You all catch up to Narz relatively quickly and soon wind up in town. Most of the people it seems are out in the fields or at the animal pens but you still pass a few people. The buildings that house most of the residents of Goldenfields are arranged in concentric half-rings around a central square where locals can socialize. Orderly rows of wooden longhouses, each one large enough to house a hundred people, face inward toward a central plaza, with the abbey of Chauntea off to the southeast. Each longhouse is a work of art, its beams sculpted with images of a particular animal, thereby differentiating it from its neighbors. Some people are sat in the town square having picnics for their midday meals despite the chill in the air. That leads you to notice that most of the ground seems completely devoid of snow, if it weren't for the cold air you'd hardly know winter had ever come. You also notice that wagons and wheelbarrows are parked just about everywhere, seemingly free for anyone to use. As you're passing through thr square you suddenly hear loud thumps as some heavy creature lumbers though the town, followed by the laugher of many small children. Turning to look you'd see a huge tree walking though town with many children following its roots or dangling from its branches. It heads south towards a Grove of trees and several towns folk wave to it as it passes by. Come on kids, I'll tell you the story of the Clan Battlehammer and the retaking of Mithral Hall today. Several of the kids cheer and soon they are entering then Grove at the edge of town.
You finally continue along the road untilnits end. Standing before you is a three-story stone edifice with arched windows that offer a view of the surrounding gardens. Thin plumes of smoke issue from its many chimneys and ife-size statues of rearing horses flank the double doors that lead to the common room. Above these doors hangs a wooden sign that proclaims the name of this grand establishment, Northfurrow’s End, in fancy lettering. West of the main building is a stable house that looks like it can hold and feed up to fifty horses and has room to spare. Entering the Inn you find it mostly empty save a few souls, a Halfing male who seems to fancy himself a bard based on his current playing of a Lute, an Older, wizardry looking woman with dark skin, gray hair and a dress that looks like she belongs in some waterdavian nobles tower instead of a backwater temple farm, and perhaps most interestingly, a man who you can only assume to be the one the guard named the Yeti. Behind the bar stands an absolute beast of a man with a barrel shapped chest and thick white hair covering nearly every inch of him. He sees cleaning the bar and looks up when you enter to greet you. Ah new comers! Welcome to Northfurrows End! What can I do ya for? If ya just came odd the road I suppose ye be looking for warm food, cold drinks, and comfy beds aye? Well I can supply all three for a fair price, unless any of ya got the mark of the Enclave that is, then you're stay be free of charge.
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Before leaving the seed house, Tor does acknowledge the halflings request, taking a quick gander around the immediate area as he asks for guidance from beyond, as he knew all too often misplaced things are actually closer than one would imagine and usually is simply stuck just out of immediate vision. While he didn't expect to find it you never know.... Regardless, if by some miracle he noticed it, he would grab it, and take it to the halfling. He actually liked her spunk, he just didn't see a point in being in a flower shop without a reason. At least the map made more sense now. And if he didn't see the bracelet thing, he would at least passively keep an eye out for it whenever they were at locations he'd assume she might visit (I will post checks then).
Regardless, the group eventually made their way up and caught up with Narz, but they'd notice they were a person short. Apparently the woman had caught Torsus' attention as she spoke of lore he'd yet not heard of, and seeing as they weren't in any particular rush apparently, Tor felt no reason not to divert himself. He'd followed the lady and the children until he caught up with them, calling out to them Oh, pardon me Ma'am, but if you don't mind an old hermit to listen in on the story as well, I would very much be interested in hearing such a tale. It sounds both grand, and historically relevant. Would you allow me to join you?
The tree looks at Torus curiously,clearly its first time seeing a Tortle, but waves you over with a branch and says
Of course of course all are welcomed. My name is Lifferlas, I'd be happy to have you listen to my tale. Today I'll tell you all about the retaking of Mithral Hall by the Companions of the Hall. The Companions were a group of close friends and adventurers, the dwarf who would later be King of Mithral Hall, Bruenor Battlehammer, his human daughter Catti-bri, her husband the famed barbarian Wulfgar, the halfling Regis and of course the legendary Drow Drizzt Do'Urden. Ever since leaving his home when he was a young dwarf, Bruenor Battlehammer had wanted to reclaim Mithral Hall and avenge his kin. After spending many years living at the clan's new home in Icewind Dale, the aged and respected Bruenor decided it was time to return to Mithral Hall. Bruenor set off with his friends determined to find the lost home of his clan and return it to glory. The journey to find Mithral Hall was a long one, as even Bruenor had forgotten many of the details of its whereabouts. Though the actual search for the legendary dwarven settlement is not the topic of today's story hey, suffice to say they eventually tracked it down with the help of rumours, clues and, most significantly, a memory inducing potion. The combination of these aids led them to Settlestone and soon after the Hall itself. Perhaps I will go into details about the actual search another time.
Lifferlas begins to speak of some of the groups exploits in combat, how they fought some relatively minor creatures in the ruins of the hall, how Bruenor found the corpse of his father, the last King of the hall, and laid him to rest before declaring himself the eighth King of the hall and dawning his fathers armor. The story really picks up when the Companions reach Garumns Gorge and confront the dragon Shimmergloom. How nearly the fight had been lost but the brave and bold dwarven King, faced with no alternative doused himself in oil from a nearby store room, leapt onto Shimmergloom while pouring oil on his scales and set alight to both of them. How the brave dwarf and the terrifying dragon both plunged into unfathomable abyss of the Gorge in a bright ball of fire. The companions continued to clear out the shadow dragons vermin from the hall while seperate during the battle and in search of their presumed dead King. But by some miracle, the King had survived the fireball thanks to the protection from the sword Icingdeath that had been one of Drizzt magical blades. With the dragondead Bruenor fought his way through scores of Druegar to reach Mithral hall and reunite with his friends and daughter.This particular story ends there. The companions went on to resettle the hall, and eventually defended it from drow invaders from Menzoberranzan. King Battlehammer ruled for many years but eventually gave up the throne to search for the lost settlement of Gauntlgrym, perhaps another story for the future. Today however Dagnabbet Waybeard rules as Queen of Mithral Hall. I've never been myself as I've never left Goldenfields but if you kids ever grow up and visit Mithral Hall be sure to remember the story you heard here today and remember the sacrafice made by many dwarves whose names are lost to memory that gave their lives for their ancient home.
Most of the kids clap or cheer at the end of the story and some start playing a game of 5 companions which ends up more or less being a play fight between 5 randomly chosen kids and the rest who play the grey dwarves. While the kids are all playing the tree walks over to Torsus. So my friend did you like the story? The kids always do like stories of groups of adventurers beating evil dragons and such but never care much for the history behind those tales. May I ask your name friend?
Narz has to do a double take just to be certain he saw true. "Albino bugbear?" He whispered perhaps a bit too loud, and with his head cocked to the side. Yes, he knew or least perhaps heard of a Yeti. Yet having grown up more around goblinoid kin than some frozen wastes wandering monster, it took a bit for him to truly accept things as they were. And he had already looked halfway surprised upon entering and setting sights on the wizardly looking woman; who on a different day, he might've suspected to be of relations or maybe even IN relationship with the old wizard met at the gate.
"Oh, ah, er, uh, sorry bout that there buddy. Didn't mean to offend. But you sir strike a most imposing figure, to say the least." Narz admits. "As for your expectations, you would not be wrong there buddy. Though, the first two would have to be put on hold, as we did have business elsewhere. But if we could see about room arrangements for say, uh, the next two to three days, that would be swell. Oh yea, and uh, maybe if you could point me int he direction of the mercs that have been said to fancy this place, that would also be appreciated."
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The man behind the bar laughs a heavy laughs and says No offense taken friend, I used to be a side show attraction with a traveling carnival, so I'm no stranger to people gawking. Anyway rooms are 5 silver night for singles, 8 silver for doubles or we got two group suites a gold and 2 silver a night. Food is made to order and kitchens always open. Anyway you got buisness with them Mercs eh? I believe their leader should be back any...His words are cut short by the door burting open behind you. A tall, dark haired and heavily muscled hobgoblin woman runs into the room and slowly comes to a stop. She's sweating and breathing heavy. She wipes the sweat off her brow, drawing your attention to a pretty nasty looking scar over her left eye which is covered in an eye patch. Well speak of the devil says the man behind the counter.
The hob looks at him curiously before looking back towards the door. Come on whats the hold up back there! The door opens again and two more hobs, a bugbear, a three regular goblins come in all looking exhausted. The goblin up front, a she goblin by your best guess, says in between breaths. Sorry....Ma'am....we....slow...pokes...The Hob woman shakes her head in mock disappointment. We'll that's why we gotta fix ya. I don't knownwhat they had ya doing in your old clan Lieutenant but you gotta step up your game. If you don't beat me next time you'll be doing 5 more laps around the perimeter is that Understood Gum-Gum! The Goblin called Gum-Gum nods and salutes before turning to scold the others in the group and encourage them to do better. While this happens the hob leader gives Narz a surprised look before turning back to the Yeti. Miros a round of drinks if ya would, im feeling parched. She goes to the bar and places a small rough diamond on the counter. For the rest of the week.
Claire sets down 2 gold and 3 silver on the bar. "Can you make change for the third silver? Need some copper if you don't mind. I'll take a group suite, though." The the Hobgoblin woman walks in and Yeti says 'speak of the devil,' Claire's eyes go wide, and she whispers to the Yeti. "A devil? I'd have thought she was a hobgoblin like Narz here... so that's a devil..."
Rollo shakes his head. "No, she's a goblinoid. It's an expression, basically saying that you were talking about someone before they appeared. I've lived in the woods for 80 seasons and I know that, what were they teaching you in your town?"
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Claire stares down Rollo, looking like she's trying to come up with a comeback, and her face slowly turns red. Then she straightened up and crosses her arms. "How to bend divine light to my will and wield it as a weapon or a tool," she says proudly, and then her mouth twists into a frown. "... and... not much else... honestly."
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"A Devil to this town's enemies for sure," Narz said after in turn to Yeti while looking back to the hobgoblin. Narz gave her a once over as she turned to address the rest of her cohorts, and then couldn't help but furrow his brows and gently brush beard by hand. 'Gum-Gum? Now why does that sound familiar?' He thought, cocking his head to the side. When the hob leader finally regards Narz, he still wore a speculative expression, but had the mental wherewithal to nod in greeting as well.
It's only after Claire and Rollo speak that he appears surprised for a second, only then just remember the two's presence. "Rollo there has the right of things, and I find myself curious as well, but..." The Hobgoblin wizard turns to regard the mercerarny woman. "So, you're the leader of the band we heard about on the way in." He addressed her, followed by a curt and harsh sounding word in goblin meant to show due respect for one outside one's own clan. "The name is Narz. New arrival, and compatriot of these fellows and..." He pauses and glances past the rest, realizing only then that Torsus had broken away at some point.
He is quick to look back to her on that note, leery of showing any weakness of character for an overlong delay. "-are to be a support like you for this settlement, you would prolly already figured. Least for a time. So, I had been hoping to speak with you. Well, whoever is in charge of your band, which appears to be you, eh?"
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Torsus listened to the tale with rapt attention, listening to the tales of other races exploits was always exciting to him, though in as much of a scholarly way, as opposed to a 'woah thats cool' childish way. He had been to attentive that he'd forgotten to sit down entirely, let alone move, leading him to realize his feet were on non-literal fire by the time the tale came to its end, forcing him to stamp his feet and shuffle a bit, trying to get the circulation flowing once more as the children began to play amongst themselves, and Lifferlas approached. Looking up (presumably) at the tree-man.
offerign a slight bow, with a flourish of his arm before looking up once more he officially greets the storyteller My name is Torsus Eravull, I'm a researcher of sorts. it's a pleasure to officially make your acquaintance Lifferlas. And yes, I enjoyed it quite thoroughly. The tales of the more common races are always interesting to hear, especially when they're true tales. It also reminds me of why I left the clutch to begin with. He says, clearing his throat before continuing As a youngling, i used to hate studying, learning, and just about anythign that interfered with my personal desires.
Eventually however, I heard a tale from a travelling bard about a man who became a shade, and fought off the Netherese empire... they're very similar to Drow. And that was the beginning. I craved more stories for the same reason those children seek only the adventure and not the reason. Eventually I overcame that, and looked more into it studying the histories of other cultures, delving into the meat of it all, when a realization struck me. There are none of my people. Our people are rare enough as it is, but the realization I came to was that if by some chance, my entire species is stricken from existence, there will be no such tales. So I struck out to set that right. I've made many mistakes during my travels but each of them a learning experience.
And I continue to seek out what other cultures have done, so I may better pave my path with knowledge. Does Bruenor still live today? or is that unknown? And are there any questions you would ask of an old tortle?
Miros the Yeti takes the diamond and places a pint of beer on the table which the hob takes and downs in one motion. Finishing she wipes her brow and turns to face Narz and the rest of the group. Well if you're looking for their leader ya found her. Names Dakkurz, enemies call me the Beast. You can just call me 'Ma'am.' So, Narz is it? What buisness do you have with me? The Beast gives Narz a hard stare as if anticipating something. You all (using your passive perceptions) notice that the Mercenary leader is keeping a tight grip on her empty pint, as if ready to improvised a weapon. From her body language Claire and Aeyd can also tell that she definitely looks like she's expecting trouble and ready for it.
Back with Torsus.
Lifferlas smiles and says in his slow and deep voice I see, an admirable goal. It is true that I've never met one of your kind and I've been around for quite a long time myself, though its possible I may have forgotten. But its true that out of the many stories I have memorized not one has one of your kind as the hero. It will make me happy to hear your story when it is ready to be shared. As for the old dwarven King, it is widely accepted that Bruenor Battlehammer perished not long after the refounding of Gauntlgrym. I'm not sure what became of the other companions of the hall but its likely Hisndaughter and her husband Wulfgar have since died as well given the short lives of humans. The drows fate I'm afraid is unkown to me. If you were interested in learning more I would suggest a trip to Mithral Hall. I could never make such a trip but you might find it interesting, there's a lot of history in those old dwarven settlements. When asked about questions he might have the tree thinks on it for a bit and says Well yes, I do. I suppose I'm curious how your people came to be. I was given life by a powerful druid, but am different from the treants in the Grove yet also similar. I wonder if you are more like me or more like the Treants or maybe even different all together. I wonder what if any magicncan be attributed to your peoples creation. Oh and where you are from of course.
Noticing the Beasts’s demeanor, Claire sets a hand on her holy symbol, her previous expression replaced by a concerned but piercing gaze. “We’re not here to cause any trouble... I think,” she says, her eyes shifting over to look at Narz. “Right?”
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Narz looks first back to Claire in a sidelong look and raised brow, then back to Dakkurz for a closer once over. The corners of his lips twitch upward in the briefest smile before he faintly nods as much in answer to Claire, as it was in respect to The Beast. He then clasped his hands together just above the belly button. A call sign most hobgoblins would understand as quiet admission of belonging to or an associate of the devestator corps;hobgoblins trained in the arcane arts to learn some of the most devastating war time magics possible. It was also a "polite" warning that though his hands may be far from any visible weapons, he was not without his means of protection and offense if things got dicey. And it was not a call sign used by some initiate likely to be too unskilled or slow as to use it as a bluff, as it took genuine training to earn the right. Those that try often had their reflexes tested, and suffered extreme punishment upon failure.
A few seconds is all he gives to guage her reaction, and have at least one question in the back of his mind about her origin. "To start then, Ma'am, I had been hoping to learn how long your contract was with this settlement here, and your bands rates. Could be I have another job for you. Though don't take this the wrong way, as it doesn't involve this settlement. I've -- We've already been told about the lot working with hill giants."
The Mercenary leader continues to give Narz a hard stare before glancing down at his hands when he makes his signal. She smirks and after Narz mentions a job she eases her grip on her pint. Well, If you're looking to hire im afraid you'll have to wait, though I'd be willing to hear about this job of yours. However I've already made an agreement with the Abbot to stick around until he sure the threat of giant attack is passed. Truth is we'd stick around anyway, call it in house clean up. That band of goblins of heard are working with the giants? Well some of them were our own. I'm banking they'll show back up one of these days and we can take care of that little problem. After that if you have a job we'll hear ya out. Dakkurz turns around and takes a seat at the bar. Another round Miros. The barkeep pours another round at the request. When Dakkurz speaks the man's name Rillex pokes his head up and flys in the air to get a view of Miros. Upon seeing him he flying over and lands on the Yetis shoulder, purring and rubbing his face against the Yetis own. Miros looks confused at first and then shock upon seeing the Tressym. Rillex that you little guy? Ain't seen you in years! What you doing with these folk? The Tressyms ears flatten as Rillex gets a sad look on his face at the thought of events leading him here.
Torsus listened intently to the responses, nodding, and 'ah-hah'ing at several points throughout it, seeming sad that such an epic figure could potentially be dead, as well as anyone else who may have had firsthand knowledge of the events but such was things dealing with historical events. Though the fact the Drow may be alive piques his curiosity, and he may some day attempt to follow up on that lead. Shaking his head to clear the intrigue from his mind so he could answer the tree's questions. To be quite honest, I don't know the origin of my race... It's never been something that was relevant to my peoples longevity... My people seek out knowledge to further our race, and to defend ourselves at the end of our lives so our offspring may flourish, but we seldom look back at our own past. So I'm afraid I won't be able to answer that question if only because I do not have the answer. However I can answer the question of my personal origin. I was born on the northernmost tip of the southernmost peninsula created by the mountains within the Lake of Steam. And have since growing enough, traveled the world to the best of my ability learning and seeking out knowledge where I can find it, so that I can one day pass it onto my own offspring.
However I have lived nearly double my species normal life span, and I am not quite sure as to why. Perhaps one of my mistakes has such a benefit, but I do not know for certain. I eventually found myself working with the Bladesemmers and thus, here I am, brought to you.
Aeyd complacently follows along with the majority of the group, mainly gazing and quietly oogling about the town as they made their way. So much so, she doesn't even notice Torsus' departure. She looks around for the tortle, but he is no where to be seen. She feels a small pang of worry, but it goes away as quickly as it had appeared. Had Torsus been unable to defend himself, then he would not have been chosen for this job, and she was certain he would find their way back to them anyhow.
When they make their way inside the Northfurrow's End, her eyes immediately lock onto the yeti at the bar. Never would she have thought she would have met a Yeti in the flesh! Although, when he mentions he was used to the gawking, Aeyd rips her gaze away to get a better look at the establishment instead, not wanting to be rude. Their eyes eventually would fall upon the new arrival Dakkurs, and listen on the conversation Narz started up with her, but eventually, she sees Rillex move over to Miros to give him a good cuddle.
There's a small look of adoration on her visage for a moment, finding the scene cute, and it falls when the Yeti speaks of not seeing him over a few years. "Oh? You know of Rillex? You wouldn't happen to know his owner and where they may be, would you? We are looking to reunite him with them to fulfill a promise for another pair of our compatriots who was unable to do so."
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Miros pets Rillex a little before responding to Aeyd. Well of course I know Rillex. He was but a kitten last I visited though. Lives with my parents up in Nightstone. Question is, why is he with you folk? You see Miros's expression to from suspicion to worry and he asks Hey you folks are travelers right? Did ya come from Nightstone? Did something happen there? In the room the goblin called Gum-Gum perks up at the mention of Nightstone. Having not payed attention to what was going on she says excitedly Oh yes Gum-Gum know this! She came from Nightstone before she find boss. Big giants in the sky dropped rocks on all the humans there then fly away. Gum-Gum and old friends loot for food but then get beat up by new humans. Oh Gum-Gum seen that cat! Was with friend Nadaar! Where is Nadaar? Gum-Gum looks around your group looking for someone not there. At the mention of Nadaar Dakkurs goes a bit wide eyes and mutters to herself Nah, Can't be.
Miros looks pretty distraught at Gum-Gums claim and looks to the party for confirmation. You should all remember the note left to you by Zack and Nadia, which mentioned Nightstone, a settlement a couple days southeast of Waterdeep, was destroyed by cloud Giants shortly before they had arrived. They had rescued some of the villagers including the innkeeper Morak who had given the party a letter explaining everything to be delivered to Miros, whose parents were killed on the attack. Claire has the letter on her. Given that information anyone with a passive perception of 13 or higher can tell that Miros is not an actual Yeti but a human, a very hair one, likely from a birth defect. Also on thet same note Zacks note about events up till now did mention a black dragonborn in their party named Nadaar who had died prior to the reaching Daggerford.
Torsus, the tree listens with interest to your tale and says I see. How curious that you have lived so long beyond your peoples usual limits. Still it is not so unusual, I've meet many who well outlive what is to be expected though they are usually druids of some power, such as my creator for example. What what is it that brings you here exactly?
Rollo looks at the rest of the group, looking for someone who knew Nadaar to speak, then realizing that he and Claire are somehow the senior members of the party now. He gives a gentle cough to call attention to himself before speaking. "I am sorry to have to confirm it, but what the goblin says is true. Nightstone was bombarded and destroyed by cloud giants. I believe one of my companions has a note for you which may explain more. As for Nadaar, I'm afraid that he has been called back to the halls of the gods. I never met him personally but I know two of his companions who spoke well of him and mourned his loss. And I am sorry to have to be the one to deliver the news to you as well."
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You all catch up to Narz relatively quickly and soon wind up in town. Most of the people it seems are out in the fields or at the animal pens but you still pass a few people. The buildings that house most of the residents of Goldenfields are arranged in concentric half-rings around a central square where locals can socialize. Orderly rows of wooden longhouses, each one large enough to house a hundred people, face inward toward a central plaza, with the abbey of Chauntea off to the southeast. Each longhouse is a work of art, its beams sculpted with images of a particular animal, thereby differentiating it from its neighbors. Some people are sat in the town square having picnics for their midday meals despite the chill in the air. That leads you to notice that most of the ground seems completely devoid of snow, if it weren't for the cold air you'd hardly know winter had ever come. You also notice that wagons and wheelbarrows are parked just about everywhere, seemingly free for anyone to use. As you're passing through thr square you suddenly hear loud thumps as some heavy creature lumbers though the town, followed by the laugher of many small children. Turning to look you'd see a huge tree walking though town with many children following its roots or dangling from its branches. It heads south towards a Grove of trees and several towns folk wave to it as it passes by. Come on kids, I'll tell you the story of the Clan Battlehammer and the retaking of Mithral Hall today. Several of the kids cheer and soon they are entering then Grove at the edge of town.
You finally continue along the road untilnits end. Standing before you is a three-story stone edifice with arched windows that offer a view of the surrounding gardens. Thin plumes of smoke issue from its many chimneys and ife-size statues of rearing horses flank the double doors that lead to the common room. Above these doors hangs a wooden sign that proclaims the name of this grand establishment, Northfurrow’s End, in fancy lettering. West of the main building is a stable house that looks like it can hold and feed up to fifty horses and has room to spare. Entering the Inn you find it mostly empty save a few souls, a Halfing male who seems to fancy himself a bard based on his current playing of a Lute, an Older, wizardry looking woman with dark skin, gray hair and a dress that looks like she belongs in some waterdavian nobles tower instead of a backwater temple farm, and perhaps most interestingly, a man who you can only assume to be the one the guard named the Yeti. Behind the bar stands an absolute beast of a man with a barrel shapped chest and thick white hair covering nearly every inch of him. He sees cleaning the bar and looks up when you enter to greet you. Ah new comers! Welcome to Northfurrows End! What can I do ya for? If ya just came odd the road I suppose ye be looking for warm food, cold drinks, and comfy beds aye? Well I can supply all three for a fair price, unless any of ya got the mark of the Enclave that is, then you're stay be free of charge.
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Before leaving the seed house, Tor does acknowledge the halflings request, taking a quick gander around the immediate area as he asks for guidance from beyond, as he knew all too often misplaced things are actually closer than one would imagine and usually is simply stuck just out of immediate vision. While he didn't expect to find it you never know.... Regardless, if by some miracle he noticed it, he would grab it, and take it to the halfling. He actually liked her spunk, he just didn't see a point in being in a flower shop without a reason. At least the map made more sense now. And if he didn't see the bracelet thing, he would at least passively keep an eye out for it whenever they were at locations he'd assume she might visit (I will post checks then).
Regardless, the group eventually made their way up and caught up with Narz, but they'd notice they were a person short. Apparently the woman had caught Torsus' attention as she spoke of lore he'd yet not heard of, and seeing as they weren't in any particular rush apparently, Tor felt no reason not to divert himself. He'd followed the lady and the children until he caught up with them, calling out to them Oh, pardon me Ma'am, but if you don't mind an old hermit to listen in on the story as well, I would very much be interested in hearing such a tale. It sounds both grand, and historically relevant. Would you allow me to join you?
Occassional Dungeon Master.
The tree looks at Torus curiously,clearly its first time seeing a Tortle, but waves you over with a branch and says
Of course of course all are welcomed. My name is Lifferlas, I'd be happy to have you listen to my tale. Today I'll tell you all about the retaking of Mithral Hall by the Companions of the Hall. The Companions were a group of close friends and adventurers, the dwarf who would later be King of Mithral Hall, Bruenor Battlehammer, his human daughter Catti-bri, her husband the famed barbarian Wulfgar, the halfling Regis and of course the legendary Drow Drizzt Do'Urden. Ever since leaving his home when he was a young dwarf, Bruenor Battlehammer had wanted to reclaim Mithral Hall and avenge his kin. After spending many years living at the clan's new home in Icewind Dale, the aged and respected Bruenor decided it was time to return to Mithral Hall. Bruenor set off with his friends determined to find the lost home of his clan and return it to glory. The journey to find Mithral Hall was a long one, as even Bruenor had forgotten many of the details of its whereabouts. Though the actual search for the legendary dwarven settlement is not the topic of today's story hey, suffice to say they eventually tracked it down with the help of rumours, clues and, most significantly, a memory inducing potion. The combination of these aids led them to Settlestone and soon after the Hall itself. Perhaps I will go into details about the actual search another time.
Lifferlas begins to speak of some of the groups exploits in combat, how they fought some relatively minor creatures in the ruins of the hall, how Bruenor found the corpse of his father, the last King of the hall, and laid him to rest before declaring himself the eighth King of the hall and dawning his fathers armor. The story really picks up when the Companions reach Garumns Gorge and confront the dragon Shimmergloom. How nearly the fight had been lost but the brave and bold dwarven King, faced with no alternative doused himself in oil from a nearby store room, leapt onto Shimmergloom while pouring oil on his scales and set alight to both of them. How the brave dwarf and the terrifying dragon both plunged into unfathomable abyss of the Gorge in a bright ball of fire. The companions continued to clear out the shadow dragons vermin from the hall while seperate during the battle and in search of their presumed dead King. But by some miracle, the King had survived the fireball thanks to the protection from the sword Icingdeath that had been one of Drizzt magical blades. With the dragondead Bruenor fought his way through scores of Druegar to reach Mithral hall and reunite with his friends and daughter.This particular story ends there. The companions went on to resettle the hall, and eventually defended it from drow invaders from Menzoberranzan. King Battlehammer ruled for many years but eventually gave up the throne to search for the lost settlement of Gauntlgrym, perhaps another story for the future. Today however Dagnabbet Waybeard rules as Queen of Mithral Hall. I've never been myself as I've never left Goldenfields but if you kids ever grow up and visit Mithral Hall be sure to remember the story you heard here today and remember the sacrafice made by many dwarves whose names are lost to memory that gave their lives for their ancient home.
Most of the kids clap or cheer at the end of the story and some start playing a game of 5 companions which ends up more or less being a play fight between 5 randomly chosen kids and the rest who play the grey dwarves. While the kids are all playing the tree walks over to Torsus. So my friend did you like the story? The kids always do like stories of groups of adventurers beating evil dragons and such but never care much for the history behind those tales. May I ask your name friend?
Narz has to do a double take just to be certain he saw true. "Albino bugbear?" He whispered perhaps a bit too loud, and with his head cocked to the side. Yes, he knew or least perhaps heard of a Yeti. Yet having grown up more around goblinoid kin than some frozen wastes wandering monster, it took a bit for him to truly accept things as they were. And he had already looked halfway surprised upon entering and setting sights on the wizardly looking woman; who on a different day, he might've suspected to be of relations or maybe even IN relationship with the old wizard met at the gate.
"Oh, ah, er, uh, sorry bout that there buddy. Didn't mean to offend. But you sir strike a most imposing figure, to say the least." Narz admits. "As for your expectations, you would not be wrong there buddy. Though, the first two would have to be put on hold, as we did have business elsewhere. But if we could see about room arrangements for say, uh, the next two to three days, that would be swell. Oh yea, and uh, maybe if you could point me int he direction of the mercs that have been said to fancy this place, that would also be appreciated."
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The man behind the bar laughs a heavy laughs and says No offense taken friend, I used to be a side show attraction with a traveling carnival, so I'm no stranger to people gawking. Anyway rooms are 5 silver night for singles, 8 silver for doubles or we got two group suites a gold and 2 silver a night. Food is made to order and kitchens always open. Anyway you got buisness with them Mercs eh? I believe their leader should be back any...His words are cut short by the door burting open behind you. A tall, dark haired and heavily muscled hobgoblin woman runs into the room and slowly comes to a stop. She's sweating and breathing heavy. She wipes the sweat off her brow, drawing your attention to a pretty nasty looking scar over her left eye which is covered in an eye patch. Well speak of the devil says the man behind the counter.
The hob looks at him curiously before looking back towards the door. Come on whats the hold up back there! The door opens again and two more hobs, a bugbear, a three regular goblins come in all looking exhausted. The goblin up front, a she goblin by your best guess, says in between breaths. Sorry....Ma'am....we....slow...pokes...The Hob woman shakes her head in mock disappointment. We'll that's why we gotta fix ya. I don't knownwhat they had ya doing in your old clan Lieutenant but you gotta step up your game. If you don't beat me next time you'll be doing 5 more laps around the perimeter is that Understood Gum-Gum! The Goblin called Gum-Gum nods and salutes before turning to scold the others in the group and encourage them to do better. While this happens the hob leader gives Narz a surprised look before turning back to the Yeti. Miros a round of drinks if ya would, im feeling parched. She goes to the bar and places a small rough diamond on the counter. For the rest of the week.
Claire sets down 2 gold and 3 silver on the bar. "Can you make change for the third silver? Need some copper if you don't mind. I'll take a group suite, though." The the Hobgoblin woman walks in and Yeti says 'speak of the devil,' Claire's eyes go wide, and she whispers to the Yeti. "A devil? I'd have thought she was a hobgoblin like Narz here... so that's a devil..."
Rollo shakes his head. "No, she's a goblinoid. It's an expression, basically saying that you were talking about someone before they appeared. I've lived in the woods for 80 seasons and I know that, what were they teaching you in your town?"
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Claire stares down Rollo, looking like she's trying to come up with a comeback, and her face slowly turns red. Then she straightened up and crosses her arms. "How to bend divine light to my will and wield it as a weapon or a tool," she says proudly, and then her mouth twists into a frown. "... and... not much else... honestly."
"A Devil to this town's enemies for sure," Narz said after in turn to Yeti while looking back to the hobgoblin. Narz gave her a once over as she turned to address the rest of her cohorts, and then couldn't help but furrow his brows and gently brush beard by hand. 'Gum-Gum? Now why does that sound familiar?' He thought, cocking his head to the side. When the hob leader finally regards Narz, he still wore a speculative expression, but had the mental wherewithal to nod in greeting as well.
It's only after Claire and Rollo speak that he appears surprised for a second, only then just remember the two's presence. "Rollo there has the right of things, and I find myself curious as well, but..." The Hobgoblin wizard turns to regard the mercerarny woman. "So, you're the leader of the band we heard about on the way in." He addressed her, followed by a curt and harsh sounding word in goblin meant to show due respect for one outside one's own clan. "The name is Narz. New arrival, and compatriot of these fellows and..." He pauses and glances past the rest, realizing only then that Torsus had broken away at some point.
He is quick to look back to her on that note, leery of showing any weakness of character for an overlong delay. "-are to be a support like you for this settlement, you would prolly already figured. Least for a time. So, I had been hoping to speak with you. Well, whoever is in charge of your band, which appears to be you, eh?"
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Torsus listened to the tale with rapt attention, listening to the tales of other races exploits was always exciting to him, though in as much of a scholarly way, as opposed to a 'woah thats cool' childish way. He had been to attentive that he'd forgotten to sit down entirely, let alone move, leading him to realize his feet were on non-literal fire by the time the tale came to its end, forcing him to stamp his feet and shuffle a bit, trying to get the circulation flowing once more as the children began to play amongst themselves, and Lifferlas approached. Looking up (presumably) at the tree-man.
offerign a slight bow, with a flourish of his arm before looking up once more he officially greets the storyteller My name is Torsus Eravull, I'm a researcher of sorts. it's a pleasure to officially make your acquaintance Lifferlas. And yes, I enjoyed it quite thoroughly. The tales of the more common races are always interesting to hear, especially when they're true tales. It also reminds me of why I left the clutch to begin with. He says, clearing his throat before continuing As a youngling, i used to hate studying, learning, and just about anythign that interfered with my personal desires.
Eventually however, I heard a tale from a travelling bard about a man who became a shade, and fought off the Netherese empire... they're very similar to Drow. And that was the beginning. I craved more stories for the same reason those children seek only the adventure and not the reason. Eventually I overcame that, and looked more into it studying the histories of other cultures, delving into the meat of it all, when a realization struck me. There are none of my people. Our people are rare enough as it is, but the realization I came to was that if by some chance, my entire species is stricken from existence, there will be no such tales. So I struck out to set that right. I've made many mistakes during my travels but each of them a learning experience.
And I continue to seek out what other cultures have done, so I may better pave my path with knowledge. Does Bruenor still live today? or is that unknown? And are there any questions you would ask of an old tortle?
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Miros the Yeti takes the diamond and places a pint of beer on the table which the hob takes and downs in one motion. Finishing she wipes her brow and turns to face Narz and the rest of the group. Well if you're looking for their leader ya found her. Names Dakkurz, enemies call me the Beast. You can just call me 'Ma'am.' So, Narz is it? What buisness do you have with me? The Beast gives Narz a hard stare as if anticipating something. You all (using your passive perceptions) notice that the Mercenary leader is keeping a tight grip on her empty pint, as if ready to improvised a weapon. From her body language Claire and Aeyd can also tell that she definitely looks like she's expecting trouble and ready for it.
Back with Torsus.
Lifferlas smiles and says in his slow and deep voice I see, an admirable goal. It is true that I've never met one of your kind and I've been around for quite a long time myself, though its possible I may have forgotten. But its true that out of the many stories I have memorized not one has one of your kind as the hero. It will make me happy to hear your story when it is ready to be shared. As for the old dwarven King, it is widely accepted that Bruenor Battlehammer perished not long after the refounding of Gauntlgrym. I'm not sure what became of the other companions of the hall but its likely Hisndaughter and her husband Wulfgar have since died as well given the short lives of humans. The drows fate I'm afraid is unkown to me. If you were interested in learning more I would suggest a trip to Mithral Hall. I could never make such a trip but you might find it interesting, there's a lot of history in those old dwarven settlements. When asked about questions he might have the tree thinks on it for a bit and says Well yes, I do. I suppose I'm curious how your people came to be. I was given life by a powerful druid, but am different from the treants in the Grove yet also similar. I wonder if you are more like me or more like the Treants or maybe even different all together. I wonder what if any magicncan be attributed to your peoples creation. Oh and where you are from of course.
Noticing the Beasts’s demeanor, Claire sets a hand on her holy symbol, her previous expression replaced by a concerned but piercing gaze. “We’re not here to cause any trouble... I think,” she says, her eyes shifting over to look at Narz. “Right?”
Narz looks first back to Claire in a sidelong look and raised brow, then back to Dakkurz for a closer once over. The corners of his lips twitch upward in the briefest smile before he faintly nods as much in answer to Claire, as it was in respect to The Beast. He then clasped his hands together just above the belly button. A call sign most hobgoblins would understand as quiet admission of belonging to or an associate of the devestator corps;hobgoblins trained in the arcane arts to learn some of the most devastating war time magics possible. It was also a "polite" warning that though his hands may be far from any visible weapons, he was not without his means of protection and offense if things got dicey. And it was not a call sign used by some initiate likely to be too unskilled or slow as to use it as a bluff, as it took genuine training to earn the right. Those that try often had their reflexes tested, and suffered extreme punishment upon failure.
A few seconds is all he gives to guage her reaction, and have at least one question in the back of his mind about her origin. "To start then, Ma'am, I had been hoping to learn how long your contract was with this settlement here, and your bands rates. Could be I have another job for you. Though don't take this the wrong way, as it doesn't involve this settlement. I've -- We've already been told about the lot working with hill giants."
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The Mercenary leader continues to give Narz a hard stare before glancing down at his hands when he makes his signal. She smirks and after Narz mentions a job she eases her grip on her pint. Well, If you're looking to hire im afraid you'll have to wait, though I'd be willing to hear about this job of yours. However I've already made an agreement with the Abbot to stick around until he sure the threat of giant attack is passed. Truth is we'd stick around anyway, call it in house clean up. That band of goblins of heard are working with the giants? Well some of them were our own. I'm banking they'll show back up one of these days and we can take care of that little problem. After that if you have a job we'll hear ya out. Dakkurz turns around and takes a seat at the bar. Another round Miros. The barkeep pours another round at the request. When Dakkurz speaks the man's name Rillex pokes his head up and flys in the air to get a view of Miros. Upon seeing him he flying over and lands on the Yetis shoulder, purring and rubbing his face against the Yetis own. Miros looks confused at first and then shock upon seeing the Tressym. Rillex that you little guy? Ain't seen you in years! What you doing with these folk? The Tressyms ears flatten as Rillex gets a sad look on his face at the thought of events leading him here.
Torsus listened intently to the responses, nodding, and 'ah-hah'ing at several points throughout it, seeming sad that such an epic figure could potentially be dead, as well as anyone else who may have had firsthand knowledge of the events but such was things dealing with historical events. Though the fact the Drow may be alive piques his curiosity, and he may some day attempt to follow up on that lead. Shaking his head to clear the intrigue from his mind so he could answer the tree's questions. To be quite honest, I don't know the origin of my race... It's never been something that was relevant to my peoples longevity... My people seek out knowledge to further our race, and to defend ourselves at the end of our lives so our offspring may flourish, but we seldom look back at our own past. So I'm afraid I won't be able to answer that question if only because I do not have the answer. However I can answer the question of my personal origin. I was born on the northernmost tip of the southernmost peninsula created by the mountains within the Lake of Steam. And have since growing enough, traveled the world to the best of my ability learning and seeking out knowledge where I can find it, so that I can one day pass it onto my own offspring.
However I have lived nearly double my species normal life span, and I am not quite sure as to why. Perhaps one of my mistakes has such a benefit, but I do not know for certain. I eventually found myself working with the Bladesemmers and thus, here I am, brought to you.
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Aeyd complacently follows along with the majority of the group, mainly gazing and quietly oogling about the town as they made their way. So much so, she doesn't even notice Torsus' departure. She looks around for the tortle, but he is no where to be seen. She feels a small pang of worry, but it goes away as quickly as it had appeared. Had Torsus been unable to defend himself, then he would not have been chosen for this job, and she was certain he would find their way back to them anyhow.
When they make their way inside the Northfurrow's End, her eyes immediately lock onto the yeti at the bar. Never would she have thought she would have met a Yeti in the flesh! Although, when he mentions he was used to the gawking, Aeyd rips her gaze away to get a better look at the establishment instead, not wanting to be rude. Their eyes eventually would fall upon the new arrival Dakkurs, and listen on the conversation Narz started up with her, but eventually, she sees Rillex move over to Miros to give him a good cuddle.
There's a small look of adoration on her visage for a moment, finding the scene cute, and it falls when the Yeti speaks of not seeing him over a few years. "Oh? You know of Rillex? You wouldn't happen to know his owner and where they may be, would you? We are looking to reunite him with them to fulfill a promise for another pair of our compatriots who was unable to do so."
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Miros pets Rillex a little before responding to Aeyd. Well of course I know Rillex. He was but a kitten last I visited though. Lives with my parents up in Nightstone. Question is, why is he with you folk? You see Miros's expression to from suspicion to worry and he asks Hey you folks are travelers right? Did ya come from Nightstone? Did something happen there? In the room the goblin called Gum-Gum perks up at the mention of Nightstone. Having not payed attention to what was going on she says excitedly Oh yes Gum-Gum know this! She came from Nightstone before she find boss. Big giants in the sky dropped rocks on all the humans there then fly away. Gum-Gum and old friends loot for food but then get beat up by new humans. Oh Gum-Gum seen that cat! Was with friend Nadaar! Where is Nadaar? Gum-Gum looks around your group looking for someone not there. At the mention of Nadaar Dakkurs goes a bit wide eyes and mutters to herself Nah, Can't be.
Miros looks pretty distraught at Gum-Gums claim and looks to the party for confirmation. You should all remember the note left to you by Zack and Nadia, which mentioned Nightstone, a settlement a couple days southeast of Waterdeep, was destroyed by cloud Giants shortly before they had arrived. They had rescued some of the villagers including the innkeeper Morak who had given the party a letter explaining everything to be delivered to Miros, whose parents were killed on the attack. Claire has the letter on her. Given that information anyone with a passive perception of 13 or higher can tell that Miros is not an actual Yeti but a human, a very hair one, likely from a birth defect. Also on thet same note Zacks note about events up till now did mention a black dragonborn in their party named Nadaar who had died prior to the reaching Daggerford.
Torsus, the tree listens with interest to your tale and says I see. How curious that you have lived so long beyond your peoples usual limits. Still it is not so unusual, I've meet many who well outlive what is to be expected though they are usually druids of some power, such as my creator for example. What what is it that brings you here exactly?
Rollo looks at the rest of the group, looking for someone who knew Nadaar to speak, then realizing that he and Claire are somehow the senior members of the party now. He gives a gentle cough to call attention to himself before speaking. "I am sorry to have to confirm it, but what the goblin says is true. Nightstone was bombarded and destroyed by cloud giants. I believe one of my companions has a note for you which may explain more. As for Nadaar, I'm afraid that he has been called back to the halls of the gods. I never met him personally but I know two of his companions who spoke well of him and mourned his loss. And I am sorry to have to be the one to deliver the news to you as well."
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