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Roth
The druid strolls between the fallen goblin bodies, seemingly uninterested in the armor or weaponry, until he suddenly grabs one of the bodies and stuffs it in his backpack. He then turns and replies to Reghar.
"Aye, lad, t'is the truth ya speak, let's get these bloody oxen movin'."
Without looking to anyone for approval, he bounds up onto the cart, and snaps the reigns of the beasts attached to it.
With ease Roth you mush the oxen forward having calmed them after a very jolting day and you all continue onward keeping a close eye on the scenery around you till finally just as the sun start to set the rutted track emerges from a wooded hillside, and you catch your first glimpse of Phandalin. The town consists of forty or fifty simple log buildings, some built on old fieldstone foundations. More old ruins — crumbling stone walls covered in ivy and briars — surround the newer houses and shops, showing how this must have been a much larger town in centuries past. Most of the newer buildings are set on the sides of the cart track, which widens into a muddy main street of sorts as it climbs toward a ruined manor house on a hillside at the east side of town.
As you approach, you see children playing on the town green and townsfolk tending to chores or running errands at shops. Many people look up as you approach, but all return to their business as you go by.
(Welcome to Phandalin! what would you like to do?)
As you make your way into the small town you can see that the hustle and bustle of the day has slowed down with the sun slowly setting over the horizon. Most of the people in the street are either children making full use of the last bit of sunlight of the day before dinner and bedtime, the rest are traders both men and women alike all slowly making their way to their homes. (Make a perception Check to find and locate Barthen's Provisions).
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The armor was cumbersome and limited his movement, but at least it got him to their destination. Course, that was always the way it was with the world. You need something then don't have it, and then you have it but don't need it. He would probably sell it along with the other items they had. After all, all they were supposed to do was deliver the cart and they'd be done. Geth wasn't planning on any more near-death adventures like that again.
He began scanning the streets, trying to see if he could spot their first stop.
Geth scanning the street you begin to make your way down the road when a large hand slaps down on your shoulder as Reghar point up to the sign of Barthen's Provisions that you were just about to walk by as Reghar stops you he see that the candle lights of the store are still lit indicating the store has not yet closed for the evening.
"An' then the tavern, b'fore ma tongue dries up tae nothin'!" Roth smacks his lips and makes a dry coughing sound, possibly over-emphasizing the face he hasn't had a drink in a while.
Reghar you hear muffled shifting of feet and a high pitched raspy voice say "Come on in! You made it just in time were closing up soon." You can hear the voice seems strained somehow. When you open the door you walk in and see a middle aged man holding a large crate and shuffling it in to the corner. "Welcome welcome forgive me give me just a second just putting away some hard tack." Struggling with the crate he finally set it down in the corner wiping is sweat drenched brow and turns to you Reghar which you can now see a portly man with red hair, a bushy mustache, and a strong jawline slowly balding on top the bags under his eyes showing the days work coming to a close. Rubbing his hands together as he turns he look at you with a smile and say "Welcome to Barthen's Provisions the one stop shop for your adventuring and dungeon delving supplies, I am Elmar Barthen what can i do for you this late evening."
"Goblins you say wow glad you made it out alive friend unfortunately I only sell adventures supplies if your looking to off load weapons and armor best to head the Lionshield Coster there they buy and sell all manner of armaments but they will probably be closed at this time." "Is there anything else i can assist you with before i close up?"
"Well sending us the right way is already a help. Thanks. But Gunden Rockseeker sent us, we got a wagon outside full of wares. It's why we were on the road to begin with. "
Reghar you see his eyes brighten "Ahh well was not expecting you all till tomorrow you must of been moving pretty quick to make it here but with that grumpy taskmaster Gundren at your backs i'm not surprised where is that old coot bet he felled quite a few of those nasty green buggers!"
Priscilla puts away her short bow and arrow. Sitting in the cart she cleans her nails with her dagger and watches the interaction as she whistles a bit wondering what to do with the coin they will make.
(Ok so if you all would like to continue on to Phandalin i need two perceptions check and an animal handling check for the one driving the cart.)
Perception 21
Perception 9
(I'll stick with the group if they go off into the woods, but advise against it)
Roth
The druid strolls between the fallen goblin bodies, seemingly uninterested in the armor or weaponry, until he suddenly grabs one of the bodies and stuffs it in his backpack. He then turns and replies to Reghar.
"Aye, lad, t'is the truth ya speak, let's get these bloody oxen movin'."
Without looking to anyone for approval, he bounds up onto the cart, and snaps the reigns of the beasts attached to it.
Perception: 8
Animal Handling: 16
"Nice to see you p[uilling your weight with this cart big guy" Priscilla giggles as she sits next to the big guy with her shortbow at the ready.
perception20
perception8
With ease Roth you mush the oxen forward having calmed them after a very jolting day and you all continue onward keeping a close eye on the scenery around you till finally just as the sun start to set the rutted track emerges from a wooded hillside, and you catch your first glimpse of Phandalin. The town consists of forty or fifty simple log buildings, some built on old fieldstone foundations. More old ruins — crumbling stone walls covered in ivy and briars — surround the newer houses and shops, showing how this must have been a much larger town in centuries past. Most of the newer buildings are set on the sides of the cart track, which widens into a muddy main street of sorts as it climbs toward a ruined manor house on a hillside at the east side of town.
As you approach, you see children playing on the town green and townsfolk tending to chores or running errands at shops. Many people look up as you approach, but all return to their business as you go by.
(Welcome to Phandalin! what would you like to do?)
Deliver the shipment, sell goblin gear, go to tavern?
Angelus sticks to the back of the group just following, not really having much of a clue what's going on.
As you make your way into the small town you can see that the hustle and bustle of the day has slowed down with the sun slowly setting over the horizon. Most of the people in the street are either children making full use of the last bit of sunlight of the day before dinner and bedtime, the rest are traders both men and women alike all slowly making their way to their homes. (Make a perception Check to find and locate Barthen's Provisions).
The armor was cumbersome and limited his movement, but at least it got him to their destination. Course, that was always the way it was with the world. You need something then don't have it, and then you have it but don't need it. He would probably sell it along with the other items they had. After all, all they were supposed to do was deliver the cart and they'd be done. Geth wasn't planning on any more near-death adventures like that again.
He began scanning the streets, trying to see if he could spot their first stop.
Perception: 8
Lvl 2 - Dathyra Galanodel - High Elf Cleric of the Life Domain - Platinum Plated Keys
Lvl 5 - Dathyra Galanodel - High Elf Cleric of the Life Domain - Hunted
Lvl 1 - Geth Hornraven - Human Wizard - Lost Mine of Phandelver
DM - Imela: The Adventure Begins
Perception 8
Geth scanning the street you begin to make your way down the road when a large hand slaps down on your shoulder as Reghar point up to the sign of Barthen's Provisions that you were just about to walk by as Reghar stops you he see that the candle lights of the store are still lit indicating the store has not yet closed for the evening.
"In we go"
Roth
"An' then the tavern, b'fore ma tongue dries up tae nothin'!" Roth smacks his lips and makes a dry coughing sound, possibly over-emphasizing the face he hasn't had a drink in a while.
Reghar you hear muffled shifting of feet and a high pitched raspy voice say "Come on in! You made it just in time were closing up soon." You can hear the voice seems strained somehow. When you open the door you walk in and see a middle aged man holding a large crate and shuffling it in to the corner. "Welcome welcome forgive me give me just a second just putting away some hard tack." Struggling with the crate he finally set it down in the corner wiping is sweat drenched brow and turns to you Reghar which you can now see a portly man with red hair, a bushy mustache, and a strong jawline slowly balding on top the bags under his eyes showing the days work coming to a close. Rubbing his hands together as he turns he look at you with a smile and say "Welcome to Barthen's Provisions the one stop shop for your adventuring and dungeon delving supplies, I am Elmar Barthen what can i do for you this late evening."
"Had a rough day. On the road into town we were attacked by goblins" with a heave Reghar will put the unclaimed weapons and armor on the counter.
"We've no need of these, what'll you give for them?"
"Goblins you say wow glad you made it out alive friend unfortunately I only sell adventures supplies if your looking to off load weapons and armor best to head the Lionshield Coster there they buy and sell all manner of armaments but they will probably be closed at this time." "Is there anything else i can assist you with before i close up?"
"Well sending us the right way is already a help. Thanks. But Gunden Rockseeker sent us, we got a wagon outside full of wares. It's why we were on the road to begin with. "
Reghar you see his eyes brighten "Ahh well was not expecting you all till tomorrow you must of been moving pretty quick to make it here but with that grumpy taskmaster Gundren at your backs i'm not surprised where is that old coot bet he felled quite a few of those nasty green buggers!"
Priscilla puts away her short bow and arrow. Sitting in the cart she cleans her nails with her dagger and watches the interaction as she whistles a bit wondering what to do with the coin they will make.
"He isn't here? He left before us on horse he should have easily beaten us here."