Sildar notices your gesture and chuckles a bit: “Yes there will be compensation, but since it is only a messenger run, don‘t expect a big fortune. I will check with the townmaster, but takeing into account the risk of orc raids at the moment i would say we look at 15 gold dragons for delivering each message.“
Relg will catch the gesture and turn back to Sildar, “I think we could probably help out with that, been away for a while so I could use the chance to earn some coin,” looking inquiringly at Sildar, “What do you think Dain?”
Dain gives a grunt as he just took a big bite of food. He swallows it with a grimace and then takes a swig of ale to wash it down. "Da 15 gold be seemin far nuff." Dain says with a nod to the sherif. "Where we be findin da miner lass en da sista?" He asks as he gets up to go, having finished his meal.
He asks Toblen for a sheet of paper and some ink and draws you a quick crued map of Phandalin, outlining Tymoras Shrine, Stonehill Inn, the Miners Exchange, the Townhall and a few other buildings that may come in handy.
You take your leave and exit the inn on search for Sister Garaele. 50 feet away from the inn across the central square you find Tymoras shrine. It is a simple shrine made from old stones. A large shining copper coin showing the face of the goddess is the centerpiece of the shrine. You see a young looking elven woman tending to flowers that decorate the shrine. She notice your aproache and greets you with a smile:
“Welcome my friends, may the Lady Luck bless your travels. I am Sister Garaele, how may i help you?“
As soon as everyone is ready to go, a surge of happiness and joy runs through Otrov's being. She exits the door of the Stonehill Inn and jumps off the steps into the street. She will proceed to improvise an acrobatic routine, complete with flips, rolls, somersaults, and twirls. Acrobatics20. However it turns out, she will notice the Shrine of Luck in front of her. She'll bend her head and whisper a prayer to Tymora, flipping a gold piece into the fountain.
"Da fellow bein da sherif, believin em's name wa sildar, be askin us ta talk ta da herbalist, but em not knowin where da lass be. Em say ta talk to ya and seein ifen ye be knowin where ta find da lass." Dain tells the priestess with a bow of respect.
“Ah, so master Hallwinter send you. Very good. Yes, I think you are talking about Adabra. You see, she provides me with Herbs that grow in the Mountains and Potions she brews, while i supply her with more exotic ingredients and tools.“ She steps past you and draws your attention south, to what seams to be a flat hill, maybe 5 to 6 miles away as the bird flies. „She lives up there by her own in an old windmill. But i fear with the recent Orc raids it is only a matter of time before something bad happens. If you could warn her and possible convince her to move here into the village for the time being, that would be great. She is kind of stubborn and prefers her solitude. Normally she only comes here to help the woman of the village with childbirth. „
"Lik em stubborn lasses." Dain says with a nod to the priestess. "Wha if da lass no wantin ta come ta da town?" He asks, thinking of some of the stubborn lasses he has known in his life. "Ifin da lass be anythin lik me old moman, den dere be no wat ta budge er ifen da lass gots er mind set.. on stayin."
„Well she is a free woman. Maybe we could convince her to accommodate some guards instead, but if we send someone to look after her, those people would be missing elsewhere ,they would need compensation and she would still have to cope with their company. So it isn‘t the best solution.“
"Dos stuburn lasses no be worrin bout da best solutions always." Dain says with a chuckle. He gives the priestess a nod. "Will be doin wha can be doin bout gettin er ta da town." He nods to the other two with him. "Wantin ta go en see da mining lass now?" he asks them.
Otrov asks Sister Garaele if she has any healing poultices or kits that might help on the journey. “You never can be too careful,” she says with a cheerful wink.
Turning to Dain, Otto nods in agreement. “Excellent ideas, sir dwarf.”
Staring at the shrine you hear Relgalyn muttering to himself, "If its a divine symbol, why's it copper not gold or silver, and why a coin then surround it with flowers, you'd think the coin would be money, so... Hmm? What? Yes, find lady, talk to her, what was the other bit?" Its not hard to tell he was lost in his own little world there for a moment, but quickly agrees to go along to see about the other job.
„ I am short on potions at the moment, but for 5 gold coins i can supply you with a healer‘s kit.“
To Relgalyn she explains: “If you flip a coin for a gamble, does it matter what kind of coin?“ and with a smile she adds „and i like flowers“
Otrov will hand over the 5 gold for a healer's kit and bow respectfully: "Thank you sister, may Tymora watch over you."
As we head south to the Miner's Exchange, Otrov will begin to scan for places where shadows exist, where a person could hide from, curtained windows in the two story buildings (if any). Basically, she is looking for any signs of an underground or criminal activity - of which she is broadly familiar.
Otrov, you don‘t see anything. In the distance you see a handfull of old ruins where you may set up a dead drop yourself, for others to contact you.
Phandalin isn‘t big, and only half the buildings are fit for living or trading in so it is relatively easy to find the miners exchange at the southend of the village. When you enter you enter a small office, you see several cupboards, maybe one third full with books and ledgers. A desc with two chairs in front of it is in the middle of the room and a middle aged woman is sitting behind it. She looks up from the book she was reading, puts a marker in the page and closes it.
“Good Morning, Welcome to the Guild house, my name is Halia. How may i help you?“
Otrov, you don‘t see anything. In the distance you see a handfull of old ruins where you may set up a dead drop yourself, for others to contact you.
Phandalin isn‘t big, and only half the buildings are fit for living or trading in so it is relatively easy to find the miners exchange at the southend of the village. When you enter you enter a small office, you see several cupboards, maybe one third full with books and ledgers. A desc with two chairs in front of it is in the middle of the room and a middle aged woman is sitting behind it. She looks up from the book she was reading, puts a marker in the page and closes it.
“Good Morning, Welcome to the Guild house, my name is Halia. How may i help you?“
Otrov will do just that, making special note of the ruin and ensuring that it is fairly well concealed.
Smiling at Halia, Otrov says, "Hi Halia! I've never been to a miner's exchange before...what do you exchange? It's all so interesting! Oh right, we were told to contact you regarding some dwarven archaeologists who do not yet know the pressing danger these orc raids represent. We'd like to hear the details about this task before us, should we choose to take it."
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Sildar notices your gesture and chuckles a bit: “Yes there will be compensation, but since it is only a messenger run, don‘t expect a big fortune. I will check with the townmaster, but takeing into account the risk of orc raids at the moment i would say we look at 15 gold dragons for delivering each message.“
Attack: [roll]3d20dl2+6[/roll] Damage: [roll](if([roll:-1:critical], =0, 1d8, 2{1d8}.expand()))+4[/roll] Sneakattack: [roll](if([roll:-2:critical], =0, 2d6, 2{2d6}.expand()))[/roll]Relg will catch the gesture and turn back to Sildar, “I think we could probably help out with that, been away for a while so I could use the chance to earn some coin,” looking inquiringly at Sildar, “What do you think Dain?”
Dain gives a grunt as he just took a big bite of food. He swallows it with a grimace and then takes a swig of ale to wash it down. "Da 15 gold be seemin far nuff." Dain says with a nod to the sherif. "Where we be findin da miner lass en da sista?" He asks as he gets up to go, having finished his meal.
He asks Toblen for a sheet of paper and some ink and draws you a quick crued map of Phandalin, outlining Tymoras Shrine, Stonehill Inn, the Miners Exchange, the Townhall and a few other buildings that may come in handy.
Attack: [roll]3d20dl2+6[/roll] Damage: [roll](if([roll:-1:critical], =0, 1d8, 2{1d8}.expand()))+4[/roll] Sneakattack: [roll](if([roll:-2:critical], =0, 2d6, 2{2d6}.expand()))[/roll](Here's the map link: https://www.dndbeyond.com/campaigns/523539)
Since it's so close to where they are currently, Otrov suggests visiting Sister Garaele's home first and then heading down to the Miner's Exchange.
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DM - Our Little Lives Kept In Equipoise: Curse of Strahd
DM - Misprize Thou Not These Shadows That Belong: The Lost Mines of Phandelver
PC - Azzure - Tyranny of Dragons
Relg will nod and hurredly finish his breakfast and start heading over with them.
"Goo place ta start as any me thinks." Dain says with a nod, downing the last drink of his ale, then moving towards the door.
You take your leave and exit the inn on search for Sister Garaele. 50 feet away from the inn across the central square you find Tymoras shrine. It is a simple shrine made from old stones. A large shining copper coin showing the face of the goddess is the centerpiece of the shrine. You see a young looking elven woman tending to flowers that decorate the shrine. She notice your aproache and greets you with a smile:
“Welcome my friends, may the Lady Luck bless your travels. I am Sister Garaele, how may i help you?“
Attack: [roll]3d20dl2+6[/roll] Damage: [roll](if([roll:-1:critical], =0, 1d8, 2{1d8}.expand()))+4[/roll] Sneakattack: [roll](if([roll:-2:critical], =0, 2d6, 2{2d6}.expand()))[/roll]DM - And In The Darkness, Rot: The Sunless Citadel
DM - Our Little Lives Kept In Equipoise: Curse of Strahd
DM - Misprize Thou Not These Shadows That Belong: The Lost Mines of Phandelver
PC - Azzure - Tyranny of Dragons
"Da fellow bein da sherif, believin em's name wa sildar, be askin us ta talk ta da herbalist, but em not knowin where da lass be. Em say ta talk to ya and seein ifen ye be knowin where ta find da lass." Dain tells the priestess with a bow of respect.
“Ah, so master Hallwinter send you. Very good. Yes, I think you are talking about Adabra. You see, she provides me with Herbs that grow in the Mountains and Potions she brews, while i supply her with more exotic ingredients and tools.“ She steps past you and draws your attention south, to what seams to be a flat hill, maybe 5 to 6 miles away as the bird flies. „She lives up there by her own in an old windmill. But i fear with the recent Orc raids it is only a matter of time before something bad happens. If you could warn her and possible convince her to move here into the village for the time being, that would be great. She is kind of stubborn and prefers her solitude. Normally she only comes here to help the woman of the village with childbirth. „
Attack: [roll]3d20dl2+6[/roll] Damage: [roll](if([roll:-1:critical], =0, 1d8, 2{1d8}.expand()))+4[/roll] Sneakattack: [roll](if([roll:-2:critical], =0, 2d6, 2{2d6}.expand()))[/roll]"Lik em stubborn lasses." Dain says with a nod to the priestess. "Wha if da lass no wantin ta come ta da town?" He asks, thinking of some of the stubborn lasses he has known in his life. "Ifin da lass be anythin lik me old moman, den dere be no wat ta budge er ifen da lass gots er mind set.. on stayin."
„Well she is a free woman. Maybe we could convince her to accommodate some guards instead, but if we send someone to look after her, those people would be missing elsewhere ,they would need compensation and she would still have to cope with their company. So it isn‘t the best solution.“
Attack: [roll]3d20dl2+6[/roll] Damage: [roll](if([roll:-1:critical], =0, 1d8, 2{1d8}.expand()))+4[/roll] Sneakattack: [roll](if([roll:-2:critical], =0, 2d6, 2{2d6}.expand()))[/roll]"Dos stuburn lasses no be worrin bout da best solutions always." Dain says with a chuckle. He gives the priestess a nod. "Will be doin wha can be doin bout gettin er ta da town." He nods to the other two with him. "Wantin ta go en see da mining lass now?" he asks them.
Otrov asks Sister Garaele if she has any healing poultices or kits that might help on the journey. “You never can be too careful,” she says with a cheerful wink.
Turning to Dain, Otto nods in agreement. “Excellent ideas, sir dwarf.”
DM - And In The Darkness, Rot: The Sunless Citadel
DM - Our Little Lives Kept In Equipoise: Curse of Strahd
DM - Misprize Thou Not These Shadows That Belong: The Lost Mines of Phandelver
PC - Azzure - Tyranny of Dragons
Staring at the shrine you hear Relgalyn muttering to himself, "If its a divine symbol, why's it copper not gold or silver, and why a coin then surround it with flowers, you'd think the coin would be money, so... Hmm? What? Yes, find lady, talk to her, what was the other bit?" Its not hard to tell he was lost in his own little world there for a moment, but quickly agrees to go along to see about the other job.
„ I am short on potions at the moment, but for 5 gold coins i can supply you with a healer‘s kit.“
To Relgalyn she explains: “If you flip a coin for a gamble, does it matter what kind of coin?“ and with a smile she adds „and i like flowers“
Attack: [roll]3d20dl2+6[/roll] Damage: [roll](if([roll:-1:critical], =0, 1d8, 2{1d8}.expand()))+4[/roll] Sneakattack: [roll](if([roll:-2:critical], =0, 2d6, 2{2d6}.expand()))[/roll]Otrov will hand over the 5 gold for a healer's kit and bow respectfully: "Thank you sister, may Tymora watch over you."
As we head south to the Miner's Exchange, Otrov will begin to scan for places where shadows exist, where a person could hide from, curtained windows in the two story buildings (if any). Basically, she is looking for any signs of an underground or criminal activity - of which she is broadly familiar.
(Perception: 18)
DM - And In The Darkness, Rot: The Sunless Citadel
DM - Our Little Lives Kept In Equipoise: Curse of Strahd
DM - Misprize Thou Not These Shadows That Belong: The Lost Mines of Phandelver
PC - Azzure - Tyranny of Dragons
Otrov, you don‘t see anything. In the distance you see a handfull of old ruins where you may set up a dead drop yourself, for others to contact you.
Phandalin isn‘t big, and only half the buildings are fit for living or trading in so it is relatively easy to find the miners exchange at the southend of the village. When you enter you enter a small office, you see several cupboards, maybe one third full with books and ledgers. A desc with two chairs in front of it is in the middle of the room and a middle aged woman is sitting behind it. She looks up from the book she was reading, puts a marker in the page and closes it.
“Good Morning, Welcome to the Guild house, my name is Halia. How may i help you?“
Attack: [roll]3d20dl2+6[/roll] Damage: [roll](if([roll:-1:critical], =0, 1d8, 2{1d8}.expand()))+4[/roll] Sneakattack: [roll](if([roll:-2:critical], =0, 2d6, 2{2d6}.expand()))[/roll]Otrov will do just that, making special note of the ruin and ensuring that it is fairly well concealed.
Smiling at Halia, Otrov says, "Hi Halia! I've never been to a miner's exchange before...what do you exchange? It's all so interesting! Oh right, we were told to contact you regarding some dwarven archaeologists who do not yet know the pressing danger these orc raids represent. We'd like to hear the details about this task before us, should we choose to take it."
DM - And In The Darkness, Rot: The Sunless Citadel
DM - Our Little Lives Kept In Equipoise: Curse of Strahd
DM - Misprize Thou Not These Shadows That Belong: The Lost Mines of Phandelver
PC - Azzure - Tyranny of Dragons