Sword Coast Rambling

Syna looks at Brots with tenderness, "We will sore miss you and your lightheartedness to cure the weary miles."

"Yes Brots, like Syna said,we will miss you and your arrows...."  Beetle says to the ranger.

“Thankyou both. Syna, you’ve taught me so much. Thankyou for keeping me right all this time.... and Beetle... Tyr has blessed you with such courage and commitment. I’m sure he is so proud of what you’ve accomplished so far. Arkhan.... I don’t know you too well, but you are the ballsiest dragon slayer I’ve ever met.... and Serak.... Zyl..... you’ve watched my back too. So Thankyou. Thankyou all!”

Tears start to fill the young gnomes eyes as he wipes salty water away with his sleeve, “Well anyways.... I’m not dying. Not yet. I’ll always be here if you need me!” With a whistle he summons Lucas to him, before skipping off to the forest to collect firewood for the evening. 

Watching the gnome disappear into the foliage, Dayereth turns to Serak once more, "Bright boy.... If that's sorted then. Where will you be heading next? My dear wife mentioned Phandalin and something about a castle....?"

Serak: Saddened at the news of Brots' departure from the party, Serak hides it as best he can by remaining silent and busying himself preparing the gravesite. The somber work darkens Serak's mood as long repressed memories resurface. Not the first nor likely the last grave the bard has dug, he says a silent prayer in thanks that he only needs to dig one.

When the subject changes to the party's next destination, Serak breaks his silence, "Beetle's earlier suggestion of returning to Neverwinter might be best. I'd like to be a little better equipped before we attempt to storm the Cragmaw's Castle."

"It was a pleasure traveling with you, if only for a short time."

Syna: "Perhaps that is a good idea.  We have accumulated gold and some better equipment would be welcome."

OOC: You’re about a days march from Neverwinter and it’s now getting into evening. 

Are you guys settling in for a long rest?

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OOC: You’re about a days march from Neverwinter and it’s now getting into evening. 

Are you guys settling in for a long rest?

 Aye...  I'm outa spells after that little tussle.

Yeah I think rest and then move on to Neverwinter, probably the best city to go to in order to sell the dragon parts. Maybe even generate enough for some plate armor.......

Rested, spells switched up and ready to rock...

Serak: Sweat upon his brow and aching in his back, Serak completes his task and assists Dayereth in laying the wizard to rest. He finds a large flat rock to mark the site, carving into the gravestone, "Argot Argononinon -1461 - He Gave His Life So That Others Might Live."

Returning to the others, Serak lays out his bedroll on the floor of the cottage and prepares to settle in for the night.

OOC: Neverwinter sounds good. I'm not sure how much the Dragon parts will be worth, but Syna could also have Scale Mail made out of the Scales. It is actually one of the best non-magical armors for a Druid, since they can't wear metal. If you're interested, you'd have a 16AC and 18AC with a shield. 

OCC:  And it'd be a pretty green :)

OOC: Yes, it will make very cool armor. I believe 9 scales should be enough. I'm thinking 1 for the chest and 1 for the stomach, 1 large scale for the back, 2 for the skirt, 2 small scales for the pauldrons and 2 more for the gauntlets. Something like this image, minus the helmet and greaves.

OOC: Sounds fine with me!

Awakening to the soft patter of rainfall outside, Zyltris sleepily rubs his eyes. A thick drip of water splashes on his forehead having fallen from the large hole in the roof above. The tall stone tower is unusually warm for this time of the morning, though a refreshing breeze rolls down the stone walls. Stretching as he rises to his feet, the elf packs up his bedroll, optimistic about the day that lies ahead.

In the next room, Jelenneth hums quietly to herself as she prepares a farewell breakfast for the party - hash browns, bacon and a selection of berries. She smiles as he enters the room, gesturing to a wooden stool at the table. Slowly but surely the others join them - Dayereth and Brots suspicious by their absence.

”Good morning boys. Hope you’re hungry!” The druid plonks a plate clumsily infront of each of them, “You’ve just missed the other two.... off patrolling the village or something.” With a smile she sits beside them, draws a deep breath and sighs. “I do hope you’ll come back and visit us you know. I’ve very much enjoyed our little adventure!”

Serak: Graciously accepting the offer of breakfast, Serak gives a slight bow and says, "Good morning, all! Ah, thank you, m'lady! This looks delicious! Yes, I'm sure we'll have occasion to visit during our travels." The bard hungrily scoops the food into his mouth, eager to check on Brots and Dayereth.

Turning to address his new Dragonborn ally, Serak says, "You're more than welcome to travel with us, Arkhan. Our employer, Gundren Rockseeker has been kidnapped and we seek to rescue him from a band of Bugbears and Goblins, calling themselves the Cragmaw. You were truly amazing against the dragon and we can use all the help we can get."

“Yeah. I’d be happy to help. I mean you all not only helped me escape and kill my captors... but you let me have this very fine axe. It’s the least I could do.”

“OH!” Jelenneth suddenly rises to her feet, mouth still full of half eaten berries. “I almost forgot!”

The druid scurries across the room, frantically lifting dirty pots and scrolls, stretching to look on the highest of the book shelves. For a moment the party share a look of bemusement between them, before she returns. 

Onto the table she places five skillfully crafted bundles - large green leaves tied with a thick blade of grass to form a pouch. Beside them she places a fat little bottle which they instantly recognise as a potion of healing. “Brots said to make sure you took these with you. A small thanks for your friendship.” 

Glancing inside one of the leaves, Zyltris spots a glint of gold and silver. Taking a pouch each, the party find exactly 49 gold, 4 silver and 4 copper pieces for each of them. 

“ALSO.... if you’re heading to Neverwinter, perhaps you could drop into an acquaintance of ours. Dayereth seems to think he’ll know where to find this castle you’re searching for.” She takes a short sip of pine tea before she continues, “His names Aramil and old wood elf who he met many years ago, though I’m afraid time hasn’t been kind to him. He’ll probably be found propping up a bar somewhere, but he’s a wise old timer. I’m sure he’ll know something to help you.”

OOC: the scale armor made from dragon scales may have a resistance on it

Serak: Readying himself for the long road ahead, Serak gathers his belongings and checks his weapons. As he prepares to leave, he says, "Thank you for everything, Jelenneth. We'll be sure to pay Aramil a visit. Farewell, my friend."

Serak makes for the door, saying, "Take your time, gentlemen. I'm going to have one last look around town and check on Dayereth and Brots." Stepping into the morning air, the bard inhales deeply, savoring the crisp country air. He exhales slowly and begins his stroll through town, on the look out for his friends.

Perception: 18

Serak: