"Well then, I will have to make the most of the time we have. And I hope that your people win the war. I know how hard that losing a home can be." 

Jill goes over to collect Amelia and Corrin, who are still training when she gets back. "You finished up pretty quick. There were still some things that I wanted to work on." "I'm sorry madame. You can train with me later if you like." "Wow, Jill's really good mom, she might beat you!" "Hey!" Amelia shouts out, blushing slightly. "I might just take you up on that Sparky, just to show this one that I can still kick some butt." 

Let's go southeast.

Nock Nock shrugs at the backpack question. “It’s got me stuff. I need me stuff,” he gives them all a suspicious look. “Keep yer hands off me stuff.” He adjusts his pack and grumbles. “Alls the right, let’s get on with it.”

Misha smiled and nodded slightly as Jill wished her well and went to get Amelia and Corrin. She lightly snorted to herself, while Jeel's well wishes were kind, and from the heart, Misha couldn't help but think: If you only knew. When Nok Nok spoke, it jarred her away from her thoughts of back home, and she refocused once more.

"Do not worry, leetle man, no one weel touch your sack of theengs, ees a magneefeecent collection, I am sure, ya?" Misha chuckled to Nok.

To the southeast are the open fields surrounding Dragonspear, a grim wasteland littered with the ancient remains of long-dead warriors, and populated by monstrous scavengers.

It was going to take us three days from Dragonspear to reach the Boareskyr Bridge, our destination, and where civilization would pick up again. We spent our time sneaking quietly through the day, and resting quietly at night.

Each of you please make DC15 stealth checks, one for each day, for a total of three. If we can get a total of 5 successes total out of all of those rolls, we make it to the bridge. If you wish to pair up and help each other, that's cool, too.

Nok being a stealthy gobbo: 24, 23, 25

Clank, clank, clank. Misha, jesus, could you make any more noise? 16, 19, 12

Two successes so far! Three left!

Corrin: 19, 25, 8

Amelia: 22, 22, 17

Two more! Total of four! One more!

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EPISODE SIX - A BREAK AT BOARESKRY BRIDGE

We managed to slink quietly through the wilderness towards Boareskry Bridge without incident - as we approached, it peeked over the horizon. The first thing we saw were the two statues that stood at either end of the bridge—two god-like warriors staring each other down, prepared to kill. In the shadow of these warriors was a sea of tents, forming a rainbow of beige and brown canvas. Scattered among the temporary tents were a handful of sturdy stone or wood buildings. Judging by the pungent scent of horses, manure, and campfire smoke, this settlement had existed for some time. A wooden sign labeled “Northbridge Village” had been staked into the ground at the edge of the settlement. Yet, no such village existed on your map. Nevertheless, you knew that the Trade Way picks up again a short way south of Boareskyr Bridge, and this ramshackle village looked like a place where we could rest and resupply before the next leg of our journey.

There were about three things we could do here:

Rest. One of the sturdy wooden buildings has a sign labeled “The Sawhorse Inn.” 
Conversation and Rumors. The vaguely defined streets of this village are buzzing with merchants and mercenaries. 
Supplies. Several tents have rugs spread out in front of them, and merchants have large piles of merchandise transported from cities like Elturel and Baldur’s Gate arrayed in front of them. 

Never one to turn down a good meal and a warm bed, Jill suggests going to The Sawhorse Inn. "We could do for a nice day at the inn after all of the troubles we've gone through on the road, no? And besides, we have a good deal of money from that other town we were in."

Nok Nok looks hesitantly at the village and cringes at the talk of the inn. Unshouldering his pack, which creates a cloud of dust and barrage of clinks and clanks as it thuds to the ground, the goblin practically disappears into the sack as he rummages through it. He resurfaces a few moments later with a hooded cloak and oversized boots, which he dons. “Ok. Nok Nok ready now. Sleep in stinky hooman village.”

"Mrs. Amelia I've noticed that when we're in fights, you tend to strike out at enemies after they take a swing at me. I hope that my questioning does not offend you, but why? You have a daughter that you are responsible for and you've only known me for a few days. I can defend myself, but your daughter needs you more than I do. Again, I mean no offense by this inquiry."

Prologue:

 Meep notices the cart in the distance, and with a slight look of disdain, moves to leap and bound her way towards it, following after it until is stops at a small town. "Dirty. This is so degrading..." As she approaches the cart, she pops her head up over the edge as sneakily as possible to study those in the cart. 

Stealth: 14

Despite wanting to converse with the other mercenaries about this area, Amelia ultimately decided to stay with the group, having taken the time to properly  introduced herself and her daughter to the new addition of their team. When Jill makes the inquiry, the older woman raises an eyebrow and shifts her weight on her other leg, placing a hand at her hip. "No offense taken, but trust me when I say that any enemy that tries striking at my daughter will face my wrath, but I have yet to have seen that happen, so... You and Misha take priority next." She glances over to the goblin. "And him too, I suppose. We may not be best buddies but that doesn't mean I'm not gonna protect you, plus you're, what, sixteen? You're practically a kid yourself."  She shakes her head. "Ain't no way in the Nine Hells am I gonna see a kid fall right before me, my child or not."

“Sixteen?,” Nok Nok giggles, “Practically an old maid. Nock Nock is 8. Grown up. Good to go.”

Jill makes a small smile at Amelia's words before responding. "Thank you. I see that Corrin was telling the truth when she said that you have a big heart. But in truth, I have not been a kid since my parents died a few years ago." And then she responds to Nok Nok. "That is the first time I have ever been called old. In human years, I am not a full woman yet."  

When Nok Nok makes his comment, Amelia looks down at him, a little dumbfounded. "Eight? Ah fiddlesticks, I'm gonna have to up you on the priority list, aren't I?"

Corrin had been preoccupied looking out the window of the inn, keeping eyes on the cart until... "Mama!" Corrin calls out. "There's a frog on the cart!" (Passive perception 15)

Amelia was just about to reply back to Jill until her daughter piped up. She raises an eyebrow again, turning to look where Corrin had proclaimed this frog was. The fighter is taken aback by its size, never really having seen a creature like it before and rushes out to see what it wanted with their belongings. "Uh... Hello? Can we help you?"

Meep yelps in surprise and scampers backwards. "Ah! Oh hello. I am... Meep." The small red frog measures to barely two feet, her hands and feet covered by black gloves and a weird looking cloak drapes her shoulders. She moves to regally extend her hand for a moment before frowning and retracting her hand quickly, instead offering a slight curtsey.  "I couldn't help but notice your cart and group as you passed by. May I ask where you are going?"

"We are going to Baldur's Gate on a mission. May I ask where you are going?" 

Meep rubs the back of her neck and tilts her head. "Uh... I'm not entirely sure. I'm... Looking for someone... Someobe powerful to help me... But until I find them... Could I... Tag along with you?"