"Oh, and Ink, did you hang onto that strange statuette? It seems a strange thing for goblins to have. Someone in town might know be able to tell us something about. Might be a clue to Gundren's whereabouts. Or at the very least, we could perhaps sell it for coin so we can rest up and restock. I don't know about you, but I didn't come to this job particularly flush with coin."
As you make your way down the slope, the wolves begin to pick up their growling again, barking and pulling at their chains as they hear you coming down from the rocks falling into the stream. It's a bit slippery with all the loose pebbles, but you make your way down carefully and without issue.
Nearing the front of the cave, the wolves are barking in your ears to your left and you feel the outside air as a gust of wind greets you at the tunnel entryway. It seems like it has been much longer, but the sun from the day still clings to the sky in brilliant orange and red hues as it nears the end of daylight.
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"Hold up a minute," Crom says, and he sets down his rope and runs back up the slope to grab some of the goblins' scraps. Making his way down to the wolf room again, he slowly and deliberately tosses a handful of scraps towards the wolves to see if he can calm them down, while examining the locking mechanism keeping them chained up to figure out how the goblins may have gone about securing and releasing the wolves without coming within biting reach. "Just seems wrong to leave these beasts here to starve. You know?" He quickly tosses two more handfuls so the wolves don't have to fight each other over the scraps
Crom approaches slowly, holding out more scraps, trying to gauge if they will let him get close enough to release them. He starts speaking in a low, clam, firm voice to reassure them. "There there, eat up. I'm not here to hurt you, just to let you free. There's plenty more to eat further in the cavern, as long as you've a taste for goblin and bugbear."
"Any objections to me setting them free?"Crom calls to Calantha and Ink. "Now that they're fed, they seem docile enough And with the scent of blood coming from the cave, they seem unlikely to take any further interest in us. They are blameless in the goblin's crimes, but if we leave them, I fear they'll rot." While he awaits a response, he tries to ascertain how to get their collars off.
Crom carefully approaches the first wolf. Keeping low, with his palms downturned, he tosses another handful of food and reaches for the latch to undo it.
Ink offers Crom whatever help he can in pulling the litter out of the cave and to the hidden cart. "Being concerned about the oxen seems silly in light of what has happened to Mal and Ragnarok,"he thinks aloud.
You make your way back to the cart, wary of any dangers and on edge from your experience in this cave.
The already dim path through the forest darkens rapidly as the last light of the day fades. Keeping a sharp eye out, nothing seems out of the ordinary as you make your way back to the cart and the main road.
You have no problem finding the cart where you left it, and you find the oxen resting peacefully where they have likely clear-cut a section of the woods with their grazing.
Owls, distant wolves, and bugs fill the night air with their sounds.
Crom gets to work loading the bodies and Sildar on to the wagon, placing a couple of crates on the side of the road to make room. He arranges a few sacs to make a slightly less uncomfortable surface for Sildar to lie upon.
"I expect we're all a bit tired to be walkin' all the way to town. If we squeeze, we might be able to fit the three of us up front, or maybe one of us could ride in the back and keep an eye on Sildar."He pauses a moment before looking awkwardly but meaningfully at Ink, the smallest of them.
As the group continues along the road, Crom takes a look at the map. "I'm not too familiar with this exact area, but it looks to me like we've still some hours to go and we've already lost the sun. Either we push on, or we'll have to set up camp."Crom is beginning to slouch to the side a bit in his seat, the physical toll of the day beginning to catch up with him as he holds his injured side.
"Ink, how's Sildar looking?"
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"Indeed, I did, Crom," replies Ink.
"Great. Well then let's be off," Crom says as hangs Ragnarok's necklace around his own neck and starts pulling the litter towards the rocky slope.
As you make your way down the slope, the wolves begin to pick up their growling again, barking and pulling at their chains as they hear you coming down from the rocks falling into the stream. It's a bit slippery with all the loose pebbles, but you make your way down carefully and without issue.
Nearing the front of the cave, the wolves are barking in your ears to your left and you feel the outside air as a gust of wind greets you at the tunnel entryway. It seems like it has been much longer, but the sun from the day still clings to the sky in brilliant orange and red hues as it nears the end of daylight.
"Hold up a minute," Crom says, and he sets down his rope and runs back up the slope to grab some of the goblins' scraps. Making his way down to the wolf room again, he slowly and deliberately tosses a handful of scraps towards the wolves to see if he can calm them down, while examining the locking mechanism keeping them chained up to figure out how the goblins may have gone about securing and releasing the wolves without coming within biting reach. "Just seems wrong to leave these beasts here to starve. You know?" He quickly tosses two more handfuls so the wolves don't have to fight each other over the scraps
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The wolves jump on the food with vigor and happily eat it up.
Crom approaches slowly, holding out more scraps, trying to gauge if they will let him get close enough to release them. He starts speaking in a low, clam, firm voice to reassure them. "There there, eat up. I'm not here to hurt you, just to let you free. There's plenty more to eat further in the cavern, as long as you've a taste for goblin and bugbear."
They glance up from their snacks, but don't seem to have any aggression or agitation.
"Any objections to me setting them free?" Crom calls to Calantha and Ink. "Now that they're fed, they seem docile enough And with the scent of blood coming from the cave, they seem unlikely to take any further interest in us. They are blameless in the goblin's crimes, but if we leave them, I fear they'll rot." While he awaits a response, he tries to ascertain how to get their collars off.
It appears to be simple enough latches.
Calantha shakes her head. "Please set them free. They deserve a chance at least."
"Logic will get you from A to B. Imagination will take you everywhere." ~ Albert Einstein
Pronouns: She / Her
Characters: Bryony Alderleaf (Phandelver and Below) ♦ Gareth Blackwood (Dragon of Icespire Peak)
DM: Baldur's Gate: Descent Into Avernus & Phandalin Adventures
Crom carefully approaches the first wolf. Keeping low, with his palms downturned, he tosses another handful of food and reaches for the latch to undo it.
You have no problem freeing them, and they are distracted for a few moments eating their snacks.
As you walk back towards the entrance of the cave, you hear them shaking and licking at their necks where the collars were.
"We should return to the cart and then continue to Phandalin," says Calantha. "Hopefully no one found the cart while we were in the cave."
She takes the lead again, keeping an eye out for danger, as Crom is busy pulling the litter.
"Logic will get you from A to B. Imagination will take you everywhere." ~ Albert Einstein
Pronouns: She / Her
Characters: Bryony Alderleaf (Phandelver and Below) ♦ Gareth Blackwood (Dragon of Icespire Peak)
DM: Baldur's Gate: Descent Into Avernus & Phandalin Adventures
Crom follows along behind, towing his load and likewise keeping alert.
Perception: 15
Ink offers Crom whatever help he can in pulling the litter out of the cave and to the hidden cart. "Being concerned about the oxen seems silly in light of what has happened to Mal and Ragnarok," he thinks aloud.
Perception - 17
"Logic will get you from A to B. Imagination will take you everywhere." ~ Albert Einstein
Pronouns: She / Her
Characters: Bryony Alderleaf (Phandelver and Below) ♦ Gareth Blackwood (Dragon of Icespire Peak)
DM: Baldur's Gate: Descent Into Avernus & Phandalin Adventures
You make your way back to the cart, wary of any dangers and on edge from your experience in this cave.
The already dim path through the forest darkens rapidly as the last light of the day fades. Keeping a sharp eye out, nothing seems out of the ordinary as you make your way back to the cart and the main road.
You have no problem finding the cart where you left it, and you find the oxen resting peacefully where they have likely clear-cut a section of the woods with their grazing.
Owls, distant wolves, and bugs fill the night air with their sounds.
Crom gets to work loading the bodies and Sildar on to the wagon, placing a couple of crates on the side of the road to make room. He arranges a few sacs to make a slightly less uncomfortable surface for Sildar to lie upon.
"I expect we're all a bit tired to be walkin' all the way to town. If we squeeze, we might be able to fit the three of us up front, or maybe one of us could ride in the back and keep an eye on Sildar." He pauses a moment before looking awkwardly but meaningfully at Ink, the smallest of them.
Ink nods. "I'll watch over the cargo."
He then gives pats each ox on the head before he hops into the back of the wagon where he lets Master Po snoop about freely.
As the group continues along the road, Crom takes a look at the map. "I'm not too familiar with this exact area, but it looks to me like we've still some hours to go and we've already lost the sun. Either we push on, or we'll have to set up camp." Crom is beginning to slouch to the side a bit in his seat, the physical toll of the day beginning to catch up with him as he holds his injured side.
"Ink, how's Sildar looking?"