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.
You've encountered no trouble so far, but this territory can be dangerous. Bandits and outlaws have been known to lurk along the trail.
OOC: Don't forget to introduce yourselves (in character) to the rest of the party. -Have you met each other before in other travels, or is this the first time you've come together? -How were you introduced to your patron Dwarf, Gundren Rockseeker? Is he an Old friend of yours? Maybe you owe him a favor? The party is sure curious. -How did you all come to an agreement to who will be sitting where in the caravan? Are you sitting in the front commanding the oxes? Someone has to hold their rein, otherwise they won't walk. There must be space in the back of the caravan, are you sitting among all the provisions of your dwarf friend? Or are you just stretching a bit, and walking alongside your group?
Please roll 1d10 to set the order we'll be posting in.
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“Spirit. In every language in all the Realms, surface and Underdark, in every time and every place, the word has a ring of strength and determination. It is the hero's strength, the mother's resilience and the poor man's armor. It cannot be broken and it cannot be taken away.”
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DM: Adventures in Phandalin [Khessa], The Dread of Strahd[Darya], Dragons of Stormwreck Isle [Rook], Baldur's Gate Mysteries [4-Player] Player: Oona in MO's Icewind Dale Ru's Current Status
Hello my name is Alexander Von Hellsing. I'm a male Tiefling Paladin, as you can clearly tell. I stand at 6 feet tall ( or 182.88 centimeters) with short black hair in a military cut. My horns curve like that of a ram with the tip of the left one broken off about an inch. My skin is dark red and my eyes are a solid gold color. Everything I wears is black.
“Spirit. In every language in all the Realms, surface and Underdark, in every time and every place, the word has a ring of strength and determination. It is the hero's strength, the mother's resilience and the poor man's armor. It cannot be broken and it cannot be taken away.”
It has been a few days since we left from Neverwinter. It has so far been uneventful as we now travel east along the Tribor Trail onward toward are destination of Phandalin. Hopefully we won't run into anyone wishing us harm and the weather holds. As soon as we get these supplies delivered to Barthen's Provisions we can get the ten gold owed to us. I still don't know what to think about my traveling companions. I've learned little of them over the last few days and have as of yet not seen how they would fare in combat.
One thing of note is that the nightmares have started again. It has been 5 years since the last one and I have no idea what could have triggered this latest one. It is the same as all the other ones, a hooded figure is standing in the hallway of the orphanage where I grew up. The hallway is on fire as the figure reaches out to me. There is a sudden and violent struggle as my vision goes dark. Hopefully they do not interfere with the current situation.
“Spirit. In every language in all the Realms, surface and Underdark, in every time and every place, the word has a ring of strength and determination. It is the hero's strength, the mother's resilience and the poor man's armor. It cannot be broken and it cannot be taken away.”
*Wolf Blade salutes*, "I hear there's a bit of gold to be found in this region, MI names Wolf Blade, a 130 year old Wood Elf Ranger. Spent my first 100 years in the Underdark being raised by Wild elves and dealing with the Drow, place still haunts me.. Suffer from nightmares myself, got a pipe n bit'o weed that might help a bit with that"
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The name's Eniallis. A wandering Half-Elf. Rockseeker is an old acquintance of mine. Helped me decipher an ancient text a bunch of years ago and only now I'm returning the favor. I met Alexander once before in a tavern, but I doubt he remembers me. Not everyone has such great memory as I do, I guess. He has changed a bit since I last saw him though. He looks a bit more troubled, but I can't say why. Maybe I'll talk to him about that later.
The rest of the party here though, are completely new faces. That ranger elf constantly smells of various types of weed. That gets on my nerves. I can't say much about the treasure hunter since I barely spoke to her. I hope we'll all get along well.
Token full-human again. Liathana thinks to herself as she casts a glance at the group. Odds are she is the one driving the oxen in the wagon if only to encourage the Tiefling to protect her. He seemed to be an experienced man and was quite armored too. Out of all of them, he was visually the most useful. The full-elf looked like a survivalist in her eyes, and the half-elf was definitely a magic sort-of guy. Not un-useful, but not people she could hide behind when the going got tough.
Wolf spoke up and introduced himself. Liathana thought she might do the same, "Name's Liathana d'Avenir. No, I don't know the origin of such a family name." Liathana chuckled lightly. Most humans, especially the ones obsessed with genealogy, would obsess over it, for it was quite strange. Aside from her father, from whom the name was bestowed, she had no clue as to what relatives she had with the same last name. She wondered if any of these folk would even pay it any mind. "I'm originally from Neverwinter. Gundren made it sound like there were big plans for Phandalin, and I want in."
Gundren and Liathana go back several years. Back when Liathana was a tavern wench trying to make ends meet. He was a somewhat regular customer of her's between his own adventures. When he approached her about the job, she almost thought she was dreaming! Gundren had been aloof about why he so urgently needed to hit up Phandalin, but she had a good reason to believe he may have stumbled upon something big. Something she would forcefully tag along for.
DM: Adventures in Phandalin [Khessa], The Dread of Strahd[Darya], Dragons of Stormwreck Isle [Rook], Baldur's Gate Mysteries [4-Player] Player: Oona in MO's Icewind Dale Ru's Current Status
Following the lead of the others, Eniallis speaks up: "Since we're all finally introducing ourselves, I'm Eniallis Hollimion, travelling researcher. I'm from Mehlalon, waaay north. It's been quite a journey to even get to Neverwinter after Gundren asked me if I could help."
Not wanting to feel left out by not introducing himself . "If anyone must know the name is Alexander Von Hellsing, I'm originally form the area around Waterdeep. It was mere chance that I'm on this job as I decided to take the job after seeing a help wanted post. Almost was too late to join you on the job. " By the way Eniallis, you look familiar. Have we met before?"
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“Spirit. In every language in all the Realms, surface and Underdark, in every time and every place, the word has a ring of strength and determination. It is the hero's strength, the mother's resilience and the poor man's armor. It cannot be broken and it cannot be taken away.”
"Oh yes, we have. I believe it was in a tavern some time ago, when a guy came in with a bunch of magical symbols carved into him. Although you do look more troubled these days."
"Do I? Life just seems to ride me hard, You don't need to worry about me, I can take care of myself. For now we need to watch out for trouble. You never know what is going to happen around the next bend in the road, all you can do is stay alert."
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“Spirit. In every language in all the Realms, surface and Underdark, in every time and every place, the word has a ring of strength and determination. It is the hero's strength, the mother's resilience and the poor man's armor. It cannot be broken and it cannot be taken away.”
You've been on the Triboar Trail for about half a day. As you come around a bend, you spot two dead horses sprawled about fifty feet ahead of you, blocking the path. Each has several black-feathered arrows sticking out of it. The woods press close to the trail here, with a steep embankment and dense thickets on either side.
OOC: Little apology for earlier when I asked you all to roll to determine the order of how we'd post. While roleplaying/Out of combat, there is no need to follow turns. You're all allowed to post as you see fit When you're nearing combat, that is the only place where I will ask to roll for Iniciative.
Seeing this Alexander calls out to Liathana. " Liathana stop the wagon, this looks like troubl. We all should be on the lookout for an ambush." Perception check: 7
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“Spirit. In every language in all the Realms, surface and Underdark, in every time and every place, the word has a ring of strength and determination. It is the hero's strength, the mother's resilience and the poor man's armor. It cannot be broken and it cannot be taken away.”
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Liathana pulled the reigns and steadied the wagon, thankful that they weren't marching at full speed, or else she wouldn't be sure she could handle slowing the oxen down. "Whoa!" She coaxed them with her voice. She looked ahead and saw the corpses of horses stuffed with arrows. This screamed bandit activity to her, though she couldn't be sure. She gave a quick look around, looking for signs of trouble.
Perception: 22
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DM: Adventures in Phandalin [Khessa], The Dread of Strahd[Darya], Dragons of Stormwreck Isle [Rook], Baldur's Gate Mysteries [4-Player] Player: Oona in MO's Icewind Dale Ru's Current Status
Alexander: Other than the dead horses blocking the path, you sense nothing else around you.
Wolf Blade: You walk towards the dead animals, crouch and manage to notice that the saddlebags have been looted. And nearby the bodies there’s an empty leather map case.
Eniallis/Liathana: There’re definitely creatures hiding within the woods. You detect 4 small humanoids. They seem to be focusing on your party member Wolf Blade, readying themselves to attack him!
Everyone Roll Iniciative please. Don't forget to add your modifier.
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Initiative: 5
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“Spirit. In every language in all the Realms, surface and Underdark, in every time and every place, the word has a ring of strength and determination. It is the hero's strength, the mother's resilience and the poor man's armor. It cannot be broken and it cannot be taken away.”
DM: Adventures in Phandalin [Khessa], The Dread of Strahd[Darya], Dragons of Stormwreck Isle [Rook], Baldur's Gate Mysteries [4-Player] Player: Oona in MO's Icewind Dale Ru's Current Status
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OOC: Don't forget to introduce yourselves (in character) to the rest of the party.
-Have you met each other before in other travels, or is this the first time you've come together?
-How were you introduced to your patron Dwarf, Gundren Rockseeker? Is he an Old friend of yours? Maybe you owe him a favor? The party is sure curious.
-How did you all come to an agreement to who will be sitting where in the caravan? Are you sitting in the front commanding the oxes? Someone has to hold their rein, otherwise they won't walk.
There must be space in the back of the caravan, are you sitting among all the provisions of your dwarf friend?
Or are you just stretching a bit, and walking alongside your group?
Please roll 1d10 to set the order we'll be posting in.
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“Spirit. In every language in all the Realms, surface and Underdark, in every time and every place, the word has a ring of strength and determination. It is the hero's strength, the mother's resilience and the poor man's armor. It cannot be broken and it cannot be taken away.”
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DM: Adventures in Phandalin [Khessa], The Dread of Strahd [Darya], Dragons of Stormwreck Isle [Rook], Baldur's Gate Mysteries [4-Player]
Player: Oona in MO's Icewind Dale
Ru's Current Status
Hello my name is Alexander Von Hellsing. I'm a male Tiefling Paladin, as you can clearly tell. I stand at 6 feet tall ( or 182.88 centimeters) with short black hair in a military cut. My horns curve like that of a ram with the tip of the left one broken off about an inch. My skin is dark red and my eyes are a solid gold color. Everything I wears is black.
“Spirit. In every language in all the Realms, surface and Underdark, in every time and every place, the word has a ring of strength and determination. It is the hero's strength, the mother's resilience and the poor man's armor. It cannot be broken and it cannot be taken away.”
From the journal of Alexander Von Hellsing.....
25, The month of Kythorn 1489,
It has been a few days since we left from Neverwinter. It has so far been uneventful as we now travel east along the Tribor Trail onward toward are destination of Phandalin. Hopefully we won't run into anyone wishing us harm and the weather holds. As soon as we get these supplies delivered to Barthen's Provisions we can get the ten gold owed to us. I still don't know what to think about my traveling companions. I've learned little of them over the last few days and have as of yet not seen how they would fare in combat.
One thing of note is that the nightmares have started again. It has been 5 years since the last one and I have no idea what could have triggered this latest one. It is the same as all the other ones, a hooded figure is standing in the hallway of the orphanage where I grew up. The hallway is on fire as the figure reaches out to me. There is a sudden and violent struggle as my vision goes dark. Hopefully they do not interfere with the current situation.
“Spirit. In every language in all the Realms, surface and Underdark, in every time and every place, the word has a ring of strength and determination. It is the hero's strength, the mother's resilience and the poor man's armor. It cannot be broken and it cannot be taken away.”
*Wolf Blade salutes*, "I hear there's a bit of gold to be found in this region, MI names Wolf Blade, a 130 year old Wood Elf Ranger. Spent my first 100 years in the Underdark being raised by Wild elves and dealing with the Drow, place still haunts me.. Suffer from nightmares myself, got a pipe n bit'o weed that might help a bit with that"
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The name's Eniallis. A wandering Half-Elf. Rockseeker is an old acquintance of mine. Helped me decipher an ancient text a bunch of years ago and only now I'm returning the favor. I met Alexander once before in a tavern, but I doubt he remembers me. Not everyone has such great memory as I do, I guess. He has changed a bit since I last saw him though. He looks a bit more troubled, but I can't say why. Maybe I'll talk to him about that later.
The rest of the party here though, are completely new faces. That ranger elf constantly smells of various types of weed. That gets on my nerves. I can't say much about the treasure hunter since I barely spoke to her. I hope we'll all get along well.
To be honest... I have no idea what I'm doing.
Token full-human again. Liathana thinks to herself as she casts a glance at the group. Odds are she is the one driving the oxen in the wagon if only to encourage the Tiefling to protect her. He seemed to be an experienced man and was quite armored too. Out of all of them, he was visually the most useful. The full-elf looked like a survivalist in her eyes, and the half-elf was definitely a magic sort-of guy. Not un-useful, but not people she could hide behind when the going got tough.
Wolf spoke up and introduced himself. Liathana thought she might do the same, "Name's Liathana d'Avenir. No, I don't know the origin of such a family name." Liathana chuckled lightly. Most humans, especially the ones obsessed with genealogy, would obsess over it, for it was quite strange. Aside from her father, from whom the name was bestowed, she had no clue as to what relatives she had with the same last name. She wondered if any of these folk would even pay it any mind. "I'm originally from Neverwinter. Gundren made it sound like there were big plans for Phandalin, and I want in."
Gundren and Liathana go back several years. Back when Liathana was a tavern wench trying to make ends meet. He was a somewhat regular customer of her's between his own adventures. When he approached her about the job, she almost thought she was dreaming! Gundren had been aloof about why he so urgently needed to hit up Phandalin, but she had a good reason to believe he may have stumbled upon something big. Something she would forcefully tag along for.
DM: Adventures in Phandalin [Khessa], The Dread of Strahd [Darya], Dragons of Stormwreck Isle [Rook], Baldur's Gate Mysteries [4-Player]
Player: Oona in MO's Icewind Dale
Ru's Current Status
Following the lead of the others, Eniallis speaks up: "Since we're all finally introducing ourselves, I'm Eniallis Hollimion, travelling researcher. I'm from Mehlalon, waaay north. It's been quite a journey to even get to Neverwinter after Gundren asked me if I could help."
To be honest... I have no idea what I'm doing.
Not wanting to feel left out by not introducing himself . "If anyone must know the name is Alexander Von Hellsing, I'm originally form the area around Waterdeep. It was mere chance that I'm on this job as I decided to take the job after seeing a help wanted post. Almost was too late to join you on the job. " By the way Eniallis, you look familiar. Have we met before?"
“Spirit. In every language in all the Realms, surface and Underdark, in every time and every place, the word has a ring of strength and determination. It is the hero's strength, the mother's resilience and the poor man's armor. It cannot be broken and it cannot be taken away.”
"Oh yes, we have. I believe it was in a tavern some time ago, when a guy came in with a bunch of magical symbols carved into him. Although you do look more troubled these days."
To be honest... I have no idea what I'm doing.
"Do I? Life just seems to ride me hard, You don't need to worry about me, I can take care of myself. For now we need to watch out for trouble. You never know what is going to happen around the next bend in the road, all you can do is stay alert."
“Spirit. In every language in all the Realms, surface and Underdark, in every time and every place, the word has a ring of strength and determination. It is the hero's strength, the mother's resilience and the poor man's armor. It cannot be broken and it cannot be taken away.”
OOC: Little apology for earlier when I asked you all to roll to determine the order of how we'd post.
While roleplaying/Out of combat, there is no need to follow turns. You're all allowed to post as you see fit
When you're nearing combat, that is the only place where I will ask to roll for Iniciative.
Seeing this Alexander calls out to Liathana. " Liathana stop the wagon, this looks like troubl. We all should be on the lookout for an ambush." Perception check: 7
“Spirit. In every language in all the Realms, surface and Underdark, in every time and every place, the word has a ring of strength and determination. It is the hero's strength, the mother's resilience and the poor man's armor. It cannot be broken and it cannot be taken away.”
"This can't not be a trap. Looks too perfectly laid out."
Perception check: 21
To be honest... I have no idea what I'm doing.
Liathana pulled the reigns and steadied the wagon, thankful that they weren't marching at full speed, or else she wouldn't be sure she could handle slowing the oxen down. "Whoa!" She coaxed them with her voice. She looked ahead and saw the corpses of horses stuffed with arrows. This screamed bandit activity to her, though she couldn't be sure. She gave a quick look around, looking for signs of trouble.
Perception: 22
DM: Adventures in Phandalin [Khessa], The Dread of Strahd [Darya], Dragons of Stormwreck Isle [Rook], Baldur's Gate Mysteries [4-Player]
Player: Oona in MO's Icewind Dale
Ru's Current Status
Wolf Blade walks closer to inspect the horse corpses, readying himself for a possible attack at any moment
PERCEPTION: 10
Alexander: Other than the dead horses blocking the path, you sense nothing else around you.
Wolf Blade: You walk towards the dead animals, crouch and manage to notice that the saddlebags have been looted. And nearby the bodies there’s an empty leather map case.
Eniallis/Liathana: There’re definitely creatures hiding within the woods. You detect 4 small humanoids. They seem to be focusing on your party member Wolf Blade, readying themselves to attack him!
Everyone Roll Iniciative please.
Don't forget to add your modifier.
Initiative: 5
“Spirit. In every language in all the Realms, surface and Underdark, in every time and every place, the word has a ring of strength and determination. It is the hero's strength, the mother's resilience and the poor man's armor. It cannot be broken and it cannot be taken away.”
Initiative: 9
DM: Adventures in Phandalin [Khessa], The Dread of Strahd [Darya], Dragons of Stormwreck Isle [Rook], Baldur's Gate Mysteries [4-Player]
Player: Oona in MO's Icewind Dale
Ru's Current Status