The officer steps forward after letting you introduce yourselves. "Adam here lost his group to the lizards. His group was the one that began their hunt the night of. He managed to get back to us a few hours after you headed out." The officer's eyes settle on the head you're carrying, and he gives a grim nod. "Good, good... Well then, your hunt is completed. I suppose you've earned these." He pulls out a stack of papers, and begins to rifle through them, selecting a few letters emblazoned with a wax seal of a deep blue. He holds out these letters to you all, explaining; "Here, this is proof of your services in this endeavor, and should be presented for the marshal. He will be waiting for you near the Great Gate."
Thank you, officer. We killed the beast, aye, and her offspring, too. One of the chambers in this cave was her hatchery. We destroyed the eggs we found, but another look by another party would be a good idea even so..
Adam, you are a stalwart fellow I see, and something of the divine as well, yes?
“I suppose you can say that, I’m somewhat of a mercenary, in fact the only reason I’m here is because the group that is now dead hired me to help them, now that their dead I figured I may as well finish what they started. As for the divine part, I follow the guidance of Balinor, but even our bond is more similar to that of an employer and employee, he grants me strength and guidance in return I do as he requests of me. Whether it be aiding at a medical clinic pro-bono, or going halfway across the globe to bury another unluckier one of his clerics.”
Adam speaks in a somewhat somber tone, he then turns to whomever is carrying the head.
(uhhgggg.... The post was half completed yesterday, because i had to run to work, and I updated it with more info when I got back, but I guess that didn't take. give me a sec to write up the next bit.)
He nods, "Yes, I'll have send a detachment to sweep for any stragglers, but hopefully you got them all. Now then, we'll take care of cleanup here, you should be head over soon for your induction into the caravan' roster. Good luck, and may the lights keep you safe." He turns around, and with a motion of his hand, half of the guards that were following him head down into the forest, the rest following him back up to the damaged farmhouse when you had stayed our first night here.
I'm not so sure. The freshly dead and still juicy corpses of the lizards smelled thoroughly foul and rotten, almost like month old gangrene. The smell was so off that I decided against cooking them. I'm only just starting to learn of the Ways of the Spirits myself, and yet I couldn't help thinking that making armour out of them would have been like begging Gruumsh for a job - highly profitable in the short term if you takes my meaning.
Tamoda accepts a paper from the human officer and reads it.
(The Apex's fangs are bout the size of an adult human's hand.)
The wax seal breaks off, and the letter in the envelope details how the bearer has completed the task given to them, either by accomplishing a great victory, or surviving a terrible onslaught, and are to be admitted into the ranks of the caravan party. The letter is signed at the bottom by a "Corporal Horace", and addressed to the "Chairman".
Sihnion hands around some of the goodberries he conjured the previous evening.
Using spell slot recovered through natural recovery prior to the long rest.
Thank you, Master Sihnion. These berries are good. :-)
With your... impromptu breakfast complete, you notice a contingent of guards moving down the trail, the officer from yesterday at the head.
Alongside him is a new face, a bearded man with brown eyes and hair, dressed in the garb of not a guard, but rather an adventurer, like yourselves.
The officer raises his hand, calling for your group to come forward.
Sihnion steps forward and hails the officer, whilst appraising the bearded adventurer.
((Insight 14))
A joke crosses Tamoda's mind, watching the group approaching (wasn't us, officers, we have an alibibi) but he thought better of it.
Top of the morning to you all. I am Tamoda, this is Sihnion. We killed the beast. Here's the head.
Thasla bows to the group, looking as to whether the officer and guards seem confrontational, cordial, etc.
Insight: 11
“Pleasure you meet you Tamoda and Shinion, I am Adam.”
The bearded man now identified as Adam, extends his hand.
"Adam. Good to make your acquaintance; my name is Thasla." the silver-haired aasimar replies as she shakes his hand.
Grim brings up the rear. “Are we headed back then to get this wrapped up?”
Paladin - warforged - orange
The officer steps forward after letting you introduce yourselves. "Adam here lost his group to the lizards. His group was the one that began their hunt the night of. He managed to get back to us a few hours after you headed out." The officer's eyes settle on the head you're carrying, and he gives a grim nod. "Good, good... Well then, your hunt is completed. I suppose you've earned these." He pulls out a stack of papers, and begins to rifle through them, selecting a few letters emblazoned with a wax seal of a deep blue. He holds out these letters to you all, explaining; "Here, this is proof of your services in this endeavor, and should be presented for the marshal. He will be waiting for you near the Great Gate."
Thank you, officer. We killed the beast, aye, and her offspring, too. One of the chambers in this cave was her hatchery. We destroyed the eggs we found, but another look by another party would be a good idea even so..
Adam, you are a stalwart fellow I see, and something of the divine as well, yes?
“I suppose you can say that, I’m somewhat of a mercenary, in fact the only reason I’m here is because the group that is now dead hired me to help them, now that their dead I figured I may as well finish what they started. As for the divine part, I follow the guidance of Balinor, but even our bond is more similar to that of an employer and employee, he grants me strength and guidance in return I do as he requests of me. Whether it be aiding at a medical clinic pro-bono, or going halfway across the globe to bury another unluckier one of his clerics.”
Adam speaks in a somewhat somber tone, he then turns to whomever is carrying the head.
”mind if I take a tooth or two from that thing?”
“Knock yourself out”, Sihnion grins, “Was tempted to have its hide made into armour myself, but I was persuaded that it might be a tad whiffy.”
"That sounds like wonderful work that you do. Impressive." Thasla says to Adam as she takes a paper from the officer.
(uhhgggg.... The post was half completed yesterday, because i had to run to work, and I updated it with more info when I got back, but I guess that didn't take. give me a sec to write up the next bit.)
He nods, "Yes, I'll have send a detachment to sweep for any stragglers, but hopefully you got them all. Now then, we'll take care of cleanup here, you should be head over soon for your induction into the caravan' roster. Good luck, and may the lights keep you safe." He turns around, and with a motion of his hand, half of the guards that were following him head down into the forest, the rest following him back up to the damaged farmhouse when you had stayed our first night here.
Adam will rip out the two largest and sharpest teeth he can from the jaw of the beast
(about how large are these teeth?)
”if we clean it properly and soak it then we could probably make good use of the hide and more or less neutralize the odor.”
I'm not so sure. The freshly dead and still juicy corpses of the lizards smelled thoroughly foul and rotten, almost like month old gangrene. The smell was so off that I decided against cooking them. I'm only just starting to learn of the Ways of the Spirits myself, and yet I couldn't help thinking that making armour out of them would have been like begging Gruumsh for a job - highly profitable in the short term if you takes my meaning.
Tamoda accepts a paper from the human officer and reads it.
(The Apex's fangs are bout the size of an adult human's hand.)
The wax seal breaks off, and the letter in the envelope details how the bearer has completed the task given to them, either by accomplishing a great victory, or surviving a terrible onslaught, and are to be admitted into the ranks of the caravan party. The letter is signed at the bottom by a "Corporal Horace", and addressed to the "Chairman".
(Perfect)
”I salvaged a couple of hides myself, though not very well. I’m sure that with a little soaking and tanning it’ll be decently useful.”