Lost Mine of Phandelver

Ronk looks up and Vanzaren. "Hmm? Oh! No. No, I kind of like this... This library sounds neat."

"What library Ronk?" Asks Rigel.

Marcon says nothing, but looks just as equally confused as Rigel.

Rigel's primal awareness detects the presence of the dead dragon and as before several undead townspeople, but then his innate senses light up as he detects the sudden presence of a creature he has never encountered before: a celestial being. And a powerful one - his primal awareness has never felt so strongly and the sensory overload nearly knocks him to his knees. Unlike with the other creatures he could sense, Rigel felt he had no reason to fear the celestial or need to eliminate it from the face of Toril.

"Suit yourself," Vanzaren says with a smile, tucking the spell scrolls away for later transcribing. "And I agree," he turns to the druid, "trying to bring Gundren back should be our number one priority. Anything else you need?"

Rigel swoons a bit and falls against the door jam as a wave of well being sweeps through him.

"Yes lets get Gundren back to life but first I believe we have company. I'm sensing a creature of great benevolence near by. Come on I wish to lay eyes on this being." 

Rigel takes a breath to steady himself then crosses the chamber oblivious to the actions or words of the rest. He makes his way to the same window that Marcon stood at moments before. Seeing the Unicorn he awkwardly squirms his way through only to fall to a knee outside. He bows his head in reverence to the embodiment of the spirit of nature to which he has pledged his life.

Ronk holds up his pamphlet. "This Candlekeep place. You have to have a book they don't have already in order to get in, though..." Ronk trails off as he watches Rigel squirm through the window. "Uh... There's a door... Isn't there?"

 "What the f-... Yea, there is one. Aww man... don't tell me he's trip'n too." Marcon says, looking flabbergasted at where Rigel disappeared at. "Aight. Think that's our cue to at least get outta this building. Preferably 'fer the fumes start get'n to the rest of ya as well." With that, the human made his way for the cottage exit, if not some back entrance, in the event the mammoth that was Rediroth hadn't knocked something down and barred it.

In any event, once Marcon does get outside and see the procession again, almost no amount of awesome presence being exuded by the creature won't be enough to keep from shaking his head once, before then lowering his head, squeezing his eyes shut, and pinching the bridge of his nose. "Aight... no denying it now... We all died back there, or that poison.. much more potent than I thought."

The brilliant creature strode slowly up the lane, its head held low as if to signify it came peacefully. As it approached Marcon, who was still unsure that what he was seeing was real, the unicorn's horn began to glow. The soft light quickly intinsified to bright, almost blinding light as the celestial touched the tip of the horn to the farmboy's forhead. A hauntingly beautiful voice fills the air: "Human...you hath restored the balance of nature in this land for many generations to come. Meilikki wishes to thank you for your bravery in the face of certain death..."

The air around the party thrums with power as Marcon feels a surge of nature magic coursing through his body. In his mind's eye, he saw glimpses of ivy growing up and around a dragonoid form and then dragging it down into the earth, dead flowers springing back to life and blooming, cleansing rain washing away mold and decay from stone structures, and bright, radiant sunshine...

Garet amazed by presence of the unicorn bends on one knee. 'Welcome great forest spirit'

Ronk leans out the window and watches what's happening. "Is that weird horse talking?"

Being a might distracted contemplating the truth's and falsehoods of the situation, Marcon fails to react to the celestial's approach until he felt its horn touch his forehead. Stunned, confused, and a feeling a few other complicated emotions, Marcon becomes the closest thing to a statue. And despite the light, his eyes flitted about as if seeing something  for a little while, before finally its too much for the young man. He closed his eyes against the glare, and without conscious thought, he pictured himself at the dragon's grave site, kneeling before it.

".. I... ain't the one she should be thanking, but..." He muttered as the 'other Marcon' dug his hands into the earth. "I'll, Marcon, do my best, I guess.. to be worth of it." He adds quietly as an ivy vine like tattoo grew up from his hands and about his arms in a spiraling pattern, before covering over the part of the chest directly over the heart. So long as the charm remained, so too would the mark of it, his chosen weapon, if subconsciously so, being the very body risked in facing the dragon. After the magic finishes its work, Marcon tries to look away to look the unicorn up and down, then awkwardly bows his head. "And uh... on behalf of everyone else 'ere, ya'll welcome?"

The unicorn approaches Garet next, who does not immediately see since he is knealt with his bowed in reverence. The voice booms:

"Faithful firbolg, last of your tribe, your dedication to me has not gone unnoticed. Though this dragon was a plague upon the land, your efforts to preserve life are commendable. While I cannot abide this dragon to live in the this place, I shall instead put the soul of Gundren Rockseeker back into its mortal coil. Thank you, healer of nature..."

The unicorn then strides over to Spit and Stopit, who were standing with mouths agape at the sight of the beautifiul creature. "Those of your ilk do not often behave as you do. Whether purposeful or accidental, your noble efforts have pleased Meilikki...though your appearance does not...." The unicorn's horn flashed brightly temporarily blinding everyone. When the bright light faded, two tiny pegasi stood in the goblins' place. A second later, the unicorn sprung into the air, diving into the thicket to the west of the tower cottage and was gone from sight.

"So," Vanzaren looks to the druid, "anything else you need help with?"

“You could scare off those cultists that have taken up residence in the southeast part of Thundertree... and I guess I can give this back to you...” says Reidoth handing the invisibility potion back to Vanzaren.

 "Uhhh.... uhm.... So, that happened," Marcon mentions as stood staring at the newly transformed goblins. "Ya'll fellas gonna be aight?" He asked. If the pair at least nods, then the ex-farmhand at least sighs in relief. "Oh vey.... well, uh... shoot... Uhm... oof... I s'pose ya can never know fully what sorta bless'n yer gonna get from the gods until ya have'm. But I'm sure that'll prolly, just uh... wear off after a bit too... Maybe--" Marcon abruptly paused there to look at Rediroth and the others. "Right, those guys. We should -- wait, no.. there's gundren too. Mmn... uh... Guess we can talk to Gundren now next, and then settle that other matter. Doubt he'll be much of any a moving mood after being brought back to life." 

Yeah lets get back to Gundren." Agrees Rigel.

Garet looks at Stopit and Spit.. "I ..I t..think they s..should s..stay here.. with Reidoth" 

Though their physical shapes had changed drastically, it was apparent that the personalities of former goblins Spit and Stopit had been unaltered...when Marcon turns his attention toward the two mini-pegasi, he found them trying to bite one another like a pair of yearling pups. They paid him almost no mind, each of them knowing that if they broke their concentration for just a second to respond to Marcon's question, their opponent would certainly find a tender patch of flesh to sink equestrian teeth into...

A moment later, the echo of an angry, gravelly voice in the unmistakably dwarvish brogue accent could be heard coming from Reidoth's cottage all the way up on top of the hill where the party was still gathered around the tower: "Where's me map?! Where is it now?! Consarnit! If that smelly rug with arms took me map, I'll yank 'em off him and beat him t'death with 'em!!"

Reidoth seemed wholly unamused by the entire ordeal...the dragon fight, the appearance of an avatar of the Nature Goddess herself, the glorious transformation of goblins...all of it. Just about the time the unicorn dove into the thicket and disappeared, the druid was finishing up his foot massage. He strapped his sandals back on and strolled over to Ronk and Vanzaren. "You can keep that, all of it. Anything you find in here is yours. Probably not as good as what they got though," he says while rolling his eyes at the group outside. "Apparently, Meilikki 'chose' them...they're 'chosen' now...." he said while making quotes in the air with his fingers.

Vanzaren nods, and something suddenly dawns on him, "Sorry... did a Unicorn just show up, insult their appearance, and then change them? Is that rude? That feels rude... but also its a unicorn..." he shrugs off his confusion and waves goodbye to the druid, "Farewell, and thank you!" He turns to go dig around in the tower.