Merry looking groggy and worn out, grumbles at the noise, Will someone kindly tell whoever that person ringing the bell is, to please stop it, before I become extremely grumpy. Some of us need to rest.
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Stifling a yawn and rubbing her eyes, Merry grumbles a few curse words, far from her usual cheerful self. She trudges off in the direction of the noise. Lute in hand, ready to bludgeon whoever it is who’s making the racket.
She lowers herself to the ground, creeping closer and keeping an eye out for any traps.
Merry follows the path round, following the map and keeping close to the tree line. After about a mile, she rounds another bend and sees a small castle overlooking the mighty Dessarin River, which is a good half-mile wide at this point. A gatehouse and keep stand atop a low bluff, but the walls are built to the water’s edge. On the river bank, another low tower guards a boat basin where keelboats are moored.
The keep seems old and worn, but new timbers and shingles suggest that repairs are underway. A white banner with a blue gauntlet flies over the keep.
The front gate is closed. There are men atop the walls.
Coal and Nibor rummage among the camp. Two of the tents are still serviceable. They find a quarterstaff, 40 gp and a few ingredients that seem to have been destined for the now spoiled soup.
There is little else in the camp, it seems you ended these bandits before they were able to start any of their raiding ambushes.
Nibor remembers seeing this flag before, being carried by a company of paladins of The Order of the Gauntlet. Something about it seems off and from his earlier conversation with Rollo about the Order, he realises the colours are the wrong way round.
Merry let’s out a huge yawn and stretches, Well anywho, I suggest we all get some rest before “grumpy kitty” becomes a permanent part of my personality...
She then proceeds to collapse down beside the campfire, snuggling up underneath a stray blanket. She begins to purr as she falls asleep.
Waking up the next morning, Merry looks at the rest as she stretches her limbs in various poses, looking more cat-like than ever.
So plan of action; I suggest I walk up to the gates of this place and see if I can establish if they’re friend or foe, whilst some of you hang back in case I’m not able to charm their socks off? Merry smiles, looking around at the group.
Oh goodness this is a slippery fellow!
Nibor points towards the remaining Cultist and the faint chime of a bell rings around the forest. Toll the Dead for a Wisdom save of 13. Damage: 6
And just in case...he sends the spiritual weapon the Cultists way, you could swear you hear him mumble "Smoosh" towards it
To hit: 11 for 9 damage
6
As the bell tolls, the cultist shouts out in pain. The spiritual flail swings wide and thunks against a tree.
The cultist looks like his fury is the only thing keeping him standing.
Arnnon again swings his sword towards the cultist, hoping for a fatal blow
Attack: 23 Damage: 10
Attack: 17 Damage: 9
Arnnon's deft swing cuts open the cultist's throat. He gurgles a weak threat through the blood filling his mouth, then collapses.
You all hear a bell in the distance, from just up the hill. *clang clang* *clang clang* *clang clang* it rings frantically for a few seconds.
You all wait for wait seems like an eternity but no one shows up.
What do you want to do?
Merry looking groggy and worn out, grumbles at the noise, Will someone kindly tell whoever that person ringing the bell is, to please stop it, before I become extremely grumpy. Some of us need to rest.
Poking around the area to see if he can find anything of use on the bodies/tents Nibor looks towards the sound
Not the most melodious is it Merry, I wonder if that's who we are looking for. Shall we sneak a peek?
Stifling a yawn and rubbing her eyes, Merry grumbles a few curse words, far from her usual cheerful self. She trudges off in the direction of the noise. Lute in hand, ready to bludgeon whoever it is who’s making the racket.
She lowers herself to the ground, creeping closer and keeping an eye out for any traps.
Survival 15
Stealth 15
Perception 12
Coal will try to smother the flames to stop them from destroying everything of value from the caml
Merry follows the path round, following the map and keeping close to the tree line. After about a mile, she rounds another bend and sees a small castle overlooking the mighty Dessarin River, which is a good half-mile wide at this point. A gatehouse and keep stand atop a low bluff, but the walls are built to the water’s edge. On the river bank, another low tower guards a boat basin where keelboats are moored.
The keep seems old and worn, but new timbers and shingles suggest that repairs are underway. A white banner with a blue gauntlet flies over the keep.
The front gate is closed. There are men atop the walls.
Coal and Nibor rummage among the camp. Two of the tents are still serviceable. They find a quarterstaff, 40 gp and a few ingredients that seem to have been destined for the now spoiled soup.
There is little else in the camp, it seems you ended these bandits before they were able to start any of their raiding ambushes.
Merry seeing the gatehouse, ponders at the banner, trying to think whether she recognises it or not.
History 5
Merry then takes note of where the guards are and creeps back into the bushes, heading back to the camp.
She returns and relays the information she’s found out, describing the banner she saw.
Hmm, that sounds familiar....how curious
He ponders on the info Merry relayed to the group
History: 14
Nibor remembers seeing this flag before, being carried by a company of paladins of The Order of the Gauntlet. Something about it seems off and from his earlier conversation with Rollo about the Order, he realises the colours are the wrong way round.
Merry let’s out a huge yawn and stretches, Well anywho, I suggest we all get some rest before “grumpy kitty” becomes a permanent part of my personality...
She then proceeds to collapse down beside the campfire, snuggling up underneath a stray blanket. She begins to purr as she falls asleep.
5
H4rl3y stands guard as you rest in the remnants of the camps. H4rl3y snalrs at passing animals in the night but you all rest without incident
Waking up the next morning, Merry looks at the rest as she stretches her limbs in various poses, looking more cat-like than ever.
So plan of action; I suggest I walk up to the gates of this place and see if I can establish if they’re friend or foe, whilst some of you hang back in case I’m not able to charm their socks off? Merry smiles, looking around at the group.
Ahem, my apologies Merry I appear to have dozed longer than I planned! I meant to tell you all yesterday, about that banner...
He communicates what he recalled about the Order of the Gauntlet and it's misaligned colours
Capital idea about seeing what we can find out my friend, if no-one else has any ideas I think it's worth a go, before you do though if I may...
(if Merry chooses to approach then just before engaging he places his hand gently on her shoulder casting Guidance )