Everyone loads uo. Meals are had. Final loading is done. The horses are hitched to the wagon, your party's guest and prisoner are each situated and you set off. Within two and a half to three hours you reach the crossroads and in another two and a half to three hours, you reach Barthen’s Provisions.
Anders, Thistle and M'aiq are frankly dumbfounded by the site of Blaire and her wolf pack on chains walking alongside Wolfsong on one side of the wagon, a goblin riding on each of the two larger wolves, Ikki purched attop the highest point of the wagon having just landed as the last few feet were covered, Sildar and TT riding front, Robwin and a thin tallish goblin walking on the other side of the wagon and Eli, helm and all, walking slightly behind the wagon on the same side as Robwin.
"Hail," Wolfsong calls. "We have some supplies meant for you from a dwarf by the name Rockseeker, we took care of the ones that stole it."
Seeing the look on the workers face Wolfsong casually states, "They are with us, they are looking to change their lot in life, if they cause you any trouble let one of us know and we will take care of it."
As the party prepare to move on out, Robwin goes through his normal morning routines, casting mage armor, which also activates his Arcane Ward (+9hp). He also ritually casts Comprehend Languages and tries to keep that going through the day.
Once they’re on their way, he’ll walk beside Gralk((that’s the magic one right?)) and chat about simple magics. At a quiet moment, he’ll also ritually cast detect magic around Gralk, not expecting to see anything unusual in the weave really, but still just wanting to check anyway.
When they get to town, Robwin gathers near the goblins and nods as Wolfsong makes their introductions.
(( Gralk it is, Robwin, and to your surprise, you do actually see a roiling shimmer of the weave of Mystra/Selune and its shadow counterpart all around Gralk; a chaotic aura of potential. You had heard at least one very dry lecture on the unlikely probability of a true fount of wild magic. A sorcerer not actually bound by an ancestral magic or arcane exposure, but blessed (or cursed) by true unimaginable potential. "Just as likely such an entity, if it should exist, would be its own inadvertent destruction before it would somuch as come of an age to which it could be taught any means of control..." ))
Anders and Thistle looking quickly to the wagon creates say nearly tripping over each other's words, "Well, Mr. Wolfsong, sir,"
Thistle continues, "you already brought in the wagon Mr. Barthen was looking for but by the gods, this looks like what Ms. Graywind at the Lionshield Coster has been desperate to find."
Anders puts in, "I wager she'll come over in haste to have a look if you want."
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Wizard stuff while back on the trail...
When Robwin casts detect magic near Gralk and the oily rainbow film descends over his eyes, he’s quite taken aback by what he sees.
At first, he almost has to squint. It’s like looking into a wind, or directly at the sun. But worse than that, like looking at both a sun and a black-hole at the same time.
As his vision gets more use to it, it’s not so bad, just somewhat of a shock when first confronted with it, like drawing back the curtains when it’s already bright midday outside.
As he concentrates, he sees almost like elementary-particles flowing in streams off of Gralk and dissipating on the wind, he sees something like an Aurora of colours coming and going. He sees geometric rings like iron filings spiralling around a magnet. And wave-patterns of both an abundance- and a void- of weave, both somehow present at the same time.
He... tries.. to take some....... to try and syphon some of the energy into a cantrip and casts a simple fire bolt down at the road behind him......
Arcana check to see if he knows how: 18
Action: casting fire bolt harmlessly at the floor: Attack: 22 Damage: 3
Robwin is somewhat overloaded with energy from Gralk. In that instant (he’s not sure if he could reproduce this though) he somehow syphons more energy than he can handle from the goblin...
The firebilt goes off like a bomb from his palm, but the energy fizzles to almost nothing even before it hits the ground....
This gives Robwin more questions than answers really at this stage.
Overwhelming power that’s both there and not there at the same time. He feels like he’s dabbling somewhere he shouldn’t. And stops. For now.
Once Blaire points out Wolfsong's small folly Wolfsong decides to roll with it, "As I said they are with us, if they cause any problems please tell us and we will take care of it. The same applies to the goblins riding the wolves."
Wolfsong then turns to Thistle and Anders, "Aye, we planned to visit her next but if you wish to collect her then we can help you unload your supplies."
Blaire bursts out laughing as Andres begins looking through the wagon asking, "Rinn! What on earth did you get into? Then jumps back hard as he realizes he just uncovered a tied goblin.
Thistle is jogging off, "Right, I'll be back with her."
M'aiq says, "I will get master Barthen.", and heads quietly for the door of the Provisions.
Rinn chuckles at Blaire in reply to his question, "Everything and nothing." He jumps down from the cart to help Barthen's boys carry off any of the crates before the group continues onto Lionshield.
M'aiq returns with Elmar Barthen who greets you and looks over the few creates and sacks Anders has picked off with Rinn's help.
"Ah, sorry, lads", he says to Anders and Rinn, "that big sack will need to go back on the wagon, but you sorted well enough."
"M'aiq, Go get a couple fresh ox. Anders, You and Thistle get the horses off that rigging and see to them."
Looking fully at the party now, he seems a bit startled, "Well now. You came in last time with my wagon and supplies from Big Al and a few party members short. This time seems you have Linene's wagon and a few extra in your group."
"Hope you don't mind if I keep my distance dear.", says in greeting to Blaire, looking over the wolves and goblins.
He nods to Wolfsong.
He looks up at TT, "Well, you certainly seem to be quite the caravan leader recently. How are you doing?"
"Well, I can certainly understand that.", Elmar replies.
"And, I don't believe we're acquainted", Elmar addresses Sildar, "I'm Elmar Barthen of Barthen’s Provisions and you are?"
"Ah, yes, greetings. I am Sildar Hallwinter of the Lords’ Alliance. I am working with this group to recover Gundren Rockseeker if possible and I am looking for one Iarno Albrek if you know his whereabouts.", Sildar says in an even tone.
"Well, I am sorry not to be of assistance, but I don't recall the name. I do hope Gundren comes out of things alright."
The horses are removed and Oxen hitched up.
Thistle arrives with Linene Graywind, a human woman of about thirty-five, "What's all this about then, Elmar?"
"Ah, well, these fine folks found a shipment, seems to be mostly Lionshield Coster company goods. They were just about to haul it to your shop."
Robwin stows the hat of wizardry in his pack as they approach town. He still has his wand in his sleeve and his component pouch on his belt incase he needs to cast anything but he doesn’t want to draw attention to himself, or the hat.
He stays with Gralk as they are greeted by the various townsfolk. They seem to accept the presence of the wolves and goblins well enough. No one has gone running and screaming yet at least.
"I am Sildar Hallwinter of the Lords’ Alliance. Currently of Neverwinter. Formerly of Waterdeep. I am willing to vouch for this lot. Even the three unbound goblins and the native northlanders.", Sildar pipes in straightening somewhat in his seat.
"Well, that's something. Fair enough. Would you give me a lift back to the store?", Linene Graywind responds with a bit of a squint and a bit of a smile.
Sildar looks to TT in silent question.
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Rinn wakes up early with the sun and goes about preparing to leave, excited as he is to return to some form of civilisation again for a bit.
TT stirs with the group waking and helps load the rest of the wagon. "Lets get out of here"
Everyone loads uo. Meals are had. Final loading is done. The horses are hitched to the wagon, your party's guest and prisoner are each situated and you set off. Within two and a half to three hours you reach the crossroads and in another two and a half to three hours, you reach Barthen’s Provisions.
Anders, Thistle and M'aiq are frankly dumbfounded by the site of Blaire and her wolf pack on chains walking alongside Wolfsong on one side of the wagon, a goblin riding on each of the two larger wolves, Ikki purched attop the highest point of the wagon having just landed as the last few feet were covered, Sildar and TT riding front, Robwin and a thin tallish goblin walking on the other side of the wagon and Eli, helm and all, walking slightly behind the wagon on the same side as Robwin.
"Hail," Wolfsong calls. "We have some supplies meant for you from a dwarf by the name Rockseeker, we took care of the ones that stole it."
Seeing the look on the workers face Wolfsong casually states, "They are with us, they are looking to change their lot in life, if they cause you any trouble let one of us know and we will take care of it."
As the party prepare to move on out, Robwin goes through his normal morning routines, casting mage armor, which also activates his Arcane Ward (+9hp). He also ritually casts Comprehend Languages and tries to keep that going through the day.
Once they’re on their way, he’ll walk beside Gralk ((that’s the magic one right?)) and chat about simple magics. At a quiet moment, he’ll also ritually cast detect magic around Gralk, not expecting to see anything unusual in the weave really, but still just wanting to check anyway.
When they get to town, Robwin gathers near the goblins and nods as Wolfsong makes their introductions.
GILLAIN OF ATHKATLA - Human Paladin - Into the Mists PHILLIP THE GRUNG - Grung Eldritch Knight - Tomb of Annihilation
ROBWIN WINDROBE - High Elf Wizard - Dragon of Icespire Peak EVE DARKSHORE - Tiefling Warlock - Rime of the Frost Maiden
ASH OF THE FIRE - Tabaxi Rogue - Ghosts of Marshswamp LIA STARBORN - Aasimar Bard - Out of the Abyss
(( Gralk it is, Robwin, and to your surprise, you do actually see a roiling shimmer of the weave of Mystra/Selune and its shadow counterpart all around Gralk; a chaotic aura of potential. You had heard at least one very dry lecture on the unlikely probability of a true fount of wild magic. A sorcerer not actually bound by an ancestral magic or arcane exposure, but blessed (or cursed) by true unimaginable potential. "Just as likely such an entity, if it should exist, would be its own inadvertent destruction before it would somuch as come of an age to which it could be taught any means of control..." ))
Blaire laughs noticing that M'aiq seems to be looking more at her than at the goblins when Wolfsong speaks out.
She points that out to Wolfsong in Illuskan.
Anders and Thistle looking quickly to the wagon creates say nearly tripping over each other's words, "Well, Mr. Wolfsong, sir,"
Thistle continues, "you already brought in the wagon Mr. Barthen was looking for but by the gods, this looks like what Ms. Graywind at the Lionshield Coster has been desperate to find."
Anders puts in, "I wager she'll come over in haste to have a look if you want."
Wizard stuff while back on the trail...
When Robwin casts detect magic near Gralk and the oily rainbow film descends over his eyes, he’s quite taken aback by what he sees.
At first, he almost has to squint. It’s like looking into a wind, or directly at the sun. But worse than that, like looking at both a sun and a black-hole at the same time.
As his vision gets more use to it, it’s not so bad, just somewhat of a shock when first confronted with it, like drawing back the curtains when it’s already bright midday outside.
As he concentrates, he sees almost like elementary-particles flowing in streams off of Gralk and dissipating on the wind, he sees something like an Aurora of colours coming and going. He sees geometric rings like iron filings spiralling around a magnet. And wave-patterns of both an abundance- and a void- of weave, both somehow present at the same time.
He... tries.. to take some....... to try and syphon some of the energy into a cantrip and casts a simple fire bolt down at the road behind him......
Arcana check to see if he knows how: 18
Action: casting fire bolt harmlessly at the floor: Attack: 22 Damage: 3
((This was all still while way out of town))
GILLAIN OF ATHKATLA - Human Paladin - Into the Mists PHILLIP THE GRUNG - Grung Eldritch Knight - Tomb of Annihilation
ROBWIN WINDROBE - High Elf Wizard - Dragon of Icespire Peak EVE DARKSHORE - Tiefling Warlock - Rime of the Frost Maiden
ASH OF THE FIRE - Tabaxi Rogue - Ghosts of Marshswamp LIA STARBORN - Aasimar Bard - Out of the Abyss
Robwin’s fire bolt results....
Robwin is somewhat overloaded with energy from Gralk. In that instant (he’s not sure if he could reproduce this though) he somehow syphons more energy than he can handle from the goblin...
The firebilt goes off like a bomb from his palm, but the energy fizzles to almost nothing even before it hits the ground....
This gives Robwin more questions than answers really at this stage.
Overwhelming power that’s both there and not there at the same time. He feels like he’s dabbling somewhere he shouldn’t. And stops. For now.
GILLAIN OF ATHKATLA - Human Paladin - Into the Mists PHILLIP THE GRUNG - Grung Eldritch Knight - Tomb of Annihilation
ROBWIN WINDROBE - High Elf Wizard - Dragon of Icespire Peak EVE DARKSHORE - Tiefling Warlock - Rime of the Frost Maiden
ASH OF THE FIRE - Tabaxi Rogue - Ghosts of Marshswamp LIA STARBORN - Aasimar Bard - Out of the Abyss
Once Blaire points out Wolfsong's small folly Wolfsong decides to roll with it, "As I said they are with us, if they cause any problems please tell us and we will take care of it. The same applies to the goblins riding the wolves."
Wolfsong then turns to Thistle and Anders, "Aye, we planned to visit her next but if you wish to collect her then we can help you unload your supplies."
Blaire bursts out laughing as Andres begins looking through the wagon asking, "Rinn! What on earth did you get into? Then jumps back hard as he realizes he just uncovered a tied goblin.
Thistle is jogging off, "Right, I'll be back with her."
M'aiq says, "I will get master Barthen.", and heads quietly for the door of the Provisions.
Rinn chuckles at Blaire in reply to his question, "Everything and nothing." He jumps down from the cart to help Barthen's boys carry off any of the crates before the group continues onto Lionshield.
M'aiq returns with Elmar Barthen who greets you and looks over the few creates and sacks Anders has picked off with Rinn's help.
"Ah, sorry, lads", he says to Anders and Rinn, "that big sack will need to go back on the wagon, but you sorted well enough."
"M'aiq, Go get a couple fresh ox. Anders, You and Thistle get the horses off that rigging and see to them."
Looking fully at the party now, he seems a bit startled, "Well now. You came in last time with my wagon and supplies from Big Al and a few party members short. This time seems you have Linene's wagon and a few extra in your group."
"Hope you don't mind if I keep my distance dear.", says in greeting to Blaire, looking over the wolves and goblins.
He nods to Wolfsong.
He looks up at TT, "Well, you certainly seem to be quite the caravan leader recently. How are you doing?"
"Its been quite a trip, I could use a good nights rest in a comfy bed."
"Well, I can certainly understand that.", Elmar replies.
"And, I don't believe we're acquainted", Elmar addresses Sildar, "I'm Elmar Barthen of Barthen’s Provisions and you are?"
"Ah, yes, greetings. I am Sildar Hallwinter of the Lords’ Alliance. I am working with this group to recover Gundren Rockseeker if possible and I am looking for one Iarno Albrek if you know his whereabouts.", Sildar says in an even tone.
"Well, I am sorry not to be of assistance, but I don't recall the name. I do hope Gundren comes out of things alright."
The horses are removed and Oxen hitched up.
Thistle arrives with Linene Graywind, a human woman of about thirty-five, "What's all this about then, Elmar?"
"Ah, well, these fine folks found a shipment, seems to be mostly Lionshield Coster company goods. They were just about to haul it to your shop."
"You lot aren't in with them worthless Redbrands ruffians?", Linene Graywind eyes you all suspiciously.
"Redband ruffians? I don't think so," Rinn looks himself over and the others worriedly, "None of us are wearing any red bands. Who are they?"
(OOC - I know it's redbrands, I didn't misread it haha just RPing.)
Robwin stows the hat of wizardry in his pack as they approach town. He still has his wand in his sleeve and his component pouch on his belt incase he needs to cast anything but he doesn’t want to draw attention to himself, or the hat.
He stays with Gralk as they are greeted by the various townsfolk. They seem to accept the presence of the wolves and goblins well enough. No one has gone running and screaming yet at least.
GILLAIN OF ATHKATLA - Human Paladin - Into the Mists PHILLIP THE GRUNG - Grung Eldritch Knight - Tomb of Annihilation
ROBWIN WINDROBE - High Elf Wizard - Dragon of Icespire Peak EVE DARKSHORE - Tiefling Warlock - Rime of the Frost Maiden
ASH OF THE FIRE - Tabaxi Rogue - Ghosts of Marshswamp LIA STARBORN - Aasimar Bard - Out of the Abyss
"I am Sildar Hallwinter of the Lords’ Alliance. Currently of Neverwinter. Formerly of Waterdeep. I am willing to vouch for this lot. Even the three unbound goblins and the native northlanders.", Sildar pipes in straightening somewhat in his seat.
"Well, that's something. Fair enough. Would you give me a lift back to the store?", Linene Graywind responds with a bit of a squint and a bit of a smile.
Sildar looks to TT in silent question.