Your party was seated at a pockmarked table minding their own business in the Landlocked Lady tavern, one of the establishments of Shadycreek Run owned by the Mardoons, when the young half- elven guard approached. Everyone in town knew you ran with Mathieu Mardoon the black sheep of the Mardoon clan. A good man to most or at least not like any of his notorious kin. The half- elf introduces himself as Keelyn. He was just hired on to protect the swamp forest of Shadycreek Run and can't help but feel obliged to help it's lesser citizens. Keelyn explains that the city has been experiencing a string of disappearances.
“Kids nobody cared about, but what did good work for the families if they wanted some coin, just gone! Vanished into thin air. And two nights ago, one of the Mardoon kids went missing as well. Young Ahsira didn’t come back when her guardian called for her.
Odder still, the hunters have been noticing trails of grease leading from town into that accursed forest, the Savalirwood. Something rotten’s afoot.”
The young half- elf explains worrying his forehead having lifted up his helmet.
Your party knows of Ahsira she is the younger sister of Mathieu!
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Gildar was halfway through eating a plate of breakfast consisting simply of eggs, and whatever meats could be thrown together, and washing it down with a full mug of ale, in typical dwarvish fashion - If not for the perpetual grimace he wore as his kind were known for. He had learned to loosen up a little in his time on the surface, but old habits died hard. Wearing Ashen colored chainmail, that seemed to create thick wisps of smoke to ever cloud his appearance and shield his eyes from unwanted light as much as possible. His chain-skirt was the typical, if worn-from-use grey. Black armored boots. His skin was ashen, like someone who had been horribly burnt yet as smooth as a dwarfs normally was. His head was bald, and ashen, much like the rest of him and his attire. The only hair coming where one would expect it to be - his face.
An Onyx beard that looked like it not only had never seen a comb in it's life, but also didn't know what a comb even was. He was a gray Dwarf, more commonly known as Duergar. They were similar to dwarves in every way, except they admired toil instead of beauty, Order instead of cheer and mirth. On his hip was a Silver Warhammer, or at-least it was made to look silvered, aside from that it was plain as day. Meant to 'serve its purpose' and nothing else. On the table near his plate, lay his Shield, as plain as plain could be - But black to atleast be Uniform with the rest of his attire. Overall, you could call Gildar rather Boring, atleast if you didn't know him.
He was halfway through swallowing the last of his ale when the Half-Breed guard approached, causing him to put his mug down and look sidelong to him as he spoke, intent on finishing his food as he listened to him spin a tale of missing, but useful kids. Up to this point Gildar didn't really care much, until the mention of "Ahsira" at that point he perked up and payed more attention to what was being said... Well why the bloody hell did ya wait so long to tell us Ahsira was missing? The other children aside. Had ya led on with that, I would have paid more attention to ya! So is that all ya know? Just some oil or grease trails leading into the woods? Has anyone bothered to check where these trails go? Out with it boy! And how much are gonna make for saving the other kids if we were to do something about it? it was clear that Ahsira was Gildars only real concern, likely due to the connection with Matt, and the rest of the kids, were less so, unless profit were to be had.
Malbor was happily ripping into a large haunch of meat with his bare hands, not caring about the looks or muttering of others that found his actions uncouth. Despite having been with the group for a while he has done little to acclimate to the more civilized world other then speaking without the grunts and growls his tribe had added into their speech. His appearance fit with this as well as he has long hair that springs wildly around his head accept for a braid that had some significance to his people. While his face appeared human like he had slightly pointed ears and dark colored eyes, his facial hair looking much the same as the hair that topped his head.
His clothes are those of his people as well, made from the animals they hunt. His shirt being made from the hide of a wolf with the head of the animal serving as a hood and the tail serving as a sash or belt. His pants where hide with a pair of leather and fur boots. On his neck and wrists he has hunting trophies that are made of fangs.
As he hears the new of the girl being kidnapped he paused and sets his meat on his plate, a growl escaping him before he grips the table and slowly calms himself. "When did this happen! I will knock the fools that let her go off by herself upside the head... No I will beat them within an inch of their worthless lives!"
Valar lets out a yawn before going back into his breakfast. While he is not a elegant eater, he does know the use of utensils for meals. His clothes were once long ago would be considered fine but have lost of their luster over the years but remain in good conditions. He wears several bandanna over his black hair from which several trinkets from his travels hang from.
He is very attentive to the staff and happening of the tavern and is quick to notice the guard approaching. After listening to what Keelyn has to say, Valar leans back with his eyes closed and thinks for a moment, "That is troubling news for sure. A tales of venturing into the dark and dangerous swamps to rescue the children held prisoners by some great evil is one to be told while being given some drinks. Also I guess we owe Mathieu enough to look out for his sister,"
Kirin - Level 15 High Elf Wizard (Evocation) - Zorg's Lost Souls - Overchannel Steel Wind Strike for the Win against Demogorgon Silas - Level 11 Human Cleric (War Domain) - Tomb of Annihilation Done
The blond 5ft 9 half elf with a scanty gouty looks mostly like a well built human accept the point of his ears sticking out of his long blond hair sits at the table dressed in chain mail a brown leather cloak drapes the back of the seat his hand crossbow with a glowing ruby lays where the food was, ready for action. Already eaten His mind in a book, Talos looks up around at the collection of odd folks he has as friends upon hearing Keelyns statements
"I guess we should investigate. Tell me Keenlyn, would you be a good man and take us to one of the places where the most recent disappearance occured. We have some good trackers here".
"I'm only involved now to help the kids who've gone missing before. The Mardoons sent out other guards for Ahsira but I'm here representing the others. I've been at my post since dawn but got approached when people saw your party filter in. The other Mardoon guards just left with torches to find the Mardoon girl," he adds pointing at the door over his shoulder. "I was hoping you could help the others," he says holding up a bag of coin. "Ruins have treasure of their own too," he explains. "As for the grease trails they just seem the most out of place at the forests edge. I can not go with you but I can show you where the others went into the forest," Keelyn finishes.
"Hmm..." Saralyssa says, looking up from her book at the jingle of coin. "What is all this about kids going missing?" She glances around, having been too intent on the tome she was reading. She kneels on a chair way too-big for her small frame, her red hair tied back in a braid down her back. The gnome has emerald eyes and green flecks in her coppery skin. She wears a tunic, belted at the waist, with a spell pouch at one hip and a dagger at the other.
"Grease trails?" She asks with a frown. "Someone best fill me in, I missed most of that..." as she hears about the group already out after their old friend's sister, she sits up a bit more. "Well, I'd say finding these other kids should help out with finding them all." She glances to the others. "Anyone wish to gainsay going, or should we head out?"
No sooner than Saralyssa finishes her question when a shouting match is heard outside. Henreid walks into the Landlocked Lady's door shouting over his shoulder, "Yeah? Well... You're a bad... Stablemaster!"
He turns to look inside and sees the party, his angry expression instantly replaced by a cheesy grin. Henreid makes a half-hearted effort to groom his disheveled wolf-grey hair from the twigs, leaves, and mud in it while he's speaking. "Friends! Sorry I'm late, they STILL won't let me stable Lycosa. Fear of spiders, pffft! Fear of companions, I say!"
Quickly looking at the party but not acknowledging the guard, he wipes his palms on his traveler's tunic in a vain attempt to remove more dust and animal hair of several varieties. "So, what'd I miss?"
"This guard on behalf of family of some missing kids, want use to make the missing kids not so much missing anymore. I believe he got coin to pay us. Mathieu's sister missing as well but you know how the Mardoon clan is, already for people looking for that one kid," Valar recaps for Saralyssa, "You think Lycosa is ready to venture into the swamp?"
Kirin - Level 15 High Elf Wizard (Evocation) - Zorg's Lost Souls - Overchannel Steel Wind Strike for the Win against Demogorgon Silas - Level 11 Human Cleric (War Domain) - Tomb of Annihilation Done
Malbor still looks ready to rip someone apart, his hair standing up like an angered hound. His hands grip the table but switch to the handle of his Warhammer when he starts to crack the wooden surface. If anyone didn't know him they would think he was about to enter into a rage.
"I care for those other children but their tri..family should have looked after the whelps better. As for Ahsira we should look for her... Matt was a damn fool for dying the way he did but he was one of us so asyou have said we owe it to him to look for her."
Gildar let out a heavy sigh at everything that was going on. Sarlyssa had been late to the fun, the guard comes in expecting the group to care more about some random villagers than the daughter of a personal friend.. Though he had jimmied up some money to offer... And it seemed the group was split on what to do. Half the group wanted to save the daughter mroe than the others, but the other half seemed to be fine so long as there was pay.
Allright folks. Seems we have a quandry here. We all want to save our friends girl, and we want to make a profit too. So how about we kill two birds with one stone and try to save everyone? Then no one can complain, and who knows, perhaps we'll find out more that way? I'm not our leader, but here's my suggestion... he says, pausing, trying to catch everyone's attention... Regardless of whether they began to listen or not, he'd start addressing them all anyway.
We got a good mix of frontline and backline. And I am pretty sure Henreid can cast a heal or two. So me, Sarlyssa, and our valorous bard go to save the other kids. While Henreid, and the two fighter-types go after our mutual friends girl eh? My group will have a bit more stopping power and healing, while you two are rather tough, and can take a few blows, while our ranger friend supports you with arrows and healing. I feel tis a good balance no? And the more ground we cover the mroe likely we are to find atleast one.
All in favor, say aye. All opposed, say nay. Fair enough? he says, panning around the group with his suggestion. Cause whatever we do, we need to do it fast.
Kirin - Level 15 High Elf Wizard (Evocation) - Zorg's Lost Souls - Overchannel Steel Wind Strike for the Win against Demogorgon Silas - Level 11 Human Cleric (War Domain) - Tomb of Annihilation Done
"isn't that what I just said?" Saralyssa says to Gildar. "If we go after these other kids, they are likely to either know where Mat's sister is, or have some clue to get us closer to finding her. Seems like the best we could do for our old friend, since it seems foolish to put all of our eggs in one basket and all go strickley after his sister..." She glances to the others. "In other words, yes I think we can save them all, and the best way is to stop sitting here gabbing about it and to get moving. Right now our only lead is these grease trails, so let's go and check them out." You would all be use to Saralyssa's less-than-patient nature as she hops down from the chair and stores her book in her pack.
"Personally, I think your right but, most-likely the child is held captive with the others awaiting some ritual. But I do suggest we stay together. And Not separate, more eyes and better protection I say."
He stands and a white snowy owl flies down from the rafters and lands on his shoulder as he gathers his things
"Henreid, one of these days I'll learn how to clean that mess you make magically."
Saralyssa huffs in inpatience and casts Prestidigitation on Henreid, cleaning him.
"There, can we go already?" She moves towards the door, another owl hooting from the top of the roof and taking off as Saralyssa gives it a glance. "Striker will help scout as we go." She explains.
Malbor continues to grip the handle of his weapon tightly, looking to the others as he slowly stands. It seems the shifter is ready to go as well, his own patience running thin. "We should stay together. If one of you squishy magic makers get hit then it will end with us having to bury someone else. We already had a hard enough time getting them to bury Matt. I doubt we have the money for a grave and I doubt even more we will be able to make Matt's family pay for a grave for a stranger..."
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"I didn't try to touch the grease. It was repulsive," Keelyn replies to Valar. Moving towards the door the half-elf again offers up the coin. "Do we have a deal," Keelyn asks curiously.
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"It's ten gold pieces. Each missing child's family chipped in and some other townsfolk. They're farmers and merchants not warriors. They didn't go after them because they have no skill or means to fight," Keelyn explains with a worried look. "Mathieu was kind to people I would expect is former companions to at least take the job without such reservation to help others," the half-elf explains looking slightly put off by the party's reluctance.
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Henreid was taking stock of his surroundings when he hears Talos say his name. He looks sheepishly down at his filthy clothing. Before he can reply, Saralyssa's spell cleans the better part of his attire. Smiling proudly as if he accomplished something, Henreid nods and smiles at Saralyssa and follows her outside.
Henreid greets Milo and Striker each with an owl call and a smile, then makes a series of quick clicking noises as he calls Lycosa. Henreid has already mounted her before he realizes Talos & Marbor are still inside.
He yells casually back through the open door, "I must've missed the answer, are we separating or sticking together?"
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Your party was seated at a pockmarked table minding their own business in the Landlocked Lady tavern, one of the establishments of Shadycreek Run owned by the Mardoons, when the young half- elven guard approached. Everyone in town knew you ran with Mathieu Mardoon the black sheep of the Mardoon clan. A good man to most or at least not like any of his notorious kin. The half- elf introduces himself as Keelyn. He was just hired on to protect the swamp forest of Shadycreek Run and can't help but feel obliged to help it's lesser citizens. Keelyn explains that the city has been experiencing a string of disappearances.
“Kids nobody cared about, but what did good work for the families if they wanted some coin, just gone! Vanished into thin air. And two nights ago, one of the Mardoon kids went missing as well. Young Ahsira didn’t come back when her guardian called for her.
Odder still, the hunters have been noticing trails of grease leading from town into that accursed forest, the Savalirwood. Something rotten’s afoot.”
The young half- elf explains worrying his forehead having lifted up his helmet.
Your party knows of Ahsira she is the younger sister of Mathieu!
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Gildar was halfway through eating a plate of breakfast consisting simply of eggs, and whatever meats could be thrown together, and washing it down with a full mug of ale, in typical dwarvish fashion - If not for the perpetual grimace he wore as his kind were known for. He had learned to loosen up a little in his time on the surface, but old habits died hard. Wearing Ashen colored chainmail, that seemed to create thick wisps of smoke to ever cloud his appearance and shield his eyes from unwanted light as much as possible. His chain-skirt was the typical, if worn-from-use grey. Black armored boots. His skin was ashen, like someone who had been horribly burnt yet as smooth as a dwarfs normally was. His head was bald, and ashen, much like the rest of him and his attire. The only hair coming where one would expect it to be - his face.
An Onyx beard that looked like it not only had never seen a comb in it's life, but also didn't know what a comb even was. He was a gray Dwarf, more commonly known as Duergar. They were similar to dwarves in every way, except they admired toil instead of beauty, Order instead of cheer and mirth. On his hip was a Silver Warhammer, or at-least it was made to look silvered, aside from that it was plain as day. Meant to 'serve its purpose' and nothing else. On the table near his plate, lay his Shield, as plain as plain could be - But black to atleast be Uniform with the rest of his attire. Overall, you could call Gildar rather Boring, atleast if you didn't know him.
He was halfway through swallowing the last of his ale when the Half-Breed guard approached, causing him to put his mug down and look sidelong to him as he spoke, intent on finishing his food as he listened to him spin a tale of missing, but useful kids. Up to this point Gildar didn't really care much, until the mention of "Ahsira" at that point he perked up and payed more attention to what was being said... Well why the bloody hell did ya wait so long to tell us Ahsira was missing? The other children aside. Had ya led on with that, I would have paid more attention to ya! So is that all ya know? Just some oil or grease trails leading into the woods? Has anyone bothered to check where these trails go? Out with it boy! And how much are gonna make for saving the other kids if we were to do something about it? it was clear that Ahsira was Gildars only real concern, likely due to the connection with Matt, and the rest of the kids, were less so, unless profit were to be had.
Occassional Dungeon Master.
Malbor was happily ripping into a large haunch of meat with his bare hands, not caring about the looks or muttering of others that found his actions uncouth. Despite having been with the group for a while he has done little to acclimate to the more civilized world other then speaking without the grunts and growls his tribe had added into their speech. His appearance fit with this as well as he has long hair that springs wildly around his head accept for a braid that had some significance to his people. While his face appeared human like he had slightly pointed ears and dark colored eyes, his facial hair looking much the same as the hair that topped his head.
His clothes are those of his people as well, made from the animals they hunt. His shirt being made from the hide of a wolf with the head of the animal serving as a hood and the tail serving as a sash or belt. His pants where hide with a pair of leather and fur boots. On his neck and wrists he has hunting trophies that are made of fangs.
As he hears the new of the girl being kidnapped he paused and sets his meat on his plate, a growl escaping him before he grips the table and slowly calms himself. "When did this happen! I will knock the fools that let her go off by herself upside the head... No I will beat them within an inch of their worthless lives!"
Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Kayassa Level 3 | Satyr | Warlock (Cleath13's LMoP)
Bertolt Silentlash Level 3 | Variant Human | Bard (Our Little Lives Kept in Equipoise: Death House)
Daerthe Narcion Level 4 | Drow | Rogue (Karmoli's Great Upheaval)
Valar lets out a yawn before going back into his breakfast. While he is not a elegant eater, he does know the use of utensils for meals. His clothes were once long ago would be considered fine but have lost of their luster over the years but remain in good conditions. He wears several bandanna over his black hair from which several trinkets from his travels hang from.
He is very attentive to the staff and happening of the tavern and is quick to notice the guard approaching. After listening to what Keelyn has to say, Valar leans back with his eyes closed and thinks for a moment, "That is troubling news for sure. A tales of venturing into the dark and dangerous swamps to rescue the children held prisoners by some great evil is one to be told while being given some drinks. Also I guess we owe Mathieu enough to look out for his sister,"
Kirin - Level 15 High Elf Wizard (Evocation) - Zorg's Lost Souls- Overchannel Steel Wind Strike for the Win against DemogorgonSilas - Level 11 Human Cleric (War Domain) - Tomb of AnnihilationDoneThe blond 5ft 9 half elf with a scanty gouty looks mostly like a well built human accept the point of his ears sticking out of his long blond hair sits at the table dressed in chain mail a brown leather cloak drapes the back of the seat his hand crossbow with a glowing ruby lays where the food was, ready for action. Already eaten His mind in a book, Talos looks up around at the collection of odd folks he has as friends upon hearing Keelyns statements
"I guess we should investigate. Tell me Keenlyn, would you be a good man and take us to one of the places where the most recent disappearance occured. We have some good trackers here".
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Reminder for myself. Work together or fail apart. Talk with each other when necessary. Describe how, where, if, your character moved.
The sign on the trail ahead reads "DONT FEED THE DRAGON!" "Working Together" Follow this link please
"I'm only involved now to help the kids who've gone missing before. The Mardoons sent out other guards for Ahsira but I'm here representing the others. I've been at my post since dawn but got approached when people saw your party filter in. The other Mardoon guards just left with torches to find the Mardoon girl," he adds pointing at the door over his shoulder. "I was hoping you could help the others," he says holding up a bag of coin. "Ruins have treasure of their own too," he explains. "As for the grease trails they just seem the most out of place at the forests edge. I can not go with you but I can show you where the others went into the forest," Keelyn finishes.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
"Hmm..." Saralyssa says, looking up from her book at the jingle of coin. "What is all this about kids going missing?" She glances around, having been too intent on the tome she was reading. She kneels on a chair way too-big for her small frame, her red hair tied back in a braid down her back. The gnome has emerald eyes and green flecks in her coppery skin. She wears a tunic, belted at the waist, with a spell pouch at one hip and a dagger at the other.
"Grease trails?" She asks with a frown. "Someone best fill me in, I missed most of that..." as she hears about the group already out after their old friend's sister, she sits up a bit more. "Well, I'd say finding these other kids should help out with finding them all." She glances to the others. "Anyone wish to gainsay going, or should we head out?"
No sooner than Saralyssa finishes her question when a shouting match is heard outside. Henreid walks into the Landlocked Lady's door shouting over his shoulder, "Yeah? Well... You're a bad... Stablemaster!"
He turns to look inside and sees the party, his angry expression instantly replaced by a cheesy grin. Henreid makes a half-hearted effort to groom his disheveled wolf-grey hair from the twigs, leaves, and mud in it while he's speaking. "Friends! Sorry I'm late, they STILL won't let me stable Lycosa. Fear of spiders, pffft! Fear of companions, I say!"
Quickly looking at the party but not acknowledging the guard, he wipes his palms on his traveler's tunic in a vain attempt to remove more dust and animal hair of several varieties. "So, what'd I miss?"
"This guard on behalf of family of some missing kids, want use to make the missing kids not so much missing anymore. I believe he got coin to pay us. Mathieu's sister missing as well but you know how the Mardoon clan is, already for people looking for that one kid," Valar recaps for Saralyssa, "You think Lycosa is ready to venture into the swamp?"
Kirin - Level 15 High Elf Wizard (Evocation) - Zorg's Lost Souls- Overchannel Steel Wind Strike for the Win against DemogorgonSilas - Level 11 Human Cleric (War Domain) - Tomb of AnnihilationDoneMalbor still looks ready to rip someone apart, his hair standing up like an angered hound. His hands grip the table but switch to the handle of his Warhammer when he starts to crack the wooden surface. If anyone didn't know him they would think he was about to enter into a rage.
"I care for those other children but their tri..family should have looked after the whelps better. As for Ahsira we should look for her... Matt was a damn fool for dying the way he did but he was one of us so asyou have said we owe it to him to look for her."
Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Kayassa Level 3 | Satyr | Warlock (Cleath13's LMoP)
Bertolt Silentlash Level 3 | Variant Human | Bard (Our Little Lives Kept in Equipoise: Death House)
Daerthe Narcion Level 4 | Drow | Rogue (Karmoli's Great Upheaval)
Gildar let out a heavy sigh at everything that was going on. Sarlyssa had been late to the fun, the guard comes in expecting the group to care more about some random villagers than the daughter of a personal friend.. Though he had jimmied up some money to offer... And it seemed the group was split on what to do. Half the group wanted to save the daughter mroe than the others, but the other half seemed to be fine so long as there was pay.
Allright folks. Seems we have a quandry here. We all want to save our friends girl, and we want to make a profit too. So how about we kill two birds with one stone and try to save everyone? Then no one can complain, and who knows, perhaps we'll find out more that way? I'm not our leader, but here's my suggestion... he says, pausing, trying to catch everyone's attention... Regardless of whether they began to listen or not, he'd start addressing them all anyway.
We got a good mix of frontline and backline. And I am pretty sure Henreid can cast a heal or two. So me, Sarlyssa, and our valorous bard go to save the other kids. While Henreid, and the two fighter-types go after our mutual friends girl eh? My group will have a bit more stopping power and healing, while you two are rather tough, and can take a few blows, while our ranger friend supports you with arrows and healing. I feel tis a good balance no? And the more ground we cover the mroe likely we are to find atleast one.
All in favor, say aye. All opposed, say nay. Fair enough? he says, panning around the group with his suggestion. Cause whatever we do, we need to do it fast.
Occassional Dungeon Master.
Turning to the guard, "This grease, does it burn by any chance?"
Kirin - Level 15 High Elf Wizard (Evocation) - Zorg's Lost Souls- Overchannel Steel Wind Strike for the Win against DemogorgonSilas - Level 11 Human Cleric (War Domain) - Tomb of AnnihilationDone"isn't that what I just said?" Saralyssa says to Gildar. "If we go after these other kids, they are likely to either know where Mat's sister is, or have some clue to get us closer to finding her. Seems like the best we could do for our old friend, since it seems foolish to put all of our eggs in one basket and all go strickley after his sister..." She glances to the others. "In other words, yes I think we can save them all, and the best way is to stop sitting here gabbing about it and to get moving. Right now our only lead is these grease trails, so let's go and check them out." You would all be use to Saralyssa's less-than-patient nature as she hops down from the chair and stores her book in her pack.
"Personally, I think your right but, most-likely the child is held captive with the others awaiting some ritual. But I do suggest we stay together. And Not separate, more eyes and better protection I say."
He stands and a white snowy owl flies down from the rafters and lands on his shoulder as he gathers his things
"Henreid, one of these days I'll learn how to clean that mess you make magically."
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Reminder for myself. Work together or fail apart. Talk with each other when necessary. Describe how, where, if, your character moved.
The sign on the trail ahead reads "DONT FEED THE DRAGON!" "Working Together" Follow this link please
Saralyssa huffs in inpatience and casts Prestidigitation on Henreid, cleaning him.
"There, can we go already?" She moves towards the door, another owl hooting from the top of the roof and taking off as Saralyssa gives it a glance. "Striker will help scout as we go." She explains.
Malbor continues to grip the handle of his weapon tightly, looking to the others as he slowly stands. It seems the shifter is ready to go as well, his own patience running thin. "We should stay together. If one of you squishy magic makers get hit then it will end with us having to bury someone else. We already had a hard enough time getting them to bury Matt. I doubt we have the money for a grave and I doubt even more we will be able to make Matt's family pay for a grave for a stranger..."
Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Kayassa Level 3 | Satyr | Warlock (Cleath13's LMoP)
Bertolt Silentlash Level 3 | Variant Human | Bard (Our Little Lives Kept in Equipoise: Death House)
Daerthe Narcion Level 4 | Drow | Rogue (Karmoli's Great Upheaval)
"I didn't try to touch the grease. It was repulsive," Keelyn replies to Valar. Moving towards the door the half-elf again offers up the coin. "Do we have a deal," Keelyn asks curiously.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Talos looks at the bag listening to the pessimistic views he quibs
"How much coin are they offering? Enough to cover our funerals?"
Milo preens the half elfs hair
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Reminder for myself. Work together or fail apart. Talk with each other when necessary. Describe how, where, if, your character moved.
The sign on the trail ahead reads "DONT FEED THE DRAGON!" "Working Together" Follow this link please
"It's ten gold pieces. Each missing child's family chipped in and some other townsfolk. They're farmers and merchants not warriors. They didn't go after them because they have no skill or means to fight," Keelyn explains with a worried look. "Mathieu was kind to people I would expect is former companions to at least take the job without such reservation to help others," the half-elf explains looking slightly put off by the party's reluctance.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Henreid was taking stock of his surroundings when he hears Talos say his name. He looks sheepishly down at his filthy clothing. Before he can reply, Saralyssa's spell cleans the better part of his attire. Smiling proudly as if he accomplished something, Henreid nods and smiles at Saralyssa and follows her outside.
Henreid greets Milo and Striker each with an owl call and a smile, then makes a series of quick clicking noises as he calls Lycosa. Henreid has already mounted her before he realizes Talos & Marbor are still inside.
He yells casually back through the open door, "I must've missed the answer, are we separating or sticking together?"