((Eldon has awaken with all his hit points. The rest all regain 1d8+their con modifier.))
Embarrassed, Lydia fumbles with some keys and then manages to unlock Fiz's shackles. "I am Lydia. This is my apothecary. I don't usually have to treat this many sick. It is good there were not more of you. When Lady Othmor had you brought in I was certain you were the first of an army that had been bested. We are all amazed that you took on a troll with just the few of you. Lady Othmor bid me care for you and has more than ensured that I have everything I need to help you heal. We are all in your debt. She told us that you also defeated the creature who has been stealing the children. You are our saviors."
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HP Regained: 3(6) HP.
It's anyone's guess as how soon Narrakas awakens, as the goblin almost instinctively took care to put on the act and stay relative still. Or try to, in anycase. But once things got a fair bit loud for a moment, he couldn't help snorting, and then with a pained hiss, rolled over to better view the room. "She'd be right. Though, we'z were a bit too late for the last couple."He says frankly. "For the record, a bit offended over here that you thought not to shackle me as well." He starts to chuckle, only to cough so much as to abandon the fort before long.
".... Names Narrakas, for owhat's worth."He then points over to Eldon. "Elton John... I think." He then moves his finger to Lord Foppington. "And that's, uh... His royal highness Floon Floppington. Now where's my drink." Narrakas starts patting down his person, and looking about the immediate area for his flask of 'The Decent Stuff'.
((Lydia has done some treating of the wounds, so I will say that the wounded condition is removed - however, in general one needs to get to full HP and rest for 10 minutes to remove wounded condition - for your future reference))
"My apologies," Lydia replies, "Lady Othmor vouched for you, Narrakas. Fiz - Fizkilk? She was uncertain about your allegiance, but saw you fighting the troll so we took the chance to heal you. The village is still a bit nervous of, well, orcs, this close to the Mere and its history."
Narrakas:
Narrakas finds that his person is considerably 'lighter' than he remembers. Looking about he sees a pile of some of his things at the foot of his bed. The flask is there, but the stones from the Cacodaemon are not.
Lydia pours Narrakas some clear fresh water from a stone pitcher. She then pours glasses for the rest. "Water is best while you recover. No need to worry. It has been cleansed of disease." She pours herself a glass and takes a sip, as much to ease her nerves as to prove that the water is safe.
Mardigan manages to get himself to a more upright position for a drink. "Thank you ma'am" takes a gulp "I might need to speak to this....Lady Othmor? Seems I am in need of a new caravan through this area. Mine was unfortunately not successful with the troll as was yours"
Lydia furrows her brow. "I am sorry about your caravan. You won't be able to speak to Lady Othmor here. She left with her caravan shortly after placing all of you in my charge." She then turns to a trunk along the wall, opens it, and withdraws a short, rectangular wooden box. She turns back and places the box on the table in the middle of the room between the beds. "She did leave this for all of you."
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Narrakas paused briefly in his search at the comment about being vouched for. But just as a grin started to form his expression turns into one of confusion, and then twisted further into a mask of barely contained rage as he brushed off the offered cup and snatched up his flask to greedily drink from its contents.
Fortitude Save(if needed): 21.
"Tch! Bids us throw ourselves at the wolves only to ditch us in the end. Typical."He mutters while forcing himself to sit up in his cot. "We... -I- had some gems on my person. Know anything about that? Or about how long we were out again?" He asks of Lydia pointedly.
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Lydia's eyebrow, disapprovingly raised when Narrakas eschews water for his flask, relaxes as she answers his questions. "You have been here with me for several hours. However long you were out before arriving here, I don't know. As for any gems or other items, you have what you were brought in with. Perhaps Lady Othmor left additional information in this." With her last words, she gestures toward the box she has laid upon the table.
"I can see you need some time to absorb all that had happened... And to heal. While I have treated your wounds, most of you likely could stand to rest some more. I shall leave you for now. Should you require anything, just ring this bell." She lifts a small bell which jingles cheerily. Putting it back down, she curtseys, turns, and exits the room.
Mardigan's curiosity begins to get the best of him. He makes his way to the table. Turns, looks at the rest of everyone. I don't know Lady Othmor from a hole in the ground, and for all I know this could be a trap, but this boxes contents is killing me.
Narrakas grumbles something underbreath along the lines "Better be a bonus for the gems" as tries to settle into a more comfortable seated position in his cot. "Unless that other lady just now is of a mind to play such games, I wouldn't worry of traps. Though her again ditch'n us here isn't pleasant, she's... alrighty enough that I doubt Lady Othmor would bother."He goes on to assure Mardigan, and had the contents of the box still seemed hard to view from seat, the goblin begrudgingly hops out of it and proceed to try peering over Mardigan's arm if need be for a better view.
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"No' likely its a trap" he agrees with narrakas, walking over to the table with a grimace "not bloody happy they attacked me though, even if they had reason a do so" he seems restless, unwilling to remain seated, and tries to keep on the opposite side of the table from the others "no problems b'tween us right?"
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The treasure box, a marvel of craftsmanship, sat before them, its presence commanding attention. Hewn from a dense hardwood, the box measured a mere foot in length, standing proud at four inches in both width and height. Its surface, deeply engraved and meticulously stained, bore the marks of a skilled artisan's labor. The air around it was tinged with the heady aroma of rich wood and oils, a testament to the quality of its make.
Reinforcement studs adorned its edges, gleaming subtly in the light, hinting at the strength that lay within. At the forefront, a sturdy latch awaited the embrace of a lock, though presently unoccupied. The latch, worn smooth by time and touch, swung freely open, granting access to the secrets hidden within.
With a gentle creak, the top yielded, hinging along the long back edge with the grace of a well-oiled mechanism.
At the very top lies a small, folded piece of parchment, sealed with wax bearing the Othmor crest. ((Those that would read the parchment)):
Adventurers,
In the wake of your victory against the vile creature that tormented this village, I extend my heartfelt congratulations. Your bravery and resilience have not gone unnoticed. I present to you the gems within this chest, a reward worthy of your heroics, as a token of our gratitude.
I witnessed your valiant struggle against the troll, and I must say, I was impressed. The two souls who fought alongside you displayed remarkable courage. I regret not being able to convey my compliments in person, hence this note. Enclosed, you'll find tokens of my esteem for each of you. If, for any reason, the additional companions do not survive or prove unworthy, divide the remaining tokens among yourselves.
Should your journey lead you to Saltmarsh, consider my interest piqued. A group of adventurers as capable as yours might find a purpose in the endeavors I undertake.
With admiration,
O
Immediately beneath the parchment lies a tray divided into three equal sections.
Each section contains gems amounting to 50 gp. (150gp total)
The tray can be lifted out of the box. Doing so exposes a recess below:
The recess below the tray of gems contains 5 silver ingots ((each worth 100 gp)). Each ingot is stamped with the Othmor crest and the letters S.O.
((You may now decide how you wish to proceed. At the very least, remaining to convalesce through the night should bring you back to full health. All of you also gain sufficient XP to reach level 2. Increase your characters accordingly and reset your XP to 0)).
after reading the note fizzkilk grunts with dissatisfaction. he doesnt trust this person one bit. the money might be useful, thats assuming it actually does get split up. the group with him seems fairly calm and accepting though, so that bodes well, maybe he should try and stick around. for now he will wait to see how the others react
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To answer your Question Fizzkilk, I have no issue with you, anyone who will fight by my side is a brother in my eyes. That being said, This Lady Othmor appears she may have work. I am between jobs now thanks to the troll. So if my sword can be of use, I would offer my hand. As for the rest of this treasure, not sure I deserve a cut. but I did loose my healers tools in the caravan.. If some could be use to purchase a new one I would be grateful. I leave the decisions up to you fine folk.
Eldon has been very out of it, but the sight of the treasure box stirs his interest. “That’s quite a lot. I wonder what she expects in return.”. He frowns, as the pain returns to his head and he lies back down.
For his part, Narrakas just shot Fizzkilk a confused look for the question, only to brush it off altogether in favor of snatching up the note as soon as it became available. Though it quickly becomes clear by how much squinting and how long it took him to be done with the note that reading might not be his forte. Even so, he eventually concludes the effort snorting and roughly pocketing the note assuming everyone else was done with it.
"Adventurers. Tch. As if..."He quietly grumbled while stuffing at least one of the bars into his pack. A hint of greed lights up his features as he eyes the rest. But after a moment or two, he grumbles again and says, "Well firstly, Elton, I'd say she expects us to think of her most favorably. 'cause this is a LOT of scratch. A. LOT! And considering we're just as much between jobs as Matty over there, heading to Saltmarsh might not be a bad idea with so generous a.. patron? Patron, yeah, uh, waiting there for us." The goblin crosses his arms and quietly grumbled as he consider the contents a bit more before again looking to the others. "On that note, I'm certainly going! And if you two--"He gestures to Fizzkilk and Mardigan. "-are so inclined to work with her, and by extension us, I'd say a bar and some of those gems can be a good sign on bonus, eh?" He suggests and gives just the widest grin.
"Granted, heh, Ya got your shit pushed in pretty bad by that troll, but... you two handled yerselves pretty well for a bit there! More importantly, ya didn't try to **** off and leave us as troll bait. So, if you're interested in a cut and joining this new little band of..." He scrunches up his face as if in disgust, but then as an idea hit him, smiled once more as held up a finger. "Traveling Entra-manuers of the martial variety! Yea, yea! Then, what you do with your cut is your business. So long as you'll be ready to march with us on the morrow for Saltmarsh. 'cause I doubt we'll find as lucrative work here, I'll tell ya. So... deal?"
Mardigan, returns to the box and takes one of the 3 compartments of gems. he then rings the bell. When Lydia returns, he asks. Would you be able to sell me a healers tools? he holds up a gem.
fizzkilk looks to narrakas "far more interested working with you than her. but yeah im happy to sign on. besides, i was willing ta fight the thing before ya showed up, would be pretty stupid ta push off when you showed up wouldnt it. bloody glad you did, woulda been the end of me had you not" he leaves the money alone for now "im good to march whenever" armor begins to build itself on him, an ornate breastplate, covered in spiraling vine patterns with sharp edges
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((Eldon has awaken with all his hit points. The rest all regain 1d8+their con modifier.))
Embarrassed, Lydia fumbles with some keys and then manages to unlock Fiz's shackles. "I am Lydia. This is my apothecary. I don't usually have to treat this many sick. It is good there were not more of you. When Lady Othmor had you brought in I was certain you were the first of an army that had been bested. We are all amazed that you took on a troll with just the few of you. Lady Othmor bid me care for you and has more than ensured that I have everything I need to help you heal. We are all in your debt. She told us that you also defeated the creature who has been stealing the children. You are our saviors."
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This Mug immediately shared with me a transcendental tale of an Infinite Mug that anchors the Universe and keeps it from folding in on itself. I filed this report under "illogical nonsense" and asked why its sign is in Times New Roman font, when it is basic knowledge that Arial Black is a far superior font. I wondered: How did this mug even get past the assembly line with its theistic beliefs and poor font choices?
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HP Regained: 3(6) HP.
It's anyone's guess as how soon Narrakas awakens, as the goblin almost instinctively took care to put on the act and stay relative still. Or try to, in anycase. But once things got a fair bit loud for a moment, he couldn't help snorting, and then with a pained hiss, rolled over to better view the room. "She'd be right. Though, we'z were a bit too late for the last couple." He says frankly. "For the record, a bit offended over here that you thought not to shackle me as well." He starts to chuckle, only to cough so much as to abandon the fort before long.
".... Names Narrakas, for owhat's worth." He then points over to Eldon. "Elton John... I think." He then moves his finger to Lord Foppington. "And that's, uh... His royal highness Floon Floppington. Now where's my drink." Narrakas starts patting down his person, and looking about the immediate area for his flask of 'The Decent Stuff'.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
((Lydia has done some treating of the wounds, so I will say that the wounded condition is removed - however, in general one needs to get to full HP and rest for 10 minutes to remove wounded condition - for your future reference))
"My apologies," Lydia replies, "Lady Othmor vouched for you, Narrakas. Fiz - Fizkilk? She was uncertain about your allegiance, but saw you fighting the troll so we took the chance to heal you. The village is still a bit nervous of, well, orcs, this close to the Mere and its history."
Narrakas:
Narrakas finds that his person is considerably 'lighter' than he remembers. Looking about he sees a pile of some of his things at the foot of his bed. The flask is there, but the stones from the Cacodaemon are not.
Lydia pours Narrakas some clear fresh water from a stone pitcher. She then pours glasses for the rest. "Water is best while you recover. No need to worry. It has been cleansed of disease." She pours herself a glass and takes a sip, as much to ease her nerves as to prove that the water is safe.
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Mardigan manages to get himself to a more upright position for a drink. "Thank you ma'am" takes a gulp "I might need to speak to this....Lady Othmor? Seems I am in need of a new caravan through this area. Mine was unfortunately not successful with the troll as was yours"
Lydia furrows her brow. "I am sorry about your caravan. You won't be able to speak to Lady Othmor here. She left with her caravan shortly after placing all of you in my charge." She then turns to a trunk along the wall, opens it, and withdraws a short, rectangular wooden box. She turns back and places the box on the table in the middle of the room between the beds. "She did leave this for all of you."
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Narrakas paused briefly in his search at the comment about being vouched for. But just as a grin started to form his expression turns into one of confusion, and then twisted further into a mask of barely contained rage as he brushed off the offered cup and snatched up his flask to greedily drink from its contents.
Fortitude Save(if needed): 21.
"Tch! Bids us throw ourselves at the wolves only to ditch us in the end. Typical." He mutters while forcing himself to sit up in his cot. "We... -I- had some gems on my person. Know anything about that? Or about how long we were out again?" He asks of Lydia pointedly.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Lydia's eyebrow, disapprovingly raised when Narrakas eschews water for his flask, relaxes as she answers his questions. "You have been here with me for several hours. However long you were out before arriving here, I don't know. As for any gems or other items, you have what you were brought in with. Perhaps Lady Othmor left additional information in this." With her last words, she gestures toward the box she has laid upon the table.
"I can see you need some time to absorb all that had happened... And to heal. While I have treated your wounds, most of you likely could stand to rest some more. I shall leave you for now. Should you require anything, just ring this bell." She lifts a small bell which jingles cheerily. Putting it back down, she curtseys, turns, and exits the room.
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Mardigan's curiosity begins to get the best of him. He makes his way to the table. Turns, looks at the rest of everyone. I don't know Lady Othmor from a hole in the ground, and for all I know this could be a trap, but this boxes contents is killing me.
I open the box....
Narrakas grumbles something underbreath along the lines "Better be a bonus for the gems" as tries to settle into a more comfortable seated position in his cot. "Unless that other lady just now is of a mind to play such games, I wouldn't worry of traps. Though her again ditch'n us here isn't pleasant, she's... alrighty enough that I doubt Lady Othmor would bother." He goes on to assure Mardigan, and had the contents of the box still seemed hard to view from seat, the goblin begrudgingly hops out of it and proceed to try peering over Mardigan's arm if need be for a better view.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
"No' likely its a trap" he agrees with narrakas, walking over to the table with a grimace "not bloody happy they attacked me though, even if they had reason a do so" he seems restless, unwilling to remain seated, and tries to keep on the opposite side of the table from the others "no problems b'tween us right?"
This Mug immediately shared with me a transcendental tale of an Infinite Mug that anchors the Universe and keeps it from folding in on itself. I filed this report under "illogical nonsense" and asked why its sign is in Times New Roman font, when it is basic knowledge that Arial Black is a far superior font. I wondered: How did this mug even get past the assembly line with its theistic beliefs and poor font choices?
quote from Romantically Apocalyptic by Vitaly S Alexius
The treasure box, a marvel of craftsmanship, sat before them, its presence commanding attention. Hewn from a dense hardwood, the box measured a mere foot in length, standing proud at four inches in both width and height. Its surface, deeply engraved and meticulously stained, bore the marks of a skilled artisan's labor. The air around it was tinged with the heady aroma of rich wood and oils, a testament to the quality of its make.
Reinforcement studs adorned its edges, gleaming subtly in the light, hinting at the strength that lay within. At the forefront, a sturdy latch awaited the embrace of a lock, though presently unoccupied. The latch, worn smooth by time and touch, swung freely open, granting access to the secrets hidden within.
With a gentle creak, the top yielded, hinging along the long back edge with the grace of a well-oiled mechanism.
At the very top lies a small, folded piece of parchment, sealed with wax bearing the Othmor crest. ((Those that would read the parchment)):
Adventurers,
In the wake of your victory against the vile creature that tormented this village, I extend my heartfelt congratulations. Your bravery and resilience have not gone unnoticed. I present to you the gems within this chest, a reward worthy of your heroics, as a token of our gratitude.
I witnessed your valiant struggle against the troll, and I must say, I was impressed. The two souls who fought alongside you displayed remarkable courage. I regret not being able to convey my compliments in person, hence this note. Enclosed, you'll find tokens of my esteem for each of you. If, for any reason, the additional companions do not survive or prove unworthy, divide the remaining tokens among yourselves.
Should your journey lead you to Saltmarsh, consider my interest piqued. A group of adventurers as capable as yours might find a purpose in the endeavors I undertake.
With admiration,
O
Immediately beneath the parchment lies a tray divided into three equal sections.
Each section contains gems amounting to 50 gp. (150gp total)
The tray can be lifted out of the box. Doing so exposes a recess below:
The recess below the tray of gems contains 5 silver ingots ((each worth 100 gp)). Each ingot is stamped with the Othmor crest and the letters S.O.
((You may now decide how you wish to proceed. At the very least, remaining to convalesce through the night should bring you back to full health. All of you also gain sufficient XP to reach level 2. Increase your characters accordingly and reset your XP to 0)).
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after reading the note fizzkilk grunts with dissatisfaction. he doesnt trust this person one bit. the money might be useful, thats assuming it actually does get split up. the group with him seems fairly calm and accepting though, so that bodes well, maybe he should try and stick around. for now he will wait to see how the others react
This Mug immediately shared with me a transcendental tale of an Infinite Mug that anchors the Universe and keeps it from folding in on itself. I filed this report under "illogical nonsense" and asked why its sign is in Times New Roman font, when it is basic knowledge that Arial Black is a far superior font. I wondered: How did this mug even get past the assembly line with its theistic beliefs and poor font choices?
quote from Romantically Apocalyptic by Vitaly S Alexius
To answer your Question Fizzkilk, I have no issue with you, anyone who will fight by my side is a brother in my eyes. That being said, This Lady Othmor appears she may have work. I am between jobs now thanks to the troll. So if my sword can be of use, I would offer my hand. As for the rest of this treasure, not sure I deserve a cut. but I did loose my healers tools in the caravan.. If some could be use to purchase a new one I would be grateful. I leave the decisions up to you fine folk.
Mardigan returns to his seat,
Eldon has been very out of it, but the sight of the treasure box stirs his interest. “That’s quite a lot. I wonder what she expects in return.”. He frowns, as the pain returns to his head and he lies back down.
For his part, Narrakas just shot Fizzkilk a confused look for the question, only to brush it off altogether in favor of snatching up the note as soon as it became available. Though it quickly becomes clear by how much squinting and how long it took him to be done with the note that reading might not be his forte. Even so, he eventually concludes the effort snorting and roughly pocketing the note assuming everyone else was done with it.
"Adventurers. Tch. As if..." He quietly grumbled while stuffing at least one of the bars into his pack. A hint of greed lights up his features as he eyes the rest. But after a moment or two, he grumbles again and says, "Well firstly, Elton, I'd say she expects us to think of her most favorably. 'cause this is a LOT of scratch. A. LOT! And considering we're just as much between jobs as Matty over there, heading to Saltmarsh might not be a bad idea with so generous a.. patron? Patron, yeah, uh, waiting there for us." The goblin crosses his arms and quietly grumbled as he consider the contents a bit more before again looking to the others. "On that note, I'm certainly going! And if you two--" He gestures to Fizzkilk and Mardigan. "-are so inclined to work with her, and by extension us, I'd say a bar and some of those gems can be a good sign on bonus, eh?" He suggests and gives just the widest grin.
"Granted, heh, Ya got your shit pushed in pretty bad by that troll, but... you two handled yerselves pretty well for a bit there! More importantly, ya didn't try to **** off and leave us as troll bait. So, if you're interested in a cut and joining this new little band of..." He scrunches up his face as if in disgust, but then as an idea hit him, smiled once more as held up a finger. "Traveling Entra-manuers of the martial variety! Yea, yea! Then, what you do with your cut is your business. So long as you'll be ready to march with us on the morrow for Saltmarsh. 'cause I doubt we'll find as lucrative work here, I'll tell ya. So... deal?"
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Deal!
Mardigan, returns to the box and takes one of the 3 compartments of gems. he then rings the bell. When Lydia returns, he asks. Would you be able to sell me a healers tools? he holds up a gem.
fizzkilk looks to narrakas "far more interested working with you than her. but yeah im happy to sign on. besides, i was willing ta fight the thing before ya showed up, would be pretty stupid ta push off when you showed up wouldnt it. bloody glad you did, woulda been the end of me had you not" he leaves the money alone for now "im good to march whenever" armor begins to build itself on him, an ornate breastplate, covered in spiraling vine patterns with sharp edges
This Mug immediately shared with me a transcendental tale of an Infinite Mug that anchors the Universe and keeps it from folding in on itself. I filed this report under "illogical nonsense" and asked why its sign is in Times New Roman font, when it is basic knowledge that Arial Black is a far superior font. I wondered: How did this mug even get past the assembly line with its theistic beliefs and poor font choices?
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