The hobgoblin watches on as Arkhan finishes his carving, “hmm.... never seen the ocean.” He raises his chained arms, awkwardly patting the Dragonborn on the shoulder, “I do as you say. Nothing here for me now.”
As Beetle finishes he joins the others questioning the prisoner and he asks, "Many others here,a small army are stationed here?" He looks at his companions, "We need to clear it out if so but will need a rest first." He thinks for a moment.."We could try and seal off a room and take watches here or hide these bodies very well and go out and rest and come back."
He then turns to continue searching the corpses and room for anything useful....
Serak: Wiping clean his Rapier before returning it to it's scabbard, Serak responds with a sneer at the mention of a "small army" within the castle. He answers, "Glad to hear you're the reasonable sort of Hobgoblin. What's your name?" He pats down the prisoner thuroughly while attempting to discern if he's being sincere.
Insight: 23
Perception: 14
Satisfied their prisoner is secure, Serak quietly approaches the doorway to the north. First listening a moment, the Bard quickly searches for traps or locks, attempting to disable any he finds.
Perception: 8
Stealth: 14
Thieves' Tools: 18
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"Not all those who wander are lost." - J.R.R. Tolkien
Beetle looks over at Serak... amused a bit he always enjoys watching the bard work it's like watching a short skit. After a few seconds he goes back to what he was doing thoroughly amused.
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“Aye.” The hobgoblin grumbles, briefly turning to Beetle, “Cragmaw based here. Safety in numbers.” Concern flashes on the paladins face. With a word to the others he turns away to search the corpses.
39,8,27,45, 19, 19, 8, 16
In total the Paladin scrapes together 15 copper pieces, 16 silver and a handful of 20 gold pieces - though mostly from the king himself. Satisfied he returns to the others where Serak is finishing with the prisoner.
“Hog... Hog Fleshcheek they call me.” The beast sighs, resigned to defeat. His chains rattle loosely as his shoulders slump.
Serak slinks away you the northern door and presses against it. The wood seems old, warped, neglected - but safe enough. He hears nothing. The room beyond, silent.
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Serak: Relatively sure the doorway is safe, Serak nonetheless draws his Rapier as he swings the door wide open. Hoping to find a place to secure the prisoner before further discussing their plans, he has a quick look inside for traps, loot and a place to chain up Hog.
Perception: 24
Answering Beetle as he returns, Serak says quietly, "I think we'd be safe to rest here. It is still early evening and the Cragmaw are celebrating. I doubt any would be brave enough to enter this chamber uninvited and I have my illusions to fall back on. If we awaken before dawn, we can perhaps catch them inebriated and sleeping."
The door swings open. Inside the small room beyond are several shelves filled with small crates and sacks - many lying empty. At the bottom of the nearest shelf lies a small wooden chest locked firmly shut by a steel padlock.
In the centre of the room, bound and gagged on the floor are two figures
the first a human, black haired and fair skinned. Beside him a small cage holds an owl, a like of bandage holding his beak firmly closed. The mans eyes snap to Seraks as the door opens, his body wrenching at his bindings.
second, a dwarf instantly recognisable as Gundren Rockseeker. His heaped body lies limp and motionless.
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Serak: Relieved to have found survivors, but still wary so soon after the Shapeshifter's deception, Serak cautiously approaches the bound captives. Taking a close look at the pair, the Bard attempts to discern if they truly are as they appear to be
Insight: 23
Realizing he has absolutely no idea how to detect a Shapeshifter, Serak waves the others over before checking Gundren for wounds.
Medicine: 22
Flustered by the condition of the Dwarf, the Bard calls for Syna's assistance as he turns to unbind the human. Introducing himself, he says, "Serak The Skald, at your service! It would appear you're in need of a bit of rescuing! Fear not, for assistance has arrived!"
Beetle comes over once Serak has the room open... "What do we have here?" he asks seeing one they were expecting in Grundren and 1 other unknown... "Looking at the bonds and such I would say this is the real Grundren," Beetle says, then turns to the other... "and who may you be besides in need of help?"
Though bruised and suffering from a few minor scrapes, Gundren Rockseeker seems largely uninjured. Carefully, Serak removes the dwarfs bindings, carefully judging him awake. Gundrens eyes barely flicker, his dried, crusted white lips part slightly, “Uh.... wha.... no I... I can’t....”
At the bards words, the young dwarfs eyes reluctantly blink open. “... you? But..... why are YOU here? How ever did.... did you find me?” Gundren speaks slowly, each word a struggle as the others slowly enter the room. “.... map.... find the....ma.” The dwarf reaches a weak hand to Seraks arm, gripping him loosely before again passing out.
A moment later Syna presses his hands gently onto Gundrens chest. Closing his eyes the druid slows his breathing, “He’s weak but he’ll be alright. I must say Gundren, we’ve had quite a time these last few weeks.” Without turning from his patient, Syna speaks to the other prisoner, “Forgive us for being so untrusting. Perhaps as Beetle says, you could tell us how you..... became an acquaintance of our friend here?”
(Assuming someone took off his gag by this point...)
"My name is Taman Landon." The man says with a cough. "I was captured as I was looking for areas of ancient ruins where I could seek out ancient artifacts or tomes of lore." He glances to the dwarf. "I only met the good dwarf once I was brought here." Turning back to the group. "I am a cleric of Azuth, and a Wizard by trade. Please release my bonds, so I can let my familiar out of its cage there..." He nods to the owl.
Beetle quite convinced the man is sincere releases him from his bonds and says.. "Beetlejuice...Paladin of Tyr" as he extends a hand to help the released prisoner up.
"Well-met indeed." Taman says, taking the hand and getting to his feet. First he releases the owl from its cage, and unties it's bindings. he then looks around to see if he can find the rest of his gear.
"I'm Arkhan." he grunts. "To your feet then." The golden dragonborn grabs your forearm and yanks you up. "Let's get your things and get out of here. We've just been through a hell of a fight. Suplexed a changling." he says with a smirk, maybe the first smirk any of the party has seen out of Arkhan.
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Gash- Lvl14 Goblin Wizard - The High Court of the Aasimar Queen
Arkhans grin lightens the mood slightly as the wizard stumbles awkwardly to his feet. Steadying himself against a shelf he places his hand instead onto a familiar shape - short, pointed and bound in leather. Reaching further into the shelving he finds further weapons and a set of scale mail - his equipment, stowed barely out of reach this entire time. Internally thanking the intelligence of goblins, he dons his belongings, watching on as the others make plans of their own.
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Serak: Sheathing his Rapier before helping Gundren to his feet as well, Serak says cheerfully, "I can't believe we found you alive! Twice! Sildar will be most pleased with the news!"
Turning to Taman, the Bard bows low and says, "My pleasure to make your acquaintance. A cleric and wizard you say? How would your God feel about getting a little revenge by helping us clear out the castle? I think we'd be safe to rest and heal barricaded in this room. Let me have a look in the hall to make sure the coast is clear "
Serak slips silently out of the room, carefully stepping past the caltrops and ball bearings as he peaks into the area to the South. Assuming all is clear, he'll quickly clean up his trap before returning to the party.
Perception: 17
Stealth: 16
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"Not all those who wander are lost." - J.R.R. Tolkien
The hobgoblin watches on as Arkhan finishes his carving, “hmm.... never seen the ocean.” He raises his chained arms, awkwardly patting the Dragonborn on the shoulder, “I do as you say. Nothing here for me now.”
As Beetle finishes he joins the others questioning the prisoner and he asks, "Many others here,a small army are stationed here?" He looks at his companions, "We need to clear it out if so but will need a rest first." He thinks for a moment.."We could try and seal off a room and take watches here or hide these bodies very well and go out and rest and come back."
He then turns to continue searching the corpses and room for anything useful....
Serak: Wiping clean his Rapier before returning it to it's scabbard, Serak responds with a sneer at the mention of a "small army" within the castle. He answers, "Glad to hear you're the reasonable sort of Hobgoblin. What's your name?" He pats down the prisoner thuroughly while attempting to discern if he's being sincere.
Insight: 23
Perception: 14
Satisfied their prisoner is secure, Serak quietly approaches the doorway to the north. First listening a moment, the Bard quickly searches for traps or locks, attempting to disable any he finds.
Perception: 8
Stealth: 14
Thieves' Tools: 18
"Not all those who wander are lost." - J.R.R. Tolkien
Beetle looks over at Serak... amused a bit he always enjoys watching the bard work it's like watching a short skit. After a few seconds he goes back to what he was doing thoroughly amused.
“Aye.” The hobgoblin grumbles, briefly turning to Beetle, “Cragmaw based here. Safety in numbers.” Concern flashes on the paladins face. With a word to the others he turns away to search the corpses.
39,8,27,45, 19, 19, 8, 16
In total the Paladin scrapes together 15 copper pieces, 16 silver and a handful of 20 gold pieces - though mostly from the king himself. Satisfied he returns to the others where Serak is finishing with the prisoner.
“Hog... Hog Fleshcheek they call me.” The beast sighs, resigned to defeat. His chains rattle loosely as his shoulders slump.
Serak slinks away you the northern door and presses against it. The wood seems old, warped, neglected - but safe enough. He hears nothing. The room beyond, silent.
Serak: Relatively sure the doorway is safe, Serak nonetheless draws his Rapier as he swings the door wide open. Hoping to find a place to secure the prisoner before further discussing their plans, he has a quick look inside for traps, loot and a place to chain up Hog.
Perception: 24
Answering Beetle as he returns, Serak says quietly, "I think we'd be safe to rest here. It is still early evening and the Cragmaw are celebrating. I doubt any would be brave enough to enter this chamber uninvited and I have my illusions to fall back on. If we awaken before dawn, we can perhaps catch them inebriated and sleeping."
"Not all those who wander are lost." - J.R.R. Tolkien
“Sounds like a plan to me,” Beetle says, after he begins to look for a good spot for a moment of silence and prayer.
The door swings open. Inside the small room beyond are several shelves filled with small crates and sacks - many lying empty. At the bottom of the nearest shelf lies a small wooden chest locked firmly shut by a steel padlock.
In the centre of the room, bound and gagged on the floor are two figures
The figure lays there struggling against his bonds, waiting for someone to release him.
Serak: Relieved to have found survivors, but still wary so soon after the Shapeshifter's deception, Serak cautiously approaches the bound captives. Taking a close look at the pair, the Bard attempts to discern if they truly are as they appear to be
Insight: 23
Realizing he has absolutely no idea how to detect a Shapeshifter, Serak waves the others over before checking Gundren for wounds.
Medicine: 22
Flustered by the condition of the Dwarf, the Bard calls for Syna's assistance as he turns to unbind the human. Introducing himself, he says, "Serak The Skald, at your service! It would appear you're in need of a bit of rescuing! Fear not, for assistance has arrived!"
"Not all those who wander are lost." - J.R.R. Tolkien
Beetle comes over once Serak has the room open... "What do we have here?" he asks seeing one they were expecting in Grundren and 1 other unknown... "Looking at the bonds and such I would say this is the real Grundren," Beetle says, then turns to the other... "and who may you be besides in need of help?"
Though bruised and suffering from a few minor scrapes, Gundren Rockseeker seems largely uninjured. Carefully, Serak removes the dwarfs bindings, carefully judging him awake. Gundrens eyes barely flicker, his dried, crusted white lips part slightly, “Uh.... wha.... no I... I can’t....”
At the bards words, the young dwarfs eyes reluctantly blink open. “... you? But..... why are YOU here? How ever did.... did you find me?” Gundren speaks slowly, each word a struggle as the others slowly enter the room. “.... map.... find the....ma.” The dwarf reaches a weak hand to Seraks arm, gripping him loosely before again passing out.
A moment later Syna presses his hands gently onto Gundrens chest. Closing his eyes the druid slows his breathing, “He’s weak but he’ll be alright. I must say Gundren, we’ve had quite a time these last few weeks.” Without turning from his patient, Syna speaks to the other prisoner, “Forgive us for being so untrusting. Perhaps as Beetle says, you could tell us how you..... became an acquaintance of our friend here?”
(Assuming someone took off his gag by this point...)
"My name is Taman Landon." The man says with a cough. "I was captured as I was looking for areas of ancient ruins where I could seek out ancient artifacts or tomes of lore." He glances to the dwarf. "I only met the good dwarf once I was brought here." Turning back to the group. "I am a cleric of Azuth, and a Wizard by trade. Please release my bonds, so I can let my familiar out of its cage there..." He nods to the owl.
Beetle quite convinced the man is sincere releases him from his bonds and says.. "Beetlejuice...Paladin of Tyr" as he extends a hand to help the released prisoner up.
"Well-met indeed." Taman says, taking the hand and getting to his feet. First he releases the owl from its cage, and unties it's bindings. he then looks around to see if he can find the rest of his gear.
"I'm Arkhan." he grunts. "To your feet then." The golden dragonborn grabs your forearm and yanks you up. "Let's get your things and get out of here. We've just been through a hell of a fight. Suplexed a changling." he says with a smirk, maybe the first smirk any of the party has seen out of Arkhan.
Gash - Lvl14 Goblin Wizard - The High Court of the Aasimar Queen
Arkhans grin lightens the mood slightly as the wizard stumbles awkwardly to his feet. Steadying himself against a shelf he places his hand instead onto a familiar shape - short, pointed and bound in leather. Reaching further into the shelving he finds further weapons and a set of scale mail - his equipment, stowed barely out of reach this entire time. Internally thanking the intelligence of goblins, he dons his belongings, watching on as the others make plans of their own.
Serak: Sheathing his Rapier before helping Gundren to his feet as well, Serak says cheerfully, "I can't believe we found you alive! Twice! Sildar will be most pleased with the news!"
Turning to Taman, the Bard bows low and says, "My pleasure to make your acquaintance. A cleric and wizard you say? How would your God feel about getting a little revenge by helping us clear out the castle? I think we'd be safe to rest and heal barricaded in this room. Let me have a look in the hall to make sure the coast is clear "
Serak slips silently out of the room, carefully stepping past the caltrops and ball bearings as he peaks into the area to the South. Assuming all is clear, he'll quickly clean up his trap before returning to the party.
Perception: 17
Stealth: 16
"Not all those who wander are lost." - J.R.R. Tolkien
OOC: Just out of interest.... where have you guys hidden the bodies?
"Oh, I am sure Azuth would not mind one bit." Taman says with an angry look in his eyes.