Storm King's Thunder

Crownsguard places a hand on Ink’s shoulder, “They are frightened. I do not blame them for thinking that we will make things worse. However, I do believe that we can make things better. I have an idea. If you three can rest safely outside the town limits, then perhaps we could seek an audience with the undead’s master.”

Ink swats Crownsguard's hand off his shoulder, "You presume much."  He then sits at the bar next to Quill.

Crownsguard’s shoulders sink. Sad robot.

"See you in an hour."

//Short rest? Use the last of your hit die.//

// So the plan is to camp outside of town with Ink casting Tiny Hut and rest? If so, just post here and confirm your actions prior to beginning the long rest! //

The sun speeds towards the horizon...

"Is Boris and the cart better left in the Inn's stable? Leaving them both secured here tonight and returning for them in the morning?"

Other than that question posed, Ink will thank Filroy for the hospitality, apologize for the measures he took, justifying them as needed, and head out to the door with the others.

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Later, when a suitable camp site is found by those who are best suited to search for one (//  Don't forget to ask for help from a party member and guidance from Flint.  //), Ink will cast Leomund's Tiny Hut once everyone is inside the radius, and then immediately enter a restful trance (4 hours), his scimitar resting across his lap, and then study his spell book for an hour. (6) 

"Ah  think we need ta  take Boris  an' th' cart wit'us. Ah don't trust 'em  now, an'  we may not be allowed back in."

"Bring Boris and the cart, despite my harsh words we wont be abandoning these people. those new things they mentioned weren't new they were waiting. fortunate we stirred them up now and not before they were ready to attack"

Rip is ready for his nap lol

Crownsguard can take the first four hours of the watch through the night.

Marav will take the 2nd. Though neither needs sleep and can do all night if need be.

The spur that runs from Noanar's Hold to the Evermoor Way sees no traffic until dawn breaks, when those inside and around the Tiny Hut might see the two brothers (Marthun and Lezryk Daerivoss) surreptitiously walking alongside their horses past where you are camping under the tree canopy. They continuously look over their shoulders back at Noanar's Hold, and are obviously taking pains not to be heard until well out of eyesight from the little hamlet. When they reach a good distance, they mount up and ride off, continuing north, just as Ink's conjured protective dome expires into thin air. 

The morning air is chilly and smells of freshly wet vegetation, and the dew is thick on the ground at the treeline.

“It is a beautiful morning. I hope that you are all now fully rested. I understand how important sleep is for organic beings. Do we wish to annihilate the undead scourge now?”

Ink stretches, saying, "All in the eye of the beholder my dear wood and metal acquaintance, annihilate if you must, I'm more interested to know what is going on in that keep and how it occurred.  That sort of information must be brought to the Conclave at Silverymoon for inclusion in its library and for further analysis. That sort of knowledge could be helpful turning the tide of future battles against the undead, or perhaps even this current giant incursion."

While the rest are busy with breakfast, Ink takes out his spell book and begins casting comprehend languages. When he's done, he says, "At least when they talk among themselves in their plans of attack, I might be able to understand them."

//note flint does not have aid prepared today, and couldn't fit dispel magic //

Flint finally stops snoring and wakes up a little disoriented but otherwise hale. To Ink, "which o' yer weapons were ye wanting me ta look at?" Flint cats remove curse on the offered weapon followed by ritual identify on the same.

Ink and Flint feel rested, but as the sun's first rays hit the hills around them, they feel an enervating effect.  

// As long as you are attuned to any of the cursed weapons you found with the wights, your maximum hp is reduced by 1 every dawn. This hit point reduction will remain until the curse is lifted. //

Ink looks at Flint, inquisitively, carefully saying, "Oh, you mean because I mentioned the swords weren't working so well for me yesterday? Right..." After a pause he takes out Undeath and Blood, the twin shortswords, telling him, "These two swords seem harder to use than when I first picked them up - perhaps they're not properly balanced or took some hits yesterday - could you look at them? My bow seems to be off, as well. Perhaps the string is not properly weighted." Ink hands the shortswords and bow over to the cleric.

Marav and Steele just keep watch, paying attention to what's going on but staying silent. 

// Flint, just let me know which weapon you want to cast remove curse on first! //

"Ink, it's th' one ye did'na hand me that ah'm most concerned with. Can ah see th' scimitar first?"

"No reason to - it's the only one that is actually working as it should - it's the others ones that have gone off kilter," Ink replies, shuffling uncomfortably, but remaining stoic.