Nighthill rubs his chin thoughtfully. "Yes, I do quite like this idea."
"I can speak with the leaders at the temple for holy water...And we have a few masons here in town. As for muscle, you have your new..." He pauses for a moment, thinking of an appropriate word for the bandits that have been pressed into your service. "Companions?"
"Regardless, I will see if a cleric of the temple can accompany you."
Crannoc is not certain about either part of the plan: returning to the tower to retrieve the stolen treasure and face off with the undead horror on one hand, or removing the rest of the Sunless as a threat on the other. Both hunts seem to carry their own set of problems.
"Against the undead abomination, while holy water should help, magic seemed to work against it. If you know of a magic weapon that one of my warrior companions could use, that might make the difference. Either way, it is a daunting hunt. If we time our arrival with the dawn, I hope we will be able to simply avoid it and remove the treasure while it is resting in its coffin. Who knows what other creatures are down there."
He pauses. "As for the rest of the Sunless, the ones we captured did not seem committed to hunting in the Greenfields without their pack leader Galdren. The head of the group we captured seemed to think that the other lieutenant, Thorn, and his men should have been back at the tower, but we never saw them. It is possible that this Thorn's group has moved on from the Greenfields. Still it is a hunt we can attempt, no matter how cold the trail."
Governor Nighthill nods, scratching some notes down on a piece of parchment on his desk. "I'll gather what potions I can, might even be able to find something else you can use."
At the mention of a magic weapon, a set of conflicting emotions crosses the governor's face. He looks over your group, glancing at the weapons you carry. After a few moments of indecision, he nods slowly and goes to the wall behind his desk. Hanging longways on hooks mounted to a plaque is a single-sided curved longsword, polished and sharpened. He carefully removes it from the hooks.
"This has been in my family for generations. There are many stories of its deeds, but when I was younger I used it to slay drow raiding parties."
He holds the weapon out to Hildr. "I'll let you borrow it. Add to its legend if you must, but don't lose it."
"If there's nothing else, give me another day to handle your requests. If I have any updates before then, I'll leave a message at the inn tonight."
"Thank you Governor Nighthill,"Gawain says, eyes widening a bit at the sword handed off to Hildr."We'll make sure it gets put to good use, and that it comes back in one piece."
"For now, we'll return to the Dragon's Roost and find something to do with the rest of our day?" He says questioningly, looking at the rest of his companions.
Gallant looks at the blade and a sly smile comes across his face. And will look at Gawain, “My brave friend imagine the tale of a lengendary sword,” now pivoting to Hildr, “A tale of fierce and fearless warriors,” sliding over to Cronnac, “One that is about bring back balance to the natural order by taking a unholy abomination.” And now find himself next to Iris, “imagine the knowledge we can uncover from this being.”
Now stepping forward looking at his full party, “I believe this is divine intervention to finish the job we once started. We should equip ourselves and bring great glory to the beautiful town of Greenest. Please tell me you want to bring this tale into reality!”
Hildr has a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach, but she does not let on. Stiffening her resolve, she falls to one knee as she accepts the blade. "I would lose my life sooner than I would lose this blade," she says. "I shall return it with the blood of your enemies upon it."
Crannoc stands aside respectfully and murmurs his thanks as pack leader Nighthill offers Hildr the magical blade.
He listens thoughtfully to Gallant's proposal to weave a grand tale. There is power in stories, this I know. Though for me, I do not think the slaying of one undead creature, however fell, will right the wrongness I sense. Perhaps if it were a real vampire, but then we could never slay it...
"Enjoy the town," Crannoc repeats slowly as if trying to make sense of the words. "Should we ask here in Greenest whether there has been any more banditry? If this other pack of bandits is still active, led by the one named Thorn who Dorra spoke of, it may provide a clue as to where to hunt them."
"We can definitely ask around." Gawain says, moving to leave the governor's small office. As he heads for the stairs, he continues on that train of thought. "Eliza back at the inn might know something. Inn-keepers usually hear all sorts of things."
"I'd also be curious as to what we would find if we followed those tracks Crannoc found on the way back to town..."Irissays quietly, following the rest of the group down the tower. "But that's perhaps best saved for another day. I like the idea of asking around the Dragon's Roost."
It doesn't take you very long to descend the tower and exit the keep to enter the town proper once more.
As you return to the Dragon's Roost, you find the common-area moderately occupied. Eliza is currently tending to a table of what look to be hunters at a table across the room. Her husband Isaac stands behind the bar, serving ales to a couple folk. Interspersed throughout the room you can see small groups of what look to be regular townsfolk here and there.
"I don't think we need to rally the troops quite yet," Gawain says, looking over the tavern's common area. "Mainly just looking for information."His thoughts return to the tracks Crannoc had found earlier, and he lowers his voice. "Anyone look out of place?"
He goes to the bar first, sliding onto an empty seat. When Isaac has time to come over, he waves his hand. "No ale just yet, was just wanting to chat if you had some time."
After Isaac finishes up serving the couple, he walks over to Gawain with a smile on his face. "Too early to drink eh? Well it's good to know you're stone cold sober while you help us out." He says, grinning even wider. Looking around the fairly empty tavern, he opens his arms wide and shrugs. "Not much else to do at the moment, what'd you wanna chat about friend?"
"Just wanted to know if you had heard of any troubles elsewhere in the Greenfields." Gawain leans in, lowering his voice again. "We already took care of a small bandit crew and the leader of the Sunless up in the region near their tower...But there's still some unaccounted for, we're trying to find them so we can finish the job." He leans back, smiling. "So. Any travelers bring you news of trouble or sightings?"
Isaac's eyebrow shoots up, and he nods. "Impressive. Round of drinks on the house tonight you're all still around."
"As for news of trouble, can't say we've heard anything specific. They just came in today thought, from the west I think." He says, nodding towards the group his wife is currently helping. "Might be they ran into something on the way here, haven't said much of anything though."
"Thanks Isaac," Gawain says before getting out of his seat and moving towards the other table. He politely waits for Eliza to finish with whatever she's doing, then approaches closer. "Hello there, Isaac had mentioned you all just came into town from the West. My friend and I are looking into some rabble-rousers in the area."He says, gesturing to himself and the rest of the party. "Was wondering if I could pick your brain on anything suspicious you might have seen on your way through the Greenfields."
The trio - two human men and a halfling woman - looks up at Gawainas he approaches the table. They're dressed in simple leathers and garments made up of woodland colors. Their equipment is on the floor next to the table, and you can see the three cases holding their short bows, currently unstrung. One of the men, having just finished draining his mug, shrugs and motions for the paladin to sit. "Sure thing bud, have a seat. I'm Haiden, that's Kyler and Sara." He says, pointing towards his companions.
As Crannocglances around the room, none of the other patrons seem out of place. Even this group of apparent out-of-towners seem like they belong, and certainly have the appearance of simple hunters. But...There's something off. You noticed how they all seemed annoyed when Gawainfirst approached, then a subtle exchange of glances as he mentioned your group's activities in the area.
"So what kind of suspicious activity are you lookin' for?"
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Nighthill rubs his chin thoughtfully. "Yes, I do quite like this idea."
"I can speak with the leaders at the temple for holy water...And we have a few masons here in town. As for muscle, you have your new..." He pauses for a moment, thinking of an appropriate word for the bandits that have been pressed into your service. "Companions?"
"Regardless, I will see if a cleric of the temple can accompany you."
"Is there anything else you require?"
"Potions of healing," Hildr replies. She adds, "Please."
Crannoc is not certain about either part of the plan: returning to the tower to retrieve the stolen treasure and face off with the undead horror on one hand, or removing the rest of the Sunless as a threat on the other. Both hunts seem to carry their own set of problems.
"Against the undead abomination, while holy water should help, magic seemed to work against it. If you know of a magic weapon that one of my warrior companions could use, that might make the difference. Either way, it is a daunting hunt. If we time our arrival with the dawn, I hope we will be able to simply avoid it and remove the treasure while it is resting in its coffin. Who knows what other creatures are down there."
He pauses. "As for the rest of the Sunless, the ones we captured did not seem committed to hunting in the Greenfields without their pack leader Galdren. The head of the group we captured seemed to think that the other lieutenant, Thorn, and his men should have been back at the tower, but we never saw them. It is possible that this Thorn's group has moved on from the Greenfields. Still it is a hunt we can attempt, no matter how cold the trail."
Tanis(Ranger1): Shiverquill's Tempest City | Xarian(Fighter2): NioNSwiper's Tyranny of Dragons
Dyson/Eleo(TwilightCleric4): Vos' Beyond the Veil | Soren(ShepherdDruid5): Bartjeebus' Ravenloft | Ophelia(WildMagicSorcerer4): Ashen_Age's Risen from the Sands
Joren(EchoKnightFighter6): NotDrizzt's Simple Request | Sabetha(MercyMonk3): Bedlymn's Murder Court | Seri(NatureCleric3/DivineSoulSorcerer1): Bartjeebus' Greyhawk
Governor Nighthill nods, scratching some notes down on a piece of parchment on his desk. "I'll gather what potions I can, might even be able to find something else you can use."
At the mention of a magic weapon, a set of conflicting emotions crosses the governor's face. He looks over your group, glancing at the weapons you carry. After a few moments of indecision, he nods slowly and goes to the wall behind his desk. Hanging longways on hooks mounted to a plaque is a single-sided curved longsword, polished and sharpened. He carefully removes it from the hooks.
"This has been in my family for generations. There are many stories of its deeds, but when I was younger I used it to slay drow raiding parties."
He holds the weapon out to Hildr. "I'll let you borrow it. Add to its legend if you must, but don't lose it."
"If there's nothing else, give me another day to handle your requests. If I have any updates before then, I'll leave a message at the inn tonight."
"Thank you Governor Nighthill," Gawain says, eyes widening a bit at the sword handed off to Hildr. "We'll make sure it gets put to good use, and that it comes back in one piece."
"For now, we'll return to the Dragon's Roost and find something to do with the rest of our day?" He says questioningly, looking at the rest of his companions.
Gallant looks at the blade and a sly smile comes across his face. And will look at Gawain, “My brave friend imagine the tale of a lengendary sword,” now pivoting to Hildr, “A tale of fierce and fearless warriors,” sliding over to Cronnac, “One that is about bring back balance to the natural order by taking a unholy abomination.” And now find himself next to Iris, “imagine the knowledge we can uncover from this being.”
Now stepping forward looking at his full party, “I believe this is divine intervention to finish the job we once started. We should equip ourselves and bring great glory to the beautiful town of Greenest. Please tell me you want to bring this tale into reality!”
Hildr has a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach, but she does not let on. Stiffening her resolve, she falls to one knee as she accepts the blade. "I would lose my life sooner than I would lose this blade," she says. "I shall return it with the blood of your enemies upon it."
The governor smiles, "Keep your life. But the blood of our enemies? Yeah I'll take that."
"I'll be in touch as soon as I have things arranged, take care of yourselves in the meantime. Enjoy the town you're working so hard to protect."
Crannoc stands aside respectfully and murmurs his thanks as pack leader Nighthill offers Hildr the magical blade.
He listens thoughtfully to Gallant's proposal to weave a grand tale. There is power in stories, this I know. Though for me, I do not think the slaying of one undead creature, however fell, will right the wrongness I sense. Perhaps if it were a real vampire, but then we could never slay it...
"Enjoy the town," Crannoc repeats slowly as if trying to make sense of the words. "Should we ask here in Greenest whether there has been any more banditry? If this other pack of bandits is still active, led by the one named Thorn who Dorra spoke of, it may provide a clue as to where to hunt them."
Tanis(Ranger1): Shiverquill's Tempest City | Xarian(Fighter2): NioNSwiper's Tyranny of Dragons
Dyson/Eleo(TwilightCleric4): Vos' Beyond the Veil | Soren(ShepherdDruid5): Bartjeebus' Ravenloft | Ophelia(WildMagicSorcerer4): Ashen_Age's Risen from the Sands
Joren(EchoKnightFighter6): NotDrizzt's Simple Request | Sabetha(MercyMonk3): Bedlymn's Murder Court | Seri(NatureCleric3/DivineSoulSorcerer1): Bartjeebus' Greyhawk
"We can definitely ask around." Gawain says, moving to leave the governor's small office. As he heads for the stairs, he continues on that train of thought. "Eliza back at the inn might know something. Inn-keepers usually hear all sorts of things."
"I'd also be curious as to what we would find if we followed those tracks Crannoc found on the way back to town..." Iris says quietly, following the rest of the group down the tower. "But that's perhaps best saved for another day. I like the idea of asking around the Dragon's Roost."
It doesn't take you very long to descend the tower and exit the keep to enter the town proper once more.
As you return to the Dragon's Roost, you find the common-area moderately occupied. Eliza is currently tending to a table of what look to be hunters at a table across the room. Her husband Isaac stands behind the bar, serving ales to a couple folk. Interspersed throughout the room you can see small groups of what look to be regular townsfolk here and there.
Gallant will look to the party, “I can perform a song to rouse support, but I do worry it might cause fear instead.
"I don't think we need to rally the troops quite yet," Gawain says, looking over the tavern's common area. "Mainly just looking for information." His thoughts return to the tracks Crannoc had found earlier, and he lowers his voice. "Anyone look out of place?"
He goes to the bar first, sliding onto an empty seat. When Isaac has time to come over, he waves his hand. "No ale just yet, was just wanting to chat if you had some time."
After Isaac finishes up serving the couple, he walks over to Gawain with a smile on his face. "Too early to drink eh? Well it's good to know you're stone cold sober while you help us out." He says, grinning even wider. Looking around the fairly empty tavern, he opens his arms wide and shrugs. "Not much else to do at the moment, what'd you wanna chat about friend?"
"Just wanted to know if you had heard of any troubles elsewhere in the Greenfields." Gawain leans in, lowering his voice again. "We already took care of a small bandit crew and the leader of the Sunless up in the region near their tower...But there's still some unaccounted for, we're trying to find them so we can finish the job." He leans back, smiling. "So. Any travelers bring you news of trouble or sightings?"
Isaac's eyebrow shoots up, and he nods. "Impressive. Round of drinks on the house tonight you're all still around."
"As for news of trouble, can't say we've heard anything specific. They just came in today thought, from the west I think." He says, nodding towards the group his wife is currently helping. "Might be they ran into something on the way here, haven't said much of anything though."
"Thanks Isaac," Gawain says before getting out of his seat and moving towards the other table. He politely waits for Eliza to finish with whatever she's doing, then approaches closer. "Hello there, Isaac had mentioned you all just came into town from the West. My friend and I are looking into some rabble-rousers in the area." He says, gesturing to himself and the rest of the party. "Was wondering if I could pick your brain on anything suspicious you might have seen on your way through the Greenfields."
Crannoc trails behind Gawain as he makes the rounds at the Dragon's Roost, people-watching with the curiosity of an outsider as always.
He pays particular attention towards the new folks (hunters?) that Gawain is addressing, reaching for Silvanus' guidance.
Crannoc Insight plus Guidance: 10 + 2 = 12
Tanis(Ranger1): Shiverquill's Tempest City | Xarian(Fighter2): NioNSwiper's Tyranny of Dragons
Dyson/Eleo(TwilightCleric4): Vos' Beyond the Veil | Soren(ShepherdDruid5): Bartjeebus' Ravenloft | Ophelia(WildMagicSorcerer4): Ashen_Age's Risen from the Sands
Joren(EchoKnightFighter6): NotDrizzt's Simple Request | Sabetha(MercyMonk3): Bedlymn's Murder Court | Seri(NatureCleric3/DivineSoulSorcerer1): Bartjeebus' Greyhawk
The trio - two human men and a halfling woman - looks up at Gawain as he approaches the table. They're dressed in simple leathers and garments made up of woodland colors. Their equipment is on the floor next to the table, and you can see the three cases holding their short bows, currently unstrung. One of the men, having just finished draining his mug, shrugs and motions for the paladin to sit. "Sure thing bud, have a seat. I'm Haiden, that's Kyler and Sara." He says, pointing towards his companions.
As Crannoc glances around the room, none of the other patrons seem out of place. Even this group of apparent out-of-towners seem like they belong, and certainly have the appearance of simple hunters. But...There's something off. You noticed how they all seemed annoyed when Gawain first approached, then a subtle exchange of glances as he mentioned your group's activities in the area.
"So what kind of suspicious activity are you lookin' for?"