(Judging by the posts people are ready to get going)
After hanging out by the street corner for about ten minutes a large covered wagon, drawn by a pair of large horses starts making it way towards the group. Up on the seat is Mr. Migello. He seems to have gotten a rather swishy colourful hat with a beautiful rainbow plumed feather in it. "Well, adventurers." He says, bringing the cart to a halt. "Adventure awaits. If we take the main roads, we should be able to get a good resting point by sundown."
Friedrych looks around the shop until his eyes fall upon the various vials of perfume. After a moment of pondering, he buys a set of 10 bottles, each a different fragrance, of 5 gp each. With the 10% off, that would come to 45 gp which he proceeds to hand over to the merchants.
'Why do you need so much smellwater?' 'A good disguise is so much more than just the visual. And it's called perfume, Lulu. You want some?' '...maybe later.'
He almost lost track of the group while shopping for the perfume but as Friedrych hurries outside, he is just in time to catch Borg saying she'll take rear guard. 'I call shotgun!' He yells out enthusiastically as he climbs up to take a seat next to Mr. Migello.
Akaas climbs aboard, pulling out a knife and the partially carved piece of wood he found by his bed this morning. He turns it in his hands several times, examining it from many different angles. Finally, he shrugs and begins apply the knife, slivers of wood coming off in delicate curls.
You note that there are several small wooden panels on the side of the cart. After a quick check, it appears that they can be pulled down to make a basic seat for a medium sized creature or smaller.
"Hop aboard." Mr. Migello says, readying to head off. "Just make sure to not fall asleep. A bump in the road could hurl you off if you're not paying attention."
The cart begins to travel through the network of pathways, the two large horses pulling it with little effort.
Borg:
Sitting at the back of the cart, you can see that there is effectively a steel gate over the back to prevent people from getting at the wares. Through the bars, you can see that there are several large crates, with a strong aroma emanating from the contents. The words "MIGELLO'S MISCELLANY" are stamped on the crates, and there is enough stock here to probably open up a shop unto itself.
Headed through to the East Gate the group doesn't have to deal with the customs officer, Mr. Migello provides paperwork and confirms that Team Crimson Fang are a hired escort for his travel. They take a moment to check the cart (probably with a Detect Magic) before letting it through the gates. "Well, folks. The open road ahead of us!" Mr. Migello says, the horses beginning to walk ahead into the familiar path that it felt like only yesterday since you had seen such a scene.
You note that there are several small wooden panels on the side of the cart. After a quick check, it appears that they can be pulled down to make a basic seat for a medium sized creature or smaller.
"Hop aboard." Mr. Migello says, readying to head off. "Just make sure to not fall asleep. A bump in the road could hurl you off if you're not paying attention."
The cart begins to travel through the network of pathways, the two large horses pulling it with little effort.
Friedrych plants his feet firmly on the wagon and uses his Slippers of Spider Climbing to ensure he won't fall off at every bump in the road while sightseeing.
The slippers allow one to walk on vertical surfaces and ceilings so I assume they can also help with stability on regular footing. Of course, if you want to play it RAW, that's fine too.
(Nah, the slippers can totally be used to help with sticking to the cart. It's fine, we play flexible here)
The cart continues at a steady pace along the southern trail. The halfling is happily singing a little ditty about "the old country" as the horses trot along. The open fields are a verdant green and glisten under the summer sun. Off in the distance the group can see a large forested area that some of the recently journeyed to, the trees' leaves lightly dancing in the gentle breeze.
Up ahead there is another cart, this one a smaller personal cart, off to one side of the road with one of the wheels obviously broken. The cart, now lopsided, seems to be being looked at by a stout dwarven woman in a tight suit of leather armour, looking at it while her pony idly chomps on some of the grass while tethered to the side of the cart to prevent it from going wandering.
Akaas looks up from his work as Chetin speaks. The ancient halfling looks around, spotting the dwarf and her cart. He quickly stows his work and prepares to disembark in order to assist in whatever way he can.
(Judging by the posts people are ready to get going)
After hanging out by the street corner for about ten minutes a large covered wagon, drawn by a pair of large horses starts making it way towards the group. Up on the seat is Mr. Migello. He seems to have gotten a rather swishy colourful hat with a beautiful rainbow plumed feather in it. "Well, adventurers." He says, bringing the cart to a halt. "Adventure awaits. If we take the main roads, we should be able to get a good resting point by sundown."
Borg looks to the cart and then the migello. "i'll hop on the back and keep rear guard." She says, heading to the back of the cart.
Kres - Aarakocra Monk - Level 1 - Lost Mines of Phandelver
Friedrych looks around the shop until his eyes fall upon the various vials of perfume. After a moment of pondering, he buys a set of 10 bottles, each a different fragrance, of 5 gp each. With the 10% off, that would come to 45 gp which he proceeds to hand over to the merchants.
'Why do you need so much smellwater?'
'A good disguise is so much more than just the visual. And it's called perfume, Lulu. You want some?'
'...maybe later.'
He almost lost track of the group while shopping for the perfume but as Friedrych hurries outside, he is just in time to catch Borg saying she'll take rear guard. 'I call shotgun!' He yells out enthusiastically as he climbs up to take a seat next to Mr. Migello.
William Brackwater: Human Fighter - The Windward Isles
Tyrgram, the Butterfly Knight: Dwarf Warlock - Secret of Greenwold
Iòlinder Corrach: Half Elf War Cleric - Allansia Adventure
Valerius Sergius Publius: Dhampir Paladin - Vae Victus
Crispy takes a moment to wonder where she will sit. Also, does Friedrice talk to himself, or is that two people having a conversation?
Crispy takes a seat next to Borg.
Borg looks to crispy and pulls crispy closer. "Hey chick, this will be a long trip, but it'll be fun."
Kres - Aarakocra Monk - Level 1 - Lost Mines of Phandelver
Akaas climbs aboard, pulling out a knife and the partially carved piece of wood he found by his bed this morning. He turns it in his hands several times, examining it from many different angles. Finally, he shrugs and begins apply the knife, slivers of wood coming off in delicate curls.
”As long as there’s no quicklings..”
Chetin sits in the back as well, setting his newly bought lantern in the cart.
Well I guess I'll have to walk. Finlan thinks to himself frustrated with the group for making the smallest person with the shortest legs walk.
You note that there are several small wooden panels on the side of the cart. After a quick check, it appears that they can be pulled down to make a basic seat for a medium sized creature or smaller.
"Hop aboard." Mr. Migello says, readying to head off. "Just make sure to not fall asleep. A bump in the road could hurl you off if you're not paying attention."
The cart begins to travel through the network of pathways, the two large horses pulling it with little effort.
Borg:
Sitting at the back of the cart, you can see that there is effectively a steel gate over the back to prevent people from getting at the wares. Through the bars, you can see that there are several large crates, with a strong aroma emanating from the contents. The words "MIGELLO'S MISCELLANY" are stamped on the crates, and there is enough stock here to probably open up a shop unto itself.
Headed through to the East Gate the group doesn't have to deal with the customs officer, Mr. Migello provides paperwork and confirms that Team Crimson Fang are a hired escort for his travel. They take a moment to check the cart (probably with a Detect Magic) before letting it through the gates. "Well, folks. The open road ahead of us!" Mr. Migello says, the horses beginning to walk ahead into the familiar path that it felt like only yesterday since you had seen such a scene.
Upon discovering the fold down seats Finlan is relieved and his original thoughts of the group returned.
Friedrych plants his feet firmly on the wagon and uses his Slippers of Spider Climbing to ensure he won't fall off at every bump in the road while sightseeing.
William Brackwater: Human Fighter - The Windward Isles
Tyrgram, the Butterfly Knight: Dwarf Warlock - Secret of Greenwold
Iòlinder Corrach: Half Elf War Cleric - Allansia Adventure
Valerius Sergius Publius: Dhampir Paladin - Vae Victus
"I don't know chick there might be Quicklings, they might be attracted to the smelly stuff."
Kres - Aarakocra Monk - Level 1 - Lost Mines of Phandelver
”I dont smell THAT bad..”
Borg laughs and sniffs around Crispy. "I don't know you smell like a good meal to me."
Kres - Aarakocra Monk - Level 1 - Lost Mines of Phandelver
Crispy made a saucy face that clearly spoke volumes about how Borg would find out later.
(Nah, the slippers can totally be used to help with sticking to the cart. It's fine, we play flexible here)
The cart continues at a steady pace along the southern trail. The halfling is happily singing a little ditty about "the old country" as the horses trot along. The open fields are a verdant green and glisten under the summer sun. Off in the distance the group can see a large forested area that some of the recently journeyed to, the trees' leaves lightly dancing in the gentle breeze.
Up ahead there is another cart, this one a smaller personal cart, off to one side of the road with one of the wheels obviously broken. The cart, now lopsided, seems to be being looked at by a stout dwarven woman in a tight suit of leather armour, looking at it while her pony idly chomps on some of the grass while tethered to the side of the cart to prevent it from going wandering.
"Sir Migello, can you stop the cart for a moment, please? I'd like to help the madam up ahead."
Akaas looks up from his work as Chetin speaks. The ancient halfling looks around, spotting the dwarf and her cart. He quickly stows his work and prepares to disembark in order to assist in whatever way he can.
Crispy will leap down, but keep her distance in case this is a setup, her right hand on her sword holster.