Holding her side where the last orc’s javelin grazed her, Lia glances around. “Think that got the last of em...” She says, nodding to Big Al. “By the way, did you happen to lose some horses and a cow, we brought those with us as we headed this way...”
Holding her side where the last orc’s javelin grazed her, Lia glances around. “Think that got the last of em...” She says, nodding to Big Al. “By the way, did you happen to lose some horses and a cow, we brought those with us as we headed this way...”
Big Al looks at Lia "have you found my Petunia? she's the most valuable cow I have." He tells you that he has all his livestock marked with his own initials, BAK, for Big Al Kalazorn.
Sabastian does a quick sweep, finding no orcs inside the house. You check the place carefully and are relieved to know that no one else is hiding anywhere. The house is a complete mess, all drawers and chests have been ransacked and their contents litter the floor of every room. There are darts and daggers pinned in the hunting trophies that adorned the walls. Most of the food in the kitchen has been eaten and all the beer disappeared.
Once the house is secured, Big Al goes outside to check the bodies you found. He recognizes the humas as labourers that worked for him and curses the orcs again "I knew orcs lived in the mountains, and we occasionally found a few nearby, but never in such big numbers."
Returning back to the house "I have little money saved up, and I'm going to need it to rebuild, but I do have something to give you for your help", he goes upstairs and opens a secret compartment in his bedroom's wardrobe, taking a bundle out of it "this chainmail has served me well, I hope it can protect you as well." The armor is a mithral chain mail.
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Xarrotheyes up the chain mail, impressed by the craftsmanship. "Truly fascinating. A capable man, very good. But..." The dragonborn clears his throat, adding weight to the conversation, "I imagine you may have heard, but there is a dragon making its lair nearby - a white one. We have seen it, faced it. And that is the main reason we are here, well, why I am here. But of course, as with any town, there is more than one problem..."
Lothlién's eyes shimmer with the look of the mithral armor. It's not the kind of things he wears, but the quality of the craft and materials are things he appreaciate. However the words escape him, and he can't find them again until Xarroth brings up a more pressing subject.
"Well we did find a cow, and a couple of horses." Lia says with a shrug. "They are tied up close by, and I would be happy to show them to you if you wish."
"Wow, that is a beautiful set!, and yes, as Xarroth says, there is a White Dragon prowling about. It would be best to keep Petunia and any other livestock safe" Rhok says
"Thanks for the warning" the farmer answers "a dragon up in the mountains would explain why so many orcs came here at the same time." He pauses for a moment to think and continues "I'll have to keep the animals inside the barn or under the shade of trees to hide them from the dragon. But I don't want to leave this place. My life is here now."
"I can understand that. Just try and keep safe!" Lothliénsays to him. "However, we will need some kind of proof that we came here to help you, so we can collect our reward back in town. Would you write us a letter or something?"
“I cannot wear the armor.” Lia says with a shrug. She nods to Big Al. “I can respect that.” She turns to her companions. “If allowed, do we spend the night here, or do you want to head somewhere before nightfall?”
"I can understand that. Just try and keep safe!" Lothliénsays to him. "However, we will need some kind of proof that we came here to help you, so we can collect our reward back in town. Would you write us a letter or something?"
Big Al turns to Lothlién "of course, I can write a letter for Harbin commending your actions." He looks at the crossbow you loaned him before "would you be willing to part from this weapon? I can offer you one or two butter skulls, they'll improve the flavor of anything you cook, and I want to be prepared should any orc decide to come near my ranch again."
“I cannot wear the armor.” Lia says with a shrug. She nods to Big Al. “I can respect that.” She turns to her companions. “If allowed, do we spend the night here, or do you want to head somewhere before nightfall?”
"You are welcome to stay as long as you want. I owe you my life" he replies "I won't be able to assure you clean beds tonight, but the roof should hold and I'll have the place in order should you want to return some other time."
Xarrothnods at the farmers words, understanding the need to protect a place called home.#
The dragonborn shakes his head at the request of wearing chainmail, "Such armour is quite cumbersome when doing gestures for spells, for me at least."
"I would very much appreciate the idea of staying. Bah! Wasted spells? We are still standing, the orcs have met justice - no spells are wasted when the outcome is this."
"Sounds good to me..." Lia says as she works to stifle a yawn. "Could use some rest myself it seems..." She says with an amused smile. Turning to Big Al. "We'll take you up on your hospitality for the night, but should get back to town to report in tomorrow. We can bring any other letters you wish someone in town to recieve if you want to write them up."
"I'll hold onto the armor then if no one objects...I could use a little rest to recover some of my spells, I'm sure that goes for all of us? Staying the night can also ensure no other orcs come by.
Big Al, did you happen to see any sigil's on these Orcs?" Rhok says
Rhokwants to see if these Orcs come from the camp the group saw that had Ogres
"I guess the armor will suit you better than any of us, Rhok. And you're right, Xarroth, 'wasted' was a poor choice of word. I need some recovery, anyway" Lothliénadds, and makes his way to whetever Big Al points as a place to rest.
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Holding her side where the last orc’s javelin grazed her, Lia glances around. “Think that got the last of em...” She says, nodding to Big Al. “By the way, did you happen to lose some horses and a cow, we brought those with us as we headed this way...”
Feel the tension ease as there appearance of no more orcs, Xarroth sighs out and feel weight return to him and turns to the others...
"Is anyone able to check the area? Were they all resting in this farmstead?" Before giving Big Al a reassuring smile.
"I can do a sweep of the area to verify" Rhok volunteers
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"Might be safer to send Sabastian." Lia points out, sending her owl to do a quick scan of the area around the farm.
"Good point, that would be easiest" Rhok agrees with Lia
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Big Al looks at Lia "have you found my Petunia? she's the most valuable cow I have." He tells you that he has all his livestock marked with his own initials, BAK, for Big Al Kalazorn.
Sabastian does a quick sweep, finding no orcs inside the house. You check the place carefully and are relieved to know that no one else is hiding anywhere. The house is a complete mess, all drawers and chests have been ransacked and their contents litter the floor of every room. There are darts and daggers pinned in the hunting trophies that adorned the walls. Most of the food in the kitchen has been eaten and all the beer disappeared.
Once the house is secured, Big Al goes outside to check the bodies you found. He recognizes the humas as labourers that worked for him and curses the orcs again "I knew orcs lived in the mountains, and we occasionally found a few nearby, but never in such big numbers."
Returning back to the house "I have little money saved up, and I'm going to need it to rebuild, but I do have something to give you for your help", he goes upstairs and opens a secret compartment in his bedroom's wardrobe, taking a bundle out of it "this chainmail has served me well, I hope it can protect you as well." The armor is a mithral chain mail.
Xarroth eyes up the chain mail, impressed by the craftsmanship. "Truly fascinating. A capable man, very good. But..." The dragonborn clears his throat, adding weight to the conversation, "I imagine you may have heard, but there is a dragon making its lair nearby - a white one. We have seen it, faced it. And that is the main reason we are here, well, why I am here. But of course, as with any town, there is more than one problem..."
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Lothlién's eyes shimmer with the look of the mithral armor. It's not the kind of things he wears, but the quality of the craft and materials are things he appreaciate. However the words escape him, and he can't find them again until Xarroth brings up a more pressing subject.
"Well we did find a cow, and a couple of horses." Lia says with a shrug. "They are tied up close by, and I would be happy to show them to you if you wish."
"Wow, that is a beautiful set!, and yes, as Xarroth says, there is a White Dragon prowling about. It would be best to keep Petunia and any other livestock safe" Rhok says
Currently playing: Rhok Skatu - Another Dragon at Icespire Peak
"Thanks for the warning" the farmer answers "a dragon up in the mountains would explain why so many orcs came here at the same time." He pauses for a moment to think and continues "I'll have to keep the animals inside the barn or under the shade of trees to hide them from the dragon. But I don't want to leave this place. My life is here now."
"I can understand that. Just try and keep safe!" Lothlién says to him. "However, we will need some kind of proof that we came here to help you, so we can collect our reward back in town. Would you write us a letter or something?"
"Are any of you able to wear the chain mail?" Rhok asks the group
Currently playing: Rhok Skatu - Another Dragon at Icespire Peak
“I cannot wear the armor.” Lia says with a shrug. She nods to Big Al. “I can respect that.” She turns to her companions. “If allowed, do we spend the night here, or do you want to head somewhere before nightfall?”
Big Al turns to Lothlién "of course, I can write a letter for Harbin commending your actions." He looks at the crossbow you loaned him before "would you be willing to part from this weapon? I can offer you one or two butter skulls, they'll improve the flavor of anything you cook, and I want to be prepared should any orc decide to come near my ranch again."
"You are welcome to stay as long as you want. I owe you my life" he replies "I won't be able to assure you clean beds tonight, but the roof should hold and I'll have the place in order should you want to return some other time."
"I'd say you can have it for free, but I do want to try one of those!" Lothlién replies, the dread of the orc attack almost gone from his mind."
He then turns back to Lia: "I guess it would be nice to have some rest. If we bump on something dangerous again, I wasted a lot of my magic"
Xarroth nods at the farmers words, understanding the need to protect a place called home.#
The dragonborn shakes his head at the request of wearing chainmail, "Such armour is quite cumbersome when doing gestures for spells, for me at least."
"I would very much appreciate the idea of staying. Bah! Wasted spells? We are still standing, the orcs have met justice - no spells are wasted when the outcome is this."
"Sounds good to me..." Lia says as she works to stifle a yawn. "Could use some rest myself it seems..." She says with an amused smile. Turning to Big Al. "We'll take you up on your hospitality for the night, but should get back to town to report in tomorrow. We can bring any other letters you wish someone in town to recieve if you want to write them up."
"I'll hold onto the armor then if no one objects...I could use a little rest to recover some of my spells, I'm sure that goes for all of us? Staying the night can also ensure no other orcs come by.
Big Al, did you happen to see any sigil's on these Orcs?" Rhok says
Rhok wants to see if these Orcs come from the camp the group saw that had Ogres
Currently playing: Rhok Skatu - Another Dragon at Icespire Peak
"I guess the armor will suit you better than any of us, Rhok. And you're right, Xarroth, 'wasted' was a poor choice of word. I need some recovery, anyway" Lothlién adds, and makes his way to whetever Big Al points as a place to rest.