Storm King's Thunder

Ink floats by and nods at the wizard and group in that "nodding at your coworker to say hello" fashion.

"Actually, I caught your guardian, took a few swipes at me too, kind of an ineffectual guardian if you ask me." Marav chuckles, "He just kinda flailed around while I sat on him. We were sent by the town leader, you need to report to her. These gargoyle have been attacking too many people. And there is the matter of that boy that was killed. Not your fault, I understand that, but apologies are at least in order."

"Yer right, it's late.  Ah heard what happened wit' th' assassins.  It weren't yer fault as ah see it, an' I got'na trouble wit' you defendin' what's yers.  But th' gargoyles was seen harrassin' people walkin' about town, even went sa far as knockin' a woman down.  Ah'll stand wit' ye 'bout defendin' yerself an' fer yer actions that night.  But ah'll stand again' ye 'bout the gargoyles harrassin' the townsfolk.  We'll meet ye at th' Lord Protector's keep in the morn' an' put this all at our backs."  Flint unties his gargoyle.

The gargoyle flies away towards the Boar's Rest as Ink approaches. The wizard barely registers Ink's presence—simpky looks his direction, shakes his head, and rolls his eyes.

The wizard sighs with contempt at your talk of coming in to face Darathra.

"I could not care less where you stand, dwarf." He spat the word. "I have been perfectly reasonable, but my patience has been tried to its limit.

"If the 'Lord Protector' wants to make making hiring  gargoyles illegal, then she can try. But I won't be meeting her anywhere. I have earned my Rest, and have paid my dues long ago, and will not be harassed and maligned by the likes of you.

"Leave me now, I'm tired." He waves his hand dismissively. "I will expect to see no more of you." He looks as if to start towards his mansion.

"I'm not good with people... did my voice rise at the end of the sentence to indicate a question or request? You are going to meet with her. You have committed crimes. You need to come with us to see the Lord Protector."

//Marav uses his bonus action to shift into Dire Wolf form and his action to pin the wizard face down in the dirt. Not trying to kill him, just trying to keep him from moving his hands or talking... you know casting spells like Marav's friend Ink does.//

Strength: 20
//If I get advantage due to pack tactics or surprise.//
Strength: 22

"Marav it's an illusion, did you honestly think he would be brave enough to face us in person? He isn't even brave enough to admit when he has erred."

"lets rest pick up Foehammer's goodies and see if the grand magus flusterbutt shows, and if not we will do better planning with fresh minds"

// Everyone go ahead and roll initiative! //

initiative 23

//btw Rips current plan is to burn his house down//

// From now on I am tying Marav to a tree before we talk to any NPC. //

Initiative: 6

Initiative: 9

//it will read on his grave... "It could have been avoided..."

Initiative 22

//LOL Bad Doggie//

//we gave him a chance, he is a self entitled jerk he had it comming, but no killing!//

//hoping to tie him up and take him in gagged and bound//

"Crap." 

8

// It was avoided.  grave will read "killed for being cantankerous and egotistical. //

// It's going to read, "They bit off more than they could chew." //

// I'll be uploading a map when I can get to a computer... For the time being I've got Flint, Rip, and Angel quite close to each other on the path (within 10 feet of each other), Marav rushing from their position about 25-30 feet towards the wizard, also on the path (initiating combat), and Ink floating by somewhere between the group and the wizard. 

I've got you all close to the bottom of the incline between T12 and T15, on the path.

https://media-waterdeep.cursecdn.com/attachments/1/955/triboar-1.png

//

//I still have hopes that it will less "combat" and more of a kidnapping situation.//