(Barnabas has left the campaign, so you would lose him shortly after, for the sake of this, I will say he took a wrong turn at some point, leaving him alive if he does decide to come back)
There is tracks of around 4 goblins that you can follow. They look fresh enough, maybe a day old or so. You are able to follow them through some bushes into some woods where there is a trail that looks well travelled by goblins. There are some larger footprints too, but those are much older (maybe a few weeks old) and you can't make out what made them, they do look humanoid though.
You all make your way along the trail. It is quite overgrown and hard to move through, but you manage to do so without too much hinderance. You start to reach a point where you notice someone else has been this way recently, with the undergrowth trampled as if by a stocky form, larger than a goblin. Sure enough, up ahead you can just about see a dwarf hacking their way through the underbrush, headed in the same direction as you.
Anyone with a passive perception of 14 or higher read the spoiler:
About 10ft ahead of the dwarf (Wilhelmina) is a pitfall trap, well covered with leaves but just enough out of place for you to notice it is wrong.
Melchior notices the pitfall and calls out to the Dwarf ahead of them, “Careful! There’s a trap a few steps ahead!” He runs up to her and attempts to hold her back by reaching for her shoulder.
The dwarf stops in her tracks, surprised both by the voice and the hand on her shoulder. She whips around quickly and readies her shield arm to punch who is touching her, but she freezes as she looks at Melchior.
"Oh my, sorry sweetie, I thought you were a goblin."
She lowers her arm, but she stays in a ready fighter stance while speaking.
"Thanks for the warning. But what are you doing all the way out here?"
He takes a few steps back after the sight of near violence, and responds, “We were sent on a quest by a generous hooded figure back in Phandalin to seek a lost chest for him.”
He looked at his robe checking for dirt, and if he found even the slightest speck of filth, he casted mending to remove it immediately.
He pondered for a moment and then asked, “Another great question is ‘Why are you out here’ young madam?”
"Har har, young madam? You can just call me Willie, mate. Wilhelmina Raavendra, nice to meet you!"
She slaps Melchior hard on the shoulder, leaving a small dirt print, right after he mends away the filth on his robe.
"I was travelling to Phandalin actually when I saw goblins attempting to sneak this way. It seemed like they were struggling with something heavy. I thought I would ask them what they were up to, but got slowed down by the tall grasses here."
She just shrugs her shoulders and grins. "Unfortunately not, I got lost in these tall grasses and then you lot scared me just now. With your help, perhaps we could catch up with them."
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Melchior stays silent for a moment gazing at the large hand print on his robe. He soon cleansed the garment and joins the conversation, "That might be our most beneficial option, Miss Raavendra. Seeing as one of our compatriots seems to have lost his way, another set of hands is always welcome." He begins to fiddle with a sigil hanging from his waist and starts to mumble a series of quick prayers of guidance.
OOC: I'd like to cast light on my staff to try and light the path ahead of us and make a perception check looking for any other signs of the goblins
"Is there anything of interest? Is it safe to proceed? Melchior, could you provide us some detail rather than staring at dirt?"
(Barnabas has left the campaign, so you would lose him shortly after, for the sake of this, I will say he took a wrong turn at some point, leaving him alive if he does decide to come back)
There is tracks of around 4 goblins that you can follow. They look fresh enough, maybe a day old or so. You are able to follow them through some bushes into some woods where there is a trail that looks well travelled by goblins. There are some larger footprints too, but those are much older (maybe a few weeks old) and you can't make out what made them, they do look humanoid though.
After joining more my signature got out of hand so I am now a proud member of the extended signature club!! :)
“Come now friends, the trail is this way!” Melchior called out as he waltzed through the brush trying his best to follow the trail.
Horros is absent minded following the groups instructions
"I trust you to guide us, but If you see something like... well anything noteworthy or dangerous let us know."
You all make your way along the trail. It is quite overgrown and hard to move through, but you manage to do so without too much hinderance. You start to reach a point where you notice someone else has been this way recently, with the undergrowth trampled as if by a stocky form, larger than a goblin. Sure enough, up ahead you can just about see a dwarf hacking their way through the underbrush, headed in the same direction as you.
Anyone with a passive perception of 14 or higher read the spoiler:
About 10ft ahead of the dwarf (Wilhelmina) is a pitfall trap, well covered with leaves but just enough out of place for you to notice it is wrong.
After joining more my signature got out of hand so I am now a proud member of the extended signature club!! :)
Melchior notices the pitfall and calls out to the Dwarf ahead of them, “Careful! There’s a trap a few steps ahead!” He runs up to her and attempts to hold her back by reaching for her shoulder.
The dwarf stops in her tracks, surprised both by the voice and the hand on her shoulder. She whips around quickly and readies her shield arm to punch who is touching her, but she freezes as she looks at Melchior.
"Oh my, sorry sweetie, I thought you were a goblin."
She lowers her arm, but she stays in a ready fighter stance while speaking.
"Thanks for the warning. But what are you doing all the way out here?"
He takes a few steps back after the sight of near violence, and responds, “We were sent on a quest by a generous hooded figure back in Phandalin to seek a lost chest for him.”
He looked at his robe checking for dirt, and if he found even the slightest speck of filth, he casted mending to remove it immediately.
He pondered for a moment and then asked, “Another great question is ‘Why are you out here’ young madam?”
The dwarf laughs a little.
"Har har, young madam? You can just call me Willie, mate. Wilhelmina Raavendra, nice to meet you!"
She slaps Melchior hard on the shoulder, leaving a small dirt print, right after he mends away the filth on his robe.
"I was travelling to Phandalin actually when I saw goblins attempting to sneak this way. It seemed like they were struggling with something heavy. I thought I would ask them what they were up to, but got slowed down by the tall grasses here."
He steps up to Wilhemina and says, "Were you able to ask them anything?"
She just shrugs her shoulders and grins. "Unfortunately not, I got lost in these tall grasses and then you lot scared me just now. With your help, perhaps we could catch up with them."
Melchior stays silent for a moment gazing at the large hand print on his robe. He soon cleansed the garment and joins the conversation, "That might be our most beneficial option, Miss Raavendra. Seeing as one of our compatriots seems to have lost his way, another set of hands is always welcome." He begins to fiddle with a sigil hanging from his waist and starts to mumble a series of quick prayers of guidance.
OOC: I'd like to cast light on my staff to try and light the path ahead of us and make a perception check looking for any other signs of the goblins
Perception:16