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Mender would lower his rod ever so slightly so that it was pointed towards the man's feet... "Really?!?" He would shout as he stood in disbelief... With his free hand he would clutch his shell tightly as he muttered a few Draconic words as he asked for guidance in determining what to do with the man...
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"Don't let the old man leave just yet.." Mender would grumble to Kaelroc as he moved to the corpse of the dragonborn. he would then begin to thoroughly remove his armor and anything of value from his corpse. Once the kobold was positive that there was nothing worthwhile on the creatures body, he would kick him into the pit. With a wave of his hand, the mound of dirt nearby would flood back into the hole.. leaving only a patch of loose dirt to mark where the dragonborn was buried. He would then move the creatures belongings over towards the golden weapon and begin inspecting it. he would pick up the oversized weapon and look it over from one side to the other as he tried to determine if it was magical... "I really wish I had a darn pearl." Mender would grumble as aaked fornguidance once more before he made his inspection..
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An insight of 14 tells you that the old man is quite clueless as to what is happening, and is in fact taken-aback by the kobold's anger. "They call me Selaphiel" he snaps at Kaelroc irritably, "Selaphiel the Moorman, the Half-Baked, the Hedge Philosopher. A nuisance to many I am sure, but not a fond nor deserving recipient of brash rudeness. Tell your scaly friend to hold his forked tongue!" His voice is edged with a certain defensiveness, the sort you imagine a self-justified person might have while talking to their reflection in a mirror. Looking down, he sees the dragonborn's body being rolled into the pit and gasps sharply.
"By Tymora, kobold. What are you doing with that poor fellow?"
With an investigation of 20, Mender is able to find the following items on the corpse's person (aside from the plate armor): a pouch filled with 3 gp and 5 sp, a half-full canteen of rum, a small pocket knife with an antler handle, a garroting wire, a crumpled up letter written in thieves' cant and copper pendant on a string depicting a bull's head. With an arcana of 15, you are fairly sure this is no magical scimitar - though it is a fearsome one, and has seen much use.
Hello Mr. Selaphiel. Don't mind that body - that Dragonborn had enchanted you and was using you to lure unexpected travelers to rob. He unfortunately slipped and fell.
Deception: 3
*Kaelroc Ponders*
Where is Mugwort and Mimzy... this would have been a lot easier without having to do all of this fighting...
Probably - I don't partake in such things. But he did wave his hand at me, so it could have been a spell. You say Anglor eh? What is your clan's name? I am originally from the tribe Black Raven.
This Dragonborn tried to extort you, do you know why? Do you know why you don't recall him from a mere few minutes ago?
The old man loses himself in a brown study for a heartbeat. "And I from the Ral'kian Reds. We are a band of simple traders, mostly..." he says, teasing his unkept beard, "but I have known a smuggler or two in my time.
Let's see now, extortion... hmm ... I believe it must have involved our most recent transaction, involving alligator hide. Or... something similar. It wasn't meant to go awry. Ah, perhaps I was meant to bring them payment... that would make sense! Though I am afraid I cannot fully remember. It must be this damned plant I have started smoking - delectable, but fogs the memory like anything."
Much to your annoyance, he takes another long, absent-minded puff. "Ahh."
Mender would pocket all the items and offer the weapon to Kaelroc "I don't think it is magical..."he would say before turning to the old man. "This... person is dead. they... " he would pause and rub the bridge of his snout after hearing Kaelroc's deception.. "they tried to harm us... you especially. and I am burying them..." After covering the body, the kobold would stand up and let out a deep sigh. "Sorry for being rude, I am just a bit frustrated.... can you... check your packets... you wouldn't happen to have 31 gold, 8 silver, and 4 copper would you..." he would take off his hat and rub the top of his scaley head... " I think you owed him money.... and I think you need to stop smoking that stuff because it is going to get you killed." Mender would say in a defeated tone.
"Yeah, you are right... The dragon man was a murderer and he is dead... It doesn't matter if the old man actually owed the guy money... a man's life is worth more than 30 gold pieces... and Selphiel was saved so ..." The kobold would pace around a bit, stuffing his rod in his belt and clutching his hat tightly in his clenched fists. "Please just go Selphiel... I feel you have brought us nothing but trouble." the kobold would say with another sigh before moving towards the goliath. Looking up to Kaelroc, he would shake his head and let out another sigh. "Thanks for your help friend.. I'm... going to bed."
The kobold would then walk towards the tent and disappear inside. If Kaelroc was to look in the tent he would only see the kobolds shell resting in the corner nestled down and partially obscured among the reeds.
Selaphiel, pipe still between the lips, begins to search himself. "I know, I know..." he mutters, hands patting his front pockets... "It has become" ...then back pockets... "somewhat of a" ...before reaching inside his leather haversack...
"beastly addiction. Oho, what have we here!" he chuckles, withdrawing a bulging drawstring pouch. Taking another long, satisfied puff, he opens the pouch and begins to count out each and every of the 31 gold, 8 silver and 4 copper pieces it contains. He does it slowly and methodically, naming each coin until arriving at the final one (or until someone is annoyed enough to cut him off).
"How funny. I must've been wandering out here for weeks carrying this - can you imagine if someone had tried to steal such a fortune? On a separate note, I really should deliver it before Anglor sends a crony to take it by force!"
As Mender dismisses the old man and heads to the tent, Selaphiel blurts out to him. "Wait, I am sorry! The prospect of traversing this wretched swamp alone is not favorable... where are you headed?"
Each of you may roll a medicine check if you wish.
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Mimzy and Mugwort...
The two of you will not be lost twice - once you exit the canopy, it is smooth sailing. You make very good time, zipping across the forested area and subsequently the open marshland. I would make you roll a perception check to pick out the others' whereabouts, but with a set direction and a natural 20 on your survival check, you find them with ease: a small teal and larger grey dot in the distance, accompanied by someone else it seems...
Mender would have kept walking and just shook his head on the way to the tent. We can say that he made the check as he was walking away... or even while sitting in his shell. He can still hear things going on outside his shell as if he were standing in the tent and I don't think the conversation is being whispered...
Even from your limited interaction with Selaphiel, you can see the telltale signs of sickness - glaucoma, jaundiced fingers, an abnormal number of liver-patches, trembling, rasping and the like.
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Selaphiel looks as though he is about to make a retort but does not follow through. His saddened eyes drop to his feet. "Very well then, I bit you adieu." he mumbles, gathering himself and collecting his wagon. "Should you be kind enough to deliver this money, it needs to be in the hands of... ehrm." Puzzled, he checks whom the pouch's label is addressed to. "Ah yes, Amber Crowe. She is well loved in both Anglor and the city of Mermosapolis - quite the two-timer, if you catch my drift." With that, the old man thanks you for your service (though seems to have forgotten quite what is was you did...) and starts Southward.
Very well elder, it will be handled. He solemnly says... When the wolf grows old, it knows when to leave it's pack and let the winter snow claim its heart. Rest well.
Kaelroc turns to join mender at the campsite. Looking at the shell - friend, what a evening.
The old man acknowledges Kaelroc's bleak proverb with a tilt of the head before vanishing into the gloom, humming all the while. A few minutes later, parting the mist as they descend, the fairy and goblin arrive in the clearing atop Griselda's broomstick. Mimzy and Mugwort, please describe your entrance (if you wish). In addition, I need everyone to summarize their plans before settling down for the night - be it preparation for tomorrow, warding of the current campsite or some other activity.
Staring at the man and noticing his confusion.
Kaelroc declares. Mender - take a look at that scimitar you picked up and see if there are any markings on it.
What is your name elder?
Mender would lower his rod ever so slightly so that it was pointed towards the man's feet... "Really?!?" He would shout as he stood in disbelief... With his free hand he would clutch his shell tightly as he muttered a few Draconic words as he asked for guidance in determining what to do with the man...
insight 12 + 1
"Don't let the old man leave just yet.." Mender would grumble to Kaelroc as he moved to the corpse of the dragonborn. he would then begin to thoroughly remove his armor and anything of value from his corpse. Once the kobold was positive that there was nothing worthwhile on the creatures body, he would kick him into the pit. With a wave of his hand, the mound of dirt nearby would flood back into the hole.. leaving only a patch of loose dirt to mark where the dragonborn was buried. He would then move the creatures belongings over towards the golden weapon and begin inspecting it. he would pick up the oversized weapon and look it over from one side to the other as he tried to determine if it was magical... "I really wish I had a darn pearl." Mender would grumble as aaked fornguidance once more before he made his inspection..
not sure what rolls you want to search his body and inspect the sword..
investigation 18 + 1
Perception 19 + 2
Arcana 7 + 3
Mender and Kaelroc...
An insight of 14 tells you that the old man is quite clueless as to what is happening, and is in fact taken-aback by the kobold's anger. "They call me Selaphiel" he snaps at Kaelroc irritably, "Selaphiel the Moorman, the Half-Baked, the Hedge Philosopher. A nuisance to many I am sure, but not a fond nor deserving recipient of brash rudeness. Tell your scaly friend to hold his forked tongue!" His voice is edged with a certain defensiveness, the sort you imagine a self-justified person might have while talking to their reflection in a mirror. Looking down, he sees the dragonborn's body being rolled into the pit and gasps sharply.
"By Tymora, kobold. What are you doing with that poor fellow?"
With an investigation of 20, Mender is able to find the following items on the corpse's person (aside from the plate armor): a pouch filled with 3 gp and 5 sp, a half-full canteen of rum, a small pocket knife with an antler handle, a garroting wire, a crumpled up letter written in thieves' cant and copper pendant on a string depicting a bull's head. With an arcana of 15, you are fairly sure this is no magical scimitar - though it is a fearsome one, and has seen much use.
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Hello Mr. Selaphiel. Don't mind that body - that Dragonborn had enchanted you and was using you to lure unexpected travelers to rob. He unfortunately slipped and fell.
Deception: 3
*Kaelroc Ponders*
Where is Mugwort and Mimzy... this would have been a lot easier without having to do all of this fighting...
Kaelroc and Mender...
"Enchanted, eh?" Selaphiel mutters with a perplexed expression. "Funny. He looks to me like one of those Anglor nitwits my clan trades with..."
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Probably - I don't partake in such things. But he did wave his hand at me, so it could have been a spell. You say Anglor eh? What is your clan's name? I am originally from the tribe Black Raven.
This Dragonborn tried to extort you, do you know why? Do you know why you don't recall him from a mere few minutes ago?
Kaelroc and Mender...
The old man loses himself in a brown study for a heartbeat. "And I from the Ral'kian Reds. We are a band of simple traders, mostly..." he says, teasing his unkept beard, "but I have known a smuggler or two in my time.
Let's see now, extortion... hmm ... I believe it must have involved our most recent transaction, involving alligator hide. Or... something similar. It wasn't meant to go awry. Ah, perhaps I was meant to bring them payment... that would make sense! Though I am afraid I cannot fully remember. It must be this damned plant I have started smoking - delectable, but fogs the memory like anything."
Much to your annoyance, he takes another long, absent-minded puff. "Ahh."
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Mender would pocket all the items and offer the weapon to Kaelroc "I don't think it is magical..." he would say before turning to the old man. "This... person is dead. they... " he would pause and rub the bridge of his snout after hearing Kaelroc's deception.. "they tried to harm us... you especially. and I am burying them..." After covering the body, the kobold would stand up and let out a deep sigh. "Sorry for being rude, I am just a bit frustrated.... can you... check your packets... you wouldn't happen to have 31 gold, 8 silver, and 4 copper would you..." he would take off his hat and rub the top of his scaley head... " I think you owed him money.... and I think you need to stop smoking that stuff because it is going to get you killed." Mender would say in a defeated tone.
Kaelroc looking down at the scimitar. He shoves it into his bag with little consideration.
Perhaps we should let this elder go? This started with him asking for money and how we are doing the same. Kaelroc points at the fresh grave nearby.
We have saved your life elder. Like my friend said, you are melting away your mind with that herb.
"Yeah, you are right... The dragon man was a murderer and he is dead... It doesn't matter if the old man actually owed the guy money... a man's life is worth more than 30 gold pieces... and Selphiel was saved so ..." The kobold would pace around a bit, stuffing his rod in his belt and clutching his hat tightly in his clenched fists. "Please just go Selphiel... I feel you have brought us nothing but trouble." the kobold would say with another sigh before moving towards the goliath. Looking up to Kaelroc, he would shake his head and let out another sigh. "Thanks for your help friend.. I'm... going to bed."
The kobold would then walk towards the tent and disappear inside. If Kaelroc was to look in the tent he would only see the kobolds shell resting in the corner nestled down and partially obscured among the reeds.
Kaelroc shakes Selaphiela hand. Best of travels elder. He pulls him in closer and says.
Best you forget this. It only spells trouble for all of us if not.
And strides over to Mender to join him. Singing at the kobold... What's for dinner?
Mender and Kaelroc...
Selaphiel, pipe still between the lips, begins to search himself. "I know, I know..." he mutters, hands patting his front pockets... "It has become" ...then back pockets... "somewhat of a" ...before reaching inside his leather haversack...
"beastly addiction. Oho, what have we here!" he chuckles, withdrawing a bulging drawstring pouch. Taking another long, satisfied puff, he opens the pouch and begins to count out each and every of the 31 gold, 8 silver and 4 copper pieces it contains. He does it slowly and methodically, naming each coin until arriving at the final one (or until someone is annoyed enough to cut him off).
"How funny. I must've been wandering out here for weeks carrying this - can you imagine if someone had tried to steal such a fortune? On a separate note, I really should deliver it before Anglor sends a crony to take it by force!"
As Mender dismisses the old man and heads to the tent, Selaphiel blurts out to him. "Wait, I am sorry! The prospect of traversing this wretched swamp alone is not favorable... where are you headed?"
Each of you may roll a medicine check if you wish.
~~
Mimzy and Mugwort...
The two of you will not be lost twice - once you exit the canopy, it is smooth sailing. You make very good time, zipping across the forested area and subsequently the open marshland. I would make you roll a perception check to pick out the others' whereabouts, but with a set direction and a natural 20 on your survival check, you find them with ease: a small teal and larger grey dot in the distance, accompanied by someone else it seems...
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Mender Medicine check! 10
Mender would have kept walking and just shook his head on the way to the tent. We can say that he made the check as he was walking away... or even while sitting in his shell. He can still hear things going on outside his shell as if he were standing in the tent and I don't think the conversation is being whispered...
Mender...
Even from your limited interaction with Selaphiel, you can see the telltale signs of sickness - glaucoma, jaundiced fingers, an abnormal number of liver-patches, trembling, rasping and the like.
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Elder...
Age has not been kind to you. You hold your tribe back. Return home.
If you need this payment delivered, I can see to it.
Kaelroc...
Selaphiel looks as though he is about to make a retort but does not follow through. His saddened eyes drop to his feet. "Very well then, I bit you adieu." he mumbles, gathering himself and collecting his wagon. "Should you be kind enough to deliver this money, it needs to be in the hands of... ehrm." Puzzled, he checks whom the pouch's label is addressed to. "Ah yes, Amber Crowe. She is well loved in both Anglor and the city of Mermosapolis - quite the two-timer, if you catch my drift." With that, the old man thanks you for your service (though seems to have forgotten quite what is was you did...) and starts Southward.
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Very well elder, it will be handled. He solemnly says... When the wolf grows old, it knows when to leave it's pack and let the winter snow claim its heart. Rest well.
Kaelroc turns to join mender at the campsite. Looking at the shell - friend, what a evening.
The old man acknowledges Kaelroc's bleak proverb with a tilt of the head before vanishing into the gloom, humming all the while. A few minutes later, parting the mist as they descend, the fairy and goblin arrive in the clearing atop Griselda's broomstick. Mimzy and Mugwort, please describe your entrance (if you wish). In addition, I need everyone to summarize their plans before settling down for the night - be it preparation for tomorrow, warding of the current campsite or some other activity.
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