With Flint's expert guidance and Ink's help, the two are able to lift the heavy crossbeam and push it off the door.
Lady Hawkwinter is there to open it, and a stench meets your noses. A sound is made as sunlight streams into the dark basement, "Hey!" Followed by a hiccup.
Up the steps stumbles a very drunk, middle-aged halfling. "Hey!" He says again. "I'm saved! Hiccup. Praised be Yondalla!"
The older halfling sees Rip, squints in the daylight, then throws his arms out and cries, "JIMMY MY BOY! Hic." The odor coming from him is truly awful.
If Rip sees this halfling he recognizes him as his father. Unkempt, tipsy, and in serious need of a bath—and probably some hydration, at the very least—but alive.
"Papa Jib? I'd hug you but you need a bath first... Hey! you broke into my stash of the good stuff! well, it kept you alive so i'll let it slide ya old geezer!"
Ink holds his breath the best he can and looks into the opening the halfling exited from, after noting it's big enough to enter and seems structurally safe, he'll go inside and take a look around for other halflings, notes, supplies, possible openings to other spaces.
Marav returns to the group after searching around. "We might be able to track them, but all I really have is a general direction. We need more information." He spies the drunk halfling. "We need to find out what he knows."
It seems like that while Angel was helping look for some clues he got a little distracted by his wounds and his anger that he couldn’t take down these giants.
Flint heaves and retches, unable to keep his composure.
Ink sees before him a floor littered with empty bottles and several copies of a pamphlet-style book entitled The Adventures of Rip Dangerfield. The air shifts and Ink catches another nauseating waft, but he manages to hold his breath long enough to check out the small basement.
There are no other halflings in here, and the place is currently in squalid state. But one thing that attracts the eye is a broken gold chain with a locket, lying behind the steps of the basement.
"Maybe it is like sleeping; Elves don't actually breath." Angel offers a solution to Flint and then looks at him a little hesitantly before asking "Do you think you could hit me up with some healing. I took quite a hit in that fight and I'm still not feeling too hot. If we fight again I might not last long."
Ink grabs the locket and chain, a few empty bottles (for potions or for storing scavenged ingredients/parts) and a few copies of Rip's adventures (are they first editions?)...
Exiting the basement, Ink comments, "That was an unholy stench."
In the daylight, Ink examines the locket (looking for a catch that will open it up) and calls Rip over so that he could give it a once-over, too.
With Flint's expert guidance and Ink's help, the two are able to lift the heavy crossbeam and push it off the door.
Lady Hawkwinter is there to open it, and a stench meets your noses. A sound is made as sunlight streams into the dark basement, "Hey!" Followed by a hiccup.
Up the steps stumbles a very drunk, middle-aged halfling. "Hey!" He says again. "I'm saved! Hiccup. Praised be Yondalla!"
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"You - are one lucky halfling..." then turning to the other, "Oy, Rip! Take a look at this fella."
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The older halfling sees Rip, squints in the daylight, then throws his arms out and cries, "JIMMY MY BOY! Hic." The odor coming from him is truly awful.
If Rip sees this halfling he recognizes him as his father. Unkempt, tipsy, and in serious need of a bath—and probably some hydration, at the very least—but alive.
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Rip gives him the once over... it's...
Rip Dangerfield- Halfling Bard, Storm Kings Thunder (retired)
Matrix- Human Monk/fighter, Storm Kings Thunder
"Papa Jib? I'd hug you but you need a bath first... Hey! you broke into my stash of the good stuff! well, it kept you alive so i'll let it slide ya old geezer!"
Rip Dangerfield- Halfling Bard, Storm Kings Thunder (retired)
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Ink holds his breath the best he can and looks into the opening the halfling exited from, after noting it's big enough to enter and seems structurally safe, he'll go inside and take a look around for other halflings, notes, supplies, possible openings to other spaces.
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The malodorous stench is almost too much for Ink—// please roll a DC 13 Constitution Saving Throw. //
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Marav returns to the group after searching around. "We might be able to track them, but all I really have is a general direction. We need more information." He spies the drunk halfling. "We need to find out what he knows."
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It seems like that while Angel was helping look for some clues he got a little distracted by his wounds and his anger that he couldn’t take down these giants.
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Flint goes with ink into the cellar. Con: 9
Flint heaves and retches, unable to keep his composure.
Ink sees before him a floor littered with empty bottles and several copies of a pamphlet-style book entitled The Adventures of Rip Dangerfield. The air shifts and Ink catches another nauseating waft, but he manages to hold his breath long enough to check out the small basement.
There are no other halflings in here, and the place is currently in squalid state. But one thing that attracts the eye is a broken gold chain with a locket, lying behind the steps of the basement.
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Flint escapes the cellar "Ah'm never gonna live this down, how'd that elf manage ta stay in there?"
"Maybe it is like sleeping; Elves don't actually breath." Angel offers a solution to Flint and then looks at him a little hesitantly before asking "Do you think you could hit me up with some healing. I took quite a hit in that fight and I'm still not feeling too hot. If we fight again I might not last long."
//how bad is it?//
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Ink grabs the locket and chain, a few empty bottles (for potions or for storing scavenged ingredients/parts) and a few copies of Rip's adventures (are they first editions?)...
Exiting the basement, Ink comments, "That was an unholy stench."
In the daylight, Ink examines the locket (looking for a catch that will open it up) and calls Rip over so that he could give it a once-over, too.
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The pamphlets are first editions, fairly well-preserved considering the devastation around you.
The locket falls open to reveal a portrait of two halfling children. (Rip will recognize them as his own)
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