Kathleen kneels down and examines the horses a bit closer. "Strange. I wonder who killed these horses and when. Where there more goblins lying in wait here?" She turns to her teammates and says, "What now?"
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On hearing from Kathleen, Thormund will scramble down the ravine to join her. "Whatever killed the horses did not kill Gundren or Sildar, we would see the bodies."
Casting his eyes about, scanning the area he checks for tracks or disturbed ground. "If we're quick, we might be able to catch them."
Pointing to the disturbed undergrowth and tracks, Thormund looks to the others. "Goblins, and whatever left those large prints likely took them. Let's take what we need and follow on."
Having said that, Thormund returns to his dropped pack, shouldering it and starting after the tracks.
Kathleen takes her belongings and gets ready to head out. She looks back and said, "What about the supplies they wanted us to escort? Never mind. Their lives are more important."
While you're preparing to follow the tracks you hear some armor rattling in the distance. From the same road you came you see a man, 5′8 high, with a chain mail and a shield and an axe on his waist. His hair is long, pale blonde and messy because of the sweat. He has a blue cloak covering his back and his shoulders.
"What happened here? Did you kill the horses?" he screams at you from afar, before coming close and noticing the goblins "Oh, I see. I owe you an apology I guess. I've been hunting these foul beasts for a while now, too bad I arrived late. At least they got the fate they deserved"
He moves his feet touching one of the corpses and then he takes off one of his gloves to inspect the fallen goblin.
"Did you kill them all? I must know before venturing into the forest to search for the vermins. It might be a lost cause if they're all dead. Name's Arethal by the way. What about you?" he says putting his glove back on.
Kathleen waves over to the man and says, "No, we didn't kill them all. Some of them escaped into the forest. Our employers are gone so we think they were taken by the goblins. We were about to go in and try to find them. They couldn't have gotten far."
OOC: Just for reference, I'm posting Kathleen's description again.
Kathleen is quite tall by elf standards. She stands at 6ft 2 inches. Her skin has been darkened by continuous exposure to sunlight, to a light brown color. Her eyes are green and her hair is long and golden. Her facial features bear signs of nobility. This nobility is contradicted by her attire and the rough skin and toned muscles of her arms. Her hair is tied in a messy braid. She wears a white leather armor over grey traveler's clothes. She wears brown leather boots and grey pants. Simple leather pads, also painted white, are strapped on top of her pants to protect her shins and the sides of her thighs. Her armor and her clothes are sleeveless, exposing her arms and her shoulders. She wears a cheap metal pendant around her neck and a kind smile on her face.
Thormund turns to the new arrival, raising an arm in greeting. "Hail, I am Thormund." Pointing his spear along the trail left by the goblins "We had best get moving."
Thormund's description:
Thormund is a solidly built dwarf, sqaut and stocky. His body is weather beaten from a life on the road and his bright orange gi is frayed and dirty. A well kept scroll case hangs across his back. The leather is aged and covered with markings.
A series of thin blue lines run along his arms, chest and head which is shaved bald, interweaving and turning abruptly. You suspect they might cover his entire body. Thormund is well muscled, though likely through work, as while his arms and chest are thickly roped, his belly belies a love of ale.
Another dwarf also greets the newcomer, his cloth now sullied by specks of blood from the slain goblins "Ay Borak's my name.Any foe of these little bastards is welcome. Unfortunately one of the cowards was clever enough to run when he had the chance. I fear the ones attacking us were a mere distraction."
Borak sports chainmail bearing a coat of arms depicting the Twin-axes of Clangeddin Silverbeard and almost matching them he carries a battleaxe on his back and a handaxe at his side. His head is shaven bold and scarred but his beard is meticulously plaited into two long and white braids.
The sound of slow clapping and deep chuckling precedes the arrival of another on the seen. Striding forth into view and onto the road, Nadaar greets all that are present with a toothy grin. The dragonborn -- or what appears to be such -- towers over most if not all in the group, standing at a height of 6'8, and black scaled for the most part. Aside from his height, he was more sinuous than bulky compared to most, and aside from the longsword sheathed at his side, conch shell horn on the other, and leather armor, he carried himself as one otherwise unprepared for genuine combat.
"Sorry! I couldn't help myself after catching a marvelous display." He admits as played at his fu manchu: a pair of golden whisker-like scales sprouting from his snout. "What parts I did get to see anyways!" He grins wide, giving everyone present at least a brief once over. "And after hearing a bit of this current conundrum you seem have found yourself in, as payment, I thought I might offer my services as well... Ah! But that reminds me. The name is Nadaar." Nadaar goes into a flamboyant bow. "A humble traveler of a sort." He rises, sweeping a hand back over the single large frill and crest of hornlike scales reminiscent of ropy hair: some black, others faintly gold or grey.
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"I guess that the more we are the better it is" says Arethal "That cowards won't have a chance, it's our duty to protect these lands from their evil being"
The man gathers his shield and backpack and starts following the trail that leads into the forest while watching carefully the way.
"Now, now. No need to paint them all with a single brush stroke, my friend."states Naadar. "But right. Let's go confront these hooligans."
Nadaar claps his hands together and rubs them eagerly together. Despite his eagerness, Nadaar follows behind everyone else unless someone confronts him on the issue.
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Kathleen says to Arethal, "I agree. The more of us there are, the better it is." Having realized she didn't introduce herself to the two newcomers, she says, "Ah, in all this excitement I forgot to introduce myself. Kathleen Burns. Pleased to meet you all."
Thormund filters into marching orders with the others, using his spear as a walking staff. "So what brings two adventurers like yourselves onto the road in the dead of night?"
Kathleen will take her position at the back of the party. As always, she'll offer the front-line fighters supporting fire and also protecting the more squishy allies in case any enemy gets too close.
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Kathleen looked over at what was left of the wagon and found no bodies. Mining supplies were lying all around.
Moreover, upon closer examination, horses were brutally killed, slashed to death by swords or something similar.
The silence of the night embraced everyone.
Kathleen kneels down and examines the horses a bit closer. "Strange. I wonder who killed these horses and when. Where there more goblins lying in wait here?" She turns to her teammates and says, "What now?"
On hearing from Kathleen, Thormund will scramble down the ravine to join her. "Whatever killed the horses did not kill Gundren or Sildar, we would see the bodies."
Casting his eyes about, scanning the area he checks for tracks or disturbed ground. "If we're quick, we might be able to catch them."
Survival - 23
Thormund clearly sees a lot of small foot's tracks, two human-sized and one more much bigger pair.
After more investigation, human traces wore off, others continue to spread into the forest.
Kathleen says, "Do you think the goblins took our employers? We need to go save them."
Pointing to the disturbed undergrowth and tracks, Thormund looks to the others. "Goblins, and whatever left those large prints likely took them. Let's take what we need and follow on."
Having said that, Thormund returns to his dropped pack, shouldering it and starting after the tracks.
Borak
Borak also takes his belongings. "Let's get going. We don't know what intentions these creatures had and if our employers are in immediate danger."
Kathleen takes her belongings and gets ready to head out. She looks back and said, "What about the supplies they wanted us to escort? Never mind. Their lives are more important."
While you're preparing to follow the tracks you hear some armor rattling in the distance. From the same road you came you see a man, 5′8 high, with a chain mail and a shield and an axe on his waist. His hair is long, pale blonde and messy because of the sweat. He has a blue cloak covering his back and his shoulders.
"What happened here? Did you kill the horses?" he screams at you from afar, before coming close and noticing the goblins "Oh, I see. I owe you an apology I guess. I've been hunting these foul beasts for a while now, too bad I arrived late. At least they got the fate they deserved"
He moves his feet touching one of the corpses and then he takes off one of his gloves to inspect the fallen goblin.
"Did you kill them all? I must know before venturing into the forest to search for the vermins. It might be a lost cause if they're all dead. Name's Arethal by the way. What about you?" he says putting his glove back on.
Kathleen waves over to the man and says, "No, we didn't kill them all. Some of them escaped into the forest. Our employers are gone so we think they were taken by the goblins. We were about to go in and try to find them. They couldn't have gotten far."
OOC: Just for reference, I'm posting Kathleen's description again.
Kathleen is quite tall by elf standards. She stands at 6ft 2 inches. Her skin has been darkened by continuous exposure to sunlight, to a light brown color. Her eyes are green and her hair is long and golden. Her facial features bear signs of nobility. This nobility is contradicted by her attire and the rough skin and toned muscles of her arms. Her hair is tied in a messy braid. She wears a white leather armor over grey traveler's clothes. She wears brown leather boots and grey pants. Simple leather pads, also painted white, are strapped on top of her pants to protect her shins and the sides of her thighs. Her armor and her clothes are sleeveless, exposing her arms and her shoulders. She wears a cheap metal pendant around her neck and a kind smile on her face.
"Aye, that's amazing. If you're willing to accompany me, I'll accompany you! What are you even doing here in the middle of nowhere?"
"We were escorting the wagon to Phandalin when we got attacked."
Thormund turns to the new arrival, raising an arm in greeting. "Hail, I am Thormund." Pointing his spear along the trail left by the goblins "We had best get moving."
Thormund's description:
Thormund is a solidly built dwarf, sqaut and stocky. His body is weather beaten from a life on the road and his bright orange gi is frayed and dirty. A well kept scroll case hangs across his back. The leather is aged and covered with markings.
A series of thin blue lines run along his arms, chest and head which is shaved bald, interweaving and turning abruptly. You suspect they might cover his entire body. Thormund is well muscled, though likely through work, as while his arms and chest are thickly roped, his belly belies a love of ale.
Borak
Another dwarf also greets the newcomer, his cloth now sullied by specks of blood from the slain goblins "Ay Borak's my name. Any foe of these little bastards is welcome. Unfortunately one of the cowards was clever enough to run when he had the chance. I fear the ones attacking us were a mere distraction."
Borak sports chainmail bearing a coat of arms depicting the Twin-axes of Clangeddin Silverbeard and almost matching them he carries a battleaxe on his back and a handaxe at his side. His head is shaven bold and scarred but his beard is meticulously plaited into two long and white braids.
The sound of slow clapping and deep chuckling precedes the arrival of another on the seen. Striding forth into view and onto the road, Nadaar greets all that are present with a toothy grin. The dragonborn -- or what appears to be such -- towers over most if not all in the group, standing at a height of 6'8, and black scaled for the most part. Aside from his height, he was more sinuous than bulky compared to most, and aside from the longsword sheathed at his side, conch shell horn on the other, and leather armor, he carried himself as one otherwise unprepared for genuine combat.
"Sorry! I couldn't help myself after catching a marvelous display." He admits as played at his fu manchu: a pair of golden whisker-like scales sprouting from his snout. "What parts I did get to see anyways!" He grins wide, giving everyone present at least a brief once over. "And after hearing a bit of this current conundrum you seem have found yourself in, as payment, I thought I might offer my services as well... Ah! But that reminds me. The name is Nadaar." Nadaar goes into a flamboyant bow. "A humble traveler of a sort." He rises, sweeping a hand back over the single large frill and crest of hornlike scales reminiscent of ropy hair: some black, others faintly gold or grey.
Goyo - [Tortle]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Sea/Celestial (Libretalia)
Vogan - [Goliath-Hill]Bard - ???(A Dungeon-Delving Campaign Group C)
Jack Vicvan - [Eladrin]Warlock - Archfey
"I guess that the more we are the better it is" says Arethal "That cowards won't have a chance, it's our duty to protect these lands from their evil being"
The man gathers his shield and backpack and starts following the trail that leads into the forest while watching carefully the way.
Perception: 16
"Now, now. No need to paint them all with a single brush stroke, my friend." states Naadar. "But right. Let's go confront these hooligans."
Nadaar claps his hands together and rubs them eagerly together. Despite his eagerness, Nadaar follows behind everyone else unless someone confronts him on the issue.
Goyo - [Tortle]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Sea/Celestial (Libretalia)
Vogan - [Goliath-Hill]Bard - ???(A Dungeon-Delving Campaign Group C)
Jack Vicvan - [Eladrin]Warlock - Archfey
Kathleen says to Arethal, "I agree. The more of us there are, the better it is." Having realized she didn't introduce herself to the two newcomers, she says, "Ah, in all this excitement I forgot to introduce myself. Kathleen Burns. Pleased to meet you all."
Thormund filters into marching orders with the others, using his spear as a walking staff. "So what brings two adventurers like yourselves onto the road in the dead of night?"
Kathleen will take her position at the back of the party. As always, she'll offer the front-line fighters supporting fire and also protecting the more squishy allies in case any enemy gets too close.