him. This swept the new men into a frenzy and they barged into my home, ransacking until they found their prey. When a man's life and property is threatened, there is no recourse but to defend. I am not without power, so I struck down the intruders. As it turns out, the injured man was attempting to steal a precious commodity of mine when my servant came upon him. I found the man and dealt with him as well. In the end, I was left with the burden of digging graves and an injured horse. Well, the horse died soon after as well, and I don't believe in waste." Grishkar leaves the abrupt end hanging in the air.
((OOC: Adventurers tried to dupe a seemingly eccentric hermit and steal his stuff. Never underestimate the hermit in the woods ;) ))
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Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
"An interesting story, Grishkar. Indeed, we should avoid waste when possible," Kallandra remarks, having enjoyed the tale. "Now we have to decide which route will waste the least time, the direct path across the Trollclaws where I feel certain we will be attacked, if not there then somewhere along that route. Or the longer route across the bridge. We might still be attacked that way but it's less likely." She pauses, tilting her head in thought, then, "I say take the direct route. The chance of attack exists both ways, though more likely the Trollclaw way, and that route will save us many days."
"While I'm never one to deny the thrill of adventure, I would lean toward Boareskyr Bridge. It has a spiritual meaning for me and is a site I enjoy visiting to meditate."
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Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
"While I'm never one to deny the thrill of adventure, I would lean toward Boareskyr Bridge. It has a spiritual meaning for me and is a site I enjoy visiting to meditate."
"I appreciate that but it is 4 or 5 days more travel and contrary to your belief, time is of the essence," Kallandra responds, not bothering to hide the irritation.
The haggard man splits an unsettling smile and chuckles, "My dear, why ask the question if you don't want the answer?"
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Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Yashin laughs “I guess she wanted to give you a choice, but you chose the wrong one. In any case, she is right. We are in a race and time is short. My god for one does not tolerate failure or disobedience. Let’s make for the direct route."
Ssej sighs, "Undead one, if you want/need to sstop by thiss place, none of uss will sstop you. However if you are here for the ssame reasson we are here, I believe our desstination to the ssouth is much more important. Sshall we all continue our path to the ssouth."
"By all means," Grishkar beams, "I am a humble servant in this world, and I do not aim to fail in my tasks. I was only answering truthfully. Would you not want such?" His last question drips with sarcastic bait, but his demeanor seems entirely bored with the subject.
"On to more immediate concerns, then. If we are to sleep afield, then why not be mildly comfortable? Shall I prepare a place of relative security and comfort?"
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Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
"Unfortunately, Grishkar, the bridge and The Trollclaws are not on the same route. After we reach Dragonspear castle, our most direct route to Baldur's Gate takes us south-southwest through The Trollclaws. Going to Boreskyr Bridge would add several days to our travels." Kallandra sounds genuinely regretful.
Tandor the White, Human Life Cleric
Sighing, Ssej says, "I only ssuggested we leave the broken wagon behind ass we really have no need of it. Then we travel ssouth to Baldur'ss Gate ass currently we do not have the time for ssight sseeing disstractionss."
"A detour wouldn't hurt us." Grishkar gives a dismissive shrug, "Who knows? We may even receive a sort of divine boon for it."
((Poor geography on my part, didn't see Boareskyr Bridge was an actual landmark.))
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
“I fear that I am too much of a burden for the horses, but I will gladly drive the other wagon” Yashin nods in thanks to Grishkar “I agree that moving on to Baldur’s Gate would be the best option, we can buy a new wagon, or other supplies, there if needed. We still have a race to win, and we don’t know the finish line or how fast our competition is moving.”
"It seems we've reached an accord, have we not? We'll abandon the broken, cannibalize what we can, and take my wagon instead to carry our burdens. I would insist on driving while my steed pulls, though. It can be...temperamental to those it's not familiar with." Grishkar stands and claps excitedly overlooking the rest. "If anyone else has a preference of plan, please speak before we make the wagon there increasingly more troublesome to transport."
((I think we have a concensus of ditch wagon and press on. Just wanted to be sure. I also know DragonDenn has some big IRL issues, so I wanted to keep the thread active without feeling like I'm pressuring for advancement.))
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Ssej will move around the horses pulling the broken wagon and remove them and the equipment they typically carry and toss the supplies into the back of the other wagon. Then he will tie the extra horses to the wagon in such a way that uf need be, the knots will come loose with a significant tug. Jumping back on his horse, "Think we are ready."
Brock orders pebbles to take off the good axle from the wagon and put in the back of the new wagon. "In case we run into this issue again," says Brock loading himself in the back.
Dormark Calling of Strahd (warforged cleric) 4
"Excellent thinking!" Grishkar cheers from his seat, "Waste nothing! Use everything until it's ground to dust or a puddle."
((If that's not a Necromancer's life philosphy, I don't know what is lol)
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Yashin throws his pack in the back of the wagon and climbs in right beside it, cramming his large frame in between the other gear and riders. “I am willing to help drive if needed, but I respect your wishes” he tells Grishkar “your horse does look like he could be a little hard on outsiders. Interesting beast, where did you find him?”
(Short update for now...)
By the time you have gotten everything situated it is late, and past time to be making camp yourself. Not wishing to stay too close to the remains of the other wagon, you move onward another hour, into the dark of night. After that hour though you stop and set up camp. You are undisturbed that night, though you expect an attack, or something at least, from those you believe sabotaged your wagon. Nothing happens though.
The next several days sees you moving down the trade way, skirting te Misty forest. You travel for several days, eventually getting close to Dragonspear castle. The edifice looms a bit off of the road, a darkness around it that is in no way natural. Shortly after passing the castle you reach the intersection. You can continue along this road, and to Boareskyr Bridge, or you can go SW through the trollclaws and the Fields of the Dead - the more direct route to Baldur's Gate.
"Funny story in that," Grishkar turns in his seat as his companions hobble their way back. "A man once came to my home - mind you, I live in seclusion as I prefer the privacy of my own business - and he said he'd been injured by bandits on the road. The man was riding a horse and both looked near death. I took the man in, and he gave me his story. Partway through, however, another banging at my door arose. This time, four gilded men stood before me demanding the life of a notorious outlaw. I was now at an impasse: Was I harboring a fugitive, or were these bandits in disguise? What was I to do."
"Well, as I pondered it over, my manservant came to inform me the injured one had attacked him. This swept the new men into a frenzy and they barged into my home, ransacking until they found their prey. When a man's life and property is threatened, there is no recourse but to defend. I am not without power, so I struck down the intruders. As it turns out, the injured man was attempting to steal a precious commodity of mine when my servant came upon him. I found the man and dealt with him as well. In the end, I was left with the burden of digging graves and an injured horse. Well, the horse died soon after as well, and I don't believe in waste." Grishkar leaves the abrupt end hanging in the air.
((OOC: Adventurers tried to dupe a seemingly eccentric hermit and steal his stuff. Never underestimate the hermit in the woods ;) ))
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
"An interesting story, Grishkar. Indeed, we should avoid waste when possible," Kallandra remarks, having enjoyed the tale. "Now we have to decide which route will waste the least time, the direct path across the Trollclaws where I feel certain we will be attacked, if not there then somewhere along that route. Or the longer route across the bridge. We might still be attacked that way but it's less likely." She pauses, tilting her head in thought, then, "I say take the direct route. The chance of attack exists both ways, though more likely the Trollclaw way, and that route will save us many days."
Tandor the White, Human Life Cleric
"While I'm never one to deny the thrill of adventure, I would lean toward Boareskyr Bridge. It has a spiritual meaning for me and is a site I enjoy visiting to meditate."
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
"I appreciate that but it is 4 or 5 days more travel and contrary to your belief, time is of the essence," Kallandra responds, not bothering to hide the irritation.
Tandor the White, Human Life Cleric
The haggard man splits an unsettling smile and chuckles, "My dear, why ask the question if you don't want the answer?"
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Kallandra is profoundly unaffected by the smile and smiles back. "Oh, I wanted your answer, just don't like it,"
Tandor the White, Human Life Cleric
Yashin laughs “I guess she wanted to give you a choice, but you chose the wrong one. In any case, she is right. We are in a race and time is short. My god for one does not tolerate failure or disobedience. Let’s make for the direct route."
Ssej sighs, "Undead one, if you want/need to sstop by thiss place, none of uss will sstop you. However if you are here for the ssame reasson we are here, I believe our desstination to the ssouth is much more important. Sshall we all continue our path to the ssouth."
"By all means," Grishkar beams, "I am a humble servant in this world, and I do not aim to fail in my tasks. I was only answering truthfully. Would you not want such?" His last question drips with sarcastic bait, but his demeanor seems entirely bored with the subject.
"On to more immediate concerns, then. If we are to sleep afield, then why not be mildly comfortable? Shall I prepare a place of relative security and comfort?"
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
(OOC: likely will be Monday before I update. Again, sorry for the wait, but the funeral is this Friday, and we have lots to do to get ready.)