Grimbeard follows the approaching group. Walking behind the great beast, a disgruntled look of battle weary and loss can be seen on his old dwarven face. The orange of his beard can barley be seen past the dust and dirt it has collected. He pays little mind to the attention that Indlovu is receiving. Rest and provisions are on his mind. "I take it we have made it to Phandalin."
Farkur laughs at Indlovu's greeting. The gnome lopes back to the others, his face aglow. "Did you hear that?" he asks unnecessarily, as the others are still looking quite surprised.
"A drink is just what I need after this trip. Longest 2 day walk of my life."
Alberich has his black hair pulled back. His head is shaved on the sides and tattooed with intricate dwarven knotwork forming a the symbols of Heala Brightaxe and Mordhammer Duin. He is wearing chainmail armor that comes down almost to his knees. On his hips are buckled his warhammer and helmet, a backpack and his shield slung over his shoulders.
Ivolyn sees others in her party approach the troupe with ease and after a moment her inexperienced hackles lower and she attempts a smile, relieved to see some friendly folk.
"Hello,"she calls moving behind Sildar. "I'm Ivolyn. Can you tell us anything about Phandalin? Specifically, who is in charge of public safety?" the young woman glances to the two bound and gagged prisoners behind the elephant. "They stole our elephant and beheaded our friend," she states bluntly.
Farkur unashamedly gasps in response to Ivolyn's story. The gnome's eyes arch in sadness. "Why would they steal your elephant? How horrible! Poor Indlovu."
She looks askance at the gnome, curious that the elephant's capture garnered more attention than the beheading of their friend. The elephant was an unusual sight, and maybe Ivolyn was being overly sensitive. She sighed, the action seeming to further deflate her wary figure. "I don't know..I just know they killed our friend and I want them out of my sight as soon as possible," Ivolyn says. "Do you know anything about the authorities? Who should we seek out in town?"
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Alberich looks around the town trying to get a feel for the place. Are things easy going and friendly or are people hurrying along heads down avoiding eye contact with others. Looking for anyone standing around with some authority. He is also looking for a temple or shrine to any god in particular, maybe he can get some news or help from another clergy member. "Frontier town like this, closest authority is probably a strong arm or quick spell. I don't think the Lords' Alliance has a handy welcome center around. I think it's best to find a bed and some news."
Rawley decides to speap up as he removes a strip of red cloth from around his upper arm. He says, "People who wear this kind of red cloth - stay away from them the best you can."
Ivolyn turns to regard Rawley. "Why is it that we should avoid them?" she asks. "Are they dangerous or...,"she trails off, prompting Rawley to fill in the gap.
"A nice lady runs the Sleeping Giant," Farkur offers. "And ... Barthen's has some nice stuff to buy. Tinkling bells. Clean magnifying glasses." He reaches into his tunic and pulls out a whistle. "I got this nice whistle." Then, seeming to catch himself, the gnome's eyes cut to Rawley, and he quickly attempts to put the whistle back in his pocket. Unfortunately, his aim is off, and the whistle drops to the street. The gnome quickly bends over to palm the tiny instrument, and a length of chain snakes its way out of a different pocket, clinking as it appears. He picks up the whistle and the length of chain and spends some seconds trying to hide them both in his tunic while making small frustrated and slightly nervous sounds. Finally, looking a little sheepish, Farkur straightens up and continues as if trying to change the subject, "I came in from the east. From the mountains. I didn't see any law men. Just regular folks." A hand tucks each of the long curtains of his black hair behind his big ears, then he crosses his arms awkwardly. His eyes cut once more at Rawley, but for only a heartbeat.
Rawley fills in the gap by walking away, having said enough already. He is having harder and harder time trying to tell himself that he's not confused about how things are.
“Thank you,” Ivolyn nods at the nervous gnome, then sweeps her eyes across the group. “I appreciate both the warning and the recommendations. May your journey be pleasant.”
Ivolyn moves back to her place by the elephant’s head urging him to walk several dozen feet away with some soft murmings. There just before a bend in the road, Ivolyn waits for her group, her head down and full of thoughts.
Grimbeard follows the approaching group. Walking behind the great beast, a disgruntled look of battle weary and loss can be seen on his old dwarven face. The orange of his beard can barley be seen past the dust and dirt it has collected. He pays little mind to the attention that Indlovu is receiving. Rest and provisions are on his mind. "I take it we have made it to Phandalin."
Farkur laughs at Indlovu's greeting. The gnome lopes back to the others, his face aglow. "Did you hear that?" he asks unnecessarily, as the others are still looking quite surprised.
Chazrael chuckles and begins to walk to the farm. "Perhaps we will meet them and buy a drink when we return to town."
I have an intelligence of six, I know what I'm doing.
"A drink is just what I need after this trip. Longest 2 day walk of my life."
Alberich has his black hair pulled back. His head is shaved on the sides and tattooed with intricate dwarven knotwork forming a the symbols of Heala Brightaxe and Mordhammer Duin. He is wearing chainmail armor that comes down almost to his knees. On his hips are buckled his warhammer and helmet, a backpack and his shield slung over his shoulders.
Ivolyn sees others in her party approach the troupe with ease and after a moment her inexperienced hackles lower and she attempts a smile, relieved to see some friendly folk.
"Hello," she calls moving behind Sildar. "I'm Ivolyn. Can you tell us anything about Phandalin? Specifically, who is in charge of public safety?" the young woman glances to the two bound and gagged prisoners behind the elephant. "They stole our elephant and beheaded our friend," she states bluntly.
Ivolyn Brun, human wizard in Lost Mine of Phandelver
Farkur unashamedly gasps in response to Ivolyn's story. The gnome's eyes arch in sadness. "Why would they steal your elephant? How horrible! Poor Indlovu."
She looks askance at the gnome, curious that the elephant's capture garnered more attention than the beheading of their friend. The elephant was an unusual sight, and maybe Ivolyn was being overly sensitive. She sighed, the action seeming to further deflate her wary figure. "I don't know..I just know they killed our friend and I want them out of my sight as soon as possible," Ivolyn says. "Do you know anything about the authorities? Who should we seek out in town?"
Ivolyn Brun, human wizard in Lost Mine of Phandelver
Alberich looks around the town trying to get a feel for the place. Are things easy going and friendly or are people hurrying along heads down avoiding eye contact with others. Looking for anyone standing around with some authority. He is also looking for a temple or shrine to any god in particular, maybe he can get some news or help from another clergy member. "Frontier town like this, closest authority is probably a strong arm or quick spell. I don't think the Lords' Alliance has a handy welcome center around. I think it's best to find a bed and some news."
Insight/Perception roll: 18
Rawley decides to speap up as he removes a strip of red cloth from around his upper arm. He says, "People who wear this kind of red cloth - stay away from them the best you can."
Ivolyn turns to regard Rawley. "Why is it that we should avoid them?" she asks. "Are they dangerous or...," she trails off, prompting Rawley to fill in the gap.
Ivolyn Brun, human wizard in Lost Mine of Phandelver
Ally
Ally sits down on the road and shakes some of the rocks out of her boots. Nothing worse than walking with rocks in one's boots.
"A nice lady runs the Sleeping Giant," Farkur offers. "And ... Barthen's has some nice stuff to buy. Tinkling bells. Clean magnifying glasses." He reaches into his tunic and pulls out a whistle. "I got this nice whistle." Then, seeming to catch himself, the gnome's eyes cut to Rawley, and he quickly attempts to put the whistle back in his pocket. Unfortunately, his aim is off, and the whistle drops to the street. The gnome quickly bends over to palm the tiny instrument, and a length of chain snakes its way out of a different pocket, clinking as it appears. He picks up the whistle and the length of chain and spends some seconds trying to hide them both in his tunic while making small frustrated and slightly nervous sounds. Finally, looking a little sheepish, Farkur straightens up and continues as if trying to change the subject, "I came in from the east. From the mountains. I didn't see any law men. Just regular folks." A hand tucks each of the long curtains of his black hair behind his big ears, then he crosses his arms awkwardly. His eyes cut once more at Rawley, but for only a heartbeat.
Rawley fills in the gap by walking away, having said enough already. He is having harder and harder time trying to tell himself that he's not confused about how things are.
“Thank you,” Ivolyn nods at the nervous gnome, then sweeps her eyes across the group. “I appreciate both the warning and the recommendations. May your journey be pleasant.”
Ivolyn moves back to her place by the elephant’s head urging him to walk several dozen feet away with some soft murmings. There just before a bend in the road, Ivolyn waits for her group, her head down and full of thoughts.
Ivolyn Brun, human wizard in Lost Mine of Phandelver
Ally
Looking around at the impending darkness.
"Does anyone else think we should make camp?"
Sappho nods.
"That sounds like a good idea."