The first day passes uneventfully. Some of you might even enjoy getting back on the road.
You manage to make it about 20 miles from Phandalin before stopping for the night.
Droop Foraging Survival: 12
Everyone but Lyngheid and Nyx manage to find enough berries, fruits and even a rabbit or two to eat. Lyngheid and Nyx have to break into their rations.
A watch is set, and the evening passes peacefully.
Does anyone want to do anything that night? If not, we'll continue with the next days journey.
As the day goes, Umbriel is chatty, even marginally cheerful. As the shadows lengthen, though, he settles into a state of quiet calm, breathing in the warm summer air. Those closest to him might see his fingers twitch, and a lock of Pale's mane happens to move ever so slightly at the same time, but it may just be coincidence.
(Umbriel has nothing of significance he wants to do before turning in for the night.)
Baeshra would give Nyx and Lyngheid a puzzled look at why they would prefer dry rations to catching their own fat rabbit to eat, but shrug and just assume its another soft skin oddity.
The party wakes up to a light drizzle after having made camp along the Triboar Trail at the blue dot in the map below. After a quick breakfast, you continue east along the trail. The rain lets up after an hour and the sun comes out.
Shortly after lunch, you hear the clop-clop-clop of horse hooves on the trail ahead of you. round the corner is a draft horse pulling a battered old wagon. Walking alongside are 5 people, all human. They look up, startled to see you.
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
Umbriel advises Baeshra that if there's enough solid ground to the side of the trail, the party should pull off and let the group pass. He'll also take a good long look at the five people, trying to figure out if they're locals or brigands. Perception: 13
You notice the cart is full of animal pelts. The people smile and come to a stop. The tallest man with a big bushy beard steps forward and greets you. "Hello, fellow travelers! We must be getting closer to civilization. What news do you have of the world?"
Baeshra sighs sadly, “Unfortunately no, civilization is many miles south of here. But there is a softskin village not far, and one of their big towns a little further. News of the world? Besides the dragon, not much really. Do you have news of the road ahead?”
The man gulps. "Dragon? What's this about a dragon?" He looks over his shoulder and up in the sky. "I didn't know this was Dragon country!"
"News of the road ahead. Hmm. We haven't been on the road very long, just came out of the woods from running our trap lines."
"Actually, we found something interesting. There's an old run down castle or what used to be a castel, about a days journey north of here, in the woods. Looks like it was habitated by goblin types, as it had a bunch of hobgoblin heads on pikes outside of it. Not sure what that was about, but we didn't stick around to find out."
"Easy, friends, this one means you no harm, but all the same I'd avoid sudden movements. The dragon is north of here, maybe three or four days travel, but if you stay on the trail you should be fine. From the sounds of that ruined castle, it sounds like there are some dangerous types about. It's a good thing the nearby town of Phandalin has some pretty capable defenders. Where are you all headed?"
The group breathes a sigh of relief. "Goodness, Owlbears, Dragons, Hobgoblins! We're headed to Neverwinter to sell these furs. Unless any of you are interested in a fine fur or two?"
Sorry, I forgot to mention, the Survival checks should be at Disadvantage().
Umbriel saddles up Pale, and rides alongside the cart. Survival check - 15
Nyx paces along in a joyful mood to be heading off again.
OCC: Survival 2
You know it. Nyx don't forage, people go and find her food for her.
Yevna Galanodel - Wood Elf | Level 8 | Druid/Circle of Spores 6 - Ranger 2 - Ravnica
Nyx - Satyr | Level 9 | Rouge/Swashbuckler 5 - Bard/Collage of Lore 4 - Lost Mine of Phandelver/Storm King's Thunder
Survival: 15 21
Whistler - Lost Mines of Phandelver [Lvl 8 Barbarian] | Cinta Yuliani Lestari - My Island Home [Lvl 3 Fighter] | Shalana - Allansia Wildlands [Lvl 4 Monk] | Roger Durant - Storm King's Thunder [Lvl 8 Monster Hunter] | Rotthran - The Waterdeep Heist [Lvl 5 Thief]
Survival: 20
Ireniana survival - 19
I have an intelligence of six, I know what I'm doing.
The first day passes uneventfully. Some of you might even enjoy getting back on the road.
You manage to make it about 20 miles from Phandalin before stopping for the night.
Droop Foraging Survival: 12
Everyone but Lyngheid and Nyx manage to find enough berries, fruits and even a rabbit or two to eat. Lyngheid and Nyx have to break into their rations.
A watch is set, and the evening passes peacefully.
Does anyone want to do anything that night? If not, we'll continue with the next days journey.
OOC: Nope, Ireniana is good.
I have an intelligence of six, I know what I'm doing.
As the day goes, Umbriel is chatty, even marginally cheerful. As the shadows lengthen, though, he settles into a state of quiet calm, breathing in the warm summer air. Those closest to him might see his fingers twitch, and a lock of Pale's mane happens to move ever so slightly at the same time, but it may just be coincidence.
(Umbriel has nothing of significance he wants to do before turning in for the night.)
Baeshra would give Nyx and Lyngheid a puzzled look at why they would prefer dry rations to catching their own fat rabbit to eat, but shrug and just assume its another soft skin oddity.
(Good to go.)
The party wakes up to a light drizzle after having made camp along the Triboar Trail at the blue dot in the map below. After a quick breakfast, you continue east along the trail. The rain lets up after an hour and the sun comes out.
Shortly after lunch, you hear the clop-clop-clop of horse hooves on the trail ahead of you. round the corner is a draft horse pulling a battered old wagon. Walking alongside are 5 people, all human. They look up, startled to see you.
Umbriel advises Baeshra that if there's enough solid ground to the side of the trail, the party should pull off and let the group pass. He'll also take a good long look at the five people, trying to figure out if they're locals or brigands. Perception: 13
You notice the cart is full of animal pelts. The people smile and come to a stop. The tallest man with a big bushy beard steps forward and greets you. "Hello, fellow travelers! We must be getting closer to civilization. What news do you have of the world?"
Baeshra sighs sadly, “Unfortunately no, civilization is many miles south of here. But there is a softskin village not far, and one of their big towns a little further. News of the world? Besides the dragon, not much really. Do you have news of the road ahead?”
The man gulps. "Dragon? What's this about a dragon?" He looks over his shoulder and up in the sky. "I didn't know this was Dragon country!"
"News of the road ahead. Hmm. We haven't been on the road very long, just came out of the woods from running our trap lines."
"Actually, we found something interesting. There's an old run down castle or what used to be a castel, about a days journey north of here, in the woods. Looks like it was habitated by goblin types, as it had a bunch of hobgoblin heads on pikes outside of it. Not sure what that was about, but we didn't stick around to find out."
Whistler cracks the biggest grin and high fives Owlbear.
Whistler - Lost Mines of Phandelver [Lvl 8 Barbarian] | Cinta Yuliani Lestari - My Island Home [Lvl 3 Fighter] | Shalana - Allansia Wildlands [Lvl 4 Monk] | Roger Durant - Storm King's Thunder [Lvl 8 Monster Hunter] | Rotthran - The Waterdeep Heist [Lvl 5 Thief]
The group startles and steps back at the sight of Owlbear.
"Easy, friends, this one means you no harm, but all the same I'd avoid sudden movements. The dragon is north of here, maybe three or four days travel, but if you stay on the trail you should be fine. From the sounds of that ruined castle, it sounds like there are some dangerous types about. It's a good thing the nearby town of Phandalin has some pretty capable defenders. Where are you all headed?"
The group breathes a sigh of relief. "Goodness, Owlbears, Dragons, Hobgoblins! We're headed to Neverwinter to sell these furs. Unless any of you are interested in a fine fur or two?"
" What pelts do you have?"