In the city of Neverwinter, a dwarf named Gundren Rockseeker asked you to bring a wagonload of provisions to the rough-and-tumble settlement of Phandalin, a couple of days travel southeast of the city. Gundren was clearly excited and more than a little secretive about his reasons for the trip, saying only that he and his brothers had found “something big,” and that he’d pay you ten gold pieces each for escorting his supplies safely to Barthen's Provisions, a trading post in Phandalin. He then set out ahead of you on horse, along with a warrior escort named Sildar Hallwinter, claiming he needed to arrive early to "take care of business."
You've spent the last few days following the High Road south from Neverwinter, and you've just recently veered east along the Triboar Trail. Even though you have encountered no trouble so far, this territory can be dangerous, with bandits and outlaws have been known to lurk along the trail.
The supplies you're taking are in a covered wagon pulled along by two old oxen, both have seen better days, but are hardy enough to pull the wagonload of supplies for the full journey. The sun is high in the midday sky as you begin to approach a bend in the road...
(DM: What are your characters doing? There's space for 2 to sit and drive the wagon, some room in the wagon itself (probably dangling out the back to ride along) and of course plenty of room to walk alongside / behind / in-front. Feel free here to also roleplay / chat among yourselves!)
Thaurea is sitting at the back of the wagon so that she can see the path and surroundings. She is excited about this new job, both for the ten golden pieces and for the opportunity to reach Phandalin, which she has wanted to meet for so long. "Hey, fellow, I will do a small meditation break. Please call me if somebody needs me" She tells to the companion nearest her. Then, she takes her necklace off and holds the dark red stone that is hanging from it between her hands. She arranges herself in the lotus position, trying to block out the noises around and the rocking of the wagon, and does a brief ten-minute ritual to cast speak with animals Acrobatics check 18 (game log) trying to mantain the balance
Thomar sits at the front of the carriage holding the reins. He now regrets his decision to drive the wagon, for he has glimpsed Thaurea’s red stone and is eager to get a better look at it. "Don't you think it's strange that Gundren left the wagon to strangers and ran off? Isn't he afraid we'll steal it?"
Thomar starts to scratch his beard (that’s how he usually thinks). “What if this is an area with a high chance of being attacked, and we are just bait or some kind of distraction?”
When she finishes her ritual, Thaurea returns her necklace to her neck, jumps to the ground and starts to walk beside the wagon. She picks up the pace just to reach the front where the oxen are! She was so focused on her ritual that didn't hear the conversation. "Hi friends, I hope this task isn´t too hard for you. when we get to our destination, I promise to find you a very soft bundle of hay. " She says to the oxen, offering each of them a little water from her oder. Then, she turns to the wagon drivers with a friendly smile: "Too hot, huh"
perception20 (non-natural) trying to find any other animal nearby
”Yeah, at least you don't need to wear metal armor. By the way, nice amulet you have there.”
Thank you, Thomar!Thaurea answer, touching the amulent! It was a gift from a loved one that is far away right now! She smiles thinking where her master would be at that moment.
When we finish this gig, hope you can tell me more about them over a nice mug of ale.
Yeah! Deal! A dark and creamy oatmeal stout ale with a hint of spicy for me, please! She, answer, smiling and thinking: Holy, green! What I wouldn't give for a pint right now!
Closer to, but not yet around the bend, the wagon trundles along, the woods and tickets are denser here on either side, closing in on the path slightly. Slight embankments rise either side of the road, blocking views of the ground ahead. The two oxen slurp at the given water eagerly, both grunting and nodding at Thaurea, ears flicking at the mention of 'hay', "Food..." one of them replies in an animal grunt that only the Druid hears and understands. Ahead, Thaureanotices a flock of birds, just around the bend, circling lower in the warm day's sky than usual. Black crows. Usually this low due to a feeding opportunity.
(DM: Ashleighis still on the path but slightly ahead? In either case, if you roll Perception, yep, that'd be great!)
"I'd love to join you too, if you are interested in letting me?" Ash calls from in front of the wagon. mmm, these people know how to have a good time!
"Of course Ash! To share good Ales, the more friends the better!"And she turns her gaze to Thomar and blinks her eyes thinking: Could this beautiful little human hold more than a pint of good ale?
Welcome!
Lost Mine of Phandelver
In the city of Neverwinter, a dwarf named Gundren Rockseeker asked you to bring a wagonload of provisions to the rough-and-tumble settlement of Phandalin, a couple of days travel southeast of the city. Gundren was clearly excited and more than a little secretive about his reasons for the trip, saying only that he and his brothers had found “something big,” and that he’d pay you ten gold pieces each for escorting his supplies safely to Barthen's Provisions, a trading post in Phandalin. He then set out ahead of you on horse, along with a warrior escort named Sildar Hallwinter, claiming he needed to arrive early to "take care of business."
You've spent the last few days following the High Road south from Neverwinter, and you've just recently veered east along the Triboar Trail. Even though you have encountered no trouble so far, this territory can be dangerous, with bandits and outlaws have been known to lurk along the trail.
The supplies you're taking are in a covered wagon pulled along by two old oxen, both have seen better days, but are hardy enough to pull the wagonload of supplies for the full journey. The sun is high in the midday sky as you begin to approach a bend in the road...
(DM: What are your characters doing? There's space for 2 to sit and drive the wagon, some room in the wagon itself (probably dangling out the back to ride along) and of course plenty of room to walk alongside / behind / in-front. Feel free here to also roleplay / chat among yourselves!)
Thaurea is sitting at the back of the wagon so that she can see the path and surroundings. She is excited about this new job, both for the ten golden pieces and for the opportunity to reach Phandalin, which she has wanted to meet for so long.
"Hey, fellow, I will do a small meditation break. Please call me if somebody needs me" She tells to the companion nearest her.
Then, she takes her necklace off and holds the dark red stone that is hanging from it between her hands. She arranges herself in the lotus position, trying to block out the noises around and the rocking of the wagon, and does a brief ten-minute ritual to cast speak with animals
Acrobatics check 18 (game log) trying to mantain the balance
DM The Shadows & the Forgotten Forge Thaurea Wolf Tholake
Thomar sits at the front of the carriage holding the reins. He now regrets his decision to drive the wagon, for he has glimpsed Thaurea’s red stone and is eager to get a better look at it. "Don't you think it's strange that Gundren left the wagon to strangers and ran off? Isn't he afraid we'll steal it?"
Thomar starts to scratch his beard (that’s how he usually thinks). “What if this is an area with a high chance of being attacked, and we are just bait or some kind of distraction?”
“I don't know, just a plain bandits attack?”
Yes, but maybe not ahead but to the sides of the road. And please be careful!
Thomas (thinks):” She went the wrong way, maybe I should point with my hands next time?”
( OOC: laughing, no offense tho.)
When she finishes her ritual, Thaurea returns her necklace to her neck, jumps to the ground and starts to walk beside the wagon. She picks up the pace just to reach the front where the oxen are! She was so focused on her ritual that didn't hear the conversation. "Hi friends, I hope this task isn´t too hard for you. when we get to our destination, I promise to find you a very soft bundle of hay. " She says to the oxen, offering each of them a little water from her oder.
Then, she turns to the wagon drivers with a friendly smile: "Too hot, huh"
perception 20 (non-natural) trying to find any other animal nearby
DM The Shadows & the Forgotten Forge Thaurea Wolf Tholake
”Yeah, at least you don't need to wear metal armor. By the way, nice amulet you have there.”
Thank you, Thomar! Thaurea answer, touching the amulent! It was a gift from a loved one that is far away right now! She smiles thinking where her master would be at that moment.
DM The Shadows & the Forgotten Forge Thaurea Wolf Tholake
When we finish this gig, hope you can tell me more about them over a nice mug of ale.
Yeah! Deal! A dark and creamy oatmeal stout ale with a hint of spicy for me, please! She, answer, smiling and thinking: Holy, green! What I wouldn't give for a pint right now!
DM The Shadows & the Forgotten Forge Thaurea Wolf Tholake
Closer to, but not yet around the bend, the wagon trundles along, the woods and tickets are denser here on either side, closing in on the path slightly. Slight embankments rise either side of the road, blocking views of the ground ahead. The two oxen slurp at the given water eagerly, both grunting and nodding at Thaurea, ears flicking at the mention of 'hay', "Food..." one of them replies in an animal grunt that only the Druid hears and understands. Ahead, Thaurea notices a flock of birds, just around the bend, circling lower in the warm day's sky than usual. Black crows. Usually this low due to a feeding opportunity.
(DM: Ashleigh is still on the path but slightly ahead? In either case, if you roll Perception, yep, that'd be great!)
"Of course Ash! To share good Ales, the more friends the better!" And she turns her gaze to Thomar and blinks her eyes thinking: Could this beautiful little human hold more than a pint of good ale?
DM The Shadows & the Forgotten Forge Thaurea Wolf Tholake