"Thank you Rhogar, I'll do just that then." Krom finishes his ale and then finds a suitable place within the castle for a long-awaited rest. After placing down his bedroll, the dwarf takes a good ten minutes to remove his armour and place it on the stone floor next to all of his weapons. He then takes out his smith's tools from the backpack and proceeds to execute some minor repairs and maintenance on each items. After a good hour of work, he stows away the tools and, satisfied, lays down on the bedroll. Sleep finds him almost immediately after.
Kazri and Chill makes sure the dogs are well taken care of. After that, she returns with Oli to the keep, and also find a place to rest for the night.
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Kazri - Level 10 Human Paladin (Oath of the Ancients) - The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks Droknin Palemane - Level 4 Leonin Barbarian (Path of the Beast) - Where the Cold Winds Blow... A Lost Mines of Phandelver Story Faelan (Cottontail) Whisperwind - Level 3 Ranger (Fey Wanderer) - Zorg's Lost Souls II
"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
Day 12, Month of Alturiak ("The Claw of Winter" or "The Claws of the Cold")
With a good nights rest the party gathers again to break their fast in the common room of the castle. A serving of knucklehead trout is the main meal.
Vellynne speaks "It is time I think. We must begin our search for the lost Netherese city buried deep in the Reghed Glacier. I urge you to accompany me to the glacier without delay lest one of my rivals in the Arcane Brotherhood catch up to us. Avarice is certainly headed there at some point soon. The defeat of these cultists and the scattering of their people will certainly delay her, or so I hope. We musty seize the opportunity now and make our way east."
"On that point I cannot disagree. Yet we still face a significant problem."Rhogar at that point looks to whoever had the map last, if not pulls it out himself, and with Gorrah's assistance in clearing a space, sees to it being laid out as best as possible for others to see. "The Reghed Glacier is a massive part of the region. So much so, that we could spend days if not weeks exploring and come no closer to our goal. Meanwhile, we have little to no clues if the same can be said of tiefling and her minions. The book-" He pats his chest to where he'd kept the book secreted on his person. "-should aid in the endeavor, but... it is no guarantee. I'll need to study it further along the way in hopes of perhaps unlocking more information. But as things stand, -this- promises to be a reckless endeavor doomed for failure without doing everything in our power to prepare."
On that note, the dragonborn looks to Krom. "In the past you've been granted the ability to converse with others over great distance. If this remains true, and though it's a long shot -- a VERY long, but could you... eh, could you try to reach out to one of the tribesman we helped during the trial? See if they know of any significant locations on or near the glacier that might provide egress deeper into it? For I believe we were told at one point that we could use their aid for such thing? And depending on the magic of that trial, it could very well be that we've genuinely come across them already, and not just phantoms and echoes designed to test her followers."
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Krom finishes eating his share of fish as Vellynne urges the Fellowship to begin the search for Ythryn's location. In response to Rhogar's suggestion, the dwarf nods and says "Of course Rhogar. I still have the ability to speak over great distances. And if I can find some incense within this castle, I could also attempt to commune with one of the All-Father's servants or with the All-Father himself, asking for guidance." The dwarf scratches his beard for a long moment as he tries to recall past memories "If my memory does not fail me yet, we do have a vague idea of where the Caves of Hunger are located. Gant added its general location on our map, and he also mentioned that they should be in a place where a waterfall once tumbled down to the glacier. During our trials, I think that you mentioned speaking with a man named Hengar Aesnvaard, and that this man knew of the Caves. They should be located at the edge of the glacier itself, where the river forks many times." "It may not be enough, but I guess that it's a good start. I'll attempt to contact this Hengar, if we could find him, we could ask him to act as guide and lead us there."
Chill looks down at the map and points a few places out.
"It looks like this lake is fed by a river that flows from the direction of the glaciers. If we follow it we'll be less likely to get lost. It's likely frozen over but I could still follow its general path. From there we search. If the entrance is a frozen waterfall then it feeds this river. As Krom said, Gant gave us a general idea where it is. It'll only take time to find it. We have sleds and dogs and your Axebeak. We'll have plenty of supplies and I bet Krom here could magic up a feast if he really needed to. We are more then capable of finding this place."
Kazri studies the map laid out by Rhogar and tries to useful, but it seems that the Dragonborn has it covered. Kazri raises an eyebrow when he mentions the tribesmen. She thought that the whole ordeal was a dream. "Should we get the sleds ready for departure?" She asks the others.
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Kazri - Level 10 Human Paladin (Oath of the Ancients) - The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks Droknin Palemane - Level 4 Leonin Barbarian (Path of the Beast) - Where the Cold Winds Blow... A Lost Mines of Phandelver Story Faelan (Cottontail) Whisperwind - Level 3 Ranger (Fey Wanderer) - Zorg's Lost Souls II
"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
Rhogar straightens out his back, crosses his arms, and frowned while rubbing his chin. But after a few moments, both and Gorrah share a look, and then break into defeated smiles. "Seems then I was worried for nothing, and might've taken a few more knocks during this journey than I care to admit to have forgotten so much." He said, chuckling a little towards the end. "Very well then! Uh, yes, Lady Kazri. Let's be off!" The dragonborn declares, lingering only in case any others seemed to want to get in another word in edgewise. Otherwise, he'd remember his knucklehead trout, only to see once again Gorrah polish off his breakfast in addition to her own, and was laying on his plate with just the biggest of bellies.
"Every time." He muttered, before with a sigh of defeat, heading off(if not over) to the Speaker or whichever servant now spoke in his absence, to bid the man thanks for the hospitality and admit to the group's intent to depart. The where's are kept secret and he'd admit to as much if pressed. But regardless, he'd ask if in the interim he'd have one of his staff keep the urn with the ashes safe until they return. Or if they do not within a tendays time, see it delivered along with a word of the group's condolence if at all possible.
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"Thank you, Chill," says the dwarf as the tabaxi shows the map to the group, "Our search will not be easy, but we can get the job done. Do not worry about starving either; the All-Father will provide enough food to last for a lifetime." adds with a grin. "I have already packed all of my things, we can depart as soon as we are all ready."
Kazri - Level 10 Human Paladin (Oath of the Ancients) - The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks Droknin Palemane - Level 4 Leonin Barbarian (Path of the Beast) - Where the Cold Winds Blow... A Lost Mines of Phandelver Story Faelan (Cottontail) Whisperwind - Level 3 Ranger (Fey Wanderer) - Zorg's Lost Souls II
"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
Within an hour the sleds are made ready and supplies are loaded and you head out. You've been told that within an hour or two you will reach the last, most northern village in Icewind Dale, Caer-Konig. A three-mile-long, snow-covered path links Caer-Konig to the neighboring town of Caer-Dineval. Within a hour of leaving Caer-Dineval you reach the village of Caer-Konig.
The white, snow-covered slopes of Kelvin’s Cairn loom large behind this quiet lakeside town. Terraced rows of houses that recede from the shore of Lac Dinneshere like the tiers of an amphitheater. The harbor is frozen, its docks skewed and broken by the shifting ice. Buried under the snow on the slopes above the last row of houses are the ruins of the Caer. It is next to this old Caer that the path from Caer-Dineval comes to this town.
Most of the village itself lays to your right. You can pass by if you wish and continue out along the edge of Lac Dinneshere to find the river that feeds it. You walk along a road that fas a few buildings.
"A quiet village, would you not say?" says Krom while removing some snow from his beard "Shall we press on or at least approach Speaker Kriv for exchanging information? It was our original intention to help them with interlopers roaming around the ruined castle, but if we stay, that tiefling may findYthryn before us." Asks the dwarf while looking at the nearby houses.
"Hmm... All very true concerns, Master Krom. And were I more a callous sort, I'd say we should press on! Ignoring, of course, that it's been about an hour, and those precious pooches could use a break anyways."Rhogar says with a smile in his voice. "Fortunately, that isn't the case for any of us now, is it? Heh! So let's see if we can find a tavern or the like, and get directions to Speaker Kriv's current abode. As I very much doubt he staying in those ruins."
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"It seems so far that the needs of the Ten Towns is great and the curse of Auril has made them all the greater. A bit of news and a check in the locals would be a prudent move." Chill says in agreement. "We may even learn if her or any of the cult have passed through town."
Kazri agrees with the group. "We may not see civilization for a while. If there is any further preparations that we need to do, this would be our last chance."
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Kazri - Level 10 Human Paladin (Oath of the Ancients) - The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks Droknin Palemane - Level 4 Leonin Barbarian (Path of the Beast) - Where the Cold Winds Blow... A Lost Mines of Phandelver Story Faelan (Cottontail) Whisperwind - Level 3 Ranger (Fey Wanderer) - Zorg's Lost Souls II
"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
Krom nods in agreement. "Even if the tiefling had a head start on us, we do know the general location of the caves and we do have the Codicil, she does not." adds the dwarf with a toothy grin. "We can spare some time within this village to gather and exchange information and possibly resolve a problem or two."
You walk past the remains of the Caer and down the path of the first street. Speaker Crannoc Siever from Caer-Dineval told you, prior to your leaving, that the speaker of Caer-Konig lives in one of the first homes as you enter the village. He described him as a silver dragonborn named Trovus. Speaker Trovus is, as Siever told you, a retired adventurer. Trovus won over his fellow townsfolk with his brawn and good humor, though Siever thinks he’s too blunt to be a good politician and drinks too much.
The town sits quietly at the foot of Kelvin’s Cairn. A few bundled-up people shuffle between snow-battered houses, keeping their heads down, barely bothering to give you a look as you walk past them.
A pile of snow stirs as you pass it, and someone hidden beneath it suddenly stands. The figure looks around and yells, “Who goes there? Is it thieves? Have I found those creeping bastards?”
When he pulls down the scarf covering his face, you see it is a silver dragonborn holding onto an empty wine bottle as if it was a weapon. He belches, grins at you, and says, “Pardon my manners. Bit jittery with all the thieving going on. I’m Trovus, the town speaker.”
Despite the fair warning from Speaker Crannoc, Rhogar still found himself taken aback at the sight of the silverborn. For despite himself, and even after growing a certain degree accustomed to the even less disciplined ways of westerners, the look of surprise and confusion melts into disgust and anger at the sight of Trovus condition. Even Gorrah, after peeking her head out from within the hood of her dragonborn companion turned her head upward in discomfort. Yet in sensing Rhogar become as riled up as he was, she nuzzles his head, distracting him just as he'd been about to speak.
"Not now. He-..."The bronze dragonborn stops and side-eyes as Gorrah, narrows his eyes, and then after a possibly awkward few moments, sighs through his nose, releasing a fresh scent of ozone into the air. "We are the White Cloaks. A band of... hm... let's say adventurers, to keep things simple. Though either way, I doubt you've heard of us, or at least much of us of late given the situation in the Dales." He'd expressed had noone else beaten him to the punch in introductions. "I am Rhogar of Clan Nimbatuul. And considering we'll be in town for at least a time, I'm sure my fellows would not mind hearing more about these so called thieves plaguing it. Though perhaps somewhere more warmer?"
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"Thank you Rhogar, I'll do just that then." Krom finishes his ale and then finds a suitable place within the castle for a long-awaited rest. After placing down his bedroll, the dwarf takes a good ten minutes to remove his armour and place it on the stone floor next to all of his weapons. He then takes out his smith's tools from the backpack and proceeds to execute some minor repairs and maintenance on each items. After a good hour of work, he stows away the tools and, satisfied, lays down on the bedroll. Sleep finds him almost immediately after.
Kazri and Chill makes sure the dogs are well taken care of. After that, she returns with Oli to the keep, and also find a place to rest for the night.
Kazri - Level 10 Human Paladin (Oath of the Ancients) - The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks
Droknin Palemane - Level 4 Leonin Barbarian (Path of the Beast) - Where the Cold Winds Blow... A Lost Mines of Phandelver Story
Faelan (Cottontail) Whisperwind - Level 3 Ranger (Fey Wanderer) - Zorg's Lost Souls II
"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
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Day 12, Month of Alturiak ("The Claw of Winter" or "The Claws of the Cold")
With a good nights rest the party gathers again to break their fast in the common room of the castle. A serving of knucklehead trout is the main meal.
Vellynne speaks "It is time I think. We must begin our search for the lost Netherese city buried deep in the Reghed Glacier. I urge you to accompany me to the glacier without delay lest one of my rivals in the Arcane Brotherhood catch up to us. Avarice is certainly headed there at some point soon. The defeat of these cultists and the scattering of their people will certainly delay her, or so I hope. We musty seize the opportunity now and make our way east."
"On that point I cannot disagree. Yet we still face a significant problem." Rhogar at that point looks to whoever had the map last, if not pulls it out himself, and with Gorrah's assistance in clearing a space, sees to it being laid out as best as possible for others to see. "The Reghed Glacier is a massive part of the region. So much so, that we could spend days if not weeks exploring and come no closer to our goal. Meanwhile, we have little to no clues if the same can be said of tiefling and her minions. The book-" He pats his chest to where he'd kept the book secreted on his person. "-should aid in the endeavor, but... it is no guarantee. I'll need to study it further along the way in hopes of perhaps unlocking more information. But as things stand, -this- promises to be a reckless endeavor doomed for failure without doing everything in our power to prepare."
On that note, the dragonborn looks to Krom. "In the past you've been granted the ability to converse with others over great distance. If this remains true, and though it's a long shot -- a VERY long, but could you... eh, could you try to reach out to one of the tribesman we helped during the trial? See if they know of any significant locations on or near the glacier that might provide egress deeper into it? For I believe we were told at one point that we could use their aid for such thing? And depending on the magic of that trial, it could very well be that we've genuinely come across them already, and not just phantoms and echoes designed to test her followers."
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Krom finishes eating his share of fish as Vellynne urges the Fellowship to begin the search for Ythryn's location. In response to Rhogar's suggestion, the dwarf nods and says "Of course Rhogar. I still have the ability to speak over great distances. And if I can find some incense within this castle, I could also attempt to commune with one of the All-Father's servants or with the All-Father himself, asking for guidance."
The dwarf scratches his beard for a long moment as he tries to recall past memories "If my memory does not fail me yet, we do have a vague idea of where the Caves of Hunger are located. Gant added its general location on our map, and he also mentioned that they should be in a place where a waterfall once tumbled down to the glacier. During our trials, I think that you mentioned speaking with a man named Hengar Aesnvaard, and that this man knew of the Caves. They should be located at the edge of the glacier itself, where the river forks many times."
"It may not be enough, but I guess that it's a good start. I'll attempt to contact this Hengar, if we could find him, we could ask him to act as guide and lead us there."
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Chill looks down at the map and points a few places out.
"It looks like this lake is fed by a river that flows from the direction of the glaciers. If we follow it we'll be less likely to get lost. It's likely frozen over but I could still follow its general path. From there we search. If the entrance is a frozen waterfall then it feeds this river. As Krom said, Gant gave us a general idea where it is. It'll only take time to find it. We have sleds and dogs and your Axebeak. We'll have plenty of supplies and I bet Krom here could magic up a feast if he really needed to. We are more then capable of finding this place."
Kazri studies the map laid out by Rhogar and tries to useful, but it seems that the Dragonborn has it covered. Kazri raises an eyebrow when he mentions the tribesmen. She thought that the whole ordeal was a dream. "Should we get the sleds ready for departure?" She asks the others.
Kazri - Level 10 Human Paladin (Oath of the Ancients) - The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks
Droknin Palemane - Level 4 Leonin Barbarian (Path of the Beast) - Where the Cold Winds Blow... A Lost Mines of Phandelver Story
Faelan (Cottontail) Whisperwind - Level 3 Ranger (Fey Wanderer) - Zorg's Lost Souls II
"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
Rhogar straightens out his back, crosses his arms, and frowned while rubbing his chin. But after a few moments, both and Gorrah share a look, and then break into defeated smiles. "Seems then I was worried for nothing, and might've taken a few more knocks during this journey than I care to admit to have forgotten so much." He said, chuckling a little towards the end. "Very well then! Uh, yes, Lady Kazri. Let's be off!" The dragonborn declares, lingering only in case any others seemed to want to get in another word in edgewise. Otherwise, he'd remember his knucklehead trout, only to see once again Gorrah polish off his breakfast in addition to her own, and was laying on his plate with just the biggest of bellies.
"Every time." He muttered, before with a sigh of defeat, heading off(if not over) to the Speaker or whichever servant now spoke in his absence, to bid the man thanks for the hospitality and admit to the group's intent to depart. The where's are kept secret and he'd admit to as much if pressed. But regardless, he'd ask if in the interim he'd have one of his staff keep the urn with the ashes safe until they return. Or if they do not within a tendays time, see it delivered along with a word of the group's condolence if at all possible.
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"Thank you, Chill," says the dwarf as the tabaxi shows the map to the group, "Our search will not be easy, but we can get the job done. Do not worry about starving either; the All-Father will provide enough food to last for a lifetime." adds with a grin.
"I have already packed all of my things, we can depart as soon as we are all ready."
"Very well. I shall be back soon." Kazri goes with Oli to fetch the dogs, and get the sleds ready for departure.
Kazri - Level 10 Human Paladin (Oath of the Ancients) - The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks
Droknin Palemane - Level 4 Leonin Barbarian (Path of the Beast) - Where the Cold Winds Blow... A Lost Mines of Phandelver Story
Faelan (Cottontail) Whisperwind - Level 3 Ranger (Fey Wanderer) - Zorg's Lost Souls II
"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
Chill finishes a warm drink from his bone tankard and then steps away from the table.
"I'll help Kazri get the sleds ready."
Within an hour the sleds are made ready and supplies are loaded and you head out. You've been told that within an hour or two you will reach the last, most northern village in Icewind Dale, Caer-Konig. A three-mile-long, snow-covered path links Caer-Konig to the neighboring town of Caer-Dineval. Within a hour of leaving Caer-Dineval you reach the village of Caer-Konig.
The white, snow-covered slopes of Kelvin’s Cairn loom large behind this quiet lakeside town. Terraced rows of houses that recede from the shore of Lac Dinneshere like the tiers of an amphitheater. The harbor is frozen, its docks skewed and broken by the shifting ice. Buried under the snow on the slopes above the last row of houses are the ruins of the Caer. It is next to this old Caer that the path from Caer-Dineval comes to this town.
Most of the village itself lays to your right. You can pass by if you wish and continue out along the edge of Lac Dinneshere to find the river that feeds it. You walk along a road that fas a few buildings.
It is still early in the day, mid-morning.
"A quiet village, would you not say?" says Krom while removing some snow from his beard "Shall we press on or at least approach Speaker Kriv for exchanging information? It was our original intention to help them with interlopers roaming around the ruined castle, but if we stay, that tiefling may find Ythryn before us." Asks the dwarf while looking at the nearby houses.
"Hmm... All very true concerns, Master Krom. And were I more a callous sort, I'd say we should press on! Ignoring, of course, that it's been about an hour, and those precious pooches could use a break anyways." Rhogar says with a smile in his voice. "Fortunately, that isn't the case for any of us now, is it? Heh! So let's see if we can find a tavern or the like, and get directions to Speaker Kriv's current abode. As I very much doubt he staying in those ruins."
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"It seems so far that the needs of the Ten Towns is great and the curse of Auril has made them all the greater. A bit of news and a check in the locals would be a prudent move." Chill says in agreement. "We may even learn if her or any of the cult have passed through town."
Kazri agrees with the group. "We may not see civilization for a while. If there is any further preparations that we need to do, this would be our last chance."
Kazri - Level 10 Human Paladin (Oath of the Ancients) - The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks
Droknin Palemane - Level 4 Leonin Barbarian (Path of the Beast) - Where the Cold Winds Blow... A Lost Mines of Phandelver Story
Faelan (Cottontail) Whisperwind - Level 3 Ranger (Fey Wanderer) - Zorg's Lost Souls II
"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
Krom nods in agreement. "Even if the tiefling had a head start on us, we do know the general location of the caves and we do have the Codicil, she does not." adds the dwarf with a toothy grin. "We can spare some time within this village to gather and exchange information and possibly resolve a problem or two."
You walk past the remains of the Caer and down the path of the first street. Speaker Crannoc Siever from Caer-Dineval told you, prior to your leaving, that the speaker of Caer-Konig lives in one of the first homes as you enter the village. He described him as a silver dragonborn named Trovus. Speaker Trovus is, as Siever told you, a retired adventurer. Trovus won over his fellow townsfolk with his brawn and good humor, though Siever thinks he’s too blunt to be a good politician and drinks too much.
The town sits quietly at the foot of Kelvin’s Cairn. A few bundled-up people shuffle between snow-battered houses, keeping their heads down, barely bothering to give you a look as you walk past them.
A pile of snow stirs as you pass it, and someone hidden beneath it suddenly stands. The figure looks around and yells, “Who goes there? Is it thieves? Have I found those creeping bastards?”
When he pulls down the scarf covering his face, you see it is a silver dragonborn holding onto an empty wine bottle as if it was a weapon. He belches, grins at you, and says, “Pardon my manners. Bit jittery with all the thieving going on. I’m Trovus, the town speaker.”
Despite the fair warning from Speaker Crannoc, Rhogar still found himself taken aback at the sight of the silverborn. For despite himself, and even after growing a certain degree accustomed to the even less disciplined ways of westerners, the look of surprise and confusion melts into disgust and anger at the sight of Trovus condition. Even Gorrah, after peeking her head out from within the hood of her dragonborn companion turned her head upward in discomfort. Yet in sensing Rhogar become as riled up as he was, she nuzzles his head, distracting him just as he'd been about to speak.
"Not now. He-..." The bronze dragonborn stops and side-eyes as Gorrah, narrows his eyes, and then after a possibly awkward few moments, sighs through his nose, releasing a fresh scent of ozone into the air. "We are the White Cloaks. A band of... hm... let's say adventurers, to keep things simple. Though either way, I doubt you've heard of us, or at least much of us of late given the situation in the Dales." He'd expressed had noone else beaten him to the punch in introductions. "I am Rhogar of Clan Nimbatuul. And considering we'll be in town for at least a time, I'm sure my fellows would not mind hearing more about these so called thieves plaguing it. Though perhaps somewhere more warmer?"
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