"What do you think, guys?"she asks Astra and Xianon. "We could go back to that cave where we fought the goblins and their old king, set this right. These people seem like they've got a stake in it, too. I don't see any harm in bringing them along, if they're OK with the risk. They handled themselves in a fight once, at least, or they wouldn't be here now."
Alkyn nods, "It did not sit well with me, fleeing from their attack. An opportunity to redress the balance would be welcome...perhaps after a meal and a short rest?"
He looks tired and travel-worn, his gaze turning in the direction of the inn.
"Fine by me, Alkyn. Gives me another chance to drink more of that brownish stuff they serve. Coffee, tea, whatever it is, another cup wouldn't hurt," Serwa says. "Have some food and rest for a beat. If any of you play Dragon Chess, maybe we can go a round. Otherwise I'm finishing the song about the tart boy and the mimic. It really makes you suspect your food." Serwa typically speaks in a flat monotone, and is prone to gallows humor and deadpan delivery. Her companions seem familiar enough with her eccentricities, but for newcomers the Paladin of Kelemvor may require some adjusting.
Aster steps over to signis Allow me to ask about your medical background. I used to be doctor here in phandalin so i got it decently covered when it comes to wound treating, but a helping hand would be great.
“Well, my master and I would travel the wilderness, helping people in the outlying farms and villages. He knew a lot about herbcraft and medicine, and he taught me a few things. I mean, I mostly treated the animals, but the principles are the same”
On getting the suspiciously large amount of incense, Signis will excuse himself. He makes his way to a clear spot a little way from any buildings, and uses the end of his staff to draw a circle in the dirt. Adding a few mystic symbols, he sets up a small brass brazier at the centre and fills it with charcoal. He takes a seat cross-legged and begins to grind the incense with some herbs in a small mortar and pestle, all the while muttering under his breath. After about ten minutes, he pours the powder over the flaming coals, which releases a huge cloud of smoke. With a final few words and gestures, the cloud swirls together into the form of a small, grumpy looking tawny owl.
“Good of you to come. What’s your name then? Hmm, we’ll think of something”.
Carefully burying the last few embers, he packs up his supplies and follows the others to the tavern, with the owl riding on the top of his pack.
Alkyn excuses himself from the learned medical discussion, and smiles sadly at Serwa's question, "Dragon chess? Games that are played by ... smarter folk? Well, let's just say, it takes too long and doesn't earn much. Cards or dice..they are more my domain."
He glances once again in the direction of the tavern, "Besides it's not clear if I will pass out from hunger or exhaustion first...I think I must find some food at the inn. Perhaps you could tell me of the goblin lair, while I eat?"
The prospect of business brings changes Barthen's demeanor instantly. "Ander! Thistle!" he barks hurriedly. "Get this wagon unloaded! This gentleman is cleaning me out of incense!" He's clearly pleased with the notion. "Sister Garaele takes two months to do that," he says with a smile as he loots the small stock on the sales floor. Between what's on the shelf and what's on the cart, he's able to fulfill Signis's request. "I'll have more in another tenday," he promises. "A pleasure doing business with you."
Jon is more inclined to follow the group to the in. "I'm gonna check on George an' Gracie an' I'll join you at the Stone'ill," he promises. He heads out the door and takes a sharp right toward the back of the building.
As Signis is making his purchase, the wood elf is wandering around the shelves. After a while, he, too, approaches the counter with a few items in his arms. "A pound bag of salt, a three pounder of flour, a couple of small knives, a whetstone," he sums up, "and thank all the gods you have soap!" As the shopkeeper makes change, Xianon asks, "Is there a tailor in town? I could use a spare tunic." Barthen gives directions - in the town circle, beside the Lionshield - and Xianon turns to ask if anyone needs anything, but the group has started out towards the inn. With a shrug he gathers his goods, leaves a tip, and hustles to catch up.
Serwa describes the goblin lair as best as she can to Alkyn, hitting the high points, "Trap rigged to flood the entrance, we bypassed that by crawling up into a narrow crevice, got the jump on the king of the tribe, I think it was a bugbear, bigger goblinoid. We killed him, and Yeemik came to cut a deal with us. We were there to rescue hostages, and we'd bypassed them going the way we did. He agreed to mend his ways, but apparently had a short term memory."
After a while, Signis joins the group with his new friend and gets caught up on the situation. "The wagons coming through town must be just too tempting to ignore. It would be better to drive them away from here for good. You said you rescued some hostages- would they be able to give us the layout of the caverns you didn't see?"
Serwa looks to Aster and Xianon, her brow furrowed, as she sips her hot brown drink she doesn't care to judge as tea or coffee. "We did see most of the place on our way back out. Xianon, you were doing the scouting. Think you'll be able to guide us back through that cave easily? My concern is that they've probably either set up the same old traps again, or new ones, if they're expecting us. Even if we know the layout, they still could have surprises in store for us."
After a bit she sets the empty mug aside, seeming marginally more awake but only mildly less dour. "We may just have to deal with that when we get there. When everyone's ready, lets head out."
Alkyn listens to Serwa's description, then the discussion about the layout of the cave. "Forewarned is forearmed, as they say. Sadly that cuts both ways. Do you think we might somehow manage to surprise them?" he asks.
As he listens to the answers, he resumes eating his breakfast. The scent wafting from the "brown drink" suggests that it might help clear his head, or at least stay awake, so he orders one as he finishes his meal.
When he is done, he stands, stretches, and glances regretfully around the room before turning back to his new companions. "We can finalize plans on the road...dealing with them before another wagon is waylaid might be best."
"Right," Serwa says, apparently satisfied with their "plan," such as it is. She prepares her things, and readies to set off with the others back to the goblin cave, when they are ready to depart. "We managed not to get killed last time we went up against this gang. Let's keep that streak up."
Serwa raises an eyebrow, and gestures to Xianon and Aster, saying sardonically, "You hear that? I have a positive attitude. I'm already becoming more upbeat. I might just get rid of my parchment with tally marks of how many days it's been since a comrade died." Serwa heads off in the direction of the cave, suggesting, "Xianon is a good scout, he usually ranges in front for the rest of us, but if someone is confident with that skill set they're welcome to join him, and keep an eye out for traps and ambushes."
"This owl is apparently a knight, or a captain,"Serwa says, deadpan. "Aster, you and I might need to salute. Without Tomora, I was afraid we were going to have to go without animal scouts. Glad to know that niche is still filled. Tomora was a druid. I assume Sir Captain Owl is not? Anyway, owl's are fine by me. They see in the dark, they can do that neat thing with their heads where they twist their necks. No complaints here."
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"What do you think, guys?"she asks Astra and Xianon. "We could go back to that cave where we fought the goblins and their old king, set this right. These people seem like they've got a stake in it, too. I don't see any harm in bringing them along, if they're OK with the risk. They handled themselves in a fight once, at least, or they wouldn't be here now."
Alkyn nods, "It did not sit well with me, fleeing from their attack. An opportunity to redress the balance would be welcome...perhaps after a meal and a short rest?"
He looks tired and travel-worn, his gaze turning in the direction of the inn.
"Fine by me, Alkyn. Gives me another chance to drink more of that brownish stuff they serve. Coffee, tea, whatever it is, another cup wouldn't hurt," Serwa says. "Have some food and rest for a beat. If any of you play Dragon Chess, maybe we can go a round. Otherwise I'm finishing the song about the tart boy and the mimic. It really makes you suspect your food." Serwa typically speaks in a flat monotone, and is prone to gallows humor and deadpan delivery. Her companions seem familiar enough with her eccentricities, but for newcomers the Paladin of Kelemvor may require some adjusting.
Aster steps over to signis Allow me to ask about your medical background. I used to be doctor here in phandalin so i got it decently covered when it comes to wound treating, but a helping hand would be great.
Olloray Dim - Limbo's Pit
Gunther Korroden - Nightmares in the Mist
“Well, my master and I would travel the wilderness, helping people in the outlying farms and villages. He knew a lot about herbcraft and medicine, and he taught me a few things. I mean, I mostly treated the animals, but the principles are the same”
DM- Chronicles of Wildemount Campaign.
On getting the suspiciously large amount of incense, Signis will excuse himself. He makes his way to a clear spot a little way from any buildings, and uses the end of his staff to draw a circle in the dirt. Adding a few mystic symbols, he sets up a small brass brazier at the centre and fills it with charcoal. He takes a seat cross-legged and begins to grind the incense with some herbs in a small mortar and pestle, all the while muttering under his breath. After about ten minutes, he pours the powder over the flaming coals, which releases a huge cloud of smoke. With a final few words and gestures, the cloud swirls together into the form of a small, grumpy looking tawny owl.
“Good of you to come. What’s your name then? Hmm, we’ll think of something”.
Carefully burying the last few embers, he packs up his supplies and follows the others to the tavern, with the owl riding on the top of his pack.
DM- Chronicles of Wildemount Campaign.
Yes the principals are the same, but it stops there. But a helping hand is welcome none the less. Was your master a druid?
Olloray Dim - Limbo's Pit
Gunther Korroden - Nightmares in the Mist
Alkyn excuses himself from the learned medical discussion, and smiles sadly at Serwa's question, "Dragon chess? Games that are played by ... smarter folk? Well, let's just say, it takes too long and doesn't earn much. Cards or dice..they are more my domain."
He glances once again in the direction of the tavern, "Besides it's not clear if I will pass out from hunger or exhaustion first...I think I must find some food at the inn. Perhaps you could tell me of the goblin lair, while I eat?"
The prospect of business brings changes Barthen's demeanor instantly. "Ander! Thistle!" he barks hurriedly. "Get this wagon unloaded! This gentleman is cleaning me out of incense!" He's clearly pleased with the notion. "Sister Garaele takes two months to do that," he says with a smile as he loots the small stock on the sales floor. Between what's on the shelf and what's on the cart, he's able to fulfill Signis's request. "I'll have more in another tenday," he promises. "A pleasure doing business with you."
Jon is more inclined to follow the group to the in. "I'm gonna check on George an' Gracie an' I'll join you at the Stone'ill," he promises. He heads out the door and takes a sharp right toward the back of the building.
Xianon Lathalas
As Signis is making his purchase, the wood elf is wandering around the shelves. After a while, he, too, approaches the counter with a few items in his arms. "A pound bag of salt, a three pounder of flour, a couple of small knives, a whetstone," he sums up, "and thank all the gods you have soap!" As the shopkeeper makes change, Xianon asks, "Is there a tailor in town? I could use a spare tunic." Barthen gives directions - in the town circle, beside the Lionshield - and Xianon turns to ask if anyone needs anything, but the group has started out towards the inn. With a shrug he gathers his goods, leaves a tip, and hustles to catch up.
"A wizard, but he had read a lot on the other schools of magic, and had much learning in mundane medicine."
DM- Chronicles of Wildemount Campaign.
Serwa describes the goblin lair as best as she can to Alkyn, hitting the high points, "Trap rigged to flood the entrance, we bypassed that by crawling up into a narrow crevice, got the jump on the king of the tribe, I think it was a bugbear, bigger goblinoid. We killed him, and Yeemik came to cut a deal with us. We were there to rescue hostages, and we'd bypassed them going the way we did. He agreed to mend his ways, but apparently had a short term memory."
After a while, Signis joins the group with his new friend and gets caught up on the situation. "The wagons coming through town must be just too tempting to ignore. It would be better to drive them away from here for good. You said you rescued some hostages- would they be able to give us the layout of the caverns you didn't see?"
DM- Chronicles of Wildemount Campaign.
Serwa looks to Aster and Xianon, her brow furrowed, as she sips her hot brown drink she doesn't care to judge as tea or coffee. "We did see most of the place on our way back out. Xianon, you were doing the scouting. Think you'll be able to guide us back through that cave easily? My concern is that they've probably either set up the same old traps again, or new ones, if they're expecting us. Even if we know the layout, they still could have surprises in store for us."
After a bit she sets the empty mug aside, seeming marginally more awake but only mildly less dour. "We may just have to deal with that when we get there. When everyone's ready, lets head out."
Alkyn listens to Serwa's description, then the discussion about the layout of the cave. "Forewarned is forearmed, as they say. Sadly that cuts both ways. Do you think we might somehow manage to surprise them?" he asks.
As he listens to the answers, he resumes eating his breakfast. The scent wafting from the "brown drink" suggests that it might help clear his head, or at least stay awake, so he orders one as he finishes his meal.
When he is done, he stands, stretches, and glances regretfully around the room before turning back to his new companions. "We can finalize plans on the road...dealing with them before another wagon is waylaid might be best."
"Right," Serwa says, apparently satisfied with their "plan," such as it is. She prepares her things, and readies to set off with the others back to the goblin cave, when they are ready to depart. "We managed not to get killed last time we went up against this gang. Let's keep that streak up."
Alkyn laughs, "I like a positive attitude...and limited, realizable objectives! Heres to not dying."
Serwa raises an eyebrow, and gestures to Xianon and Aster, saying sardonically, "You hear that? I have a positive attitude. I'm already becoming more upbeat. I might just get rid of my parchment with tally marks of how many days it's been since a comrade died." Serwa heads off in the direction of the cave, suggesting, "Xianon is a good scout, he usually ranges in front for the rest of us, but if someone is confident with that skill set they're welcome to join him, and keep an eye out for traps and ambushes."
“Sir Owlstan can help you scout!” Says Signis enthusiastically. The owl bites him. “Ouch! Captain Hootswell? No? This owl will help.”
DM- Chronicles of Wildemount Campaign.
"This owl is apparently a knight, or a captain," Serwa says, deadpan. "Aster, you and I might need to salute. Without Tomora, I was afraid we were going to have to go without animal scouts. Glad to know that niche is still filled. Tomora was a druid. I assume Sir Captain Owl is not? Anyway, owl's are fine by me. They see in the dark, they can do that neat thing with their heads where they twist their necks. No complaints here."