Storm King's Thunder

"Well, I don't pretend to understand all the ins and outs, but a little while ago Yartar and Everlund had an agreement in the works that would have made the Evermoor Way here into a proper trade route, paved and guarded and everything. But then Everlund just up and left the Lord's Alliance without so much as a 'thank you ma'am.' Again, I don't pretend to know all of what I'm talking about, but we would have welcomed the added security and ease of travel. The gravel road is hard wear on the horses' hooves, you know."

The older man smiles again and goes back to tending the porch while his wife sets the table for dinner and then goes to prepare the rooms, her demeanor all business and matter-of-fact.

// Let me know if there's anything else you want to take care of, discuss, or any other roleplaying stuff before moving on. //

"Angel I think you should take charge of our prisoner, keep an eye on him alright?"

Crownsguard looks to Ink, “Is that what you would like? I am happy to continuing escorting. However, if you would like to accept responsibility, I am happy to hand him over into your charge.”

Angel agrees. "I can watch over him. Where should we stay?"

"We just need sleep. In the morning we can figure out what to do with him." He indicates the noble.

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Angel agrees. "I can watch over him. Where should we stay?"

 “Understood. The Inn is likely the best place keep together. We can take shifts watching him. I believe that this would be the best solution.”

"Sure, just let me know when it's my turn," responds Ink.

"Can your tiny dome keep people inside it... Like a cell?" Marav asks .

"Ink, ah noticed durin' th' battle yer  new scimitar seems unbalanced. Ah think th' pommel is loose from th' look o' it. Want me ta  tighten it up fer  ye?"

Crownsguard tilts his head at Flint, “I did not see any issues with the balance?” However, Crownsguard gets it a few moments later, “But then again, I am not a master craftsman like Flint. My sensors are not designed to properly examine the minutia and detail of metallurgy. In fact, Safety Tip 411: ‘A check in time saves nine... stitches. Proper gear is vital on the battlefield. Regularly get your weapons and armor examined by your local weaponsmaster, especially if he is a dwarf... who worships Moradin... and is close by... and is named after a form of sharp rock.’ Oddly specific, but effective.”

"Honestly, if we have time before we head out, Flint should take a look at all our weapons. I know I have not had the time to take proper care of my weapons since we started traveling to gether. Never thought I'd have to use them this much." Marav takes his short sword and sits it down on the table in front of Flint. "I can sharpen it, but can you check to make sure structurally it isn't gonna snap off in combat."

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"Can your tiny dome keep people inside it... Like a cell?" Marav asks .

 Ink replies, "Unfortunately, the spell does not work like that.  People within the dome when cast can freely enter and exit it.  It only blocks those outside the radius of the casting from entering."

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"Ink, ah noticed durin' th' battle yer  new scimitar seems unbalanced. Ah think th' pommel is loose from th' look o' it. Want me ta  tighten it up fer  ye?"

 Ink turns at Flint's comment and raises an eyebrow, "I don't know, Flint - she seemed pretty balanced to me when I was slicing at that flame skull midair.  How exactly do you plan on tightening up the pommel?"  Ink looks square at Flint, eyes slightly narrowed trying to gather his intentions, only partially absorbing what Crownsguard and Marav are saying.

// Ink's Insight (WIS) Check - 2 //

"Won't know fer  sure till ah've had a good look at it. From 'ere  I swear it's human work, an' old at that! Human smith's often pin th' pommel. It wears out durin' use. Lucky ta get more'n a couple decades out o' it an once it starts ye  can't stop it from gettin' worse with each swing. Don't tell me ye did'na  feel it twist an strike at a glance today! What ah've got in mind is a Dwarven fix, ah'll  ring that pommel proper. Th' hilt'll  rot off 'fore that pommel comes loose again!"

Deception: 8

Ink studies the dwarf a little longer before his expression relents, "I suppose you're right..."

Ink slides out the scimitar and offers it pommel first to Flint. As Flint grabs it, Ink resists a bit before letting go of it.

"How long do you need it to see what the issue is and correct it? I don't want it away for too long - it's a good blade and, well, let's say, it speaks to me."

//  Question - are we still in the same day as the huge fight with the village of undead or were there multiple travel days between then and arrival at the inn? //

Flint tales the sword and begins to examine the pommel, then casts remove curse on it. He gives the pommel a little twist and hands it back.

"Sorry lad"

//I believe it is the same day//

//Marav will watch for ill reaction from Ink from the curse removal. 

As Flint casts the spell over the scimitar, there is a brief whine, metal scraping against metal. The scimitar then vanishes in a flash of flames, and a strange green light in Ink's eyes does the same.

If a robot had eyes, they’d be pretty wide. “That... is concerning. However, it would seem that Ink has been cured.” Can Crownsguard do a check to see if that was some sort of diabolical or demonic connection.

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If a robot had eyes, they’d be pretty wide. “That... is concerning. However, it would seem that Ink has been cured.” Can Crownsguard do a check to see if that was some sort of diabolical or demonic connection.

 // You can certainly try! It would be an Intelligence or Wisdom check made with disadvantage, since the sword is not with you any longer to examine. //