The Phandalin Chronicles

Chill grabs an ax and starts to play the game the Krom has laid out

He swigs the mug of ale and wipes his mouth and setting down the drink he throws an ax

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With a miss he downs 2 more pints and throws again

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Feeling a bit tipsy, Chill grabs 2 more pints and drinks them down.  He's feeling a bit unsteady.

"Staysh backs, I's don't throws axshes as wells as I talkesses." he slurs as he attempts to throw the last ax

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And with that Chill flops on the ground and curls into a ball and falls fast asleep, the last ax only thrown a few feet from him and all have missed.

Ghorar had to close her eyes and focus, but eventually an image materalizes in Chip's mind in answer to his first question. An image of Rogar among a field of fairly tall grass, looking up at the translucent figure of the draconic-like being she showed Chip before. Worry briefly comes across afterwards, but she is quick to suppress any more admission of such; especially after some head pats. Then she shows two other images.

The first being faint image of a city that's a series of pyramids he may recognize from stories as the capital of the first dragonborn nation upon the world.This she accompanies with disdain before moving on to the next image of a small fishing village filled mostly with Bronze, Gold, and Copper Dragonborn, as well as a few halflings and triton. Few are as strange as Rhogar is in appearance, and even then, not to the same extremes. This image is accompanied by feelings of happiness prior to her settling in for some light dozing.

Though as talk turned to about Chirrax, she listens, but... the look on her face looks almost smug look for some reason. Or was it more a teasing look? Either which way, this she does not even bother accompany with imagery before settling in to watch the game.

Chip would continue to drink, getting excited that he might actually win. As his mind is filled with images from Ghorar, he would nod along. "Yeah, I figured he liked the small town life better than a big city. do.. do you think I should go check on him?" The dragonborn would ask with a look of concern. 

Ghorar rubs her tail beneath her chin thought, as well as through the occasional glance Chip's away prior to looking elsewhere. But eventually, she sends chip the image of some random old guy shrugging his shoulders. Though after looking at the concern in Chip's face for a while, she flutters up and pats the side of his face in presumably a consoling gesture. For all of her kindness however, the psuedodragon doesn't restrain herself from trying to steal a few sips out of any nearby mugs.

If Chip catches her trying to drink from his mug as he watches the others toss their axes, he would fill a much especially for her, sitting it up on top of a nearby shelf so that she could still see everything going on without someone mistaking her mug of ale for their own.

Krom drinks another couple of pints as the other party members continue the game. As Kazri winks at him after her throwing performance "You should drink more lass, drinking will help your aim!" he then takes a more serious and sad tone "It seemed to me that you were unconfortable when handling that axe, I am sorry, I was just trying to get everyone in a good mood after the mines", the dwarf will then fill his mug with ale and before drinking he says to Kazri "I do not know what happened to you in the past, but as my old smith mentor used to say, forget what hurt you in the past, but never forget what it taught you." He will say this smiling to Kazri.

Seeing that Rekuberk still has to drink and throw, Krom says "Lad! It's your turn! Show us how you throw!".

“I thank you for your advice Master Krom.” Kazri pats the master Dwarf on his back. “Unfortunately, My Friend, I carry it with me willingly. It was a choice that I consciously made 20 years ago, and I shall carry it with me until the day I die.” She brings her pendant in front of her, looks at it longingly, then let it rest on her chest again. She looks at the Dwarf. “Today is a merry day, so let us not dwell in my troubled past.” Kazri stays to watch Rekuberk take his turn, after that she will retire for the night.

Krom smiles to Kazri's reply. He will too wait for Rekuberk and then he will go to sleep.

Chip would head back to his room, stumbling as he goes before He would collapse in bed and attempt to carve another new figure before falling asleep.

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The half orc shrugs and grabs his own hand are, giving it a quick toss with a shrug.

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Rekuberk smirks as his first throw makes it, grabbing his second handaxe to throw.

Throw: 18

He will throw it again to try and hit.

Throw: 15

"Nice throws lad, but it looks like that Chip is the winner!" Krom then gives to Chip the Boots of the Winterlands.

After the contest, Kazri goes to retire. She should be merry like her other companions, but she is not able to feel that way, and it has been like that for the past twenty years. She falls asleep quickly. "Ohh no, it is that dream again. Ugh, I should get up." In the dream, she pauses to survey the location where she is. She reaches for her pendant, she knows that it is no there in the dream. "Hummm... This feels so real, unlike past dreams. Perhaps HE is trying to tell me something this time?"

One day, in what seems like a lifetime ago, she was invited to accompany a special mission with the Gray Hands (Waterdeep's Special Ops). She was very excited to be part of it, for she hoped that it could lead to a promotion that she had been waiting for so long. The leader of the mission was a man named Tharii, and he seemed to be a good charismatic leader. He seems someone she could look up to.

The dream jumps quickly, now the group is separated, there are shouts everywhere, she sees Gray Hand soldier dead on the road, bodies strewn in unnatural ways, she goes a few steps and see Vampires dead on the road as well. She freezes, she terrified of those undead creatures. "Ohh noo, this is going too fast..." She hears a scream. "That's Tharii. I can still save him!!" She tries to run to him, but her armor feels so heavy that it seems that it is dragging her to the ground, and her legs feels so tired. "Move Soldier!! You can save him!!" After what it feels like an eternity, she reaches the location where the scream came from. "UGH!!! It's too late!!!" Tharii is held by two Vampires, his pendant hanging from his neck, radiating brightly with divine light, another of the foul fiend is about to bite on...

She wakes from her dream. Her pendant is glowing so incandescent bright, it feels like it's day time in her room...

The following day you awaken to a light drizzle of rain and heavy clouds.  All but perhaps Krom and Rekuburk, have heavy hangovers from the drinking the night prior.

You make your way to Barthen's Provisions where you find that he has prepared a new delivery to be brought to the logger's camp.

Barthen tells you that his clerks have filled two crates with supplies as he hands you a sheet of parchment, upon which is written an inventory of the crates’ contents: foodstuffs such as dried meat, blocks of cheese, and loaves of bread, as well as casks of ale and flasks of oil. The two heavy crates are loaded onto a two-wheeled cart pulled by an ox. “The ox’s name is Vincent,” says Barthen. “I’ll expect to see him and the cart returned, thanks.”

Here is the map.  Technically you don't know where Woodland Manse or the Circle of Thunder are and will need to head to Falcon's Lodge to speak with Falcon first to do the Woodland Manse Quest.  

So let me know which direction you wish to go frst.

Rhogar never shows up at home even after night has fallen, and Ghorar is of little help once head deep into her mug. If any leave in the morning to find him, or simply as a result stepping outside to speak of Barthen of the delivery, they may yet hear his snores emanating from beneath their own wagon. Why the oversized lizard decided to sleep there instead of inside may not be hard to guess. It takes a while to coaxing him into trudging along however, if any bothered to do so. And even then, he remain reticent to say more than a few words at any given time, though never by his own volition.

"Vincent shall be well minded, and returned unharmed if at all possible." He pipes up calmly, taking exception at least this once on limiting the need to talk. If not intercepted first, he accepts the parchment, and without another word hops into the driver seat of Vincent's wagon. A bloated and lethargic Ghorar, who had taken to laying on Chip since the morning, perks up abruptly, and then grumbling makes her way over to take up at least the immediate space besides Rhogar, marking it as her own... until someone bowls her over.

"No more distractions? We go now?" He asked, eyeing the group warily. 

Sometime during the night,  likely when the rain started to fall,  Chill found himself still outside.   He dragged himself inside and crawled into bed. 

The following morning he has a hard time getting out off bed and he is slow to catch up to the others as they get the cart ready and find Rhogar.

He tosses a package up into the cart behind Rhogar. 

"Krom made you that armor if you are interested.  It looks really good too.   He's quite the artisan." He says.

Without looking back  he heads over to the other cart and climbs in.  He pulls his cloak down over his eyes and settles in.

"I'm ready to go."

Kazri is proudly wearing her plate armor, and riding Serenity. "I am ready."

(Thank Max. I was just thinking how/where should she ride. Duh...)

Krom, enchants his warhammer with Moradin's power and wears his new splint mail armor and then climbs over on the party's cart.

"Let's head for Falcon's Hunting Lodge!" 

(OOC I assume that Kazri is using her horse, so Krom will drive the party's cart following Rhogar's cart).

Rhogar refused to look over at Chill; but for a moment, he started to bear his teeth, bristling over a dawning realization. "I'm WELL aware. And I'm not this time." He would state without so much as glance back. Afterwards, the bronze could not be more eager to move it. If at any point Kazri or the others brings up visiting the mines on their way out, he offers no resistance to the idea.

Chip would climb into the back of the cart, finding a comfortable spot sitting among the cargo. As they travel he would play a song on his lute.. much more upbeat and happier than the previous evening. The bard would not be wearing his new boots however. Instead, the dragonborn would toss them towards Kazri when she approached the cart. "I think these would look better on you friend" he would say with a smile. "But if ya don't think you want them, perhaps Krom would like them as a Thank You for all that he has done for us." he would add before continuing his song.