Zephyros slowly turns to Yarina. "Ma'am,"Zephyros says, irritation ever so subtle in his voice. "I understand why you think that way. If their was another way, I'd love it."
"But hesitation and a soft heart only earned my old comrades an early death." He goes on, only whispering. "With all due respect warrior, you learned the ways of battle with allies and trainers in peace and safety. I had to learn on the brink of death in true war. One mistake and death would reap my soul. I watched many fall because they were too afraid to deal death. Out here, it's kill or be killed." The veteran sighs calmly, trying to sow a lesson into this scenario.
Ironheart then swiftly faces the rest of the group. "Look," He mentions, his voice straightforward and stern. "I absolutely understand if you can't stand death. I hate it too! I simply need to deal it so it isn't dealt to any of you, my friends."
Zephyros then hesitantly suggests, "If you do not wish me to make swift decisions, then instruct me not too. But understand this," The grizzly man sluggishly gazes into each of his comrade's eyes and pauses for a brief moment before continuing. "I do as such to protect us, and your futures."
When the fight is over, Lyra releases a breath she hadn't realized she was holding, and then looks up as Yarina lays a clawed hand gently on her shoulder. "I... yeah. I just need a minute." The halfling pauses, and then softly adds, "It's just that I'm not used to this level of fighting. I really thought we were done when we came out of the temple. And then the orcs decided to pay a visit..."
She turns back to Yarina and manages a small smile."I'll be fine." A small nod follows, as if she's reassuring herself. Then, with a bit more energy, she continues "Shall we head back to Phandalin? I’d really like to spend some time at the shrine. And eat Toblin’s bacon and eggs! Oh! Do you think Ms. Adabra will be there?"
Then Lyra waves at Norbus and Dazlyn. "Goodbye! Take care of yourselves! And don't bicker too much, okay?" She pauses forr a beat. "Or... actually, never mind. Keep doing it. It's kind of funny to watch." She lets out a soft laugh, and then looks back to her companions, her expression more settled now. She's ready to go.
Yarina smiles a toothy grin at Lyra as she says she'll be fine and says, "That's good. The world is a cold place and will likely get colder unless we deal with this dragon menace. We need to press on to make sure Toblin continues to have an Inn to cook breakfast in." She then turns to Zephyrosto listen.
Norbus gives Lyra an out of character smile as she suggests the pair continue their bickering. Both dwarves take turns giving you a hearty hug as you they say their goodbyes. "Don't worry about us Lass. We'll be fine."
"I'm ready to get the hells out of here," he agrees. "No offense," he adds as an afterthought to the two dwarves, quirking a small smile at them. "Try not to get eaten, all right?"
Dazlyn says, "None taken master hunter. Truth be told, I wouldn't mind heading into town and enjoying a few hot meals myself. But I can't leave this cranky bastard..." He gestures to Norbus, "...since the town won't have em. They say he's not a people person. No clue where they got that idea." He begins laughing heartily while Norbus glares at him and starts in on a tirade in dwarvish.
Zephyros slowly turns to Yarina. "Ma'am,"Zephyros says, irritation ever so subtle in his voice. "I understand why you think that way. If their was another way, I'd love it."
"But hesitation and a soft heart only earned my old comrades an early death." He goes on, only whispering. "With all due respect warrior, you learned the ways of battle with allies and trainers in peace and safety. I had to learn on the brink of death in true war. One mistake and death would reap my soul. I watched many fall because they were too afraid to deal death. Out here, it's kill or be killed." The veteran sighs calmly, trying to sow a lesson into this scenario.
Ironheart then swiftly faces the rest of the group. "Look," He mentions, his voice straightforward and stern. "I absolutely understand if you can't stand death. I hate it too! I simply need to deal it so it isn't dealt to any of you, my friends."
Zephyros then hesitantly suggests, "If you do not wish me to make swift decisions, then instruct me not too. But understand this," The grizzly man sluggishly gazes into each of his comrade's eyes and pauses for a brief moment before continuing. "I do as such to protect us, and your futures."
Yarina's icy response to Zephyros warms some as the warrior explains his actions. "It's true, I may have trained in relative peace, but make not this mistake again. I've seen war and know its depravities. I nearly lost my life in war. It was there I learned to never leave a comrade behind. Forgive my harsh judgement. I will defer to the wisdom of our allies as to whether or not we wish to temper your decisive... actions in the future."
Everyone,
8
You leave the shadowed canyon behind for the relative safety of the town of Phandalin. As you leave the canyon behind the sun rises to warm you. However, the ever present wind from the East feels as if it's getting colder and stronger as the morning wears on. The travel back to Phandalin is largely uneventful. You see small game, and birds along the way, but nothing to worry about. You may post any actions you would like to take prior to your arrival in town, which, unless you take any major detours will land you in Phandalin just before mid-day before the sun is high overhead dancing amongst a spattering of cloud cover.
Meirais content to continue back to Phandalin. She knew just sleeping where she sat the previous night, as nice as it might have been, had left her a bit stiff. And her hair was a mess. A bath and proper bed for a night would be welcome before they head out again. The hot meal was appealing too.
Free of the shadows of the canyon, she does ask the others, "What about the rock gnomes? Should we head off to meet them tomorrow?"
Lyranods to Garethand gives him a smile. "Hope the gods hear you," she says, responding to his wish that the party doesn't have to fight more orcs.
Regarding Zephyros's and Yarina’s discussion, she doesn't feel prepared to instruct the fighter, who is older and far more experienced than her, on how to act. She hasn't liked that he killed the orc in his sleep, but she understands and appreciates his wish to protect others. The cleric sighs, wishing once again that she will someday be more knowledgeable on matters as complicated as this, rather than feeling lost and unsure of what to say or think. Perhaps her goddess will one day share some insight on all of this.
But for now, she is happy to have all of her friends standing, safe, and returning to Phandalin together. So she steps in front of Yarinaand Zephyros, and though the little cleric says nothing, she gives them both a warm smile.
On the way to Phandalin, she doesn’t do anything in particular except listen to her friends and watch the scenery as they go. She remains silent for a long while, but the closer they get to Phandalin, the more cheerful she feels, and even begins whistling a tune or two.
To Meira's question about the other jobs, she replies, "Oh, yeah. We should go to the rock gnomes tomorrow, yes? We warned Ms. Adabra, then the dwarves. The gnomes are the only ones left—unless there are new jobs on the board, that is!"
Gareth holds Ironheart's gaze and nods solemnly. "It's a heavy burden you bear, but I appreciate your willingness to do what it takes to protect us," he says.
The ranger ambles along near the rear of the party as they make their way back to Phandalin. His eyes are ever vigilant for any sign of danger, but so far everything seems quiet and peaceful, which was a welcome change.
"We should definitely go warn those gnomes as soon as we can," Gareth agrees. "But since we'll be back in town, perhaps we should collect our rewards before heading out again."
As the group arrives in Phandalin, a younger-looking Dragonborn with copper scales walks up to the group and says to Yarina, "There you are! I've been looking everywhere for you. I've got something for you. Your eyes only." He hands the Dragonborn a letter and then turns to leave, "Have a good one."
Yarina reads the note before her expression turns grim. She turns to the group and says, "The Icescale Brotherhood has summoned me back. A tribunal is gathering for... well, they say I abandoned my people. This has got to be a mistake. I must leave at once to clear my name. I'm sorry, friends, for leaving so abruptly. If I can clear my name and return to fight the dragon, I will do so." The Silvery Dragonborn nods to each of her compatriots before heading back out of town to the Northeast.
After Yarina's exit, you walk to the job board outside the Townmaster's Hall. There are three new jobs posted:
Butterskull Ranch Quest. “Orcs have attacked Butterskull Ranch, five miles east of Conyberry along the Triboar Trail! Travel there with haste, assess the damage, and help any way you can. Ranch owner Alfonse “Big Al” Kalazorn is a retired sheriff who can reward you for your efforts. If he’s dead, return to Townmaster Harbin Wester with proof of Kalazorn’s demise to receive a reward of 100 gp.”
Loggers’ Camp Quest. “Deep in Neverwinter Wood, along the river that flows west toward Neverwinter, is a logging camp. Every two months, Phandalin delivers fresh supplies to the camp, which is run by the half-brother of Phandalin’s townmaster, Harbin Wester. Barthen, the local provisioner, has prepared a new delivery. He needs someone to bear the supplies safely to the camp. Return to Harbin Wester with a notice of delivery signed by his half-brother, Tibor Wester, to claim your reward of 100 gp.”
Mountain’s Toe Quest. “The Mountain’s Toe Gold Mine lies fifteen miles northeast of Phandalin. The new overseer, Don-Jon Raskin, just made the trip from Neverwinter to Phandalin and needs to be escorted to the mine. There’s no telling what dangers lie between here and there. Once you deliver Raskin safe and sound, return to Townmaster Harbin Wester to collect a reward of 100 gp.”
Once you have reviewed the new job postings, you walk over to Townmaster Harben's home next door and knock on the door. He responds with, "If you’re a dragon, know that I’m far too thin and bony to make a good meal!”
Meira watches with curiosity as the young Dragonborn comes and speaks with Yarina. She is surprised when she tells them she must leave but hopes the best for her. "Well, I certainly hope we see you again. Good luck in your efforts." She takes a glance at the job board, making note of the new postings. But she suggests heading inside the Townmaster's Hall. "Better to collect our rewards first. We can talk future plans once we find some comfortable seats in the tavern."
When Harbin responds to their knock, she responds. Deepening her voice a bit, she calls out, "This dragon is fine with thin bones! Just let us in!" She hardly makes it through before she starts to laugh a bit, a grin on her face. Clearing her throat she says, "Sorry, it's actually Meira Dheran and friends! Returned from our dwarf visit!"
Zephyros remains eerily silent as the group wanders to the town.
As Yarina reads the note and dismisses herself, Ironheart returns with only a brief nod before scanning the job board.
The soldier's eyes narrow and send a dreadful glare toward the post upon reading the Butterskull Ranch quest out loud.
The grizzly man lets a growl stir under his breath. Scowling, he turns to the party and says, "Don't you just hate 'em? They lose their home- assuming the dragon ran them out- and they decide to take it out on others by murdering and stealing!"
Zephyros inhales deeply, pauses, and then slowly exhales.
A calm and stable demeanor returns to the veteran's well-bearded face.
Ironheart calmly, yet matter-of-factly suggests to his allies, "I think we need to solve that problem on top priority. What do any of you suggest, comrades?"
Upon receiving the news from Yarina, Lyra looks at her, saddened. "I'm sorry to see you go, Yarina. But I'm sure you'll be able to clear your name. May Bahamut guide your steps!"
Before the dragonborn actually leaves, the halfling walks up to her and gives her a hug. It takes a few awkward attempts due to the height difference, but they manage—Lyra on her tiptoes and Yarina crouching to meet her. "Take care of yourself!" the cleric shouts as she watches the dragonborn disappear into the distance.
When the party checks the board and Zephyros reacts to the Butterskull Ranch notice, Lyra gently pats him on the forearm, understanding his anger. "I'm not eager to face orcs again," she begins, glancing at Gareth with a look that says "We weren't lucky on out prayers regarding orcs","but it does seem the most urgent of the new jobs. Still, we shouldn't forget about the gnomes. If they really have something that can defeat the dragon, we can't overlook that."
Lyra pauses to grin widely at Meira.
"Anyway, visiting the Townmaster's Hall and resting a bit is exactly what I'd do now."
As they walk toward the Hall, Lyra spots the shrine to Tymora in the distance—a reminder that she wants to visit it, maybe tidy it up a little, and check if anyone else has started coming by since she was last there.
"Oh, by the way, what are we going to do with the gems Eldrin found in the temple?"
Gareth bids farewell to Yarina with a handshake. "Take care of yourself out there," he cautions the dragonborn. "And may Tymora's luck shine on you."
At the quest board, Gareth peruses the new postings with a frown. "More orcs," he says under his breath before sighing. "But yes that does seem like the most pressing concern at the moment. If we can save this Big Al, we should try." The ranger gives Lyra a rueful smile as they consider their plight of facing down even more orcs together.
Meanwhile, Meira is still trying to get through to the mayor, who has apparently decided to board himself up in his house. "Why don't you open the door and we can talk like normal people?" the ranger suggests. "I think it's pretty obvious we're not the dragon, and we're here to collect our reward."
When Harbin responds to their knock, she responds. Deepening her voice a bit, she calls out, "This dragon is fine with thin bones! Just let us in!" She hardly makes it through before she starts to laugh a bit, a grin on her face. Clearing her throat she says, "Sorry, it's actually Meira Dheran and friends! Returned from our dwarf visit!"
Harbin responds to your jest sardonically, "Veeerrryyy funny Ms. Dheran. How do I know you're not a dragon in.." A peep hole opens for a split second before sliding shut again. "...a human disguise? A dwarf visit you say? Would that be our dwarven prospectors? Have they been warned of the dangerous dragon prowling the area?"
Meanwhile, Meira is still trying to get through to the mayor, who has apparently decided to board himself up in his house. "Why don't you open the door and we can talk like normal people?" the ranger suggests. "I think it's pretty obvious we're not the dragon, and we're here to collect our reward."
The blinds on a nearby window bend in the center as if someone inside pulled them down enough to peer outside. You see Harbin through the window just before he releases the binds and they snap back into their previous position. "Reward you say? What reward am I to pay? The midwife yes, that must be the one. She let me know you've rescued her from a terrible beastie. I think it's safer to keep this door closed, thank you. Can't be letting any dragons in you see, but I can still provide you with your reward."
You see a mail slot open up from the lower center of the door and 25 gold pieces come streaming out one at a time. "Thank you for your service! I've posted some new jobs if you're interested in more work."
Everyone,
As this conversation is taking place. Adabra Gwynn walks past and takes note of your return to town with a wave. She diverts and walks up to your group. "Well met adventurers! Glad to see you made it back to town, no worse for the wear. I see Mr. Wester still refuses to come out of his home." She shakes her head and lets out an exasperated sigh before continuing, "Well, I've set up a little apothecary just next door to here to the East. I'm just getting set up so no more potions just yet, but check back later and I may have a few to sell you."
Eldrin watches Yarina read the letter, the light catching on the metallic sheen of the parchment’s seal. Her composure holds, but he sees the tension in her jaw, the shift in her stance.
When she speaks of the Icescale Brotherhood and her sudden summons, Eldrin listens in silence. As she turns to go, he steps forward, just slightly, and inclines his head.
“Your name will hold, Yarina. Of that I have no doubt.”
He offers a small nod of respect, and watches as she leaves, her silver silhouette folding into the morning light.
When Harbin Wester speaks through the door, Eldrin’s expression shifts. It is not quite irritation, more the composed stillness of a scholar watching someone burn a book out of fear.
Eldrin glances to the slit where the 25 gold pieces have trickled out. His eyes narrow slightly.
“The dwarves were warned. Lives were risked in doing so. That is the contract, as posted.”
He steps forward beside Meira and addresses the door flatly.
“Unless the dragon made off with half the promised coin, Townmaster Wester, it appears you’ve only compensated us for a single job.”
He raises his hand, fingers weaving through the air with delicate precision. A swirling shimmer of arcane energy condenses into an illusion, an exact replica of the original job posting for the dwarven warning, projected in front of the door for all to see, floating gently like a parchment caught in still air.
The words glow faintly as Eldrin reads:
“‘Warn the dwarves of the white dragon. Reward: 50 gold pieces.’” He glances aside to Meira and the others. “Unless someone redefined arithmetic in my absence, there remains some compensation due.”
Just as he finishes, he notices Adabra Gwynn approaching. He turns to her and offers a small, respectful bow of the head.
“Miss Gwynn. I am pleased to see you safe and well. I would speak with you shortly.”
Then he gestures lightly toward the door behind him.
“But first, I must finish addressing a minor injustice.”
His voice never rises. It doesn't need to. The chill of Eldrin’s displeasure, makes itself known with stillness, not malice.
As Eldrinjoins the conversation Harbin continues, "So the prospecting dwarves were warned then? Okay, okay. I'm a man of me word."50 more goldpieces come cascading out of the door slit in quick succession. "Lives risked you say? Well no one said adventuring were easy, if it were everyone would do it."
Adabra returns Eldrin's nod of respect, "And I you master wizard. Tell me, did that potion come in handy?" She gives you a wink before adding, "Yes, we can talk later. I'm glad you're all safe deary." She turns to head down the road to the West.
Meira nods in agreement as Eldrin speaks, not that it helps much with Harbin on the other side of the closed door. "There were orcs that attacked us at the mine," she says, thinking he might be interested in the information. Once the additional coins were dropped out of the slot in the door, she collects them up. "A total of 75 coins. That makes for 15 for each of us?" She counts them out handing them to each person in turn, the last ones to Lyra. "As for the gemstones, I think we should try to sell the gemstones. Other than the moonstone of course. That's yours." She nods her head towards the magic stone she now wears.
"Where to now?" she asks the group. She glances at Lyra. "Did you want to stop by the shrine first. Then maybe we could all talk at the tavern about our next job?"
Gareth stares at the gold coins flowing out of the mail slot with amusement. Harbin seemed like a lost cause so he turned to greet Adabra as she approached. "It's good to see you again, ma'am," he says.
The ranger collects his coins from Meira and deposits them into the pouch in his backpack. "Maybe we can ask Toblin where we can sell the gemstones. There's got to be someone in town who will take them. I think stopping by the shrine before heading to the tavern is a good plan. Seems like Tymora was watching over us back there with the dwarves, and I wouldn't mind thanking her in person."
Adabra blushes slightly as Gareth calls her Ma'am. "Please, call me Adabra deary." She watches your interaction for a moment before turning to head down the road. Before leaving, she says, "I bet you could sell your gems at the Phandalin Miner's Exchange just over there." She points across a field of green grass to a blue and brown trimmed building to your west. "You walked right past it on your way into town. Halia Thornton is in charge of the exchange. She can be... difficult sometimes. I suggest not getting on her bad side since there isn't a better place to trade valuables around."
Meira would follow Gareth as he too suggests visiting the shrine. She listens to Adabra says about the Miner's Exchange and Halia. "Don't you worry," she buts into the conversation. "I'm sure I can get on Halia's good side." She glances at the others, "We should go there after the shrine. See what we can get for those gems."
Lyra grins widely Meira and Gareth mention the shrine as well. She would've been fine visiting it on her own, but she's much happier to do it accompanied. "Fantastic! Let’s go!"
Before leaving, she turns to the Mayor's door and shouts loud enough for him to hear, "Thank you for the reward! Even if it needed a little bit of convincing!"She winks at her friends after saying so, then spins on her heel and heads off.
When they come across Adabra, the halfling rushes to her and, very excitedly and very quickly, explains everything that happened after they left her house. At the end of her rapid-fire tale, she adds, "I'm sorry for what happened to your moonstone! I got this one in return,"she says, showing her the lucky moonstone they found at the temple of Abbathor. "It should be returned to you, since I took yours, but… I hope you don't mind if I hang onto it just a little longer? I suspect I'll need it in the coming days."
Later, at the shrine, she dusts the places most covered in cobwebs and dirt using the edge of her cloak. She checks on the coins they left there the day before, curious if they're still in place—or if someone may have taken them. She also looks for any new offerings that might've appeared since their last visit. Spotting a nearby bush with a few bright flowers, she picks one gently and places it at the center of the shrine.
When the cleric finally kneels and puts her hands together, the shrine is cleaner, brighter—small, yes, but tended now with a kind of joy.
"Thanks, Tymora,"Lyra says. "For the narrow escapes, the open doors, the cards that fall just right. For friends I didn't see coming—and for the trouble we keep dodging. Mostly."She grins. "Keep watching over us, won't you? We could all use a bit of that luck you carry."
With that, she claps three times, then stands up, leaving space for her friends if they wish to say a few words to Tymora too.
Zephyros slowly turns to Yarina. "Ma'am," Zephyros says, irritation ever so subtle in his voice. "I understand why you think that way. If their was another way, I'd love it."
"But hesitation and a soft heart only earned my old comrades an early death." He goes on, only whispering. "With all due respect warrior, you learned the ways of battle with allies and trainers in peace and safety. I had to learn on the brink of death in true war. One mistake and death would reap my soul. I watched many fall because they were too afraid to deal death. Out here, it's kill or be killed." The veteran sighs calmly, trying to sow a lesson into this scenario.
Ironheart then swiftly faces the rest of the group. "Look," He mentions, his voice straightforward and stern. "I absolutely understand if you can't stand death. I hate it too! I simply need to deal it so it isn't dealt to any of you, my friends."
Zephyros then hesitantly suggests, "If you do not wish me to make swift decisions, then instruct me not too. But understand this," The grizzly man sluggishly gazes into each of his comrade's eyes and pauses for a brief moment before continuing. "I do as such to protect us, and your futures."
Yarina smiles a toothy grin at Lyra as she says she'll be fine and says, "That's good. The world is a cold place and will likely get colder unless we deal with this dragon menace. We need to press on to make sure Toblin continues to have an Inn to cook breakfast in." She then turns to Zephyros to listen.
Norbus gives Lyra an out of character smile as she suggests the pair continue their bickering. Both dwarves take turns giving you a hearty hug as you they say their goodbyes. "Don't worry about us Lass. We'll be fine."
Dazlyn says, "None taken master hunter. Truth be told, I wouldn't mind heading into town and enjoying a few hot meals myself. But I can't leave this cranky bastard..." He gestures to Norbus, "...since the town won't have em. They say he's not a people person. No clue where they got that idea." He begins laughing heartily while Norbus glares at him and starts in on a tirade in dwarvish.
Yarina's icy response to Zephyros warms some as the warrior explains his actions. "It's true, I may have trained in relative peace, but make not this mistake again. I've seen war and know its depravities. I nearly lost my life in war. It was there I learned to never leave a comrade behind. Forgive my harsh judgement. I will defer to the wisdom of our allies as to whether or not we wish to temper your decisive... actions in the future."
Everyone,
8
You leave the shadowed canyon behind for the relative safety of the town of Phandalin. As you leave the canyon behind the sun rises to warm you. However, the ever present wind from the East feels as if it's getting colder and stronger as the morning wears on. The travel back to Phandalin is largely uneventful. You see small game, and birds along the way, but nothing to worry about. You may post any actions you would like to take prior to your arrival in town, which, unless you take any major detours will land you in Phandalin just before mid-day before the sun is high overhead dancing amongst a spattering of cloud cover.
DM for Tyranny of Dragons and Phandelver and Below, two in-person campaigns that meet weekly on Friday and Saturday nights.
Meira is content to continue back to Phandalin. She knew just sleeping where she sat the previous night, as nice as it might have been, had left her a bit stiff. And her hair was a mess. A bath and proper bed for a night would be welcome before they head out again. The hot meal was appealing too.
Free of the shadows of the canyon, she does ask the others, "What about the rock gnomes? Should we head off to meet them tomorrow?"
Rabbit Sebrica, Sorcerer || Skarai, Monk || Lokilia Vaelphin, Druid || Liivi Orav, Barbarian || Vanizi, Warlock || Britari / Halila Talgeta / Jesa Gumovi || Neital Rhessil, Wizard
Iromae Quinaea, Cleric || Roxana Raincrest, Rogue || Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer
Lyra nods to Gareth and gives him a smile. "Hope the gods hear you," she says, responding to his wish that the party doesn't have to fight more orcs.
Regarding Zephyros's and Yarina’s discussion, she doesn't feel prepared to instruct the fighter, who is older and far more experienced than her, on how to act. She hasn't liked that he killed the orc in his sleep, but she understands and appreciates his wish to protect others. The cleric sighs, wishing once again that she will someday be more knowledgeable on matters as complicated as this, rather than feeling lost and unsure of what to say or think. Perhaps her goddess will one day share some insight on all of this.
But for now, she is happy to have all of her friends standing, safe, and returning to Phandalin together. So she steps in front of Yarina and Zephyros, and though the little cleric says nothing, she gives them both a warm smile.
On the way to Phandalin, she doesn’t do anything in particular except listen to her friends and watch the scenery as they go. She remains silent for a long while, but the closer they get to Phandalin, the more cheerful she feels, and even begins whistling a tune or two.
To Meira's question about the other jobs, she replies, "Oh, yeah. We should go to the rock gnomes tomorrow, yes? We warned Ms. Adabra, then the dwarves. The gnomes are the only ones left—unless there are new jobs on the board, that is!"
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Auriel | Shenua | Arren | Lyra
Gareth holds Ironheart's gaze and nods solemnly. "It's a heavy burden you bear, but I appreciate your willingness to do what it takes to protect us," he says.
The ranger ambles along near the rear of the party as they make their way back to Phandalin. His eyes are ever vigilant for any sign of danger, but so far everything seems quiet and peaceful, which was a welcome change.
"We should definitely go warn those gnomes as soon as we can," Gareth agrees. "But since we'll be back in town, perhaps we should collect our rewards before heading out again."
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Characters: Bryony Alderleaf (Phandelver and Below) ♦ Vesta Trevelyan (Vecna: Eve of Ruin) ♦ Ada Kendrick (Curse of Strahd) ♦ Gareth Blackwood (Dragon of Icespire Peak) ♦ Karys Velthune (Out of the Abyss) ♦ Surina Xarith (Simple, Heroic Adventure)
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Meira nods to Gareth. "Sure. I'd bet we can collect on our rewards today if we make good time. Then we'll be free to go in the morning."
Rabbit Sebrica, Sorcerer || Skarai, Monk || Lokilia Vaelphin, Druid || Liivi Orav, Barbarian || Vanizi, Warlock || Britari / Halila Talgeta / Jesa Gumovi || Neital Rhessil, Wizard
Iromae Quinaea, Cleric || Roxana Raincrest, Rogue || Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer
As the group arrives in Phandalin, a younger-looking Dragonborn with copper scales walks up to the group and says to Yarina, "There you are! I've been looking everywhere for you. I've got something for you. Your eyes only." He hands the Dragonborn a letter and then turns to leave, "Have a good one."
Yarina reads the note before her expression turns grim. She turns to the group and says, "The Icescale Brotherhood has summoned me back. A tribunal is gathering for... well, they say I abandoned my people. This has got to be a mistake. I must leave at once to clear my name. I'm sorry, friends, for leaving so abruptly. If I can clear my name and return to fight the dragon, I will do so." The Silvery Dragonborn nods to each of her compatriots before heading back out of town to the Northeast.
After Yarina's exit, you walk to the job board outside the Townmaster's Hall. There are three new jobs posted:
Butterskull Ranch Quest. “Orcs have attacked Butterskull Ranch, five miles east of Conyberry along the Triboar Trail! Travel there with haste, assess the damage, and help any way you can. Ranch owner Alfonse “Big Al” Kalazorn is a retired sheriff who can reward you for your efforts. If he’s dead, return to Townmaster Harbin Wester with proof of Kalazorn’s demise to receive a reward of 100 gp.”
Loggers’ Camp Quest. “Deep in Neverwinter Wood, along the river that flows west toward Neverwinter, is a logging camp. Every two months, Phandalin delivers fresh supplies to the camp, which is run by the half-brother of Phandalin’s townmaster, Harbin Wester. Barthen, the local provisioner, has prepared a new delivery. He needs someone to bear the supplies safely to the camp. Return to Harbin Wester with a notice of delivery signed by his half-brother, Tibor Wester, to claim your reward of 100 gp.”
Mountain’s Toe Quest. “The Mountain’s Toe Gold Mine lies fifteen miles northeast of Phandalin. The new overseer, Don-Jon Raskin, just made the trip from Neverwinter to Phandalin and needs to be escorted to the mine. There’s no telling what dangers lie between here and there. Once you deliver Raskin safe and sound, return to Townmaster Harbin Wester to collect a reward of 100 gp.”
Once you have reviewed the new job postings, you walk over to Townmaster Harben's home next door and knock on the door. He responds with, "If you’re a dragon, know that I’m far too thin and bony to make a good meal!”
What would you like to do?
DM for Tyranny of Dragons and Phandelver and Below, two in-person campaigns that meet weekly on Friday and Saturday nights.
Meira watches with curiosity as the young Dragonborn comes and speaks with Yarina. She is surprised when she tells them she must leave but hopes the best for her. "Well, I certainly hope we see you again. Good luck in your efforts." She takes a glance at the job board, making note of the new postings. But she suggests heading inside the Townmaster's Hall. "Better to collect our rewards first. We can talk future plans once we find some comfortable seats in the tavern."
When Harbin responds to their knock, she responds. Deepening her voice a bit, she calls out, "This dragon is fine with thin bones! Just let us in!" She hardly makes it through before she starts to laugh a bit, a grin on her face. Clearing her throat she says, "Sorry, it's actually Meira Dheran and friends! Returned from our dwarf visit!"
Rabbit Sebrica, Sorcerer || Skarai, Monk || Lokilia Vaelphin, Druid || Liivi Orav, Barbarian || Vanizi, Warlock || Britari / Halila Talgeta / Jesa Gumovi || Neital Rhessil, Wizard
Iromae Quinaea, Cleric || Roxana Raincrest, Rogue || Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer
Zephyros remains eerily silent as the group wanders to the town.
As Yarina reads the note and dismisses herself, Ironheart returns with only a brief nod before scanning the job board.
The soldier's eyes narrow and send a dreadful glare toward the post upon reading the Butterskull Ranch quest out loud.
The grizzly man lets a growl stir under his breath. Scowling, he turns to the party and says, "Don't you just hate 'em? They lose their home- assuming the dragon ran them out- and they decide to take it out on others by murdering and stealing!"
Zephyros inhales deeply, pauses, and then slowly exhales.
A calm and stable demeanor returns to the veteran's well-bearded face.
Ironheart calmly, yet matter-of-factly suggests to his allies, "I think we need to solve that problem on top priority. What do any of you suggest, comrades?"
Upon receiving the news from Yarina, Lyra looks at her, saddened. "I'm sorry to see you go, Yarina. But I'm sure you'll be able to clear your name. May Bahamut guide your steps!"
Before the dragonborn actually leaves, the halfling walks up to her and gives her a hug. It takes a few awkward attempts due to the height difference, but they manage—Lyra on her tiptoes and Yarina crouching to meet her. "Take care of yourself!" the cleric shouts as she watches the dragonborn disappear into the distance.
When the party checks the board and Zephyros reacts to the Butterskull Ranch notice, Lyra gently pats him on the forearm, understanding his anger. "I'm not eager to face orcs again," she begins, glancing at Gareth with a look that says "We weren't lucky on out prayers regarding orcs", "but it does seem the most urgent of the new jobs. Still, we shouldn't forget about the gnomes. If they really have something that can defeat the dragon, we can't overlook that."
Lyra pauses to grin widely at Meira.
"Anyway, visiting the Townmaster's Hall and resting a bit is exactly what I'd do now."
As they walk toward the Hall, Lyra spots the shrine to Tymora in the distance—a reminder that she wants to visit it, maybe tidy it up a little, and check if anyone else has started coming by since she was last there.
"Oh, by the way, what are we going to do with the gems Eldrin found in the temple?"
Peindre l'amour, peindre la vie, pleurer en couleur ♫
Auriel | Shenua | Arren | Lyra
Gareth bids farewell to Yarina with a handshake. "Take care of yourself out there," he cautions the dragonborn. "And may Tymora's luck shine on you."
At the quest board, Gareth peruses the new postings with a frown. "More orcs," he says under his breath before sighing. "But yes that does seem like the most pressing concern at the moment. If we can save this Big Al, we should try." The ranger gives Lyra a rueful smile as they consider their plight of facing down even more orcs together.
Meanwhile, Meira is still trying to get through to the mayor, who has apparently decided to board himself up in his house. "Why don't you open the door and we can talk like normal people?" the ranger suggests. "I think it's pretty obvious we're not the dragon, and we're here to collect our reward."
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Characters: Bryony Alderleaf (Phandelver and Below) ♦ Vesta Trevelyan (Vecna: Eve of Ruin) ♦ Ada Kendrick (Curse of Strahd) ♦ Gareth Blackwood (Dragon of Icespire Peak) ♦ Karys Velthune (Out of the Abyss) ♦ Surina Xarith (Simple, Heroic Adventure)
DM: Baldur's Gate: Descent Into Avernus
Harbin responds to your jest sardonically, "Veeerrryyy funny Ms. Dheran. How do I know you're not a dragon in.." A peep hole opens for a split second before sliding shut again. "...a human disguise? A dwarf visit you say? Would that be our dwarven prospectors? Have they been warned of the dangerous dragon prowling the area?"
The blinds on a nearby window bend in the center as if someone inside pulled them down enough to peer outside. You see Harbin through the window just before he releases the binds and they snap back into their previous position. "Reward you say? What reward am I to pay? The midwife yes, that must be the one. She let me know you've rescued her from a terrible beastie. I think it's safer to keep this door closed, thank you. Can't be letting any dragons in you see, but I can still provide you with your reward."
You see a mail slot open up from the lower center of the door and 25 gold pieces come streaming out one at a time. "Thank you for your service! I've posted some new jobs if you're interested in more work."
Everyone,
As this conversation is taking place. Adabra Gwynn walks past and takes note of your return to town with a wave. She diverts and walks up to your group. "Well met adventurers! Glad to see you made it back to town, no worse for the wear. I see Mr. Wester still refuses to come out of his home." She shakes her head and lets out an exasperated sigh before continuing, "Well, I've set up a little apothecary just next door to here to the East. I'm just getting set up so no more potions just yet, but check back later and I may have a few to sell you."
DM for Tyranny of Dragons and Phandelver and Below, two in-person campaigns that meet weekly on Friday and Saturday nights.
Eldrin watches Yarina read the letter, the light catching on the metallic sheen of the parchment’s seal. Her composure holds, but he sees the tension in her jaw, the shift in her stance.
When she speaks of the Icescale Brotherhood and her sudden summons, Eldrin listens in silence. As she turns to go, he steps forward, just slightly, and inclines his head.
“Your name will hold, Yarina. Of that I have no doubt.”
He offers a small nod of respect, and watches as she leaves, her silver silhouette folding into the morning light.
When Harbin Wester speaks through the door, Eldrin’s expression shifts. It is not quite irritation, more the composed stillness of a scholar watching someone burn a book out of fear.
Eldrin glances to the slit where the 25 gold pieces have trickled out. His eyes narrow slightly.
“The dwarves were warned. Lives were risked in doing so. That is the contract, as posted.”
He steps forward beside Meira and addresses the door flatly.
“Unless the dragon made off with half the promised coin, Townmaster Wester, it appears you’ve only compensated us for a single job.”
He raises his hand, fingers weaving through the air with delicate precision. A swirling shimmer of arcane energy condenses into an illusion, an exact replica of the original job posting for the dwarven warning, projected in front of the door for all to see, floating gently like a parchment caught in still air.
The words glow faintly as Eldrin reads:
“‘Warn the dwarves of the white dragon. Reward: 50 gold pieces.’” He glances aside to Meira and the others. “Unless someone redefined arithmetic in my absence, there remains some compensation due.”
Just as he finishes, he notices Adabra Gwynn approaching. He turns to her and offers a small, respectful bow of the head.
“Miss Gwynn. I am pleased to see you safe and well. I would speak with you shortly.”
Then he gestures lightly toward the door behind him.
“But first, I must finish addressing a minor injustice.”
His voice never rises. It doesn't need to. The chill of Eldrin’s displeasure, makes itself known with stillness, not malice.
As Eldrin joins the conversation Harbin continues, "So the prospecting dwarves were warned then? Okay, okay. I'm a man of me word." 50 more gold pieces come cascading out of the door slit in quick succession. "Lives risked you say? Well no one said adventuring were easy, if it were everyone would do it."
Adabra returns Eldrin's nod of respect, "And I you master wizard. Tell me, did that potion come in handy?" She gives you a wink before adding, "Yes, we can talk later. I'm glad you're all safe deary." She turns to head down the road to the West.
DM for Tyranny of Dragons and Phandelver and Below, two in-person campaigns that meet weekly on Friday and Saturday nights.
Meira nods in agreement as Eldrin speaks, not that it helps much with Harbin on the other side of the closed door. "There were orcs that attacked us at the mine," she says, thinking he might be interested in the information. Once the additional coins were dropped out of the slot in the door, she collects them up. "A total of 75 coins. That makes for 15 for each of us?" She counts them out handing them to each person in turn, the last ones to Lyra. "As for the gemstones, I think we should try to sell the gemstones. Other than the moonstone of course. That's yours." She nods her head towards the magic stone she now wears.
"Where to now?" she asks the group. She glances at Lyra. "Did you want to stop by the shrine first. Then maybe we could all talk at the tavern about our next job?"
Rabbit Sebrica, Sorcerer || Skarai, Monk || Lokilia Vaelphin, Druid || Liivi Orav, Barbarian || Vanizi, Warlock || Britari / Halila Talgeta / Jesa Gumovi || Neital Rhessil, Wizard
Iromae Quinaea, Cleric || Roxana Raincrest, Rogue || Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer
Gareth stares at the gold coins flowing out of the mail slot with amusement. Harbin seemed like a lost cause so he turned to greet Adabra as she approached. "It's good to see you again, ma'am," he says.
The ranger collects his coins from Meira and deposits them into the pouch in his backpack. "Maybe we can ask Toblin where we can sell the gemstones. There's got to be someone in town who will take them. I think stopping by the shrine before heading to the tavern is a good plan. Seems like Tymora was watching over us back there with the dwarves, and I wouldn't mind thanking her in person."
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Characters: Bryony Alderleaf (Phandelver and Below) ♦ Vesta Trevelyan (Vecna: Eve of Ruin) ♦ Ada Kendrick (Curse of Strahd) ♦ Gareth Blackwood (Dragon of Icespire Peak) ♦ Karys Velthune (Out of the Abyss) ♦ Surina Xarith (Simple, Heroic Adventure)
DM: Baldur's Gate: Descent Into Avernus
Adabra blushes slightly as Gareth calls her Ma'am. "Please, call me Adabra deary." She watches your interaction for a moment before turning to head down the road. Before leaving, she says, "I bet you could sell your gems at the Phandalin Miner's Exchange just over there." She points across a field of green grass to a blue and brown trimmed building to your west. "You walked right past it on your way into town. Halia Thornton is in charge of the exchange. She can be... difficult sometimes. I suggest not getting on her bad side since there isn't a better place to trade valuables around."
DM for Tyranny of Dragons and Phandelver and Below, two in-person campaigns that meet weekly on Friday and Saturday nights.
Meira would follow Gareth as he too suggests visiting the shrine. She listens to Adabra says about the Miner's Exchange and Halia. "Don't you worry," she buts into the conversation. "I'm sure I can get on Halia's good side." She glances at the others, "We should go there after the shrine. See what we can get for those gems."
Rabbit Sebrica, Sorcerer || Skarai, Monk || Lokilia Vaelphin, Druid || Liivi Orav, Barbarian || Vanizi, Warlock || Britari / Halila Talgeta / Jesa Gumovi || Neital Rhessil, Wizard
Iromae Quinaea, Cleric || Roxana Raincrest, Rogue || Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer
Lyra grins widely Meira and Gareth mention the shrine as well. She would've been fine visiting it on her own, but she's much happier to do it accompanied. "Fantastic! Let’s go!"
Before leaving, she turns to the Mayor's door and shouts loud enough for him to hear, "Thank you for the reward! Even if it needed a little bit of convincing!" She winks at her friends after saying so, then spins on her heel and heads off.
When they come across Adabra, the halfling rushes to her and, very excitedly and very quickly, explains everything that happened after they left her house. At the end of her rapid-fire tale, she adds, "I'm sorry for what happened to your moonstone! I got this one in return," she says, showing her the lucky moonstone they found at the temple of Abbathor. "It should be returned to you, since I took yours, but… I hope you don't mind if I hang onto it just a little longer? I suspect I'll need it in the coming days."
Later, at the shrine, she dusts the places most covered in cobwebs and dirt using the edge of her cloak. She checks on the coins they left there the day before, curious if they're still in place—or if someone may have taken them. She also looks for any new offerings that might've appeared since their last visit. Spotting a nearby bush with a few bright flowers, she picks one gently and places it at the center of the shrine.
When the cleric finally kneels and puts her hands together, the shrine is cleaner, brighter—small, yes, but tended now with a kind of joy.
"Thanks, Tymora," Lyra says. "For the narrow escapes, the open doors, the cards that fall just right. For friends I didn't see coming—and for the trouble we keep dodging. Mostly." She grins. "Keep watching over us, won't you? We could all use a bit of that luck you carry."
With that, she claps three times, then stands up, leaving space for her friends if they wish to say a few words to Tymora too.
Peindre l'amour, peindre la vie, pleurer en couleur ♫
Auriel | Shenua | Arren | Lyra
Zephyros greets Adabra with a long nod, but otherwise says nothing.
Watching the cleric pray at the shrine makes Ironheart pace in anxiousness.
'Couldn't we be doing much more important things than pray to a god who despises one of your allies?' Zephyros thinks to himself.
The steeled veteran takes a deep breath, drags himself together and supplants the shining end of his trident into the dirt road.