OOC: Everyone has entered their levels except for Tarok. 24 hours of silence I'm assuming means this is a silent trip to Phandalin and you'd like me to fast forward. If that is the case, I will do so once Tarok's level is entered.
With an exhausted sigh, Sildar takes the reins when there are no volunteers. An awkward silence hangs in the air as the wagon trundles its way along the Triboar Trail, the thrill of battle and narrow victory giving way to a monotonous peace. Late in the day, the trail forks to the south into a rutted track less traveled, which heads directly to the small mining town of Phandalin.
The hour has grown quite late, and the hills ahead indicate that Phandalin is still a short distance away. Sildar fidgets impatiently and offers, "Phandalin is only a few hours away now. In our state we should exercise caution, but I fear that every hour that passes is one less that Gundren has. Do we press on?"
OOC: Let's try and get back on a regular pace. Krilantis should have his new phone and all are set with their new levels. Are you setting camp for the night? If not, Phandalin can be reached tonight with a forced march.
Nemean feels emboldened after his rest and solem contemplation following the last encounter. Though he still ached a bit, he could already feel that he had a finer control of his body. He could move faster and more smoothly, having pushed his body past its limits, he now held a keener sense of where his limits are.
“Let’s keep going, we can handle a few more goblins if it comes to that.” Nemean says declares, as he snaps out of hisrefective state and back to the the task at hand. “We’ll just stay on the road this time, no more detours!” He laughs “Right Sildar?”
Seeing the exhaustion on Sildar’s face, Nemean, looks at his old friend and quickly hops up onto the wagon and offers to take over. “Hey Sildar, why don’t you let me take the reigns if we’re gonna go through the night, eh?”
Argos lets out a relieving sigh, letting go of the tension he had built up from the day's events. He painfully walks beside the cart, tired from the long march.
Tarok drags along near Argos, he seems incredibly weary and fatigued from the battle and ensuing chase. He keeps his weapons stowed in their scabbards, but tries to stay as watchful as he can.
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“We’ll just stay on the road this time, no more detours!” He laughs “Right Sildar?”
Sildar's laugh turns into a cough that racks his body. He wearily hands the reins to Nemean, saying "I am doubly glad that I asked you to come along, friend".
Hour 1 CON Saves:
Argos 6 (1 level of exhaustion) Bob 4 Cinis 6 Nemean 21 (1 level of exhaustion) Tarok 19 (1 level of exhaustion)
Hour 2 CON Saves:
Argos 4 (1 level of exhaustion) Bob 16 (1 level of exhaustion) Cinis 18 (1 level of exhaustion) Nemean 8 (1 level of exhaustion) Tarok 21 (3 levels of exhaustion)
Hour 3 CON Saves:
Argos 18 (2 levels of exhaustion) Bob 6 (1 level of exhaustion) Cinis 18 (1 level of exhaustion) Nemean 14 (1 level of exhaustion) Tarok 16 (3 levels of exhaustion)
Sildar CON Saves:
Hour 1 20 (1 level of exhaustion) Hour 2 17 Hour 3 6 (second wind, 0 levels of exhaustion)
You trudge on in silence, willing your bodies past their limits through sheer determination and grit. Hours in, Tarok has lagged behind, and Sildar switches out of the wagon to take his place walking alongside Argos. An hour later, Sildar provides Argos his shoulder to lean on, as he too has slowed.
As weary as the march has made you, it all pays off as the rutted track emerges from a wooded hillside, and you catch your first glimpse of Phandalin. The town consists of forty or fifty simple log buildings, some built on old fieldstone foundations. More old ruins--crumbling stone walls covered in ivy and briars--surround the newer houses and shops, showing how this must have been a much larger town in centuries past. Most of the newer buildings are set on the sides of the cart track, which widens into a muddy main street of sorts as it climbs toward a ruined manor house on a hillside at the east end of town.
Sildar, exhausted and beaten down as he is, suddenly seems much more at ease. "My friends," he says, "let us secure lodgings. I'm told the local inn is very quaint. Barthen's trading post is open at all hours, but I think we all need rest more than these supplies need delivered."
Known Locations:
Stonehill Inn Barthen's Provisions
OOC: I have heard from Bob, who said he would be able to post more when he got his new phone a couple days ago. I want to make sure to give him a chance to start posting again, but it has been weeks since his last, and I'd love to advance a little more often than once every 24 hours (I always make sure that all players have that long at maximum to post when their decision can make a difference). If a few more days go by without a Bob I will re-open recruiting for a fifth player.
Exhaustion Effects: Bob, Cinis, Nemean - Disadvantage on Ability Checks Argos - Disadvantage on Ability Checks & Speed halved Tarok - Disadvantage on Ability Checks, Speed halved, & Disadvantage on Attack rolls and saving throws
"My friends, the journey has been a long one. It is nice to lay eyes on this town at last. Having said that, if I don't find a bed soon, I will sleep face down in a hedge. I think we should make for the Inn here and recover ourselves as soon as possible." Tarok says, his jaw slackening as he speaks. He appears to be at the very edge of his endurance.
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In the center of town stands the inn, a large, newly built roadhouse of fieldstone and rough-hewn timbers. After Argos takes care of the wagon, Sildar leads you through the door to an empty common room, lit only by a few low-burning candles. At the desk sits a tired young human man, who jumps with a start, bashing his knee on the bottom of the desk. "Gah! No, not toni--by Tymora, my sincere apologies strangers. Welcome to the Stonehill Inn. I thought an entrance this late surely must be Redbrands. It's not often we see a group as well-equipped as yourselves."
"That's quite alright, son." Sildar replies, "Do you have any rooms available? I fear if you take too long to find out we'll be making one on the floor here."
For the first time, the young man notices the weariness of this group. "Yes, actually you're in luck, unless you have friends coming. We have six rooms available. I'll leave a note for master Stonehill to serve some extra breakfast in the morning."
OOC: Please deduct 1 gold piece for food and lodging for the night if you are staying at the inn.
Argos whips out a gold piece and slides it over to the young man. He makes his way to his room, plops down his equipment and armor beside the bed, and quickly falls asleep.
OOC: My notifications appear to be malfunctioning. I'll be sure to check here more often.
“Why thank you, my friend” Nemean says drearily as he hands over his gold.
He walks into his room and stows his gear. He yawns, stretches, circles the bed three times, and then curls himself up into a ball. A low and deep purring filled the room as he slept.
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L’Ouverture Zinn: Kobold Sorcerer - Waterdeep: Dungeon of the Mad Mage
Titus Vorenus: Dragonborn Paladin - Waterdeep: Dragon Heist
Nemean Goldenmane: Tabaxi Fighter - Lost Mine of Phandelver (Retired)
OOC: I'll assume Tarok is also perfectly fine with spending the gold piece for a night in the inn. Still no sign of Bob and he has not responded to my PM, so I will leave it up to this group - do we stick with the current four or shall I re-open recruiting to bring a fifth in?
Exhaustion effects after a long night's rest: Argos - Disadvantage on Ability Checks Tarok - Disadvantage on Ability Checks & Speed halved
Before you know it, morning has dawned on the town of Phandalin. The strenuous night before feels like a distant memory.
"Good morning, gentlemen!" You are greeted by a short young human male upon descending into the common room, who is in the midst of setting out a dish of meat, cheese and eggs on the bar in front of him. "I hear you gave our clerk a good scare last night. Welcome to the Stonehill Inn, we're happy to have you as long as you're happy to pay. My name is Toblen Stonehill. Apologies if the place seems a little timid at the moment...afraid we've been dealing with a bit of trouble in Phandalin lately, and the place just isn't as happy as it used to be. A shame, really..." He quickly snaps out of his little reverie and motions to the food in front of him. "Enjoy the finest we have to offer. Should we expect you for lunch and dinner as well?"
You currently share the common room with just one table, occupied by two old human men and one middle-aged human woman, who are in the midst of a friendly discussion. A barmaid sets drinks on their table with a smile and heads toward the kitchen, where another human woman is balancing cooking with overseeing the cleaning being done by a young boy.
"Oh, and before I forget", Toblen adds, "Sildar left a message for you; said to go ahead with the delivery at Barthen's, and to meet him at the Townmaster's Hall. I think he was heading over to the Coster."
Known Locations:
Barthen's Provisions Townmaster's Hall "The Coster"
"What sort of trouble, master Stonehill? Anything we should be worried about?" Cinis asked, trying to be as polite as possible. Some places just didn't seem to like his kind and he had yet to see how the people of this town would treat him.
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Pit of Vipers: Watl Wiggins - Halfling Rogue(10) League of Improbable Adventurers: Alan Quatermain - Human Fighter(3)
Toblen begins wiping down the bar as he answers. "We're a small town...the only 'authority' we have here is Harbin Wester, the townmaster, and he's no sheriff. That's a mighty attractive situation for bandits and brigands. Some mercenary group, call themselves the 'Redbrands' decided they're the authority. They frequent the Sleeping Giant on the east end o' town, and they've been getting more aggressive as of late."
The woman in the kitchen, overhearing the conversation, walks up with a scowl on her face. "Aggressive? That's a word for it, Toblen." She turns to the group, explaining "Thel Dendrar, the woodcarver, stood up to the Redbrands a tenday ago when they came by his shop and leered at his wife, called her all sorts of nasty things. The ruffians murdered him! Several townsfolk saw it happen, but that ******* Harbin," she looks as if she wants to spit, "doesn't have the pair to handle it. The Redbrands grabbed Thel's body, and now his wife, daughter and son have gone missing too."
The common room has grown silent, and Toblen makes a calming motion to her and says "This is Phandalin's problem, not theirs, love. Tough as they look, I wasn't about to impose on guests." Turning to you, he apologizes, "Please excuse Trilena. This is a frustrating situation for all of us."
Argos stumbles into the common room, just finishing strapping on his armor, "What, these Redbrands just go on unchecked?" Argos sits down at the table and begins eating his breakfast. He looks to his companions after hearing the story, "I say we turn in our wagon and go investigate these ruffians. Also, who is this Harbin fellow anyway? What does he have to do with the Redbrands?" Argos responds to Toblens query as to expect us or not for lunch and dinner, "I think we'll be around for a little while, so you might expect us in for dinner, but there's no telling what we'll be up to during the day, so don't count on it."
That was quite the strenuous night, I still feel a bit exhausted, but I can go on. As for these Redbrands, I can't stand to see people tormented, and even less to see that nobody is helping them.
OOC: I don't mind if another player joins, but I fear they may feel a bit rushed and unwary of what's going on due to them being thrown into the adventure after it has started. I'm perfectly fine with four players, and I think we can handle it.
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OOC: Everyone has entered their levels except for Tarok. 24 hours of silence I'm assuming means this is a silent trip to Phandalin and you'd like me to fast forward. If that is the case, I will do so once Tarok's level is entered.
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(Seems like they're a quiet bunch. Or Cinis left them all in the cave.)
Pit of Vipers: Watl Wiggins - Halfling Rogue(10)
League of Improbable Adventurers: Alan Quatermain - Human Fighter(3)
OOC: Level is sorted! sorry, busy weekend.
Merek Attiga - Level 4 Human Wizard - Call of the Netherdeep
With an exhausted sigh, Sildar takes the reins when there are no volunteers. An awkward silence hangs in the air as the wagon trundles its way along the Triboar Trail, the thrill of battle and narrow victory giving way to a monotonous peace. Late in the day, the trail forks to the south into a rutted track less traveled, which heads directly to the small mining town of Phandalin.
The hour has grown quite late, and the hills ahead indicate that Phandalin is still a short distance away. Sildar fidgets impatiently and offers, "Phandalin is only a few hours away now. In our state we should exercise caution, but I fear that every hour that passes is one less that Gundren has. Do we press on?"
OOC: Let's try and get back on a regular pace. Krilantis should have his new phone and all are set with their new levels. Are you setting camp for the night? If not, Phandalin can be reached tonight with a forced march.
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Cinis nodded along with the soldier.
"Let's head straight for Phandalin. We can make it."
Pit of Vipers: Watl Wiggins - Halfling Rogue(10)
League of Improbable Adventurers: Alan Quatermain - Human Fighter(3)
Nemean feels emboldened after his rest and solem contemplation following the last encounter. Though he still ached a bit, he could already feel that he had a finer control of his body. He could move faster and more smoothly, having pushed his body past its limits, he now held a keener sense of where his limits are.
“Let’s keep going, we can handle a few more goblins if it comes to that.” Nemean says declares, as he snaps out of his refective state and back to the the task at hand. “We’ll just stay on the road this time, no more detours!” He laughs “Right Sildar?”
Seeing the exhaustion on Sildar’s face, Nemean, looks at his old friend and quickly hops up onto the wagon and offers to take over. “Hey Sildar, why don’t you let me take the reigns if we’re gonna go through the night, eh?”
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L’Ouverture Zinn: Kobold Sorcerer - Waterdeep: Dungeon of the Mad Mage
Titus Vorenus: Dragonborn Paladin - Waterdeep: Dragon Heist
Nemean Goldenmane: Tabaxi Fighter - Lost Mine of Phandelver (Retired)
"Onward, we can make it."
Argos lets out a relieving sigh, letting go of the tension he had built up from the day's events. He painfully walks beside the cart, tired from the long march.
A surprise, to be sure, but a welcome one.
Tarok drags along near Argos, he seems incredibly weary and fatigued from the battle and ensuing chase. He keeps his weapons stowed in their scabbards, but tries to stay as watchful as he can.
Merek Attiga - Level 4 Human Wizard - Call of the Netherdeep
Sildar's laugh turns into a cough that racks his body. He wearily hands the reins to Nemean, saying "I am doubly glad that I asked you to come along, friend".
Hour 1 CON Saves:
Argos 6 (1 level of exhaustion)
Bob 4
Cinis 6
Nemean 21 (1 level of exhaustion)
Tarok 19 (1 level of exhaustion)
Hour 2 CON Saves:
Argos 4 (1 level of exhaustion)
Bob 16 (1 level of exhaustion)
Cinis 18 (1 level of exhaustion)
Nemean 8 (1 level of exhaustion)
Tarok 21 (3 levels of exhaustion)
Hour 3 CON Saves:
Argos 18 (2 levels of exhaustion)
Bob 6 (1 level of exhaustion)
Cinis 18 (1 level of exhaustion)
Nemean 14 (1 level of exhaustion)
Tarok 16 (3 levels of exhaustion)
Sildar CON Saves:
Hour 1 20 (1 level of exhaustion)
Hour 2 17
Hour 3 6 (second wind, 0 levels of exhaustion)
You trudge on in silence, willing your bodies past their limits through sheer determination and grit. Hours in, Tarok has lagged behind, and Sildar switches out of the wagon to take his place walking alongside Argos. An hour later, Sildar provides Argos his shoulder to lean on, as he too has slowed.
As weary as the march has made you, it all pays off as the rutted track emerges from a wooded hillside, and you catch your first glimpse of Phandalin. The town consists of forty or fifty simple log buildings, some built on old fieldstone foundations. More old ruins--crumbling stone walls covered in ivy and briars--surround the newer houses and shops, showing how this must have been a much larger town in centuries past. Most of the newer buildings are set on the sides of the cart track, which widens into a muddy main street of sorts as it climbs toward a ruined manor house on a hillside at the east end of town.
Sildar, exhausted and beaten down as he is, suddenly seems much more at ease. "My friends," he says, "let us secure lodgings. I'm told the local inn is very quaint. Barthen's trading post is open at all hours, but I think we all need rest more than these supplies need delivered."
Known Locations:
Stonehill Inn
Barthen's Provisions
OOC: I have heard from Bob, who said he would be able to post more when he got his new phone a couple days ago. I want to make sure to give him a chance to start posting again, but it has been weeks since his last, and I'd love to advance a little more often than once every 24 hours (I always make sure that all players have that long at maximum to post when their decision can make a difference). If a few more days go by without a Bob I will re-open recruiting for a fifth player.
Exhaustion Effects:
Bob, Cinis, Nemean - Disadvantage on Ability Checks
Argos - Disadvantage on Ability Checks & Speed halved
Tarok - Disadvantage on Ability Checks, Speed halved, & Disadvantage on Attack rolls and saving throws
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"My friends, the journey has been a long one. It is nice to lay eyes on this town at last. Having said that, if I don't find a bed soon, I will sleep face down in a hedge. I think we should make for the Inn here and recover ourselves as soon as possible." Tarok says, his jaw slackening as he speaks. He appears to be at the very edge of his endurance.
Merek Attiga - Level 4 Human Wizard - Call of the Netherdeep
"Stonehill Inn, then." The Tiefling said. He was tired, too, and whatever else they needed to do could wait until morning.
Cinis trudged on toward the inn, leaving the others to follow behind him.
Pit of Vipers: Watl Wiggins - Halfling Rogue(10)
League of Improbable Adventurers: Alan Quatermain - Human Fighter(3)
"We should probably tie up the oxen behind the inn and make sure the wagon is out of sight."
After helping tie up the oxen and putting the wagon behind the inn, Argos silently stumbles his way into the inn and purchases a room for the night.
OOC: How much does it cost for a room?
A surprise, to be sure, but a welcome one.
In the center of town stands the inn, a large, newly built roadhouse of fieldstone and rough-hewn timbers. After Argos takes care of the wagon, Sildar leads you through the door to an empty common room, lit only by a few low-burning candles. At the desk sits a tired young human man, who jumps with a start, bashing his knee on the bottom of the desk. "Gah! No, not toni--by Tymora, my sincere apologies strangers. Welcome to the Stonehill Inn. I thought an entrance this late surely must be Redbrands. It's not often we see a group as well-equipped as yourselves."
"That's quite alright, son." Sildar replies, "Do you have any rooms available? I fear if you take too long to find out we'll be making one on the floor here."
For the first time, the young man notices the weariness of this group. "Yes, actually you're in luck, unless you have friends coming. We have six rooms available. I'll leave a note for master Stonehill to serve some extra breakfast in the morning."
OOC: Please deduct 1 gold piece for food and lodging for the night if you are staying at the inn.
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Argos whips out a gold piece and slides it over to the young man. He makes his way to his room, plops down his equipment and armor beside the bed, and quickly falls asleep.
OOC: My notifications appear to be malfunctioning. I'll be sure to check here more often.
A surprise, to be sure, but a welcome one.
Cinis grumbles something unintelligible and hands the clerk some money before crashing in the room and instantly falling asleep.
Pit of Vipers: Watl Wiggins - Halfling Rogue(10)
League of Improbable Adventurers: Alan Quatermain - Human Fighter(3)
“Why thank you, my friend” Nemean says drearily as he hands over his gold.
He walks into his room and stows his gear. He yawns, stretches, circles the bed three times, and then curls himself up into a ball. A low and deep purring filled the room as he slept.
Vercinius Thrax: Lizardfolk Cleric - Hoard of the Dragon Queen
L’Ouverture Zinn: Kobold Sorcerer - Waterdeep: Dungeon of the Mad Mage
Titus Vorenus: Dragonborn Paladin - Waterdeep: Dragon Heist
Nemean Goldenmane: Tabaxi Fighter - Lost Mine of Phandelver (Retired)
OOC: I'll assume Tarok is also perfectly fine with spending the gold piece for a night in the inn. Still no sign of Bob and he has not responded to my PM, so I will leave it up to this group - do we stick with the current four or shall I re-open recruiting to bring a fifth in?
Exhaustion effects after a long night's rest:
Argos - Disadvantage on Ability Checks
Tarok - Disadvantage on Ability Checks & Speed halved
Before you know it, morning has dawned on the town of Phandalin. The strenuous night before feels like a distant memory.
"Good morning, gentlemen!" You are greeted by a short young human male upon descending into the common room, who is in the midst of setting out a dish of meat, cheese and eggs on the bar in front of him. "I hear you gave our clerk a good scare last night. Welcome to the Stonehill Inn, we're happy to have you as long as you're happy to pay. My name is Toblen Stonehill. Apologies if the place seems a little timid at the moment...afraid we've been dealing with a bit of trouble in Phandalin lately, and the place just isn't as happy as it used to be. A shame, really..." He quickly snaps out of his little reverie and motions to the food in front of him. "Enjoy the finest we have to offer. Should we expect you for lunch and dinner as well?"
You currently share the common room with just one table, occupied by two old human men and one middle-aged human woman, who are in the midst of a friendly discussion. A barmaid sets drinks on their table with a smile and heads toward the kitchen, where another human woman is balancing cooking with overseeing the cleaning being done by a young boy.
"Oh, and before I forget", Toblen adds, "Sildar left a message for you; said to go ahead with the delivery at Barthen's, and to meet him at the Townmaster's Hall. I think he was heading over to the Coster."
Known Locations:
Barthen's Provisions
Townmaster's Hall
"The Coster"
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"What sort of trouble, master Stonehill? Anything we should be worried about?" Cinis asked, trying to be as polite as possible. Some places just didn't seem to like his kind and he had yet to see how the people of this town would treat him.
Pit of Vipers: Watl Wiggins - Halfling Rogue(10)
League of Improbable Adventurers: Alan Quatermain - Human Fighter(3)
Toblen begins wiping down the bar as he answers. "We're a small town...the only 'authority' we have here is Harbin Wester, the townmaster, and he's no sheriff. That's a mighty attractive situation for bandits and brigands. Some mercenary group, call themselves the 'Redbrands' decided they're the authority. They frequent the Sleeping Giant on the east end o' town, and they've been getting more aggressive as of late."
The woman in the kitchen, overhearing the conversation, walks up with a scowl on her face. "Aggressive? That's a word for it, Toblen." She turns to the group, explaining "Thel Dendrar, the woodcarver, stood up to the Redbrands a tenday ago when they came by his shop and leered at his wife, called her all sorts of nasty things. The ruffians murdered him! Several townsfolk saw it happen, but that ******* Harbin," she looks as if she wants to spit, "doesn't have the pair to handle it. The Redbrands grabbed Thel's body, and now his wife, daughter and son have gone missing too."
The common room has grown silent, and Toblen makes a calming motion to her and says "This is Phandalin's problem, not theirs, love. Tough as they look, I wasn't about to impose on guests." Turning to you, he apologizes, "Please excuse Trilena. This is a frustrating situation for all of us."
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Argos stumbles into the common room, just finishing strapping on his armor, "What, these Redbrands just go on unchecked?" Argos sits down at the table and begins eating his breakfast. He looks to his companions after hearing the story, "I say we turn in our wagon and go investigate these ruffians. Also, who is this Harbin fellow anyway? What does he have to do with the Redbrands?" Argos responds to Toblens query as to expect us or not for lunch and dinner, "I think we'll be around for a little while, so you might expect us in for dinner, but there's no telling what we'll be up to during the day, so don't count on it."
That was quite the strenuous night, I still feel a bit exhausted, but I can go on. As for these Redbrands, I can't stand to see people tormented, and even less to see that nobody is helping them.
OOC: I don't mind if another player joins, but I fear they may feel a bit rushed and unwary of what's going on due to them being thrown into the adventure after it has started. I'm perfectly fine with four players, and I think we can handle it.
A surprise, to be sure, but a welcome one.