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Klargfrowns as he hears the dwarf's words. A sense of confusion about him...
Klarg's Wisdom Save: 8
He blinks a few times, before his faces turns twists into a snarl again, "Pathetic magic not work on Klarg!"
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"If not magic, how about a good ol' steel!"Sildargoes in for two more strikes after a swift movement! Bless - Add to rolls: 1st - 2, 2nd - 2 Melee Attack: 9Damage: 5 (slashing) Melee Attack: 6Damage: 5 (slashing)
With two impressive slashes on limps, there's a roar of pain from Klarg. Sildar looks proud of himself.
Rouadvances axe in hand and raises the axe, Klarg'ssees the demon-kin as a figure of horror and the bugbear succumbs to the fear within and raises his free hand and cries in fear. The axes falls, cleaving through the arm and wedging into the leader of the cave. A sickening wretch of blood before the figure slumps to the ground.
The goblin leader sees its leader fall, and just drop everything before screaming and scrambling for the exit!
The tension eases and you're left in a quiet, dank cave with the sound of a summer's evening leaking in, and the sound of a trickling stream flowing.
Taking in the surroundings. The south wall is various barrels, boxes and bags of various goods. The same with the east wall, except these seem more like chests, safes, smaller containers; their contents completely hidden. The west wall holds a lead into another area of the cave...
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Sildarnotices something on the barrels of goods and points out a symbol of a shield, and blue lion emblazoned on some of the barrels and boxes, "These. These for Linene at her shop. Bastards stole these too... Is there are way we can get them to Phandelin?"
Kharnylsuggests Aldrericto inspect the chests. A lot of them are open and, unfortunately empty. A few are locked and tries to open them...
Aldretic - Theives Tools: 5
Aldrericspends a long time there. Eventually, curses and grunts are muttered under his breathe. With a heavy sigh, he stands and gives the chest a kick... to which it pops open. Within it are a few coins, three delicate vials; two are of a deep saturated, the other has viscous, cloud and bronze liquid and a cylindrical shape wrapped in leather. He unwraps them to reveal excellently crafted arrows, twenty of them.
The coins divided between four come to 3gp, 12spand 5cp each! The arrows are +1 Arrows x20.
"those are some finely created arrows!" Kharnyl notes. "I think Phandalin would benefit greatly from the return of these goods. I wonder how the it's got them here. We hiked through the woods to get here from the road. Maybe they used the river. Do you think goblins float?"
“Dead ones do....” responding to Kharnyl “It might take a few trips but we can load em on the cart. Let’s get to it.” Rou will help Sildar load whatever boxes he needs.
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"Well we came most of the way by wagon, then followed a trail. If we can get this stuff to the watching, it should be pretty simple to get the stuff to town. If there's enough stuff to make it worth the while, I could make us a cart in about an hour. But if you're rather just try and carry it all, it whatever we can, then that works for me."
Sildar pipes in, "There were a lot of those little shits when were first here, they must have moved on when they took Gundren, maybe?"
With Sildarhelps Rouplant enough of the crates and barrels on the wagon lead by Rou. There isn't enough to take the whole amount, but you have enough to let the shop keeper know where their missing delivery went. As Sildarplaces on the last barrel, "Linene Greywind would be grateful; it's good to have her on your side, lemme tell you."
"The stream? It just goes into a lagoon, quite a bit down. If you're keen to strut your dwarvish stuff, can you check the wagon's joints? Reinforce the load-bearing links? That'll be great," he says to the dwarf, beads of sweat on his brow. His face twisting in pain every now and again...
Kharnyl
((Describe what Kharnyl does and then roll an Perception check, then roll a Smithing Tools check, (1d20 + Str Bonus + Proficiency). ))
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Kharnyl nods in agreement and climbs under the wagon, looking at the handiwork of less skilled hands. Of the carpentry, he can say little. The boards appear straight enough and they have been sealed with undercoating so as not to rot. He checks the various parts of the axels and any metal work with a keen eye.
Kharnyl'sexperienced eyes pick up wear and tear of the many uses of the wagon, and it may not have made it with the rest of the ride to Phandelin. He does whatever works he can, with his tools and limited resources, backed up with prayers to and blessings from Moradin. Improvements have been made, and the dwarf is confident it would at least last the trip to the town.
With as much as they can on board, Aldrericand Sildarin the back with Flutterensuring the retired soldier's wounds are properly tended. Kharnyland Rouat the front with the cattle steady and obedient leading the five into Phandelin.
It takes another day of steady travelling. The sun is touching the horizon to set, you find Phandelin's main road. A wash of relief eases over all you in some degree; a place to rest comfortably, a place for a hearty meal or just a place knowing you won't need to watch over your shoulder...
Kharnylnotices the people aren't too... jovial here. Figures loiter on corners in groups, daggers open and played with. A simple man with sacks of food and wood looks withdrawn as a man is pesters for his word on something, and a older woman rudely asked to hand over gold, while there's not threats or drawn weapons there is a sense of robbery. One common thread between all the agressors; a strip of red clothing on their person...
Sildarspeaks up and guides you to place to rest, Stonehill Inn. You board your wagon and beasts for a price (1sp each!).
"I'll let Linene know what I've brought with me," He taps the boxes with the vendor's mark on it, "You all should get some rest, I'll meet you here for breakfast in the morning..."Sildar'seyes glance over figures donning the bands of red before raising an eyebrow and heading off.
As you proceed into the inn, you see it's not the most warming, but definitely workable. You feel a sense of ease come to a crashing end as another one of the vagabonds kick over a chair near a half-elf and dwarf.
"You think your brave?! The Redbrands own this place! You talk @#$* to us, you're going to find yourself on the end of something sharp!"
The half-elf stands just shy of five and a half feet tall, with gleaming white medium-length hair, charcoal colored skin and mahogany-colored eyes. His simple brown pants and greying white shirt are well-worn but tidy, and his black boots are scuffed but solid. He is currently reclining in his chair, his head thrown back as he laughs up at the thug.
"The pup has a loud bark, but 'is teeth would break if he tried to actually use 'em. Better run along, pup, before someone takes a mind to put a muzzle on ya."
Soveliss lifts his mug in a salute to the neighboring dwarf, before lifting it to his mouth and taking a long drink. Despite his relaxed demeanor, he is keeping a sharp eye on the man while feigning disinterest. His eyes flick the the entrance, fingers tense and ready to drop to draw a dagger in case the newcomers are backup for the solitary "Redbrand" he was currently dealing with, but he relaxes slightly when he does not see the tell-tale red strip.
"Heh, mess with one, you get the pack. Boys!" The Redbrand shouts while sneering at Soveliss, causing two other figures who were dotted around the inn to step forward to the back of their fellow. "Care to repeat that, half-breed scum?"
They barely notice the entrance of others, but Kharnylsays his pieces the look with both shock and disgust, "Piss off, dwarf!"
The man behind the bar gives a heavy sigh, and Rouan apologetic look, before throwing his wiping cloth over his shoulder. "Oi! Out of my inn, I ain't having this in here, scaring off my customers. If you got business to do, do it outside!"
"Oy! Watchit. You nearly spilt me mead."Half standing to avoid the falling chair, the wild looking dwarf grabs at his tankard. With the furniture calm again he retakes his seat, seemingly not too upset. His dark hair is tied back in a large braid with numerous bone trinkets holding it in place. A large unkempt beard belying his preference for a more natural setting. It is clear he is somewhat uncomfortable in the inn. Talking to the halfelf at his table, "Hey, if you're headed to the bar, get me another of these"holding his mead in the air. "And if you're headed to teach this guy some manners....."He winks with a toothy smile.
Soveliss snorts a laugh into his mug. "Need to call for backup over simple words, eh? Not helpin' ta look bigger by bein' so easily bothered, pup."
He drains the rest of his drink, then stretches as he stands. His eyes lazily flick over the two more thugs. "We're jus' tryin' ta enjoy a nice drink while restin'. How about I fetch my companion 'ere a refill, an' when I get back you lot had gone on ta wherever it is you lot get gone to when you get done shakin' folks down. Eh?" He moves to head over to the bar for another round for the table, his eyes looking to the new dwarf in a friendly assessment.
His faces turns apologetic as he looks to the barkeep. "Aww, sometimes it's hard ta keep the mouth shut when folks get like that. How 'bout I pay another round for the table, an' throw in an extra gold for the trouble?"
Kharnyl steps up to the instigator of this altercation, slowly squares up him and in a gravelly low tone is a single command: "FLEE." and raises his hand, extending a finger towards the door.
DC: Wis 13
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Klarg frowns as he hears the dwarf's words. A sense of confusion about him...
Klarg's Wisdom Save: 8
He blinks a few times, before his faces turns twists into a snarl again, "Pathetic magic not work on Klarg!"
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"If not magic, how about a good ol' steel!" Sildar goes in for two more strikes after a swift movement!
Bless - Add to rolls: 1st - 2, 2nd - 2
Melee Attack: 9 Damage: 5 (slashing)
Melee Attack: 6 Damage: 5 (slashing)
With two impressive slashes on limps, there's a roar of pain from Klarg. Sildar looks proud of himself.
(1sq = 5ft.)
Initiative Order:
Flutter
Bald Goblin (G1)
Aldreric
Rou
Klarg
Kharnyl
Sildar Hallwinter
Round 3 - Flutter, your turn!
Flutter mimics a aggressive cry from a deep voice , "AGAIN!"
He slings a flame fluttering through the air aimed at the last small goblin...
Ranged Spell Attack: 17 Damage: 3 (fire)
The goblin yelps, its hair and clothes aflame as it pats itself out quick.
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The goblin aims a bow and fires back at Flutter!
Ranged Attack: 15 Damage: 5 (piercing)
The kenku goes to duck as the arrow slices through a loose piece of clothing.
(1sq = 5ft.)
Round 3 - Aldreric, your turn!
Aldreric sees the opportunity to advance and goes to strike Klarg!
Melee Attack: 7 Damage: 2 (piercing)
The raper slips in between armour and slides in with a gruesome ease as Klarg roars in pain.
Initiative Order:
Flutter
Bald Goblin (G1)
Aldreric
Rou
Klarg
Kharnyl
Sildar Hallwinter
Round 3 - Rou, you are up!
Rou seeing the end coming up he will continue to swing his great axe.
Great Axe: 17
Damage: 16
Felix Windfall(Human-V Lv.7 Rogue) killed in ToA, Vallan Houndstrider (Halfling Ghostwise Lv.1 Fighter) in DiARou advances axe in hand and raises the axe, Klarg's sees the demon-kin as a figure of horror and the bugbear succumbs to the fear within and raises his free hand and cries in fear. The axes falls, cleaving through the arm and wedging into the leader of the cave. A sickening wretch of blood before the figure slumps to the ground.
The goblin leader sees its leader fall, and just drop everything before screaming and scrambling for the exit!
The tension eases and you're left in a quiet, dank cave with the sound of a summer's evening leaking in, and the sound of a trickling stream flowing.
Taking in the surroundings. The south wall is various barrels, boxes and bags of various goods. The same with the east wall, except these seem more like chests, safes, smaller containers; their contents completely hidden. The west wall holds a lead into another area of the cave...
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Anything good in the cheers it safes? Can we try the locks on them? Maybe the rogue can help with that.
Sildar notices something on the barrels of goods and points out a symbol of a shield, and blue lion emblazoned on some of the barrels and boxes, "These. These for Linene at her shop. Bastards stole these too... Is there are way we can get them to Phandelin?"
Kharnyl suggests Aldreric to inspect the chests. A lot of them are open and, unfortunately empty. A few are locked and tries to open them...
Aldretic - Theives Tools: 5
Aldreric spends a long time there. Eventually, curses and grunts are muttered under his breathe. With a heavy sigh, he stands and gives the chest a kick... to which it pops open. Within it are a few coins, three delicate vials; two are of a deep saturated, the other has viscous, cloud and bronze liquid and a cylindrical shape wrapped in leather. He unwraps them to reveal excellently crafted arrows, twenty of them.
The coins divided between four come to 3gp, 12sp and 5cp each!
The arrows are +1 Arrows x20.
"those are some finely created arrows!" Kharnyl notes. "I think Phandalin would benefit greatly from the return of these goods. I wonder how the it's got them here. We hiked through the woods to get here from the road. Maybe they used the river. Do you think goblins float?"
“Dead ones do....” responding to Kharnyl “It might take a few trips but we can load em on the cart. Let’s get to it.” Rou will help Sildar load whatever boxes he needs.
Felix Windfall(Human-V Lv.7 Rogue) killed in ToA, Vallan Houndstrider (Halfling Ghostwise Lv.1 Fighter) in DiA"Well we came most of the way by wagon, then followed a trail. If we can get this stuff to the watching, it should be pretty simple to get the stuff to town. If there's enough stuff to make it worth the while, I could make us a cart in about an hour. But if you're rather just try and carry it all, it whatever we can, then that works for me."
"Sildar, do you know where this river goes?"
Sildar pipes in, "There were a lot of those little shits when were first here, they must have moved on when they took Gundren, maybe?"
With Sildar helps Rou plant enough of the crates and barrels on the wagon lead by Rou. There isn't enough to take the whole amount, but you have enough to let the shop keeper know where their missing delivery went. As Sildar places on the last barrel, "Linene Greywind would be grateful; it's good to have her on your side, lemme tell you."
"The stream? It just goes into a lagoon, quite a bit down. If you're keen to strut your dwarvish stuff, can you check the wagon's joints? Reinforce the load-bearing links? That'll be great," he says to the dwarf, beads of sweat on his brow. His face twisting in pain every now and again...
Kharnyl
((Describe what Kharnyl does and then roll an Perception check, then roll a Smithing Tools check, (1d20 + Str Bonus + Proficiency). ))
Kharnyl nods in agreement and climbs under the wagon, looking at the handiwork of less skilled hands. Of the carpentry, he can say little. The boards appear straight enough and they have been sealed with undercoating so as not to rot. He checks the various parts of the axels and any metal work with a keen eye.
Perception
18
Smith's tools
12
Kharnyl's experienced eyes pick up wear and tear of the many uses of the wagon, and it may not have made it with the rest of the ride to Phandelin. He does whatever works he can, with his tools and limited resources, backed up with prayers to and blessings from Moradin. Improvements have been made, and the dwarf is confident it would at least last the trip to the town.
With as much as they can on board, Aldreric and Sildar in the back with Flutter ensuring the retired soldier's wounds are properly tended. Kharnyl and Rou at the front with the cattle steady and obedient leading the five into Phandelin.
It takes another day of steady travelling. The sun is touching the horizon to set, you find Phandelin's main road. A wash of relief eases over all you in some degree; a place to rest comfortably, a place for a hearty meal or just a place knowing you won't need to watch over your shoulder...
Kharnyl notices the people aren't too... jovial here. Figures loiter on corners in groups, daggers open and played with. A simple man with sacks of food and wood looks withdrawn as a man is pesters for his word on something, and a older woman rudely asked to hand over gold, while there's not threats or drawn weapons there is a sense of robbery. One common thread between all the agressors; a strip of red clothing on their person...
Sildar speaks up and guides you to place to rest, Stonehill Inn. You board your wagon and beasts for a price (1sp each!).
"I'll let Linene know what I've brought with me," He taps the boxes with the vendor's mark on it, "You all should get some rest, I'll meet you here for breakfast in the morning..." Sildar's eyes glance over figures donning the bands of red before raising an eyebrow and heading off.
As you proceed into the inn, you see it's not the most warming, but definitely workable. You feel a sense of ease come to a crashing end as another one of the vagabonds kick over a chair near a half-elf and dwarf.
"You think your brave?! The Redbrands own this place! You talk @#$* to us, you're going to find yourself on the end of something sharp!"
The half-elf stands just shy of five and a half feet tall, with gleaming white medium-length hair, charcoal colored skin and mahogany-colored eyes. His simple brown pants and greying white shirt are well-worn but tidy, and his black boots are scuffed but solid. He is currently reclining in his chair, his head thrown back as he laughs up at the thug.
"The pup has a loud bark, but 'is teeth would break if he tried to actually use 'em. Better run along, pup, before someone takes a mind to put a muzzle on ya."
Soveliss lifts his mug in a salute to the neighboring dwarf, before lifting it to his mouth and taking a long drink. Despite his relaxed demeanor, he is keeping a sharp eye on the man while feigning disinterest. His eyes flick the the entrance, fingers tense and ready to drop to draw a dagger in case the newcomers are backup for the solitary "Redbrand" he was currently dealing with, but he relaxes slightly when he does not see the tell-tale red strip.
Kharnyl takes umbrage at the mistreatment of others, especially (if he's honest with himself) a fellow dwarf.
"If you're tool is as sharp as your tongue, then there's little enough to fear. Now, what's all the commotion?"
Rou stands silently watching Kharnyl get involved, Rou will continue to the bar “Ale...”
Felix Windfall(Human-V Lv.7 Rogue) killed in ToA, Vallan Houndstrider (Halfling Ghostwise Lv.1 Fighter) in DiA"Heh, mess with one, you get the pack. Boys!" The Redbrand shouts while sneering at Soveliss, causing two other figures who were dotted around the inn to step forward to the back of their fellow. "Care to repeat that, half-breed scum?"
They barely notice the entrance of others, but Kharnyl says his pieces the look with both shock and disgust, "Piss off, dwarf!"
The man behind the bar gives a heavy sigh, and Rou an apologetic look, before throwing his wiping cloth over his shoulder. "Oi! Out of my inn, I ain't having this in here, scaring off my customers. If you got business to do, do it outside!"
Krammond
"Oy! Watchit. You nearly spilt me mead." Half standing to avoid the falling chair, the wild looking dwarf grabs at his tankard. With the furniture calm again he retakes his seat, seemingly not too upset. His dark hair is tied back in a large braid with numerous bone trinkets holding it in place. A large unkempt beard belying his preference for a more natural setting. It is clear he is somewhat uncomfortable in the inn. Talking to the halfelf at his table, "Hey, if you're headed to the bar, get me another of these" holding his mead in the air. "And if you're headed to teach this guy some manners....." He winks with a toothy smile.
Soveliss snorts a laugh into his mug. "Need to call for backup over simple words, eh? Not helpin' ta look bigger by bein' so easily bothered, pup."
He drains the rest of his drink, then stretches as he stands. His eyes lazily flick over the two more thugs. "We're jus' tryin' ta enjoy a nice drink while restin'. How about I fetch my companion 'ere a refill, an' when I get back you lot had gone on ta wherever it is you lot get gone to when you get done shakin' folks down. Eh?" He moves to head over to the bar for another round for the table, his eyes looking to the new dwarf in a friendly assessment.
His faces turns apologetic as he looks to the barkeep. "Aww, sometimes it's hard ta keep the mouth shut when folks get like that. How 'bout I pay another round for the table, an' throw in an extra gold for the trouble?"
Kharnyl steps up to the instigator of this altercation, slowly squares up him and in a gravelly low tone is a single command: "FLEE." and raises his hand, extending a finger towards the door.
DC: Wis 13