Red Larch is a town on the Long Road, a few days’ travel north of Waterdeep and a few days’ travel south of Triboar. It’s a way stop for caravans coming to or from the cities of the North, with an inn named the Swinging Sword, a tavern called the Helm at Highsun, and many craftspeople who cater to travelers.
You each arrive at the Swinging Sword, met outside by Constable Harburk Tuthmarillar, a stern, honest guard commander and judge. He leads each of you inside as you arrive and sits you down at a large central table with a drink from the bar, before taking a seat himself. He has a glass of milk.
I’ve been told to gather you all here. I’ll be frank, I’m a little embarrassed to say we have a problem we cannot currently deal with. You will all know about the missing delegation from Mirabar. It was a large, well-armed party, and the fact that they seem to have come to grief is quite newsworthy. I try my best to keep the peace, and my men are now kept busy night and day looking into the many and various strange rumours flying about the town.
He drains his glass. I don’t know what your individual reasons are for coming here, but I am glad of the help. I had no contact with the group myself, but they stayed here for a few days before leaving. The townsfolk will be happy to tell you anything they know. At great, great length.
The tabaxi sat at the table pricks her ears up as she crosses her legs on her seat and pours herself a cup of milk.
There’s people missing? She asks innocently, Why that’s terrible news ...but why ask us to help? I for one, don’t know these people ...but then I don’t know anyone really.
Charcoal pats the head of H4RL3Y, while listening to the Constable. I understand sir how restricting resources are when policing a community. Did the missing caravan have a set route that we may follow? Do we know of any locals who have relationships to any of the caravaners?
He rubs his beard with a hand that looks like it’s been permanently stained with soot from a forge. It’s usually personal or business that makes things go awry. It shouldn’t be too hard to find out which it is.
Rollo looks up from under his wide brimmed hat, complete with a small plumage. His eyes glow slightly as he speaks in between puffs of smoke from a long pipe.
I am here to assist as requested to help find what happened to the party, and if required complete their mission. He looks around the table My name is Rollo. I am a blood hunter... He leaves it at that, tipping his hat politely but not revealing too much about him to the strangers... just yet
Hello Rollo, my name is Merry Blossom, but you can just call me Merry ...how very nice to meet you!The tabaxi beams with fanged teeth.
I must say, that is a lovely hat you have on. You must lend it to me some time, although I’m not sure it would fit on with these ears...she giggles, sounding like the tinkling of small bells as she takes a sip of her milk.
A blood hunter eh? That should make tracking easier. I have had the chance to outfit a few hunters who were assisting with the City Watch in Waterdeep, oh where are my manners. Hello to you both I am Battlesmith Charcoal but you can just call me Cole
A few of the company left here a few weeks ago, heading East to meet the rest of the contingent and bring them back this way. Couldn't tell you if their plan was to come straight back, tarry a while or make any stops along the way. But by all accounts they should have been here by now.
The Irkells, the proprietors here might know more. And many of the guests are from out of town. And there's always The Helm across the way. Full of talkative folk.
I'll leave you to it, I really have a lot to be doing. If you need me, the garrison is South of here, same side of the road. Good day.
Arnnon steps forward out of the shadows, wary of those he has now to call allies. Dressed in a dark hooded cloak which reaches down to his ankles, concealing a mix of lightweight leather armour, thin garments and soft, light boots, perfect for stealth. Adorned on his back is his trusted bow and quiver, with a short sword on each hip. He lifts his head to scan the folk before him, taking in every detail. Having spent most of his years wandering the lands in isolation, trust is hard to come by for him, therefore a close eye will be kept but not too close.
He moves to the table, sitting opposite his new companions
I feel like we may as well start with speaking to the proprietors here, allow me while I order the next round. Cole wanders up to the bar with H4rl3y in tow. Well met friends, could I order another round of drinks for my friends? While I have you what do you know about the missing caravan?
The proprietor's brows furrow as she takes in the metal dog in front of her. She remembers herself quickly.
Good afternoon sir, I am Kaylessa. Shall I start a tab for your drinks? Room and a meal for you all tonight has already been paid in advance with monies sent to the good Constable.
She chances a quick conspiratorial look to the side and barely conceals a smirk as she lowers her voice. You get the impression she relishes any chance for a gossip.
The way I hear it, they just vanished. No one has seen them for a long time now. I remember the guards that left to pick them up. They were very generous, lost a lot of money to my husband at cards. Oh, I'm getting off track.
Anyway, they headed for Beliard. And as luck would have it, that priest of Lathander over there has just come from Beliard. Might be able to help you out. And perhaps Lathander will smile on me for this good deed.
Oh! See him, drinking with the priest? That's Endrith. He's got a shop and gets in all sorts from all round. Now don't be a stranger, I'm always here.
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Merry’s large feline ears prick up at what’s being said by the proprietor and she gets up from the table and joins the priest and the shopkeeper at the other table.
Good morrow kind sirs, Merry then preens herself, fluttering her eyelashes at the two, I was wondering if you’d be able to help out a poor kitty like myself with something?
I heard just terrible news about a caravan going missing near Beliard. I was about to travel out that way myself and I thought to myself, why not ask these two clearly very worldly gentlemen if they know anything about it ...the last thing I would want is to run into trouble myself. Do you know anything about what happened?Merry simpers to the two men.
Cole spins around at the slamming of the tankard his hand dropping to an empty thigh pouch before he shakes his head and sighs. Getting jumpy in my old age he mutters to himself. He thanks Irkessa for the drinks and carries them back to the table so He can eavesdrop
I do believe you have taken the wrong meaning Ser Vallivoe. Good day, I am Brother Eardon a follower of Lathander, god of the dawn. I serve as a messenger and itinerant priest.
I recently came from Beliard by way of Westbridge. There was a caravan from Mirabar that left at the same time as I did, two tendays ago. They were heading for Summit Hall and I belive planning to go by another route through the Sumber Hills. I must say I am surprised they have not arrived, they are well beyond due
Coal puts his hands in his pockets as of looking for something. Unable to find it he sighs and finishes his drink. We should probably get some supplies if we are going to be surveying the Sumber Hills for this missing caravan. Thank you for your information sir, friends shall we head to an outfitters before setting off? I certainly could use a top up of rations
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Red Larch is a town on the Long Road, a few days’ travel north of Waterdeep and a few days’ travel south of Triboar. It’s a way stop for caravans coming to or from the cities of the North, with an inn named the Swinging Sword, a tavern called the Helm at Highsun, and many craftspeople who cater to travelers.
You each arrive at the Swinging Sword, met outside by Constable Harburk Tuthmarillar, a stern, honest guard commander and judge. He leads each of you inside as you arrive and sits you down at a large central table with a drink from the bar, before taking a seat himself. He has a glass of milk.
I’ve been told to gather you all here. I’ll be frank, I’m a little embarrassed to say we have a problem we cannot currently deal with. You will all know about the missing delegation from Mirabar. It was a large, well-armed party, and the fact that they seem to have come to grief is quite newsworthy. I try my best to keep the peace, and my men are now kept busy night and day looking into the many and various strange rumours flying about the town.
He drains his glass. I don’t know what your individual reasons are for coming here, but I am glad of the help. I had no contact with the group myself, but they stayed here for a few days before leaving. The townsfolk will be happy to tell you anything they know. At great, great length.
The tabaxi sat at the table pricks her ears up as she crosses her legs on her seat and pours herself a cup of milk.
There’s people missing? She asks innocently, Why that’s terrible news ...but why ask us to help? I for one, don’t know these people ...but then I don’t know anyone really.
Charcoal pats the head of H4RL3Y, while listening to the Constable. I understand sir how restricting resources are when policing a community. Did the missing caravan have a set route that we may follow? Do we know of any locals who have relationships to any of the caravaners?
He rubs his beard with a hand that looks like it’s been permanently stained with soot from a forge. It’s usually personal or business that makes things go awry. It shouldn’t be too hard to find out which it is.
Rollo looks up from under his wide brimmed hat, complete with a small plumage. His eyes glow slightly as he speaks in between puffs of smoke from a long pipe.
I am here to assist as requested to help find what happened to the party, and if required complete their mission.
He looks around the table My name is Rollo. I am a blood hunter... He leaves it at that, tipping his hat politely but not revealing too much about him to the strangers... just yet
Hello Rollo, my name is Merry Blossom, but you can just call me Merry ...how very nice to meet you! The tabaxi beams with fanged teeth.
I must say, that is a lovely hat you have on. You must lend it to me some time, although I’m not sure it would fit on with these ears... she giggles, sounding like the tinkling of small bells as she takes a sip of her milk.
A blood hunter eh? That should make tracking easier. I have had the chance to outfit a few hunters who were assisting with the City Watch in Waterdeep, oh where are my manners. Hello to you both I am Battlesmith Charcoal but you can just call me Cole
Merry beams at the battlesmith, her whole face lighting up, Hello Cole, it is very nice to meet you!
She turns to the rest of the party, And what’s all your names?
A few of the company left here a few weeks ago, heading East to meet the rest of the contingent and bring them back this way. Couldn't tell you if their plan was to come straight back, tarry a while or make any stops along the way. But by all accounts they should have been here by now.
The Irkells, the proprietors here might know more. And many of the guests are from out of town. And there's always The Helm across the way. Full of talkative folk.
I'll leave you to it, I really have a lot to be doing. If you need me, the garrison is South of here, same side of the road. Good day.
He pays for everyone's refreshments and leaves.
Arnnon steps forward out of the shadows, wary of those he has now to call allies. Dressed in a dark hooded cloak which reaches down to his ankles, concealing a mix of lightweight leather armour, thin garments and soft, light boots, perfect for stealth. Adorned on his back is his trusted bow and quiver, with a short sword on each hip. He lifts his head to scan the folk before him, taking in every detail. Having spent most of his years wandering the lands in isolation, trust is hard to come by for him, therefore a close eye will be kept but not too close.
He moves to the table, sitting opposite his new companions
Greetings, I am Arnnon,
Hello Arnnon, ooooh pretty swords... Merry smiles, before tapping one of Arnnon’s shiny swords with her paw, it clinking against her claws.
I feel like we may as well start with speaking to the proprietors here, allow me while I order the next round. Cole wanders up to the bar with H4rl3y in tow. Well met friends, could I order another round of drinks for my friends? While I have you what do you know about the missing caravan?
The proprietor's brows furrow as she takes in the metal dog in front of her. She remembers herself quickly.
Good afternoon sir, I am Kaylessa. Shall I start a tab for your drinks? Room and a meal for you all tonight has already been paid in advance with monies sent to the good Constable.
She chances a quick conspiratorial look to the side and barely conceals a smirk as she lowers her voice. You get the impression she relishes any chance for a gossip.
The way I hear it, they just vanished. No one has seen them for a long time now. I remember the guards that left to pick them up. They were very generous, lost a lot of money to my husband at cards. Oh, I'm getting off track.
Anyway, they headed for Beliard. And as luck would have it, that priest of Lathander over there has just come from Beliard. Might be able to help you out. And perhaps Lathander will smile on me for this good deed.
Oh! See him, drinking with the priest? That's Endrith. He's got a shop and gets in all sorts from all round. Now don't be a stranger, I'm always here.
Merry’s large feline ears prick up at what’s being said by the proprietor and she gets up from the table and joins the priest and the shopkeeper at the other table.
Good morrow kind sirs, Merry then preens herself, fluttering her eyelashes at the two, I was wondering if you’d be able to help out a poor kitty like myself with something?
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The priest smiles. Of course young lady, how can---
He is cut short by the slam of Endrith's now drained tankard on the table.
Irkessa you shouldn't have, it's not even my birthday yet!
Sooo kitten, what is it you need "help" with? He smoothes his eyebrows down with thumb and forefinger.
I heard just terrible news about a caravan going missing near Beliard. I was about to travel out that way myself and I thought to myself, why not ask these two clearly very worldly gentlemen if they know anything about it ...the last thing I would want is to run into trouble myself. Do you know anything about what happened? Merry simpers to the two men.
Cole spins around at the slamming of the tankard his hand dropping to an empty thigh pouch before he shakes his head and sighs. Getting jumpy in my old age he mutters to himself. He thanks Irkessa for the drinks and carries them back to the table so He can eavesdrop
The half-elf priest smiles at Endrith's candour.
I do believe you have taken the wrong meaning Ser Vallivoe. Good day, I am Brother Eardon a follower of Lathander, god of the dawn. I serve as a messenger and itinerant priest.
I recently came from Beliard by way of Westbridge. There was a caravan from Mirabar that left at the same time as I did, two tendays ago. They were heading for Summit Hall and I belive planning to go by another route through the Sumber Hills. I must say I am surprised they have not arrived, they are well beyond due
Well, I know when I'm not wanted. If you'll excuse me, I need a piss.
Endrith gets up and walks over to Charcoal.
Sorry about the fright traveller. I sometimes get away from myself. That's a fine mechanical companion you have there.
He shakes Charcoal's hand and walks away.
Not a problem friend. Old habits die hard. Enjoy the piss.
Coal puts his hands in his pockets as of looking for something. Unable to find it he sighs and finishes his drink. We should probably get some supplies if we are going to be surveying the Sumber Hills for this missing caravan. Thank you for your information sir, friends shall we head to an outfitters before setting off? I certainly could use a top up of rations