Sildar, despite his obvious ill-health, insists on seeing to lodgings first of all. Down the main road you head and in no more than a few minutes, you reach the center of town, and there, the large, newly built roadhouse of fieldstone and rough-hewn timbers with an “ALE & LODGINGS” sign hanging over its door. The music you heard from afar, a pair of viols and a drum, syncopates merrily within.
Marten is happy to be returning a place he recognizes.
He thanks Sildar: "Thank 'e for the rooms, Sildar. Much obliged."
The appearance of Elsa clams him up again, and he simply nods at the woman. When Toblen Stonehill asks about sharing rooms, he says, "I'm a'right with doublin' up with another one o' the fellas from my group."
He waits there until Stonehill or one of his works shows them the group's rooms. While he waits, he takes a look around the public area to see whether he recognizes anyone from their previous stay at the Inn two nights ago or whether anyone seems to notice or react to him and the half-orc. Perception14
"reckon i could double up if needed" vidruth shrugs "ive slept in far smaller than two to a room in your fine establishment" vidruth frowns, generally unhappy with how dangerous life has suddenly become, it has led to him making great strides in his casting at least, a shattering bolt of ice, and a simple barrier, castable in the split second between a sword being swing, and making contact with him, he feels that should help with getting grievously wounded as often.
he spins water from his waterskin in twisting configurations around his hand, no reason not to practice his magic and it helps him concentrate, he needs to think the last few days over and make a choice
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You walk toward the Shrine, and in a moment, you are at the porch of, and face-to-face with, the large woman with the crossbow. She raises her weapon, pointing it at the goblins which sneer and glower at her. Her voice, a full-bodied contralto, carries across the green.
Kiselina moves to the front and positions himself as best he can between the crossbows and the goblins.
He gives a quick look over his shoulder to Daphyra, hoping for some guidance, then the other side to Nosam and Berry expecting some assistance and help in dissuading the forming mob before he begins to address their concerns.
Berry remains with the goblins and pulls the rope tighter that binds their manacles together and that let him lead them. He wants to give the impression that the goblins are well secured and that they won't escape or pose a threat. Kiselina gave a great speech and if he, Berry, needed any convincing why they bother taking the goblins along, it surely was working on him. Only he wasn't the target audience. He shoots glances around to see how the crowd takes in Kiselina's words.
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Daphyra steps up behind Kiselina and places a hand on his shoulder, casting Guidance.
She looks sympathetically at Chrissie, but her sympathy is tempered by disapproval of her intent to kill helpless prisoners. She adds her voice to Kiselina's.
"These creatures are within our custody and will remain so. I understand your grief, Mistress, but we have the matter well in hand. The Goddess keep you safe."
As Kiselina speaks, the townsfolk at the edge of the green move in closer, entranced by the paladin’s power of oration (OOC: such a solid presentation I won’t make you roll for success.). When Kiselina names Gundren and Sildar as victims of goblin capture, one townsman shouts out, “Ach! They’re takin prisoners now??,” yet while several onlookers seem to recognize the names, others do not.
At the edge of the green, a young man disappears into a largish structure with sturdy stone walls and a bell tower in back. It isn’t until Kiselina’s oration is complete and his questions posed to the woman called Chrissie that the young man returns, leading a newcomer, who inserts himself with many an “Ahem!,” into the dialogue.
“Ahem! I am Harbin Wester, Townmaster of Phandalin. Now listen here… oh, I see what is this?? … Goblins? Here in Phandalin… Why I… What is the meaning of this??”
The townmaster is a very rotund middle-aged man, well dressed except that his embroidered vest is buttoned incorrectly.
If Kiselina summarizes his prior remarks, a few supportive words are added by the townsfolk, whom he seems to have won over.
As Wester listens to Kiselina, the town master frowns, his mouth forming a huge upside-down U. He casts his glance about by rolling his head almost like a pestle crushing herbs in a mortar, and looking at all speakers, eyes opened wide and glaring, finally rests his gaze directly upon Kiselina. Or rather rests it on a point at his own eye level on Kiselina’s chest.
“Taking prisoners?? I have never heard such a thing! Goblins are stupid, evil-doing creatures. Sildar Hallwinter… is back in Phandalin? Why… it is a miracle and heard welcomely by these ears of the town’s leader upon my head! And you wish to detain me?? No, you wish to detain these goblins?? Aye, yes, yes, I say. Yes, the town’s jail has bars strong and locks quite strong, and an odor quite strong too which will suit these green bandits perfectly! Yes!!”
He turns to address the crowd. “We will show no mercy and keep these goblins behind bars until Gurden Croc Eater is rediscovered! Eh?? Yes, Gunderland Rockseeker, that is what I said! Now… BAILIFF!!,” he yells, and the young man who had earlier fetched the town master and had been hidden since the entrance of Harbin Wester by the girth of Harbin Wester until now, steps from behind Harbin Wester and leaps forward with a half salute.
“Bailiff!,” Wester repeats, “Take this pair of evil-doers in! Chain them! Insure their captivity is done with alacrity and… and, autocracy!”
The bailiff makes a face as if he has eaten something sour, but simply nods, and leads Berry and the goblins into the town hall, where in the back, under the bell tower, is a pair of jail cells. The goblins are locked within and left with water and bowls of gruel.
“All right!,” Wester says as the goblins are led away, his voice carrying while he waves shooingly at the townsfolk. “Back to what you were doing, my humble townspeople! Phandalin is safe and secure!” He returns into the big house, putting off any entreaties to speak with him. “Tis late! The wife awaits my imbinite return! Call on me at tea time tomorrow, Sir Knight. I have… a proposal for one such as you with both strength of muscle and of mential.”
Marten (and Vidruth, too) does indeed recognize, or thinks he recognizes, from two nights ago, some of the faces in the room among the townspeople eating, drinking ale, and enjoying the music.
There is Elsa, clearing empties and bringing out full pints and plates, smiling brightly to the guests or saying something clever that makes them chuckle.
Toblen Stonehill remains at the narrow counter, tucking into his barley stew, tapping to the music, and examining a ledger.
Also in the dining room, you see an older farmer sipping ale, and a solid-looking woman somewhat coal-smudged, a miner one might guess, both because of the smudge and her simple overalls. Another woman you don’t recognize is playing one of the viols, and you notice her, after finishing a tune, walk behind the inn’s counter, where Toblen Stonehill is bent over looking for another ledger. She slaps Toblen Stonehill lightly on the rear, and when he pops up indignant, he smiles and they smooch; she then goes back to the little stage, but not before stopping at a side table where a boy of seven or eight summers is writing in a notebook. She smiles approvingly and roughs his hair, then starts a new tune on her viol.
There is another woman in the room, in her thirties, with a shawl, delicately woven in a simple floral pattern, fastened around her shoulders, and bountiful, dark hair pinned up in a chignon at the back of her neck, sipping a light ale and eating a farmer's salad. More townsfolk are also there, but they seem rather nondescript.
(Dropping his voice again, he address Misses Chrissie directly.) “I am sorry for your loss, My Lady. How long has your Hal been gone now? What did he do in life for a living? Was he on the Triboar trail when he sacrificed his life to the raiders? I know our actions against the goblins doesn’t satiate your desire for vengeance, but killing our prisoners right now might harm our chances to reunite the Rockseeker brothers with their kin.”
After the townmaster leaves, Kiselina can ascertain from Mrs. Chrissie that the man across the street was likely correct, that Mrs. Chrissie’s husband Hal had indeed recently disappeared, it is true, but it was after an argument in which she was being, in Kiselina’s judgement, quite unreasonable. Indeed, the woman’s foul temper and unkind temperament are rather obvious after a few minutes of speaking with her.
Daphyra steps up behind Kiselina and places a hand on his shoulder, casting Guidance.
She looks sympathetically at Chrissie, but her sympathy is tempered by disapproval of her intent to kill helpless prisoners. She adds her voice to Kiselina's.
"These creatures are within our custody and will remain so. I understand your grief, Mistress, but we have the matter well in hand. The Goddess keep you safe."
She bows her head and is about to move on.
The woman sniffs, or rather, snorts, at Daphyra and is about to say something lacking in both wisdom and good taste when Kiselina begins his speech.
Kiselina indeed recaps his major points to Harbin, taking in all the town master is. He makes a mental note that he should stop by after tea time. “What time is that exactly, I’ll figure it out later” he thinks to himself. Just another stop to make before we head out, along with the smith about the bracers, but that’s for tomorrow. “Master Sildar should be along shortly, then we can continue to the shrine and see to his ailment before we retire to the inn for the night.”
The knight waits for sister Garaele with the others near the shrine. He gives a silent prayer to the goddess of luck and thanks her for any unseen assistance the group has had to date. He quickly adds a request on behalf of Sildar.
Marten (and Vidruth, too) does indeed recognize, or thinks he recognizes, from two nights ago, some of the faces in the room among the townspeople eating, drinking ale, and enjoying the music.
Unfortunately, this is no task for the shy scout. No longer among a group of companions whom he already knows, Marten's regular reticence returns. He's too shy to approach strangers himself, especially the women-folk! If Toblen Stonehill has a spare moment, he asks the innkeeper about the farmer, the miner, and the woman with the chignon. He's just trying to learn their names a little bit about them so that he can share with the others when they return.
Once they've been shown to their rooms, Marten leaves most of his gear and weapons there. (As before, he keeps his pouches on him and hides one of his daggers in its sheath toward his back, under his cloak.) Then he'll return to the common room and find a table where he can wait for the party to return before ordering dinner and drink.
vidruth follows martens lead, and for much the same reason. and like marten, he too leaves most of his gear in his room but retains a hidden weapon, his component pouch, which he has combined with his coinpouch in order to avoid having to leave it behind.
"it would be best for us never to be sent to gather information or speak with people for any toher purpose" he considers aloud to marten in a low tone as they both sit down,ordering a pitcher of water for the table but not touching it
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"it would be best for us never to be sent to gather information or speak with people for any toher purpose" he considers aloud to marten in a low tone as they both sit down,ordering a pitcher of water for the table but not touching it
Marten agrees: "Well now--I suppose y're right. I can talk with friends 'n' my kinfolk. 'specially if it's about--y'know--a job that needs to be done. But talkin' to a stranger?!" He looks horrified at the mere thought of it.
“Now that’s taken care of,” Berry announces when he returns from escorting the goblins to their cells. “If it weren’t for your speech, I think they might have lynched us along with them goblins,” Berry adds to Kiselina in a more subtle tone. “These people seem rather nervous and on edge, I would have thought inside town it would be safe but judging from their demeanor, we’ll better keep our guard up while walking these streets.” Berry walks along to the shrine and offers a silver coin to Tymora with a broad smile. There he remains until they reunite with Sildar.
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Now that the prisoners are dropped off and the rooms are handled Nosam decides it best that he go ahead and retire for the night. He plays the interactions with the various folk over in his head on his way to his room and cannot shake the feeling of uneasiness. A few days ago the vibe was much different and now it feels on the brink of hostility. He ponders as he lies down in the warm bed, "this all can't be from a couple goblins, can it?"
The words have barely exited Marten’s mouth as he and Vidruth, ill at ease, scan the strangers in the common room when he notices that the table at which the lad had, only a moment ago, sat writing in a journal, is now vacant. Perhaps out of curiosity, you look around, and are surprised to see him standing immediately beside you — he must have been hidden behind Elsa a moment ago when she passed your table.
“Hi!,” the lad announces, “Are those your real teeth??,” he asks Vidruth. “Mine are big too, kids sometimes tease me, see?”
He smiles, or grimaces, like a mannequin in a dentist’s chair, and you notice that his teeth are indeed, not square like kernels of corn, but rather longish like baby white carrots. But noticing this, it occurs to you that the innkeeper, Toblen Stonehill, also possesses a powerful jaw. Indeed, the resemblance is immediate.
If you look to the woman who had tousled his hair, playing her viol, her eyes are on yours. But they flick between you and the lad and she winks a smile and nods permission without dropping a note.
DAPHYRA, KISELINA, BERRY & NOSAM
By the time Berry returns and Daphyra has knocked on the door of Sister Garaele, you see Sildar making his way down the street toward the shrine. He bows slightly to the goddess of luck, but in so doing, loses his balance. One of you perhaps offers an arm, and as the Sister beckons you to do, deposits him within her small but comfortable home. She begins to see to his condition, eying him closely.
“It is good you came here,” she breathes, rather apprehensively, “I must start on him right away.”
She turns to Daphyra.
“If you will assist me?”
To the others, she bids good night, and soon enough, you find yourselves joining Marten and Vidruth in the Inn’s common room with the townsfolk I detailed a few posts back.
The words have barely exited Marten’s mouth as he and Vidruth, ill at ease, scan the strangers in the common room when he notices that the table at which the lad had, only a moment ago, sat writing in a journal, is now vacant. Perhaps out of curiosity, you look around, and are surprised to see him standing immediately beside you — he must have been hidden behind Elsa a moment ago when she passed your table.
“Hi!,” the lad announces, “Are those your real teeth??,” he asks Vidruth. “Mine are big too, kids sometimes tease me, see?”
He smiles, or grimaces, like a mannequin in a dentist’s chair, and you notice that his teeth are indeed, not square like kernels of corn, but rather longish like baby white carrots. But noticing this, it occurs to you that the innkeeper, Toblen Stonehill, also possesses a powerful jaw. Indeed, the resemblance is immediate.
If you look to the woman who had tousled his hair, playing her viol, her eyes are on yours. But they flick between you and the lad and she winks a smile and nods permission without dropping a note.
Marten is a little more comfortable one-on-one, and this boy reminds him of his nephew. Marten recovers from his surprise at the boy's sudden appearance. He looks around for the boy's mother (he assumes), but seeing that she's already in the middle of a new tune, he realizes that she won't be coming to collect the boy. Flustered by her wink for a moment, Marten says, "Well, now!" He fixes his attention on the boy again and says in a kindly, teasing tone, "Sure 'n' yer old enough to know that ye can't start a conversation without intr'ductions! Who might you be, laddie?"
“I’m glad to know that I can leave Sildar in your capable hands,” says Berry to the priestess and Kiselina, equally. “I’ll be in the inn if you need me for anything,” he adds and turns to leave.
In the tavern, he passes Toblen and with a friendly salute since he already knows about the arrangements by Sildar. He scans the room to locate his companions and finds them in the company of a young man that’s probably Berry’s size. He hurries over to their table, taps the boy’s left shoulder only to pass quickly on his right hand side and claims a seat. “I see you’re making friends! Good job. Outside folks are edgy for one reason or another. Any friend is progress in my book. Now, who’s the lad? He’s coming with us?” He says jokingly.
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"they are lad" vidruth replies "i got em from being half orc. im vidruth who're you?" he nods as the others arrive "we arent bringing a kid to hunt goblins" he blurts out, before catching himself when he realizes its a joke "ah, that's my bad, dont always notice when people're jesting and when they are serious" since the others are here now he orders a heavy stew, something filling that will keep him going for a good couple hours into the morning if he has to leave in a hurry
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“I’m Pip,” the lad replies to Marten, perhaps slightly less at ease. “It’s short for Philip. But people call me Pip. I didn’t mean to be rude,” he continues, still smiling, “cuz my pop says some people are easier talking when no one knows anyone’s name. But now I should ask yours too, Mister…?,” he finishes, eyes bright again.
“Hi, Mister Vidruth,” the lad replies to the half-orc’s introduction. “Well it’s nice to meet someone I’ve got sumpin in common with, especially after Carp — he’s my friend, sort of — been teasing me about my teeth.”
The boy falls for, then laughs at Berry’s prank, but his eyes widen at Vidruth’s statement.
“Goblins! You’re hunting goblins? Whoooaaaa!,” he says in a conspiratorial whisper, trying to look nonchalant when his mother catches his eye. “I’ve never even seen a goblin. Are they scary?”
Marten is happy to be returning a place he recognizes.
He thanks Sildar: "Thank 'e for the rooms, Sildar. Much obliged."
The appearance of Elsa clams him up again, and he simply nods at the woman. When Toblen Stonehill asks about sharing rooms, he says, "I'm a'right with doublin' up with another one o' the fellas from my group."
He waits there until Stonehill or one of his works shows them the group's rooms. While he waits, he takes a look around the public area to see whether he recognizes anyone from their previous stay at the Inn two nights ago or whether anyone seems to notice or react to him and the half-orc. Perception 14
"reckon i could double up if needed" vidruth shrugs "ive slept in far smaller than two to a room in your fine establishment" vidruth frowns, generally unhappy with how dangerous life has suddenly become, it has led to him making great strides in his casting at least, a shattering bolt of ice, and a simple barrier, castable in the split second between a sword being swing, and making contact with him, he feels that should help with getting grievously wounded as often.
he spins water from his waterskin in twisting configurations around his hand, no reason not to practice his magic and it helps him concentrate, he needs to think the last few days over and make a choice
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Berry remains with the goblins and pulls the rope tighter that binds their manacles together and that let him lead them. He wants to give the impression that the goblins are well secured and that they won't escape or pose a threat. Kiselina gave a great speech and if he, Berry, needed any convincing why they bother taking the goblins along, it surely was working on him. Only he wasn't the target audience. He shoots glances around to see how the crowd takes in Kiselina's words.
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Daphyra steps up behind Kiselina and places a hand on his shoulder, casting Guidance.
She looks sympathetically at Chrissie, but her sympathy is tempered by disapproval of her intent to kill helpless prisoners. She adds her voice to Kiselina's.
"These creatures are within our custody and will remain so. I understand your grief, Mistress, but we have the matter well in hand. The Goddess keep you safe."
She bows her head and is about to move on.
Past characters:
Cariadne - Forest of Celador
Daphyra Fuffletail - The City of Cats
DM - Geek Legends - Wild beyond the Witchlight
Leela Steadystone - Adventures in the Sands
Mirri Goldenhorn - Journeys through the Radiant Citadel
Lola Smythe-Whyte - Larkin Expedition
Daphyra - Deathworld: Lost Mine of Phandelver
Vanja - Binder's Hold and the Problem with the Mine
NOSAM, KISELINA, BERRY, DAPHYRA, SNIK & SCAB
As Kiselina speaks, the townsfolk at the edge of the green move in closer, entranced by the paladin’s power of oration (OOC: such a solid presentation I won’t make you roll for success.). When Kiselina names Gundren and Sildar as victims of goblin capture, one townsman shouts out, “Ach! They’re takin prisoners now??,” yet while several onlookers seem to recognize the names, others do not.
At the edge of the green, a young man disappears into a largish structure with sturdy stone walls and a bell tower in back. It isn’t until Kiselina’s oration is complete and his questions posed to the woman called Chrissie that the young man returns, leading a newcomer, who inserts himself with many an “Ahem!,” into the dialogue.
“Ahem! I am Harbin Wester, Townmaster of Phandalin. Now listen here… oh, I see what is this?? … Goblins? Here in Phandalin… Why I… What is the meaning of this??”
The townmaster is a very rotund middle-aged man, well dressed except that his embroidered vest is buttoned incorrectly.
If Kiselina summarizes his prior remarks, a few supportive words are added by the townsfolk, whom he seems to have won over.
As Wester listens to Kiselina, the town master frowns, his mouth forming a huge upside-down U. He casts his glance about by rolling his head almost like a pestle crushing herbs in a mortar, and looking at all speakers, eyes opened wide and glaring, finally rests his gaze directly upon Kiselina. Or rather rests it on a point at his own eye level on Kiselina’s chest.
“Taking prisoners?? I have never heard such a thing! Goblins are stupid, evil-doing creatures. Sildar Hallwinter… is back in Phandalin? Why… it is a miracle and heard welcomely by these ears of the town’s leader upon my head! And you wish to detain me?? No, you wish to detain these goblins?? Aye, yes, yes, I say. Yes, the town’s jail has bars strong and locks quite strong, and an odor quite strong too which will suit these green bandits perfectly! Yes!!”
He turns to address the crowd. “We will show no mercy and keep these goblins behind bars until Gurden Croc Eater is rediscovered! Eh?? Yes, Gunderland Rockseeker, that is what I said! Now… BAILIFF!!,” he yells, and the young man who had earlier fetched the town master and had been hidden since the entrance of Harbin Wester by the girth of Harbin Wester until now, steps from behind Harbin Wester and leaps forward with a half salute.
“Bailiff!,” Wester repeats, “Take this pair of evil-doers in! Chain them! Insure their captivity is done with alacrity and… and, autocracy!”
The bailiff makes a face as if he has eaten something sour, but simply nods, and leads Berry and the goblins into the town hall, where in the back, under the bell tower, is a pair of jail cells. The goblins are locked within and left with water and bowls of gruel.
“All right!,” Wester says as the goblins are led away, his voice carrying while he waves shooingly at the townsfolk. “Back to what you were doing, my humble townspeople! Phandalin is safe and secure!” He returns into the big house, putting off any entreaties to speak with him. “Tis late! The wife awaits my imbinite return! Call on me at tea time tomorrow, Sir Knight. I have… a proposal for one such as you with both strength of muscle and of mential.”
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MARTEN & VIDRUTH
Marten (and Vidruth, too) does indeed recognize, or thinks he recognizes, from two nights ago, some of the faces in the room among the townspeople eating, drinking ale, and enjoying the music.
There is Elsa, clearing empties and bringing out full pints and plates, smiling brightly to the guests or saying something clever that makes them chuckle.
Toblen Stonehill remains at the narrow counter, tucking into his barley stew, tapping to the music, and examining a ledger.
Also in the dining room, you see an older farmer sipping ale, and a solid-looking woman somewhat coal-smudged, a miner one might guess, both because of the smudge and her simple overalls. Another woman you don’t recognize is playing one of the viols, and you notice her, after finishing a tune, walk behind the inn’s counter, where Toblen Stonehill is bent over looking for another ledger. She slaps Toblen Stonehill lightly on the rear, and when he pops up indignant, he smiles and they smooch; she then goes back to the little stage, but not before stopping at a side table where a boy of seven or eight summers is writing in a notebook. She smiles approvingly and roughs his hair, then starts a new tune on her viol.
There is another woman in the room, in her thirties, with a shawl, delicately woven in a simple floral pattern, fastened around her shoulders, and bountiful, dark hair pinned up in a chignon at the back of her neck, sipping a light ale and eating a farmer's salad. More townsfolk are also there, but they seem rather nondescript.
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After the townmaster leaves, Kiselina can ascertain from Mrs. Chrissie that the man across the street was likely correct, that Mrs. Chrissie’s husband Hal had indeed recently disappeared, it is true, but it was after an argument in which she was being, in Kiselina’s judgement, quite unreasonable. Indeed, the woman’s foul temper and unkind temperament are rather obvious after a few minutes of speaking with her.
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The woman sniffs, or rather, snorts, at Daphyra and is about to say something lacking in both wisdom and good taste when Kiselina begins his speech.
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Kiselina indeed recaps his major points to Harbin, taking in all the town master is. He makes a mental note that he should stop by after tea time. “What time is that exactly, I’ll figure it out later” he thinks to himself.
Just another stop to make before we head out, along with the smith about the bracers, but that’s for tomorrow.
“Master Sildar should be along shortly, then we can continue to the shrine and see to his ailment before we retire to the inn for the night.”
The knight waits for sister Garaele with the others near the shrine. He gives a silent prayer to the goddess of luck and thanks her for any unseen assistance the group has had to date. He quickly adds a request on behalf of Sildar.
Unfortunately, this is no task for the shy scout. No longer among a group of companions whom he already knows, Marten's regular reticence returns. He's too shy to approach strangers himself, especially the women-folk! If Toblen Stonehill has a spare moment, he asks the innkeeper about the farmer, the miner, and the woman with the chignon. He's just trying to learn their names a little bit about them so that he can share with the others when they return.
Once they've been shown to their rooms, Marten leaves most of his gear and weapons there. (As before, he keeps his pouches on him and hides one of his daggers in its sheath toward his back, under his cloak.) Then he'll return to the common room and find a table where he can wait for the party to return before ordering dinner and drink.
vidruth follows martens lead, and for much the same reason. and like marten, he too leaves most of his gear in his room but retains a hidden weapon, his component pouch, which he has combined with his coinpouch in order to avoid having to leave it behind.
"it would be best for us never to be sent to gather information or speak with people for any toher purpose" he considers aloud to marten in a low tone as they both sit down,ordering a pitcher of water for the table but not touching it
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Marten agrees: "Well now--I suppose y're right. I can talk with friends 'n' my kinfolk. 'specially if it's about--y'know--a job that needs to be done. But talkin' to a stranger?!" He looks horrified at the mere thought of it.
“Now that’s taken care of,” Berry announces when he returns from escorting the goblins to their cells. “If it weren’t for your speech, I think they might have lynched us along with them goblins,” Berry adds to Kiselina in a more subtle tone. “These people seem rather nervous and on edge, I would have thought inside town it would be safe but judging from their demeanor, we’ll better keep our guard up while walking these streets.” Berry walks along to the shrine and offers a silver coin to Tymora with a broad smile. There he remains until they reunite with Sildar.
Sorry, I'm beginning to enter a vacation period and while I will try to check-in at least daily, I cannot promise that I will always be able to do so. From September 1, I should be back to normal.
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Daphyra makes a quick prayer stop at the shrine before going in search of Sister Garaele in the dwelling.
"Sister? Are you there? We have need of your expertise if you are available to help."
Past characters:
Cariadne - Forest of Celador
Daphyra Fuffletail - The City of Cats
DM - Geek Legends - Wild beyond the Witchlight
Leela Steadystone - Adventures in the Sands
Mirri Goldenhorn - Journeys through the Radiant Citadel
Lola Smythe-Whyte - Larkin Expedition
Daphyra - Deathworld: Lost Mine of Phandelver
Vanja - Binder's Hold and the Problem with the Mine
Now that the prisoners are dropped off and the rooms are handled Nosam decides it best that he go ahead and retire for the night. He plays the interactions with the various folk over in his head on his way to his room and cannot shake the feeling of uneasiness. A few days ago the vibe was much different and now it feels on the brink of hostility. He ponders as he lies down in the warm bed, "this all can't be from a couple goblins, can it?"
MARTEN & VIDRUTH
The words have barely exited Marten’s mouth as he and Vidruth, ill at ease, scan the strangers in the common room when he notices that the table at which the lad had, only a moment ago, sat writing in a journal, is now vacant. Perhaps out of curiosity, you look around, and are surprised to see him standing immediately beside you — he must have been hidden behind Elsa a moment ago when she passed your table.
“Hi!,” the lad announces, “Are those your real teeth??,” he asks Vidruth. “Mine are big too, kids sometimes tease me, see?”
He smiles, or grimaces, like a mannequin in a dentist’s chair, and you notice that his teeth are indeed, not square like kernels of corn, but rather longish like baby white carrots. But noticing this, it occurs to you that the innkeeper, Toblen Stonehill, also possesses a powerful jaw. Indeed, the resemblance is immediate.
If you look to the woman who had tousled his hair, playing her viol, her eyes are on yours. But they flick between you and the lad and she winks a smile and nods permission without dropping a note.
DAPHYRA, KISELINA, BERRY & NOSAM
By the time Berry returns and Daphyra has knocked on the door of Sister Garaele, you see Sildar making his way down the street toward the shrine. He bows slightly to the goddess of luck, but in so doing, loses his balance. One of you perhaps offers an arm, and as the Sister beckons you to do, deposits him within her small but comfortable home. She begins to see to his condition, eying him closely.
“It is good you came here,” she breathes, rather apprehensively, “I must start on him right away.”
She turns to Daphyra.
“If you will assist me?”
To the others, she bids good night, and soon enough, you find yourselves joining Marten and Vidruth in the Inn’s common room with the townsfolk I detailed a few posts back.
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Marten is a little more comfortable one-on-one, and this boy reminds him of his nephew. Marten recovers from his surprise at the boy's sudden appearance. He looks around for the boy's mother (he assumes), but seeing that she's already in the middle of a new tune, he realizes that she won't be coming to collect the boy. Flustered by her wink for a moment, Marten says, "Well, now!" He fixes his attention on the boy again and says in a kindly, teasing tone, "Sure 'n' yer old enough to know that ye can't start a conversation without intr'ductions! Who might you be, laddie?"
“I’m glad to know that I can leave Sildar in your capable hands,” says Berry to the priestess and Kiselina, equally. “I’ll be in the inn if you need me for anything,” he adds and turns to leave.
In the tavern, he passes Toblen and with a friendly salute since he already knows about the arrangements by Sildar. He scans the room to locate his companions and finds them in the company of a young man that’s probably Berry’s size. He hurries over to their table, taps the boy’s left shoulder only to pass quickly on his right hand side and claims a seat. “I see you’re making friends! Good job. Outside folks are edgy for one reason or another. Any friend is progress in my book. Now, who’s the lad? He’s coming with us?” He says jokingly.
Sorry, I'm beginning to enter a vacation period and while I will try to check-in at least daily, I cannot promise that I will always be able to do so. From September 1, I should be back to normal.
|| Oriace - Halfling Bard - Dragon Heist || Valerian - Elf Rogue - Wildnis || Rowan - Halfling Giant - Runewarren || Khazela - Spiritfarer Dervish - Tribute || Arista - Frost Sorcerer - Old Keep || Marasatra - Blood Mage - Avernus ||
"they are lad" vidruth replies "i got em from being half orc. im vidruth who're you?" he nods as the others arrive "we arent bringing a kid to hunt goblins" he blurts out, before catching himself when he realizes its a joke "ah, that's my bad, dont always notice when people're jesting and when they are serious" since the others are here now he orders a heavy stew, something filling that will keep him going for a good couple hours into the morning if he has to leave in a hurry
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
“I’m Pip,” the lad replies to Marten, perhaps slightly less at ease. “It’s short for Philip. But people call me Pip. I didn’t mean to be rude,” he continues, still smiling, “cuz my pop says some people are easier talking when no one knows anyone’s name. But now I should ask yours too, Mister…?,” he finishes, eyes bright again.
“Hi, Mister Vidruth,” the lad replies to the half-orc’s introduction. “Well it’s nice to meet someone I’ve got sumpin in common with, especially after Carp — he’s my friend, sort of — been teasing me about my teeth.”
The boy falls for, then laughs at Berry’s prank, but his eyes widen at Vidruth’s statement.
“Goblins! You’re hunting goblins? Whoooaaaa!,” he says in a conspiratorial whisper, trying to look nonchalant when his mother catches his eye. “I’ve never even seen a goblin. Are they scary?”
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