The night is uneventful, and in the morning you wake up refreshed. She makes you all a hearty breakfast as an extended thanks, and has a note written to Harbin complete with a wax seal to prove authenticity.
Jayson prepares to depart the midwife’s abode, casting one last look at the dead and bloating manticore carcass.
”Farewell, madam, and thank you for sharing your home with us and for the delicious meal. May this dead beast’s remains spare you from the dragon’s hunger, should it come to that.”
Once on the way, Jayson plays an old travel ballad.
- - -
Me, adrift in memories, this old town road I roam,
Where once were golden dreams, now faded whispers blown.
Through these empty moments, with a melody enshrined,
I'll paint a picture, with words soft like lovers entwined.
On the old town road, where shadows dance with time,
Each step echoes softly, hearing verses so sublime
A weathered bard, I sing my songs to passersby,
Whispering tales of love and sorrow 'neath the quiet sky.
Oh, on the old town road, the stories gently unfold,
Melodies intertwined with spirits yet untold.
With each strum of my yarting, I'll set their spirits free,
On the old town road, let my melodies carry thee.
Down this winding road, memories come alive,
A symphony of yesterdays, where echoes still survive.
Where lovers danced and children played with glee,
Their echoes whisper softly in every gust of breeze.
Oh, on the old town road, the stories gently unfold,
Melodies intertwined with spirits yet untold.
With each strum of my yarting, I'll set their spirits free,
On the old town road, let my melodies carry thee.
The ghostly footsteps echo, through the night they roam,
Tales of triumph and heartache, in timeless undertones.
The sun may set, but the stories never die,
As long as I still sing, their voices won't say goodbye.
So let me take you down this road, where memories reside,
A tapestry of emotions, where beauty cannot hide.
Through the fields of loneliness, we'll find solace in each song,
On the old town road, where hearts forever belong.
Oh, on the old town road, the stories gently unfold,
Melodies intertwined with spirits yet untold.
With each strum of my yarting, I'll set their spirits free,
On the old town road, let my melodies carry thee.
The old town road, it whispers secrets in my ear,
Singing melodies of hope and dreams overcome by fear.
Through the somber twilight, we'll find solace in our path,
And on the old town road, we'll leave behind our haunted past.
/ Biezdar have second wind so i would not say he is first in line for healing potion - my vote is for Gor or Orson/ "That was a nice piece Jay, so i suppose we get back to the Phandalin, regroup and see what is on the board for us?"
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Orson accepts the healing potion with a grateful bow. "Thank you for this. I'm sure some one here will need this soon enough." He stows the potion for easy retrieval and follows the others. As the group moves along the road to Phandelin he walks along in silence and thought for some time. A point comes where 'Orson' furrows his brows and gives a sharp nod as if he's made a decision. Clearing his throat noisily he addresses the group,
"Ah.. heh hem..ah, Fellas I have something to confess. I haven't been entirely forth coming. You see my real name is Quin, Quin Oberon. I'm sorry for the deception but I had to be sure I could trust you. Seeing how we've bled and almost died for each other I feel like I can tell you this now."
The rogue goes on to explain the incident involving his mother, his dead beat guard father and the handsy merchant, that forced him to abandon his home for a life on the road.
"So you see, that's why I have to be cautious and there was no way of knowing if I could trust you. But I see now you're good beings, deserving to know the truth.".Quin breathes a sigh as the burden of carrying his secret is lifted momentarily
Jayson looks about town, then speaks to no one in particular.
”If the mayor is the one who doles out the payments for completed tasks, then that’s who we need to see. Would there be anyone eless overseeing the work?”.
/The bard will wait for further guidance from his companions/
Kosef would like to go to the local temple or shrine to question the priest about the dwarven statues they found in the mine.
There is a shrine to Tymora. However there is no one currently tending to it. You ask a passerby about a priest and they respond "The shrine is looked after by a lovely elf acolyte named Sister Garaele. She has family in Neverwinter who she visits every so often and is there currently. I would expect her back maybe in a tenday or two, you just missed her."
"Quin?" Gor says, pondering what Orson has just laid down on them. Whatever he has just been told is mindblowing to the Half-Orc. There is something about it he simply can't grasp. "So Orson is trying to disguise himself as Quin? So Quin is the disguise? Ah, yes, I see. This is good thinking, Orson. I like it. Oah, but I am glad you can trust us! As for me, I don't think I would trust us."
Wherever the party wants to go, Gor is along for the ride at the moment. He just seems to enjoy the company of his new friends, and the sound of Jayson singing.
Biezdar first goes to meet his retainers. He spends some time with them catching up on what he missed in the town, and what he was up to when he was not around. He specifically wants to know if there were Dragon sightings during that time in the town. Biezdar is also interested in anything unusual that is happening or that people talk about. He also questions Thomas about his training routine and if he was able to make good relations with anybody in Phandalin. After conversation is over he gives the boy an assignment to find a place where someone could quickly repair his chainmail, as some of the rings got ripped during the fight with winged monster. (Biezdar will be without armor around Phandalin).
Biezdar then finds someone from the team and says he is going to see Twonmaster to report of their doings. (anyone who wants to join is welcome) and then wishes to see whats on the board to plan their next step.
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“I’m in, Biezdar. Let’s go cash in our chips. Also, we can see what’s pressing. If nothing significant needs immediate tending to, I say we head back and follow through with the dwarves.”
The bard grins at Biez.
”Additionally, I could do with a drink.”
/Jayson walks with Biezdar to the townmaster’s /
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You make your way upstairs and have a long rest.
The night is uneventful, and in the morning you wake up refreshed. She makes you all a hearty breakfast as an extended thanks, and has a note written to Harbin complete with a wax seal to prove authenticity.
You all level up to level 2.
After joining more my signature got out of hand so I am now a proud member of the extended signature club!! :)
Kosef is still feeling trepidatious about this decision, but will leave the woman if that's what she truly wishes.
Jayson prepares to depart the midwife’s abode, casting one last look at the dead and bloating manticore carcass.
”Farewell, madam, and thank you for sharing your home with us and for the delicious meal. May this dead beast’s remains spare you from the dragon’s hunger, should it come to that.”
Once on the way, Jayson plays an old travel ballad.
- - -
Me, adrift in memories, this old town road I roam,
Where once were golden dreams, now faded whispers blown.
Through these empty moments, with a melody enshrined,
I'll paint a picture, with words soft like lovers entwined.
On the old town road, where shadows dance with time,
Each step echoes softly, hearing verses so sublime
A weathered bard, I sing my songs to passersby,
Whispering tales of love and sorrow 'neath the quiet sky.
Oh, on the old town road, the stories gently unfold,
Melodies intertwined with spirits yet untold.
With each strum of my yarting, I'll set their spirits free,
On the old town road, let my melodies carry thee.
Down this winding road, memories come alive,
A symphony of yesterdays, where echoes still survive.
Where lovers danced and children played with glee,
Their echoes whisper softly in every gust of breeze.
Oh, on the old town road, the stories gently unfold,
Melodies intertwined with spirits yet untold.
With each strum of my yarting, I'll set their spirits free,
On the old town road, let my melodies carry thee.
The ghostly footsteps echo, through the night they roam,
Tales of triumph and heartache, in timeless undertones.
The sun may set, but the stories never die,
As long as I still sing, their voices won't say goodbye.
So let me take you down this road, where memories reside,
A tapestry of emotions, where beauty cannot hide.
Through the fields of loneliness, we'll find solace in each song,
On the old town road, where hearts forever belong.
Oh, on the old town road, the stories gently unfold,
Melodies intertwined with spirits yet untold.
With each strum of my yarting, I'll set their spirits free,
On the old town road, let my melodies carry thee.
The old town road, it whispers secrets in my ear,
Singing melodies of hope and dreams overcome by fear.
Through the somber twilight, we'll find solace in our path,
And on the old town road, we'll leave behind our haunted past.
Are you guys headed back to Phandalin or the dwarves?
And who took the potion of healing?
After joining more my signature got out of hand so I am now a proud member of the extended signature club!! :)
Kosef can cast healing spells so probably doesn’t need them
/ Biezdar have second wind so i would not say he is first in line for healing potion - my vote is for Gor or Orson/
"That was a nice piece Jay, so i suppose we get back to the Phandalin, regroup and see what is on the board for us?"
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“Thanks. It’s good for traveling.”
Jayson shrugs.
”We told the dwarves we’d be back. But if we go back to Phandalin, we can settle up, get paid, *AND THEN* return to the dig site. I vote town.”
Kosef is keen to get back to town. He has some errands he wishes to run.
Orson accepts the healing potion with a grateful bow. "Thank you for this. I'm sure some one here will need this soon enough." He stows the potion for easy retrieval and follows the others. As the group moves along the road to Phandelin he walks along in silence and thought for some time. A point comes where 'Orson' furrows his brows and gives a sharp nod as if he's made a decision. Clearing his throat noisily he addresses the group,
"Ah.. heh hem..ah, Fellas I have something to confess. I haven't been entirely forth coming. You see my real name is Quin, Quin Oberon. I'm sorry for the deception but I had to be sure I could trust you. Seeing how we've bled and almost died for each other I feel like I can tell you this now."
The rogue goes on to explain the incident involving his mother, his dead beat guard father and the handsy merchant, that forced him to abandon his home for a life on the road.
"So you see, that's why I have to be cautious and there was no way of knowing if I could trust you. But I see now you're good beings, deserving to know the truth.".Quin breathes a sigh as the burden of carrying his secret is lifted momentarily
**This Space for Rent**
You make your way back to Phandalin with no issue. Where is the first stop?
After joining more my signature got out of hand so I am now a proud member of the extended signature club!! :)
Kosef would like to go to the local temple or shrine to question the priest about the dwarven statues they found in the mine.
Jayson looks about town, then speaks to no one in particular.
”If the mayor is the one who doles out the payments for completed tasks, then that’s who we need to see. Would there be anyone eless overseeing the work?”.
/The bard will wait for further guidance from his companions/
There is a shrine to Tymora. However there is no one currently tending to it. You ask a passerby about a priest and they respond "The shrine is looked after by a lovely elf acolyte named Sister Garaele. She has family in Neverwinter who she visits every so often and is there currently. I would expect her back maybe in a tenday or two, you just missed her."
After joining more my signature got out of hand so I am now a proud member of the extended signature club!! :)
Kosef briefly considers going into the shrine and looking through her notes, but decides it wouldn't be ethical. He goes to meet up with the others.
Quin finds an out of the way spot near the job board where he can watch for anyone who might be watching for him.
**This Space for Rent**
"Quin?" Gor says, pondering what Orson has just laid down on them. Whatever he has just been told is mindblowing to the Half-Orc. There is something about it he simply can't grasp. "So Orson is trying to disguise himself as Quin? So Quin is the disguise? Ah, yes, I see. This is good thinking, Orson. I like it. Oah, but I am glad you can trust us! As for me, I don't think I would trust us."
Wherever the party wants to go, Gor is along for the ride at the moment. He just seems to enjoy the company of his new friends, and the sound of Jayson singing.
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No one is watching you. There is a new job listed though, alongside the one you didn't take last time.
After joining more my signature got out of hand so I am now a proud member of the extended signature club!! :)
Kosef is happy to let the others decide. He's happy to follow either lead.
Biezdar first goes to meet his retainers. He spends some time with them catching up on what he missed in the town, and what he was up to when he was not around. He specifically wants to know if there were Dragon sightings during that time in the town. Biezdar is also interested in anything unusual that is happening or that people talk about. He also questions Thomas about his training routine and if he was able to make good relations with anybody in Phandalin. After conversation is over he gives the boy an assignment to find a place where someone could quickly repair his chainmail, as some of the rings got ripped during the fight with winged monster. (Biezdar will be without armor around Phandalin).
Biezdar then finds someone from the team and says he is going to see Twonmaster to report of their doings. (anyone who wants to join is welcome) and then wishes to see whats on the board to plan their next step.
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Jayson nods.
“I’m in, Biezdar. Let’s go cash in our chips. Also, we can see what’s pressing. If nothing significant needs immediate tending to, I say we head back and follow through with the dwarves.”
The bard grins at Biez.
”Additionally, I could do with a drink.”
/Jayson walks with Biezdar to the townmaster’s /