Upon Max's return and hearing of the gems, Eerie hops down from the sled stooping to pet a stray cat briefly as she moves towards the door. "I'll be right back!"
She wanders inside and back up to the counter. After climbing up onto a stool, she withdraws a few coppers and an empty bottle labeled Northlook's Mead and inquires of the barkeep. "Could I trouble you for a refill of this one and another bottle? I have business upstairs but will be back soon." With any sort of acknowledgement, she jumps back down and heads up the stairs locating the room with the Dwarves, knocking respectfully.
Upon a Greeting, "I've come to claim my share of the reward and for those of my friends below waiting with the sled. We'll be off to the Blacksmith promptly after." then pausing a moment, "If it gives you any peace - My friends and I provided what burial and ceremony we could for your friend. We do not know your own custom but if you will allow me to show you?" With permission, she plays a short Illusionary scene of their attempt to respect and bury their fallen comrade, smoothing the gruesome details away and providing some landmark of where this is.
(The sled can be pulled by any four adventurers, or Eerie if she resumes horse form again).
Scramsax accepts Eerie's coins and takes the bottle, topping it back up with mead: "I'm glad you enjoyed it little one, always happy to provide more"
Upstairs, the dwarf - who reveals her name to be Hruna - softens visibly at news of her friend's treatment at your hands.
"It's not quite our tradition, but any ceremony is greatly appreciated. We're open-minded enough to realise that it is the intent which matters, not the details of the service"
She wipes a tear from her eye as she stares at the image conjured by Eerie, then turns to embrace the gnome. Hruna mumbles into the druid's hair "You have friends among the dwarves of Clan Battlehammer"
Max puts his hand on his chin and then replies to Thirteen: "Yep, I think the dwarves may want you to collect your reward yourself...but I could go back upstairs to check...would you be able to get a mug of mead for me while I am gone? This is thirsty work!"
Warmed by the gesture, Eerie gives Hruna a hearty hug back seemingly accidentally lighting the fire in the fireplace in the process.
Afterwards, she tucks the pretty gem into her jewel pouch and wishes them well. "Ingots to deliver!" Making her departure quick allowing them their grief and moving swiftly down the steps to perch on the stool again. She gathers the two bottles of mead with a happy smile and returns through the door to her friends leaving the soft scent of a summer rain in her wake.
@DM
druidcraft for the fireplace and rain scent (if allowed - I can make animal scents, natural ones ok?)
(assuming there is a fireplace with wood and it would endanger none of them)
(Is Eerie able to collect for the others or should they all attend on their own to collecting the reward?)
Adding a 50 g Emerald to her inventory (customized for value)
Eerie is able to gather everyone's reward, no need for individual journeys. You are now stood in the street with a sled load of ingots and a final dropoff to complete.
@Eerie:
Yeah I like it, makes sense for druidcraft to be able to do that - the folk of the Northlook appreciate it :o)
Thirteen accepts the gem and squats down for a short while, taking some time to correct any dents and scrapes to his body. Then feeling more refreshed he heads for the sled, picks up a rope and waits motionless until the others are ready.
Virjor strides confidently out of the Inn and nearly trips over Lucius' new form - a white cat that weaves between his snowshoes, and the pair head over to the sled to assist.
"I hope this Battlehammer Clan prove to be useful allies in our investigation, they certainly seem to be good at offering us chores to complete! Oh well, let's get this done so we may continue our true purpose here?"
Eerie returns to the sled, a couple of bottles of mead in hand and fidgeting with a pouch. Then seemingly deciding that putting away the mead first would be easier, tucks them into her pack and rejoins the group presenting each quietly with their share of the payment.
Glancing over at the snow-white cat circling Virjor's ankles, she smiles. "Pretty Kitty."
"Now a little space if you would...yes there, that's better," and Eerie shifts back into a Draft Horse of a Russet hue a little more red than is typical of the color. Once anyone connects up the sled again to her, she'll pull it on towards the blacksmith but stay in form for now.
You pick up the heavy ropes that lead from the front of the sled and drag it down the street toward Blackiron Blades. It feels late due to the traveling and combat you have undertaken today, but hard to tell with the perpetual darkness that envelopes Icewind Dale.
It’s about a thousand feet to your destination, nearly at the centre of town. On entering, you find a smithy with a goods shop attached to one side, the dividing wall knocked through to make one large interior. The forge is still hot, a male dwarf stood to one side taking a rest and taking large swigs from a tankard. As he appraises you through curious eyes, a female dwarf hails you from behind the shop’s counter:
“Ey, you look new here. If you’re looking to make an order then I’m afraid we’re backed up until my brother Garn here can get more iron. I’m Elza, anything I can interest you in for your next journey?”
She has a kindly face, maybe worn a little by disappointments but seems pleased to have prospective customers – or maybe just to see new faces.
Taking a look to see if anyone is going to speak up, Max says, "Hi Elza, great to meet you! I am Max Springfoot, the finder of lost and misplaced things! These are my friends, and we had a big adventure, but long story short, we have ingots to deliver to you! Right, everyone?" Max looks back to the party to double check.
Carric nods in agreement at Max's words. "Yes,"he intones from behind the mask. "The dwarves suffered much loss to bring these to you, and we spent no small effort. I trust that you will find it worth all the work that's been done."
Elza’s and Garn’s eyes both widen as Max mentions the ingots, looking at each other in a mixture of joy and relief.
“Oh that’s marvelous, thank you dear Max and friends!”
Humbled slightly by Carric’s referencing the Battlehammer Clan dwarves, she nods: “Yes, I heard that they were looking for help in finishing the delivery. We will deliver them some aid first thing in the morning”
She looks around your party and casts a curious eye at the attentive horse outside: “You seem like a resourceful bunch, certainly not Ten Towners; may I ask what brings you this far north?”
Spotting the curious glance from Elza, DraftHorse-Eerie gives her what couldn't be mistaken for anything else but a horsey smile showing a mouthful of glistening teeth then turns back to watching over the ingots.
Thirteen starts unbuckling the ingots from the sled and carrying them through in batches the smithy. "Where do you wants these?"
And after he puts the first one in it's place he stands up straight and faces Elza and Garn. "We're here to help with the big freeze if you must know."
Then he carries on with the heavy lifting without waiting for a response.
After Thirteen responds, Carric nods and adds quietly: "Yes, my order has taken a growing intereste in the situation here. I imagine many other parties have as well."
Elza looks mystified and amazed at the suggestion that the curse can be lifted. "Well that's a noble quest indeed. Please help yourself to something if it might be of help. Gorn! Help the nice, er, man with those ingots!"
Gorn snaps out of his stupor and starts to move ingots alongside Thirteen, placing them in a neat stack. He looks thoughtfully at Virjor:
"Aye, there were some people heading through here that were expressing an interest, although they were more concerned with the winter's impact on their search for something or other. Wizard types they were, four of them in the group although they didn't seem particularly close.
One of them, a human in a big hat, said he was off to check out some spire in the wilderness. Bit of a flapper he was, dropped this"
Gorn hands you a scrap of paper with a rough map of Ten Towns. Some way to the east is a cross with a comment "Spire?"
(Everyone may take mundane weapons, armour or supplies worth up to 10gp as payment from Elza and Gorn)
Upon Max's return and hearing of the gems, Eerie hops down from the sled stooping to pet a stray cat briefly as she moves towards the door. "I'll be right back!"
She wanders inside and back up to the counter. After climbing up onto a stool, she withdraws a few coppers and an empty bottle labeled Northlook's Mead and inquires of the barkeep. "Could I trouble you for a refill of this one and another bottle? I have business upstairs but will be back soon." With any sort of acknowledgement, she jumps back down and heads up the stairs locating the room with the Dwarves, knocking respectfully.
Upon a Greeting, "I've come to claim my share of the reward and for those of my friends below waiting with the sled. We'll be off to the Blacksmith promptly after." then pausing a moment, "If it gives you any peace - My friends and I provided what burial and ceremony we could for your friend. We do not know your own custom but if you will allow me to show you?" With permission, she plays a short Illusionary scene of their attempt to respect and bury their fallen comrade, smoothing the gruesome details away and providing some landmark of where this is.
minor illusion should accomplish this?
(The sled can be pulled by any four adventurers, or Eerie if she resumes horse form again).
Scramsax accepts Eerie's coins and takes the bottle, topping it back up with mead: "I'm glad you enjoyed it little one, always happy to provide more"
Upstairs, the dwarf - who reveals her name to be Hruna - softens visibly at news of her friend's treatment at your hands.
"It's not quite our tradition, but any ceremony is greatly appreciated. We're open-minded enough to realise that it is the intent which matters, not the details of the service"
She wipes a tear from her eye as she stares at the image conjured by Eerie, then turns to embrace the gnome. Hruna mumbles into the druid's hair "You have friends among the dwarves of Clan Battlehammer"
Max puts his hand on his chin and then replies to Thirteen: "Yep, I think the dwarves may want you to collect your reward yourself...but I could go back upstairs to check...would you be able to get a mug of mead for me while I am gone? This is thirsty work!"
(Everyone may process a short rest during this time if you wish; it is light work for at least an hour)
Warmed by the gesture, Eerie gives Hruna a hearty hug back seemingly accidentally lighting the fire in the fireplace in the process.
Afterwards, she tucks the pretty gem into her jewel pouch and wishes them well. "Ingots to deliver!" Making her departure quick allowing them their grief and moving swiftly down the steps to perch on the stool again. She gathers the two bottles of mead with a happy smile and returns through the door to her friends leaving the soft scent of a summer rain in her wake.
@DM
druidcraft for the fireplace and rain scent (if allowed - I can make animal scents, natural ones ok?)
(assuming there is a fireplace with wood and it would endanger none of them)
(Is Eerie able to collect for the others or should they all attend on their own to collecting the reward?)
Adding a 50 g Emerald to her inventory (customized for value)
Eerie is able to gather everyone's reward, no need for individual journeys. You are now stood in the street with a sled load of ingots and a final dropoff to complete.
@Eerie:
Yeah I like it, makes sense for druidcraft to be able to do that - the folk of the Northlook appreciate it :o)
Thirteen accepts the gem and squats down for a short while, taking some time to correct any dents and scrapes to his body. Then feeling more refreshed he heads for the sled, picks up a rope and waits motionless until the others are ready.
Virjor strides confidently out of the Inn and nearly trips over Lucius' new form - a white cat that weaves between his snowshoes, and the pair head over to the sled to assist.
"I hope this Battlehammer Clan prove to be useful allies in our investigation, they certainly seem to be good at offering us chores to complete! Oh well, let's get this done so we may continue our true purpose here?"
Eerie returns to the sled, a couple of bottles of mead in hand and fidgeting with a pouch. Then seemingly deciding that putting away the mead first would be easier, tucks them into her pack and rejoins the group presenting each quietly with their share of the payment.
Glancing over at the snow-white cat circling Virjor's ankles, she smiles. "Pretty Kitty."
"Now a little space if you would...yes there, that's better," and Eerie shifts back into a Draft Horse of a Russet hue a little more red than is typical of the color. Once anyone connects up the sled again to her, she'll pull it on towards the blacksmith but stay in form for now.
You pick up the heavy ropes that lead from the front of the sled and drag it down the street toward Blackiron Blades. It feels late due to the traveling and combat you have undertaken today, but hard to tell with the perpetual darkness that envelopes Icewind Dale.
It’s about a thousand feet to your destination, nearly at the centre of town. On entering, you find a smithy with a goods shop attached to one side, the dividing wall knocked through to make one large interior. The forge is still hot, a male dwarf stood to one side taking a rest and taking large swigs from a tankard. As he appraises you through curious eyes, a female dwarf hails you from behind the shop’s counter:
“Ey, you look new here. If you’re looking to make an order then I’m afraid we’re backed up until my brother Garn here can get more iron. I’m Elza, anything I can interest you in for your next journey?”
She has a kindly face, maybe worn a little by disappointments but seems pleased to have prospective customers – or maybe just to see new faces.
Taking a look to see if anyone is going to speak up, Max says, "Hi Elza, great to meet you! I am Max Springfoot, the finder of lost and misplaced things! These are my friends, and we had a big adventure, but long story short, we have ingots to deliver to you! Right, everyone?" Max looks back to the party to double check.
DraftHorse-Eerie give a little whinny of agreement as her long ears pick up Max's inquiry from outside.
Carric nods in agreement at Max's words. "Yes," he intones from behind the mask. "The dwarves suffered much loss to bring these to you, and we spent no small effort. I trust that you will find it worth all the work that's been done."
Elza’s and Garn’s eyes both widen as Max mentions the ingots, looking at each other in a mixture of joy and relief.
“Oh that’s marvelous, thank you dear Max and friends!”
Humbled slightly by Carric’s referencing the Battlehammer Clan dwarves, she nods: “Yes, I heard that they were looking for help in finishing the delivery. We will deliver them some aid first thing in the morning”
She looks around your party and casts a curious eye at the attentive horse outside: “You seem like a resourceful bunch, certainly not Ten Towners; may I ask what brings you this far north?”
Spotting the curious glance from Elza, DraftHorse-Eerie gives her what couldn't be mistaken for anything else but a horsey smile showing a mouthful of glistening teeth then turns back to watching over the ingots.
Thirteen starts unbuckling the ingots from the sled and carrying them through in batches the smithy. "Where do you wants these?"
And after he puts the first one in it's place he stands up straight and faces Elza and Garn. "We're here to help with the big freeze if you must know."
Then he carries on with the heavy lifting without waiting for a response.
After Thirteen responds, Carric nods and adds quietly: "Yes, my order has taken a growing intereste in the situation here. I imagine many other parties have as well."
Max nods at Thirteen and Carric and then looks to Vijor to see if he should tell more of the tale.
Elza looks mystified and amazed at the suggestion that the curse can be lifted. "Well that's a noble quest indeed. Please help yourself to something if it might be of help. Gorn! Help the nice, er, man with those ingots!"
Gorn snaps out of his stupor and starts to move ingots alongside Thirteen, placing them in a neat stack. He looks thoughtfully at Virjor:
"Aye, there were some people heading through here that were expressing an interest, although they were more concerned with the winter's impact on their search for something or other. Wizard types they were, four of them in the group although they didn't seem particularly close.
One of them, a human in a big hat, said he was off to check out some spire in the wilderness. Bit of a flapper he was, dropped this"
Gorn hands you a scrap of paper with a rough map of Ten Towns. Some way to the east is a cross with a comment "Spire?"
(Everyone may take mundane weapons, armour or supplies worth up to 10gp as payment from Elza and Gorn)
@DM Assuming all weapon, armour or supplies are metal related? She doesn't come in or change form yet until sled is unloaded.