Ky will dump out as much of the materials she can live without from her bag, like her extra clothes (worn anywhay...  I can get new clothes, food... I will drop one side pouch of arrows...) and fill her bag with as much gold and platinum as possible, ignoring the silver and copper. She will also make an investigation check while quickly "rage looting" lol.

19

Yay... 19... tell me I find something good. "No... no of course Flint you are right" she tells down. "I am making sure there are no others worth killing up here. Get the prisoner out of here and see if there is anything we can do to help this Thundertree out... as long as it takes... to help."

While you are "rage looting" (lol) I will say you can keep loading your haversack until it is full, depending on how long the group keeps the Spectator distracted.

With a 19, you do notice a strange sight. You notice 2 rolled up pieces of parchment similar to the one you bought for Ennis when he enchanted your armor. You also notice a burlap sack, but it looks to be woven from silver, and it has ruins on it. It looks to be empty.

If you had more time there may be other items, and there are other sacks and such if you wanted to fill up more coin or go through them. It all depends on the rest of the group.

The Spectator looks to the group trying up the prisoner...18

 With a 4 the eyes from the back of its head seem to look inward on the eyes in front. "I know that... no I know. I dont care about that. They cleared out the infestation ... I know you are right... but now its ours again... this tower? It matters... no you are right... not as much as below... it's still his though... we should get rid of them... but we need more thrawls... "

He continues this way for the next 20 seconds or so... what do you do in that time?

Cyrnair will survey the pile of coins and things with a couple of flyby and he descends near any object that could catch his eye. He is mainly looking for any clue that could help him understand the couatl mistery, but if something catches his eye he will take a look. 

“ We should take this back to the villagers that were robbed “ he says to Ky´lera as he sees her taking the coin. He produces the coin purse and starts putting platinum and gold on it “ but I do not know how we are going to transport it back, specially with that creature around here who doesn’t like visitors. And we need some funds to finish the manor, so the coins will go to the village after all. “ 

If Caradoc or Gelin appear he will throw to them the coin purse and will take some sacs if he recognizes any mark that they belong to the caravan that was recently attacked. 

“ They need these supplies back in town “ 

(Investigation 8 )

"Well, that takes care of that." Gelin says sheathing his axe. "Appreciate yer assistance, glad we could help yeh clear the blight from yer master's realm" He mentions to the Spectator.

Gelin will take whatever loot is handed to him, still listening to the creature ramble. As it goes upstairs he states to anyone remaining in earshot, "He's certainly not still all together, sounds like he might try to make us thralls, let's take what we can and get out. I'll set up a magical shelter on the outskirts. That should protect us while we heal up."

"I agree" says the paladin as he tosses the magical coin purse to Gelin " we have a lot to discuss "

Ky grabs the scrolls while stuffing her bag to the point of not being able to hold any more. She is able to discern for the most part its general value, but in her hurry she does grab silver and copper as well. Cyrnair also quickly grabs as much as he can of the coin, and Ky tosses him the silver rune covered bag.

I will say for the roughly 1 minute you will have to hold the bags open and shovel in 86 PP, 211 GP, 600 SP, and being discerning with your shoveling, 86 CP. You also grab the bag and the scrolls.

12

With a 12 (you guys get lucky again), the Spectator turns to the group. "yes yes, very well... I know i know... We should use them... but they did kill the dragon... I know! Very well..." Turning to the group it says, "If you leave now, I will allow you to keep this Dragonborn child, and do with him as you will. I will allow you to leave now, but do not test my patience."

The creature begins to float down the hatch to the tunnels. "I will be watching you though!" As he floats down, the Drakes and Dragonborn under his thrall continue to watch you. The eyestalks start to glow with the same kind of energy that you saw from the Spectator before he fired rays at the enemies.

"Ennis... if you please... could you run upstairs, check things out with your fancy spectacles, and bring Ky and Gelin back as quickly as possible? Our hosts are getting less hospitable by the moment!" Caradoc helps get the gagged and bound dragonborn situated on Flint's shoulders before ducking outside and looking for stragglers or ambushers.

Perception: 18

     Flint hoist the dragonborn upon his shoulders. "Let's go," he shouts to the other up above and begins to head toward the door, not wanting to test the patients of the abberation. 

"Aye let's move quickly." Gelin follows caradoc out looking for a likely place to set up camp.

OOC: for brevity sake, I will say you all quickly make your way out of the village proper of Thundertree without issue. The Minion Guard Drakes and Dragonborn follow you to the limits of the village and the stalk eye continue to watch you as you progress outward.

Though it feels like you went through the ringer, it's actually only been about an hour since all the chaos broke loose.

Traveling about 30 minutes out, you get to the edge of the woods to where the trees start to thin out a hit and Gelin throws up his small hut for all of you to rest. What would you like to do now?

I will say if you want to take a full rest, go ahead and do so. The RP portion of this will not nessisarily count against this if you wish.

At Caradoc's suggestion that Ennis go up and have a look around while retrieving the others, Ennis shakes his head firmly before glancing casually at the Spectator.

"I think our host would rather not have too many of us venture upstairs out of his sight.  I'll use a spell to urge them back down."

He then use multiple castings of Message to speak approximately the same message to each of the others that ventured upstairs.

"Our friend's patience is running thin.  Take what you have now and let's leave.  We can return to search more later."

Before he finishes his castings, he gives a final message to Caradoc so the spectator can't hear him.

"Don't worry.  We WILL be back if I have any say.  If spectator asks why I'm pointing at you, I'm telling you others are informed."

After the party leaves, Ennis remains quiet and thoughtful.  When they find a place to stop and rest, he watches as Gelin begins to ritual cast his spell and recognizes it as one of his own.  Before Gelin gets too far along in his casting, Ennis stops him with a question.

"Master Gelin, I do believe you and I are both capable of casting this spell.  Would you be interested in trying to entwine our two castings?  If my theory is correct, we might be able to produce a larger force-structure that way, one which would be more comfortable for all of us to rest in."

After all is settle down, Cyrnair enters the hut the last one for he was making sure that the mounts were safe and sound. 

He looks at Gelin, Flint, Ennis and Caradoc and smiles back to them. 

"I guess that he is secure " he says pointing to their prisioner. He then starts to undon his armor, checking the different wounds and bites that pierces his body. After checking that nothing was seriously broken he sits down, streching his left leg, the most bitten one, and cleaning the wounds with the water of his canteen. 

" As I said that was a hell of a fight. And despite his weird behaviour, that creature truly helped us. Maybe he was only trying to help himself, but he gave us the air we needed in that fight. This one was a close one though, but by my sword that if I ever seen a clever and astute display of magic power it was today Gelin. That was incredible. If I had your talent I would write a song to that " he smiles to his dwarf friend. "Be sure to compose some verses about it... " 

he turns to Ky

"Sorry that one got away and came close to you. I was relief seeing that you are almost as good with your sword than with your bow. You are good at killing, that's for sure, but if you want to stay with us, and to integrate in Grundens Calling you need to make a great effort and change what you've been taught. Or what you are used to, I don't care. We do not kill unless necessary. We must be better than them " he moves his head towards the dragonborn "That's how we really win. That's how we set apart from murderers and monsters. We weren't fighting for killing them or the loot, we were protecting the innocent people that lives at the twon, and in the nearby area. We are not only their protectors, but the example they look upon to measure their behaviour. That's why it's so important that we keep ourselves apart from that scum. Do you understand what I mean?"

His tone is calm, soft and conciliator. His body language tells the others that he is tired, as if all the tension and the wounds had starting to take its toll on him, but his eyes are still bright when he looks at the elf waiting for an answer.

Caradoc hangs close to Ennis as the group travels. "Hey - I'm glad we had this opportunity to make up for our rough meeting. Your abilities, and more importantly your courage and quick-wittedness, kept us alive in there. I hope we can be friends. I'm not as smart as you, for sure, but I won't forget what you did for us all today."

Ennis smiles back when Caradoc addresses him.

"I'm glad to be able to make up as well.  Again I apologize for our rough meeting.  I'm not normally like that."

He pauses for a moment as they continue to trudge onward, looking thoughtful as he adjusts his glasses.

"You handled yourself admirably today as well," he finally continues with another smile at Caradoc.  "Your skill with the blade is impressive, and for all that you say you're not that smart, your tactics and awareness of the battlefield were quite sound. I'm glad to know that Morgan has had someone so capable watching out for her, and I'm more than happy to be working with you now."

Ky looks to the Paladin calmly in return. "I am not here to make friends, or to live within civilization." Looking to Flint as if for permission, she nods slightly. "We are also not here to save this Gundren's Landing either. Our scope is much larger then that."

Digging through her bag, she tosses Ennis the 2 scrolls, as well as the Silver bag. "Can you identify that for me?"

Dumping out the coins they gathered on the floor, she divides them all up so there are 6 piles of the equivalent of 188 GP. She tosses the Copper and the 3 extra gold worth of silver over to the rest of the group. "I came along because I HATE Dragons, and I needed information on the Planar rifts in the area. The only reason we came this far south to begin with is to bring Ennis this far. Now that we have what we need, Flint and I can be moving on."

Realizing she is being brisk again, she says, "I hear what you are saying however. I have been in the wilds a long time. Let me ask you a question... all of you a question really... Flint to for that matter, since why we are here is in direct conflict with what the Dawnfather's Champion is saying."

Taking a deep breath, she says, "Had we not been extremely fortunate in the way things worked out, we would all have been dead. Had a single person raised an alarm before we were safely within the keep, we would have all been dead... And then what would have happened to all of the lives you hold dear? These men are fanatics. Had you taken them to Neverwinter for punishment, they would have been hung or beheaded before the day was out. When you find a sick dog in the woods, you put an arrow through its brain and end its suffering. These men are sick... The death I gave him was better then he deserved and cleaner then what your civilizations would have given him."

Looking back at the Paladin, she asks, "More importantly, had we fallen today, who would protect those that you hold so dear? Do you scorn the executioner in Neverwinter or Water's Deep? He is doing his duty. What about your Dawnfather. He brings justice down on those that do ill deeds does he not. I did not murder a whelping pup, or even someone that was morally grey. He was a bandit. The same bandits that killed some of the Caravan drivers we came with earlier this week."

Ennis adjusts his glasses as he gives Ky a quizzical look, then gives the same look to Cyrnair.

"Social grace isn't exactly a strong suit for either of you, is it?"

"Fortunate?" Caradoc drawls. "Fortunate, she calls it, that Cyrnair and I put our bodies between her and a wall of zealots. Fortune favors the bold, I guess."

Under his breath, he continues, "Or the brazen. Enjoy your treasure, Oh Great Wanderer of the Wilds. I'll rest outside... The size of your heads - Yes... yours AND his - makes it too crowded in here."

Before making it outside, he pivots on his heel and retorts, "The one you murdered was no fanatic - you saw them run away as soon as they could. 'Twas a bandit scrabbling to make their way in a world where fancy highborns like you hoard all the wealth" - he gestures at the pile of treasure in front of the ranger and the silver bag she's already claimed for herself - "all the resources, all the opportunities - and hand them out piecemeal to them what are craven enough to lick your ancient boots, stained with the blood of those you tread upon in order to mount your GLORIOUS thrones. Piss on your rationalization - at least be honest - you killed because you felt like it."

THEN he walks out of Gelin and Ennis' Midsize Hut.

Ennis blinks several times at Caradoc's retort.

Then he facepalms with a sigh.

Then he adjusts his glasses.

Then he starts pulling out his supplies for ritual-casting Identify.

The paladin smiles at Ennis comment 

"Oh I can be a real charmer but she likes it direct, for what I've seen, she is in a hurry... " 

Then he turns again to the elf.

"You are a selfish one aren't you? " he sighs " I get that you don't give a damn about all the lives back at the village, as you had said. Therefore, not even try to use them as a excuse for what you had done. You conveniently forgot that the bandits surrender and flee the fight. You forgot too that we told you that they could be charmed, like our friend, and then they are not responsible for their actions and can be cured. Our first responsability is with the town, for they are closer and they count on us, but we are no fools. After what we have learned about Morgan and Frixori we are very aware that we have to stop that woman, and their plans to stop the natural flow of things, but we accomplish that step by step. You justify your actions narrowing it to eliminate a guard that could spring the alarm, but that's not what happened. There is a big difference in that and in killing a sleeping foe who cannot defend himself. No, you can hide it with whatever excuse you want, but the truth is that your hate is what drives you, and that stains your actions in the end. The executioner doesn't hate the ones that he must execute. And you don't dare to even name the Morning Lord again. You said by yourself. Justice. Not vengance, nor hate. Justice tempered by compassion. That's what MyLord offers. You said that, with the dragon death you can go on your way. Have safe journeys I say. I pray for your soul and that you will be able to open your mind and heart. " 

He looks to Flint

"If you had to go too I will sincerely miss you. You are a good man Flint. " he offers him his hand for shake " Artemis has chosen wisely her vessel. "