Gabriel will join Grzak and use the small stream to clean himself as best as he can. "What I wouldn't give for some soap, or hot water." Gabreil mumbles showing a bit of his upper class upbringing.
"Hey Grzak, looks like Lathander has blessed us with a beautiful day." Taking a deep breathe in, enjoying the fresh morning air, "so how did you end up here?"
Grzak looks to Gabriel and then his eyes go distant as he begins his recollection.
"I had been hunting up in the Neverwinter Woods and had been on a multi day chase of a magnificent bull elk. I wounded it on day one. Curse that I didn't strike true with my javelin that first day. It was an adventure of cat and mouse for quite some time before his trail crossed South out of Neverwinter Woods and crossed the Triboar Trail. I finally caught up to him the following day and earned the spoils of my hunt.
That was about a week ago.
I cleaned and prepared the meat for a feast but I must not have inspected the mushrooms I had gathered closely enough because my mind left me during my isolated revelry. I must have been within earshot of this place and I was an easy capture for the goblins."
“I was born outside of Mirabar some 23 years ago. I never knew my mother, was told she died in childbirth because she was weak. Ran away from my abusive home when I was eleven and never looked back.
Found my way to Luskan where I found work as a dockworker. Spent many years growing in strength until offered a position as a ship’s hand sailing out of Luskan. Made my way up and down the coast for a few years gaining employment by working on different ships.
About three years ago I wanted to try something new, so took my savings and possessions and traveled to Longsaddle and found work as a ranch hand for the last couple of years. I wasn’t able to save any money and I became unhappy with the work, so I left.
The last six months, or so, I’ve been living off the land in the Neverwinter Woods. It’s been exciting but frequently lonely.”
Grzak pauses for just a second before finishing with,
”Not sure what’s next in store for me. I am in debt to Sildar, so we’ll see what comes up after that debt is paid.”
Grzak realizes that he was dominating the conversation but excuses himself due to him not really having a conversation in over 6 months.
“How ‘bout you, Gabriel? How did you get here? Where are you from? And how do you know Sildar?”
"I am from Neverwinter, my family the Roycrofts are a small noble family dating back a few centuries. I am the third son, and while I never lacked for anything I was not in line to inherent anything either. My uncle was a devoted follower of Torm, and a adventure of some renowned, I am even named after him so it seems no small wonder I fell into his foot prints, and became a adventure myself.
Sildar was a good friend of my uncle and even helped teach me a thing or two about sword play. Sildar came by our mansion a ten day or so back looking for my uncle, my uncle is in Silverymoon I believe. Sildar was looking to catch up with his friend Gundren, a dwarf who was heading to Phandalin. I decided to accompany Sildar, and we took on as guards to an actor, if I use the term very loosely, who was also heading to Phandalin. We got ambushed by some goblins and Sildar was captured. One successful rescue attempt latter and here we are."
Gabriel strokes the begins of blond stumble growing on his normaly well groomed face.
"As to what you should do next Grzak my friend that's simple, you come with us to Phandalin, drink a ale or three with me, and we see what adventure Torm drops in our laps. Seem fair enough to you?" Gabriel smiles and holds out a hand for Grzak to clasp.
Kathrine would be up when the two return. She would have changed out of the tunic she slept in, and into a clean tunic. As they come in she is in the process of putting on her scale mail armor, adjusting straps and getting the armor back into place.
Nothing dared disturb the party overnight. All are rested, including Sildar.
Yeemik appears to doze, hanging from the restraints in the wall where Sildar had been chained.
The dead goblins all owned a scimitar, a shortbow, and a varying number of arrows. Some have a few cp or random items in pouches, nothing of much value.
A search of Yeemik’s cave shows that he kept most of his valuables on him, but there are two items of note:
A rusty sheath, jewels long plucked from it, holds a longsword. To the trained eye it looks to be finely made but in need of tlc.
There is also a pair of goggles with crystal lenses. Rivets connect the round brass frames to an adjustable leather cord.
Sildar has tidied himself up as much as possible with Katherine’s help, and rises to shake hands with the party members.
“Take care of any last business inside this cave and meet me by the front entrance. I would have conference with you, but first I very much to see daylight and breath fresh air again.” He makes his way outside.
(OOC to cut to the chase, Katherine received a charm bracelet from Cringer that is more than it appears.. similar to a Necklace of Prayer Beads. Alarion has 'instinctively' guessed correctly, yes the goggles are Eyes of Charming.)
As Gabriel examines the longsword, a metallic voice rings out of it, "Are you a Paladin?"
Thinker, Pinky, and Cringer return. They had crept away last night during the interrogation of Yeemik.
“You rested, look well Masters.” Thinker bows towards the group.
“We decide, like you Masters, we show mercy. We give Yeemik time to prove he not do bad to us. He be kept hobbled, only walk slow, no weapons, only do work we say. We see if he can be nice goblin.”
Cringer approaches Katherine.
“Lady… if I can come with you, I help. I also look for other nice goblins, who may like to live like Thinker and Pinky.”
"Yes I am a paladin in service to Torm." Gabriel tires not to drop the sword in surprise. "An who might I have the pleasure of addressing?" Seems being polite to a talking sword would be best.
"At long last! Oh, the years, decades, or centuries of waiting - I can no longer tell - they have brought me to a righteous conqueror! I come before you tarnished and in a rusty sheath to my chagrin, but no doubt that can all be taken care of. I am Vitruvius the Vanquisher, at your service Knight of Torm!" the sword exclaims loudly.
"Have no fear I will take care of the rust and tarnish, and get you looking like a new blade. I am Gabriel Roycroft, and I feel this is Torm's hand at work." Gabriel will run through a few attack patterns with Vitruvius, then set about oiling and polishing the sword.
“Oh, I… assumed you would have squires for this sort of lowly work, but ah well, that does feel good.” The sword sighs as years of grime are wiped clean and it shines like the brightest silver.
The 3 goblins have entered the cave to speak to the party. Overhearing the talking sword they look among themselves with a smirk. Pinky covers her mouth, seems to be laughing.
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Gabriel will join Grzak and use the small stream to clean himself as best as he can. "What I wouldn't give for some soap, or hot water." Gabreil mumbles showing a bit of his upper class upbringing.
"Hey Grzak, looks like Lathander has blessed us with a beautiful day." Taking a deep breathe in, enjoying the fresh morning air, "so how did you end up here?"
Grzak looks to Gabriel and then his eyes go distant as he begins his recollection.
"I had been hunting up in the Neverwinter Woods and had been on a multi day chase of a magnificent bull elk. I wounded it on day one. Curse that I didn't strike true with my javelin that first day. It was an adventure of cat and mouse for quite some time before his trail crossed South out of Neverwinter Woods and crossed the Triboar Trail. I finally caught up to him the following day and earned the spoils of my hunt.
That was about a week ago.
I cleaned and prepared the meat for a feast but I must not have inspected the mushrooms I had gathered closely enough because my mind left me during my isolated revelry. I must have been within earshot of this place and I was an easy capture for the goblins."
Mana - Verdan Bard - Dragon Heist
”I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by.” - Douglas Adams
”I’ve suffered a great many catastrophes in my life. Most of them never happened.” - Mark Twain
"Damn goblins sneaking up on a helpless man like that. Where you from?"
“I was born outside of Mirabar some 23 years ago. I never knew my mother, was told she died in childbirth because she was weak. Ran away from my abusive home when I was eleven and never looked back.
Found my way to Luskan where I found work as a dockworker. Spent many years growing in strength until offered a position as a ship’s hand sailing out of Luskan. Made my way up and down the coast for a few years gaining employment by working on different ships.
About three years ago I wanted to try something new, so took my savings and possessions and traveled to Longsaddle and found work as a ranch hand for the last couple of years. I wasn’t able to save any money and I became unhappy with the work, so I left.
The last six months, or so, I’ve been living off the land in the Neverwinter Woods. It’s been exciting but frequently lonely.”
Grzak pauses for just a second before finishing with,
”Not sure what’s next in store for me. I am in debt to Sildar, so we’ll see what comes up after that debt is paid.”
Grzak realizes that he was dominating the conversation but excuses himself due to him not really having a conversation in over 6 months.
“How ‘bout you, Gabriel? How did you get here? Where are you from? And how do you know Sildar?”
Mana - Verdan Bard - Dragon Heist
”I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by.” - Douglas Adams
”I’ve suffered a great many catastrophes in my life. Most of them never happened.” - Mark Twain
Alarion gets up. He normally would bathe, but would prefer a bit more privacy, so for now he contents himself with fixing any tears in his robes.
"I am from Neverwinter, my family the Roycrofts are a small noble family dating back a few centuries. I am the third son, and while I never lacked for anything I was not in line to inherent anything either. My uncle was a devoted follower of Torm, and a adventure of some renowned, I am even named after him so it seems no small wonder I fell into his foot prints, and became a adventure myself.
Sildar was a good friend of my uncle and even helped teach me a thing or two about sword play. Sildar came by our mansion a ten day or so back looking for my uncle, my uncle is in Silverymoon I believe. Sildar was looking to catch up with his friend Gundren, a dwarf who was heading to Phandalin. I decided to accompany Sildar, and we took on as guards to an actor, if I use the term very loosely, who was also heading to Phandalin. We got ambushed by some goblins and Sildar was captured. One successful rescue attempt latter and here we are."
Gabriel strokes the begins of blond stumble growing on his normaly well groomed face.
"As to what you should do next Grzak my friend that's simple, you come with us to Phandalin, drink a ale or three with me, and we see what adventure Torm drops in our laps. Seem fair enough to you?" Gabriel smiles and holds out a hand for Grzak to clasp.
Grzak smiles at Gabriel.
"Aye, an ale or three sounds like a wonderful start to a new adventure."
Grzak accepts the clasp of hands and places his offhand on Gabriel's shoulder.
"Let's go back inside and see who"s still sleeping." Grzak says as he heads back into the cave.
Mana - Verdan Bard - Dragon Heist
”I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by.” - Douglas Adams
”I’ve suffered a great many catastrophes in my life. Most of them never happened.” - Mark Twain
Kathrine would be up when the two return. She would have changed out of the tunic she slept in, and into a clean tunic. As they come in she is in the process of putting on her scale mail armor, adjusting straps and getting the armor back into place.
"Good morning Lady of Eldath, how is Sildar doing?" Gabriel heads into the cave following Grzak.
(OOC holidays kept me busy, getting back to posting more tomorrow!)
Nothing dared disturb the party overnight. All are rested, including Sildar.
Yeemik appears to doze, hanging from the restraints in the wall where Sildar had been chained.
The dead goblins all owned a scimitar, a shortbow, and a varying number of arrows. Some have a few cp or random items in pouches, nothing of much value.
A search of Yeemik’s cave shows that he kept most of his valuables on him, but there are two items of note:
Sildar has tidied himself up as much as possible with Katherine’s help, and rises to shake hands with the party members.
“Take care of any last business inside this cave and meet me by the front entrance. I would have conference with you, but first I very much to see daylight and breath fresh air again.” He makes his way outside.
Gabriel will head over to the longsword, drawing the blade he will examine it in more detail.
(Are the goggles suppose to be for Kathrine?)
(I'm pretty sure they're eyes of charming for Alarion)
(OOC to cut to the chase, Katherine received a charm bracelet from Cringer that is more than it appears.. similar to a Necklace of Prayer Beads. Alarion has 'instinctively' guessed correctly, yes the goggles are Eyes of Charming.)
As Gabriel examines the longsword, a metallic voice rings out of it, "Are you a Paladin?"
Thinker, Pinky, and Cringer return. They had crept away last night during the interrogation of Yeemik.
“You rested, look well Masters.” Thinker bows towards the group.
“We decide, like you Masters, we show mercy. We give Yeemik time to prove he not do bad to us. He be kept hobbled, only walk slow, no weapons, only do work we say. We see if he can be nice goblin.”
Cringer approaches Katherine.
“Lady… if I can come with you, I help. I also look for other nice goblins, who may like to live like Thinker and Pinky.”
"Yes I am a paladin in service to Torm." Gabriel tires not to drop the sword in surprise. "An who might I have the pleasure of addressing?" Seems being polite to a talking sword would be best.
"At long last! Oh, the years, decades, or centuries of waiting - I can no longer tell - they have brought me to a righteous conqueror! I come before you tarnished and in a rusty sheath to my chagrin, but no doubt that can all be taken care of. I am Vitruvius the Vanquisher, at your service Knight of Torm!" the sword exclaims loudly.
"Have no fear I will take care of the rust and tarnish, and get you looking like a new blade. I am Gabriel Roycroft, and I feel this is Torm's hand at work." Gabriel will run through a few attack patterns with Vitruvius, then set about oiling and polishing the sword.
“Oh, I… assumed you would have squires for this sort of lowly work, but ah well, that does feel good.” The sword sighs as years of grime are wiped clean and it shines like the brightest silver.
The 3 goblins have entered the cave to speak to the party. Overhearing the talking sword they look among themselves with a smirk. Pinky covers her mouth, seems to be laughing.