"I have heard that these monsters usually live alone, but I am not sure. I just wanted to make sure that there isn't another one right behind it." Kazri points to the dead insect monster. "I believe now we may lower our guard." With that, she lets out a sigh, and her medallion stops glowing.
"You are right." She turns to Rekuburk. "We should try to put out a sign, and whoever wants to harvest it, please go ahead. However, we should not take too long, for we still have another 10 miles to Phandalin, according to the caravan master." Kazri turns to Krom. "Mr. Firebeard, are you able to do anything with the carapaces of this thing?"
Later, after a couple of miles from the ambush site. "You all fought bravely against such monster. I am glad that I am in the presence of capable sold... companions." There is the slightest of a smirk from Kazri. Today was a good day. Maybe, just maybe, her prayers might have been answered...
Kazri - Level 10 Human Paladin (Oath of the Ancients) - The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks Droknin Palemane - Level 4 Leonin Barbarian (Path of the Beast) - Where the Cold Winds Blow... A Lost Mines of Phandelver Story Faelan (Cottontail) Whisperwind - Level 3 Ranger (Fey Wanderer) - Zorg's Lost Souls II
"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
Chill moves forward slowly, his crossbow still trained in the beast, until he sees Rhogar start cutting it open.
"What on Toril is that thing? It's the biggest bug I have ever seen!"
He approaches and pulls his bolt out of the carcass. Inspecting it he wipes it off in the grass and then places it back in its case.
When Kazri calls for his help he moves forward next to her.
"No need for the Mr. Kazri. Chill is fine. My people don't use Mr and it sounds sorta weird. "
He inspects the hole the creature came out of.
"Well, there is no way we can fill that hole in, it's long and deep."
He looks around the area to see if he sees any evidence of other breaches in the ground like this one that might indicate other creatures like it might be in the area.
"I know vey well that Dragonborns are indeed powerful, but since you and Rhogar prefer, from what I saw, to fight with arcane powers, it's better if you have a dwarven shield between you and the enemies so that we can be more effective." replies Krom to Chip. "I agree Rekuberk, it's better to not fill that hole."
(OCC @Paladin54, After the long rest I forgot to type that Krom will use again the Blessing of the Forge on his warhammer. Please consider it enchanted until the next long rest)
“Very well... Chill. I did not mean to offend.” She turns to Rekuburk. “Do not worry Mr. Onc, I am sure we will meet plenty of adversaries worthy of your sword.”
Kazri - Level 10 Human Paladin (Oath of the Ancients) - The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks Droknin Palemane - Level 4 Leonin Barbarian (Path of the Beast) - Where the Cold Winds Blow... A Lost Mines of Phandelver Story Faelan (Cottontail) Whisperwind - Level 3 Ranger (Fey Wanderer) - Zorg's Lost Souls II
"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
(@Max: He actually never got off the magic stone spell, since you guys killed it ahead of his turn. So to anyone, his abilities is more divine oriented than arcane because of the guidance spell... But I understand that is arguing semantics, so feel free to ignore this side blurb. :P)
Rhogar is so fixated on the carving once given a chance, all else flies over his head. A tuneless humming blossoms before-long vaguely reminiscent of a sailor chantey. Although his intent is only to secure some mandibles, the words "carapace" bleeds into mind. So, short of the work being guaranteed to take longer than an hour at most, the dragonborn sets to work. Whether he retrieves only his prize or a bit of meat and carapace as well, Rhogar lets out a satisfied sigh at the end.
"You westerners have the strangest wildlife! I would question how you softskins manage to contend with such critters, but-..."He glances over to Khazri and Krom. "I can see why as clear as day! This trip is starting to turn out FAR more a learning experience than I thought possible being so close to the coast." With a final chuckle, Rhogar binds up and packs away the harvest to deal with later. As everyone made ready to move on to the next thing, be it making signs or continuing down the road, he asks again in a serious tone, "But seriously, who is Caster? I would really like to know, as I have made one... Error, and would like to AVOID that in the future, thank you very much."
The half orc simply nods and makes his way back onto the road, firmly believing that the monster was to weak to even waste his time with. "I sure that I will. As I said it would been an insult to my blade even sully it against such a frail creature. At best it may have been worthy of the knife I carry in my pack for dining. Now let us away as I know we all wish to reach Phandalin before nightfall."
Kazri walks up to Rhogar. “I would like to apologize myself Mr. Nimbatuul. I get carried away in the heat of battle sometimes. When I say 'casters' I mean folks that wield the arcane or the divine for a living. You function better when there isn’t a bandit with a sword trying to cut your head off, of a giant insect that can easily split you in half with its mandible right in front of you. As I stated when we met, it is my job to keep this group safe. So I present myself as a target for whatever threat we are facing so that you can do your job properly. My request was to keep your distance, so I don’t have to worry about you guys getting hurt. Does that explains the 'caster' term Mr. Nimbatuul? That also applies to you Mr. Tune-Tail. I would like to suggest that you hang back and not get yourself in harm's way.”
Kazri thinks for a moment. “I also would like to apologize to everyone for barking order back there.” She turns to Krom. “I thank you Mr. Firebeard, I mean Krom, for watching over the 'casters' while we went to investigate the monster’s exit location. I may request again that you do so in the future. I believe that you are more than capable of taking care of yourself if needed be.”
Kazri - Level 10 Human Paladin (Oath of the Ancients) - The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks Droknin Palemane - Level 4 Leonin Barbarian (Path of the Beast) - Where the Cold Winds Blow... A Lost Mines of Phandelver Story Faelan (Cottontail) Whisperwind - Level 3 Ranger (Fey Wanderer) - Zorg's Lost Souls II
"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
Chip would shrug. "I am not going to complain if you all choose to stand between me and those that would do me harm" The brass dragonborn would say with a toothy smile. "While I often choose a sharp tongue over a sharp blade.. you will see as we journey together that both are much sharper than my mind..." Chip would say with a smile as his eyes look upward and his brow furrows a bit.. trying to decide if that came out right before shrugging. "Alright, Let's get to town before anymore of those things show up..." He would say as he continues to think about his choice of words, scratching his chin..
Krom smiles at Kazri "No apologies needed lass, it's clear that you are used to battle and giving orders. Battles usually tend to end better if someone is giving the right orders."
"I mainly work with metals, but I may be able to use some of the carapace for reinforce some armor." Krom replies to Kazri and then proceed to take some pieces of carapaces for future use.
Rhogar at least seems to mull over Kazri's words given all his chin rubbing after the fact. But when it finally came to moving out, he lets out a barking laughter the dragonborn holding his middle before long. It takes nearly a full minute, but the former fisherman eventually enough that only the sporadic chuckle may interrupts his words. "So in other words, you underESTIMATE the constitution of a dragonborn. That one aside--"He points a thumb off to the side at Chip. "Anyone brave enough to stand before a Nimbatuul in a right and proper fight won't be standing for long. That, I assure you."And as he said that, the faint smell of ozone began wafting from him with every breathe.
He then smiles and adds, "But if its /your/ prerogative to have the MEAT of the action, I won't go out of my way to stand in yours or any other *snorts* softer folk's way. Though in the interest of fair warning, don't expect me to go running off just to save or protect my own scales. We Nimbatuul look out for our allies, consequences be damned."With a final adjustment of his belt and a toothy smile to the others, the Dragonborn makes to follow after the others.
"Oh, I'm not offended in any way, I just don't feel Mr applies to me, though I understand how you humans use it. It is just unnecessary when calling me by name. As for fighting, I will not lie, I do not wish to be toe-to-toe like you others. I prefer some space to move, I'm best when that way. I am capable if needed in a close fight, but it is not where where my strengths lie."
As you walk along the trail Chill stops and stoops and picks up a flat smooth stone and begins to absently play with it in his hand as you walk along.
Rhogar is able to remove the mandibles from the dead Anhkeg and finds them to be in good shape. But once he gets into the work he realizes it would take far too much time to get the carapace also. Krom finds the same. It would take over an hour to remove portions of the carapace that would be serviceable for future uses.
Chill looks around but he sees no evidence that other creatures like this one, or even this one, have made breaches similar to this. Kazri is likely right and this was a lone creature.
As you make your way along the trail again it isn't too long before you find the road that runs south to Phandalin. This road is in even rougher shape than the Triboar Trail. As you make your way south you pass no other traffic going the other way. While Phandalin is rebuilding, merchant traffic isn't very heavy.
The road moves upward as you enter low hills and then foothills that grow bigger as you continue. The sun above moves behind clouds and the air gets cooler. Ahead the rocky heights of the Sword Mountains grow as you move closer to them.
Eventually, sometime late in the afternoon you crest a hill and you come into the village.
Nestled in the rocky foothills of the snow-capped Sword Mountains is the mining town of Phandalin, which consists of forty or fifty simple log buildings. Crumbling stone ruins surround the newer houses and shops, showing how this must have been a much larger town in centuries past.
Phandalin’s residents are quiet, hard-working folk who came from distant cities to eke out a life amid the harsh wilderness. They are farmers, stonecutters, blacksmiths, traders, prospectors, and children. The town has no walls and no garrison, but most of the adults keep weapons within easy reach in case the need for arms should arise.
Visitors are welcome here, particularly if they have coin to spend or news to share. The Stonehill Inn at the center of town offers modest lodging and meals. A couple of doors down from the inn, posted outside the townmaster’s hall, is a job board for adventurers.
Rekuberk will go the job bored to see just what the town has to offer work wise. While is ultimate goal is to find and slay the dragon it can't hurt to get some notice by helping out in the small town. Besides every adventurer bad to start somewhere.
The townmaster’s hall has sturdy stone walls, a pitched wooden roof, and a bell tower at the back. The job board next to the front door features a sparse number of notices, all written in Common and in the same hand.
Rekuburk examines the job board and sees three postings.
Chill accompanies Rekuburk to the job board. The rock from earlier in the day is still in his hands and he continues to play with it.
"Hmm, gnomes and magical things, that looks mighty interesting to me. Little magical things are always very interesting. Do we let this townmaster know we plan to do the quests ahead of time or just do them and then see him for payment I wonder?"
“Well” Kazri responds to Chill. “I would like to have a talk with this Townmaster. I would like to know more of this dragon from the person.” She heads to the townmaster’s Hall.
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Kazri - Level 10 Human Paladin (Oath of the Ancients) - The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks Droknin Palemane - Level 4 Leonin Barbarian (Path of the Beast) - Where the Cold Winds Blow... A Lost Mines of Phandelver Story Faelan (Cottontail) Whisperwind - Level 3 Ranger (Fey Wanderer) - Zorg's Lost Souls II
"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
"I am not sure but I feel that warning the dwarves and or convincing this cleric woman to return to town would be the easier jobs. I am not sure how well we could convince the gnomes to give us any magic without us having to complete more work in exchange." Rekuberk says as he scratched his chin thoughtfully.
Rhogar follows Rekuburk's lead after finally pulling away from the sights: mundane though they may be. "Well, don't know what a dwarf is. But if they are close to the danger as they are, they probably know of it already! This Harbin Wester is so silly." He hmms in thought. "I must confess my friends that I am rather torn between these dwarves and..." Rhogar then glances solemnly to another line. "-the acolyte. I know nothing of Chauntae, but if those dwarf-folk can handle themselves, I say we see to her first. By the nine, she is probably not even that far."
On that note Rhogar looks around for a moment, and in finding an Inn, he immediately marches over and inside, hoping to ask around for a map of the area, and of the acolyte's location.
"I have heard that these monsters usually live alone, but I am not sure. I just wanted to make sure that there isn't another one right behind it." Kazri points to the dead insect monster. "I believe now we may lower our guard." With that, she lets out a sigh, and her medallion stops glowing.
"You are right." She turns to Rekuburk. "We should try to put out a sign, and whoever wants to harvest it, please go ahead. However, we should not take too long, for we still have another 10 miles to Phandalin, according to the caravan master." Kazri turns to Krom. "Mr. Firebeard, are you able to do anything with the carapaces of this thing?"
Later, after a couple of miles from the ambush site. "You all fought bravely against such monster. I am glad that I am in the presence of capable sold... companions." There is the slightest of a smirk from Kazri. Today was a good day. Maybe, just maybe, her prayers might have been answered...
Kazri - Level 10 Human Paladin (Oath of the Ancients) - The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks
Droknin Palemane - Level 4 Leonin Barbarian (Path of the Beast) - Where the Cold Winds Blow... A Lost Mines of Phandelver Story
Faelan (Cottontail) Whisperwind - Level 3 Ranger (Fey Wanderer) - Zorg's Lost Souls II
"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
Chill moves forward slowly, his crossbow still trained in the beast, until he sees Rhogar start cutting it open.
"What on Toril is that thing? It's the biggest bug I have ever seen!"
He approaches and pulls his bolt out of the carcass. Inspecting it he wipes it off in the grass and then places it back in its case.
When Kazri calls for his help he moves forward next to her.
"No need for the Mr. Kazri. Chill is fine. My people don't use Mr and it sounds sorta weird. "
He inspects the hole the creature came out of.
"Well, there is no way we can fill that hole in, it's long and deep."
He looks around the area to see if he sees any evidence of other breaches in the ground like this one that might indicate other creatures like it might be in the area.
Perception 12
"I know vey well that Dragonborns are indeed powerful, but since you and Rhogar prefer, from what I saw, to fight with arcane powers, it's better if you have a dwarven shield between you and the enemies so that we can be more effective." replies Krom to Chip. "I agree Rekuberk, it's better to not fill that hole."
(OCC @Paladin54, After the long rest I forgot to type that Krom will use again the Blessing of the Forge on his warhammer. Please consider it enchanted until the next long rest)
“Very well... Chill. I did not mean to offend.” She turns to Rekuburk. “Do not worry Mr. Onc, I am sure we will meet plenty of adversaries worthy of your sword.”
Kazri - Level 10 Human Paladin (Oath of the Ancients) - The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks
Droknin Palemane - Level 4 Leonin Barbarian (Path of the Beast) - Where the Cold Winds Blow... A Lost Mines of Phandelver Story
Faelan (Cottontail) Whisperwind - Level 3 Ranger (Fey Wanderer) - Zorg's Lost Souls II
"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
"Lass, please just call me Krom too, I prefer to get called by my name." "Do not be impatient Rekuburk, we will be very busy soon, I think."
(@Max: He actually never got off the magic stone spell, since you guys killed it ahead of his turn. So to anyone, his abilities is more divine oriented than arcane because of the guidance spell... But I understand that is arguing semantics, so feel free to ignore this side blurb. :P)
Rhogar is so fixated on the carving once given a chance, all else flies over his head. A tuneless humming blossoms before-long vaguely reminiscent of a sailor chantey. Although his intent is only to secure some mandibles, the words "carapace" bleeds into mind. So, short of the work being guaranteed to take longer than an hour at most, the dragonborn sets to work. Whether he retrieves only his prize or a bit of meat and carapace as well, Rhogar lets out a satisfied sigh at the end.
"You westerners have the strangest wildlife! I would question how you softskins manage to contend with such critters, but-..." He glances over to Khazri and Krom. "I can see why as clear as day! This trip is starting to turn out FAR more a learning experience than I thought possible being so close to the coast." With a final chuckle, Rhogar binds up and packs away the harvest to deal with later. As everyone made ready to move on to the next thing, be it making signs or continuing down the road, he asks again in a serious tone, "But seriously, who is Caster? I would really like to know, as I have made one... Error, and would like to AVOID that in the future, thank you very much."
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
The half orc simply nods and makes his way back onto the road, firmly believing that the monster was to weak to even waste his time with. "I sure that I will. As I said it would been an insult to my blade even sully it against such a frail creature. At best it may have been worthy of the knife I carry in my pack for dining. Now let us away as I know we all wish to reach Phandalin before nightfall."
Kazri walks up to Rhogar. “I would like to apologize myself Mr. Nimbatuul. I get carried away in the heat of battle sometimes. When I say 'casters' I mean folks that wield the arcane or the divine for a living. You function better when there isn’t a bandit with a sword trying to cut your head off, of a giant insect that can easily split you in half with its mandible right in front of you. As I stated when we met, it is my job to keep this group safe. So I present myself as a target for whatever threat we are facing so that you can do your job properly. My request was to keep your distance, so I don’t have to worry about you guys getting hurt. Does that explains the 'caster' term Mr. Nimbatuul? That also applies to you Mr. Tune-Tail. I would like to suggest that you hang back and not get yourself in harm's way.”
Kazri thinks for a moment. “I also would like to apologize to everyone for barking order back there.” She turns to Krom. “I thank you Mr. Firebeard, I mean Krom, for watching over the 'casters' while we went to investigate the monster’s exit location. I may request again that you do so in the future. I believe that you are more than capable of taking care of yourself if needed be.”
Kazri - Level 10 Human Paladin (Oath of the Ancients) - The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks
Droknin Palemane - Level 4 Leonin Barbarian (Path of the Beast) - Where the Cold Winds Blow... A Lost Mines of Phandelver Story
Faelan (Cottontail) Whisperwind - Level 3 Ranger (Fey Wanderer) - Zorg's Lost Souls II
"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
Chip would shrug. "I am not going to complain if you all choose to stand between me and those that would do me harm" The brass dragonborn would say with a toothy smile. "While I often choose a sharp tongue over a sharp blade.. you will see as we journey together that both are much sharper than my mind..." Chip would say with a smile as his eyes look upward and his brow furrows a bit.. trying to decide if that came out right before shrugging. "Alright, Let's get to town before anymore of those things show up..." He would say as he continues to think about his choice of words, scratching his chin..
Krom smiles at Kazri "No apologies needed lass, it's clear that you are used to battle and giving orders. Battles usually tend to end better if someone is giving the right orders."
"I mainly work with metals, but I may be able to use some of the carapace for reinforce some armor." Krom replies to Kazri and then proceed to take some pieces of carapaces for future use.
Rhogar at least seems to mull over Kazri's words given all his chin rubbing after the fact. But when it finally came to moving out, he lets out a barking laughter the dragonborn holding his middle before long. It takes nearly a full minute, but the former fisherman eventually enough that only the sporadic chuckle may interrupts his words. "So in other words, you underESTIMATE the constitution of a dragonborn. That one aside--" He points a thumb off to the side at Chip. "Anyone brave enough to stand before a Nimbatuul in a right and proper fight won't be standing for long. That, I assure you." And as he said that, the faint smell of ozone began wafting from him with every breathe.
He then smiles and adds, "But if its /your/ prerogative to have the MEAT of the action, I won't go out of my way to stand in yours or any other *snorts* softer folk's way. Though in the interest of fair warning, don't expect me to go running off just to save or protect my own scales. We Nimbatuul look out for our allies, consequences be damned." With a final adjustment of his belt and a toothy smile to the others, the Dragonborn makes to follow after the others.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Chill gives Kazri a big smile,
"Oh, I'm not offended in any way, I just don't feel Mr applies to me, though I understand how you humans use it. It is just unnecessary when calling me by name. As for fighting, I will not lie, I do not wish to be toe-to-toe like you others. I prefer some space to move, I'm best when that way. I am capable if needed in a close fight, but it is not where where my strengths lie."
As you walk along the trail Chill stops and stoops and picks up a flat smooth stone and begins to absently play with it in his hand as you walk along.
Rhogar is able to remove the mandibles from the dead Anhkeg and finds them to be in good shape. But once he gets into the work he realizes it would take far too much time to get the carapace also. Krom finds the same. It would take over an hour to remove portions of the carapace that would be serviceable for future uses.
Chill looks around but he sees no evidence that other creatures like this one, or even this one, have made breaches similar to this. Kazri is likely right and this was a lone creature.
As you make your way along the trail again it isn't too long before you find the road that runs south to Phandalin. This road is in even rougher shape than the Triboar Trail. As you make your way south you pass no other traffic going the other way. While Phandalin is rebuilding, merchant traffic isn't very heavy.
The road moves upward as you enter low hills and then foothills that grow bigger as you continue. The sun above moves behind clouds and the air gets cooler. Ahead the rocky heights of the Sword Mountains grow as you move closer to them.
Eventually, sometime late in the afternoon you crest a hill and you come into the village.
Nestled in the rocky foothills of the snow-capped Sword Mountains is the mining town of Phandalin, which consists of forty or fifty simple log buildings. Crumbling stone ruins surround the newer houses and shops, showing how this must have been a much larger town in centuries past.
Phandalin’s residents are quiet, hard-working folk who came from distant cities to eke out a life amid the harsh wilderness. They are farmers, stonecutters, blacksmiths, traders, prospectors, and children. The town has no walls and no garrison, but most of the adults keep weapons within easy reach in case the need for arms should arise.
Visitors are welcome here, particularly if they have coin to spend or news to share. The Stonehill Inn at the center of town offers modest lodging and meals. A couple of doors down from the inn, posted outside the townmaster’s hall, is a job board for adventurers.
Rekuberk will go the job bored to see just what the town has to offer work wise. While is ultimate goal is to find and slay the dragon it can't hurt to get some notice by helping out in the small town. Besides every adventurer bad to start somewhere.
"Now which job is the most interesting..."
The townmaster’s hall has sturdy stone walls, a pitched wooden roof, and a bell tower at the back. The job board next to the front door features a sparse number of notices, all written in Common and in the same hand.
Rekuburk examines the job board and sees three postings.
Chill accompanies Rekuburk to the job board. The rock from earlier in the day is still in his hands and he continues to play with it.
"Hmm, gnomes and magical things, that looks mighty interesting to me. Little magical things are always very interesting. Do we let this townmaster know we plan to do the quests ahead of time or just do them and then see him for payment I wonder?"
“Well” Kazri responds to Chill. “I would like to have a talk with this Townmaster. I would like to know more of this dragon from the person.” She heads to the townmaster’s Hall.
Kazri - Level 10 Human Paladin (Oath of the Ancients) - The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks
Droknin Palemane - Level 4 Leonin Barbarian (Path of the Beast) - Where the Cold Winds Blow... A Lost Mines of Phandelver Story
Faelan (Cottontail) Whisperwind - Level 3 Ranger (Fey Wanderer) - Zorg's Lost Souls II
"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
"I am not sure but I feel that warning the dwarves and or convincing this cleric woman to return to town would be the easier jobs. I am not sure how well we could convince the gnomes to give us any magic without us having to complete more work in exchange." Rekuberk says as he scratched his chin thoughtfully.
Rhogar follows Rekuburk's lead after finally pulling away from the sights: mundane though they may be. "Well, don't know what a dwarf is. But if they are close to the danger as they are, they probably know of it already! This Harbin Wester is so silly." He hmms in thought. "I must confess my friends that I am rather torn between these dwarves and..." Rhogar then glances solemnly to another line. "-the acolyte. I know nothing of Chauntae, but if those dwarf-folk can handle themselves, I say we see to her first. By the nine, she is probably not even that far."
On that note Rhogar looks around for a moment, and in finding an Inn, he immediately marches over and inside, hoping to ask around for a map of the area, and of the acolyte's location.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Chill chuckles and nudges Rhogar. He then points at Krom. "That's a dwarf." as he laughs some more.