"Sir?" Mr. Migello says. "He, I'm no sir, but yes of course we'll stop." The halfling then makes a shrill whistle as he pulls on the rains, the horses slowly coming to a halt not too far from the dwarf lady.
The dwarf lady looks over to the cart. "Well howdy, strangers. Don't suppose you have a mending spell between ya?" She says, brushing some sweat from her brow. She seems to have a farmer's build to her, freckles on her face and showing on her plush bosom. "I told pa that the wheel was needin' attention, but you know what it's like."
Crispy, on lookout, sees that there is a rocky outcrop not too far away, but it is not really close enough for an ideal ambush. If this is a set up, it's a novice that planned it.
Taking a closer look at the broken wheel, it appears that the spokes have broken with the centrepiece now a separate entity. "Yeah, nasty dip in the road right there." The dwarf gestures a few feet further up the road to a pothole. "Got a nasty jolt from that one, be feelin' that one for a few days, yessiree."
Friedrych glances down from atop the cart to see what is happening with the unfortunate Dwarf lady. 'She looks kind of cute. You know: in that Dwarven kind of way.'
A mere moment after that thought has crossed his mind, he feels something soft and leathery brushing against his right cheek. 'Hmph... all Dwarves look alike if you ask me.'
Friedrych does not dwell on that statement, momentarily distracted by the fact that it is possible to hmph in thoughts. Then an idea pops into his head.
'Lulu dear: would you please be my eyes in the sky?' 'Aye aye, capitan.'
An invisible little imp swan dives off of Friedrych's shoulder to avoid striking Mr. Migello with her wings. Moments later, she works her way up into the sky, moving in a spiral motion, until she is flying roughly 30 feet/10 metres above the cart, allowing her a bird-eye's view of the surroundings.
Akaas deftly lands beside the cart and walks to the dwarf's side. He bows low. "Greetings," the halfing says before standing erect again. He looks at the wheel and then back to his comrades. "If magic is not an option, do we have supplies which might be used to help this poor soul along? I have some rope," he offers.
You also have some bits of timber that you were planning to whittle with. Using that and the rope you could at least make the wheel serviceable until it gets into town.
Friedrych/Lulu:
Lulu reports on what she sees.
"Well beyond seeing down the dwarf cleavage, nothing out of the ordinary. The cart tracks come from down the road. Some of her stuff's fallen out into the ditch. Some boxes."
"Well it'd be a hoot if you could help me with the whole thing." The dwarf lady says with a smile. "Didn't bring any spare timber with me, or this'd be up an' runnin' in no time."
Crispy:
With a bit more glancing around, you can see that some of the boxes from the cart are in the ditch. They'd be good cover for halflings or goblins, but it's highly unlikely.
Akaas blinks at the dwarf. "I have a few pieces of timber, if you think they will suffice." At the dwarf's encouragement, the old halfling retrieves the pieces of wood (minus the partially carved one) he had in his pack and handed them and the rope over to her.
The dwarf smiles as her cheeks show a little dimple that compliment her button nose. "Well aren't you my lil' saviour today." She says. She looks to the axle of the wheel, and the rope and timber. "Feel like givin' me a hand, cutie?"
Crispy looks at the boxes but does nothing. She gets a hunch, a gut feeling, but doesnt act upon it. Instead, slowly, carefully, she moves her hand down to her sword holster and unpops the safety and leaves her hand on the hilt. Carefully. Quietly.
She clears her throat to get Borgs attention, and pretending shes fixing her hair, she makes a few hand signals that she would understand.
Those boxes by the ditch. Check for ambush. Want me to come?
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
(OOC: @DirtyDogP it's just the Dex modifier + proficiency. The way you've rolled is Dex save + proficiency, which effectively is adding proficiency twice. It would've been an 18 so I'll count it as that)
Akaas uses his tools to make some replacement support for wheel of the cart. He uses some off-cuts from the piece he has been whittling to fill in a couple of gaps to help keep it tight.
Chetin and the dwarf lady attempt to life the cart between them. They struggle to get it to a good height (possibly because it's caught at an angle in the ditch), as there is some back strain on Chetin (Chetin takes 3 point of damage from pulling muscles). The dwarf woman groans under the pressure. "Hell's teeth, give it more oomph." She says, gritting her teeth while attempting to keep it held in place for Akaas to affix the wheel.
Crispy and Borg begin to look over the boxes. Fortunately there aren't any goblins hiding there, but she notes through some of the holes in the boxes that there appear to be herbs and vials of spices in the cargo this dwarf is taking with her. She also notes that there is some salt that has fallen out of a pouch nearby, so it looks like this dwarf is coming to sell more exotic foodstuffs of some sort; fairly uncommon for dwarven trade goods, as they tend to work with smithing and stonecutting as their main works.
"Sir?" Mr. Migello says. "He, I'm no sir, but yes of course we'll stop." The halfling then makes a shrill whistle as he pulls on the rains, the horses slowly coming to a halt not too far from the dwarf lady.
The dwarf lady looks over to the cart. "Well howdy, strangers. Don't suppose you have a mending spell between ya?" She says, brushing some sweat from her brow. She seems to have a farmer's build to her, freckles on her face and showing on her plush bosom. "I told pa that the wheel was needin' attention, but you know what it's like."
Crispy, on lookout, sees that there is a rocky outcrop not too far away, but it is not really close enough for an ideal ambush. If this is a set up, it's a novice that planned it.
Borg hops down and looks to the cart, she will move closer. "I'm not sure, one of us might have that spell."
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Finlan will remain with Migello ready for action or to help defend.
Taking a closer look at the broken wheel, it appears that the spokes have broken with the centrepiece now a separate entity. "Yeah, nasty dip in the road right there." The dwarf gestures a few feet further up the road to a pothole. "Got a nasty jolt from that one, be feelin' that one for a few days, yessiree."
Crispy remains silent and watches on from her position.
Friedrych glances down from atop the cart to see what is happening with the unfortunate Dwarf lady.
'She looks kind of cute. You know: in that Dwarven kind of way.'
A mere moment after that thought has crossed his mind, he feels something soft and leathery brushing against his right cheek.
'Hmph... all Dwarves look alike if you ask me.'
Friedrych does not dwell on that statement, momentarily distracted by the fact that it is possible to hmph in thoughts. Then an idea pops into his head.
'Lulu dear: would you please be my eyes in the sky?'
'Aye aye, capitan.'
An invisible little imp swan dives off of Friedrych's shoulder to avoid striking Mr. Migello with her wings. Moments later, she works her way up into the sky, moving in a spiral motion, until she is flying roughly 30 feet/10 metres above the cart, allowing her a bird-eye's view of the surroundings.
'Lulu, what do your imp eyes see?'
Lulu's Perception roll: 14
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Akaas deftly lands beside the cart and walks to the dwarf's side. He bows low. "Greetings," the halfing says before standing erect again. He looks at the wheel and then back to his comrades. "If magic is not an option, do we have supplies which might be used to help this poor soul along? I have some rope," he offers.
Akaas:
You also have some bits of timber that you were planning to whittle with. Using that and the rope you could at least make the wheel serviceable until it gets into town.
Friedrych/Lulu:
Lulu reports on what she sees.
"Well beyond seeing down the dwarf cleavage, nothing out of the ordinary. The cart tracks come from down the road. Some of her stuff's fallen out into the ditch. Some boxes."
"Well it'd be a hoot if you could help me with the whole thing." The dwarf lady says with a smile. "Didn't bring any spare timber with me, or this'd be up an' runnin' in no time."
Crispy:
With a bit more glancing around, you can see that some of the boxes from the cart are in the ditch. They'd be good cover for halflings or goblins, but it's highly unlikely.
Akaas blinks at the dwarf. "I have a few pieces of timber, if you think they will suffice." At the dwarf's encouragement, the old halfling retrieves the pieces of wood (minus the partially carved one) he had in his pack and handed them and the rope over to her.
The dwarf smiles as her cheeks show a little dimple that compliment her button nose. "Well aren't you my lil' saviour today." She says. She looks to the axle of the wheel, and the rope and timber. "Feel like givin' me a hand, cutie?"
Chetin would join Akaas and help him lift the cart.
Crispy looks at the boxes but does nothing. She gets a hunch, a gut feeling, but doesnt act upon it. Instead, slowly, carefully, she moves her hand down to her sword holster and unpops the safety and leaves her hand on the hilt. Carefully. Quietly.
She clears her throat to get Borgs attention, and pretending shes fixing her hair, she makes a few hand signals that she would understand.
Those boxes by the ditch. Check for ambush. Want me to come?
Borg looks to Crispy, she will nod and make her way to the boxes with the chick.
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Chetin and the dwarf start to pull the cart up to allow Akaas to start mending the wagon wheel.
(Chetin, roll an Athletics check with advantage from the dwarf's help, while Akaas roll Dexterity (Woodcarver's Tools) check.)
Borg and Crispy hop off of the cart and begin to walk a wider circle around the cart and check over the boxes.
(If Crispy of you wants to roll Investigation with advantage from Borg's help.)
OOC: Dexterity + proficiency (2), right?: 20
7
Investigation: 25
(OOC: @DirtyDogP it's just the Dex modifier + proficiency. The way you've rolled is Dex save + proficiency, which effectively is adding proficiency twice. It would've been an 18 so I'll count it as that)
Akaas uses his tools to make some replacement support for wheel of the cart. He uses some off-cuts from the piece he has been whittling to fill in a couple of gaps to help keep it tight.
Chetin and the dwarf lady attempt to life the cart between them. They struggle to get it to a good height (possibly because it's caught at an angle in the ditch), as there is some back strain on Chetin (Chetin takes 3 point of damage from pulling muscles). The dwarf woman groans under the pressure. "Hell's teeth, give it more oomph." She says, gritting her teeth while attempting to keep it held in place for Akaas to affix the wheel.
Crispy and Borg begin to look over the boxes. Fortunately there aren't any goblins hiding there, but she notes through some of the holes in the boxes that there appear to be herbs and vials of spices in the cargo this dwarf is taking with her. She also notes that there is some salt that has fallen out of a pouch nearby, so it looks like this dwarf is coming to sell more exotic foodstuffs of some sort; fairly uncommon for dwarven trade goods, as they tend to work with smithing and stonecutting as their main works.
Akaas stands back up and inspects his work. "I think that will hold," he says. He looks at the cleric and dwarf and smiles. "Ease her down."
Crispy bods to Borg, feeling better. “Just supplies. Looks like they need some muscle up there with that cart. Lets go.”
Oh wait I think they got it.