Luk packs up camp and takes one of the horses that was on the road. He rides along at the back of the carriage. “Hey Alden feeling fine?”
"To be honest, I've had better days" Alden said and when he wanted to start laughing he started coughing instead. "But I'm glad I don't have you as an enemy. You know how to wield this axe" with a carefully laugh and suppressed another cough. Alden notices the wound in the barbarians leg but it seems that it doesn't bother him further "Looks like you got yourself a souvenir. Everything all right with the leg?"
While the goliath gathers his stuff and loots the goblins, Aeran takes one last look around, his horse cantering around the area. The elf's golden eyes linger for a moment over what is left from the saddlebags' contents on the road, in case there is something worth picking up. He isn't particularly interested in goblin trash, but there might be something else interesting lying in the dust.
If not, he will just pick up the empty map container, thinking it might come in handy later.
[Can I get a horse description or I can make it up myself? ]
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Aeran Dormaris - L2 Paladin on his way to Phandelver
Luk packs up camp and takes one of the horses that was on the road. He rides along at the back of the carriage. “Hey Alden feeling fine?”
"To be honest, I've had better days" Alden said and when he wanted to start laughing he started coughing instead. "But I'm glad I don't have you as an enemy. You know how to wield this axe" with a carefully laugh and suppressed another cough. Alden notices the wound in the barbarians leg but it seems that it doesn't bother him further "Looks like you got yourself a souvenir. Everything all right with the leg?"
“The legs fine.” He says with a grimace, “The nasty buggers won’t be shooting it again though.”
While the goliath gathers his stuff and loots the goblins, Aeran takes one last look around, his horse cantering around the area. The elf's golden eyes linger for a moment over what is left from the saddlebags' contents on the road, in case there is something worth picking up. He isn't particularly interested in goblin trash, but there might be something else interesting lying in the dust.
If not, he will just pick up the empty map container, thinking it might come in handy later.
[Can I get a horse description or I can make it up myself? ]
Lukuth will also look around the horses for any belongings before crouching down to inspect the tracks on the road.
Aeran and Lukuth both inspect the area, and Aeran picks up the empty map case. Aside from arrows and what looks like the torn remains of a cloak, likely Sildar's, the rest of the items in the road are the contents of the saddle bags that have been looted and strewn around. Spare clothes, personal trinkets, cooking gear, a small sheath knife. A closer look at the tracks reveals only that which Lukuth had noticed previously. It looks like at least a dozen goblins passed this way and dragged off one or maybe two large items, presumably the bodies of Gundrun and Sildar. The lack of blood in the dust of the road here suggests a cause for optimism. It's more likely they were alive than dead when they were taken from the road. The tracks lead north along the narrow trail that you noticed earlier, which was also the direction in which the fleeing goblin disappeared moments ago.
Lukuth picks up one of the goblins' shields and turns it over in his hands. It is round and crude, and was made to fit on a goblin's forearm. There is no way his meaty limb will fit into the straps and it looks like a toy in his hands. It seems unlikely to be of any use to him.
The horses that Gundrun and Sildar had hired for this journey are sturdy riding horses. Well cared for but nothing special. Plodders. You may describe them if you wish.
Lukuth takes all the shields so he can use them like frisbees or make shift armour to disguise himself. He also picks up the small knife, flips it in his hands and gathers the cooking gear. He puts all the personal belongings and trinkets into a saddle bag and puts it on the horse in case he finds Gundrun and Sildar.
"Not that I am a big help in my current condition but maybe check out the narrow trail in the north is an option - probably there is their camp or s.th. like that when their tracks lead in this direction"
"Or we hit Phandalin first, prepare ourself and try to get some informations about these ambushes. Maybe somebody knows something what to expect in these woods?"
"I say we head to Phandalin, with you and your almost--bleeding--out affair, and also the fact that I do believe that those goblins will leave us well alone after that display of combat aptitude. Quite impressive, if I do say so myself, which I do."
"Not that I am a big help in my current condition but maybe check out the narrow trail in the north is an option - probably there is their camp or s.th. like that when their tracks lead in this direction"
"Or we hit Phandalin first, prepare ourself and try to get some informations about these ambushes. Maybe somebody knows something what to expect in these woods?"
Lukuth grunts in agreement, “Phandalin first, we need all the preparation we can get. And you never know, maybe the issues bigger then we thought.”
When the rest of the group agrees to head straight to Phandalin, Aeran gives a curt nod.
"May this not be the wrong choice, " he thinks, hoping that if Gundrun and Sildar are still alive, they hold on for a bit longer, giving the group a chance to recover from the goblin attack, and look for them properly.
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Aeran Dormaris - L2 Paladin on his way to Phandelver
Consensus reached, the party sets off once again for Phandalin, leaving behind the scene of the ambush. For now.
Nerves stretched taut and heads swivelling now that they are alive to the danger that lurks beyond the edges of the road, they push on through the afternoon and into the evening as the sinking sun first dazzles with its display of colours across the sky and then disappears, taking all colour with it. The cloud cover means that the night is not especially cold, but it is dark. There is just sufficient moonlight to see by, though, even for those not blessed with the ability to see without light. Alden begins to wonder if Mayres is deliberately seeking every last stone and rut in the road, as every jolt sends fresh waves of pain through his injuries.
Aeran, astride one of the reclaimed horses, leads the way since he is the only one who can see clearly even without the moon.
The final part of the journey to Phandalin passes without incident. It is late, though not quite midnight, when the first sign of the town appears from the darkness. It is a modest timber framed house on the left of the road, quickly followed by a larger one with outbuildings on the right. Both are dark and quiet. There are no signs of life at this hour.
More of the town appears before you in the patchy moonlight as you pass these two dwellings, and the next building that comes into view is a large wood-built one with a painted sign hanging outside. To Aeran's eye at least, the writing is clear. It says 'Barthen's Provisions.' There is a small light inside one of the windows. Perhaps a lantern.
Luk looks cautiously around, “There’s a light there, have we arrived?”
"We better have," Mayres snapped, the tiniest bit of poison leaking thought his cheerful facade. He stumbled down from the wagon, sore and bruised and bloody, and quite in want of a rest.
It seems that they have made it to Phandalin without much trouble, despite the rocky road (literally) leading to the village.
As they finally reach their destination, Aeran experiences an overwhelming sense of relief as he dismounts from the sturdy grey mare, his armour clanking softly at his movements. His body aches, not just from the hours spent on horseback without a break, but also from the constant anticipation and tension, as if each twist and turn of the treacherous road might conceal another ambush. After tying the reins around the sign, he walks to the building and knocks on its door, his gauntlet against the wood sounding obnoxiously loud in his ears.
After a moment you hear movement inside the building and footsteps approaching the door. A female voice, sounds human, calls out from behind the sturdy timber. There is a note of apprehension in there but it is steady and bold.
Aeran looks behind his shoulder, his eyes falling on the wagon, where Mayres is waiting. Alden hasn't really said anything recently and the elf is concerned about his injuries getting worse.
Turning back to the door, he introduces himself in a polite, but urgent manner.
"My name is Aeran Dormaris, and I am part of a group sent by Gundrun to escort a wagon filled with supplies from Neverwinter," Aeran pauses, hesitating how much he can share without frightening the woman in this late hour. "We faced an ambush on our journey, but we've managed to arrive safely. The wagon and its precious cargo are secure. However, one of our companions is gravely injured, and his condition is deteriorating. I know that the hour is late, but I would be immensely grateful if you could guide us to a healer. Time is of the essence."
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Aeran Dormaris - L2 Paladin on his way to Phandelver
"To be honest, I've had better days" Alden said and when he wanted to start laughing he started coughing instead.
"But I'm glad I don't have you as an enemy. You know how to wield this axe" with a carefully laugh and suppressed another cough. Alden notices the wound in the barbarians leg but it seems that it doesn't bother him further "Looks like you got yourself a souvenir. Everything all right with the leg?"
While the goliath gathers his stuff and loots the goblins, Aeran takes one last look around, his horse cantering around the area. The elf's golden eyes linger for a moment over what is left from the saddlebags' contents on the road, in case there is something worth picking up. He isn't particularly interested in goblin trash, but there might be something else interesting lying in the dust.
If not, he will just pick up the empty map container, thinking it might come in handy later.
[Can I get a horse description or I can make it up myself? ]
Aeran Dormaris - L2 Paladin on his way to Phandelver
Vesna March - L1 Cleric in Etharis
DM The Missing Farmer
“The legs fine.” He says with a grimace, “The nasty buggers won’t be shooting it again though.”
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Faelin Nighthollow - 7th Sojourn
Lukuth will also look around the horses for any belongings before crouching down to inspect the tracks on the road.
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Faelin Nighthollow - 7th Sojourn
Aeran and Lukuth both inspect the area, and Aeran picks up the empty map case. Aside from arrows and what looks like the torn remains of a cloak, likely Sildar's, the rest of the items in the road are the contents of the saddle bags that have been looted and strewn around. Spare clothes, personal trinkets, cooking gear, a small sheath knife. A closer look at the tracks reveals only that which Lukuth had noticed previously. It looks like at least a dozen goblins passed this way and dragged off one or maybe two large items, presumably the bodies of Gundrun and Sildar. The lack of blood in the dust of the road here suggests a cause for optimism. It's more likely they were alive than dead when they were taken from the road. The tracks lead north along the narrow trail that you noticed earlier, which was also the direction in which the fleeing goblin disappeared moments ago.
Lukuth picks up one of the goblins' shields and turns it over in his hands. It is round and crude, and was made to fit on a goblin's forearm. There is no way his meaty limb will fit into the straps and it looks like a toy in his hands. It seems unlikely to be of any use to him.
The horses that Gundrun and Sildar had hired for this journey are sturdy riding horses. Well cared for but nothing special. Plodders. You may describe them if you wish.
Lukuth takes all the shields so he can use them like frisbees or make shift armour to disguise himself. He also picks up the small knife, flips it in his hands and gathers the cooking gear. He puts all the personal belongings and trinkets into a saddle bag and puts it on the horse in case he finds Gundrun and Sildar.
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Faelin Nighthollow - 7th Sojourn
"Not that I am a big help in my current condition but maybe check out the narrow trail in the north is an option - probably there is their camp or s.th. like that when their tracks lead in this direction"
"Or we hit Phandalin first, prepare ourself and try to get some informations about these ambushes. Maybe somebody knows something what to expect in these woods?"
"I say we head to Phandalin, with you and your almost--bleeding--out affair, and also the fact that I do believe that those goblins will leave us well alone after that display of combat aptitude. Quite impressive, if I do say so myself, which I do."
Lukuth grunts in agreement, “Phandalin first, we need all the preparation we can get. And you never know, maybe the issues bigger then we thought.”
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Faelin Nighthollow - 7th Sojourn
When the rest of the group agrees to head straight to Phandalin, Aeran gives a curt nod.
"May this not be the wrong choice, " he thinks, hoping that if Gundrun and Sildar are still alive, they hold on for a bit longer, giving the group a chance to recover from the goblin attack, and look for them properly.
Aeran Dormaris - L2 Paladin on his way to Phandelver
Vesna March - L1 Cleric in Etharis
DM The Missing Farmer
Noticing Aeran looking concerned he walks over. “Are you worried we may be too late if we go to Phandalin.”
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Faelin Nighthollow - 7th Sojourn
Consensus reached, the party sets off once again for Phandalin, leaving behind the scene of the ambush. For now.
Nerves stretched taut and heads swivelling now that they are alive to the danger that lurks beyond the edges of the road, they push on through the afternoon and into the evening as the sinking sun first dazzles with its display of colours across the sky and then disappears, taking all colour with it. The cloud cover means that the night is not especially cold, but it is dark. There is just sufficient moonlight to see by, though, even for those not blessed with the ability to see without light. Alden begins to wonder if Mayres is deliberately seeking every last stone and rut in the road, as every jolt sends fresh waves of pain through his injuries.
Aeran, astride one of the reclaimed horses, leads the way since he is the only one who can see clearly even without the moon.
The final part of the journey to Phandalin passes without incident. It is late, though not quite midnight, when the first sign of the town appears from the darkness. It is a modest timber framed house on the left of the road, quickly followed by a larger one with outbuildings on the right. Both are dark and quiet. There are no signs of life at this hour.
More of the town appears before you in the patchy moonlight as you pass these two dwellings, and the next building that comes into view is a large wood-built one with a painted sign hanging outside. To Aeran's eye at least, the writing is clear. It says 'Barthen's Provisions.' There is a small light inside one of the windows. Perhaps a lantern.
Luk looks cautiously around, “There’s a light there, have we arrived?”
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Faelin Nighthollow - 7th Sojourn
"We better have," Mayres snapped, the tiniest bit of poison leaking thought his cheerful facade. He stumbled down from the wagon, sore and bruised and bloody, and quite in want of a rest.
“I hope so, don’t want to break a leg out in that forest. We also need to water our horses.”
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Faelin Nighthollow - 7th Sojourn
It seems that they have made it to Phandalin without much trouble, despite the rocky road (literally) leading to the village.
As they finally reach their destination, Aeran experiences an overwhelming sense of relief as he dismounts from the sturdy grey mare, his armour clanking softly at his movements. His body aches, not just from the hours spent on horseback without a break, but also from the constant anticipation and tension, as if each twist and turn of the treacherous road might conceal another ambush. After tying the reins around the sign, he walks to the building and knocks on its door, his gauntlet against the wood sounding obnoxiously loud in his ears.
Aeran Dormaris - L2 Paladin on his way to Phandelver
Vesna March - L1 Cleric in Etharis
DM The Missing Farmer
Lukuth pats the horse and walks over to join Aeran at the door.
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Faelin Nighthollow - 7th Sojourn
After a moment you hear movement inside the building and footsteps approaching the door. A female voice, sounds human, calls out from behind the sturdy timber. There is a note of apprehension in there but it is steady and bold.
'Who's there?'
“You haven’t heard of me but my name is Lukuth. We was ambushed on the road by goblins and saw your lights.”
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Faelin Nighthollow - 7th Sojourn
Aeran looks behind his shoulder, his eyes falling on the wagon, where Mayres is waiting. Alden hasn't really said anything recently and the elf is concerned about his injuries getting worse.
Turning back to the door, he introduces himself in a polite, but urgent manner.
"My name is Aeran Dormaris, and I am part of a group sent by Gundrun to escort a wagon filled with supplies from Neverwinter," Aeran pauses, hesitating how much he can share without frightening the woman in this late hour. "We faced an ambush on our journey, but we've managed to arrive safely. The wagon and its precious cargo are secure. However, one of our companions is gravely injured, and his condition is deteriorating. I know that the hour is late, but I would be immensely grateful if you could guide us to a healer. Time is of the essence."
Aeran Dormaris - L2 Paladin on his way to Phandelver
Vesna March - L1 Cleric in Etharis
DM The Missing Farmer