Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
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OCC: I think for now the potions are fine, you add one and I will add one. Even if we carry them they can still be used on others anyhow. The coins and stuff we can do later on...I need to save for plate anyhow we are still no where near that much...lol
I think we are done in cave, at least for now.
Sildar stands at the entrance to the cave and takes a deep breath of fresh open air once more.
"Ah! I was beginning to think I would see anything else but the inside of the wretched cave! You have my thanks once more for this my friends. Now, if we are through here, we should make haste to Phandalin."
Marching off south-eastwards down the goblin trail, the veteran soldier leads the group away from the cave. He has a spring in his step, whistling a jolly tune he once heard from a bar keep he once knew on the isle of Moray. The first sunlight he has seen for days warms his pale skin.
A few miles down the trail, the party once more come across the site of the goblin ambush.
"Yes yes, this is the spot those blagards got us. Two groups there were, one on each side of the road up there. I'm glad to see you made short work of them!" He glances at the goblin bodies littering the roadside. A pair of crows with blood red beaks take flight as he approaches. Sildar bends over a slowly decaying horse, patting its weather head fondly. "My dear Camila. You can rest now my sweet.... Thankyou for everything" The old man rises slowly and tries to stay strong before his new friends.
The trek along the Triboar trail is uneventful and evening is upon them once more as the party arrive in Phandalin. The town as animated as it was on the night of their first arrival. Townsfolk go about their business closing up their shopfronts, Stonehill Inn is ablaze with life and merriment, the square is slowly emptying as the end of the working day draws near.
"Well my friends, it is getting late. I fear I shall have to suspend my inquiries until the morning. Gundren had said that The Stonehill Inn is a quaint little spot to secure lodging for the night. I suppose I will see for myself tonight." The old warrior pats himself down sheepishly. "I'm afraid I am out of gold. I must reward you for your assistance in getting me here and freeing me. Come find me tomorrow and I will have something to give you."
The inns door creak open slowly. From inside, the head of a gnome appears. He looks nervous as he steps out into the dwindling light. In his hands he holds a stained white envelope, which emphasizes his small stature all the more. Slowly he approaches the party, clears his throat quietly and hands the parchment to Syna.
Syna:
On the front of the envelope, written in beautifully familiar cursive, the elfs name. SYNA.
From inside, the elf pulls out a letter and begins to read to himself.
My dear Syna,
My friend, many years ago you sought us out in the High Forest, eager to train alongside those who had saved your village. Now I am afraid that we must ask a favour from you in return.
Since we last spoke, the high forest has been blighted by a mysterious force. The trees have fallen silent, the animals report a beast roaming the woodland and there is a deadly odour in the air. As yet, my wife and I are unable to ascertain where this misfortune has come from or what is causing it. However, when the time comes we may need to call on you to come to our aid. I am sending this letter in the capable hands of our latest protege - Brots. He has been with us now for a couple of seasons but I'm afraid this woodland has become far too dangerous to educate him further and we must dedicate every resource we have to finding the source of this wickedness.
I would humbly ask that you take Brots with you in your latest adventures. As our most promising pupil, I have complete faith that you can teach him much about the world and all that you have learned from us.
When the hour is at hand, I will write you again. I trust that I can count on your blade when the time is right.
By the blessing of Rillifane Rallathil,
Dayereth Eathalena
Beetle is going to make his way over to the Lionshield and see if Linene is still there to let her know about her crates they saw in the goblin cave.
As the Gnome hands the parchment to the Elf he returns his hands back to himself then steps back as to get a better view of the Elf. "From what I've heard, you must be Syna. You are a very hard person to find!" The Gnome extends his small hand outwards and upwards, a small squirrel moving from the gnomes backpack to his arm. "My name is Brots, and this is Iris, and in case you couldn't tell, I'm a gnome." He says with a chuckle. "I was sent by your mentors to deliver this letter to you. Apparently it's vary important." He looks Syna up and down and gives a grin. "You look like you had a rough go, is everyone OK?"
[OOC: Hello everyone! Glad to be here and I hope you don't mind the color coding. I do it so it's easier to distinguish action from speech.]
I don't have a signature.
OOC: Welcome to the game Brots I'm sure you'll fit in great. Colour coding is perfect, sometimes its useful that way to see whats going on!
OOC: Welcome Brots
Syna smiles at the Gnome, "Well met friend, how fare's Dayereth? Yes, we have had quite the last couple of days. And from Dayereth's letter, it seems trouble is afoot in the High Forest. My friend, the world outside of the wood is one of danger and the unnatural."
"ALWAYS GIVE A MONSTER AN EVEN BREAK!"
1st Edition DMG
Brots looks around the Inn, finds an empty table and motions over to it? "Shall we sit?" Brats moves over to the table and pulls out a chair for himself, after taking a seat he looks over at Syna. "When I left, Dayereth was good. However things were not looking good in that area." He waves over at the barkeep and shouts. "Barkeep, can we get 2 of your strongest ales please!" He kicks out a seat and motions over at Syna "Come sit down, you look like you've been on your feet for days!"
I don't have a signature.
Reaching the Lionshield, Beetle this time knocks on the door instead of busting in on Linene like last time, hoping to catch her before she was closed up for the night.
Beetle:
Leaving the others behind, Beetle crosses the square, Beetle has time to reflect in the quiet bustle of the small mining town. He reaches the merchant with the blue lion painted on a shield shaped sign - The Lionshield Coster. He reaches out a clenched fist to knock the door, his legs shake slightly. Nervous? Why is he so nervous? A second later a solid oaken knock rings out, he carefully pushes the door open and steps inside.
Without looking up from her work Linene shouts out agressively, "For the love of... WE'RE CLOS" Slamming her inventory book closed her eyes dart upwards at the paladin entering the shop. Her tone immediately changes. ".... OH Hello there!. I did not think you boys would be back so soon! I'd heard from Barthen that you left town again early this morning. What brings you back here? and without your fellow traveller?" Concern flashes across her face for an instant, but a slight smile on her face reveals that she is secretly glad to be alone this time.
Beetle at the Lionshield Coster:
"Hello again Lady Linene, it is always a pleasure." Beetle says, probably blushing a bit, "I bring some news to you. We traveled to the goblin cave and cleared them out so your shipments should go unbothered, for now anyhow. However we did find a lot of crates there with your markings. At the time there was really no way would could move them since we were on foot and all, but I wanted to let you know there are there for the most part seem untouched also." Beetle is starting to feel pretty hot in his armor..."I can talk to my companions if you like and we could possibly retrieve them for you but I also know that we have a few other things on our plate at the moment. Anyhow I am sorry to bother you so late again but I really wanted to let you know your shipments can be recovered, the cave should be clear."
Beetle after feeling that he may have embarrassed himself a bit looking all sweaty and red faced turns to the door to go find his companions.
Syna frowns, "In the last 3 days, we have confronted monstrosities summoned from the abyss by a mad alchemist, a goblin ambush, a rescue with a fight to clear out Goblins of their lair. I almost dread what tomorrow may bring. But meet my companions."
"Serak, our esteemed bard smooths our way through this world with song and tales. Zyltris, our fearless warrior, and of course there is BeetleJuice our stalwart Paladin is informing a local merchant, that we found her goods on our last foray."
"ALWAYS GIVE A MONSTER AN EVEN BREAK!"
1st Edition DMG
Brots, aback by what his new friends had to deal with shakes his head in disbelief. "What has this world come to. I remember when you used to be able to leave your house to grab a loaf of bread and not wink an eye. Now you can't take a step outside your house in fear that you won't survive the walk." Brots takes a swig of ale and puts it down then looks at the rest of the group. "Well it's great to meet all of you! Syna, Dayereth has told me you are one of their most promising pupils and said I could learn a lot from you." He takes another swig of ale. "Do you think I could tag along? Maybe learn from all of you? My aim with my trusty bow is true and I'm really good at tracking through forests!"
I don't have a signature.
Serak: Upon reaching Phandalin, Serak begins walking with Sildar toward The Sleeping Giant.
OOC: Good to have you with us, Brots!
Turning to the veteran warrior, Serak says quietly, "Don't tell the others, but I was most relieved to find you still among the living, my new friend. I'd have felt responsible if we'd not reached you in time."
Walking into the Inn, Serak sees Syna speaking with a curious gnome he hadn't seen on his first visit. Without losing stride, he greets the usuals with a nod and says, "How are we all this evening? Looking good, Freda! Lamar, Narth - a pleasure as always. Falk, try to leave everyone with enough to at least feed themselves, yes?"
Sitting at bar with Sildar, Serak greets the bartender. "Hello, again! I'd like to rent a room for my friend here." Anticipating Sildar's protest, he adds. "A simple loan until your pockets clinks once more, my friend. Anything he'd like to eat or drink as well. Thank you."
Turning to leave, Seraks says, "Now then, I have business to attend to. Before I go... tell me what you know about the Redbrands."
"Not all those who wander are lost." - J.R.R. Tolkien
[OOC: As far as I know, the only person that knows about me currently is Syna and Zyltris, unless Zyltris broke apart from the group too?]
I don't have a signature.
"With the dangers we have, the skills you have picked up will be most welcome in this wilderness."
"ALWAYS GIVE A MONSTER AN EVEN BREAK!"
1st Edition DMG
Beetle:
A broad smile beams across Linenes face. "Well aren't you just FULL of surprises. You know trade here has been a real struggle recently so this is welcome news, but I would have never thought goblins would be responsible! Blasted redbrands yes, but never goblins. Here take this" She tosses a pouch of 50 gold coins across the room to Beetle, a jingling clatter rings out as it falls into his hand. She throws a wink his way. "It's the least I can do, really. Take me for a drink sometime and we'll celebrate. I won't bother you boys with retrieving the crates. I'll send for the trade post in Yartar to send an empty cart or two for them. Once they get here I can do you a great discount on any of the surviving weapons and armour. If you ever need anything else I'm more than happy to help! Come back and see me anytime, my doors are always open for a handsome man like you. And I mean all of them."
Brots nods then finishes his ale. "What's next on our to do list then Syna!?" He asks in an enthusiastic tone. "It's getting late so I don't feel like we'll be doing anything tonight, at least we hope. Isn't that right Iris?" Brots says looking at the squirrel on his shoulder. Iris looks back at Brots, squeaks and nods in agreement.
I don't have a signature.
OOC: Brots, Not sure where Zyltris is atm, but you'll have seen them all briefly before the group went their separate ways. Formal introductions haven't happened so as far as they're concerned you're a messenger of some sort until they realize otherwise?
Across the inn, Sildar casts a confused look at Serak.
"My boy, I know nothing of these Redbrands. I know this town had problems with its lack of governing body but redbrands? You'll have to fill me in. I'll be setting up my own investigation early tomorrow, maybe we should compare notes then?"
"In regards to my hotel bill, you have my sincere thanks but honestly I am quite alright. Membership of the Lords Alliance comes with a great many benefits. Lines of credit being one such perk. I will survive here quite comfortably once the stores open again in the morn."
Falk stumbles into the table. "Serak! Are you coming to play with us again tonight? I'm afraid I haven't won enough of your money to let you sit here all night drinking it away!"
Sildar calls Toblen over, leans over and quietly whispers something into the barkeeps ear. Toblen says nothing, just nods at the warrior, taps his nose and steps away. A moment later he returns with a room key and slides it across the bar to Sildar. "Thankyou Sir, I will ensure the bookeepers in Neverwinter send you what you are owed in due course"
Beetle finally makes his way to the inn and greets his companions, "I informed Linene about her shipments in the caves she was thrilled to find they are ok and she can get them back. She thanked us with this..." Beetle clanks down a bad in front of Syna. "When everyone is here we can split it up." Beetle looks at Syna's table company..."You have made some new friends Syna?"