You spot a loose stone in the wall, upon inspection it's a false rock a lever. As you pull the lever you witness the blades of the blade trap swing out then back in with a locking click.
With the trap disabled you all make it back to the hatch and walk out of the cellar into the brewery. As you stand there one of the workers motions you over to where Glowkindle is working with a brewing vat.
"That was a bit too close for comfort."the ranger says relieved, after the trap was disarmed.
Entering the brewery's cellar, Sylvantras nods to the brewery worker and makes his way over to Glowkindle.
"Your rat problem has been taken care of...along with some giant centipedes, a great big fiery spider, and some kind of undead thing in the adjacent building."
Glowkindle hops down from the step stool and looks you over, oh my, it looks like you maybe the worse for wear. Wait, did you say undead thing?!? Oh my oh dear oh no! Rats are one thing but the unliving is something completely different. They don't breed like the rats do they?
"No Glowkindle they don't breed... they're dead. Anyway I'm thinking as a bonus perhaps we can deliver a keg to the Old Skull Inn, what da ya say, something strong? Do you know any jewelers in town, or dealers in magical components? I'm looking for a pearl." Mathias pulls out his staff wraps his other shirt sleeve around the top and uses it as a crutch to keep the weight off his leg. He then also notices the workers all watching the interactions, and begins a rythmic little drumming to see if they will try to work in sync with his tempo... Performance 16
"I wish I still had more of my magic available to me to help you, perhaps you still have a few of those berries left over, they might lend you a bit of strength until we can get back to the inn."the ranger says sympathetically to his fellow wood elf, putting a hand on her shoulder to steady her, should she need it.
Glowkindle settles up with the party, payment as promised. Something strong, I've got something I've been wanting to try. Tell you what, give me a couple of days and I'll have it sent right to the inn for you. Hearing you question about a jeweler or magical components he pauses for a minute, thinking, I don't know of any jewelers in the area, but you never know when one maybe coming by. As for components, you might try dealing with ol'Elmister himself. He doesn't have one on hand then he might be able to help you find one.
Unless the party has more questions, he'll bid you all a good evening, it's dusk out and will be dark by the time you make it back to the inn, thanking you over and over. You can tell he's extremely grateful for your help.
About two hours after sundown the three of you step through the door of the inn. A quick glance around and you'll notice it's a slow night.
Ah! if'n it ain't the saviors of Mage Tower Brewery, banishers of rats and who knows what else! Come lads, grab you a seat, I'll pull you a mug and some food then you can tell this old adventurer your tale. The bar keep turns from addressing, pours four large mugs of ale, brings them over to your table, be right back, he goes to the back and comes back with three steaming bowls of stew, a board of cheese, breads, honey butter and some kind of leafy green veggie. As he pulls up a chair, the other five people in the inn turn their chairs or move closer so they can hear you tell of your adventure.
Mathias looks at Marion and Sylvantras, then solemnly bows his head. “First a sad tale about seeking to live forever. It’s called Bertrem’s Sour Syrup,”
Performance 17 Lots of embellishment and a classical tragic end.
With a nod of thanks, Sylvantras digs into the offered food and drink while listening to Mathias version of the story the group found earlier in the day.
A female dwarf, long dirty blonde hair worn in braids and her long silky beard also braided, falling down over the front of her chainmail and a surcoat of white with two intertwined silver rings proudly displayed, listens to the song as she draws from her mug of ale. After the bard finishes, she pounds a fist on the table, what you would understand to be the dwarven way of "clapping" Almost heartbreaking, she winks toward the barkeep, almost. Then lets out a hardy laugh. What's this about saving the brewery?
Looking the dwarf over you will notice her pack setting next to the table, a battle axe and crossbow laid up against it, both within a quick reach if needed, a silver helm setting on the other side of the table. Noticing her surcoat please make a religion or history check for me.
The barkeep caught up in the tale, Yes please! tell us about the giant rats! A weary eyed woman that at one time may have been the toast of the town comes out and sets with the barkeep, you know this to be his wife. Do we need more stew of ale? she asks as she looks around.
"Another ale please." the ranger responds. "As far as the story goes, I'll leave that to Mathias, he's much better at that sort of thing than I am."Sylvantras adds with a wink towards his flamboyant companion.
"Starting to feel better now that you've had a chance to rest a bit and get a bit of food into you?" he asks Marion, obviously concerned about her well-being.
As Mathias launches into his latest tale, Sylvantras studies the room, the armored dwarf in particular.
"Okay okay let's listen close to the tale of two elven heroes and me!!" Mathias pulls out his shawm and drum, "With the greatest of ease these two did but ease the rats and the bugs from their filthy vermin lairs..." "And the burning giant spider was thick with the arrows of your hero and mine, Sylvantras!!" "Marion with no trouble at all took the mummy's touch and scoffed, where anyone of us would have been turned to dust..." With drumming and playing on the shawm even a little jig, Mathias recounts in grand fashion the tale of the Two Hero's and Me.
Performance 27 (Whoo yeah!)
"My what a beautiful audience, thank you." Mathias has a sheen of sweat but a true smile on his face, to think facing death could lead to such celebration. Once the excitement simmers, he will sit and dig in to the food and drink...
From your studies, be it from book and scroll or interactions with others in the world you live in, you recognise the symbol the dwarf spots as marking her as a faenor, a cleric in service to The Revered Mother Berronar Truesilver. Dwarven deity of life, light and peace. By the looks of the cleric, the weapons and scar across her face, that peace might best be achieved through might.
The bard finishes his tale, the four locals clap, laugh and stand to leave. As they pass your table they drop a total of 13 copper on the table, a mummy you say? They say goodbye to one another as they head out the door.
The barkeep's wife brings another round of ale out, sets them down then moves to clean off the now empty table.
The barkeep smiles, you can tell he's mulling over some of his own adventures while listening. A mummy? Really? Never had the chance to fight one of those. He looks to the female elf, did you really beat the mummy rot?
Gwanlynn smiles as more ale is set down. Great ale and interesting song! She raises her mug, salutes the group and finishes the delightful drink in one gulp. The female dwarf smiles as she slams her mug on the table Thank you for a great time! Tales worthy of the dwarven feasts of home. It sounds like one of you was hurt by the fire spider. Do require healing?
"If you would be so kind." Mathias had been thinking of changing the bandage wrapping his leg, and when Gwanlynn offers he quickly rolls up the pant leg and removes the cloth. "Sorry I haven't properly washed just yet, it seems like the last few hours just flew by. Excuse me but are you truly a faenor? The Revered Mother is a subject in so many epic tales always turning potential war to peace. I follow the teachings of Lliira, the lady of Joy myself." You notice Mathias observing your arsenal and battle scars, he has a few of his own.
Gwanlynn pauses for a moment, I haven't heard that title used very often outside of the hearth and home, but yes I am. She gets up from her chair and makes her way over to the young bard, knells down and inspects the leg medicine 12. If I recall correctly your Lady of joy is also the Mistress of Revels and dance, you'll not be doing very much of either with that leg. Good news, the flame closed the wounds. Bad news, it'll be infected in a day or two, and you'll lose the leg in a tenday. She presents her holy symbol, a ring fit over two of her fingers, the top displaying the two entwined silver rings, she prays sona hoc homine Channel Divinity: Divine Spark healing 9 pts of damage. There, that should do it. She returns to her chair, picks up her gear, it's getting late, perhaps we'll meet in the morning over kegs and eggs?
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Mathias’ passive perception is 11, if you wanted a rolled check it’s 18.
Party tonight in Shadowdale… after soaking and rebandaging my burned bitten leg, and changing to my fine clothes.
*Passive Perception 16, if you want the rolled check it's 13.*
You spot a loose stone in the wall, upon inspection it's a false rock a lever. As you pull the lever you witness the blades of the blade trap swing out then back in with a locking click.
With the trap disabled you all make it back to the hatch and walk out of the cellar into the brewery. As you stand there one of the workers motions you over to where Glowkindle is working with a brewing vat.
"That was a bit too close for comfort." the ranger says relieved, after the trap was disarmed.
Entering the brewery's cellar, Sylvantras nods to the brewery worker and makes his way over to Glowkindle.
"Your rat problem has been taken care of...along with some giant centipedes, a great big fiery spider, and some kind of undead thing in the adjacent building."
Glowkindle hops down from the step stool and looks you over, oh my, it looks like you maybe the worse for wear. Wait, did you say undead thing?!? Oh my oh dear oh no! Rats are one thing but the unliving is something completely different. They don't breed like the rats do they?
"No Glowkindle they don't breed... they're dead. Anyway I'm thinking as a bonus perhaps we can deliver a keg to the Old Skull Inn, what da ya say, something strong? Do you know any jewelers in town, or dealers in magical components? I'm looking for a pearl." Mathias pulls out his staff wraps his other shirt sleeve around the top and uses it as a crutch to keep the weight off his leg. He then also notices the workers all watching the interactions, and begins a rythmic little drumming to see if they will try to work in sync with his tempo... Performance 16
Sylvantras does his best to not roll his eyes as Mathias lays it on thick...
Marion looks pale and leans against Sylvantras, more tired than she has ever been before.
Old school AD&D player, now learning to be a better DM dad
"I wish I still had more of my magic available to me to help you, perhaps you still have a few of those berries left over, they might lend you a bit of strength until we can get back to the inn." the ranger says sympathetically to his fellow wood elf, putting a hand on her shoulder to steady her, should she need it.
Glowkindle settles up with the party, payment as promised. Something strong, I've got something I've been wanting to try. Tell you what, give me a couple of days and I'll have it sent right to the inn for you. Hearing you question about a jeweler or magical components he pauses for a minute, thinking, I don't know of any jewelers in the area, but you never know when one maybe coming by. As for components, you might try dealing with ol'Elmister himself. He doesn't have one on hand then he might be able to help you find one.
Unless the party has more questions, he'll bid you all a good evening, it's dusk out and will be dark by the time you make it back to the inn, thanking you over and over. You can tell he's extremely grateful for your help.
About two hours after sundown the three of you step through the door of the inn. A quick glance around and you'll notice it's a slow night.
Ah! if'n it ain't the saviors of Mage Tower Brewery, banishers of rats and who knows what else! Come lads, grab you a seat, I'll pull you a mug and some food then you can tell this old adventurer your tale. The bar keep turns from addressing, pours four large mugs of ale, brings them over to your table, be right back, he goes to the back and comes back with three steaming bowls of stew, a board of cheese, breads, honey butter and some kind of leafy green veggie. As he pulls up a chair, the other five people in the inn turn their chairs or move closer so they can hear you tell of your adventure.
Mathias looks at Marion and Sylvantras, then solemnly bows his head. “First a sad tale about seeking to live forever. It’s called Bertrem’s Sour Syrup,”
Performance 17 Lots of embellishment and a classical tragic end.
With a nod of thanks, Sylvantras digs into the offered food and drink while listening to Mathias version of the story the group found earlier in the day.
A female dwarf, long dirty blonde hair worn in braids and her long silky beard also braided, falling down over the front of her chainmail and a surcoat of white with two intertwined silver rings proudly displayed, listens to the song as she draws from her mug of ale. After the bard finishes, she pounds a fist on the table, what you would understand to be the dwarven way of "clapping" Almost heartbreaking, she winks toward the barkeep, almost. Then lets out a hardy laugh. What's this about saving the brewery?
Looking the dwarf over you will notice her pack setting next to the table, a battle axe and crossbow laid up against it, both within a quick reach if needed, a silver helm setting on the other side of the table. Noticing her surcoat please make a religion or history check for me.
The barkeep caught up in the tale, Yes please! tell us about the giant rats! A weary eyed woman that at one time may have been the toast of the town comes out and sets with the barkeep, you know this to be his wife. Do we need more stew of ale? she asks as she looks around.
"Another ale please." the ranger responds. "As far as the story goes, I'll leave that to Mathias, he's much better at that sort of thing than I am." Sylvantras adds with a wink towards his flamboyant companion.
"Starting to feel better now that you've had a chance to rest a bit and get a bit of food into you?" he asks Marion, obviously concerned about her well-being.
As Mathias launches into his latest tale, Sylvantras studies the room, the armored dwarf in particular.
*History Check 19; Religion Check 17*
Religion check 16
"Okay okay let's listen close to the tale of two elven heroes and me!!" Mathias pulls out his shawm and drum, "With the greatest of ease these two did but ease the rats and the bugs from their filthy vermin lairs..." "And the burning giant spider was thick with the arrows of your hero and mine, Sylvantras!!" "Marion with no trouble at all took the mummy's touch and scoffed, where anyone of us would have been turned to dust..." With drumming and playing on the shawm even a little jig, Mathias recounts in grand fashion the tale of the Two Hero's and Me.
Performance 27 (Whoo yeah!)
"My what a beautiful audience, thank you." Mathias has a sheen of sweat but a true smile on his face, to think facing death could lead to such celebration. Once the excitement simmers, he will sit and dig in to the food and drink...
From your studies, be it from book and scroll or interactions with others in the world you live in, you recognise the symbol the dwarf spots as marking her as a faenor, a cleric in service to The Revered Mother Berronar Truesilver. Dwarven deity of life, light and peace. By the looks of the cleric, the weapons and scar across her face, that peace might best be achieved through might.
The bard finishes his tale, the four locals clap, laugh and stand to leave. As they pass your table they drop a total of 13 copper on the table, a mummy you say? They say goodbye to one another as they head out the door.
The barkeep's wife brings another round of ale out, sets them down then moves to clean off the now empty table.
The barkeep smiles, you can tell he's mulling over some of his own adventures while listening. A mummy? Really? Never had the chance to fight one of those. He looks to the female elf, did you really beat the mummy rot?
Gwanlynn smiles as more ale is set down. Great ale and interesting song! She raises her mug, salutes the group and finishes the delightful drink in one gulp. The female dwarf smiles as she slams her mug on the table Thank you for a great time! Tales worthy of the dwarven feasts of home. It sounds like one of you was hurt by the fire spider. Do require healing?
"If you would be so kind." Mathias had been thinking of changing the bandage wrapping his leg, and when Gwanlynn offers he quickly rolls up the pant leg and removes the cloth. "Sorry I haven't properly washed just yet, it seems like the last few hours just flew by. Excuse me but are you truly a faenor? The Revered Mother is a subject in so many epic tales always turning potential war to peace. I follow the teachings of Lliira, the lady of Joy myself." You notice Mathias observing your arsenal and battle scars, he has a few of his own.
Gwanlynn pauses for a moment, I haven't heard that title used very often outside of the hearth and home, but yes I am. She gets up from her chair and makes her way over to the young bard, knells down and inspects the leg medicine 12. If I recall correctly your Lady of joy is also the Mistress of Revels and dance, you'll not be doing very much of either with that leg. Good news, the flame closed the wounds. Bad news, it'll be infected in a day or two, and you'll lose the leg in a tenday. She presents her holy symbol, a ring fit over two of her fingers, the top displaying the two entwined silver rings, she prays sona hoc homine Channel Divinity: Divine Spark healing 9 pts of damage. There, that should do it. She returns to her chair, picks up her gear, it's getting late, perhaps we'll meet in the morning over kegs and eggs?