The leopard takes a solid hit from Khazan's swipe from his greataxe.
Re-roll to damage due to error: 17

The leopard recovers and strikes at the dwarf now wide open...
Melee Attack: 9 Damage: 11 = RESISTANT = 5 (piercing)
Advantage roll: 25

Dobin and Ruz are stunned by the raging dwarf crackling with lightening energy and sling their weapons from afar at the tiger...
Ranged Attack: 12 Damage: 4 (slashing)
Ranged Attack: 4 Damage: 5 (piercing)

You're up, Khazan!

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Wulcrath wheel the wagon, with Daffafle in the passenger seat, to other town's entrance to find the all boarding spaces are full with a sincere apology...

"I suppose we'll have to find a quiet, out of the way place to park and stay with the cart," Daffafle shrugs as they leave the full boarding stable. "I wonder what could be holding the others up." 

Khazan recklessy attacks again with his greataxe and activates storm aura: sea calling down a lightning on the beast.

Attack: 19 Damage: 12

Lightning damage: 4

DC Save: 13 (takes half damage if it succedes)

Leopard has advantage on the next attack on Khazan

Perception checks:
21  - Daffafle
14  - Wulcrath

A 50ft or so away from the town's entrance, you see a simple clearing in the flora; neat size for the wagon and grass for the donkeys. All the boxes, right?

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The Leopard roars in pain as it takes another hit. In desperation, it continues to attack.
Melee Attack: 18 Damage: 7 (piercing) = RESISTANCE = 4

The large car lets out a vicious bite, but the rage crackling through Khazan, he barely feels it...

Dobin and Ruz are keen to finish off the leopard once and for all!
Ranged Attack: 14 Damage: 1 (slashing)
Ranged Attack: 19 Damage: 5 (piercing)

With a spueching thud, a javelin lands in the neck of the beast and it goes limp

{End of Combat}

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Dobin walks over, "Well, lad, two for the price of one. Not a bad night, I say!"

Ruz looks at Khazan, "Well it's fur is little frazzled, but not that it matters! What the power ye got there, brother! You ain't no elgram spell-flinger, are ye?"

Khazan sits on the ground, rips off a piece of cloth from his pants and starts cleaning the blade of his greataxe.

"Me? A spell flinger? No no, I'm jus' a regular dwarf ...or I was 'till few days ago.  Not sure what happen', now wherever I go dron follows. But enough 'bout me, whatcha goin' tae do with yer leopard?"

"Looks like a good enough spot to me," Daffafle examines the clearing, then looks to Wulcrath. "I suppose one of us should try to go find the others...they won't know were we've moved the cart. I can stay with the donkeys if you'd like?"

Ruz gives Khazan a long look before shrugging and beginning to tie the leopard for travel.

Dobin continues a bit excited, "Well! You better see yourself to Moradin's temple, maybe they have answer?"

Khazan's perception check: 20

A large winged creature swoops in for a landing, just over the treetops of the travelling dwarves. Couldn't make it out though...

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Settling in is easy enough, from this part you can see large sparks and fireworks from the second tier of the town as if commemorating some sort of event.

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To Bart the lights dim, and flicker to a cool blue. A wordless song rings from all around; powerful and soothing, the attentions slides on audible silk. A bright light roars on the stage forcing a feminine silhouette as she glides towards the centre of the stage as the bright light quietens, she is seen in her entirety; the Duchess. Deep blue cloak stretches far across the stage, strapped at the shoulders. As a light blue material dress studded with shimmering stones,  the folds in the material focus onto the knot held in place by a metal-binding. Her red hair looped and tied with a single lock over one shoulder as she continues to sing in tones of inspiration and beauty...

For the most part, the song isn't in a language Bart understands until the last verse where she dips in Celestial, which is always a bit of shock to hear, especially so well...

A drop of light gathers and falls; a new dawn begins.
Glistening, blinding - it captures all within
The wanting, the fear, the anger can now only seep

There is an eruption of applause. The Duchess takes her bow, her elven ears now clearly visible as the lights begin to warm. Two figures help her from the stage and she takes a seat in another booth, mingling among other sparkling individuals.

"Marvellous! Just marvellous! I didn't catch a word, did you?" Edgar takes a sip of his wine.

“Just a few, but... it was wonderful. Maybe we should go try to talk to her, see if she can tell us?” Bart is already up and out of his seat

Wulcrath guides the Mules to the opening. "Ah, a suitable candidate for Mule and Wagon resting, perfect." 

Setting the reins down, Wulcrath begins to ponder as to where the Elf and Dwarf could be as he hops down.

"Sure, that sounds good, although it's up to you really. If you do, I'll try to be back here in a few hours, hopefully it doesn't take that long though..."

Khazan finishes cleaning his weapon, gets up and tosses the used cloth.

"Right. Well, 's been fun lads but I think its time fer me to get back tae town. I may go tae the temple, thanks fer the advice there."

He nods at Ruz and Dobin and heads back to town, weapon resting on his shoulder.

As Bart approaches the table, an elven women slips in front of him, and just as easy slips into Elvish, "Good evening, sir. What business do wish to present to The Duchess?"

((Bart, share your reply and a check you think it corresponds to, many please and many thanks))

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While travelling back Dobin yaps on, "Oh well the eyes fetch a fair price for the alchemists, while the fur can't be sold entirely, it'll still catch a penny. The meat is something we'll try a little interesting spin on a few dishes with the right seasonings. The bones, uh... Someone will buy em?"

"The teeth," Ruz pipes in, "We'll fashion you a necklace and send it in the morning."

((Sorry, realised I didn't answer your question! Feel free to say on OOC))

As parting ways with your kin and making your own way, Khazan bumps into Wulcrath and Daffafle having a quiet debate about something, looking mildly concerned...

“Oh, I’m sorry Miss. I didn’t realize... well, I just wanted to try to talk to her. She’s amazing. I speak a fair number of languages, but I only understood the Celestial part of her song. I am traveling- some friends and I are in a dangerous trade- and I was hoping I could hoping I could ask her about the rest of the song before I have to go.”

persuasion 12

Advantage roll: 12

The elf with long pale hair, slick back then drapes down a loose mossy green dress.

Keeping to elven, "Oh? Impressive. She is a bit busy; quite a few engagements, you see. I'll let her know a a'tel'quessir wants to talk. Name?" She gives a smile with a raised eyebrow. 

“Bart... er Bartholomew.” He stands up straight and brushes his hair back. “I understand if she’s busy.”

"Ah, there it is - the human in you. You have been blessed with a bright mind, though. Now, back to it..." With slight smile, the elven lady rolls her eyes as she turns to listen with smiles and enthusiasm to a thin human with a curled moustache spouting long words. Bart is sharp enough to see the small details of feigning interest.

"Brave of you, Bart!" Edgar speaks turning away from his dinner, his cheeks a touch rosy, "Did she tell you anything? Hidden meanings? Secrets of the lexicon?" He chuckles as digs into the shredded potato in cheese sauce, a patch of green leaves with a wonderful cut steak in a puddle of made sauce.

Daffafle nods at Wulcrath's words, then jumps as she catches sight of Khazan. 

"Khaz!" the halfling sighs in relief, her face quickly turning to one of concern as she recognizes a bite mark and other signs of battle on her friend. "What sort of beast were you attacked by? Are you alright?" 

(just for fun, seeing if Daff can recognize the bite mark from her ranger days: Nature: 3 )

Her frown deepens as she recognizes the creature to inflict such wounds. "Why were you wrestling a leopard?"

"Had tae kill some time while waitin' fer ye lot. Went fer a little hunt, it got a little rough but its nothin' a good sleep won't heal."
Khazan goes to Khaz Jr and Better Bart and start patting them on the head
"Why're ye out here? Did the umgi kick ya out? Do I 'ave tae get a word with him?"

Wulcrath jumps himself in response to Daffafle as he pivots on his heel, turning to look back at Khaz.

"Well it's good your back regardless, maybe we can find something for that Wound while we look for Bart..." "Speaking of, have you seen him?"

"Oh and don't worry, the Mules are fine, we had to move the Cart because some aristocrats came into Town at the stable, nothing bad happened the guy payed us to move infact."

“I’m afraid not, Edgar,” Bart says trying to hide how much the ‘human’ comment hurt.

”Come on, let’s go try to meet up with my friends. I’m surprised they aren’t here yet.” 

Edgar promises to wait in the Slate Hall and orders more shredded potato and cheese sauce. It takes a little while, but Bart looks around the shopping district where the last of the stalls and shops were closing.

Clearly nothing around there, Bart goes back to where the wagon was boarded.

Seeing the mules and cart missing entirely, he goes to ask to see where they've gone and once following the direction you surely find a red dragonborn, a halfling and a dwarf who's been raked by something...