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Dramatis Personae
Aeleth Moonfall (Moon Elf Wizard) portrayed by A Friend Of Mine
Initial warning: No, I'm not crazy - or at least not more than usual. If in this campaign, initially, you will only see posts by me, it is because the campaign starts as a duet with a friend of mine who, unfortunately, even if they are learning to play (and are also learning well), have no way of signing up for D&D Beyond at the moment - so I'll post not just for me (as the Dungeon Mistress), but also for them (as the player).
If the experiment is successful (I will be able to bear the effort of posting for both of us, them will actually be able to play and have fun doing it...) in the future I will also open it up to other players and we will form a party to continue.
It is a clear night in Neverwinter when Aeleth, a handsome and elegant moon elf, enters the Everfull Horn inn, immediately attracting the attention of the patrons. In the great cosmopolitan city of Neverwinter, there is no shortage of striking-looking strangers; yet no one, in the Everfull Horn, manages to avoid casting curious glances at that elf with long hair, fluid movements and a piercing intelligent gaze, who holds a mysterious-looking quarterstaff - made of polished wood, inscribed with intricate runes and topped with a crescent moon that is made of polished silver glowing with a faint blue light.
Aeleth looks around himself... because he didn't just come in to look for a room or get a drink... No, Aeleth has a date here with the dwarf Gundren Rockseeker, who recently sent him a message asking him to join him for an important matter.
Gundren and Aeleth had met some ten years earlier, when the dwarf had sought the Sage elf's advice regarding a place called the 'Forge of Spells' - a place of great magical power where, it is said, true magic items could be crafted! The knowledge of the location of this place had unfortunately been lost for centuries, but Aeleth, reasoning on the arcane and historical information in his possession and comparing it with those brought by Gundren, had investigated scrupulously and, with time, had been able to provide, if not exactly the precise location, at least several clues.
What does Gundren want now, after so many years?
Well, Aeleth is about to find out, because the dwarf, bald, with a thick and intricate brown beard and a slightly too pronounced belly that the elegant tunic suggests, has finally seen him and beckons him to come closer with his hand, while, with a half smile on his face, he says: "Aeleth Moonfall! Good thing you came too! You're the person I wanted most by my side, right now... Come, sit at our table!"
Gundren says 'our' table due to the fact that, in fact, he is not alone... three other people sit at the table with him, who have turned to look at Aeleth and are waiting for him to come closer and sit down.
One is a dark-haired female dwarf, with tanned skin, who wears her black hair styled in numerous long braids, wears sturdy iron chain mail and is fully armed: leaning next to her chair is her shield and belt she has secured a warhammer that bears the marks of many battles.
Another is a male halfling, who is sipping a mug of ale. He has much less pronounced roundness than the typical halfling—he must be a lithe individual. The leather armor he is wearing and the shortbow he has slung over his shoulder suggest that he also knows what he is doing when it comes to using violence. Also because his brown eyes have a hard light that doesn't suggest too much pity for his enemies.
Another is a mulatto woman, with short black hair and an imposing stature - the way she stands rigorously erect, shoulders open and chest sticking out, makes her seem even taller than she is. She also wears chain mail and has a small arsenal with her: a greataxe whose large blade seems capable of cutting a knight and his horse in half in a single blow and three javelins, evidently ready for use in case some enemy was too afraid to come into melee range.
As Aeleth approaches Gundren's table, he takes in the appearance of his companions, noting their formidable attire and the distinct air of adventure they exude. The dark-haired female dwarf, the lithe halfling, and the imposing mulatto woman all bear the marks of seasoned warriors and veterans of countless battles. Their presence piques Aeleth's curiosity, hinting at the significance of Gundren's summons.
With a courteous nod to the group, Aeleth takes a seat beside Gundren, his elegant movements and piercing gaze captivating the attention of the other patrons once again. The Everfull Horn, usually abuzz with lively conversations and laughter, falls momentarily silent as all eyes turn to the enigmatic elf.
"Gundren Rockseeker," Aeleth addresses the dwarf, his voice carrying a hint of curiosity, "I must admit, your request for my presence has me intrigued. What brings you to seek my council once more?"
Gundren, his ruddy face flushed with excitement, leans forward, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. "Aeleth Moonfall, my esteemed friend," he begins, lowering his voice so that only you at the table can hear "I have made a big discovery... a breakthrough that could open the doors to great wealth and profound magical knowledge I don't want to tell you more, here, for fear that someone might spy on us... But I bet that you" he winks "have already guessed what I'm talking about, since it was precisely thanks to your consultation some time ago, that I finally I found what I was looking for!"
Aeleth has rarely seen the dwarf so excited... deep in his brown eyes shines a deep gratitude for his elf friend.
“I will tell you everything when we meet in Phandalin!” Gundren says "I will go ahead with a warrior, Sildar Hallwinter, who is not here at the moment. I will leave this very night with him, to attend to business in the town. You and the other members of the escort" he nods to the dwarf, halfing and human with a wave of the hand "can spend the night here, at the inn, at my expense. You will have to leave tomorrow, with the supplies. You will follow the same route as me, that is, first you will take the High Road, which goes south from Neverwinter, towards Leilon. Before reaching Leilon, however, you will find a smaller road to the east, which will bring you to Phandalin, a recently resettled rough-and-tumble frontier town. You all will be paid 10 gp each by the owner of Barthen's Provisions in Phandalin when you deliver the wagon safely to that trading post. But this is only the beginning! Then we will meet and I will explain everything in more detail!"
“What do you think, Aeleth?” Gundren looks in the elf's eyes, with his gaze full of expectation "You were with me when our search, our investigation, began... Do you want to be with me also in this adventure, in which we will conclude it?"
The other three members of the escort also have their eyes on the newcomer... It doesn't seem like there are any other wizards, among of them and they seem to welcome the idea that Aeleth could be by their side.
Aeleth listened intently to Gundren's words, his keen intellect quickly grasping the gravity of the dwarf's discovery. The prospect of unlocking the secrets of the Forge of Spells, a place of immense magical power, ignited a spark of excitement within the elf's heart. He couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in his role in aiding Gundren's quest, knowing that his knowledge and expertise had played a crucial part in their progress.
"Gundren Rockseeker," Aeleth responded, his voice filled with determination, "I am honored to be part of this endeavor. Your discovery holds immense promise, and I am eager to contribute my skills to unraveling its mysteries."
The elf's words were met with a chorus of nods and approving glances from the dwarf, halfling, and mulatto woman who comprised the escort. They seemed to welcome Aeleth's presence, recognizing the value of his magical prowess in the challenges that lay ahead.
"I am confident that together, we can achieve great things," Aeleth continued, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. "The Forge of Spells awaits, and we shall not rest until its secrets are laid bare."
With a surge of renewed determination, Aeleth accepted Gundren's invitation to join the expedition to Phandalin. The thought of embarking on this grand adventure, fueled by the potential for groundbreaking discoveries, filled him with a sense of purpose and excitement. He was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, alongside his newfound companions, in pursuit of the Forge of Spells and the immense power it held.
As Aeleth mentions 'The Forge of Spells' aloud, Gundren suddenly looks around in concern! But none of the other customers seem to have paid attention and he relaxes again, however advising his friend: "Don't mention so openly what we have discovered the location of..." his gaze softens "You have always been like this, a good person and ready to trust others - sometimes perhaps even too much. Remember that in this world there are many people who are much less good than you... better to keep what concerns this 'endeavor' of ours as secret as possible. Well, good. Now, I'll reach Sildar and leave, as I announced to you! In the meantime, you and the others here can make friends! Tomorrow you will leave escorting the supplies!"
The dwarf warmly shakes the elf's hand and even pats him on the shoulder for good measure; Gundren has never been a person of many words, but knowing that he can now count on the help of that talented wizard makes his eyes shine like... Is it possible? Is Gundren getting emotional? Anyway, the next moment he says goodbye to all of you at the table with a final wave of his hand and leaves the inn.
"My cousin Gundren seems to think very highly of you!" says the dwarf in chainmail, then, holding out her hand to Aeleth for a handshake "My name is Torrga Brawnanvil! I came here to Neverwinter following a company of mercenaries... but then my god, Marthammor Duin, took me called to other undertakings" she declares in a solemn voice, showing a Holy Symbol, a boot overlaid by an upright mace, on a necklace often made of silver and iron. "Phandalin needs more than just a few supplies... you'll know when we get there".
"Phandalin is a den of snakes..." confirms the halfling, with a nod of the head "And no one better than me, Merric Thorngage, can know it, because..." and here Merric hesitates for a second, uncertain, before continuing "Because an aunt of mine lives there. When we get there, I will use my knowledge of the place to help you figure out who is our enemy. There is a certain gang of cutthroats who would stop at nothing if they had any idea how much what we seek is precious".
"I am Lady Lola Jani, esteemed Aeleth Moonfall" the imposing woman finally introduces herself, bowing her head slightly in greeting. "But since my possessions were reduced to ashes by an eruption of the nearby volcano Mount Hotenow," she sighs "I'm actually no longer lady of anything... so let's drop the title, at least for now. You can call me Miss Jani. As my greataxe can tell you, I've had a lot of martial training..." she smiles "If anyone wants to give us trouble, you can call me. And you? Are you a wizard? One of those people that can throw lightning at their enemies with a wave of the hand?"
Aeleth nodded in understanding to Gundren's words of caution, acknowledging the dangers that lay ahead and the need for secrecy. He extended a firm handshake to Torrga Brawnanvil, impressed by her dedication to her god and her unwavering spirit. The halfling Merric Thorngage's insights into Phandalin were valuable, and Aeleth appreciated his willingness to share his knowledge. Finally, he was intrigued by Lady Lola Jani's martial prowess and her readiness to protect the group from any potential threats.
The elf smiles warmly at Miss Jani and replies: "Indeed, Lady Jani, I am a wizard, a student of the arcane arts. While I may not conjure lightning with a mere wave of my hand, I possess the ability to manipulate the elements, weave powerful spells, and protect my allies from harm. I am honored to join you on this expedition, and rest assured that I will use my skills to the fullest extent to ensure our success".
"I have no doubt..." Lola, the noble mulatto warrior, continues to smile at Aeleth, apparently unable to take her brown eyes away from the elf's blue ones "Gundren was so eager for you to come... He recommended that we always consult you before making decisions, because you have not only a remarkable culture, but also a very sharp and ready intelligence!"
"Yeah! Yeah! But maybe he also has... to eat something!" intervenes Torrga, the dwarf cleric of Marthammor Duin "Shall we all order dinner? I bet you haven't had dinner yet, have you Aeleth?"
Aeleth listened attentively to Torrga's suggestion, realizing that despite the excitement of the upcoming adventure, he had indeed not had dinner yet. He turned to Miss Jani, acknowledging her praise with a courteous nod and a respectful smile.
"Lady Jani," he addressed her, "I appreciate your kind words and the trust that Gundren has placed in me. I will do my utmost to live up to your expectations."
Turning to Torrga, he continued, "Your suggestion is most welcome, my friend. I must confess that I have not yet had the pleasure of indulging in the culinary delights of this fine establishment."
With that, Aeleth settled into his seat, ready to enjoy a hearty meal and engage in further conversation with his newfound companions. The prospect of exploring the mysteries of the Forge of Spells filled him with anticipation, and he was eager to forge alliances with his fellow adventurers.
"Very good!" Torrga enthusiastically slaps a hand on the table, then raises it to attract the attention of a plump waitress.
"Lass!" exclaims the dwarf, as soon as the waitress is near "Bring me a plate of pork ribs, with cheese, horseradish and peas!"
"I can't tell if you put more enthusiasm into prayers or eating, Torrga!" jokes Merric, the halfling "I'll take a nice porridge, beauty" he says to the waitress "and a little lettuce, carrots and borage".
"I prefer fish instead..." declares Lola, without losing any of her composure "I would like a generous and spicy portion of anchovy sauce, with a chickpea flat bread".
"Excellent, gentlemen, none of the customers of the Everfull Horn have ever been disappointed!" the waitress smiles and brushes away a lock of her straight brown hair that has landed on her face, finally turning to Aeleth "And you? What would you like to eat, charming sir?"
Aeleth, intrigued by the diverse culinary choices of his companions, took a moment to consider his own preferences. The aroma of roasted meats wafted from the kitchen, tempting him, but he also found himself drawn to the freshness of the vegetables and the exotic flavors of the anchovy sauce.
With a thoughtful smile, Aeleth addressed the waitress, "I would like to order a dish that reflects the diverse flavors of this region. Please bring me a plate of grilled lamb chops, accompanied by a medley of roasted root vegetables and a side of tangy goat cheese."
The waitress nodded in approval, her eyes sparkling with delight. "An excellent choice, sir," she exclaimed. "The lamb is succulent and tender, the vegetables are bursting with flavor, and the goat cheese adds a delightful tanginess that perfectly complements the dish."
As the waitress scurried off to prepare their meals, Aeleth turned to his companions, a sense of camaraderie growing between them. He was grateful for their company and their willingness to embark on this adventure together. He was confident that their combined skills and talents would lead them to uncover the secrets of the Forge of Spells.
The waitress brings you beer and wine, so you can drink while you chat while waiting for dinner. Lola is particularly impressed by the refinement of Aeleth's ways and she is the one who speaks to him the most, confiding that she hopes, once in Phandalin, to be able to help the city prosper and civilize... and who knows? Maybe, one day, with the consent of the citizens, even to lead it...
When dinner arrives, it indeed lives up to expectations! Everyone eat with pleasure and to your fill.
Lola, who had received the necessary funds from Gundren, pays for dinner and also four rooms for the night.
The next morning, day 4 Tarsahk, after a breakfast, together again, based on eggs and bacon, Torrga goes to retrieve the wagon with the supplies; you all get on board and, under a shy sun, set off, leaving Neverwinter and taking the Triboar Trail, heading south.
Lola drives the wagon, directing the horses with confidence.
Merric, half hidden among the supplies, constantly scans the landscape.
Torrga, as the wagon proceeds, meditates and murmurs prayers to his god.
Where does Aeleth prefer to position himself? In front, next to Lola? Or behind, with the supplies, together with Merric and Torrga? And what does he do during the journey?
Aeleth decides to position himself in front, next to Lola. He enjoys the view of the passing countryside and the opportunity to observe Lola's skillful handling of the horses. Additionally, he finds the rhythmic sway of the wagon and the gentle breeze in his face to be quite soothing, allowing him to focus his thoughts and prepare for the challenges that lie ahead.
During the journey, Aeleth engages in quiet contemplation, reviewing his knowledge of arcane lore and considering the potential dangers they might encounter in their pursuit of the Forge of Spells. He also takes the opportunity to practice his spells, subtly weaving enchantments to ward against potential threats and enhance their chances of success.
From time to time, Aeleth strikes up conversation with Lola, sharing his insights on the landscape and the history of the region. He finds her to be a woman of great intelligence, determination, and compassion, and he is confident that she will be a valuable asset to their team.
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.
Lola, suspicious, stops the wagon. Torrga and Merric, leaning from behind Aeleth and Lola, observe the unexpected scene.
“I smell trouble,” the halfling comments.
“Indeed, I wonder who killed those horses…” says the dwarf, “and why.”
"What do you think is best to do, Aeleth?" Lola asks, pulling out her heavy greataxe for good measure.
Aeleth, upon seeing the two dead horses blocking the path, feels a surge of caution and a heightened awareness of his surroundings. The sight of the arrows protruding from the horses' bodies suggests an ambush or a violent encounter, and the dense woods nearby provide ample cover for potential assailants.
"I concur with Merric's assessment," Aeleth replies to Lola, his voice laced with concern. "The sudden appearance of these dead horses suggests that we are not alone and that danger lurks nearby. I propose that we proceed with extreme caution and avoid any hasty actions."
Turning to Torrga, Aeleth asks, "Torrga, would you be so kind as to use your divine senses to detect any presence in the surrounding woods? Your connection to Marthammor Duin could prove invaluable in this situation."
Waiting for the cleric's reply, Aeleth quietly casts Mage Armor, a shimmering force enveloping him, enhancing his natural defenses. He feels a sense of reassurance knowing that he is better prepared for any potential conflict. As they continue their cautious advance through the woods, Aeleth remains vigilant, his magical protection providing him with a sense of security amidst the lurking danger.
"Unfortunately, Aeleth, among the powers that I begged Marthammor Duin to grant me today, there is not one that does what you ask of me..." admits Torrga "I'm afarid that we will have to rely only on our eyes..." she in the meantime raises her shield in a defensive position and wields her threatening warhammer.
Merric takes cover behind the wagon and nocks an arrow on his shortbow.
Lani moves calmly, positioning herself next to Torrga - both are in front of Aeleth, ready to protect him from any aggression that might come from the thick vegetation.
Aeleth fixes his piercing blue eyes on the dense vegetation and quickly identifies the likely people responsible for the death of the horses... There are 4 goblins hidden among the vegetation! 2 on one side of the road and 2 on the opposite side. It seems they're keeping an eye on you... either to figure out what you're doing... or to ambush you! The goblins, for now, do not realize that you have noticed them.
"Have you seen them too, friends?" Torrga whispers.
"See what?" Lani and Merric reply, still in a low voice - evidently they don't have any commercials, but the goblins do.
“The hidden goblins” the dwarf snorts. "Ahead. Among the vegetation. On both sides of the road. I bet at least you saw them, Aeleth. What should we do?"
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For centuries, rumors of buried riches have attracted treasure seekers and opportunists to the area around Phandalin. In recent years, people have resettled the area and Phandalin is now a rough-and-tumble frontier town. But... what did the Rockseeker brothers discover?
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Dramatis Personae
Aeleth Moonfall (Moon Elf Wizard) portrayed by A Friend Of Mine
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Initial warning: No, I'm not crazy - or at least not more than usual. If in this campaign, initially, you will only see posts by me, it is because the campaign starts as a duet with a friend of mine who, unfortunately, even if they are learning to play (and are also learning well), have no way of signing up for D&D Beyond at the moment - so I'll post not just for me (as the Dungeon Mistress), but also for them (as the player).
If the experiment is successful (I will be able to bear the effort of posting for both of us, them will actually be able to play and have fun doing it...) in the future I will also open it up to other players and we will form a party to continue.
Neverwinter, 3 Tarsahk 1500 DR, night
It is a clear night in Neverwinter when Aeleth, a handsome and elegant moon elf, enters the Everfull Horn inn, immediately attracting the attention of the patrons. In the great cosmopolitan city of Neverwinter, there is no shortage of striking-looking strangers; yet no one, in the Everfull Horn, manages to avoid casting curious glances at that elf with long hair, fluid movements and a piercing intelligent gaze, who holds a mysterious-looking quarterstaff - made of polished wood, inscribed with intricate runes and topped with a crescent moon that is made of polished silver glowing with a faint blue light.
Aeleth looks around himself... because he didn't just come in to look for a room or get a drink... No, Aeleth has a date here with the dwarf Gundren Rockseeker, who recently sent him a message asking him to join him for an important matter.
Gundren and Aeleth had met some ten years earlier, when the dwarf had sought the Sage elf's advice regarding a place called the 'Forge of Spells' - a place of great magical power where, it is said, true magic items could be crafted! The knowledge of the location of this place had unfortunately been lost for centuries, but Aeleth, reasoning on the arcane and historical information in his possession and comparing it with those brought by Gundren, had investigated scrupulously and, with time, had been able to provide, if not exactly the precise location, at least several clues.
What does Gundren want now, after so many years?
Well, Aeleth is about to find out, because the dwarf, bald, with a thick and intricate brown beard and a slightly too pronounced belly that the elegant tunic suggests, has finally seen him and beckons him to come closer with his hand, while, with a half smile on his face, he says: "Aeleth Moonfall! Good thing you came too! You're the person I wanted most by my side, right now... Come, sit at our table!"
Gundren says 'our' table due to the fact that, in fact, he is not alone... three other people sit at the table with him, who have turned to look at Aeleth and are waiting for him to come closer and sit down.
One is a dark-haired female dwarf, with tanned skin, who wears her black hair styled in numerous long braids, wears sturdy iron chain mail and is fully armed: leaning next to her chair is her shield and belt she has secured a warhammer that bears the marks of many battles.
Another is a male halfling, who is sipping a mug of ale. He has much less pronounced roundness than the typical halfling—he must be a lithe individual. The leather armor he is wearing and the shortbow he has slung over his shoulder suggest that he also knows what he is doing when it comes to using violence. Also because his brown eyes have a hard light that doesn't suggest too much pity for his enemies.
Another is a mulatto woman, with short black hair and an imposing stature - the way she stands rigorously erect, shoulders open and chest sticking out, makes her seem even taller than she is. She also wears chain mail and has a small arsenal with her: a greataxe whose large blade seems capable of cutting a knight and his horse in half in a single blow and three javelins, evidently ready for use in case some enemy was too afraid to come into melee range.
A Friend Of Mine:
As Aeleth approaches Gundren's table, he takes in the appearance of his companions, noting their formidable attire and the distinct air of adventure they exude. The dark-haired female dwarf, the lithe halfling, and the imposing mulatto woman all bear the marks of seasoned warriors and veterans of countless battles. Their presence piques Aeleth's curiosity, hinting at the significance of Gundren's summons.
With a courteous nod to the group, Aeleth takes a seat beside Gundren, his elegant movements and piercing gaze captivating the attention of the other patrons once again. The Everfull Horn, usually abuzz with lively conversations and laughter, falls momentarily silent as all eyes turn to the enigmatic elf.
"Gundren Rockseeker," Aeleth addresses the dwarf, his voice carrying a hint of curiosity, "I must admit, your request for my presence has me intrigued. What brings you to seek my council once more?"
Gundren, his ruddy face flushed with excitement, leans forward, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. "Aeleth Moonfall, my esteemed friend," he begins, lowering his voice so that only you at the table can hear "I have made a big discovery... a breakthrough that could open the doors to great wealth and profound magical knowledge I don't want to tell you more, here, for fear that someone might spy on us... But I bet that you" he winks "have already guessed what I'm talking about, since it was precisely thanks to your consultation some time ago, that I finally I found what I was looking for!"
Aeleth has rarely seen the dwarf so excited... deep in his brown eyes shines a deep gratitude for his elf friend.
“I will tell you everything when we meet in Phandalin!” Gundren says "I will go ahead with a warrior, Sildar Hallwinter, who is not here at the moment. I will leave this very night with him, to attend to business in the town. You and the other members of the escort" he nods to the dwarf, halfing and human with a wave of the hand "can spend the night here, at the inn, at my expense. You will have to leave tomorrow, with the supplies. You will follow the same route as me, that is, first you will take the High Road, which goes south from Neverwinter, towards Leilon. Before reaching Leilon, however, you will find a smaller road to the east, which will bring you to Phandalin, a recently resettled rough-and-tumble frontier town. You all will be paid 10 gp each by the owner of Barthen's Provisions in Phandalin when you deliver the wagon safely to that trading post. But this is only the beginning! Then we will meet and I will explain everything in more detail!"
“What do you think, Aeleth?” Gundren looks in the elf's eyes, with his gaze full of expectation "You were with me when our search, our investigation, began... Do you want to be with me also in this adventure, in which we will conclude it?"
The other three members of the escort also have their eyes on the newcomer... It doesn't seem like there are any other wizards, among of them and they seem to welcome the idea that Aeleth could be by their side.
A Friend Of Mine:
Aeleth listened intently to Gundren's words, his keen intellect quickly grasping the gravity of the dwarf's discovery. The prospect of unlocking the secrets of the Forge of Spells, a place of immense magical power, ignited a spark of excitement within the elf's heart. He couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in his role in aiding Gundren's quest, knowing that his knowledge and expertise had played a crucial part in their progress.
"Gundren Rockseeker," Aeleth responded, his voice filled with determination, "I am honored to be part of this endeavor. Your discovery holds immense promise, and I am eager to contribute my skills to unraveling its mysteries."
The elf's words were met with a chorus of nods and approving glances from the dwarf, halfling, and mulatto woman who comprised the escort. They seemed to welcome Aeleth's presence, recognizing the value of his magical prowess in the challenges that lay ahead.
"I am confident that together, we can achieve great things," Aeleth continued, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. "The Forge of Spells awaits, and we shall not rest until its secrets are laid bare."
With a surge of renewed determination, Aeleth accepted Gundren's invitation to join the expedition to Phandalin. The thought of embarking on this grand adventure, fueled by the potential for groundbreaking discoveries, filled him with a sense of purpose and excitement. He was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, alongside his newfound companions, in pursuit of the Forge of Spells and the immense power it held.
As Aeleth mentions 'The Forge of Spells' aloud, Gundren suddenly looks around in concern! But none of the other customers seem to have paid attention and he relaxes again, however advising his friend: "Don't mention so openly what we have discovered the location of..." his gaze softens "You have always been like this, a good person and ready to trust others - sometimes perhaps even too much. Remember that in this world there are many people who are much less good than you... better to keep what concerns this 'endeavor' of ours as secret as possible. Well, good. Now, I'll reach Sildar and leave, as I announced to you! In the meantime, you and the others here can make friends! Tomorrow you will leave escorting the supplies!"
The dwarf warmly shakes the elf's hand and even pats him on the shoulder for good measure; Gundren has never been a person of many words, but knowing that he can now count on the help of that talented wizard makes his eyes shine like... Is it possible? Is Gundren getting emotional? Anyway, the next moment he says goodbye to all of you at the table with a final wave of his hand and leaves the inn.
"My cousin Gundren seems to think very highly of you!" says the dwarf in chainmail, then, holding out her hand to Aeleth for a handshake "My name is Torrga Brawnanvil! I came here to Neverwinter following a company of mercenaries... but then my god, Marthammor Duin, took me called to other undertakings" she declares in a solemn voice, showing a Holy Symbol, a boot overlaid by an upright mace, on a necklace often made of silver and iron. "Phandalin needs more than just a few supplies... you'll know when we get there".
"Phandalin is a den of snakes..." confirms the halfling, with a nod of the head "And no one better than me, Merric Thorngage, can know it, because..." and here Merric hesitates for a second, uncertain, before continuing "Because an aunt of mine lives there. When we get there, I will use my knowledge of the place to help you figure out who is our enemy. There is a certain gang of cutthroats who would stop at nothing if they had any idea how much what we seek is precious".
"I am Lady Lola Jani, esteemed Aeleth Moonfall" the imposing woman finally introduces herself, bowing her head slightly in greeting. "But since my possessions were reduced to ashes by an eruption of the nearby volcano Mount Hotenow," she sighs "I'm actually no longer lady of anything... so let's drop the title, at least for now. You can call me Miss Jani. As my greataxe can tell you, I've had a lot of martial training..." she smiles "If anyone wants to give us trouble, you can call me. And you? Are you a wizard? One of those people that can throw lightning at their enemies with a wave of the hand?"
A Friend Of Mine:
Aeleth nodded in understanding to Gundren's words of caution, acknowledging the dangers that lay ahead and the need for secrecy. He extended a firm handshake to Torrga Brawnanvil, impressed by her dedication to her god and her unwavering spirit. The halfling Merric Thorngage's insights into Phandalin were valuable, and Aeleth appreciated his willingness to share his knowledge. Finally, he was intrigued by Lady Lola Jani's martial prowess and her readiness to protect the group from any potential threats.
The elf smiles warmly at Miss Jani and replies: "Indeed, Lady Jani, I am a wizard, a student of the arcane arts. While I may not conjure lightning with a mere wave of my hand, I possess the ability to manipulate the elements, weave powerful spells, and protect my allies from harm. I am honored to join you on this expedition, and rest assured that I will use my skills to the fullest extent to ensure our success".
"I have no doubt..." Lola, the noble mulatto warrior, continues to smile at Aeleth, apparently unable to take her brown eyes away from the elf's blue ones "Gundren was so eager for you to come... He recommended that we always consult you before making decisions, because you have not only a remarkable culture, but also a very sharp and ready intelligence!"
"Yeah! Yeah! But maybe he also has... to eat something!" intervenes Torrga, the dwarf cleric of Marthammor Duin "Shall we all order dinner? I bet you haven't had dinner yet, have you Aeleth?"
A Friend Of Mine:
Aeleth listened attentively to Torrga's suggestion, realizing that despite the excitement of the upcoming adventure, he had indeed not had dinner yet. He turned to Miss Jani, acknowledging her praise with a courteous nod and a respectful smile.
"Lady Jani," he addressed her, "I appreciate your kind words and the trust that Gundren has placed in me. I will do my utmost to live up to your expectations."
Turning to Torrga, he continued, "Your suggestion is most welcome, my friend. I must confess that I have not yet had the pleasure of indulging in the culinary delights of this fine establishment."
With that, Aeleth settled into his seat, ready to enjoy a hearty meal and engage in further conversation with his newfound companions. The prospect of exploring the mysteries of the Forge of Spells filled him with anticipation, and he was eager to forge alliances with his fellow adventurers.
"Very good!" Torrga enthusiastically slaps a hand on the table, then raises it to attract the attention of a plump waitress.
"Lass!" exclaims the dwarf, as soon as the waitress is near "Bring me a plate of pork ribs, with cheese, horseradish and peas!"
"I can't tell if you put more enthusiasm into prayers or eating, Torrga!" jokes Merric, the halfling "I'll take a nice porridge, beauty" he says to the waitress "and a little lettuce, carrots and borage".
"I prefer fish instead..." declares Lola, without losing any of her composure "I would like a generous and spicy portion of anchovy sauce, with a chickpea flat bread".
"Excellent, gentlemen, none of the customers of the Everfull Horn have ever been disappointed!" the waitress smiles and brushes away a lock of her straight brown hair that has landed on her face, finally turning to Aeleth "And you? What would you like to eat, charming sir?"
A Friend Of Mine:
Aeleth, intrigued by the diverse culinary choices of his companions, took a moment to consider his own preferences. The aroma of roasted meats wafted from the kitchen, tempting him, but he also found himself drawn to the freshness of the vegetables and the exotic flavors of the anchovy sauce.
With a thoughtful smile, Aeleth addressed the waitress, "I would like to order a dish that reflects the diverse flavors of this region. Please bring me a plate of grilled lamb chops, accompanied by a medley of roasted root vegetables and a side of tangy goat cheese."
The waitress nodded in approval, her eyes sparkling with delight. "An excellent choice, sir," she exclaimed. "The lamb is succulent and tender, the vegetables are bursting with flavor, and the goat cheese adds a delightful tanginess that perfectly complements the dish."
As the waitress scurried off to prepare their meals, Aeleth turned to his companions, a sense of camaraderie growing between them. He was grateful for their company and their willingness to embark on this adventure together. He was confident that their combined skills and talents would lead them to uncover the secrets of the Forge of Spells.
The waitress brings you beer and wine, so you can drink while you chat while waiting for dinner. Lola is particularly impressed by the refinement of Aeleth's ways and she is the one who speaks to him the most, confiding that she hopes, once in Phandalin, to be able to help the city prosper and civilize... and who knows? Maybe, one day, with the consent of the citizens, even to lead it...
When dinner arrives, it indeed lives up to expectations! Everyone eat with pleasure and to your fill.
Lola, who had received the necessary funds from Gundren, pays for dinner and also four rooms for the night.
The next morning, day 4 Tarsahk, after a breakfast, together again, based on eggs and bacon, Torrga goes to retrieve the wagon with the supplies; you all get on board and, under a shy sun, set off, leaving Neverwinter and taking the Triboar Trail, heading south.
Lola drives the wagon, directing the horses with confidence.
Merric, half hidden among the supplies, constantly scans the landscape.
Torrga, as the wagon proceeds, meditates and murmurs prayers to his god.
Where does Aeleth prefer to position himself? In front, next to Lola? Or behind, with the supplies, together with Merric and Torrga? And what does he do during the journey?
A Friend Of Mine:
Aeleth decides to position himself in front, next to Lola. He enjoys the view of the passing countryside and the opportunity to observe Lola's skillful handling of the horses. Additionally, he finds the rhythmic sway of the wagon and the gentle breeze in his face to be quite soothing, allowing him to focus his thoughts and prepare for the challenges that lie ahead.
During the journey, Aeleth engages in quiet contemplation, reviewing his knowledge of arcane lore and considering the potential dangers they might encounter in their pursuit of the Forge of Spells. He also takes the opportunity to practice his spells, subtly weaving enchantments to ward against potential threats and enhance their chances of success.
From time to time, Aeleth strikes up conversation with Lola, sharing his insights on the landscape and the history of the region. He finds her to be a woman of great intelligence, determination, and compassion, and he is confident that she will be a valuable asset to their team.
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.
Lola, suspicious, stops the wagon. Torrga and Merric, leaning from behind Aeleth and Lola, observe the unexpected scene.
“I smell trouble,” the halfling comments.
“Indeed, I wonder who killed those horses…” says the dwarf, “and why.”
"What do you think is best to do, Aeleth?" Lola asks, pulling out her heavy greataxe for good measure.
A Friend Of Mine:
Aeleth, upon seeing the two dead horses blocking the path, feels a surge of caution and a heightened awareness of his surroundings. The sight of the arrows protruding from the horses' bodies suggests an ambush or a violent encounter, and the dense woods nearby provide ample cover for potential assailants.
"I concur with Merric's assessment," Aeleth replies to Lola, his voice laced with concern. "The sudden appearance of these dead horses suggests that we are not alone and that danger lurks nearby. I propose that we proceed with extreme caution and avoid any hasty actions."
Turning to Torrga, Aeleth asks, "Torrga, would you be so kind as to use your divine senses to detect any presence in the surrounding woods? Your connection to Marthammor Duin could prove invaluable in this situation."
Waiting for the cleric's reply, Aeleth quietly casts Mage Armor, a shimmering force enveloping him, enhancing his natural defenses. He feels a sense of reassurance knowing that he is better prepared for any potential conflict. As they continue their cautious advance through the woods, Aeleth remains vigilant, his magical protection providing him with a sense of security amidst the lurking danger.
"Unfortunately, Aeleth, among the powers that I begged Marthammor Duin to grant me today, there is not one that does what you ask of me..." admits Torrga "I'm afarid that we will have to rely only on our eyes..." she in the meantime raises her shield in a defensive position and wields her threatening warhammer.
Merric takes cover behind the wagon and nocks an arrow on his shortbow.
Lani moves calmly, positioning herself next to Torrga - both are in front of Aeleth, ready to protect him from any aggression that might come from the thick vegetation.
(OOC: Please, roll all for Perception)
Aeleth's Perception: 21
Lola's Perception: 6
Merric's Perception: 1
Torrga's Perception: 22
Unknown menace's Stealth: 12
Aeleth fixes his piercing blue eyes on the dense vegetation and quickly identifies the likely people responsible for the death of the horses... There are 4 goblins hidden among the vegetation! 2 on one side of the road and 2 on the opposite side. It seems they're keeping an eye on you... either to figure out what you're doing... or to ambush you! The goblins, for now, do not realize that you have noticed them.
"Have you seen them too, friends?" Torrga whispers.
"See what?" Lani and Merric reply, still in a low voice - evidently they don't have any commercials, but the goblins do.
“The hidden goblins” the dwarf snorts. "Ahead. Among the vegetation. On both sides of the road. I bet at least you saw them, Aeleth. What should we do?"