Yuri catches up with Renvalm and places a hand on his shoulder, speaking softly so as to not be overheard by the others.
"My mother and father both told me that we are defined by our actions. You used your abilities to keep us safe and see us safely through that cave. I don't see anything other than a capable ally who I am proud to have say I fought beside."
Looking down before returning back to his position beside the cart, Yuri spots the head of Yeemik hanging from Renvalm's belt, it's face in a hideous rictus grin.
"... I mean your methods are extreme, but who can argue with results."
Before Yuri returns to his position beside the cart Renvalm responds, "Its not my abilities or how I use them I have a problem with. It's the methods used to get them and I would never wish what happened to me on others even if it could help thousands."
“Spirit. In every language in all the Realms, surface and Underdark, in every time and every place, the word has a ring of strength and determination. It is the hero's strength, the mother's resilience and the poor man's armor. It cannot be broken and it cannot be taken away.”
Nodding in understanding as he backtracks Yuri adds,
"What I mean to say is, who is the monster Renvalm? The abomination itself or the one who made it in the first place? When you go looking for ones that made you like this, you won't be going alone."
OOC I just wanted to cheer Renvalm up, I regret saying Yuri took his position back.
(Gramgran is standing by Sildar, so she's probably not close enough to whisper to from the cart)
The cleric will walk over to Renvalm after the party starts moving, and walks next to him for a while not saying anything. But any time he looks at her, he'll see that she's looking at him with a kind smile until he's ready to talk.
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Yuri casts his eyes about the road ahead and the bushes and trees to either side. Remembering about the escaped goblin he occasionally turns his back down the road.
The trail is quiet for the most part, a few animals here and there. The trail gains other travelers as you all begin to get closer to Phandalin. The rutted track emerges from a wooded hillside, and you catch your first glimpse of Phandalin. The town consists of forty or fifty simple log buildings, some built on old fieldstone foundations. More old ruins—crumbling stone walls covered in ivy and briars—surround the newer houses and shops, showing how this must have been a much larger town in centuries past. Most of the newer buildings are set on the sides of the cart track, which widens into a muddy main street of sorts as it climbs toward a ruined manor house on a hillside at the east side of town. As you approach, you see children playing on the town green and townsfolk tending to chores or running errands at shops. Many people look up as you approach, but all return to their business as you go. Sildar seems much more at ease. "My friends," he says, "let us secure lodgings. I'm told the local inn is very quaint." In the center of town, pointed out by Sildar, stands a large, newly built roadhouse of fieldstone and rough-hewn timbers. A large sign hangs outside, "Stonehill Inn."
As they approach, Kim ensures them to go with Sildar as she will tie up the horses to a post, feed them, water them, and make sure the supplies are secure. Once she does all of this, she will then follow into the inn with the rest.
Before walking into the inn, Renvalm walks up to Sildar. Holding up the severed heads he asks, "Would you happen to know if these two have a bounty on them and where I could go to collect it?"
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“Spirit. In every language in all the Realms, surface and Underdark, in every time and every place, the word has a ring of strength and determination. It is the hero's strength, the mother's resilience and the poor man's armor. It cannot be broken and it cannot be taken away.”
Gramgran will go to the inn to secure lodgings. She'll find the innkeeper or someone who works there and ask, "Excuse me dear, but can you tell me who I talk to to secure some rooms please? There are quite a few of us."
Turning to Sildar, “You mentioned having some contacts that would be able to give us more information on the place our benefactor was taken. Would we be able to meet them soon?”
Sildar tells Ren that the creatures he had the heads of are not of any importance to the town. The goblin clan never ventured close to the town to warrant a bounty on the clan. Sildar turns to Morpetor. "I would like to rest for the evening. Tomorrow I will set off to find my wizard contact."
Gramgran and the group enter the inn. A large portly human stands behind the bar counter, but he is not serving the drinks. "Why hello there. You all seem new in town. I'm Tolbin Stonehill, proprietor of this here establishment. We have six rooms available." Sildar takes a quick step forward to secure a room of his own. With it being early in the day, the bar crowd is rather sparce. Behind the bar is a half elf barmaid, cleaning glasses. Another human woman stands near the till. Only three patrons are seated at the tables. An elderly male with farmers garb, another younger male, dirtied from the mines and an elderly female, knitting and eating a stew.
As Yuri sharpens his blade, a younger kid takes notice of the boxes on the ground. "Sir, are you part of the Lionshield Coster?"
Yuri looks up from his sword and looks at the crest on the crate. A lion's head on a shield. "Hmmm, is that who these crates belong to? The Lionshield Coster?"
Looking round to the child Yuri shakes his head. "I'm not with them. I'm with another caravan. We were attacked in the road by goblins and when we were through with them, found a lot of stolen supplies within their lair. I guess we'll be reuniting this Lionshield Coster with their supplies now we've made it to town."
Putting whetstone away, Yuri sheathes his sword. "What is this Coster like? Where can we find them?"
“Mr Stonehill, I would like to secure one of your rooms for the evening as well. What is the cost per night? Also, are there places in town where one could acquire gems or items for healing or the arcane?”
With the heads no longer any use to him Renvalm throws them into the nearest alleyway. Going into the inn he gets separate rooms for him and Yuri and returns outside to help him secure the wagon for the night. "I've secured a room for you, let's secure the cart then head inside for a drink." Seeing the kid he asks, "What do you want kid?"
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“Spirit. In every language in all the Realms, surface and Underdark, in every time and every place, the word has a ring of strength and determination. It is the hero's strength, the mother's resilience and the poor man's armor. It cannot be broken and it cannot be taken away.”
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Yuri catches up with Renvalm and places a hand on his shoulder, speaking softly so as to not be overheard by the others.
"My mother and father both told me that we are defined by our actions. You used your abilities to keep us safe and see us safely through that cave. I don't see anything other than a capable ally who I am proud to have say I fought beside."
Looking down before returning back to his position beside the cart, Yuri spots the head of Yeemik hanging from Renvalm's belt, it's face in a hideous rictus grin.
"... I mean your methods are extreme, but who can argue with results."
Renvalm Hellhelm
Lvl 2 | Human | Barbarian
Before Yuri returns to his position beside the cart Renvalm responds, "Its not my abilities or how I use them I have a problem with. It's the methods used to get them and I would never wish what happened to me on others even if it could help thousands."
“Spirit. In every language in all the Realms, surface and Underdark, in every time and every place, the word has a ring of strength and determination. It is the hero's strength, the mother's resilience and the poor man's armor. It cannot be broken and it cannot be taken away.”
Nodding in understanding as he backtracks Yuri adds,
"What I mean to say is, who is the monster Renvalm? The abomination itself or the one who made it in the first place? When you go looking for ones that made you like this, you won't be going alone."
OOC I just wanted to cheer Renvalm up, I regret saying Yuri took his position back.
Kim takes a mental note of this. She then fakes a look that says I'm sorry.
Gramgran
(Gramgran is standing by Sildar, so she's probably not close enough to whisper to from the cart)
The cleric will walk over to Renvalm after the party starts moving, and walks next to him for a while not saying anything. But any time he looks at her, he'll see that she's looking at him with a kind smile until he's ready to talk.
OOC- My bad, I thought Gramgran was in the cart. I'll edit that out then.
Yuri casts his eyes about the road ahead and the bushes and trees to either side. Remembering about the escaped goblin he occasionally turns his back down the road.
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The trail is quiet for the most part, a few animals here and there. The trail gains other travelers as you all begin to get closer to Phandalin. The rutted track emerges from a wooded hillside, and you catch your first glimpse of Phandalin. The town consists of forty or fifty simple log buildings, some built on old fieldstone foundations. More old ruins—crumbling stone walls covered in ivy and briars—surround the newer houses and shops, showing how this must have been a much larger town in centuries past. Most of the newer buildings are set on the sides of the cart track, which widens into a muddy main street of sorts as it climbs toward a ruined manor house on a hillside at the east side of town. As you approach, you see children playing on the town green and townsfolk tending to chores or running errands at shops. Many people look up as you approach, but all return to their business as you go. Sildar seems much more at ease. "My friends," he says, "let us secure lodgings. I'm told the local inn is very quaint." In the center of town, pointed out by Sildar, stands a large, newly built roadhouse of fieldstone and rough-hewn timbers. A large sign hangs outside, "Stonehill Inn."
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Yuri offers to stay with the cart while the others secure lodgings.
As they approach, Kim ensures them to go with Sildar as she will tie up the horses to a post, feed them, water them, and make sure the supplies are secure. Once she does all of this, she will then follow into the inn with the rest.
Renvalm Hellhelm
Lvl 2 | Human | Barbarian
Before walking into the inn, Renvalm walks up to Sildar. Holding up the severed heads he asks, "Would you happen to know if these two have a bounty on them and where I could go to collect it?"
“Spirit. In every language in all the Realms, surface and Underdark, in every time and every place, the word has a ring of strength and determination. It is the hero's strength, the mother's resilience and the poor man's armor. It cannot be broken and it cannot be taken away.”
Gramgran
Gramgran will go to the inn to secure lodgings. She'll find the innkeeper or someone who works there and ask, "Excuse me dear, but can you tell me who I talk to to secure some rooms please? There are quite a few of us."
(Are there any if Gramgran's places here?)
Morpetor
Turning to Sildar, “You mentioned having some contacts that would be able to give us more information on the place our benefactor was taken. Would we be able to meet them soon?”
As the rest of the group moves away with Sildar, Yuri lifts a crate down from the rear of the cart, setting it down gently.
Perching on his new seat, he takes his mother's longsword from its sheath, and begins sharpening it, waiting on their return.
(Sorry guys. Give me a day to update. Ill set you up tomorrow. Sorry for the delay. Real life....)
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Sildar tells Ren that the creatures he had the heads of are not of any importance to the town. The goblin clan never ventured close to the town to warrant a bounty on the clan. Sildar turns to Morpetor. "I would like to rest for the evening. Tomorrow I will set off to find my wizard contact."
Gramgran and the group enter the inn. A large portly human stands behind the bar counter, but he is not serving the drinks. "Why hello there. You all seem new in town. I'm Tolbin Stonehill, proprietor of this here establishment. We have six rooms available." Sildar takes a quick step forward to secure a room of his own. With it being early in the day, the bar crowd is rather sparce. Behind the bar is a half elf barmaid, cleaning glasses. Another human woman stands near the till. Only three patrons are seated at the tables. An elderly male with farmers garb, another younger male, dirtied from the mines and an elderly female, knitting and eating a stew.
As Yuri sharpens his blade, a younger kid takes notice of the boxes on the ground. "Sir, are you part of the Lionshield Coster?"
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Yuri looks up from his sword and looks at the crest on the crate. A lion's head on a shield. "Hmmm, is that who these crates belong to? The Lionshield Coster?"
Looking round to the child Yuri shakes his head. "I'm not with them. I'm with another caravan. We were attacked in the road by goblins and when we were through with them, found a lot of stolen supplies within their lair. I guess we'll be reuniting this Lionshield Coster with their supplies now we've made it to town."
Putting whetstone away, Yuri sheathes his sword. "What is this Coster like? Where can we find them?"
Morpetor
“Mr Stonehill, I would like to secure one of your rooms for the evening as well. What is the cost per night? Also, are there places in town where one could acquire gems or items for healing or the arcane?”
Gramgran
"Kim, do you want to share a room? Us girls have to stick together you know!"
Renvalm Hellhelm
Lvl 2 | Human | Barbarian
With the heads no longer any use to him Renvalm throws them into the nearest alleyway. Going into the inn he gets separate rooms for him and Yuri and returns outside to help him secure the wagon for the night. "I've secured a room for you, let's secure the cart then head inside for a drink." Seeing the kid he asks, "What do you want kid?"
“Spirit. In every language in all the Realms, surface and Underdark, in every time and every place, the word has a ring of strength and determination. It is the hero's strength, the mother's resilience and the poor man's armor. It cannot be broken and it cannot be taken away.”