Agmar, Haughlin & Qhuarrk had set out from the mining town Phandalin with two quest markers in hand, one to retrieve something that may help rid the town of Cryovain the Dragon from the Gnomes of Gnomengarde and one to reach out to the local midwife Adabra Gwynn who lives by herself on Umbrage Hill, and try and convince her to return to the safety of the mining town. Setting out for the midwife first, the party have an uneventful journey. Upon arriving at Umbrage Hill they hear the roars of a manticore attempting to destroy Adabra's windmill home. After a hard long fought fight with the beast the trio emerge victorious over the beast, however Adabra's supplies have been spent keeping the party alive.
The party stands over the defeated manticore, it's fangs broken from Qhuarrk's shield, in front of the windmill, it's front door battered and broken from the manticores onslaught. Adabra appears from behind the ladders heading to the upper levels and comes outside to greet you all.
"Chauntea's blessings! My thanks to you all, if you came any later the beast would have broken through and my days would have been numbered! The beast kept howling about some dragon up the mountains, a dragon! What nonsense, there hasn't been a dragon in this region for centuries."
She dusts herself off and starts shuffling around the entrance way picking up the pieces of her home that can be salvaged.
"By what good fortunes did you come out all this way? If you've come looking for my services, I fear my stock has been used up in that battle."
Haughlin picks himself up off the crumpled heap of the manticore's corpse and brushes the dirt from his coat.
"We're not here for your services," he points at the manticore's body, "we've been sent by the people of Phandalin, they request that you return to the town, where it's safe. I think our departed friend here - Haughlin points at the manticore - gives good reason to do so."
"Return to Phandalin!? One crazed manticore is hardly reason to up sticks and run back to that town with my tail between my legs! It's taken me a long time to get this place up and running and finally producing quality ingredients." Adabra continues to rifle through the damage pulling odd pieces out of the rubble and setting them aside. "Besides if I leave here who is going to provide the town with their medicine, there's nowhere else round here with a grinder as good as this windmill." She stops for a moment and looks over the three of you.
"Tell you what, I've got another door on the next floor up, much sturdier than this." she kicks a piece of scrap wood. " and you tell Harbin, I'm assuming it's still that coward in charge of the town, I'm safe and sound up in my windmill. I'll even throw in a little discount for you on my next batch of potions as a thank you, it should only take a day or two brew. What do you say?"
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"You said that thing spoke?" Haughlin makes a mildly revolted face at the body. "What it said about dragons isn't as preposterous as you think. It's why we're here."
"There's been sightings nearby, too close for the town to feel comfortable having you out here on your own. You seem capable enough, but you're still one person." Haughlin smiles at her kindly. "Having a big grindy windmill isn't much use if the person doing the grinding is dead. And if we hadn't come along, and got very lucky, then you might've been just that. Next time it might be a dragon."
He moves to help her with the debris, "Come back to town, we can talk to Wester and arrange for some able-bodied folks to escort you here when you need to work. A couple of miles by cart isn't a long journey, and your work is essential, surely worth the manpower."
"I'm sure I heard it shouting at you lot too, they are sentient beasts after all." with heavy sigh continues "Fair enough, you make a good point, what's the harm in going back for a little spell. Will give me time have a talk with Harbin on what dictates a threat! Let me go collect some supplies".
She drops the piece of rubble she was holding and dusts off her hands heading inside the windmill, where she begins to clatter about. "This may take a while!"
((Enough time will pass for a short rest, I'll hold off here in case Agmar or Qhuarrk have anything to add))
"Aye lass, a fine home you have made here, and safe it will be again when Agmar buries this axe between the fell beats eyes. I swear it on my honour as a descendant of house Wyrmfoe...
But the lads are right, a short stay back in town won't harm anybody. Might even be a lucrative trip if you can drum up some business from battle weary adventurers... I'm sure we won't be the only curious folk to hear word of monsters in the hills. Hehe! Oh i wonder what else lays in wait for us in the shadowy places of this hill." - bellows Agmar, as he picks chunks of gore from a bloodied blonde beard.
Agmar continues to ramble away to himself as he studies the corpse of the Manticore, satisfying some unknown thirst to ensure that it is thoroughly dead.
A couple of hours pass with Adabra packing up various vials, bottles and other substances, she does not engage in much conversation while this time passes, only making passing comments of dragons and such nonsense. Finally she appears at the door carrying a small trunk with a much larger one behind her.
"Who exactly had these sightings of a dragon? Not to speak ill of the towns folk but there's not a lot to down there other than drink or work. It would not surprise me if some drunkard took a look at a large bird and cried dragon. Be a dear will you and grab that for me will you." She nods her head backwards towards the much larger chest sitting in the doorway. "I'm assuming you brought ... " her voicet trails off abruptly and her mouth hangs open as she stares at the direction of Phandalin.
From the vantage point atop Umbrage Hill you all have clear sight back down to the mining town and are able to make out the silhouette of what is most definitely a dragon hovering above, looking on you see a blast erupt from the dragons mouth, moments later you hear the roar of the dragon as the sound finally reaches you.
"Oh my days! I take back what I said, we need to go now! Leave the chest it's not important, they are going to need my help!"
Haughlin started towards the door when he saw Adabra appear, to help with her luggage, but stops when he sees her jaw drop. Turning round, he follows her eyes to the shape of the dragon in the skies.
"Well, there goes any hopes I had of not fighting a dragon," he sighs. "C'mon Agmar, this is what you wanted, isn't it?", smirking cheerily at the dwarf.
He hurries over to his horse, "Adabra, you can ride with me, I'll lash the trunk you have to the saddlebags." Hauglin holds his hands out for Adabra's luggage.
Staring in awe at the sky, a lone tear streaks across a dirty face, Agmar grips the shaft of his Great axe so tight that the blood runs from the knuckles, leaving white, gnarled bone visible through stretched skin. Among clenched teeth and furrowed brown a faint murmur escapes the lips of our young dwarf... "Father, Brothers... See me now."
Steeling himself, after a moment, conquering whatever static fogged his vision, the rough warrior snaps to attention, slinging the heavy bladed weapon across his back and grasping the larger chest. The whites of his eyes consume pigment and pupil, as a fury washes the snarling dwarf who sets about moving the chest as if it had done he and his kin a grave disservice.
Agmars horse gives a protest at the extra weight as the chest is slung on it's back. "Leave the chest it's not important enough, you'll kill that poor beast trying to carry it like that." Adabra shouts back at the Agmar, taking Haughlin's hand and jumping onto the back of his horse. "Quickly now, it's still a fair journey to get back there."
((As long as nobody wants to do anything else here I'll progress))
You spurr the horses on as quick as they can manage circling round the hills in your path back to Phandalin, but you can't get there quick enough. You arrive back at Phandalin, no dragon in sight, passing the Miners Exchange in the South part of town, to see the aftermath of the dragon attack on the small town. You travel down the main path from the miner's exchange passing multple buildings completely encassed in ice, slowing the horses down to no more than a walk avoiding large patches of ice on the path.
Arriving at the town centre you see where the dragon landed, the square is surrounded in ice (supprisingly the shrine to Tymora is untouched) with the bodies of some valiant defenders lying on the ground and one unfortunately soul encassed in a wall of ice.
Adabra quickly dismounts from Haughlins horse, unstrapping her supplies and runs into the square to aid the survivors who are attending to the injured. "You have my thanks, I must go and see to the injured."
Haughlin stares at the devastated town square as he dismounts his horse. He takes a few steps forward then sits, cross-legged, on the ground.
He puts his head in his hands and, wide-eyed, takes in the scene. "We should have left sooner, I shouldn't have... We could have helped," he says quietly.
The rush of people around him snap him back to the moment and he rises to his feet.
He turns to his companions, "What can we do? I'm no good for the wounded."
Side-bump! [OOC}Also, we came from the south, right? Up past the town hall to get to the square? How's it looking, are any of the paths blocked or buildings in trouble that Haughlin can see?
Yeah, you came into the town from the miners trail, passing the town masters hall on your right. No paths are blocked but the ones you saw had layers of ice covering the ground.
Your horses had to slow to make sure they didn’t slip and injure themselves or their rider. Thankfully the major locations of the town survived the onslaught, there were a number of houses completely covered in ice. You can tell the dragon flew down from the triboar trail then eventually landed in the main square.
Heading towards the Townmasters Hall, you find that they have set up a small area inside to care for the injured survivors, with anyone not in need of immediate aid being sent away and directed to the Inn.
Upon arriving at the inn, you some familiar faces of the townsfolk who have managed to go unscathed and amongst them a number of new arrivals who look more like adventurers than towns folk.
While asking around after Harbin Wester, the town master, Toblen (the innkeeper) shouts over the din “Pah! You’ll have no luck finding Harbin in here! He’s no come out o’ that house save for posting his little quests and to get himself food, and that was before the dragon attacked! Doubt we’ll be seeing his face for some time to come!”.
“You’ll be the ones that went off to get the midwife yeah?” A plucky young human woman, wearing a crumpled papier-mâché hat, pipes up as you approach the table. “I’m sure she will be great help with all her healing and stuff! Pretty clear what happened ‘ere though! Dragon attacked! We arrived just in time to help send it packing!” She puffs out her chest.
((these are a group of sidekicks 9 in total of varying ability, figure with the other 2 AFK at the moment best to add some more to the party if you wish to continue on, I’ll put up more details when I’m back on a computer))
"Adabra was right, Wester is a coward. He should be out here, helping his townfolks. Thank you for helping these people," Haughlin extends his hand in greeting to the young woman, taking a mental note to ask about her choice of headwear at an appropriate time.
"Haughlin Gaale, pleased to meet you. I'm glad I could convince Adabra to return, she was most resistant at first. Does anyone know where it came from, or went?"
"Not many folks would run out and try and fight off a dragon, thankfully his job posting seems to have brought a fair amount of adventuring types to the area that relish the idea!" She sits looking very proud of herself again. "Donnabella Fiasco is me name, not sure about the rest of the folks here, just went for the emptiest seat around."
Looking around the group of other adventurers you see 5 Humans (including Donnabella, 1 female, 4 male), a female Elf, 2 Halfings (1 female, 1 male) and a female dwarf. When Donnabella stops talking the female dwarf looks up from her ale with a bright smile on her face.
"Well met Haughlin, I'm Ruby Hammerwhacker, well done on bring Adabra back don't be harsh on the poor townmaster, doubt he had much expectations of dragons coming to his little town when he took up position. Best go speak with though and let him know that Adabra has returned, I'm sure that will set him at ease if just a little. The dragon appears to have come from the North East, think I overheard someone say they saw it above the Triboar Trail, where it's headed? No clue, it took off South West though." Her demeaner becomes more somber as the discussion turns to the dragon. "If you're needing any assistance, my hammer is at your service." She finishes with a big smile again.
"I wish it were under more pleasant circumstances, but I'm glad to make both your aquaintances. Donatella, Ruby." Haughlin bows his head at each of them as he says their name.
"Mayhaps coward was a bit harsh, I didn't expect him to size up to a dragon, no. He should be out of that office now though, and showing his people that he cares. Hopefully the news of Adabra's return is enough to entice him from his office." He states, more curtly than intended.
"I'll try again to speak with him, he tasked my friends and I with another job, I fear the urgency of it may be higher now. Please, if you both have no pressing business, I could use any help whilst my companions aid the town and catch up with us." Haughlin adds, smiling at the two women kindly.
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Recap:
Agmar, Haughlin & Qhuarrk had set out from the mining town Phandalin with two quest markers in hand, one to retrieve something that may help rid the town of Cryovain the Dragon from the Gnomes of Gnomengarde and one to reach out to the local midwife Adabra Gwynn who lives by herself on Umbrage Hill, and try and convince her to return to the safety of the mining town. Setting out for the midwife first, the party have an uneventful journey. Upon arriving at Umbrage Hill they hear the roars of a manticore attempting to destroy Adabra's windmill home. After a hard long fought fight with the beast the trio emerge victorious over the beast, however Adabra's supplies have been spent keeping the party alive.
The party stands over the defeated manticore, it's fangs broken from Qhuarrk's shield, in front of the windmill, it's front door battered and broken from the manticores onslaught. Adabra appears from behind the ladders heading to the upper levels and comes outside to greet you all.
"Chauntea's blessings! My thanks to you all, if you came any later the beast would have broken through and my days would have been numbered! The beast kept howling about some dragon up the mountains, a dragon! What nonsense, there hasn't been a dragon in this region for centuries."
She dusts herself off and starts shuffling around the entrance way picking up the pieces of her home that can be salvaged.
"By what good fortunes did you come out all this way? If you've come looking for my services, I fear my stock has been used up in that battle."
Haughlin picks himself up off the crumpled heap of the manticore's corpse and brushes the dirt from his coat.
"We're not here for your services," he points at the manticore's body, "we've been sent by the people of Phandalin, they request that you return to the town, where it's safe. I think our departed friend here - Haughlin points at the manticore - gives good reason to do so."
"Return to Phandalin!? One crazed manticore is hardly reason to up sticks and run back to that town with my tail between my legs! It's taken me a long time to get this place up and running and finally producing quality ingredients." Adabra continues to rifle through the damage pulling odd pieces out of the rubble and setting them aside. "Besides if I leave here who is going to provide the town with their medicine, there's nowhere else round here with a grinder as good as this windmill." She stops for a moment and looks over the three of you.
"Tell you what, I've got another door on the next floor up, much sturdier than this." she kicks a piece of scrap wood. " and you tell Harbin, I'm assuming it's still that coward in charge of the town, I'm safe and sound up in my windmill. I'll even throw in a little discount for you on my next batch of potions as a thank you, it should only take a day or two brew. What do you say?"
"You said that thing spoke?" Haughlin makes a mildly revolted face at the body. "What it said about dragons isn't as preposterous as you think. It's why we're here."
"There's been sightings nearby, too close for the town to feel comfortable having you out here on your own. You seem capable enough, but you're still one person." Haughlin smiles at her kindly. "Having a big grindy windmill isn't much use if the person doing the grinding is dead. And if we hadn't come along, and got very lucky, then you might've been just that. Next time it might be a dragon."
He moves to help her with the debris, "Come back to town, we can talk to Wester and arrange for some able-bodied folks to escort you here when you need to work. A couple of miles by cart isn't a long journey, and your work is essential, surely worth the manpower."
Persuasion roll - 7
"I'm sure I heard it shouting at you lot too, they are sentient beasts after all." with heavy sigh continues "Fair enough, you make a good point, what's the harm in going back for a little spell. Will give me time have a talk with Harbin on what dictates a threat! Let me go collect some supplies".
She drops the piece of rubble she was holding and dusts off her hands heading inside the windmill, where she begins to clatter about. "This may take a while!"
((Enough time will pass for a short rest, I'll hold off here in case Agmar or Qhuarrk have anything to add))
Map of the area to if anyone is interested
"Aye lass, a fine home you have made here, and safe it will be again when Agmar buries this axe between the fell beats eyes. I swear it on my honour as a descendant of house Wyrmfoe...
But the lads are right, a short stay back in town won't harm anybody. Might even be a lucrative trip if you can drum up some business from battle weary adventurers... I'm sure we won't be the only curious folk to hear word of monsters in the hills. Hehe! Oh i wonder what else lays in wait for us in the shadowy places of this hill." - bellows Agmar, as he picks chunks of gore from a bloodied blonde beard.
Agmar continues to ramble away to himself as he studies the corpse of the Manticore, satisfying some unknown thirst to ensure that it is thoroughly dead.
A couple of hours pass with Adabra packing up various vials, bottles and other substances, she does not engage in much conversation while this time passes, only making passing comments of dragons and such nonsense. Finally she appears at the door carrying a small trunk with a much larger one behind her.
"Who exactly had these sightings of a dragon? Not to speak ill of the towns folk but there's not a lot to down there other than drink or work. It would not surprise me if some drunkard took a look at a large bird and cried dragon. Be a dear will you and grab that for me will you." She nods her head backwards towards the much larger chest sitting in the doorway. "I'm assuming you brought ... " her voicet trails off abruptly and her mouth hangs open as she stares at the direction of Phandalin.
From the vantage point atop Umbrage Hill you all have clear sight back down to the mining town and are able to make out the silhouette of what is most definitely a dragon hovering above, looking on you see a blast erupt from the dragons mouth, moments later you hear the roar of the dragon as the sound finally reaches you.
"Oh my days! I take back what I said, we need to go now! Leave the chest it's not important, they are going to need my help!"
Haughlin started towards the door when he saw Adabra appear, to help with her luggage, but stops when he sees her jaw drop. Turning round, he follows her eyes to the shape of the dragon in the skies.
"Well, there goes any hopes I had of not fighting a dragon," he sighs. "C'mon Agmar, this is what you wanted, isn't it?", smirking cheerily at the dwarf.
He hurries over to his horse, "Adabra, you can ride with me, I'll lash the trunk you have to the saddlebags." Hauglin holds his hands out for Adabra's luggage.
Staring in awe at the sky, a lone tear streaks across a dirty face, Agmar grips the shaft of his Great axe so tight that the blood runs from the knuckles, leaving white, gnarled bone visible through stretched skin. Among clenched teeth and furrowed brown a faint murmur escapes the lips of our young dwarf... "Father, Brothers... See me now."
Steeling himself, after a moment, conquering whatever static fogged his vision, the rough warrior snaps to attention, slinging the heavy bladed weapon across his back and grasping the larger chest. The whites of his eyes consume pigment and pupil, as a fury washes the snarling dwarf who sets about moving the chest as if it had done he and his kin a grave disservice.
Agmars horse gives a protest at the extra weight as the chest is slung on it's back. "Leave the chest it's not important enough, you'll kill that poor beast trying to carry it like that." Adabra shouts back at the Agmar, taking Haughlin's hand and jumping onto the back of his horse. "Quickly now, it's still a fair journey to get back there."
((As long as nobody wants to do anything else here I'll progress))
You spurr the horses on as quick as they can manage circling round the hills in your path back to Phandalin, but you can't get there quick enough. You arrive back at Phandalin, no dragon in sight, passing the Miners Exchange in the South part of town, to see the aftermath of the dragon attack on the small town. You travel down the main path from the miner's exchange passing multple buildings completely encassed in ice, slowing the horses down to no more than a walk avoiding large patches of ice on the path.
Arriving at the town centre you see where the dragon landed, the square is surrounded in ice (supprisingly the shrine to Tymora is untouched) with the bodies of some valiant defenders lying on the ground and one unfortunately soul encassed in a wall of ice.
Adabra quickly dismounts from Haughlins horse, unstrapping her supplies and runs into the square to aid the survivors who are attending to the injured. "You have my thanks, I must go and see to the injured."
Haughlin stares at the devastated town square as he dismounts his horse. He takes a few steps forward then sits, cross-legged, on the ground.
He puts his head in his hands and, wide-eyed, takes in the scene. "We should have left sooner, I shouldn't have... We could have helped," he says quietly.
The rush of people around him snap him back to the moment and he rises to his feet.
He turns to his companions, "What can we do? I'm no good for the wounded."
(a bump with a map of Phandalin)
Side-bump! [OOC}Also, we came from the south, right? Up past the town hall to get to the square? How's it looking, are any of the paths blocked or buildings in trouble that Haughlin can see?
Yeah, you came into the town from the miners trail, passing the town masters hall on your right. No paths are blocked but the ones you saw had layers of ice covering the ground.
Your horses had to slow to make sure they didn’t slip and injure themselves or their rider. Thankfully the major locations of the town survived the onslaught, there were a number of houses completely covered in ice. You can tell the dragon flew down from the triboar trail then eventually landed in the main square.
Heading towards the Townmasters Hall, you find that they have set up a small area inside to care for the injured survivors, with anyone not in need of immediate aid being sent away and directed to the Inn.
Upon arriving at the inn, you some familiar faces of the townsfolk who have managed to go unscathed and amongst them a number of new arrivals who look more like adventurers than towns folk.
Haughlin looks around for the town master, if he can't see him, he approaches the nearest group of adventurers.
"Hello, glad to see you well. Can you tell us what happened?" He says. (To either the town master, or the adventurers)
While asking around after Harbin Wester, the town master, Toblen (the innkeeper) shouts over the din “Pah! You’ll have no luck finding Harbin in here! He’s no come out o’ that house save for posting his little quests and to get himself food, and that was before the dragon attacked! Doubt we’ll be seeing his face for some time to come!”.
“You’ll be the ones that went off to get the midwife yeah?” A plucky young human woman, wearing a crumpled papier-mâché hat, pipes up as you approach the table. “I’m sure she will be great help with all her healing and stuff! Pretty clear what happened ‘ere though! Dragon attacked! We arrived just in time to help send it packing!” She puffs out her chest.
((these are a group of sidekicks 9 in total of varying ability, figure with the other 2 AFK at the moment best to add some more to the party if you wish to continue on, I’ll put up more details when I’m back on a computer))
"Adabra was right, Wester is a coward. He should be out here, helping his townfolks. Thank you for helping these people," Haughlin extends his hand in greeting to the young woman, taking a mental note to ask about her choice of headwear at an appropriate time.
"Haughlin Gaale, pleased to meet you. I'm glad I could convince Adabra to return, she was most resistant at first. Does anyone know where it came from, or went?"
"Not many folks would run out and try and fight off a dragon, thankfully his job posting seems to have brought a fair amount of adventuring types to the area that relish the idea!" She sits looking very proud of herself again. "Donnabella Fiasco is me name, not sure about the rest of the folks here, just went for the emptiest seat around."
Looking around the group of other adventurers you see 5 Humans (including Donnabella, 1 female, 4 male), a female Elf, 2 Halfings (1 female, 1 male) and a female dwarf. When Donnabella stops talking the female dwarf looks up from her ale with a bright smile on her face.
"Well met Haughlin, I'm Ruby Hammerwhacker, well done on bring Adabra back don't be harsh on the poor townmaster, doubt he had much expectations of dragons coming to his little town when he took up position. Best go speak with though and let him know that Adabra has returned, I'm sure that will set him at ease if just a little. The dragon appears to have come from the North East, think I overheard someone say they saw it above the Triboar Trail, where it's headed? No clue, it took off South West though." Her demeaner becomes more somber as the discussion turns to the dragon. "If you're needing any assistance, my hammer is at your service." She finishes with a big smile again.
"I wish it were under more pleasant circumstances, but I'm glad to make both your aquaintances. Donatella, Ruby." Haughlin bows his head at each of them as he says their name.
"Mayhaps coward was a bit harsh, I didn't expect him to size up to a dragon, no. He should be out of that office now though, and showing his people that he cares. Hopefully the news of Adabra's return is enough to entice him from his office." He states, more curtly than intended.
"I'll try again to speak with him, he tasked my friends and I with another job, I fear the urgency of it may be higher now. Please, if you both have no pressing business, I could use any help whilst my companions aid the town and catch up with us." Haughlin adds, smiling at the two women kindly.