In the city of Neverwinter, a dwarf named Gundren Rockseeker asked you to bring a wagonload of provisions to the rough-and-tumble settlement of Phandalin, a couple of days’ travel southeast of the city. Gundren was clearly excited and more than a little secretive about his reasons for the trip, saying only that he and his brothers had found “something big,” and that he’d pay you ten gold pieces each for escorting his supplies safely to Barthen’s Provisions, a trading post in Phandalin. He then set out ahead of you on horse, along with a warrior escort named Sildar Hallwinter, claiming he needed to arrive early to “take care of business.”
You’ve spent the last few days following the High Road south from Neverwinter, and you’ve just recently veered east along the Triboar Trail. You’ve encountered no trouble so far, but this territory can be dangerous. Bandits and outlaws have been known to lurk along the trail.
(Can everyone tell me how they know Gundren Rockseeker please.) (The adventurers will start off near the entrance of Neverwinter, with the wagon of supplies. They haven't met each other yet.)
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Five percent of the people think; ten percent of the people think they think; and the other eighty-five percent would rather die than think.
An intelligent man believes only half of what he hears, a wise man knows which half. (Even Esar)
Don't wait for the perfect moment to strike, strike in the current moment and make it perfect. (William Yeats)
STATUS: Personal Problems, will not be active for a few days.
(Eraminus had met Gundren Rockseer while on campaign, as he was one of the main merchants that the military had turned to for provisions and other equipment.)
Eraminus stood near the wagon, his hand resting upon the pommel of his greatsword. He had been issued the weapon after enlisting and had earned the right to keep it with the blood of his enemies and that of his comrades. He felt anxious to get moving as he had never been one for sitting for long periods unless behind a palisade. He glanced around at his companions, curious to who they are and what brought them here.
(The cautionary tale of Flint’s clan having to abandon their home had traveled among the dwarves on the main land. Some kind souls took it upon themselves to reach out with aid to the new refugees. Gundren was one of these. He offered Flint some gold to start his new life in Neverwinter. Flint asked Gundren for a job instead.)
As Flint walks up to the wagon, he sees Eraminus’ figure and assess him with a long look. Flint focuses on Eraminus’ greatsword and gives a nod of approval.
“Well, ye look like ye can take care of ye’self. I’m Flint Stormforged. It’s a pleasure.”
Eraminus glances towards the dwarf, giving him a quick once over before shaking his hand. He parted his lips and spoke, "Well met Flint Stormforged, my name is Eraminus. What brings you away from your homeland?"
At the mention of his homeland Flint’s broad smile fades a little. Although middle-aged for a dwarf, his deep crows feet, weathered skin and white beard make him seem even older. He has the look of someone who has endured a hard life.
“Aye, I am far from home. I hail from the north, originally. The far north. We had a spot of bad luck, about 45 years of bad luck, actually.”
Flint seems to lose himself momentarily in memory. But, he snaps back quickly. With an even broader smile he addresses Eraminus again.
“So, now I am here, seeing the continent for the first time. And ye, lad? Seems to me there might be a story behind a sword like that and the one that swings her.”
(Although Alvara needed no other motivation to come out to see the discovery of "something big", Alvara owes Gundren a favour and escorting a supply cart seems like a suitable form of repayment. The last time Alvara was in Neverwinter, Gundren helped her to get out of an altercation at a bar.)
From the other side of the wagon, Alvara's head pokes up at the sound of voices. "Flint, Eraminus, nice to meetcha both! I'm Alvara," she says cheerily, waving in greeting.
She returns her attention to the wagon, intently examining the covering in an effort to discern the contents. "I wonder what Gundren and the boys found... Something big... something BIG... Say... whaddya think the chances are that there's something magical and amazing in this wagon?"
(Side question: Do wizards that have Find Familiar already have a familiar on them at the start or do they need to cast the spell for the familiar to appear?)
Eraminus nods and pats the hilt of the greatsword, "I earned it in a campaign not too long ago, part of the payment the retainer gave me in part for saving his son's life." Eraminus glances over at Alvara. He studies her for a brief moment before speaking and answers, "Doubtful, I believe it is most likely supplies for the trading post."
Alvara considers Eraminus' statement for a moment and nods reluctantly."I s'pose an arcane artifact would be too much to ask for from a supply cart..."
She makes two more circles around the wagon, before sighing in resignation and walking to stand beside Eraminus and Flint.
(It depends really, if you want to start off with a familiar , go ahead.:))
A man dressed in chain main approaches: "All right, yer all set. It should only take ye a tenday er two to git to Phandalin. Best git 'fore the sun goes down."
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Five percent of the people think; ten percent of the people think they think; and the other eighty-five percent would rather die than think.
An intelligent man believes only half of what he hears, a wise man knows which half. (Even Esar)
Don't wait for the perfect moment to strike, strike in the current moment and make it perfect. (William Yeats)
STATUS: Personal Problems, will not be active for a few days.
Eraminus, "Anyone in particular prefer to ride in the wagon?" He had no particular care for riding in the wagon as he had been use to long marches on foot. Wagon rides also could be rough depending on the condition of the road.
Holding a short leg out and pointing at it, Flint says “I spose, I shouldn’t slow ye down.” With some effort and lots of jangling from his chain mail, he hoists himself into the wagon.
Out of Character (OOC): Is this wagon hauled by animals that need to be driven?
(Alaric is never very keen on spending a long time in the same place -- especially Neverwinter, where his family live -- and when he heard Gundren was taking a caravan to Phandalin -- a town he had never visited -- he took the opportunity; he continues to look for the Elf named Elranien. The money was also a factor.)
Arriving late, Alaric jogs to the group and nods to Gundren, "Apologies, good sir. I had some last-minute matters to attend to."
He glances around the group, nodding and smiling. "Please, don't let me interrupt..."
Eraminus glances at the rogue, "Almost missed us, I hope your business was worth it." Eraminus began to walk, keeping to the left side of the wagon, keeping almost in line with Flint.
You’ve spent the last few days following the High Road south from Neverwinter, and you’ve just recently veered east along the Triboar Trail. You’ve encountered no trouble so far, but this territory can be dangerous. Bandits and outlaws have been known to lurk along the trail.
(And a few more.)
You’ve been on the Triboar Trail for about half a day. As you come around a bend, you spot two dead horses sprawled about fifty feet ahead of you, blocking the path. Each has several black-feathered arrows sticking out of it. The woods press close to the trail here, with a steep embankment and dense thickets on either side.
(Can everybody tell me where they are in regards to the wagon.)
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Five percent of the people think; ten percent of the people think they think; and the other eighty-five percent would rather die than think.
An intelligent man believes only half of what he hears, a wise man knows which half. (Even Esar)
Don't wait for the perfect moment to strike, strike in the current moment and make it perfect. (William Yeats)
STATUS: Personal Problems, will not be active for a few days.
Alaric grins at Eraminus, a speaks quietly, "A gentleman never tells."
He then moves to the opposite side of the wagon, and as he goes he runs his eyes over the wagon contents, assessing what they might be. If it is covered, he makes much of tightening one of the straps while trying to see what is under the covers.
He then aligns himself roughly with Eraminus, and says for all to hear "My name is Alaric, with whom do I have the pleasure of travelling on this fine day?"
Alaric would be behind or beside either eraminus or Flint, probably near the front of the wagon, especially when they sighted the dead horses. He would immediately glance around the area, especially at the embankments above.
(Can everyone tell me how they know Gundren Rockseeker please.) (The adventurers will start off near the entrance of Neverwinter, with the wagon of supplies. They haven't met each other yet.)
Five percent of the people think; ten percent of the people think they think; and the other eighty-five percent would rather die than think.
An intelligent man believes only half of what he hears, a wise man knows which half. (Even Esar)
Don't wait for the perfect moment to strike, strike in the current moment and make it perfect. (William Yeats)
STATUS: Personal Problems, will not be active for a few days.
Extended Signature
(Eraminus had met Gundren Rockseer while on campaign, as he was one of the main merchants that the military had turned to for provisions and other equipment.)
Eraminus stood near the wagon, his hand resting upon the pommel of his greatsword. He had been issued the weapon after enlisting and had earned the right to keep it with the blood of his enemies and that of his comrades. He felt anxious to get moving as he had never been one for sitting for long periods unless behind a palisade. He glanced around at his companions, curious to who they are and what brought them here.
(The cautionary tale of Flint’s clan having to abandon their home had traveled among the dwarves on the main land. Some kind souls took it upon themselves to reach out with aid to the new refugees. Gundren was one of these. He offered Flint some gold to start his new life in Neverwinter. Flint asked Gundren for a job instead.)
As Flint walks up to the wagon, he sees Eraminus’ figure and assess him with a long look. Flint focuses on Eraminus’ greatsword and gives a nod of approval.
“Well, ye look like ye can take care of ye’self. I’m Flint Stormforged. It’s a pleasure.”
Flint sticks out his hand to Eraminus.
Eraminus glances towards the dwarf, giving him a quick once over before shaking his hand. He parted his lips and spoke, "Well met Flint Stormforged, my name is Eraminus. What brings you away from your homeland?"
At the mention of his homeland Flint’s broad smile fades a little. Although middle-aged for a dwarf, his deep crows feet, weathered skin and white beard make him seem even older. He has the look of someone who has endured a hard life.
“Aye, I am far from home. I hail from the north, originally. The far north. We had a spot of bad luck, about 45 years of bad luck, actually.”
Flint seems to lose himself momentarily in memory. But, he snaps back quickly. With an even broader smile he addresses Eraminus again.
“So, now I am here, seeing the continent for the first time. And ye, lad? Seems to me there might be a story behind a sword like that and the one that swings her.”
(Although Alvara needed no other motivation to come out to see the discovery of "something big", Alvara owes Gundren a favour and escorting a supply cart seems like a suitable form of repayment. The last time Alvara was in Neverwinter, Gundren helped her to get out of an altercation at a bar.)
From the other side of the wagon, Alvara's head pokes up at the sound of voices. "Flint, Eraminus, nice to meetcha both! I'm Alvara," she says cheerily, waving in greeting.
She returns her attention to the wagon, intently examining the covering in an effort to discern the contents. "I wonder what Gundren and the boys found... Something big... something BIG... Say... whaddya think the chances are that there's something magical and amazing in this wagon?"
(Side question: Do wizards that have Find Familiar already have a familiar on them at the start or do they need to cast the spell for the familiar to appear?)
Eraminus nods and pats the hilt of the greatsword, "I earned it in a campaign not too long ago, part of the payment the retainer gave me in part for saving his son's life." Eraminus glances over at Alvara. He studies her for a brief moment before speaking and answers, "Doubtful, I believe it is most likely supplies for the trading post."
Alvara considers Eraminus' statement for a moment and nods reluctantly. "I s'pose an arcane artifact would be too much to ask for from a supply cart..."
She makes two more circles around the wagon, before sighing in resignation and walking to stand beside Eraminus and Flint.
(It depends really, if you want to start off with a familiar , go ahead.:))
A man dressed in chain main approaches: "All right, yer all set. It should only take ye a tenday er two to git to Phandalin. Best git 'fore the sun goes down."
Five percent of the people think; ten percent of the people think they think; and the other eighty-five percent would rather die than think.
An intelligent man believes only half of what he hears, a wise man knows which half. (Even Esar)
Don't wait for the perfect moment to strike, strike in the current moment and make it perfect. (William Yeats)
STATUS: Personal Problems, will not be active for a few days.
Extended Signature
Eraminus, "Anyone in particular prefer to ride in the wagon?" He had no particular care for riding in the wagon as he had been use to long marches on foot. Wagon rides also could be rough depending on the condition of the road.
Holding a short leg out and pointing at it, Flint says “I spose, I shouldn’t slow ye down.” With some effort and lots of jangling from his chain mail, he hoists himself into the wagon.
Out of Character (OOC): Is this wagon hauled by animals that need to be driven?
(Two horses, but they are well trained and behave accordingly.)
Five percent of the people think; ten percent of the people think they think; and the other eighty-five percent would rather die than think.
An intelligent man believes only half of what he hears, a wise man knows which half. (Even Esar)
Don't wait for the perfect moment to strike, strike in the current moment and make it perfect. (William Yeats)
STATUS: Personal Problems, will not be active for a few days.
Extended Signature
(Alaric is never very keen on spending a long time in the same place -- especially Neverwinter, where his family live -- and when he heard Gundren was taking a caravan to Phandalin -- a town he had never visited -- he took the opportunity; he continues to look for the Elf named Elranien. The money was also a factor.)
Arriving late, Alaric jogs to the group and nods to Gundren, "Apologies, good sir. I had some last-minute matters to attend to."
He glances around the group, nodding and smiling. "Please, don't let me interrupt..."
(Gundren left a week before. A guard approached you, not Gundren :))
Five percent of the people think; ten percent of the people think they think; and the other eighty-five percent would rather die than think.
An intelligent man believes only half of what he hears, a wise man knows which half. (Even Esar)
Don't wait for the perfect moment to strike, strike in the current moment and make it perfect. (William Yeats)
STATUS: Personal Problems, will not be active for a few days.
Extended Signature
Eraminus glances at the rogue, "Almost missed us, I hope your business was worth it." Eraminus began to walk, keeping to the left side of the wagon, keeping almost in line with Flint.
(Fast forward a few days on the road.)
You’ve spent the last few days following the High Road south from Neverwinter, and you’ve just recently veered east along the Triboar Trail. You’ve encountered no trouble so far, but this territory can be dangerous. Bandits and outlaws have been known to lurk along the trail.
(And a few more.)
You’ve been on the Triboar Trail for about half a day. As you come around a bend, you spot two dead horses sprawled about fifty feet ahead of you, blocking the path. Each has several black-feathered arrows sticking out of it. The woods press close to the trail here, with a steep embankment and dense thickets on either side.
(Can everybody tell me where they are in regards to the wagon.)
Five percent of the people think; ten percent of the people think they think; and the other eighty-five percent would rather die than think.
An intelligent man believes only half of what he hears, a wise man knows which half. (Even Esar)
Don't wait for the perfect moment to strike, strike in the current moment and make it perfect. (William Yeats)
STATUS: Personal Problems, will not be active for a few days.
Extended Signature
Alaric grins at Eraminus, a speaks quietly, "A gentleman never tells."
He then moves to the opposite side of the wagon, and as he goes he runs his eyes over the wagon contents, assessing what they might be. If it is covered, he makes much of tightening one of the straps while trying to see what is under the covers.
He then aligns himself roughly with Eraminus, and says for all to hear "My name is Alaric, with whom do I have the pleasure of travelling on this fine day?"
Barrels marked with food labels, and several open boxes of pickaxes/shovels take up most of the cargo.
Five percent of the people think; ten percent of the people think they think; and the other eighty-five percent would rather die than think.
An intelligent man believes only half of what he hears, a wise man knows which half. (Even Esar)
Don't wait for the perfect moment to strike, strike in the current moment and make it perfect. (William Yeats)
STATUS: Personal Problems, will not be active for a few days.
Extended Signature
Alaric would be behind or beside either eraminus or Flint, probably near the front of the wagon, especially when they sighted the dead horses. He would immediately glance around the area, especially at the embankments above.
(Eraminus is on the left front side of the wagon)
Eraminus draws his greatsword, glancing around and looking for cover, "Just what we needed, an ambush." He says in a hushed down