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Olaerys is listening and considers this description of the sigil, to see if he's ever heard of it.
History : 5
Nooope. Not a clue.
To the guard outside locked up in a cage "You really had no idea what was going in there? Jeepers creepers! You must have knew, must have heard.. what should we do with you.... hmmm." Musing.
“We take him back to town. Let the him answer for the part he has played in all this.” Randall is seething after this ordeal and what he witnessed… but he can’t say with absolute certainty that this man knew what he was working for… so he keeps his anger in check.
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PC - Ethel - Human - Lvl 4 Necromancer - Undying Dragons * Serge Marshblade - Human - Lvl 5 Eldritch Knight - Hoard of the Dragon Queen
DM -(Homebrew) Heroes of Bardstown *Red Dead Annihilation: ToA *Where the Cold Winds Blow : DoIP * Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts: HotDQ * Red Wine, Black Rose: CoS * Greyhawk: Tides of War
Olaerys is listening and considers this description of the sigil, to see if he's ever heard of it.
History : 3
Nooope. Not a clue.
To the guard outside locked up in a cage "You really had no idea what was going in there? Jeepers creepers! You must have knew, must have heard.. what should we do with you.... hmmm." Musing.
"What was going on in there? I worked for Steve. He was the only one who went in, and, well, you killed Steve!"
Panga glowers, but nods, "It is best to make them answer to the authorities." Turning to Melchor, "You can ask him questions while we walk, but I think he truly is just a lackey." She looks at the man and says, "He doesn't appear to have enough wits to know much more." She moves towards the path and waits, while keeping an eye out.
"Right. Let's walk him back into town. Everyone good with that? You, numb nuts. Sit down on the floor of the cage, facing the back of the cage. Randall, give me a hand?" With Randall's help, Olaerys drags the bandit out and starts walking him back into town.
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A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
"Of course." Randall offers a helping hand to Olaerys.
Looking around to the others, "Did anyone grab that coinage from the rear of the cave? I'd rather not have to go back in there ever again."
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PC - Ethel - Human - Lvl 4 Necromancer - Undying Dragons * Serge Marshblade - Human - Lvl 5 Eldritch Knight - Hoard of the Dragon Queen
DM -(Homebrew) Heroes of Bardstown *Red Dead Annihilation: ToA *Where the Cold Winds Blow : DoIP * Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts: HotDQ * Red Wine, Black Rose: CoS * Greyhawk: Tides of War
As the group makes their way down the well-trodden road back to town, off in the distance you notice a lumbering giant walking down the road in your same direction. Curiously, about every ten yards on the road, you pass a stray package dropped on the ground, or a random letter fluttering away in the gentle breeze. How curious!
You quite easily catch up to the hulking beast as he appears to be taking his sweet time ambling down the road, whistling a strange but delightful tune quite loudly. Out of tune in a horrendous key, of course.
Slung over one shoulder is an enormous sack brimming with small wrapped packages and parcels of all shapes and sizes. Stuffed in between every nook and cranny of the bag is an enormous number of scrolls and letters, all carefully addressed. Without noticing, a gaping hole has appeared in the giant’s mail sack…the cause of all the stray packages and letters you noticed dropped asunder over the road over the last league.
As you approach the giant, you notice that the ground literally shakes as the beast makes his way down the road, oblivious to your approach.
Unlucky for you, you happen to be approaching the goliath from downwind. His malodorous scent makes your nose hairs curl, likely annoying those of more refined tastes (looking at you, elves).
In his empty hand is a giant stein, filled with a bubbling ale which he accidently sloshes around as he walks, spilling as much on the ground and his cloak as he manages to get into his mouth. He’s obviously drunk. But a happy, joyous, oblivious drunk!
Finally noticing you, only after having passed him, he calls out in a slurred voice “Good morn, friends! Shrek's my name. Deliverin's my game.” A simpleton, he's a beast of limited intellect, and a goliath of few spoken words. He prefers to let his intimidating presence do all the talking for him.
On a small leather badge hung around his neck, you can make out in childish lettered writing “United Parcels of the Swordcoast (UPS)”. You’ve obviously run into the local area’s mail carrier!
With the pinky finger on his mug-laden hand, he jambs it up his nose, rooting around for that special golden nugget he knows has to be in there, somewhere. “Sup, little ones?” he bellows out after successfully striking gold.
Shrek is a goliath barbarian of ill repute, but a gentle soul who is obviously a dullard momma’s boy. But a momma’s boy who towers over 7 feet tall and innumerable stones of weight. Here’s his official employee record on file in the local town’s Mayor’s office:
EMPLOYEE FILE: SHREK
Name: Shrek (assumed nickname...true name unknown)
Date: Mirtul, 1282 DR (Year of the Cold Soul)
Employee was arrested by and taken into custody by authorities in Westbridge. Stated he felt “pressured” and couldn’t “make time” to complete his daily mail route. He told authorities that he rented a public storage unit for 10 CP per month for “the sole purpose of storing mail” that he couldn’t deliver. The postal service employee began hiding mail in 1278 DR. Court records stated he put mail he was unable to deliver in the unit from that time, until he was ultimately discovered in 1280 DR and pleaded guilty in 1281 DR. Trying to defend himself, the employee told police that he actually did intend to deliver the mail inside the storage unit, but fell behind and was never able to. But he did note that he never destroyed any of the mail he hid. Agents from the United Parcels of the Swordcoast (UPS) Office of Inspector General reportedly found almost 5,000 pieces of mail in the storage unit. They discovered 328 pieces of first-class mail which included letters from royalty, the Department of Carriages and Buggies, several bank statements, and other tax return documents. Employee was placed under home arrest for a period of 6 months. Employee returned to the workplace in 1282 DR, and has an exemplary and clean record since returning.
"As it happens, we will be making a delivery ourselves. Delivering this bandit here to the stockade in Red Larch."
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PC - Ethel - Human - Lvl 4 Necromancer - Undying Dragons * Serge Marshblade - Human - Lvl 5 Eldritch Knight - Hoard of the Dragon Queen
DM -(Homebrew) Heroes of Bardstown *Red Dead Annihilation: ToA *Where the Cold Winds Blow : DoIP * Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts: HotDQ * Red Wine, Black Rose: CoS * Greyhawk: Tides of War
Shrek shrugs his shoulder, cracks a sly grin, and picks up the cage the bandit is locked away in, easily adding it to his unburdened lifting ability. “No problemo, boss. Jus’ tell me where it goes, and I’ll deliver it right proper for you’se.”
Melchor finishes checking he’s stored the money and gems from the caves in his pack, and then starts walking, slowly, back towards town, feeling the ache from the earlier exertions.
Having seen the various items strewn along the road, and the ungainly giant strewing them, he responds to Shrek’s greetings.
’I think, perhaps, you’ve sprung a leak in your sack…’ he indicates the letters and packets along the road ‘Shrek, was it…?’ he clarifies, filing the name away for future reference.
Olaerys feels obliged like Melchor to bend down and examine the mail that is being dropped, looking for anything valuable, anything that the mail-er would be upset if it wasn't received by the mail-ee. "Shrek. Your a big 'un! Where does your postal route begin, and where does it end? Where are you from? You would be a valuable addition to our merry crew...Olaerys is my name, welcome aboard!" He introduces everyone to Shrek and tells the tale of the cave, with many hand gestures, even illustrating the crawling claws scrabbling all over his body.
Shrek listens to Olaerys’ story with wrapt attention, but you can tell that the ‘lights are on upstairs, but no one is home…’. That is, until he gets to the crawling hands part of the story. Shrek clearly thinks you guys are circus performers or something, and let’s put a barrel laugh that echos through the hillsides.
Patting Olaerys’ on the shoulder with a little too much strength, he continues to giggle to the point of tears streaming down his giant gaunt face. “Shrek like Oh-larry!”
Turning, he addresses Melchor. “Name Shrek!” and then proceeds to root around his nose for another tasty nugget. Pulling a slimy patch out, he offers it to Melchor. “Hungry? Shrek have plenty for new friends.”
Finally noticing the gaping hole in his mail bag, he shrugs as if to say ‘oh well’, and continues on his marry way down the road with his new friends.
Shrek listens to Olaerys’ story with wrapt attention, but you can tell that the ‘lights are on upstairs, but no one is home…’. That is, until he gets to the crawling hands part of the story. Shrek clearly thinks you guys are circus performers or something, and let’s put a barrel laugh that echos through the hillsides.
Patting Olaerys’ on the shoulder with a little too much strength, he continues to giggle to the point of tears streaming down his giant gaunt face. “Shrek like Oh-larry!”
Turning, he addresses Melchor. “Name Shrek!” and then proceeds to root around his nose for another tasty nugget. Pulling a slimy patch out, he offers it to Melchor. “Hungry? Shrek have plenty for new friends.”
Finally noticing the gaping hole in his mail bag, he shrugs as if to say ‘oh well’, and continues on his marry way down the road with his new friends.
You get back to Red Larch uneventfully. As you stroll into town, it is late afternoon, the sun approaching the horizon. Harburk, the constable, sees you arrive back with the bandit in tow and raises an eyebrow.
"Back already? Randall, you know I respect you, but one bandit? You can't expect me to believe what Ive been hearing about was the work of one bandit. Who's the big smelly guy? Where's the leper you had with you?"
Randall sighs. “Aye. Not one bandit but four. And that just what we found outside the cave. Inside… inside was another matter entirely.”
As soberly as he can, Randall will relate their experience… the bandits outside of which this is the sole survivor… the undead… the traps… the madman behind it all.
”We survived by the skin of out teeth. And one of us didn’t at that.”
He glances at Shrek. “We met this fellow on the road. Says he’s with United Parcel of the Swordcoast. Some sort of courier.”
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PC - Ethel - Human - Lvl 4 Necromancer - Undying Dragons * Serge Marshblade - Human - Lvl 5 Eldritch Knight - Hoard of the Dragon Queen
DM -(Homebrew) Heroes of Bardstown *Red Dead Annihilation: ToA *Where the Cold Winds Blow : DoIP * Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts: HotDQ * Red Wine, Black Rose: CoS * Greyhawk: Tides of War
Olaerys pipes up, standing beside Randall, "Constable Harburk, you should have seen Randall and his bravery! Before we knew it, as we were formulating a plan, he stormed into the cave, running full speed and attacking four skeletons and a foul Necromancer! This was told to me after the fact, I was knocked out with some evil manner of creeping, crawling hands that the necromancer had spawned. But my oh my! The famed knight Leeeeroy Jenkins couldn't have done a finer job of storming this necromancer's cave. I have seen some bravery in my time on the City Watch of Waterdeep, but this man has some serious cojones." Olaerys claps his hand on the back of Randall and heads off toward the tavern for a stiff drink and some rest.
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Fr'reona Following the group she notices the big guy for a moment talking about being a mail carrier. She looks down at her feet then looks at the feet of the big one as she approaches him. She taps the side of his leg attempting to get his attention. Smiling she looks up at him.
"So from your land what type of dancing do they do?" she asks with curiosity as they walk off towards the tavern.
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Olaerys is listening and considers this description of the sigil, to see if he's ever heard of it.
History : 5
Nooope. Not a clue.
To the guard outside locked up in a cage "You really had no idea what was going in there? Jeepers creepers! You must have knew, must have heard.. what should we do with you.... hmmm." Musing.
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
“We take him back to town. Let the him answer for the part he has played in all this.” Randall is seething after this ordeal and what he witnessed… but he can’t say with absolute certainty that this man knew what he was working for… so he keeps his anger in check.
PC - Ethel - Human - Lvl 4 Necromancer - Undying Dragons * Serge Marshblade - Human - Lvl 5 Eldritch Knight - Hoard of the Dragon Queen
DM - (Homebrew) Heroes of Bardstown * Red Dead Annihilation: ToA * Where the Cold Winds Blow : DoIP * Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts: HotDQ * Red Wine, Black Rose: CoS * Greyhawk: Tides of War
You can't quite recall, but you know you've heard something about this before. Something related to old, long forgotten gods
"What was going on in there? I worked for Steve. He was the only one who went in, and, well, you killed Steve!"
“Yeah, sorry about that. You wouldn’t listen to me if you remember. You should’ve seen what we found inside, whooo boy!”
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Melchor makes a note of the runes for future research, before leaving the caves, whereupon he nods to Randall…
‘Taking him in for further questioning makes sense. There may be further information to be learnt from him…’
Panga glowers, but nods, "It is best to make them answer to the authorities." Turning to Melchor, "You can ask him questions while we walk, but I think he truly is just a lackey." She looks at the man and says, "He doesn't appear to have enough wits to know much more." She moves towards the path and waits, while keeping an eye out.
"Right. Let's walk him back into town. Everyone good with that? You, numb nuts. Sit down on the floor of the cage, facing the back of the cage. Randall, give me a hand?" With Randall's help, Olaerys drags the bandit out and starts walking him back into town.
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
"Of course." Randall offers a helping hand to Olaerys.
Looking around to the others, "Did anyone grab that coinage from the rear of the cave? I'd rather not have to go back in there ever again."
PC - Ethel - Human - Lvl 4 Necromancer - Undying Dragons * Serge Marshblade - Human - Lvl 5 Eldritch Knight - Hoard of the Dragon Queen
DM - (Homebrew) Heroes of Bardstown * Red Dead Annihilation: ToA * Where the Cold Winds Blow : DoIP * Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts: HotDQ * Red Wine, Black Rose: CoS * Greyhawk: Tides of War
As the group makes their way down the well-trodden road back to town, off in the distance you notice a lumbering giant walking down the road in your same direction. Curiously, about every ten yards on the road, you pass a stray package dropped on the ground, or a random letter fluttering away in the gentle breeze. How curious!
You quite easily catch up to the hulking beast as he appears to be taking his sweet time ambling down the road, whistling a strange but delightful tune quite loudly. Out of tune in a horrendous key, of course.
Slung over one shoulder is an enormous sack brimming with small wrapped packages and parcels of all shapes and sizes. Stuffed in between every nook and cranny of the bag is an enormous number of scrolls and letters, all carefully addressed. Without noticing, a gaping hole has appeared in the giant’s mail sack…the cause of all the stray packages and letters you noticed dropped asunder over the road over the last league.
As you approach the giant, you notice that the ground literally shakes as the beast makes his way down the road, oblivious to your approach.
Unlucky for you, you happen to be approaching the goliath from downwind. His malodorous scent makes your nose hairs curl, likely annoying those of more refined tastes (looking at you, elves).
In his empty hand is a giant stein, filled with a bubbling ale which he accidently sloshes around as he walks, spilling as much on the ground and his cloak as he manages to get into his mouth. He’s obviously drunk. But a happy, joyous, oblivious drunk!
Finally noticing you, only after having passed him, he calls out in a slurred voice “Good morn, friends! Shrek's my name. Deliverin's my game.” A simpleton, he's a beast of limited intellect, and a goliath of few spoken words. He prefers to let his intimidating presence do all the talking for him.
On a small leather badge hung around his neck, you can make out in childish lettered writing “United Parcels of the Swordcoast (UPS)”. You’ve obviously run into the local area’s mail carrier!
With the pinky finger on his mug-laden hand, he jambs it up his nose, rooting around for that special golden nugget he knows has to be in there, somewhere. “Sup, little ones?” he bellows out after successfully striking gold.
Shrek is a goliath barbarian of ill repute, but a gentle soul who is obviously a dullard momma’s boy. But a momma’s boy who towers over 7 feet tall and innumerable stones of weight. Here’s his official employee record on file in the local town’s Mayor’s office:
EMPLOYEE FILE: SHREK
Name: Shrek (assumed nickname...true name unknown)
Date: Mirtul, 1282 DR (Year of the Cold Soul)
Employee was arrested by and taken into custody by authorities in Westbridge. Stated he felt “pressured” and couldn’t “make time” to complete his daily mail route. He told authorities that he rented a public storage unit for 10 CP per month for “the sole purpose of storing mail” that he couldn’t deliver. The postal service employee began hiding mail in 1278 DR. Court records stated he put mail he was unable to deliver in the unit from that time, until he was ultimately discovered in 1280 DR and pleaded guilty in 1281 DR. Trying to defend himself, the employee told police that he actually did intend to deliver the mail inside the storage unit, but fell behind and was never able to. But he did note that he never destroyed any of the mail he hid. Agents from the United Parcels of the Swordcoast (UPS) Office of Inspector General reportedly found almost 5,000 pieces of mail in the storage unit. They discovered 328 pieces of first-class mail which included letters from royalty, the Department of Carriages and Buggies, several bank statements, and other tax return documents. Employee was placed under home arrest for a period of 6 months. Employee returned to the workplace in 1282 DR, and has an exemplary and clean record since returning.
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
Randall looks up and down the enormous postman.
"As it happens, we will be making a delivery ourselves. Delivering this bandit here to the stockade in Red Larch."
PC - Ethel - Human - Lvl 4 Necromancer - Undying Dragons * Serge Marshblade - Human - Lvl 5 Eldritch Knight - Hoard of the Dragon Queen
DM - (Homebrew) Heroes of Bardstown * Red Dead Annihilation: ToA * Where the Cold Winds Blow : DoIP * Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts: HotDQ * Red Wine, Black Rose: CoS * Greyhawk: Tides of War
Shrek shrugs his shoulder, cracks a sly grin, and picks up the cage the bandit is locked away in, easily adding it to his unburdened lifting ability. “No problemo, boss. Jus’ tell me where it goes, and I’ll deliver it right proper for you’se.”
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
Melchor finishes checking he’s stored the money and gems from the caves in his pack, and then starts walking, slowly, back towards town, feeling the ache from the earlier exertions.
Having seen the various items strewn along the road, and the ungainly giant strewing them, he responds to Shrek’s greetings.
’I think, perhaps, you’ve sprung a leak in your sack…’ he indicates the letters and packets along the road ‘Shrek, was it…?’ he clarifies, filing the name away for future reference.
Olaerys feels obliged like Melchor to bend down and examine the mail that is being dropped, looking for anything valuable, anything that the mail-er would be upset if it wasn't received by the mail-ee. "Shrek. Your a big 'un! Where does your postal route begin, and where does it end? Where are you from? You would be a valuable addition to our merry crew...Olaerys is my name, welcome aboard!" He introduces everyone to Shrek and tells the tale of the cave, with many hand gestures, even illustrating the crawling claws scrabbling all over his body.
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Shrek listens to Olaerys’ story with wrapt attention, but you can tell that the ‘lights are on upstairs, but no one is home…’. That is, until he gets to the crawling hands part of the story. Shrek clearly thinks you guys are circus performers or something, and let’s put a barrel laugh that echos through the hillsides.
Patting Olaerys’ on the shoulder with a little too much strength, he continues to giggle to the point of tears streaming down his giant gaunt face. “Shrek like Oh-larry!”
Turning, he addresses Melchor. “Name Shrek!” and then proceeds to root around his nose for another tasty nugget. Pulling a slimy patch out, he offers it to Melchor. “Hungry? Shrek have plenty for new friends.”
Finally noticing the gaping hole in his mail bag, he shrugs as if to say ‘oh well’, and continues on his marry way down the road with his new friends.
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
Shrek listens to Olaerys’ story with wrapt attention, but you can tell that the ‘lights are on upstairs, but no one is home…’. That is, until he gets to the crawling hands part of the story. Shrek clearly thinks you guys are circus performers or something, and let’s put a barrel laugh that echos through the hillsides.
Patting Olaerys’ on the shoulder with a little too much strength, he continues to giggle to the point of tears streaming down his giant gaunt face. “Shrek like Oh-larry!”
Turning, he addresses Melchor. “Name Shrek!” and then proceeds to root around his nose for another tasty nugget. Pulling a slimy patch out, he offers it to Melchor. “Hungry? Shrek have plenty for new friends.”
Finally noticing the gaping hole in his mail bag, he shrugs as if to say ‘oh well’, and continues on his marry way down the road with his new friends.
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
You get back to Red Larch uneventfully. As you stroll into town, it is late afternoon, the sun approaching the horizon. Harburk, the constable, sees you arrive back with the bandit in tow and raises an eyebrow.
"Back already? Randall, you know I respect you, but one bandit? You can't expect me to believe what Ive been hearing about was the work of one bandit. Who's the big smelly guy? Where's the leper you had with you?"
Randall sighs. “Aye. Not one bandit but four. And that just what we found outside the cave. Inside… inside was another matter entirely.”
As soberly as he can, Randall will relate their experience… the bandits outside of which this is the sole survivor… the undead… the traps… the madman behind it all.
”We survived by the skin of out teeth. And one of us didn’t at that.”
He glances at Shrek. “We met this fellow on the road. Says he’s with United Parcel of the Swordcoast. Some sort of courier.”
PC - Ethel - Human - Lvl 4 Necromancer - Undying Dragons * Serge Marshblade - Human - Lvl 5 Eldritch Knight - Hoard of the Dragon Queen
DM - (Homebrew) Heroes of Bardstown * Red Dead Annihilation: ToA * Where the Cold Winds Blow : DoIP * Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts: HotDQ * Red Wine, Black Rose: CoS * Greyhawk: Tides of War
Olaerys pipes up, standing beside Randall, "Constable Harburk, you should have seen Randall and his bravery! Before we knew it, as we were formulating a plan, he stormed into the cave, running full speed and attacking four skeletons and a foul Necromancer! This was told to me after the fact, I was knocked out with some evil manner of creeping, crawling hands that the necromancer had spawned. But my oh my! The famed knight Leeeeroy Jenkins couldn't have done a finer job of storming this necromancer's cave. I have seen some bravery in my time on the City Watch of Waterdeep, but this man has some serious cojones." Olaerys claps his hand on the back of Randall and heads off toward the tavern for a stiff drink and some rest.
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Fr'reona Following the group she notices the big guy for a moment talking about being a mail carrier. She looks down at her feet then looks at the feet of the big one as she approaches him. She taps the side of his leg attempting to get his attention. Smiling she looks up at him.
"So from your land what type of dancing do they do?" she asks with curiosity as they walk off towards the tavern.