Searching together, the heroes find coins of various denominations - tucked under the bedrolls and in nearby little pockets in the rocks. Even only looking at the ground, Menttal is able to find some coins, too.
1,300 cp 900 sp 80 gp
Rummaging through the things in the room the heroes find the following items (collectively worth about 25g)
Black velvet mask stitched with silver thread Copper chalice with silver filigree Embroidered silk handkerchief Gold locket with a painted portrait inside Pair of engraved bone dice Small gold bracelet
Menttal take interest in the magical objects, grabbing one out of Milo's hands to examine. "This is some marvelous objects I doubt a goblin could create."
Donnar places what objects he helped find with the rest of the loot pile. Glad to have found a few useful things, he's more please with the home base they'd stumbled upon.
"This place is excellent. We could not have asked for a better home base, don't you think?" He says to the others as he looks around to work out which of the beds would suit him best.
Milo sits on the ground near a bedroll. "If we're going to rest here, we can go through that stuff in the morning." He stretches his arms as Lupe curls up beside him. "If that's the plan, I could uses some shut eye."
"Goblin holes usually reek of rotting things and dung." Valor states. "but if we stay, I suggest we set a guard as well. I will go first." With that Valor will walk about 15 ft, from the camp, allow his eyes to adjust, and set up a watch.
The Half-Elf, not complaining about the chance to rest, but not frightfully happy about the accommodation, takes a seated position with his back to the wall at the very rear of the room they now found themselves in. Not asleep, as even Half-Elves inherit their Elven parent's Fey Ancestry, but sat in quiet contemplation and meditation, as he slowly drifts into a Trance until it became his turn to take watch at the mouth of the cave...
"Always!" Donnar replies in a loud and exaggerated yawn.
"After last night, Its easy to see the importance of our task. Let's set out as soon as we can, maybe it'll save us the trouble of chasing anything else in the dark."
As he says this, Donnar goes about adorning himself with his weapons and making sure his shield is near by.
"I feel great this morning. How did everyone else sleep?"
"Oh come on! This place is great, except for the smell." Donnar says to Menttal behind a mouthful of his ration, and before a hefty pull from his waterskin.
"I saw an old tabaxi burn some sticks once. She said it was for spirits. I dont know about spirits, but the place smelled like those burning sticks for a week. There are sticks everywhere out there. We could do that."
"It is." Donnar replies, nodding in a knowing manner. "You can also have balance in life, or so i was told by a Monk once. It made sense when he said it. Thats why i use two scimitars, death in each hand is balance in the same way crossing a log without falling is balance!" As he says this, he brandishes each of his scimitars to show as an example.
"Do you get it? I'm not as good at explaining it."
Searching together, the heroes find coins of various denominations - tucked under the bedrolls and in nearby little pockets in the rocks. Even only looking at the ground, Menttal is able to find some coins, too.
1,300 cp
900 sp
80 gp
Rummaging through the things in the room the heroes find the following items (collectively worth about 25g)
Black velvet mask stitched with silver thread
Copper chalice with silver filigree
Embroidered silk handkerchief
Gold locket with a painted portrait inside
Pair of engraved bone dice
Small gold bracelet
With more discerning eyes, a little more patience, and a little more thorough in their search, Milo and Donnar manage to find the following:
Philter of Love
Potion of Greater Healing
Oil of Slipperiness
Valor
Valor looks at the items with a bit of confusion.
"Did these goblins down a dominatrix?" he mutters.
Menttal take interest in the magical objects, grabbing one out of Milo's hands to examine. "This is some marvelous objects I doubt a goblin could create."
Donnar places what objects he helped find with the rest of the loot pile. Glad to have found a few useful things, he's more please with the home base they'd stumbled upon.
"This place is excellent. We could not have asked for a better home base, don't you think?" He says to the others as he looks around to work out which of the beds would suit him best.
Milo and Lupe
Milo sits on the ground near a bedroll. "If we're going to rest here, we can go through that stuff in the morning." He stretches his arms as Lupe curls up beside him. "If that's the plan, I could uses some shut eye."
Valor
"Goblin holes usually reek of rotting things and dung." Valor states. "but if we stay, I suggest we set a guard as well. I will go first." With that Valor will walk about 15 ft, from the camp, allow his eyes to adjust, and set up a watch.
Elrodin
The Half-Elf, not complaining about the chance to rest, but not frightfully happy about the accommodation, takes a seated position with his back to the wall at the very rear of the room they now found themselves in. Not asleep, as even Half-Elves inherit their Elven parent's Fey Ancestry, but sat in quiet contemplation and meditation, as he slowly drifts into a Trance until it became his turn to take watch at the mouth of the cave...
The night is dark and full of terrors...but this night was uneventful. Get your long rest in and head out in the morning whenever you are ready.
Milo
Before drifting to sleep, the druid pets the Wolf whispering unheard sounds in druidic. He casts Cure Wounds.
Healing: 5 Target: Lupe
Before falling asleep, Menttal plays a relaxing tune.
Donnar snores loudly through the night.
Milo
Milo rolls awake. Felling rested, he rises to his knees. "Hello friend, still up for adventure?."
Animal handling: 12
"Always!" Donnar replies in a loud and exaggerated yawn.
"After last night, Its easy to see the importance of our task. Let's set out as soon as we can, maybe it'll save us the trouble of chasing anything else in the dark."
As he says this, Donnar goes about adorning himself with his weapons and making sure his shield is near by.
"I feel great this morning. How did everyone else sleep?"
"Surprisingly well!" Menttal says. "That being said, I say we try to hopefully do our job fast enough we don't have to sleep in a cave another night."
Valor
Valor grunts, scratches various parts of him, and says: "Ready"
"Oh come on! This place is great, except for the smell." Donnar says to Menttal behind a mouthful of his ration, and before a hefty pull from his waterskin.
"I saw an old tabaxi burn some sticks once. She said it was for spirits. I dont know about spirits, but the place smelled like those burning sticks for a week. There are sticks everywhere out there. We could do that."
Valor
Valor scowls. 'I ain't livin' in no goblin cave or any cave for that matter. If it ain't under the sun or moon it ain't worth it." he says.
With that Valor will pick up his gear and start to move north a bit.
"Thats perfect!" Donnar laughs as he follows Valor towards the exit, strapping his shield to his back as he moves.
"You can sleep outside and keep guard, while I snore and stretch out! Some would call that balance."
Valor
Valor stops for a moment and turns to Donnar. 'I thought balance was something you had to have to walk across a fallen log." he says matter of factly.
"It is." Donnar replies, nodding in a knowing manner. "You can also have balance in life, or so i was told by a Monk once. It made sense when he said it. Thats why i use two scimitars, death in each hand is balance in the same way crossing a log without falling is balance!" As he says this, he brandishes each of his scimitars to show as an example.
"Do you get it? I'm not as good at explaining it."