"Wonderful dear," chirps Halia. "Just see that you don't mention the collection and delivery of Glasstaff's correspondence to anyone...I am paying for your discretion as much as for your blades. And if you find anything of value that you don't intend to keep, don't forget to bring it by here for an appraisal. We pay gold on the spot for your unneeded treasures..."
"I'll be sure to keep that in mind," Vanzaren nods his head to her. "Have a good day Mame!" With that, Vanzaren starts to leave, before remembering the statue in his pocket. "Pardon the interruption," he says, pulling it out of his pocket. "But is this worth anything to you? It's non magical, but I fear if I were to hand on to it for my sister I might get mugged for it."
Ronk stands as Rigel approaches. "The kid said he knew of a hideout. I was hoping he'd show us, but maybe he'll give good directions to Marcon." The bugbear shrugs. "Let's find Garet."
"Ah...beautiful indeed," marvels Halia as she brings a monocle up to her eye for closer inspection of the frog statue. "Yes...excellent golden filigree, no missing stones, minor abrasions consistent with travel inside a pocket or pouch...I'll give you forty gold pieces for it," the woman announces with a tone of finality in her voice that indicates she is not looking to negotiate.
(OOC: you may make a Charisma (Persuasion) check at DC 15 to try to convince Halia to increase her offer by 2d4 additional gold pieces. If the check fails, she lowers her offer by the same amount.)
Ronk and Rigel find Garet sleeping soundly in the bed of a wagon similar to the one with which they traveled to Phandalin. A small family of mice has curled up near his chin whiskers, and the small dog that met the end of the ruffian's boot the night before has nested into the crook of the firbolg's legs. Several pigeons purr and coo as they pluck back and forth along the edge of the wooden cart but then take wing and fly off as the human and bugbear approach closer.
Marcon, despite it all, couldn't help but smirk at both the kids precociousness and tenacity in seeking to undermine the Redbrands. But as the seriousness of the situation began to drift back into focus once more, the smirk gave way to one of quiet determination. Once more the young man finds himself kneeling before Carp, and with a hand on the youth's shoulder say,"You've done good, little brother. But if'n ya don't mind, leave the next part up to me and me...frrriends-" He furrows his brows at the last part, before lightly shaking his head.
"You've already shouldered enough of a burden on behalf of Phandalin doing what ya done for it. Now it's time fer the adults to start pulling their weight." He smiled softly. "Besides, if somethin' were to happen to ya, I'm sure yer Ma would be awfully sad. And ya don't wanna makeher sad, do ya?" He paused to let the words sink in. "And don't ya worry. When it's all over, we'll make sure that ya get the proper credit fer taking on the brunt of things up until now. Shoot! If ya play it smart, and leave things to us here, ya Ma might even be convinced ye'll be wise enough to go on REAL adventures."
Once he sees that Carp is at least mollified for the moment, he pats him on the shoulder one last time, then stands back up to his full height. "Don't know what's take'n the others so long. But if that's all, I'm gonna see 'bout wrangling them."
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After a few minutes of setting up shop, the elder gnome accompanying Halia counts out forty gold pieces and delivers the payment to Vanzaren with both hands cupped, barely containing the pile of coins. He gives the young man a sly wink from beneath his bushy white brows.
MEANWHILE, AT THE STONEHILL INN:
"It's settled then," says Harbin Wester. Glancing to the side, he sees Spit and Stopit with their faces pressed against the window, seemingly enraptured by the conversation that has been taking place. "I believe the rest of your...friends...are waiting for you outside. Perhaps you should collect them and make haste for Tresendar Manor before the hour gets any later..."
Emerging from the tavern room of the inn, Marcon finds the morning brisk and bright. Circling around to the back, he meets Rigel and Ronk passing the time while Garet collects himself and gently shakes the last few mice free from his beard. Vanzaren is the only unaccounted for member of the group, having departed the inn earlier for a morning stroll through the town.
Since everybody is running last minute errands Rigel decides to head to the miners exchange.to swap the gold teeth he's been carrying. Returning as soon as possible to this spot to await the rest.
Rigel's gold teeth fetch a price of 1 gp each. After making their purchases, the party reconvenes behind Stonehill's only to realize that no one has been watching the goblins...a few tense moments later, the back door to the tavern swings open full force and Toblen walks out with a dour look upon his face and a goblin...thoroughly drunk...in each hand by the ankle. Spit and Stopit giggle wickedly while slap-fighting as they swing to and fro, upside-down, just barely beyond one another's grasp...
Stopit hiccups a couple of times in rapid succession followed by a surge of vomit that douses the innkeeper's boots. Toblen looks down at his feet, then back at Garet and the others before holding the goblins out at arm's reach and releasing them both to the ground with a muffled **splop**
"Yer owe fer a half keg o' mead," he grumbles as the two rascals continue slap-fighting one another from their prone position, "and a new pair o' boots..."
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Marcon facepalms and shakes his head. "Saw them... should've started with them...." He mutters just prior to trailing off into a sigh. "Sorry bout that as well, Mr. Toblen sir. Here as well. It's the last of ma gold at this point, but ya have my most solemn promises to pay back the rest as soon as I can." He says as took out his pouch. But following a moment of hesitation with taking the gold out, he shakes his head, and hands over the whole pouch over to Toblen. "Take it all, in fact, but I'll stay true to ma word."
The innkeeper accepts the reimbursement for his losses, counts out 10 gold pieces, but then drops them all back into the small pouch and tosses it back to Marcon. "Ah, forget about it," he says, "yer doin' a great service to our town by goin' after those Redbrands. I know they got a few barrels o' me mead in their hidey hole, maybe just be sure I get 'em back...and keep yer eyes peeled for one of em with a decent pair o' leathers on 'is feet...you run them bastards out o' here never to return and I'll call it even. Maybe just keep a close eye on these two, eh?"
With supplies purchased and the party now fully assembled, the party seems ready to assault the Redbrand hideout, somewhere beneath the sagging old manor house at the top of the hill on the east side of town.
(OOC: the party will need to declare which entrance they intend to take: secret tunnel or through the kitchen of the house proper. Also, need to determine who is in the lead.)
Vanzaren glares down at the two goblins. "Yes, you two. We're going to have words..." before he smiles. "So what way shall we go down into the depths of enemy territory?"
"The manor, Ronk. Lil' Carp gave some good directions, and its somethin' we should keep in mind as far as places they might flee towards. The uh, 'main entrance' fer 'em, dat is."Marcon explains along the way. "Tempting as it would be to hit'em there, chances are they'll at least more likely to have a guard or two there, see'n as its the way most used. No point guard'n someplace ya already know is hidden even better, after all."
"And wit' dat bein' da case. One wrong move, and we'll have to worry 'bout a guard running and warning the rest. So, with any luck will get the drop on 'em without needing to put nearly as much effort through the kitchen way."
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"Well how could I say no to such a polite offer," Vanzaren laughs. "I'll have to ask my associates, but it shouldn't be too much trouble."
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Mindartis Liadon - Eladrin Barbarian | Naivara Siannodel - Half Elf Ranger
Arrila Evenwood - Half Elf Paladin | Callaphe of Setessa - Human Rogue
Katernin Nemetsk - Aasimar Cleric | Melody - Tiefling Bard
"Wonderful dear," chirps Halia. "Just see that you don't mention the collection and delivery of Glasstaff's correspondence to anyone...I am paying for your discretion as much as for your blades. And if you find anything of value that you don't intend to keep, don't forget to bring it by here for an appraisal. We pay gold on the spot for your unneeded treasures..."
"I'll be sure to keep that in mind," Vanzaren nods his head to her. "Have a good day Mame!" With that, Vanzaren starts to leave, before remembering the statue in his pocket. "Pardon the interruption," he says, pulling it out of his pocket. "But is this worth anything to you? It's non magical, but I fear if I were to hand on to it for my sister I might get mugged for it."
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Mindartis Liadon - Eladrin Barbarian | Naivara Siannodel - Half Elf Ranger
Arrila Evenwood - Half Elf Paladin | Callaphe of Setessa - Human Rogue
Katernin Nemetsk - Aasimar Cleric | Melody - Tiefling Bard
Ronk stands as Rigel approaches. "The kid said he knew of a hideout. I was hoping he'd show us, but maybe he'll give good directions to Marcon." The bugbear shrugs. "Let's find Garet."
"Ah...beautiful indeed," marvels Halia as she brings a monocle up to her eye for closer inspection of the frog statue. "Yes...excellent golden filigree, no missing stones, minor abrasions consistent with travel inside a pocket or pouch...I'll give you forty gold pieces for it," the woman announces with a tone of finality in her voice that indicates she is not looking to negotiate.
(OOC: you may make a Charisma (Persuasion) check at DC 15 to try to convince Halia to increase her offer by 2d4 additional gold pieces. If the check fails, she lowers her offer by the same amount.)
Ronk and Rigel find Garet sleeping soundly in the bed of a wagon similar to the one with which they traveled to Phandalin. A small family of mice has curled up near his chin whiskers, and the small dog that met the end of the ruffian's boot the night before has nested into the crook of the firbolg's legs. Several pigeons purr and coo as they pluck back and forth along the edge of the wooden cart but then take wing and fly off as the human and bugbear approach closer.
"I think that sounds like a very good pr," Vanzaren says. "It's a deal!"
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Katernin Nemetsk - Aasimar Cleric | Melody - Tiefling Bard
Marcon, despite it all, couldn't help but smirk at both the kids precociousness and tenacity in seeking to undermine the Redbrands. But as the seriousness of the situation began to drift back into focus once more, the smirk gave way to one of quiet determination. Once more the young man finds himself kneeling before Carp, and with a hand on the youth's shoulder say,"You've done good, little brother. But if'n ya don't mind, leave the next part up to me and me...frrriends-" He furrows his brows at the last part, before lightly shaking his head.
"You've already shouldered enough of a burden on behalf of Phandalin doing what ya done for it. Now it's time fer the adults to start pulling their weight." He smiled softly. "Besides, if somethin' were to happen to ya, I'm sure yer Ma would be awfully sad. And ya don't wanna makeher sad, do ya?" He paused to let the words sink in. "And don't ya worry. When it's all over, we'll make sure that ya get the proper credit fer taking on the brunt of things up until now. Shoot! If ya play it smart, and leave things to us here, ya Ma might even be convinced ye'll be wise enough to go on REAL adventures."
Once he sees that Carp is at least mollified for the moment, he pats him on the shoulder one last time, then stands back up to his full height. "Don't know what's take'n the others so long. But if that's all, I'm gonna see 'bout wrangling them."
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After a few minutes of setting up shop, the elder gnome accompanying Halia counts out forty gold pieces and delivers the payment to Vanzaren with both hands cupped, barely containing the pile of coins. He gives the young man a sly wink from beneath his bushy white brows.
MEANWHILE, AT THE STONEHILL INN:
"It's settled then," says Harbin Wester. Glancing to the side, he sees Spit and Stopit with their faces pressed against the window, seemingly enraptured by the conversation that has been taking place. "I believe the rest of your...friends...are waiting for you outside. Perhaps you should collect them and make haste for Tresendar Manor before the hour gets any later..."
Emerging from the tavern room of the inn, Marcon finds the morning brisk and bright. Circling around to the back, he meets Rigel and Ronk passing the time while Garet collects himself and gently shakes the last few mice free from his beard. Vanzaren is the only unaccounted for member of the group, having departed the inn earlier for a morning stroll through the town.
Vanzaren accepts the gold and goes to the Lion Shield, purchasing studded leather armor and a scimitar before leaving to return to the inn.
Elra Skylash - Human Cleric | Vanzaren Tanidoni - Half Elf Wizard
Mindartis Liadon - Eladrin Barbarian | Naivara Siannodel - Half Elf Ranger
Arrila Evenwood - Half Elf Paladin | Callaphe of Setessa - Human Rogue
Katernin Nemetsk - Aasimar Cleric | Melody - Tiefling Bard
If made known to him prior, Marcon also stops by the Lionshield Coster and Barthen's provisions to pick up a few choice items...
Healer's Kit - 5gp
Lantern, Hooded - 5gp
Silk Rope - 10gp
Caltrops - 2gp(for 2bags)
Manacles - 2gp
Oil Flask - 1gp (for 10)
Crowbar - 2gp
Sling + Bullets - 1sp
Total: 27gp, 1sp
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Since everybody is running last minute errands Rigel decides to head to the miners exchange.to swap the gold teeth he's been carrying. Returning as soon as possible to this spot to await the rest.
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Garet is good to go with what he has for now (where are gobblins ? )
Rigel's gold teeth fetch a price of 1 gp each. After making their purchases, the party reconvenes behind Stonehill's only to realize that no one has been watching the goblins...a few tense moments later, the back door to the tavern swings open full force and Toblen walks out with a dour look upon his face and a goblin...thoroughly drunk...in each hand by the ankle. Spit and Stopit giggle wickedly while slap-fighting as they swing to and fro, upside-down, just barely beyond one another's grasp...
Stopit hiccups a couple of times in rapid succession followed by a surge of vomit that douses the innkeeper's boots. Toblen looks down at his feet, then back at Garet and the others before holding the goblins out at arm's reach and releasing them both to the ground with a muffled **splop**
"Yer owe fer a half keg o' mead," he grumbles as the two rascals continue slap-fighting one another from their prone position, "and a new pair o' boots..."
Garet will give Toblen one gold coin per goblin "i h..hope this will cover t.the c..cost"
He grabs both goblins from the ground and speaks in goblin "Will you be nice today or I will have to rope you to my belt ?"
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Marcon facepalms and shakes his head. "Saw them... should've started with them...." He mutters just prior to trailing off into a sigh. "Sorry bout that as well, Mr. Toblen sir. Here as well. It's the last of ma gold at this point, but ya have my most solemn promises to pay back the rest as soon as I can." He says as took out his pouch. But following a moment of hesitation with taking the gold out, he shakes his head, and hands over the whole pouch over to Toblen. "Take it all, in fact, but I'll stay true to ma word."
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The innkeeper accepts the reimbursement for his losses, counts out 10 gold pieces, but then drops them all back into the small pouch and tosses it back to Marcon. "Ah, forget about it," he says, "yer doin' a great service to our town by goin' after those Redbrands. I know they got a few barrels o' me mead in their hidey hole, maybe just be sure I get 'em back...and keep yer eyes peeled for one of em with a decent pair o' leathers on 'is feet...you run them bastards out o' here never to return and I'll call it even. Maybe just keep a close eye on these two, eh?"
With supplies purchased and the party now fully assembled, the party seems ready to assault the Redbrand hideout, somewhere beneath the sagging old manor house at the top of the hill on the east side of town.
(OOC: the party will need to declare which entrance they intend to take: secret tunnel or through the kitchen of the house proper. Also, need to determine who is in the lead.)
Vanzaren glares down at the two goblins. "Yes, you two. We're going to have words..." before he smiles. "So what way shall we go down into the depths of enemy territory?"
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Mindartis Liadon - Eladrin Barbarian | Naivara Siannodel - Half Elf Ranger
Arrila Evenwood - Half Elf Paladin | Callaphe of Setessa - Human Rogue
Katernin Nemetsk - Aasimar Cleric | Melody - Tiefling Bard
Ronk scratches his cheek, sparing a frowning look to the goblins. "Do we know where we're going? Did that kid have good directions?"
"The manor, Ronk. Lil' Carp gave some good directions, and its somethin' we should keep in mind as far as places they might flee towards. The uh, 'main entrance' fer 'em, dat is." Marcon explains along the way. "Tempting as it would be to hit'em there, chances are they'll at least more likely to have a guard or two there, see'n as its the way most used. No point guard'n someplace ya already know is hidden even better, after all."
"And wit' dat bein' da case. One wrong move, and we'll have to worry 'bout a guard running and warning the rest. So, with any luck will get the drop on 'em without needing to put nearly as much effort through the kitchen way."
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