"how strong is the dragon really?" vidruth asks, then realizes what hes asking and shakes his head "i dont see how we are going to fix this honestly, diplomacy is out, combat, its a bloody dragon, maybe we heal him, then leave without him and hope we dont get lost?"
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Berry, always one to think unconventionally, suggests, "Maybe we could lure the dragon out, or wait until it leaves to hunt, and then collapse the tower somehow? If it likes perching up high, maybe it would return to a mountain? Though, I'm not sure how we could destabilize or outright destroy it quickly. And then there's the matter of its cultists, who would probably oppose such a plan."
It's not so much that he's too wounded to speak. Reidoth, you learn over the next two hours, is a man of few words. When he speaks, his sentences are brief and to the point. But you can tell that he’d rather not be making sentences at all.
Marten feels a great kinship with the laconic druid. 🙊 🙂 He listens intently and keeps Reidoth talking by asking specific questions to get more details from the man. He'll also share some food and water with Reidoth if the druid is well enough to eat.
(OOC: Since the conversation takes two hours, I guess we can also mark off a short rest in case anyone needed one.)
When the volcano erupted a hundred miles to the north, this was the only inhabitation ruined by the falling ash.
"A volcano!", Marten exclaims. He had heard stories of volcanoes before, but he always thought that they sounded like exaggerated tall tales. He makes a soft whistling sound in amazement and says, "I reckon that explains all the ash 'n' th' dead forest wi' shiny black boulders." Marten is glad to hear that the monsters they killed weren't Reidoth's creations, but he doesn't like this talk of unnatural forces.
Once Marten hears that there's a dragon in Thundertree, he understands the strange noises and big shadow that they heard when they first entered Reidoth's cottage. But now he's intensely anxious for Nala. He figured that if a zombie or one of the plant monsters wandered far enough outside of Thundertree to find her, she would break her lead and outrun them. But if a hungry dragon is flying around...!
If they're staying in Thundertree any longer, Marten first wants to walk back to get Nala and bring her quietly into Thundertree so that they can stable her somewhere where the dragon won't find her: either here in Reidoth's cottage or in the Brown Horse Inn (where they defeated the zombies).
Responding to Berry's question, Marten says, "I reckon Reidoth meant th' plants here in th' cottage, like this ivy guardin' th' door." He's not sure whether the ivy is sentient, so he gives it a polite nod.
Marten expresses confidence that he could find the Cragmaw Castle based on Reidoth's directions. He's not confident that he could successfully navigate a direct route from Thundertree through the Neverwinter Wood. He says, "I've never really been in that forest, but I'm willin' t' try it. Even if we get lost, I reckon we could walk west 'til we get out o' th' Wood." But it doesn't sound like there's much chance of getting lost if they take the "long way" back down to the Triboar Trail and then east and north to the castle from there. It seems like it would add a day or two to the hike, but the direct route might prove longer if they lose their way.
Once the conversation turns to the green dragon, Marten says, "A real dragon! Imagine that!" There are many famous stories involving dragons, of course, but Marten has never seen one with his own eyes. Not even off in the distance. You can tell that he's curious to see it...at least at a "safe" viewing distance.
(OOC: Does Marten know anything about green dragons and their abilities? (Nature24)) Marten just listens to the talk about what to do about the dragon, not giving an opinion on how to handle that 'obstacle' at first.
Regarding the "cultists," Marten says, "I reckon th' dragon would as soon eat 'em! But they could be 'useful idiots' for th' dragon 'n' spoil any plan we make. If we're goin' t' treat with th' dragon, we should deal with th' cultists first."
The servant of Tymora smiled a bit bashfully, pleased his spell had helped, no matter how little. Over the course of their short rest, he offers several more times to heal the druid, nearly fussing like a mother. He eventually gives the druid space to rest, and busies himself helping to water the plants as requested.
The story of Thundertree was intruiging. The arcane volcanic disaster explained the zombies, though Perrin was genuinely surprised the plant creatures weren't Reidoth's doing.
Perrin swallowed hard at the mention of a dragon. Curious, he thought black dragons spat acid, not green, though Reidoth's injuries could have come from any number of sources. Come to think of it, he wasn't sure he even knew what green dragons spat. He looked at Marten or Vidrth, hopefully. The former had some sort of tracker cunning, while the latter was clearly learned in some fashion.
"I'm inclined to agree with Vidruth's assessment. I doubt we'd be able to stand against a dragon without ending up like Reidoth. I'm inclined to brave the forest. The cultists, as Marten says, might be the path of least resistance, though I'm still worried about how much of an advantage that'd give us against such a beast. Barring a sign from Tymora or the promise of outrageous fortune, I'm inclined to avoid the dragon. Reidoth clearly needs help, but I'm not entirely sure why. Thundertree seems as good a place as any for a dragon to lair, away from civilization, more or less. If it's that much of a problem, this Emerald Enclave can send an army of their own. Oh, and what's the Emerald Enclave?"
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(during said short rest, vidruth will spend a hit die 6, and also use arcane recovery to regain the second level slot he used for maximillians earthen grasp earlier)
vidruth sighs, again, its clearly becoming a habit of his
"depending on the size i might be able to hold it briefly" he offers "but then, depending on size we could fight it, and if we are wrong we all die, and possibly annoy it enough it goes off to kill more people, the cultists i suspect we could fight and beat, cant be that much worse than the redbrands" he narrows his eyes, thinking "i reckon the dragon needs to die, i also reckon thats a job for better prepared and armed people, i would like to get a look at it, but then we had best head off along the longer route"
(rolled arcana to see what he remembers about green dragons in general, 11, nature would also be an 11, but history would be a 9)
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"how strong is the dragon really?" vidruth asks, then realizes what hes asking and shakes his head "i dont see how we are going to fix this honestly, diplomacy is out, combat, its a bloody dragon, maybe we heal him, then leave without him and hope we dont get lost?"
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
Berry, always one to think unconventionally, suggests, "Maybe we could lure the dragon out, or wait until it leaves to hunt, and then collapse the tower somehow? If it likes perching up high, maybe it would return to a mountain? Though, I'm not sure how we could destabilize or outright destroy it quickly. And then there's the matter of its cultists, who would probably oppose such a plan."
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Marten feels a great kinship with the laconic druid. 🙊 🙂 He listens intently and keeps Reidoth talking by asking specific questions to get more details from the man. He'll also share some food and water with Reidoth if the druid is well enough to eat.
(OOC: Since the conversation takes two hours, I guess we can also mark off a short rest in case anyone needed one.)
"A volcano!", Marten exclaims. He had heard stories of volcanoes before, but he always thought that they sounded like exaggerated tall tales. He makes a soft whistling sound in amazement and says, "I reckon that explains all the ash 'n' th' dead forest wi' shiny black boulders." Marten is glad to hear that the monsters they killed weren't Reidoth's creations, but he doesn't like this talk of unnatural forces.
Once Marten hears that there's a dragon in Thundertree, he understands the strange noises and big shadow that they heard when they first entered Reidoth's cottage. But now he's intensely anxious for Nala. He figured that if a zombie or one of the plant monsters wandered far enough outside of Thundertree to find her, she would break her lead and outrun them. But if a hungry dragon is flying around...!
Marten just listens to the talk about what to do about the dragon, not giving an opinion on how to handle that 'obstacle' at first.
The servant of Tymora smiled a bit bashfully, pleased his spell had helped, no matter how little. Over the course of their short rest, he offers several more times to heal the druid, nearly fussing like a mother. He eventually gives the druid space to rest, and busies himself helping to water the plants as requested.
The story of Thundertree was intruiging. The arcane volcanic disaster explained the zombies, though Perrin was genuinely surprised the plant creatures weren't Reidoth's doing.
Perrin swallowed hard at the mention of a dragon. Curious, he thought black dragons spat acid, not green, though Reidoth's injuries could have come from any number of sources. Come to think of it, he wasn't sure he even knew what green dragons spat. He looked at Marten or Vidrth, hopefully. The former had some sort of tracker cunning, while the latter was clearly learned in some fashion.
"I'm inclined to agree with Vidruth's assessment. I doubt we'd be able to stand against a dragon without ending up like Reidoth. I'm inclined to brave the forest. The cultists, as Marten says, might be the path of least resistance, though I'm still worried about how much of an advantage that'd give us against such a beast. Barring a sign from Tymora or the promise of outrageous fortune, I'm inclined to avoid the dragon. Reidoth clearly needs help, but I'm not entirely sure why. Thundertree seems as good a place as any for a dragon to lair, away from civilization, more or less. If it's that much of a problem, this Emerald Enclave can send an army of their own. Oh, and what's the Emerald Enclave?"
(during said short rest, vidruth will spend a hit die 6, and also use arcane recovery to regain the second level slot he used for maximillians earthen grasp earlier)
vidruth sighs, again, its clearly becoming a habit of his
"depending on the size i might be able to hold it briefly" he offers "but then, depending on size we could fight it, and if we are wrong we all die, and possibly annoy it enough it goes off to kill more people, the cultists i suspect we could fight and beat, cant be that much worse than the redbrands" he narrows his eyes, thinking "i reckon the dragon needs to die, i also reckon thats a job for better prepared and armed people, i would like to get a look at it, but then we had best head off along the longer route"
(rolled arcana to see what he remembers about green dragons in general, 11, nature would also be an 11, but history would be a 9)
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