"At least we'll have some one to welcome us on the other side, now!"
Despite my black humor, I bit shaken from seeing the companion I put my faith in drop so quickly, and I struggle to find the words to cast. I take aim at the goblin attacking Goblinbane, calm my breath, and begin the incantation.
Eldritch blast: 15
Damage 13
This was not my idea of a delivery mission. I donubt that fat dwarf who hired us faired any better.
The lance plunges thrugh the hapless goblins' chest and out it's back , killing it instantly.The final goblin has seen enough, and dissapears into the undergrowth without a sound.
Trombin runs over to his comrades, blood running down his right side. He is badly hurt, the irony that their healer had been slain before getting a chance to heal anyone went unnoticed. He checked for a pulse and when he found none he sadly asked for Grindals help loading their dead ally onto the cart.
"Are there any bandages on this cart? We will have time to mourn when we get to Phandalin, but right now I need to get patched up. If there are any more of those bastards ahead I'm not sure I'll fair any better than our friend. We need to get moving soon, that last beast could be going to gather more men."
Grindal collects his weapons and assists Trombin with loading the massive firbolg onto the wagon.
"What're ye so quiet for, warlock? Stunned into silence, eh? I've lost more friends in battle than ye can count. The halfling's right, we need ta be movin'. But there ain't no need for durned mournin'. There're more goblins to kill, or me name ain't Grindal Goblinbane!"
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"He must not be used to this kind of thing, perhaps he and the firlog were closer than just traveling companions? Grindal, do you have my back if I search these horses and the bastards who killed them?" We should press on but I want to see if they've left anything behind."
Trombin runs over to the slain goblins, checking them for any possessions they may have and any clue of their origins. He then searches the dead horses.
The horses have black arrows sticking out of their hides. An empty scroll case lies nearby, and the saddlebags have been looted and hang empty.
The goblins carry a few colorful scraps of cloth, twenty coppers, and extra arrows. One of them carries a set of rusty keys, another has a dead mouse slung about his neck, and a third has at least three pouches stuffed with garlic hanging on his belt. In short, there are very few valuables on them.
Trombin gathers the scroll case and both saddle bags. He puts them back on the cart.
"We could sell these saddle bags, they're good quality." He thinks to himself.
He then gathers all of the goblins belongings into one of the empty saddle bags and shows Grindal and Tannen what he found.
Saddle Bag Contents:
20 copper.
Set of keys.
Arrows.
Pouches of garlic (x3)
Dead mouse pendant (you never know...)
He leaves the scrap cloth.
"I wonder what these keys are for? Theyre old, look at the rust. This could save me some time picking a lock if we find what lock will take them. I think we should split the copper and sell the saddle bags and garlic. We should be on our way."
"If Mr. Silence Spell over 'ere doesn't pipe up soon, we'll be splittin' it all two ways. I was all in the mood for some goblin kebabs, but I suppose a job's a job. We need ta be gettin' these goods to town and collect what's due, employer or no employer."
"The more for us then my friend! Tis a shame you've taken silence in such a dire time Tannen. Grindal, let's drive this cart while he thinks about things in the back. Let's get moving, I feel like sitting kobalts out here."
Trombin sits up front and whips up the horses with the reigns, hands them to Grindal and pulls out his bow. He knocks an arrow and scans the trail ahead as they start to roll.
(I ready an action to shoot if I see any enemies in the forest or on the trail.)
Night draws on, and you can only travel for a few more miles before it is too dark to navigate. You stop for the night beneath a small patch of oak trees, whose branches tower over you protectively. It is now 8:00 at night, and off in the distance an owl hoots softly, on the hunt for prey.
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The middles aged dwarf continues his walk down the road. He mind wanders as he walks. It is mid morning as he walks so the road it is fresh. He listens hoping to hear anything as he realizes the road is long. [perception] 18 [/perception]
Grindal trips in his bedroll as he wakes up and stands, tumbling to the ground and rolling a few feet before he untangles himself and spots the "intruder".
Without a word Trombin slinks from his bedroll and into the darkness. He heads under cover in the direction that Tannen implied, with his short sword drawn.
Stealth:21
(OOC: I'm not sure how long we've rested, we'll have to wait for the DM to tell us how much health we've recovered.)
Damn goblins, he thinks to himself, hoping to get the jump on whatever is creeping into their camp- hoping it's more goblins to kill for his fallen friend
(OOC: I assume this is widowleafs character right? My character would still try to shank the shit out of anyone creeping up in the night lol. Sorry)
You all awake refreshed early the next morning. The sun is hidden behind clouds, but it promises to break free of this obstruction shortly. Birds sing in the trees, as if heralding this event.
Ragana hears a twig snap somewhere behind him as Trombin makes an uncharacteristic mistake.
"At least we'll have some one to welcome us on the other side, now!"
Despite my black humor, I bit shaken from seeing the companion I put my faith in drop so quickly, and I struggle to find the words to cast. I take aim at the goblin attacking Goblinbane, calm my breath, and begin the incantation.
Eldritch blast: 15
Damage 13
This was not my idea of a delivery mission. I donubt that fat dwarf who hired us faired any better.
The second goblin goes down, and now only the two in the thickets to either side remain.
One attempts to snipe Tannen. Attack: 16 Damage: 8
The second drops its bow and joins the fray.
Grindal is up.
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"That's what I'm talkin' about! Goblins for dinner!"
Grindal drops both handaxes, picks up the lance at his feet and charges the goblin running to join the fray.
Lance Attack: 22
Damage: 14
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The lance plunges thrugh the hapless goblins' chest and out it's back , killing it instantly.The final goblin has seen enough, and dissapears into the undergrowth without a sound.
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"Tannen, Grindal! Is he breathing?!"
Trombin runs over to his comrades, blood running down his right side. He is badly hurt, the irony that their healer had been slain before getting a chance to heal anyone went unnoticed. He checked for a pulse and when he found none he sadly asked for Grindals help loading their dead ally onto the cart.
"Are there any bandages on this cart? We will have time to mourn when we get to Phandalin, but right now I need to get patched up. If there are any more of those bastards ahead I'm not sure I'll fair any better than our friend. We need to get moving soon, that last beast could be going to gather more men."
"That's right! Run away ye durned green turd!"
Grindal collects his weapons and assists Trombin with loading the massive firbolg onto the wagon.
"What're ye so quiet for, warlock? Stunned into silence, eh? I've lost more friends in battle than ye can count. The halfling's right, we need ta be movin'. But there ain't no need for durned mournin'. There're more goblins to kill, or me name ain't Grindal Goblinbane!"
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"He must not be used to this kind of thing, perhaps he and the firlog were closer than just traveling companions? Grindal, do you have my back if I search these horses and the bastards who killed them?" We should press on but I want to see if they've left anything behind."
Trombin runs over to the slain goblins, checking them for any possessions they may have and any clue of their origins. He then searches the dead horses.
Investigation: 14
The horses have black arrows sticking out of their hides. An empty scroll case lies nearby, and the saddlebags have been looted and hang empty.
The goblins carry a few colorful scraps of cloth, twenty coppers, and extra arrows. One of them carries a set of rusty keys, another has a dead mouse slung about his neck, and a third has at least three pouches stuffed with garlic hanging on his belt. In short, there are very few valuables on them.
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Trombin gathers the scroll case and both saddle bags. He puts them back on the cart.
"We could sell these saddle bags, they're good quality." He thinks to himself.
He then gathers all of the goblins belongings into one of the empty saddle bags and shows Grindal and Tannen what he found.
Saddle Bag Contents:
He leaves the scrap cloth.
"I wonder what these keys are for? Theyre old, look at the rust. This could save me some time picking a lock if we find what lock will take them. I think we should split the copper and sell the saddle bags and garlic. We should be on our way."
"If Mr. Silence Spell over 'ere doesn't pipe up soon, we'll be splittin' it all two ways. I was all in the mood for some goblin kebabs, but I suppose a job's a job. We need ta be gettin' these goods to town and collect what's due, employer or no employer."
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"The more for us then my friend! Tis a shame you've taken silence in such a dire time Tannen. Grindal, let's drive this cart while he thinks about things in the back. Let's get moving, I feel like sitting kobalts out here."
Trombin sits up front and whips up the horses with the reigns, hands them to Grindal and pulls out his bow. He knocks an arrow and scans the trail ahead as they start to roll.
(I ready an action to shoot if I see any enemies in the forest or on the trail.)
Night draws on, and you can only travel for a few more miles before it is too dark to navigate. You stop for the night beneath a small patch of oak trees, whose branches tower over you protectively. It is now 8:00 at night, and off in the distance an owl hoots softly, on the hunt for prey.
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"Could've done with a few more goblins ta kill...bah! At least it's better than retirement..."
Grindal grumbles and sets aside his bedroll. "Wake me when it's my turn to watch, halfling."
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While the others sleep, I pull out my notebook and make a new entry titled "revenge."
The middles aged dwarf continues his walk down the road. He mind wanders as he walks. It is mid morning as he walks so the road it is fresh. He listens hoping to hear anything as he realizes the road is long.
[perception] 18 [/perception]
(assuming it is my watch)
"Quick, I think someone's coming. The goblins must be back for more!"
"Bah, blasted goblins!"
Grindal trips in his bedroll as he wakes up and stands, tumbling to the ground and rolling a few feet before he untangles himself and spots the "intruder".
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Without a word Trombin slinks from his bedroll and into the darkness. He heads under cover in the direction that Tannen implied, with his short sword drawn.
Stealth:21
(OOC: I'm not sure how long we've rested, we'll have to wait for the DM to tell us how much health we've recovered.)
Damn goblins, he thinks to himself, hoping to get the jump on whatever is creeping into their camp- hoping it's more goblins to kill for his fallen friend
(OOC: I assume this is widowleafs character right? My character would still try to shank the shit out of anyone creeping up in the night lol. Sorry)
(OOC I stared early morning say around 8ish)
You all awake refreshed early the next morning. The sun is hidden behind clouds, but it promises to break free of this obstruction shortly. Birds sing in the trees, as if heralding this event.
Ragana hears a twig snap somewhere behind him as Trombin makes an uncharacteristic mistake.
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