Sipping his ale the Half-Orc was finaly alone with his thoughts and as a ranger he was finally alone to admire his surroundings, watching birds come and go from the nearby tree Carrow was for the first time today at ease, the wind and rain did not bother him he preferred to be subject to the elements every once in a while. This group seemed different, he thought, not many were as hospitable to Half-Orcs at first sight, he silently thanked them with a final toast of his drink, maybe he could find himself a useful part of a unit once more.
The ale now gone and the brandy tucked away for later Carrow heard the the call of his companion from below.
"Thank you, come on up, I need some warm food, are the others resting ?"
"Aye," I say. Carrow is like me in some ways. Stuck between worlds. Sometimes accepted by both, often by neither. It doesn't matter his blood origins. He helped save my life. "I don't mind taking a turn up there while you warm up."
I switch places with Carrow, and quickly settle into the solitude. It is gray and breezy and cold. The birds chirp and flutter about and I think a deer darts out of the woods across the river briefly. A stillness falls over me and I embrace it. I have tried meditation before and never taken to it. When mother hired a monk to tutor me for 8 months, he encouraged meditation but I mainly found it boring. Now, it fills me with life. I relish in every lungful. Time passes but I am disconnected from any sense of how quickly or slowly. When I finally emerge from my reverie, I feel rested. I must revisit my old lessons with Brother Harnam, I think. I should not have dismissed him so quickly.
I think for a while on the last couple of hours, the violence and the abandoned town. I feel an overwhelming urge to know what happened here. The people of this town deserve at least that...after we help ourselves to anything useful to that cause, of course. I suspect that time is fast approaching now and stand, stretching. I feel stiff but relaxed.
"Do not neglect the body," Brother Harnam had said. "It houses and protects the mind. Use your mind to return the favor to protect the body. Discipline is the key."
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Ladrian
Taking cover from the rain and into the warm, Ladrian shakes his cloak to try to remove some of the water.
"Now now... That was interesting." He then turns to Vigan "Thanks for the call out about those goblins" he then looks at his patched wounds and remarks mockingly with a smile on his lips "You should really be more carefull. You looked like a cheese with holes".
He then continues walking in the room passes near Carrow: "You're a happy enough fellow with an axe in your hand aren't you?"
Moving on to Rixton he calls to Andor: "It looks like I've been asking my drink to the wrong person. I should have pick someone more... chilled person to do it" he winks "Be a dear and grab me a drink... on the rocks maybe?"
Finally he says : "A chest you say? Let me have a look", he goes towards the chest and starts talking out loud to the rest of his companions : "What was that gibberish the last two goblins screamed? And to whom did they do it?"he pulls his thieves tools and starts lockpicking the lock "Now it seems we haven't fullfiled our mission since there's still a part of the town we haven't cleared. What do you propose as our plan? I don't know you guys but I'm looking forward getting a real meal and proper bed."
"The ice I make doesn't come in little cubes, I'm sure you'll survive though" . Looking for a bottle at the bar he will bring two glasses out, and hand one to Ladrian if he finds something strong to drink.
"Well, at least it has stopped raining."
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Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
The lock on the chest proves to be very uncooperative; Ladrian's attempt to open it is unsuccessful, just as Rixton's was.
An hour or so has passed, and each of the adventurers gains the benefits of a short rest after the tense and strenuous encounter with the goblins and worgs. Rixton, atop a guard tower by the drawbridge, keeps an eye on the road that approaches Nightstone, a road that, thus far, has had no activity upon it whatsoever. The temple and the inn are the only two structures that have been searched by the group. Other than the halfling that Ladrian saw crushed beneath one of the boulders, there has been no sign of any of the villagers. The time spent gathering all the slain and looking for arrows provided the party with a better scope of the destruction caused by the boulders, of which there are roughly thirty scattered about the place.
What are the next steps taken by the group?
Character sheets for Carrow and Ladrian need to be edited to reflect advancement to level 2.
Did Carrow or Ladrian expend any hit dice to regain hit points during the short rest?
I just advanced to lvl 2. Can you check the PM's to see iof the modifier I added in my last roll is correct? Also, I believe I didn't got hit during the combar, so I don't use any hit die.
"I've abandoned my post, gents," I say, walking back into the inn. My comrades look relaxed. I rub the little green snake on the back of the head and try to entice it back onto my arm.
It slithers off of the chair and I stroke it some more as it relaxes, wrapped around my right bicep. "We can't do much else to secure the town, but if you'd prefer to have an early warning if someone approaches, one of you fine gents can take a turn. I'd like to search the remaining buildings in town, if anyone would care to join me."
The goliath pulls himself up out of his seat with a grunt, and takes a few steps, testing his leg. Satisfied, he retrieves his greataxe, and makes for the watchtower.
"If you are exploring the rest of this place, we may need something to bridge the gap across the keep's moat. Find us something sturdy."
"Because there is a good chance I will be carrying you at the time", Vigan retorts, successfully maintaining a serious expression. "Let me know when we are ready to cross."
I bark a laugh, although I am really suppressing the dread of nearly dying again. "Well, I favor starting at the trading post and then circling east and south around the fields, checking the houses. We can finish with the windmill and houses on the west side. Unless you all want to split up into teams..."
Vigan ascends the stairs to the upper level of the guard tower where he keeps an eye out for anyone or anything that might approach the village. Andor, Carrow, Ladrian, and Rixton (with his reptilian sidekick) methodically make their way through the remaining structures in Nightstone. After a span of 70 or 80 minutes, the only part of the the village that hasn't been investigated is the keep. A summary of what was discovered in the other buildings:
In the various residences it becomes obvious that the goblins did a rather thorough job of ransacking the homes and farmhouses. A desk in one house was overlooked, however, and amid the parchment, ink, and wax, a leather pouch containing 32 gold pieces and 17 silver pieces is discovered. Additionally, an unlocked wooden chest is located in another house. It contains a healer's kit, a silver image of Asmodeus (worth roughly 75 gold pieces), and a Potion of Healing. Lastly, three dead villagers are found, all of whom suffered fatal wounds from the boulders. There is no evidence that the goblins are responsible for any of the villagers' deaths.
In the towers around the perimeter, the only items to be found are the ladders that lead to the trap doors in the roofs.
The stable contains five riding horses and five draft horses.
The trading post is a mess; the goblins have certainly rummaged through it, but there is a wide variety of potentially useful items still available, albeit in a state of disarray. (NOTE: Anything on this Adventuring Gear table that is worth 10 gp or less is available. Roll a 1d4 to determine the quantity of each item.
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Rixton:
I pass a bundle of arrows and a quiver to Carrow and Landrian each. Landrian and I split the caltrops (unless anyone else asks). I also replace my clothes with the only complete set I could find, since my own blood had crusted up my clothing. I pocket two pieces of chalk and take a set of manacles as well.
I head upstairs in the inn and sit in front of the locked chest for a few minutes, practicing the maneuvers in my mind. When I am ready, I take out my tools and get to work.
Open locks (Dex + proficiency): 9
Frustrated, I try again. Open locks (Dex + proficiency): 16
I curse under my breath. My hands ache with the fine control needed to crack the lock. After a few minutes, I try again.
"Thanks for the arrows and the caltrops. That chest hasn't opened yet? Maybe we should let Carrow or Vigan have a go with it... with something more blunt. Also why are there 5 five riding horses and five draft horses still in the stables?" Ladrian asks
Rixton continues to focus on the lock to the chest; after another ten minutes his persistence pays dividends, and the rogue feels the mechanism release with a soft "click." Within the chest are a suit of chain mail sized for a dwarf, a dwarven helm, a leather bag that holds 45 gp and two 100 gp gemstones, and a potion.
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Rixton:
I deposit one gemstone, one ring worth 25 gp, the leather bag of gold, and the potion on the table. I keep a gemstone as my cut of the loot thus far. "Someone get Vigan. It is time to try and cross the broken bridge. Also, if anyone wants some dwarven armor, I left it in the chest upstairs."
I eye the potion, trying to divine its purpose. Arcana: 14
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Carrow
Sipping his ale the Half-Orc was finaly alone with his thoughts and as a ranger he was finally alone to admire his surroundings, watching birds come and go from the nearby tree Carrow was for the first time today at ease, the wind and rain did not bother him he preferred to be subject to the elements every once in a while. This group seemed different, he thought, not many were as hospitable to Half-Orcs at first sight, he silently thanked them with a final toast of his drink, maybe he could find himself a useful part of a unit once more.
The ale now gone and the brandy tucked away for later Carrow heard the the call of his companion from below.
"Thank you, come on up, I need some warm food, are the others resting ?"
Rixton:
"Aye," I say. Carrow is like me in some ways. Stuck between worlds. Sometimes accepted by both, often by neither. It doesn't matter his blood origins. He helped save my life. "I don't mind taking a turn up there while you warm up."
I switch places with Carrow, and quickly settle into the solitude. It is gray and breezy and cold. The birds chirp and flutter about and I think a deer darts out of the woods across the river briefly. A stillness falls over me and I embrace it. I have tried meditation before and never taken to it. When mother hired a monk to tutor me for 8 months, he encouraged meditation but I mainly found it boring. Now, it fills me with life. I relish in every lungful. Time passes but I am disconnected from any sense of how quickly or slowly. When I finally emerge from my reverie, I feel rested. I must revisit my old lessons with Brother Harnam, I think. I should not have dismissed him so quickly.
I think for a while on the last couple of hours, the violence and the abandoned town. I feel an overwhelming urge to know what happened here. The people of this town deserve at least that...after we help ourselves to anything useful to that cause, of course. I suspect that time is fast approaching now and stand, stretching. I feel stiff but relaxed.
"Do not neglect the body," Brother Harnam had said. "It houses and protects the mind. Use your mind to return the favor to protect the body. Discipline is the key."
I vow to do just that.
Ladrian
Taking cover from the rain and into the warm, Ladrian shakes his cloak to try to remove some of the water.
"Now now... That was interesting." He then turns to Vigan "Thanks for the call out about those goblins" he then looks at his patched wounds and remarks mockingly with a smile on his lips "You should really be more carefull. You looked like a cheese with holes".
He then continues walking in the room passes near Carrow: "You're a happy enough fellow with an axe in your hand aren't you?"
Moving on to Rixton he calls to Andor: "It looks like I've been asking my drink to the wrong person. I should have pick someone more... chilled person to do it" he winks "Be a dear and grab me a drink... on the rocks maybe?"
Finally he says : "A chest you say? Let me have a look", he goes towards the chest and starts talking out loud to the rest of his companions : "What was that gibberish the last two goblins screamed? And to whom did they do it?" he pulls his thieves tools and starts lockpicking the lock "Now it seems we haven't fullfiled our mission since there's still a part of the town we haven't cleared. What do you propose as our plan? I don't know you guys but I'm looking forward getting a real meal and proper bed."
Roll to lockpick: 15
Andor
"The ice I make doesn't come in little cubes, I'm sure you'll survive though" . Looking for a bottle at the bar he will bring two glasses out, and hand one to Ladrian if he finds something strong to drink.
"Well, at least it has stopped raining."
Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
DM - Dzenda: The Cracks - DM - Dzenda: Whispered Tales
The lock on the chest proves to be very uncooperative; Ladrian's attempt to open it is unsuccessful, just as Rixton's was.
An hour or so has passed, and each of the adventurers gains the benefits of a short rest after the tense and strenuous encounter with the goblins and worgs. Rixton, atop a guard tower by the drawbridge, keeps an eye on the road that approaches Nightstone, a road that, thus far, has had no activity upon it whatsoever. The temple and the inn are the only two structures that have been searched by the group. Other than the halfling that Ladrian saw crushed beneath one of the boulders, there has been no sign of any of the villagers. The time spent gathering all the slain and looking for arrows provided the party with a better scope of the destruction caused by the boulders, of which there are roughly thirty scattered about the place.
Ladrian
I just advanced to lvl 2. Can you check the PM's to see iof the modifier I added in my last roll is correct?
Also, I believe I didn't got hit during the combar, so I don't use any hit die.
Rixton:
"I've abandoned my post, gents," I say, walking back into the inn. My comrades look relaxed. I rub the little green snake on the back of the head and try to entice it back onto my arm.
Animal handling: 17
It slithers off of the chair and I stroke it some more as it relaxes, wrapped around my right bicep. "We can't do much else to secure the town, but if you'd prefer to have an early warning if someone approaches, one of you fine gents can take a turn. I'd like to search the remaining buildings in town, if anyone would care to join me."
Vigan
The goliath pulls himself up out of his seat with a grunt, and takes a few steps, testing his leg. Satisfied, he retrieves his greataxe, and makes for the watchtower.
"If you are exploring the rest of this place, we may need something to bridge the gap across the keep's moat. Find us something sturdy."
Rixton:
"You look to be about 15 feet tall. Why don't we use you?" I say with a stout clap on the Goliath's shoulder and a playful grin.
Vigan
"Because there is a good chance I will be carrying you at the time", Vigan retorts, successfully maintaining a serious expression. "Let me know when we are ready to cross."
Rixton:
I bark a laugh, although I am really suppressing the dread of nearly dying again. "Well, I favor starting at the trading post and then circling east and south around the fields, checking the houses. We can finish with the windmill and houses on the west side. Unless you all want to split up into teams..."
Vigan ascends the stairs to the upper level of the guard tower where he keeps an eye out for anyone or anything that might approach the village. Andor, Carrow, Ladrian, and Rixton (with his reptilian sidekick) methodically make their way through the remaining structures in Nightstone. After a span of 70 or 80 minutes, the only part of the the village that hasn't been investigated is the keep. A summary of what was discovered in the other buildings:
Ooc: are we picking one thing on the table or can we choose several items?
(Players may take several items off the table)
Andor
"We need a way across that broken bridge, how about we use some of the ladders from the watchtowers and some rope from the store?"
Andor looks about thoughtfully, "some lightweight rope would be good too, anything else we need?"
Hempen rope 3
Silken rope 2
Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
DM - Dzenda: The Cracks - DM - Dzenda: Whispered Tales
It looks like we found (Not just rolling for me, but tell me if I list too many things):
2 bundles of 20 arrows
2 bags or 20 caltrops
4 grappling hooks (can we rope our way across the broken bridge?)
3 bundles of 10 iron spikes
4 sledge hammers
2 quivers
2 traveler's clothes (I need a set less bloody!)
4 pieces of chalk
2 manacles
Rixton:
I pass a bundle of arrows and a quiver to Carrow and Landrian each. Landrian and I split the caltrops (unless anyone else asks). I also replace my clothes with the only complete set I could find, since my own blood had crusted up my clothing. I pocket two pieces of chalk and take a set of manacles as well.
I head upstairs in the inn and sit in front of the locked chest for a few minutes, practicing the maneuvers in my mind. When I am ready, I take out my tools and get to work.
Open locks (Dex + proficiency): 9
Frustrated, I try again. Open locks (Dex + proficiency): 16
I curse under my breath. My hands ache with the fine control needed to crack the lock. After a few minutes, I try again.
Open locks (Dex + proficiency): 21
Landrian
"Thanks for the arrows and the caltrops. That chest hasn't opened yet? Maybe we should let Carrow or Vigan have a go with it... with something more blunt. Also why are there 5 five riding horses and five draft horses still in the stables?" Ladrian asks
DM screen:
22, 17, 13, 21, 6, 18, 20, 10, 10, 16, 13, 7, 16, 17, 13, 20, 21, 13, 11, 14,
Rixton continues to focus on the lock to the chest; after another ten minutes his persistence pays dividends, and the rogue feels the mechanism release with a soft "click." Within the chest are a suit of chain mail sized for a dwarf, a dwarven helm, a leather bag that holds 45 gp and two 100 gp gemstones, and a potion.
Rixton:
I deposit one gemstone, one ring worth 25 gp, the leather bag of gold, and the potion on the table. I keep a gemstone as my cut of the loot thus far. "Someone get Vigan. It is time to try and cross the broken bridge. Also, if anyone wants some dwarven armor, I left it in the chest upstairs."
I eye the potion, trying to divine its purpose. Arcana: 14