Dustfinger speaks a word of power, raising his hand and gesturing it towards the hobgoblins. Three ravens materialize out of the air, in flight and now en route to the hobs with a mission to spread out and observe unobtrusively. Dusty's eyes go white as his senses are carried with the birds.
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Fjolnir stands up, chewing dragon jerky, craning his neck to see, from the edge of the cart where he had dozed off, pinched in the corner along a heap of dragon carcass and supplies. "...th... the hell?" He squints and shades his eyes to try to discern how many there are and how armed they are. Perception: 17
Az ponders their intent outloud while Dirk dives behind the cart.
Fjolnir:
Looks like standard hobgoblin armament, swords, shields and bows.
Dustfinger sends out three ravens for recon:
When your ravens get close enough to hear, the hobgoblins are mumbling in goblin things like: "An omen?" "No, they're just birds." "That doesn't look like a normal caravan." "What is on their cart?" "Let's get closer, they already see us."
There are 10 in total, 1 more decorated than the others. He is not the one that helped kill Venomfang the first time.
Absinthe stands behind his warhorse, making sure to line up his legs. He's taller than the warhorse, however, and his head protrudes up from the horse's backside.
The squad of hobgoblins continues to advance at a walking pace towards a place on the road that would cut you off if you were to proceed.
Dustfingers eyes snap back to local awareness. "They aren't Cragmaw. They are curious about what we're carrying, so their intentions are pretty obvious, but they aren't immediately violent. Count ten, and they've got a leader."
Dustfinger calls one bird back to his outstretched arm and commands the other two to caw noisily while circling above the hobgoblin band.
"Do we see if they're friendly with Cragmaw?" Fjolnir mused out-loud. "If we engage them, we may want to try to get the drop on them- It IS a full squad."
"that ungrateful human mother ****er. calling him a dog would be a compliment that bipedal ****."
"other spider make a single web multiple strands that connects all the entrances and exits to this forge, then use you spider sense to keep the comings and goings updated. Also ready an action for Az Emberi if he comes in jump on his face (ready the help action to distract Az for advantage on attacks) I need time to prepare and i can't be disturbed by anyone."
"Spider you go and shake your legs"... stares at mechanical spider to see if it moves on his command but waits like a full 45min way longer than he should... "damn it" grabs a side notebook and murmurs while writing "doesn't respond to passionate commands or sustained awkward silences."
"Other Hymir i need you to figure out some defenses and perhaps some surveillance i need to know if Az is spying on me with animals".
i continue working on the forge but don't write down or show any absolute breakthroughs or secrets just working hard on information gathering.
I call over a critter. "Let them approach us." I ritual cast animal messenger.
"Hello fellow travelers. We're friends to Zhermong, hobgoblin king of the Cragmaw. We're traveling through to Neverwinter and your intercept course has us concerned that you don't know who we are. We don't have much other than half the butchered corpse of a dragon we brutally killed yesterday. But we'll happily share it with you in the interest of all parties safely passing through. I don't really feel like digging ten graves today."
The hobgoblins continue their advance until Az calls out to them. They stop to listen, and when he's done they look at the dragon hide on the cart, salute, turn around and head back toward the Neverwinter Wood.
The quest for the Cartophile could continue. (yaaay.)
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"As my youth coach always said during my young years with the Neverwinter Urban Achievers, 'How do you find a hobgoblin in the Spine? Tell him you've already found another hobgoblin in the Spine, and he'll do it for ya.'" Dustfinger observes.
You keep well-fed with dragon meat for the rest of your journey to Neverwinter. Nothing else crosses your path on the second night or the third day. You arrive in Neverwinter late afternoon on your third day of travel. What are your plans for the evening?
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I want to purchase a warhorse, necessary equipment and maybe a pack for additional, personal storage. Stable it for the night. I want hit as many bars as I can for drunken debauchery and performance for cash starting at the most upscale. I'll throw out rolls, take em in sequence as many as I can accomplish depending on how many locations I can hit. The first one gets enthralling performance with.... TIDES OF CHAOS advantage. 18 performance 24 wild . Target the seemingly wealthiest in the room. Assuming that doesn't cause... problems I go to other bars and continue to perform until either I run out of places to perform at or the night gets too late. Find someone else's bed to share if possible. 13121319
Absinthe, having already purchased a Warhorse and supplies in the past, accompanies Dirk to ensure he gets everything he needs at a fair price, then continues to follow suit at the bars, acting as a plant to heighten the crowds excitement or act as a bodyguard if necessary, also to get Crunk.
Fjolnir decides to wander a bit from the docks and to market rows- trying to find someone that works with parts of a dragon, and who might be willing to take material and coin on exchange for any stocks of current weapons or goods for the party- maybe find out where the cartographers' offices are and report them to the rest of the party to visit in the morning.
Az yells to Dirk and Absinth. "Don't forget to ask about the cartographer on your bar crawl. Meet here midday tomorrow." Then I ask the nearest person where the cheapest quietest tavern/inn is and tell Fjolnir to meet him there later and he'll buy the first round.
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Dustfinger speaks a word of power, raising his hand and gesturing it towards the hobgoblins. Three ravens materialize out of the air, in flight and now en route to the hobs with a mission to spread out and observe unobtrusively. Dusty's eyes go white as his senses are carried with the birds.
"Let's see if they spill the beans."
(Dustfinger speaks common, elvish, and goblin)
I hide in, on or around something that would obscure my presence for the duration if they passed by. 21
Rainbow....... Mooo....
Fjolnir stands up, chewing dragon jerky, craning his neck to see, from the edge of the cart where he had dozed off, pinched in the corner along a heap of dragon carcass and supplies. "...th... the hell?" He squints and shades his eyes to try to discern how many there are and how armed they are. Perception: 17
Az ponders their intent outloud while Dirk dives behind the cart.
Fjolnir:
Looks like standard hobgoblin armament, swords, shields and bows.
Dustfinger sends out three ravens for recon:
When your ravens get close enough to hear, the hobgoblins are mumbling in goblin things like: "An omen?" "No, they're just birds." "That doesn't look like a normal caravan." "What is on their cart?" "Let's get closer, they already see us."
There are 10 in total, 1 more decorated than the others. He is not the one that helped kill Venomfang the first time.
-We are all just one failed saving throw away from someone else's fantasy...
Absinthe let's out a long high pitched fart as if someone was slowly letting the air out of a balloon.
"Sorry, I couldn't hold it anymore." Then looks for something to tuck behind.
Stealth: 15
Absinthe stands behind his warhorse, making sure to line up his legs. He's taller than the warhorse, however, and his head protrudes up from the horse's backside.
The squad of hobgoblins continues to advance at a walking pace towards a place on the road that would cut you off if you were to proceed.
-We are all just one failed saving throw away from someone else's fantasy...
Dustfingers eyes snap back to local awareness. "They aren't Cragmaw. They are curious about what we're carrying, so their intentions are pretty obvious, but they aren't immediately violent. Count ten, and they've got a leader."
Dustfinger calls one bird back to his outstretched arm and commands the other two to caw noisily while circling above the hobgoblin band.
"Do we see if they're friendly with Cragmaw?" Fjolnir mused out-loud. "If we engage them, we may want to try to get the drop on them- It IS a full squad."
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in response after the mental convo with Az.
"that ungrateful human mother ****er. calling him a dog would be a compliment that bipedal ****."
"other spider make a single web multiple strands that connects all the entrances and exits to this forge, then use you spider sense to keep the comings and goings updated. Also ready an action for Az Emberi if he comes in jump on his face (ready the help action to distract Az for advantage on attacks) I need time to prepare and i can't be disturbed by anyone."
"Spider you go and shake your legs"... stares at mechanical spider to see if it moves on his command but waits like a full 45min way longer than he should... "damn it" grabs a side notebook and murmurs while writing "doesn't respond to passionate commands or sustained awkward silences."
"Other Hymir i need you to figure out some defenses and perhaps some surveillance i need to know if Az is spying on me with animals".
i continue working on the forge but don't write down or show any absolute breakthroughs or secrets just working hard on information gathering.
Chronomancy!!!
I call over a critter. "Let them approach us." I ritual cast animal messenger.
"Hello fellow travelers. We're friends to Zhermong, hobgoblin king of the Cragmaw. We're traveling through to Neverwinter and your intercept course has us concerned that you don't know who we are. We don't have much other than half the butchered corpse of a dragon we brutally killed yesterday. But we'll happily share it with you in the interest of all parties safely passing through. I don't really feel like digging ten graves today."
The hobgoblins continue their advance until Az calls out to them. They stop to listen, and when he's done they look at the dragon hide on the cart, salute, turn around and head back toward the Neverwinter Wood.
The quest for the Cartophile could continue. (yaaay.)
-We are all just one failed saving throw away from someone else's fantasy...
"As my youth coach always said during my young years with the Neverwinter Urban Achievers, 'How do you find a hobgoblin in the Spine? Tell him you've already found another hobgoblin in the Spine, and he'll do it for ya.'" Dustfinger observes.
Fjolnir stares at Dustfinger trying to make sense of his anecdote, blankly. He grabs another strip of dragon jerky and chews it.
Absinthe comes out from behind the horse and continues to get the cart moving again.
Dirk has a thousand mile stare, with a vacant expression takes his normal place in formation for travel.
Rainbow....... Mooo....
You keep well-fed with dragon meat for the rest of your journey to Neverwinter. Nothing else crosses your path on the second night or the third day. You arrive in Neverwinter late afternoon on your third day of travel. What are your plans for the evening?
-We are all just one failed saving throw away from someone else's fantasy...
I want to purchase a warhorse, necessary equipment and maybe a pack for additional, personal storage. Stable it for the night. I want hit as many bars as I can for drunken debauchery and performance for cash starting at the most upscale. I'll throw out rolls, take em in sequence as many as I can accomplish depending on how many locations I can hit. The first one gets enthralling performance with.... TIDES OF CHAOS advantage. 18 performance 24 wild . Target the seemingly wealthiest in the room. Assuming that doesn't cause... problems I go to other bars and continue to perform until either I run out of places to perform at or the night gets too late. Find someone else's bed to share if possible. 13 12 13 19
Rainbow....... Mooo....
Absinthe, having already purchased a Warhorse and supplies in the past, accompanies Dirk to ensure he gets everything he needs at a fair price, then continues to follow suit at the bars, acting as a plant to heighten the crowds excitement or act as a bodyguard if necessary, also to get Crunk.
Fjolnir decides to wander a bit from the docks and to market rows- trying to find someone that works with parts of a dragon, and who might be willing to take material and coin on exchange for any stocks of current weapons or goods for the party- maybe find out where the cartographers' offices are and report them to the rest of the party to visit in the morning.
Az yells to Dirk and Absinth. "Don't forget to ask about the cartographer on your bar crawl. Meet here midday tomorrow." Then I ask the nearest person where the cheapest quietest tavern/inn is and tell Fjolnir to meet him there later and he'll buy the first round.