"The Black Spider is a drow. They sent those three bugbears to help me keep the population of Phandalin under control, but my Redbrands have managed just fine without them. Until you all came along of course. The bugbears made no secret of telling me that they knew the way to Wave Echo Cave, but never shared the location with me; you can surely appreciate I would have left for the place already if I had been told the location.
I don't know The Black Spider's true name, but I know they are searching Wave Echo Cave for the Forge of Spells. I have read that Dwarves and Gnomes of the Phandelver’s Pact used the magical forge to fashion powerful magic items. I wish I could see it."
Brand listens to Albrek and then says "Regret is all I hear. If you had set up the constabulary instead of making a band of bandits, we would have been grateful for the help of a seasoned wizard, but alas you chose the path or darkness and preyed upon the common folk."
Brand stands Albrek up and says let's move to the next room.
The party backtracks to the armoury and opens the door at the far end with the big key. They step through into what appears to be a crypt.
Three large stone sarcophagi stand within this dusty crypt, and propped up against each sarcophagus is a human skeleton clad in bits of rusty mail. False columns along the walls are carved in the image of spreading oak trees. The double doors in the southeast corner are sheathed in tarnished copper plate.
"Sadly such summoning is not my area of expertise. They are however, enchanted to attack. Fear not though, you will be safe as long as you wear those cloaks. I will also be safe because, well, it's my spell."
Albrek commands the skeletons to move aside. With a creak and a dislodging of dust, they move from in front of the sarcophagi and lean against a pillar before becoming inert again
The stone lid of each sarcophagus is carved to depict the person entombed within—two human males and one human female, all of noble bearing. When opened, the three tombs contain mostly moldering bones and scraps of clothing, but amid the bones in each sarcophagus is a platinum signet ring (worth 50 gp each).
This long room is partitioned into three areas, with iron bars walling off the north and south. Filthy straw lines the floors of those cells, the hinged doors of which are secured by chains and padlocks. A pair of disheveled human women are held in the cell to the south, while a human boy is confined to the north. All are dressed in plain gray tunics and have iron collars fitted around their necks.
A heap of discarded clothing is piled carelessly against the far wall.
There are two Redbrands ruffians taunting the women.
"These people have taken me as their prisoner. They were sent by the Lord's Alliance to find me and I was not able to escape them. They want to know what you were doing to those prisoners"
"you what? Never mind what the **** we were doing to them. You'd do better worrying about what we'll do to you lot. Let the boss go or I'll activate the unlimited power of my holy sword"
Brand taps Albrek's shoulder and tells him "Sit down, as I don't want you getting hurt unnecessarily."
Brand draws Talon and holds it outside his cloak and down to his side so that the glint of the steel could be seen in the dim light. "You think you will fair better than the other Redbands? They are but bloody stains on that bar floor, the Nothic a hollow eyed lump of flesh rotting by the bridge and the 3 Bugbears are charred remains!" You've drawn your weapons and as such that would normally seal your fate, however, I have been allowing the fanatical side of me run riot since we arrived here so let me say this. Iwill offer you this opportunity only once. Surrender and be judged in town or be exterminated like vermin, the choice is yours."
The two look at each other, then stay quiet for what feels like a painfully long time. The one without the 'holy sword' licks his lips furtively then drops his blade.
Visibly deflated by this, the other drops his sword as well.
Brand smiles but it doesn't touch his eyes. "Good choice, now take off all your clothes except your underwear and drop them on the floor take 2 steps towards me, turn around and face away from me, kneel down and put your hands on your head and interlock your fingers."
"The Black Spider is a drow. They sent those three bugbears to help me keep the population of Phandalin under control, but my Redbrands have managed just fine without them. Until you all came along of course. The bugbears made no secret of telling me that they knew the way to Wave Echo Cave, but never shared the location with me; you can surely appreciate I would have left for the place already if I had been told the location.
I don't know The Black Spider's true name, but I know they are searching Wave Echo Cave for the Forge of Spells. I have read that Dwarves and Gnomes of the Phandelver’s Pact used the magical forge to fashion powerful magic items. I wish I could see it."
Brand listens to Albrek and then says "Regret is all I hear. If you had set up the constabulary instead of making a band of bandits, we would have been grateful for the help of a seasoned wizard, but alas you chose the path or darkness and preyed upon the common folk."
Brand stands Albrek up and says let's move to the next room.
The party backtracks to the armoury and opens the door at the far end with the big key. They step through into what appears to be a crypt.
Three large stone sarcophagi stand within this dusty crypt, and propped up against each sarcophagus is a human skeleton clad in bits of rusty mail. False columns along the walls are carved in the image of spreading oak trees. The double doors in the southeast corner are sheathed in tarnished copper plate.
Brand looks at the skeletons and sarcophagus and then at Albrek with an amused look.
"Are these skeletons of your making?"
"Sadly such summoning is not my area of expertise. They are however, enchanted to attack. Fear not though, you will be safe as long as you wear those cloaks. I will also be safe because, well, it's my spell."
"Lets test that theory." Brand strides into the room bringing Albrek along in one hand and looks around.
Perception check 7
Survival Check 23
The mailed skeletons ignore you all and remain inert against the sarcophagi
Albrek commands the skeletons to move aside. With a creak and a dislodging of dust, they move from in front of the sarcophagi and lean against a pillar before becoming inert again
The stone lid of each sarcophagus is carved to depict the person entombed within—two human males and one human female, all of noble bearing. When opened, the three tombs contain mostly moldering bones and scraps of clothing, but amid the bones in each sarcophagus is a platinum signet ring (worth 50 gp each).
Brand bags the rings and moves on to the door into the next room and opens it.
This long room is partitioned into three areas, with iron bars walling off the north and south. Filthy straw lines the floors of those cells, the hinged doors of which are secured by chains and padlocks. A pair of disheveled human women are held in the cell to the south, while a human boy is confined to the north. All are dressed in plain gray tunics and have iron collars fitted around their necks.
A heap of discarded clothing is piled carelessly against the far wall.
There are two Redbrands ruffians taunting the women.
Brand whispers in an irritated tone to Albrek, "See your "militia" in action, harassing women and children. Is this what you envisioned?"
Brand holds Albrek roughly by the arm and walks him forward towards the 2 redbands taunting the women.
The two Redbrands spin round as they hear Brand's boots on the stone floor.
"Boss! We're keeping an eye on these prisoners like you wanted.
Here, who're this lot?"
Albrek whispers to Brand. "The truth? Or....a truth?”
Brand whispers back, "Ask them what they were doing just now? And look amused. Then tell them the truth."
Brand lets go of Albrek's arm and moves his had to Talon's hilt under his cloak while giving the 2 Redbands a flat look.
Intimidation check 3
Albrek shrugs
"The truth it is" he whispers
"These people have taken me as their prisoner. They were sent by the Lord's Alliance to find me and I was not able to escape them. They want to know what you were doing to those prisoners"
"you what? Never mind what the **** we were doing to them. You'd do better worrying about what we'll do to you lot. Let the boss go or I'll activate the unlimited power of my holy sword"
Both bandits draw their short swords
Brand taps Albrek's shoulder and tells him "Sit down, as I don't want you getting hurt unnecessarily."
Brand draws Talon and holds it outside his cloak and down to his side so that the glint of the steel could be seen in the dim light. "You think you will fair better than the other Redbands? They are but bloody stains on that bar floor, the Nothic a hollow eyed lump of flesh rotting by the bridge and the 3 Bugbears are charred remains!" You've drawn your weapons and as such that would normally seal your fate, however, I have been allowing the fanatical side of me run riot since we arrived here so let me say this. Iwill offer you this opportunity only once. Surrender and be judged in town or be exterminated like vermin, the choice is yours."
The two look at each other, then stay quiet for what feels like a painfully long time. The one without the 'holy sword' licks his lips furtively then drops his blade.
Visibly deflated by this, the other drops his sword as well.
Brand smiles but it doesn't touch his eyes. "Good choice, now take off all your clothes except your underwear and drop them on the floor take 2 steps towards me, turn around and face away from me, kneel down and put your hands on your head and interlock your fingers."
"does we have to take our clothes off? I'll do all that other stuff, sure but...I'm not wearing no smallclothes today..."