Adventures in Fellneral

"I'm here to kick ass and get paid big guy, as long as either is an option I'm not goin anywhere" Orin says hefting his large maul over onto his shoulder.

"Lets go find Aspherer"

"Of course" says Osborn answering the bugbear "A contract is a contract.  Apparently..."

He seems a little bitter as he mutters the last word, then remembers himself: "Oh, but I'm happy to be here with you guys!  This is quite a fun adventure, aside from the killing"

As two companions leave, you begin your march into the woods deep woods. Everyone can level up to level 4!

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As two companions leave, you begin your march into the woods deep woods. Everyone can level up to level 4!

 (Woot! Hit point roll: 3)

"Ah, yeah, not so much to be honest - makes me a little queasy" says Osborn. "I mean, everyone - or thing - I've killed today has kind of attacked me first.  The zombies I don't spare a tear for, but the living?  Hmmm..." 

He tails off, then squirms as if trying to ignore a whisper close in his ear.

"Truth be told, I could do with a little breather if that's OK?  Just get some distance from the cave and then rest up for a moment?  My, er, contributions can be more versatile once i have my breath back"

(Asking for a short rest if convenient, to recharge the spell slots & RP my leveling up)

Whilst creeping to the next destination, Stealth: 10 

Gromedark, you spot a bit of light from an outcropping in the woods, you notice that a a goliath is setting up camp there, and right now, it seems that another halfling has stumbled onto the scene Culuirl, Oberon, you may introduce your characters.

The goliath can be seen working on setting up a make-shift tent along the outcropping.  As he straightens, it can be seen that he is over 7-and-a-half feet tall and rather sturdy looking.  He is dressed in chain mail and padded leather, all colored a dark brown.  Around his neck is a necklace of carved bone and stone with the symbol of Basa in the center.  At his back he wears a warhammer. 

The light seems to be coming from a round metal shield that is resting on the ground. The shield is painted in various shades of blue-grey, a swirl of color reminiscent of a dark stormy sky. The light gently reflects off of the goliath's bald head.  HIs skin seems to be pale, slightly shaded toward blue.  His dark brown eyes reflect some of the light as well, as he starts to peer out into the darkness. 

Thinking he hears something, he slowly starts to retrieve the shield from the ground. "Hello?  Is someone there?" he asks in a deep voice.

Suddenly singing can be heard through the woods.
"There was a merry bard 
who always got the blame
for all disasters light and hard
Tom Tosskettle was his name, to-tom, Tom Tosskettle was his name."
And then the same merry tune on a flute.
Performance:18

A moment later a halfling with light brown hair, sporting a ponytail and sideburns, wearing an olive cloak over some kind of gaudy costume carrying a backpack and holding a flute stumbles into the outcropping. "Oh my, I´m so sorry but whatever happened I can assure you I had nothing to do with it. Tom Tosskettle, travelling minstrel at your service gentlemen." He finishes with a deep bow.

Ghathi looks down at the small man with a smile.  The shield now in his hand still seems to be emitting light. "I am Ghathi of the Kalukupine clan. A pleasure to meet you?"  He glances behind the man, half expecting him to have companions along with him. "A fine song you were playing there."

"Well thank you Ghathi of the Kalukupine clan..." Tom says to the goliath with another bow "...although if I knew I had an audience I would have sung another song I think." He adds with an embarrased smile. "Are those friends of yours?" He says a bit nervously as he notices the others approaching the outcropping.

Osborn stumbles into the clearing, clapping heartily: "That was magnificent, sir!  Bravo!  Oh, it had been too long since I heard good music"

The halfling stops just inside the clearing, hands on hips, dressed like an office clerk.  He looks Ghathi up and down and says, appreciatively, "My my, another biggun! It seems every folk I've met recently has been either little like me or big enough to blot out the sun.  Ah, manners!  I am Osborn Harweed at your service, and these..." he motions for his companions to come forward, "are Gromedark and Orin.  We're The Munchkin Squad! And we're very tired, if you could tolerate some company for a short break?"

As Tom asks about friends, Ghathi gets a confused look on his face.  He then turns, seeming a bit startled as Osborn comes into sight introducing himself.  He laughs softly. "You are all so polite. But Munchkin Squad...   you are not all bandits are you?  People back in town said Greiheild Woods was full of bandits..."  His voice then drops to almost a whisper, "... among other things." 

Seeming to collect himself, the goliath starts to nod. "Yea, I suppose really any company would be welcome. I was just trying to set up a camp."  He points to a ring of stones arranged on a bare patch of dirt, ready for a fire but lacking any fuel. "I've not really got any food though aside from rations, so I've not really got anything to offer for hospitality." 

"Well thank you Osborn. How nice to run into a fellow halfling in the middle of nowhere." Tom says with a wide smile, that quickly disappears as he notices the bugbear approaching.
"So you´re the Munchkin squad. Quite an intimidating name you got for your adventuring party." He says, still a bit wary of the bugbear.

"We´re in Greilheid Woods? No wonder I felt lost." Tom says and scratches his head as Ghathi finishes. "Would you mind terribly if i joined you for a while. Lost my way you see, literary, and I would like to tag along until we get out of this ominous place." He adds pleadingly. "I promise to make no trouble for you." He finishes, looking a tad bit guilty already.

The last of the group to enter the clearing is a small, even by Halfling standards, halfling. He is currently shirtless with scraggly long brown hair tied back in a loose ponytail. You also see he is holding a very large maul in both hands looking at the strangers they've found. 

Seeing that conversation is happening and not fighting he seems to relax, albeit in a disheartened kinda manner. 

Orin looks over the man dressed in funny clothes for only a second and immediately takes to looking the tall Goliath up and down.

After a few moments he chimes in "I'll come along Gromedark" He then hefts his maul over his shoulder and follows the bugbear into the woods. 

It takes a moment,  but Ghathi adds "Oh, I could help hunt.  Or should I get a fire going?"  He looks between the empty beginnings of a fire ring and the two setting off to hunt.

"You two can get a fire going?"  He looks at Tom and Osborn as he heads to follow the others in getting food.

"Umm, yes, start a fire, certainly Ghathi." Tom says and plays a short tune on his flute. Suddenly there is a small explosion and a cloud of  purple smoke, but then there´s a fire burning in the fire ring. "Oh my, sorry about that Osborn." Tom says with purple soot all over his face, which a moment later disappears after Tom plays another few notes on the flute.
"Did that bugbear just say there are undead in these woods?" Tom asks Osborn as he sits down by the fire and starts preparing some tea to his bisquits. "Tea?" He offers the other halfling a few moments later.

(bonfire/prestidigitation/wild magic)

Greiheild woods are temperate forests and have many animals of them, deer, wolfs, bears. With all three of your help, you get enough food to last a couple days.

As he returns tov the camp site with Gromedark and Orin, Ghathi is speaking with them. "You are both quite capable hunters.  We should certainly eat well." 

Seeing the fire he gives the others a smile. "And many thanks for the fire!"

Now that the fire lights the surroundings, he softly speaks a word and the light ceases from his shield.   He helps prepare the food and then finds a spot to sit on the ground.

"So what brings your Munchkins adventure group here into the forest?" he asks with curiosity.

Osborn tucks into the foraged food gratefully, mopping at his mouth with a handkerchief between mouthfulls.

"Mmmm-hmmm-mmmhh" he says appreciatively, then swallowing, "What a treat to have run onto such amiable company on the road!  We are on a contract to deliver a potion to a druid called Aspherer, he is at one of four possible locations.  Sadly we lost a couple of our team - they're not dead! - and could do with an extra couple of hands if you are looking for work?"

Ghathi eats slowly, but seems pleased at how much Osborn seems to enjoy the meal. "A job? I could probably use a job. You'd actually have me as a Munchkin? Though I guess I'd fit right in with Gromedark there!"

He thinks about it a moment.  "The job sounds simple enough.  But I guess with four places to look and the reputation of this forest, it could get dangerous."