Lost Mines, Lost Labs, and Lost Hope (RobJFalcon's Campaign)

Az Emberi: There is no +1 club at the widow's place, or +1 anything for that matter, imbuing things with permanent magic is a lengthy process that can only be done by someone with magical knowledge, which they do not have.

Absinthe: Correct, there are only common items available, nothing of real interest, but you are free to purchase any normal gear from the PHB that has a cost of 50gp or less.

Fjolnir: Same as Absinthe, and make an INT check.

Dirk: You spend an hour trying to figure out command words, somatic moves, anything to recreate what happened before, or something, to no avail. Then, just as you're about to give up, still nothing happens.

Dustfinger:

The map appears to be a hand-drawn sketch from a vantage point somewhere above the location. There's a "K" in the bottom right.

That doesn't look like a place with a decent watering hole.

"Hmmmmm. There might be so e abandoned aged casks." I look over see nothing familiar. "I think our best bet is the Libraries in Neverwinter."

After a day of shopping Absinthe returns to the tavern to rejoin with the group for a drink, he orders 4 pints for himself to start. 

"Have we discovered who I get to punch next and where they are?"

Absinthe continues to pour one pint from the taverns cup into his skull cask and then down his throat. 

I do a bit of shopping myself.  Purchase a barrel for water, buckets to fill it. 20feet of chain because why not.  9 daggers, an extra water skin and this... Check this out guys! a crystal arcane focus I am a great and powerful wizard now!  Pow fireball... I point at Fjolnir's crotch.  ..... I'm starting to think that lady was a lightning induced, fever dream.  .... and a haircut.

After generously waiting for someone to chime in I announce Uh, alright.  Off to Neverwinter.  I prod and rouse the party into action, they seem to be done with whatever business they had.

We make the preparations to leave loading up our cart. We check in with Sidlar at the town hall. See if he or Gundren know about doine gloin. If not we check with gresiele on the way out of town. If she has no answers we hit the trail for Neverwinter.

You look in at the town hall to see Sildar. He's unconscious on the floor with Gundren trying to wake him up. The cell is open and Nezznar is nowhere to be seen.

I shake my head, look around at the party.  Behold!  An entire wasted effort in bringing someone to justice.  Ugh.  22 medical check on Sildar.

Survival check to try and see if I can reasonably track Nezznar. 

26

"I'm going to need another drink for this shit." 

"Son of a *****." Fjolnir sighs and looks around also for any sign of his movement or direction, "Alright big guy- we found who you can punch." he exasperatedly says to Absinthe

Track Humanoids:  20

 Fjolnir is right, Dwayne Golayne can wait.  We have to bring Nessy to justice!  If it takes 10 years, we must track him down and make him face the uh, righteous flame... of justice.  Right?

Gundren pipes up. "He's alright, just unconscious. He'll be fine. Someone busted Nezznar out. I wasn't here, Sildar said he was ok, he must've fell asleep, and was taken by surprise. I don't know who busted him out but it isn't like the whole town didn't know he was here. News travels like wildfire, ya know." Gundren sighs. "As long as he doesn't mess with my family and my mine, I don't care. If he's gone for good let him go. Too much wasted time and effort due to him, I'd rather just put it behind me. Do what ya will, lads, but I'm out of it. I'll be havin' Hymir contact ye with news. I'll stay here with Sildar."

4 Two people's tracks are found outside the building, heading North out of town, for those that rolled tracking.

I for one, would be very disappointed if you guys dragged Nezznar three hours from the cave to bring him to justice just to let him go.  You know, like we could have done back in the cave?

Az Emberi accepts that Nezznar is gine abd gies to Grisele at the shrine to see if she knows about our destination.

Dustfinger's jaw and neck are rigid like stone hearing the news of Nezznar. It's clear he has a migraine. He puts his hood up and focuses on getting to where his patron wants him to be.

The priestess at the luck shrine says "I have never seen nor heard of this place before. What is the name of the dwarf who got into town a few weeks ago, Gundren? Perhaps he knows something."

Fjolnir groans, "Alright, Gundren..."  he looks to Dustfinger... "I got a feeling i'm going to regret not agreeing with you, Dust- I hope i'm wrong, and it wasn't a mistake to let that bastard live..."  and then thinking a moment, turns back to Gundren, asking him, "Ah, tell me, have you ever heard of a place called.." he breaks, scratching his beard "...Daoi... da... doween glowee... do-weeen  glau-in-ay... do... damned elvish..."

"Aye? Elvish indeed. I can't say I've ever heard of a place with a name like that, but I know who would've. Friend o' mine goes by 'The Cartophile'. Collects maps and then explores the lands for accuracy, makes corrections, charts his own, hires people to collect things, one of those 'too rich for his own good' types, but he pays well. He's been almost everywhere, and if he hasn't, he knows about it. Been years since I've seen 'im... but he frequents major cities, maybe try Neverwinter first? It's the closest anyway." Gundren shrugs. "That's all I got."