Constable Alena looks at the page that Wulcrath has, observing the torn edges. Her face is even more serious than before. “This looks like a page torn out of a book. The handwriting reminds me a bit of Farmer Hal’s… but it looks very erratic. If that is indeed a note he wrote, I am very concerned about him. Maybe we can check inside his home as well.” She takes a key out of her pocket and unlocks the front door, careful when opening it so she doesn’t touch the mark on it.
Ella can take a moment and attempt to gain insight into the footprints (by rolling an Arcana check).
While Preston’s instincts tell him that something might be off about the rats, his divine senses fail to detect any presence of celestial, fiendish or undead entities inside the barn.
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Dracor would stand back as the constable opens the door.... not sure what the glyph is going to do. If the door opens without any sort of explosion, he would make his way inside the building. "Well... this place sure seems.... .... nice." The dragonborn would say as he struggles to find a word that wouldn't sound too insulting. Making sure not to touch anything inside, he would move throughout the first floor, looking for clues or anything of interest.. or value as well.
"Understood..." The Dragonborn says dutifully with a little nod. He follows Dracor and Alena inside, taking note of Dracor's tone of voice. A single huff of a quiet laugh escaping him at the somewhat smaller Dragonborn's conduct. He'd noticed Dracor's interesting way of carrying himself the moment he had tried to clean him with his magic in the market, and his idea that the Silver Scaled Noble seemed out of his element in the somewhat rough Meadowhaven was slowly solidifying in his mind now. Had he never seen anything other than a castle's walls or something? "Something the matter M'Lord? Not gilded enough for you?" Wulcrath says down to the Noble Dragonborn as he steps inside the house, his tone teasing and mostly unserious.
The Young Wanderer takes in the room as he ducks a bit to make it inside. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary at a glance. Did Farmer Hal simply poof into thin air...? Well, first things first, snoop around and see if anything is strange or out of place, though how would he know?
Perception: 11 Investigation: 9
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Dracor would rub some of the dust out of his eyes while turning towards Wulcrath... "Well... I prefer to have things in my home coated in layers of gold and silver... not dust and dirt". The dragonborn would reply with a grin.
Feeling somewhat relieved that he wasn’t dealing with fiendish or undead rats, Preston begins to wonder what would be the next best course of action. He couldn’t well follow them back through the holes in the ground. Maybe the others could have a better idea of what to make of these rodents.
Preston tries to catch one of the rats by the tail while it’s distracted eating in one of the grain sacks.
Dracor would rub some of the dust out of his eyes while turning towards Wulcrath... "Well... I prefer to have things in my home coated in layers of gold and silver... not dust and dirt". The dragonborn would reply with a grin.
"Heh... You've got me there I suppose." Wulcrath replies with a little laugh and shrug of his shoulders, reaching up to rub his nose a little. Surely a little dust gives things character though? To be fair to Dracor however, this house has A LOT of character in that case. It's taking Wulcrath everything he has to prevent himself from sneezing.
After Ella's inspected the footprints, probably not finding anything, she'll go inside. At Dracor's remark, she rolls her eyes. "There's more to life than wealth, you know."
"That's true... but I'm pretty sure wealth makes most lives better" Dracor would reply as his grin slowly fades... as though he isn't quite sure he believes what he is saying.
The main floor of the farmhouse consists of a large, spacious living area that serves as the heart of the home, and a second, smaller room.
The living area has a large, sturdy, worn wooden table surrounded by matching benches. On one side of the room, there is a stone hearth, serving both as a fireplace for warmth and a cooking area. A blackened cauldron hangs over the coals and ashes, an assortment of cooking utensils scattered nearby. In one of the corners of the room, there is a small storage area. Jars of preserved fruits and vegetables are lined on rough-hewn wooden shelves, dried meats are hanging from hooks, and there are a few sacks filled with apples and potatoes.
The second room serves as a sleeping quarters with two sturdy wooden bed frames pushed against the walls, each covered with simple, hand-knit blankets. One bed looks a bit larger than the other. There is a smaller cot to one side of the walls.
The air inside the house feels stale and lifeless, everything is covered in a layer of dust, and there are cobwebs in the corners and along the beams. The fireplace looks cold to the touch and there is some decaying food in the cauldron. The wooden floor creaks softly under the adventurers' steps.
Preston’s acrobatic attempts fail short as the nimble creatures manage to evade his grasp, darting away from his outstretched hands.
However, undeterred by his initial failure, the paladin’s more athletic approach leads to a success. With a swift motion, he captures a rat by the tail. The squirming rodent is the size of a dog and struggles to break free, squeaking and scratching. From this close, it definitely looks like a Giant Rat.
With one of the rats captured, the other four rats in the barn suddenly become agitated and aggressive. They scurry towards Preston, their red eyes gleaming and mangy fur bristling, ready to attempt to bite and claw at him.
Preston needs to defend himself against these rats. Roll for initiative
Ella examines the footprints closely. In the peace and quiet after Dracor’s retreat in the house, she can focus properly, and she recognises that the footprints aren’t just some ordinary tracks left from a beast, but they are remnants of some magical or supernatural activity. The erratic pattern and the slight humanoid shape to the print suggest that it might be a magical entity, fey or some other mystical creature. However, she can’t determine the specific nature of the entity or its exact purpose to leave these footprints.
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The rat starts squirming and thrashing frantically in Preston's hands as it attempts to break free from his grasp. It wriggles and twists with an unexpected burst of energy, its tiny claws trying to scratch at the paladin's gauntleted hand. (Roll for an athletics or acrobatics check).
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The rat manages to wiggle free from the paladin's hands and scurries away to a wheel barrow nearby. That is when a second rat lunges forward, but its teeth don't even scratch Preston's armour.
It is Preston's turn.
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Dracor would leave the others downstairs as he moved slowly towards the second floor. "I wonder if Preston has found anything outside...." He would mention to no one in particular as he moved through the house.
Severly outnumbered and in an enclosed space, Preston thinks that he might need assistance. He draws out his sword and grips it tightly with both hands. He begins to walk backward towards the exit of the barn, not breaking eye contact with the giant rats.
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Wulcrath mills about the entrance a little, unsure of where to really start. His foot tapping on the old wooden floor as he thinks and watches Dracor retreat up to the second floor. The Red Dragonborn's eyes land on the Constable as he wanders around a little, the young wanderer searching the house for... something? He supposes he'll find out what soon enough. "So, do you know Hal and his Wife very well?" He says idly, the silence and stillness of the Farmhouse feeling too stifling to stay silent. "How long have you been in Meadowhaven?"
Rolling for Wulcrath to snoop around a bit more, he'll check behind things, open up whatever he can, and just generally keep being nosy. Are there any more marks around? Anything that looks out of place? Investigation: 7
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The second floor of the farmhouse is actually a small, cramped loft area, reached by a sturdy wooden ladder. It is just a simple storage space where Farmer Hal keeps additional supplies and grains and some tools. There are a few crates and barrels lining the walls and a few sacks, containing flour, apples and grain. While small, the space is efficiently organized and nothing looks amiss at first sight.
Preston retreats out of the barn. One of the rats follows him, stopping at the threshold. While he can’t see what the other rats are up to inside, their squeaks are loud enough for the paladin to determine they are closer to the doors as well. (So for their turns, most of the rats have changed position. It is now Preston's turn, but I wasn't very sure how far you want him to retreat so correct me if the position is wrong). Also if you want to call for help, that is fine, it won't count as an action.
Wulcrath’s investigation of the house doesn’t reveal any significant new information. The house appears to be in the early stages of abandonment with dusty surfaces, cobwebs and some decaying food. However, despite the signs of neglect, there is no apparent indication of a struggle or any immediate clues regarding Farmer Hal's whereabouts. The house maintains an eerie stillness.
“I was born and raised in Meadowhaven, then I went travelling for a while and came back a few years ago to become the Constable of the village. Of course I know Farmer Hal and his family well, “ the Constable replies as she crouches around the fireplace, poking into the dead ashes with a stick left for kindle. “He is a very well respected member of the community, always eager to help. He is actually doing a lot of work every year for the Harvest, and with this year’s Harvest almost upon us, I hope we find him soon enough.”
“It is so unreal to see this fireplace dead. Every time I have been around, this room has always been full of life. To see it so cold and deserted… it feels surreal.”
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Dracor would make his way through the crowded and cramped attic, his face scrunched in disgust at being surrounded by all the dust and clutter. he would slowly inspect the bags and move them around to see if anything was hidden under or behind the bags and boxes...
Wulcrath nods solemnly. It must be a shock to everyone in town to lose the Old Farmer. If his Wife in the market was anything to go by anyhow, it seems a lot of people were depending on him. "He sounds like a good man." The Dragonborn responds. What else is there to really say? His foot starts tapping once again, his arms around himself as he stands by the Fireplace with the constable. A little huff escapes him as he thinks... That strange Symbol on the door, and the cryptic page from a book in the grass... "Maybe... If we can find someone who knows about symbols like the one on the door, they might provide some insight?"
"Do you know of anyone like that? Or have something we can copy it down with?" Wulcrath muses, struggling to come up with anything else, turning to look down at the Constable as she kneels by the fireplace. He isn't sure what to make of the writing on the page or the glyph on the door. "Whispers, Always There. Hidden. Can't see or find... See or find what?" He mumbles to himself as his gaze wanders back to the door of the house, lost in thought a little. Could it be about Farmer Hal himself? Surely not?
Now that he’s no longer in the enclosed barn, Preston feels more comfortable dealing with the rats. He will however call out to the others, hoping they can come to his assistance.
"Over here!", he yells out. "There’s hostile creatures over here. Could use a hand!"
Feeling the adrenaline kick in, the young soldier taps the ground with his sword, trying to taunt the rodents out of their hiding place. While waiting for backup, he will maintain his defensive posture and his position.
Action: Dodge (again)
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Constable Alena looks at the page that Wulcrath has, observing the torn edges. Her face is even more serious than before. “This looks like a page torn out of a book. The handwriting reminds me a bit of Farmer Hal’s… but it looks very erratic. If that is indeed a note he wrote, I am very concerned about him. Maybe we can check inside his home as well.” She takes a key out of her pocket and unlocks the front door, careful when opening it so she doesn’t touch the mark on it.
Ella can take a moment and attempt to gain insight into the footprints (by rolling an Arcana check).
While Preston’s instincts tell him that something might be off about the rats, his divine senses fail to detect any presence of celestial, fiendish or undead entities inside the barn.
Aeran Dormaris - L2 Paladin on his way to Phandelver
Vesna March - L1 Cleric in Etharis
DM The Missing Farmer
Dracor would stand back as the constable opens the door.... not sure what the glyph is going to do. If the door opens without any sort of explosion, he would make his way inside the building. "Well... this place sure seems.... .... nice." The dragonborn would say as he struggles to find a word that wouldn't sound too insulting. Making sure not to touch anything inside, he would move throughout the first floor, looking for clues or anything of interest.. or value as well.
Perception! 16
Investigation! 13
"Understood..." The Dragonborn says dutifully with a little nod. He follows Dracor and Alena inside, taking note of Dracor's tone of voice. A single huff of a quiet laugh escaping him at the somewhat smaller Dragonborn's conduct. He'd noticed Dracor's interesting way of carrying himself the moment he had tried to clean him with his magic in the market, and his idea that the Silver Scaled Noble seemed out of his element in the somewhat rough Meadowhaven was slowly solidifying in his mind now. Had he never seen anything other than a castle's walls or something? "Something the matter M'Lord? Not gilded enough for you?" Wulcrath says down to the Noble Dragonborn as he steps inside the house, his tone teasing and mostly unserious.
The Young Wanderer takes in the room as he ducks a bit to make it inside. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary at a glance. Did Farmer Hal simply poof into thin air...? Well, first things first, snoop around and see if anything is strange or out of place, though how would he know?
Perception: 11
Investigation: 9
High Hopes, Low Rolls. Timezone Is EST.
Surely THIS one will reach an ending...
Dracor would rub some of the dust out of his eyes while turning towards Wulcrath... "Well... I prefer to have things in my home coated in layers of gold and silver... not dust and dirt". The dragonborn would reply with a grin.
Feeling somewhat relieved that he wasn’t dealing with fiendish or undead rats, Preston begins to wonder what would be the next best course of action. He couldn’t well follow them back through the holes in the ground. Maybe the others could have a better idea of what to make of these rodents.
Preston tries to catch one of the rats by the tail while it’s distracted eating in one of the grain sacks.
Acrobatics?: 3
Athletics?: 20
"Heh... You've got me there I suppose." Wulcrath replies with a little laugh and shrug of his shoulders, reaching up to rub his nose a little. Surely a little dust gives things character though? To be fair to Dracor however, this house has A LOT of character in that case. It's taking Wulcrath everything he has to prevent himself from sneezing.
High Hopes, Low Rolls. Timezone Is EST.
Surely THIS one will reach an ending...
Arcana: 20
After Ella's inspected the footprints, probably not finding anything, she'll go inside. At Dracor's remark, she rolls her eyes. "There's more to life than wealth, you know."
"That's true... but I'm pretty sure wealth makes most lives better" Dracor would reply as his grin slowly fades... as though he isn't quite sure he believes what he is saying.
The main floor of the farmhouse consists of a large, spacious living area that serves as the heart of the home, and a second, smaller room.
The living area has a large, sturdy, worn wooden table surrounded by matching benches. On one side of the room, there is a stone hearth, serving both as a fireplace for warmth and a cooking area. A blackened cauldron hangs over the coals and ashes, an assortment of cooking utensils scattered nearby.
In one of the corners of the room, there is a small storage area. Jars of preserved fruits and vegetables are lined on rough-hewn wooden shelves, dried meats are hanging from hooks, and there are a few sacks filled with apples and potatoes.
The second room serves as a sleeping quarters with two sturdy wooden bed frames pushed against the walls, each covered with simple, hand-knit blankets. One bed looks a bit larger than the other. There is a smaller cot to one side of the walls.
The air inside the house feels stale and lifeless, everything is covered in a layer of dust, and there are cobwebs in the corners and along the beams. The fireplace looks cold to the touch and there is some decaying food in the cauldron. The wooden floor creaks softly under the adventurers' steps.
Preston’s acrobatic attempts fail short as the nimble creatures manage to evade his grasp, darting away from his outstretched hands.
However, undeterred by his initial failure, the paladin’s more athletic approach leads to a success. With a swift motion, he captures a rat by the tail. The squirming rodent is the size of a dog and struggles to break free, squeaking and scratching. From this close, it definitely looks like a Giant Rat.
With one of the rats captured, the other four rats in the barn suddenly become agitated and aggressive. They scurry towards Preston, their red eyes gleaming and mangy fur bristling, ready to attempt to bite and claw at him.
Preston needs to defend himself against these rats. Roll for initiative
Ella examines the footprints closely. In the peace and quiet after Dracor’s retreat in the house, she can focus properly, and she recognises that the footprints aren’t just some ordinary tracks left from a beast, but they are remnants of some magical or supernatural activity. The erratic pattern and the slight humanoid shape to the print suggest that it might be a magical entity, fey or some other mystical creature. However, she can’t determine the specific nature of the entity or its exact purpose to leave these footprints.
Aeran Dormaris - L2 Paladin on his way to Phandelver
Vesna March - L1 Cleric in Etharis
DM The Missing Farmer
Preston initiative: 16
The rat starts squirming and thrashing frantically in Preston's hands as it attempts to break free from his grasp. It wriggles and twists with an unexpected burst of energy, its tiny claws trying to scratch at the paladin's gauntleted hand. (Roll for an athletics or acrobatics check).
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Vesna March - L1 Cleric in Etharis
DM The Missing Farmer
Athletics: 10
Preston attempts to maintain a firm grasp on the rodent’s tail as it tries to break free.
The rat manages to wiggle free from the paladin's hands and scurries away to a wheel barrow nearby. That is when a second rat lunges forward, but its teeth don't even scratch Preston's armour.
It is Preston's turn.
Aeran Dormaris - L2 Paladin on his way to Phandelver
Vesna March - L1 Cleric in Etharis
DM The Missing Farmer
Dracor would leave the others downstairs as he moved slowly towards the second floor. "I wonder if Preston has found anything outside...." He would mention to no one in particular as he moved through the house.
Severly outnumbered and in an enclosed space, Preston thinks that he might need assistance. He draws out his sword and grips it tightly with both hands. He begins to walk backward towards the exit of the barn, not breaking eye contact with the giant rats.
(Dodge Action) + move back outside the barn
Wulcrath mills about the entrance a little, unsure of where to really start. His foot tapping on the old wooden floor as he thinks and watches Dracor retreat up to the second floor. The Red Dragonborn's eyes land on the Constable as he wanders around a little, the young wanderer searching the house for... something? He supposes he'll find out what soon enough. "So, do you know Hal and his Wife very well?" He says idly, the silence and stillness of the Farmhouse feeling too stifling to stay silent. "How long have you been in Meadowhaven?"
Rolling for Wulcrath to snoop around a bit more, he'll check behind things, open up whatever he can, and just generally keep being nosy. Are there any more marks around? Anything that looks out of place? Investigation: 7
High Hopes, Low Rolls. Timezone Is EST.
Surely THIS one will reach an ending...
The second floor of the farmhouse is actually a small, cramped loft area, reached by a sturdy wooden ladder. It is just a simple storage space where Farmer Hal keeps additional supplies and grains and some tools. There are a few crates and barrels lining the walls and a few sacks, containing flour, apples and grain. While small, the space is efficiently organized and nothing looks amiss at first sight.
Preston retreats out of the barn. One of the rats follows him, stopping at the threshold. While he can’t see what the other rats are up to inside, their squeaks are loud enough for the paladin to determine they are closer to the doors as well. (So for their turns, most of the rats have changed position. It is now Preston's turn, but I wasn't very sure how far you want him to retreat so correct me if the position is wrong). Also if you want to call for help, that is fine, it won't count as an action.
Wulcrath’s investigation of the house doesn’t reveal any significant new information. The house appears to be in the early stages of abandonment with dusty surfaces, cobwebs and some decaying food. However, despite the signs of neglect, there is no apparent indication of a struggle or any immediate clues regarding Farmer Hal's whereabouts. The house maintains an eerie stillness.
“I was born and raised in Meadowhaven, then I went travelling for a while and came back a few years ago to become the Constable of the village. Of course I know Farmer Hal and his family well, “ the Constable replies as she crouches around the fireplace, poking into the dead ashes with a stick left for kindle. “He is a very well respected member of the community, always eager to help. He is actually doing a lot of work every year for the Harvest, and with this year’s Harvest almost upon us, I hope we find him soon enough.”
“It is so unreal to see this fireplace dead. Every time I have been around, this room has always been full of life. To see it so cold and deserted… it feels surreal.”
Aeran Dormaris - L2 Paladin on his way to Phandelver
Vesna March - L1 Cleric in Etharis
DM The Missing Farmer
Dracor would make his way through the crowded and cramped attic, his face scrunched in disgust at being surrounded by all the dust and clutter. he would slowly inspect the bags and move them around to see if anything was hidden under or behind the bags and boxes...
investigation 12
Wulcrath nods solemnly. It must be a shock to everyone in town to lose the Old Farmer. If his Wife in the market was anything to go by anyhow, it seems a lot of people were depending on him. "He sounds like a good man." The Dragonborn responds. What else is there to really say? His foot starts tapping once again, his arms around himself as he stands by the Fireplace with the constable. A little huff escapes him as he thinks... That strange Symbol on the door, and the cryptic page from a book in the grass... "Maybe... If we can find someone who knows about symbols like the one on the door, they might provide some insight?"
"Do you know of anyone like that? Or have something we can copy it down with?" Wulcrath muses, struggling to come up with anything else, turning to look down at the Constable as she kneels by the fireplace. He isn't sure what to make of the writing on the page or the glyph on the door. "Whispers, Always There. Hidden. Can't see or find... See or find what?" He mumbles to himself as his gaze wanders back to the door of the house, lost in thought a little. Could it be about Farmer Hal himself? Surely not?
High Hopes, Low Rolls. Timezone Is EST.
Surely THIS one will reach an ending...
(Position looks good on the map. Thank you)
Now that he’s no longer in the enclosed barn, Preston feels more comfortable dealing with the rats. He will however call out to the others, hoping they can come to his assistance.
"Over here!", he yells out. "There’s hostile creatures over here. Could use a hand!"
Feeling the adrenaline kick in, the young soldier taps the ground with his sword, trying to taunt the rodents out of their hiding place. While waiting for backup, he will maintain his defensive posture and his position.
Action: Dodge (again)