Storm King's Thunder

"Ink, did they happen to tell you why they expected giants to be active?"

"No blacksmith... figures, luck is not with us. Any weapons for sale around here?"

//Speaking of Rip’s book. How good is the art in it? Angel is proficient in Painting/Paint Supplies as a monk and would have checked it out/evaluates the art while he was on watch//

good, but you could probably do better. the writing is top notch though

• "As  fer  that, as a cleric o' Moradin, ah know how ta work hammer an' forge, but ah ain't got'na  forge in me backpack!"

"I'm thinking of changing things up when I can... want one of those spiky maces... what's it called... a morning star." Marav shudders at the memory of splitting the pudding in two.

"Ink, did anyone say why the giants were active?"

"If the Giants are active that could be bad news. I wonder if the Order knows about this. I should probably tell someone when I get to a big city. It seems like the threat here is over at the very least. The Giants got whatever they wanted and I saw to my duties. But, what are you guys going to be doing now?" Angel questions the group. 

"The Enclave will want to know this as well. Before we go we need to make sure this town is settled as best we can. Who is in charge now?"

"Was just about to ask that Marav! After we get Nightstone and the Brightcaps set up I'll help Ink look into 'the' nightstone, see if we can figure out what's going on with these giants"

// brightcaps? Nice //

"Unfortunately, no word has been received as to why the giants are suddenly active... Only that they are. My initial mission was only to go out and warn the region, spreading word to as many as I could. But I'm sure that I can extend my mission parameters to look into the why as well, lord knows I've studied the subject matter long enough. Know your enemies. I've spent years reading about orcs, dragons and giants... But I fear my tomes have not prepared me well enough. However, this is a problem that can affect the entire region... It merits an investigation. "

//Because of the Brightly colored cap i gave beedo when he first joined us so we didn't accidentally kill him in a fight lol//

"Which was the giant headed? We can start that way. Gives us a direction at least."

"The Cloud giants? They went up, I imagine. I wasn't here when they left so I can't be sure beyond that... Perhaps the guards know? Although I think they might have been too distracted to be aware of that." 

"Well, we still gotta fix'r replace our gear. "A dead dwarf fights no battles" me Sargent  always said. So, Rip, how's our finances?"

"I was supposed to share?" Rip asks with a surprised look "Ha, just kidding  we have 

gold wedding band (worth 25gp), 3 silver pieces and 13 copper, and a fish-shaped locket that has a picture of a rosy-cheeked male halfling (worth 25 gp).

several muffins, a block of cheese, and a cooked chicken, along with a frying pan, an iron pot, a bullseye lantern, two flasks of oil, a set of cook’s utensils, a jar of cloves (worth 1 sp), a jar of saffron (worth 1 gp), a dented silver jug (worth 20 gp), and a cracked hourglass (worth 25 gp if repaired)

4 platinum pieces, 13 gold, Zhentarim ring ~25gp, bag of 7 gems ~100gp each

a tinderbox, a smoking pipe, a stuffed teddy bear, and a boxed set of Three-Dragon Ante cards (worth 1 gp)

nine spears, five clubs, two daggers, and six wooden shields—likely the villagers' stuff

Loose coins: 12 gp, 55 sp, and 87 cp
A matching pair of silver salt and pepper shakers (worth 25 gp for the pair)
A bloodstained leather case containing a complete set of thieves’ tools (worth 25 gp)
A holy symbol of Silvanus carved from wood and inlaid with gold (worth 25 gp)
A scroll of witch bolt

The loot from the Zhentarim should more then cover expenses for armor and weapons, although we need to remember to return the villagers things"

"Agreed, that should cover our needs fine, so  long as we can find a shop...."

"The Lionshield Coster here is town was hit hard by the goblins. And without Darthag here to run things...he was the last to be eaten..." Morak shudders. "I'm, ah, not sure what there is left. But I suppose you're welcome to wherever supplies are left there. I haven't had a chance to assess the loss; I suppose that'll be up to the Coster and the Allance. In my estimation, you've more than earned anything you need from there."

Morak paused before launching into what turned out to be a request.

"But actually, it was partly because of poor old Darthag that I wanted to chat with ye. See, Darthag has an ex-wife, Alaestra Ulgar. She runs a similar trading post in Triboar. She's his next of kin, and someone has to let her know about his passing. I was hoping that your travels might take ye past Triboar in the near future...?

"Ach, there's so many deaths, so many relatives to notify far and wide. Alaestra is just one. And I was hoping not to notify her m'self; she and I never did get on very well."

"What say you Ink? Was Triboar  on yer  list o' places ta  visit an' warn o' the giants?"

While Morak is taking, Ink accidentally drops a small object.

"Ah! Well isn't that a nice piece!" Morak picks it up and holds it against the light to get a better look. You can see that it's a brooch made of silver, showing a stylized harp set against a crescent moon."The height of fashion, this pin is! Lots o' young, landed folk in Waterdeep are wearing these nowadays. Granted, their wardrobe is a bit different from yours," he indicates Ink's common clothes and leathers, "but I recognize good craftsmanship when I see it!

"Beautiful silverwork," he said, handing it back to the elf.