Sipping on the Mint Brew, Gorarel grins: "He put a post up on the job board, either he's worried for you or his reputation, but he does have a point with the way things are... I'm sorry that you won't be able to work for the meanwhile but we.." gesturing to the rest of the adventurers "..are investigating the current unrest with the manticores and dragon... I can't promise anything, but we'll try to get normality back as soon as possible."
Wincing at one of the points he got hit with a spike: "Could you spare any of your potions..? My comrades are mainly unscathed, but I am in particular a little worse for wear."
"Oh, my... let me clean those wounds and patch you up. I do have a potion for you, it's the least I can do, but those are better used in an emergency. They are expensive, you know." she says smiling.
She brings out some clean cloths and water from the cupboard, along with a white powder that smothered the pain when applied. When she's done, she says: "I'm going upstairs to get my things ready and get the potion. Rest up a little, then we can be on our way." Adabra climbs the ladder and gets to the upper level through a trap door. She takes some time and you can hear her rummaging about.
(By the time she returns, we can say you had a short rest.)
Sindrall and Sora divide the gruesome haul equally between themselves, Sindrall hands Gorarel and Liliana a tail spike each, the rest of his share he keeps, thinking what he could do with it when they are back in town.
Gorarel recovers 2 arrows. The other three he used are broken. He finds three broken shafts, the arrow heads probably still embedded into the manticore.
Sindrall collects his gear and tidies his pack up, cleans the blood and skull matter off of his warhammer and grumbles about the large dent in his chest plate.
"Aye time to complete our tasks so we can continue on and figure out what is behind all of this activity"
Turning to Adabra, Sindrall says "Before we leave do you have anything else that might be of use for us to track this dragon down, or any information that may be helpful"
Gramm comes back to the mill and, not long after, Adabra throws down a bag through the trapdoor. She descends carrying another backpack and leaves the door open for two black cats to come down, too. No, just one cat, you realize after it jumps down. A two-headed black cat lands gracefully and gives each one of you an appraising look. Then it approaches Sindrall, sits in front of him and starts grooming itself.
"It seems Jet wants to come with us. It appears to like you, Sindrall. I wouldn't mind if you took care of it. Either it got lost, or something bad happened to its owner. I tend towards the latter, since the cat only had one head two days ago. So, are we ready to go?", Adabra asks.
Sindrall reaches down to Jet and strokes the cat behind the ears on both heads, he then makes some space in the top of his pack so Jet can get comfortable.
You walk back to Phandalin without incident, reaching the town just after sunset. You either had some rations on the road, or you waited to get back to town, in which case you are famished.
The riding figure of Lennan approaches you, "It's good to see you back, Gorarel, friends! Adabra" He dips his head in a salute.
"Lennan", she replies with just the slightest of eye contacts.
"I'm glad our new friends convinced you to come to safety. If you need anything, or a place to..."
"I'm sure Harbin has something arranged for me, thank you."
"Right." To the party: "Harbin has retired for the day, but you'll find him at the Town Hall at the first light. Well, good night!"
Lennan leaves. The town is quiet, but there's music at the Stonehill Inn. In front of the Inn, Adabra thanks you and takes her leave, too, walking down the road towards East, possibly towards Harbin's home.
Sora stretches her arms above her head to try and release some of the days tension.
It's been a long day and I'm famished. Would anyone care to join me for supper this evening? I would love to hear more about what brought you all to Phandalin.
Lilana, having being uncharacteristically quiet all this time replies "After being used as a chew toy for a manticore - yes I want to drink. I want to drink lots"
You enter the inn and see the first row of empty tables, then it gets busy towards the back where a tiefling is playing the lute, and quite well. Toblen Stonehill is behind the bar, serving a mug of ale to a woman in miner's clothes. You take one of the empty tables and Toblen nods in your direction. If you go to the bar, you'll see the menu chiselled in a sheet of bark.
Walking up to the bar Liliana leans against the bar asking Tolben "Whats the strongest drink you have and how much?". Rolling her shoulders to get rid of some lingering stiffness she takes a look around the inn. Taking note of any familiar faces or any particularly drunk patrons.
"That would be the Pixie Cider for 5 silver a shot. If that's too much, the Dwarven Stout isn't too far behind, for just 2 silver. I recommend it on the rocks."
You don't see any familiar faces and no one is visibly drunk. You realise it's too early for that, most people have just finished work.
Sindrall looks at the menu, and chuckles to himself about the Fancyman's feast, I wonder how many people the Eldest daughter is now betrothed to!!
Turning to Tolben Sindrall says "I will have the stew please, and if you have anything for the cat I will take that as well" he also gives Tolben and everyone in the inn a look that made clear that if there were any negative comments about the cat there would be a lot of people serving penance!
Toblen brings Sindrall the stew, a hearty portion with lots of chunky bits, and a smaller plate for Jet with suspiciously similar content. "That's one silver. The cat eats for free.", he says, looking at the cat with fascination.
Gramm: "I'll have a pint of dwarven stout and whatever that is.", pointing at Sindrall's stew. After he collects the order, Gramm sits at the table and starts conversing with someone at the table next to you, boasting about how he fought a manticore.
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*retrospective* Thilael turned towards the party that was about to head inside the in: I'm going for a stroll in the village. You go ahead, I'll join you later for a few drinks.
Thilael started walking through the streets observing everyone going towards the inn or taking refuge in their houses as the day was drawing to an end. The snow owl was now sitting on his hand. He whispered slowly towards the owl and then the owl jumped and started flying above the village. He then stopped standing in the middle of the street, closed his eyes in maximum concentration and tried to sense any magic around him.
Perception while walking in the village and the Owl bonus from flying above: 6 + 3 from Owl
Sipping on the Mint Brew, Gorarel grins: "He put a post up on the job board, either he's worried for you or his reputation, but he does have a point with the way things are... I'm sorry that you won't be able to work for the meanwhile but we.." gesturing to the rest of the adventurers "..are investigating the current unrest with the manticores and dragon... I can't promise anything, but we'll try to get normality back as soon as possible."
Wincing at one of the points he got hit with a spike: "Could you spare any of your potions..? My comrades are mainly unscathed, but I am in particular a little worse for wear."
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"Oh, my... let me clean those wounds and patch you up. I do have a potion for you, it's the least I can do, but those are better used in an emergency. They are expensive, you know." she says smiling.
She brings out some clean cloths and water from the cupboard, along with a white powder that smothered the pain when applied. When she's done, she says: "I'm going upstairs to get my things ready and get the potion. Rest up a little, then we can be on our way." Adabra climbs the ladder and gets to the upper level through a trap door. She takes some time and you can hear her rummaging about.
(By the time she returns, we can say you had a short rest.)
Sindrall and Sora divide the gruesome haul equally between themselves, Sindrall hands Gorarel and Liliana a tail spike each, the rest of his share he keeps, thinking what he could do with it when they are back in town.
Gorarel once rested spends a few minutes recovering any arrows he can.
Gorarel recovers 2 arrows. The other three he used are broken. He finds three broken shafts, the arrow heads probably still embedded into the manticore.
Once rested Gorarel to the group: "Shall we escort this woman back to Phandalin and then resupply?"
Sindrall collects his gear and tidies his pack up, cleans the blood and skull matter off of his warhammer and grumbles about the large dent in his chest plate.
"Aye time to complete our tasks so we can continue on and figure out what is behind all of this activity"
Turning to Adabra, Sindrall says "Before we leave do you have anything else that might be of use for us to track this dragon down, or any information that may be helpful"
Gramm comes back to the mill and, not long after, Adabra throws down a bag through the trapdoor. She descends carrying another backpack and leaves the door open for two black cats to come down, too. No, just one cat, you realize after it jumps down. A two-headed black cat lands gracefully and gives each one of you an appraising look. Then it approaches Sindrall, sits in front of him and starts grooming itself.
"It seems Jet wants to come with us. It appears to like you, Sindrall. I wouldn't mind if you took care of it. Either it got lost, or something bad happened to its owner. I tend towards the latter, since the cat only had one head two days ago. So, are we ready to go?", Adabra asks.
Sindrall reaches down to Jet and strokes the cat behind the ears on both heads, he then makes some space in the top of his pack so Jet can get comfortable.
"I am ready if everyone else is"
You walk back to Phandalin without incident, reaching the town just after sunset. You either had some rations on the road, or you waited to get back to town, in which case you are famished.
The riding figure of Lennan approaches you, "It's good to see you back, Gorarel, friends! Adabra" He dips his head in a salute.
"Lennan", she replies with just the slightest of eye contacts.
"I'm glad our new friends convinced you to come to safety. If you need anything, or a place to..."
"I'm sure Harbin has something arranged for me, thank you."
"Right." To the party: "Harbin has retired for the day, but you'll find him at the Town Hall at the first light. Well, good night!"
Lennan leaves. The town is quiet, but there's music at the Stonehill Inn. In front of the Inn, Adabra thanks you and takes her leave, too, walking down the road towards East, possibly towards Harbin's home.
Gorarel turns to the group: "I will head home for the evening and meet you all at the inn at first light?"
Sora stretches her arms above her head to try and release some of the days tension.
It's been a long day and I'm famished. Would anyone care to join me for supper this evening? I would love to hear more about what brought you all to Phandalin.
Sindrall mindlessly strokes Jet and at Sora's comments suddenly realizes that he is actually quite hungry.
"Aye some food and conversation is a good way to end today after our little encounter, count me in"
Lilana, having being uncharacteristically quiet all this time replies "After being used as a chew toy for a manticore - yes I want to drink. I want to drink lots"
You enter the inn and see the first row of empty tables, then it gets busy towards the back where a tiefling is playing the lute, and quite well. Toblen Stonehill is behind the bar, serving a mug of ale to a woman in miner's clothes. You take one of the empty tables and Toblen nods in your direction. If you go to the bar, you'll see the menu chiselled in a sheet of bark.
Walking up to the bar Liliana leans against the bar asking Tolben "Whats the strongest drink you have and how much?". Rolling her shoulders to get rid of some lingering stiffness she takes a look around the inn. Taking note of any familiar faces or any particularly drunk patrons.
"That would be the Pixie Cider for 5 silver a shot. If that's too much, the Dwarven Stout isn't too far behind, for just 2 silver. I recommend it on the rocks."
You don't see any familiar faces and no one is visibly drunk. You realise it's too early for that, most people have just finished work.
Sindrall looks at the menu, and chuckles to himself about the Fancyman's feast, I wonder how many people the Eldest daughter is now betrothed to!!
Turning to Tolben Sindrall says "I will have the stew please, and if you have anything for the cat I will take that as well" he also gives Tolben and everyone in the inn a look that made clear that if there were any negative comments about the cat there would be a lot of people serving penance!
Toblen brings Sindrall the stew, a hearty portion with lots of chunky bits, and a smaller plate for Jet with suspiciously similar content. "That's one silver. The cat eats for free.", he says, looking at the cat with fascination.
Gramm: "I'll have a pint of dwarven stout and whatever that is.", pointing at Sindrall's stew. After he collects the order, Gramm sits at the table and starts conversing with someone at the table next to you, boasting about how he fought a manticore.
*retrospective* Thilael turned towards the party that was about to head inside the in: I'm going for a stroll in the village. You go ahead, I'll join you later for a few drinks.
Thilael started walking through the streets observing everyone going towards the inn or taking refuge in their houses as the day was drawing to an end. The snow owl was now sitting on his hand. He whispered slowly towards the owl and then the owl jumped and started flying above the village. He then stopped standing in the middle of the street, closed his eyes in maximum concentration and tried to sense any magic around him.
Perception while walking in the village and the Owl bonus from flying above: 6 + 3 from Owl
Afterwards casting Detect Magic