Act I - Chapter 2: Gnomengarde
You leave Leilon by way of the eastern entrance. Lesser-traveled than the north and south exits which connect to the High Road, little more than a trampled-down footpath exists outside this opening, and even this fades as you move further away from the town and into the open plains.
The Sword Mountains loom on the horizon, your destination somewhere along their southern edge. The Gnomes of Gnomengarde are a secretive, reclusive people - few outsiders have ever visited the settlement, so few people know exactly where it is. Thankfully, you have an accomplished ranger with you to track the settlement down - or so you hope.
Speaking of your ranger companion, as Leilon grows more distant behind you, a strange transformation overtakes him. His body begins to change shape, extending, changing colour, facial features morphing from the Human you encountered into something...different.
The Sword Mountains loom on the horizon, your destination somewhere along their southern edge. The Gnomes of Gnomengarde are a secretive, reclusive people - few outsiders have ever visited the settlement, so few people know exactly where it is. Thankfully, you have an accomplished ranger with you to track the settlement down - or so you hope.
Speaking of your ranger companion, as Leilon grows more distant behind you, a strange transformation overtakes him. His body begins to change shape, extending, changing colour, facial features morphing from the Human you encountered into something...different.
Rowan “Ruggo” Rhododendron
No longer an average looking human, Rowan stands at 8ft tall now, his tanned skin now a bluish grey, his ears have extended and his once sharp nose is now flat and wide. His face is still recognizable, just now more animalistic as his true Firbolg form stands before you. "Ahhhh, that's better! Nothing like the great outdoors to let yerself out a little."
Storm of Fire
Storm eyes Rowan...the Firbolg...curiously.
"This one did think it strange that you duck your head with far more clearing to the door frame than necessary. But why the disguise? If the people of Leilon did not care a Tabaxi graced their town, then surely a Firbolg would be most welcome."
"This one did think it strange that you duck your head with far more clearing to the door frame than necessary. But why the disguise? If the people of Leilon did not care a Tabaxi graced their town, then surely a Firbolg would be most welcome."
Storm of Fire
"Ah that sounds exquisite. I think I would like to visit this High Forest one day. The jungles of Chult are endless, or so they say. I however, grew up in Port Nyanzaru with my Mother. I did not know the clan though I was born into it. I believe I am the last of the Boundless Jungle clan. But perhaps that is a tale for a campfire."
Rowan “Ruggo” Rhododendron
Rowan nods "There'll be plenty of time for swapping stories for sure. My people are nomadic, hundreds of clans spread throughout the high forest, all constantly on the move. We live off the land, and nurture it, we hunt to restore balance to animal populations. But you probably could never tell we'd been there at all. We're quite good at...blending in."
Cain Vance
Turning to see how far they've travelled, Cain sees Leilon still in the distance. Still too close. As for his companions, he had no reason to not trust them as they had plenty of opportunities to make a move if they were not the adventurers they claimed to be.
"Yeah, you've got the right ..."
Turning to the group, he says, "Look, I know I've been suspiciously wearing these robes for ... now an awkwardly long time. I appreciate nobody has brought it up until now, but I'd prefer to leave it on for just a little while longer."
Chuckling in response to the theme the seems to be going on, he continues, "I'll explain everything over that campfire."
"Yeah, you've got the right ..."
Turning to the group, he says, "Look, I know I've been suspiciously wearing these robes for ... now an awkwardly long time. I appreciate nobody has brought it up until now, but I'd prefer to leave it on for just a little while longer."
Chuckling in response to the theme the seems to be going on, he continues, "I'll explain everything over that campfire."
Dungeon Master
Cain looks toward the south, where the High Road can be seen in the distance, winding around the Mere of Dead Men. A handful of caravans can be seen heading in either direction in the distance, but nothing suspicious catches his eye. As for immediate surroundings, the party appears to be alone as the Sword Mountains creep ever-taller in front of them.
Storm of Fire
Storm takes a moment to unbundle his Lute case from his back, opens it and retrieves his colorful instrument. Replacing everything on his back, he tunes the instrument as the group continues to walk.
"Hmm...a tune. Let's see..."
He tries a few upbeat folk-like chord progressions and then clears his throat...
"Hmm...a tune. Let's see..."
He tries a few upbeat folk-like chord progressions and then clears his throat...
Storm of Fire
"♫♫♫
In a quiet town,
Of green and yellow and brown,
The people were upset,
For there was a Dragon threat...
And so the Lances did group,
This new adventuring troupe,
And that is how it did start,
On the day they did depart!
♫♫♫
Ooooooh!
They are the group with no nameee,
No fortune and no fameee,
They set out that very daaay,
Along their merry way!
♫♫♫
The group was given a task,
To see the Gnomes and ask,
For something to help the fight,
Against poor Leilon's plight!
To Gnomengarde they gooo,
Into the mount belooow,
They search for hidden caves,
and pray it's not their graves!
♫♫♫
Ooooooh!
They are the group with no nameee,
No fortune and no fameee,
What wonders do awaaait,
These new adventurer's fate!
♫♫♫"
In a quiet town,
Of green and yellow and brown,
The people were upset,
For there was a Dragon threat...
And so the Lances did group,
This new adventuring troupe,
And that is how it did start,
On the day they did depart!
♫♫♫
Ooooooh!
They are the group with no nameee,
No fortune and no fameee,
They set out that very daaay,
Along their merry way!
♫♫♫
The group was given a task,
To see the Gnomes and ask,
For something to help the fight,
Against poor Leilon's plight!
To Gnomengarde they gooo,
Into the mount belooow,
They search for hidden caves,
and pray it's not their graves!
♫♫♫
Ooooooh!
They are the group with no nameee,
No fortune and no fameee,
What wonders do awaaait,
These new adventurer's fate!
♫♫♫"
(Storm gets DM inspiration)
Dungeon Master
After a few hours of walking the plains, the terrain begin to gets rougher around you. Grass gives way to rock, and the once-level ground begins to rise up in hills and cliffs around you. Having almost reached the base of the westernmost mountain, you anticipate your journey will be a little rougher from here on. Rowan - or "Ruggo", as you now know him - suggests taking some time to hunt and gather, before creatures and plants become more sparse.
Dungeon Master
Ruggo takes off, surprisingly quiet for his considerable size. A little over an hour later, he returns, with a young doe slung over his shoulder and the location of a nearby stream. You prepare the meat and fill your waterskins before moving on.
Each party member gets: 1 Ration, 1 Water
Each party member gets: 1 Ration, 1 Water
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!addrations [num]
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Dungeon Master
You continue on your way, a little slower than before, heading southeast along the edge of the mountains. Other than the change in scenery, your travels are fairly uneventful. As the sun begins to descend behind you, you find a relatively flat portion of land, and figure it's probably a good place to set up camp for the evening.
Govath Forgearm
As he walks away Govath can be heard quietly humming Storm's song about the creation of his war hammer while he collects firewood.
Dungeon Master
It's difficult scouting for wood in this rocky terrain - Govath only manages to return with a small bundle of twigs and branches, the discard of distant trees blown here by strong winds. It should be enough, however, to cook your meal and at least have some embers to keep you warm before retiring to sleep.
Upon his return, Storm has prepared a serviceable pit. There are stones aplenty here, but digging into the ground is difficult, so he opts for a taller ring made of various stones delicately stacked one on another.
Before too long, the food is prepared, and the four of you share a meal around the fire.
Upon his return, Storm has prepared a serviceable pit. There are stones aplenty here, but digging into the ground is difficult, so he opts for a taller ring made of various stones delicately stacked one on another.
Before too long, the food is prepared, and the four of you share a meal around the fire.
Storm of Fire
"Ah a pan pipe. I had thought to bring it along with me on my way here but I wanted to travel light. I would not mind taking the first watch, I enjoy passing the time playing music and creating new melodies. It was a good way to make a few extra tips during my jungle guide expeditions."
As Rowan takes out his massive panpipes, Storm matches the key and adds a few accompanying strums.
As Rowan takes out his massive panpipes, Storm matches the key and adds a few accompanying strums.
!f Govath leans against his pack, pulls out a pipe and meticulously cleans it out before packing and lighting it with a twig from the fire.
"You know, I think I could get used to this type of life."
"You know, I think I could get used to this type of life."
!t "Is this your first adventure?"
!say I would consider it my first. The majority of my life I have worked as a weapons smith in my clan.
Storm of Fire
"I do know a few songs of the jungle that I learned from my Mother but they are in the Tabaxi language and won't help answer Govath's question."
Storm chuckles at that thought and then thinks for a moment. Setting the Lute down, he stands up tall and presents a exaggerated bow in his colorful cloak.
"I am Storm of Fire of the Boundless Jungle clan! Born to the beautiful, Eclipse of the Moon of the Boundless Jungle clan!"
After his showcase of an introduction, Storm begins to pace, straight back and hands clasped behind him.
"Cain may know this having met Glittering Pond, but the Tabaxi are called by the circumstances in which they exist. They are named by events that mark their clan, the locations of which they live, and signs from the stars."
Suddenly, Storms' hands flourish outwards and little stars flourish around him. Illusions.
"The Boundless Jungle clan lived deep within the jungles of Chult in the valley beneath the Peaks of Flame!"
Storm, flicks his wrists and the illusions become a small depiction of a mountain ridge piercing up from the jungle canopy.
"It is said they prospered and thrived though the lands were harsh."
Suddenly a strange creature, a bipedal reptile of sorts pops into existence, replacing the image of the mountain.
"Though one day, an omen appeared to the clan in the form of smoke..."
The mountain line appears again but this time a stream of smoke rises from it.
"The Peaks of Flame grew angry and the clan was afraid. They looked to the stars for guidance and were shown catastrophe."
The illusion changes to an image of the mountain erupting, spewing fire.
"And disaster struck. Though as hard as they tried, the Boundless Jungle clan did not make it out of that valley. They fled as fast as they could, deeper into the jungle, but the fire was faster."
Storm chuckles at that thought and then thinks for a moment. Setting the Lute down, he stands up tall and presents a exaggerated bow in his colorful cloak.
"I am Storm of Fire of the Boundless Jungle clan! Born to the beautiful, Eclipse of the Moon of the Boundless Jungle clan!"
After his showcase of an introduction, Storm begins to pace, straight back and hands clasped behind him.
"Cain may know this having met Glittering Pond, but the Tabaxi are called by the circumstances in which they exist. They are named by events that mark their clan, the locations of which they live, and signs from the stars."
Suddenly, Storms' hands flourish outwards and little stars flourish around him. Illusions.
"The Boundless Jungle clan lived deep within the jungles of Chult in the valley beneath the Peaks of Flame!"
Storm, flicks his wrists and the illusions become a small depiction of a mountain ridge piercing up from the jungle canopy.
"It is said they prospered and thrived though the lands were harsh."
Suddenly a strange creature, a bipedal reptile of sorts pops into existence, replacing the image of the mountain.
"Though one day, an omen appeared to the clan in the form of smoke..."
The mountain line appears again but this time a stream of smoke rises from it.
"The Peaks of Flame grew angry and the clan was afraid. They looked to the stars for guidance and were shown catastrophe."
The illusion changes to an image of the mountain erupting, spewing fire.
"And disaster struck. Though as hard as they tried, the Boundless Jungle clan did not make it out of that valley. They fled as fast as they could, deeper into the jungle, but the fire was faster."
Storm of Fire
"Though the clan was no more, a single Tabaxi female lived, caught alone amidst the destruction. Unable to escape, Eclipse of the Moon gave birth to her child while the sky rained down fire and the world burned around her."
Storm forms an image of his Mother carrying a bundle. She has ashen grey fur just like him.
"And this was the world in which I was born in. A Storm of Fire."
The illusions wink out of existence and Storm poses for a moment in deep thought.
"My Mother made the long and dangerous journey to Port Nyanzaru far north from the valley. It was there that she raised me. She worked as a jungle guide for expeditions mostly since a highly experienced jungle Tabaxi was in high demand. My Mother was well liked, she taught me how to play my instruments and to track the jungles. She passed away when I was 14 years of age. Complications from the fire and birth had caught up to her. There were many at her funeral that day."
Storm pauses again to scoop up his Lute and sits down next to the fire. Playing a soft melody he continues...
"I followed in my Mother's footsteps as a jungle guide and played the taverns for extra coin. I was successful at both and enjoyed it. My life has been good and I owe it all to Eclipse of the Moon. But the years spent in Port Nyanzaru and the Jungles have grown...dull. As the last remaining member of the Boundless Jungle clan, I have no ties to the jungle. And so I have travelled far to reach your shores, to see new places and document new bones."
He taps the Tome of Bones affixed to his bag.
"Speaking of which...do please keep your bones from your meal."
Storm forms an image of his Mother carrying a bundle. She has ashen grey fur just like him.
"And this was the world in which I was born in. A Storm of Fire."
The illusions wink out of existence and Storm poses for a moment in deep thought.
"My Mother made the long and dangerous journey to Port Nyanzaru far north from the valley. It was there that she raised me. She worked as a jungle guide for expeditions mostly since a highly experienced jungle Tabaxi was in high demand. My Mother was well liked, she taught me how to play my instruments and to track the jungles. She passed away when I was 14 years of age. Complications from the fire and birth had caught up to her. There were many at her funeral that day."
Storm pauses again to scoop up his Lute and sits down next to the fire. Playing a soft melody he continues...
"I followed in my Mother's footsteps as a jungle guide and played the taverns for extra coin. I was successful at both and enjoyed it. My life has been good and I owe it all to Eclipse of the Moon. But the years spent in Port Nyanzaru and the Jungles have grown...dull. As the last remaining member of the Boundless Jungle clan, I have no ties to the jungle. And so I have travelled far to reach your shores, to see new places and document new bones."
He taps the Tome of Bones affixed to his bag.
"Speaking of which...do please keep your bones from your meal."
Rowan “Ruggo” Rhododendron
Ruggo realizes he has been holding the panpipes to his lips without playing, being so enthralled by the story and the colourful illusions Storm had conjured. He clears his throat and puts the instrument back in his pocket.
"Quite a tale there, mate. Harrowing. If yeh don't mind me askin', how old are yeh now?"
"Quite a tale there, mate. Harrowing. If yeh don't mind me askin', how old are yeh now?"
Cain Vance
It was finally time to explain himself to the group, which actually felt relieving because that would mean finally removing the heavy cloak.
"Well, my history isn't as exciting as any of yours. I live in a small settlement near Secomber, which for those who are new to this area, is east of Waterdeep ...", and turning to Storm, "and borders near the south of The High Forest".
Continuing to address the group he says, "I'm not an adventurer by any means, though I've had my share of travel. I work for a shipments branch of the kingdom, carting and shipping goods all over. Not very glorified work, but its a nice way to see new places and meet all sorts of people."
Shifting on his boulder, he pauses a beat to recount the story before continuing ...
"That was, until a few days ago. I was contacted by a private party looking for someone to make a pickup and delivery back to Waterdeep. In hindsight, I guess I should have realized the sketchiness of it, but it was on official Waterdavian letterhead and well ... the pay was really good. You see, I've been saving to retire from the travelling life to finally settle down, maybe start a business."
"Well, my history isn't as exciting as any of yours. I live in a small settlement near Secomber, which for those who are new to this area, is east of Waterdeep ...", and turning to Storm, "and borders near the south of The High Forest".
Continuing to address the group he says, "I'm not an adventurer by any means, though I've had my share of travel. I work for a shipments branch of the kingdom, carting and shipping goods all over. Not very glorified work, but its a nice way to see new places and meet all sorts of people."
Shifting on his boulder, he pauses a beat to recount the story before continuing ...
"That was, until a few days ago. I was contacted by a private party looking for someone to make a pickup and delivery back to Waterdeep. In hindsight, I guess I should have realized the sketchiness of it, but it was on official Waterdavian letterhead and well ... the pay was really good. You see, I've been saving to retire from the travelling life to finally settle down, maybe start a business."
Cain Vance
"Anyway, without giving it much thought I arrived just outside Daggerford and took pocession of a hooded cart packed with shipping crates emblazoned with the offical seal of Waterdeep and began my journey back. All was going well as Waterdeep crested the horizon when I suddenly rolled over a rock causing one of the crates to come falling out. As I was moving to place it back on the card, I noticed it was slightly opened and inside I saw weapons"
He pauses for a moment to give the others time to react ... but then he remembers nobody is accustomed to the dryness of shipping laws.
"Uh, right. The problem is, the movement of weapons as cargo is strictly forbidden unless in specific circumstances such as times of war or disposal, and never without a whole damn battalion escorting it. I was one man, in a cart. These weapons were stolen, and I'm the idiot who agreed to smuggle them into Waterdeep."
He pauses for a moment to give the others time to react ... but then he remembers nobody is accustomed to the dryness of shipping laws.
"Uh, right. The problem is, the movement of weapons as cargo is strictly forbidden unless in specific circumstances such as times of war or disposal, and never without a whole damn battalion escorting it. I was one man, in a cart. These weapons were stolen, and I'm the idiot who agreed to smuggle them into Waterdeep."
Cain Vance
"Then just my luck, I see a mounted patrol in the distance coming upon me. It's not uncommon that passing patrols might inspect large cargo carts, and although that wasn't always the case, I wasn't going to take any chances. So I bolted and I have no idea what happened to those weapons."
"I ended up taking the long way around back to Waterdeep, not sure to do. I wasn't even sure who I was smuggling these goods for but before I could make a decision, they found me. At some point I was knocked out and when I came to, I was standing in some hall of what looked to be a Waterdavian noble. They kept asking me what had happened -- I tried telling them the truth -- they thought I stole the goods for myself. It was just a mess."
"I got the sense I wasn't going to be allowed to leave that place alive and, for the second time in a day, I bolted. I think I headbutted the guard next to me? I don't remember really, it was all a blur. But what I do remember is hearing the blast of something magical behind me and instinctively ducking, felt it pass just over my head as I ran. It hit the doorframe and ricocheted into the side of my head."
"From then, it was just survival. I ran, I hid in the slums for a day, I found this nasty old cloak I've been sweating in and took a flyer looking for adventurers in Leilon. And that's where I met you all."
"I ended up taking the long way around back to Waterdeep, not sure to do. I wasn't even sure who I was smuggling these goods for but before I could make a decision, they found me. At some point I was knocked out and when I came to, I was standing in some hall of what looked to be a Waterdavian noble. They kept asking me what had happened -- I tried telling them the truth -- they thought I stole the goods for myself. It was just a mess."
"I got the sense I wasn't going to be allowed to leave that place alive and, for the second time in a day, I bolted. I think I headbutted the guard next to me? I don't remember really, it was all a blur. But what I do remember is hearing the blast of something magical behind me and instinctively ducking, felt it pass just over my head as I ran. It hit the doorframe and ricocheted into the side of my head."
"From then, it was just survival. I ran, I hid in the slums for a day, I found this nasty old cloak I've been sweating in and took a flyer looking for adventurers in Leilon. And that's where I met you all."
Cain Vance
"So now I'm assuming they're going to be looking for me, still thinking I stole those weapons for myself which is why I've been waiting to get far enough away from the highroad as possible before taking it off."
He pauses once again.
"But that's not the only reason. That blast that hit the side of my head? I don't know what it was, but it didn't leave me looking too great. In fact ..."
He removes the hood.
He pauses once again.
"But that's not the only reason. That blast that hit the side of my head? I don't know what it was, but it didn't leave me looking too great. In fact ..."
He removes the hood.
Updated and saved data for Cain Vance!
Correction: brown hair
Rowan “Ruggo” Rhododendron
Ruggo falls backwards off the log he was sitting on.
Cain Vance
"Uh, let me answer the obvious one. I still see, and I feel all my extremities. I believe it was an illusionary spell of some sort that hit me. Scares me to think what it would have done if it actually hit me."
"You could imagine the stares I got from the locals when I was running away."
Turning to Rowan, "Maybe you could use your disguise spell on me if we ever need to? It seemed to work pretty well, you had us all convinced."
"... or maybe I need a mask. Either way, I'm not sure how long term this is, or if its reversible. The whole reason I joined the adventure was to get away from the coast without drawing suspicion and now that I'm out here, I'm not sure what my plan is."
"You could imagine the stares I got from the locals when I was running away."
Turning to Rowan, "Maybe you could use your disguise spell on me if we ever need to? It seemed to work pretty well, you had us all convinced."
"... or maybe I need a mask. Either way, I'm not sure how long term this is, or if its reversible. The whole reason I joined the adventure was to get away from the coast without drawing suspicion and now that I'm out here, I'm not sure what my plan is."
Cain Vance
Cain nods.
Cain Vance
"No, I don't think so. My head was down as I was running out, and I was quick to exit the building from a window. Other than some locals who had no idea I was being chased, I don't think anyone would have known the indirect results of the spell."
"Though, I suppose I didn't think about the fact you'd be outed as accomplices if I ever got caught. I was just in a panic and was just trying to get away. Now that I am, I could probably take my leave and find somewhere to lay low for a while..."
"Though, I suppose I didn't think about the fact you'd be outed as accomplices if I ever got caught. I was just in a panic and was just trying to get away. Now that I am, I could probably take my leave and find somewhere to lay low for a while..."
Rowan “Ruggo” Rhododendron
"N-now hold your horses just a second, mate. Your a day away from civilization if you head directly back from where you're running from. Alone out here is a death wish. We've been lucky so far, but I reckon we'll have to defend ourselves sometime before we get to the gnomes. So, get that outta yer head, yeh got that?"
Ruggo picks himself off the ground he fell on and approaches Cain with his hand outstretched.
"Yeh mind if I try something? A firbolg trick I know..."
Ruggo picks himself off the ground he fell on and approaches Cain with his hand outstretched.
"Yeh mind if I try something? A firbolg trick I know..."
Rowan “Ruggo” Rhododendron
Rowan casts detect magic.
Storm of Fire casts Minor Illusion!
Storm creates an illusion of a mask with basic human features placed over Cain's face.
Description
You create a sound or an image of an object within range that lasts for the duration. The illusion also ends if you dismiss it as an action or cast this spell again.
If you create a sound, its volume can range from a whisper to a scream. It can be your voice, someone else's voice, a lion's roar, a beating of drums, or any other sound you choose. The sound continues unabated throughout the duration, or you can make discrete sounds at different times before the spell ends.
If you create an image of an object--such as a chair, muddy footprints, or a small chest--it must be no larger than a 5-foot cube. The image can't create sound, light, smell, or any other sensory effect. Physical interaction with the image reveals it to be an illusion, because things can pass through it.
If a creature uses its action to examine the sound or image, the creature can determine that it is an illusion with a successful Intelligence (Investigation) check against your spell save DC. If a creature discerns the illusion for wha...
If you create a sound, its volume can range from a whisper to a scream. It can be your voice, someone else's voice, a lion's roar, a beating of drums, or any other sound you choose. The sound continues unabated throughout the duration, or you can make discrete sounds at different times before the spell ends.
If you create an image of an object--such as a chair, muddy footprints, or a small chest--it must be no larger than a 5-foot cube. The image can't create sound, light, smell, or any other sensory effect. Physical interaction with the image reveals it to be an illusion, because things can pass through it.
If a creature uses its action to examine the sound or image, the creature can determine that it is an illusion with a successful Intelligence (Investigation) check against your spell save DC. If a creature discerns the illusion for wha...
Govath Forgearm
Govath, understanding some of the shipping regulations with weapons from his past job, had been nodding along with the story knowing it would have been a tricky situation to be found in.
However upon Cain removing his hood, his mouth falls open pipe just barely hanging in there and hand stopped mid scratch of his beard. Trying to collect his thoughts while the other were questioning Cain, he can be heard grumbling in a deep voice to himself.
"It is like playing got your nose with the wee ones, but taken too far." Then to Cain "that is quite the predicament you have found yourself in. I have heard tale of invisible blades, but to have your face..."
"What is your plan to gain back your um, face?"
However upon Cain removing his hood, his mouth falls open pipe just barely hanging in there and hand stopped mid scratch of his beard. Trying to collect his thoughts while the other were questioning Cain, he can be heard grumbling in a deep voice to himself.
"It is like playing got your nose with the wee ones, but taken too far." Then to Cain "that is quite the predicament you have found yourself in. I have heard tale of invisible blades, but to have your face..."
"What is your plan to gain back your um, face?"
Cain Vance
"Honestly, I have no idea. This all happened so fast."
Taking a second to think, he finally continues, "I suppose wearing a mask would be an easy way to conceal this, though I would need to find one."
" If you're all concerned about what danger me being around is going to be, I could head out in the morning. Start a new life in Phandalin? Either way, I'm going to have to start looking for powerful spell users who could shed some knowledge on this whole situation."
Taking a second to think, he finally continues, "I suppose wearing a mask would be an easy way to conceal this, though I would need to find one."
" If you're all concerned about what danger me being around is going to be, I could head out in the morning. Start a new life in Phandalin? Either way, I'm going to have to start looking for powerful spell users who could shed some knowledge on this whole situation."
Govath Forgearm
"I am not concerned at all. If some guard catch up with you, we will deal with it in stride."
"A mask would be a good start, perhaps the gnomes might be able to fashion one to your liking. Also, I could ask around when we we are back in Leilon, I have a possible contact there, if you want. See if the guards are searching for you and what they know."
"A mask would be a good start, perhaps the gnomes might be able to fashion one to your liking. Also, I could ask around when we we are back in Leilon, I have a possible contact there, if you want. See if the guards are searching for you and what they know."
Storm of Fire
"Well this certainly is a more than this one bargained for when stepping on your shores. Yet all I can think of are the songs and poems there will be to tell about it! I came for excitement, inspiration and discovery and now I am certain there will be no shortage. And that is good."
Turning to Ruggo he adds...
"So Guide Ruggo...we have heard the wild tales of us three, it is time for you to step up and amaze us. But to be honest, I do not think you can top the faceless one."
Storm recovers his Lute once more and plucks a new, more lively tune.
Turning to Ruggo he adds...
"So Guide Ruggo...we have heard the wild tales of us three, it is time for you to step up and amaze us. But to be honest, I do not think you can top the faceless one."
Storm recovers his Lute once more and plucks a new, more lively tune.
Rowan “Ruggo” Rhododendron
Once again at all eyes (and a fleshy blank face) on him, Ruggo gets noticeably uncomfortable. He fidgets with his hat and plays with a twig he finds on the ground beside him.
"Well, if yer wanting more excitement don't lookit me. Nothin really to tell. Grew up in the forest, learned the land. Left about..." he scratches his bearded chin "...ten years ago now. Jus' been making my way in the world, doin what I know."
"Well, if yer wanting more excitement don't lookit me. Nothin really to tell. Grew up in the forest, learned the land. Left about..." he scratches his bearded chin "...ten years ago now. Jus' been making my way in the world, doin what I know."
Rowan “Ruggo” Rhododendron
"Yeah, there are hundreds of firbolg clans in the High Forest, and we mingle whenever we cross paths. We're the keepers of the forest, tending to the plants and animals, hunting to reduce overpopulation. It's better for the land to have many small clans constantly on the move. We don't take everything from a place and leave it empty like...some other species."
Ruggo gets noticeably more comfortable as he talks about home. "I do have family, sure. Friends too." and turning to Cain to address his last question, then not knowing where to look since there are no eyes to make contact with, shifts focus to the ground and the twig he's been scraping the earth with, "...and I ain't a guide. I'm a ranger."
Ruggo gets noticeably more comfortable as he talks about home. "I do have family, sure. Friends too." and turning to Cain to address his last question, then not knowing where to look since there are no eyes to make contact with, shifts focus to the ground and the twig he's been scraping the earth with, "...and I ain't a guide. I'm a ranger."
Storm of Fire
Storm takes in all their stories, keeping the details in mind for future song inspiration. As the conversations continue, Storm puts aside his Lute and begins collecting the bones from dinner.
"If you will excuse me, this one wishes to do some work before I take first watch tonight."
He takes the bones over to the remains of the deer and begins sets off to work on his Tome of Bones.
"If you will excuse me, this one wishes to do some work before I take first watch tonight."
He takes the bones over to the remains of the deer and begins sets off to work on his Tome of Bones.
Cain Vance
It was getting late and Cain was beginning to feel the exhaustion from the stress of being on the run. It also seemed clear that Rowan didn't want to elaborate much about himself, so he thought it might be a good time to call it.
"I guess we have a big day tomorrow, so we should probably pack it in?"
"I guess we have a big day tomorrow, so we should probably pack it in?"
Rowan “Ruggo” Rhododendron
With a nod and a grunt Ruggo unfurls his bedroll near the fire, and stretches out on his back, arms behind his head. He watches the clouds move to reveal small pockets of stars until his cigar goes out.
Dungeon Master
The four of you settle in for the night, doing your best to get comfortable on the rocky ground. Storm stays up under the twinkling stars to keep watch.
@Ostil, make a Perception check
Dungeon Master
You keep your eyes and ears open as your companions drift off to sleep, your music easing them into peaceful slumber. As you glimpse up at the stars peeking out between the clouds above, your attention is drawn downward slightly to the cliffs ahead of you. Far in the distance, some winged creature takes off from a cliff and flies in a wide circle before heading further around the mountain and out of your sight. However, nothing comes near your campsite, and little more than the softly howling wind reaches your ears.
Dungeon Master
Govath rouses from his sleep for the second watch as Storm prepares his bedroll and passes out quickly after an extra long day.
@scott, make a Perception check
Govath Forgearm
Govath lights his pipe and throws a few branches on the fire to begin his watch.
Dungeon Master
The warmth of the fire and the comfort of the pipe lure Govath into a drowsy state, and a couple of times through his watch he catches himself dozing off. Nonetheless, the dawn arrives without any cause for concern, and the remaining three awake feeling refreshed and ready for the second day's journey into the Sword Mountains.
@Players, remember to
!lr
and !consume
Calendar of Harptos
4th day of Eleasis (Highsun), 1481
Moon Phase / Season
🌗 Last Quarter
☀️ Summer
☀️ Summer
Today's Weather: Mountain, Summer
Weather
☀ Clear
Wind
💨 6 mph (3 m/s),
→
EastTemperature
🌡 High: 67 °F (19 °C) | Low: 59 °F (15 °C)
Storm of Fire
Storm slowly wakes up, stretching and looking up at the sky. A clear sky is a much better improvement than the last few days. He packs up his bedroll and is grateful it was decently crafted.
"Hope you all slept well last night. Govath did you see anything during your watch?"
Turning towards the group.
"There was the sillouette of a winged beast soaring over the mountains during my watch. It flew beyond the peaks and out of sight. It was in the distance but let us be mindful of this."
"Hope you all slept well last night. Govath did you see anything during your watch?"
Turning towards the group.
"There was the sillouette of a winged beast soaring over the mountains during my watch. It flew beyond the peaks and out of sight. It was in the distance but let us be mindful of this."
Dungeon Master
Your morning travels are exceptionally pleasant, the sun overhead making it feel warmer than it actually is. The cool mountain breeze reminds you that if ever your travels take you higher up the mountains, you may want to invest in some warmer clothing. Nonetheless, the clear day and your regular traveling clothes are enough to keep you comfortable as you set off further into the mountains.
Before long, the patches of grass you were still seeing from time to time disappear completely as you enter a valley, mountain on the left and rocky hills on the right. The terrain becomes more and more difficult, and by late afternoon you enter an area where frequent rock slides have left the ground beneath your feet jagged. To continue this way could easily add an extra half a day to your trip.
Looking around, you notice to your left that a steep incline leads up about 18 feet to a narrow ridge, no more than 10 feet wide. The ridge seems to continue off into the distance, and may be a faster way of traversing this particular valley.
Before long, the patches of grass you were still seeing from time to time disappear completely as you enter a valley, mountain on the left and rocky hills on the right. The terrain becomes more and more difficult, and by late afternoon you enter an area where frequent rock slides have left the ground beneath your feet jagged. To continue this way could easily add an extra half a day to your trip.
Looking around, you notice to your left that a steep incline leads up about 18 feet to a narrow ridge, no more than 10 feet wide. The ridge seems to continue off into the distance, and may be a faster way of traversing this particular valley.
Storm of Fire
Storm considers both options. The narrow, more exposed ridgeline or the more concealed but precariously rocky valley. He knows he's quite nimble and can manage a little terrain difficulty but casts a side glance at the older dwarf...
"This one is capable of either. But we should consider other factors. We may be exposed to that winged beast if we travel on the ridge. Though who knows what things lurk here in the valley. I think the valley may be a safer option ironically though it would depend on how succesful we are in finding food and water. However I leave the choice to our trusty guide."
"This one is capable of either. But we should consider other factors. We may be exposed to that winged beast if we travel on the ridge. Though who knows what things lurk here in the valley. I think the valley may be a safer option ironically though it would depend on how succesful we are in finding food and water. However I leave the choice to our trusty guide."
Dungeon Master
The ridge seems solid and stable as you take the time to carefully observe it, leading you to believe that the rock slides which formed the terrain before you happened long ago. The shape of the surrounding hills must divert the majority of rainwater elsewhere, preventing the rocks in this valley from being smoothed by erosion.
Dungeon Master
Govath does his best to stay vigilant, but it's too pleasant a day to really try that hard, and so he primarily continues onward enjoying the sunshine and the clear mountain breeze, giving very little thought to the possibility of hazards around the party.
The four of you carry on, pushing forward along this ridge, taking care to stay close to the side of the mountain to avoid any unfortunate accidents. An hour or so passes before you hear a faint noise carried on the wind. It seems to gradually grow around you, until your ears recognize it as a pleasant melody - two voices harmonizing and getting ever-closer. The song has an enchanting quality to it, and the four of you feel strangely drawn toward it...
The four of you carry on, pushing forward along this ridge, taking care to stay close to the side of the mountain to avoid any unfortunate accidents. An hour or so passes before you hear a faint noise carried on the wind. It seems to gradually grow around you, until your ears recognize it as a pleasant melody - two voices harmonizing and getting ever-closer. The song has an enchanting quality to it, and the four of you feel strangely drawn toward it...
I need every player to make two Wisdom saving throws
If you have advantage against being Charmed, you have advantage now
Dungeon Master
Ruggo's eyes dart around looking for the source of the song, when he notices Storm, Govath and Cain slowly tilt their heads upward. Looking above, he sees an outcropping of rock in the distance which Govath seems to have missed when keeping an eye out. Slowly descending from the platform above are two figures, vaguely humanoid in appearance, save for the large wings which carry them gently to your level, about 30 feet from the edge of the ridge on which the party now stands. Each of them is singing one part of the beautiful harmony now very clearly heard all around you.
Ruggo notices his companions' eyes track the creatures descent, gaze fixed and unwavering. Suddenly, Storm seems to come to himself, shaking his head for a moment and looking around as though he had forgotten where he was. Both he and Ruggo realize the severity of their predicament when Cain and Govath each begin to walk slowly toward the edge of the ridge.
Ruggo notices his companions' eyes track the creatures descent, gaze fixed and unwavering. Suddenly, Storm seems to come to himself, shaking his head for a moment and looking around as though he had forgotten where he was. Both he and Ruggo realize the severity of their predicament when Cain and Govath each begin to walk slowly toward the edge of the ridge.
Dungeon Master
Ruggo takes a shot at the first Harpy, injuring it pretty heavily - but it continues its song, luring Govath over the edge onto the jagged rocks below. With a grin, the Harpy descends upon its prey, dealing significant damage to the prone Govath below. Storm manages to snap Cain out of his trance with some Bardic Inspiration and a quick claw attack, and Cain leaps down into the valley in pursuit of the first Harpy. Landing gracefully, he uses his momentum to launch two strikes at the Harpy, leaving it bloodied. One swift crossbow bolt from Ruggo's weapon puts the creature out of its misery.
The Harpy dead, Govath comes to his senses. "Ah Cain did you fall down here as well?" he quips, launching an arrow from his shortbow into the remaining Harpy's leg. "Haha, no, just came down to wake you up", Cain replies, giving a wave of gratitude to Ruggo above (which Storm misinterprets as being directed at him.
The remaining Harpy, no adventurers left in its thrall, makes a desperate attempt to pull Ruggo over the edge. "Oh no yeh don't, mangy bugger!" Ruggo yells, sidestepping its grasp. It attempts to flee, but Storm and Ruggo are too quick for it. "Not so fast, yeh ugly mug", Ruggo mutters before launching one final bolt into the creatures chest. It falls backward over the ridge, tumbling to the bottom of the valley and leaving the four adventurers alone but separated - Storm and Ruggo upon the ridge, and Cain and Govath in the valley below.
The Harpy dead, Govath comes to his senses. "Ah Cain did you fall down here as well?" he quips, launching an arrow from his shortbow into the remaining Harpy's leg. "Haha, no, just came down to wake you up", Cain replies, giving a wave of gratitude to Ruggo above (which Storm misinterprets as being directed at him.
The remaining Harpy, no adventurers left in its thrall, makes a desperate attempt to pull Ruggo over the edge. "Oh no yeh don't, mangy bugger!" Ruggo yells, sidestepping its grasp. It attempts to flee, but Storm and Ruggo are too quick for it. "Not so fast, yeh ugly mug", Ruggo mutters before launching one final bolt into the creatures chest. It falls backward over the ridge, tumbling to the bottom of the valley and leaving the four adventurers alone but separated - Storm and Ruggo upon the ridge, and Cain and Govath in the valley below.
Rowan “Ruggo” Rhododendron
Ruggo unclips the rope from his bag and tosses an end down.
Cain Vance
Climbing up, Cain thanks Rowan. Turning to Govath.
"It seems these Harpies have a way with music, had us completely entranced. You, unfortunately, walked right off the ledge trying to get to one. Thankfully, Storm here smacked some sense into me before I did the same."
"I wonder if these were the winged creatures you guys saw on watch last night ..."
"It seems these Harpies have a way with music, had us completely entranced. You, unfortunately, walked right off the ledge trying to get to one. Thankfully, Storm here smacked some sense into me before I did the same."
"I wonder if these were the winged creatures you guys saw on watch last night ..."
@Pleebz; Was the creature I saw over the mountains bigger than the harpies?
You were unable to tell its size for certain, as it was barely larger than a speck at the distance you saw it. It very well could've been a Harpy that you saw
Storm of Fire
"It is good to see you all are well...mostly. To Cain's point, these may have been the beasts I saw last night. They were far and hardly a speck along the night sky but regardless, we should continue cautiously along this ridge."
Turning to the whole group;
"Let us have a short rest here and continue onwards if the guide agrees."
Turning to the whole group;
"Let us have a short rest here and continue onwards if the guide agrees."
Govath Forgearm
Govath diligently cleans and bandages the severe wounds he suffered, and feels fully refreshed after snacking on some rations.
Cain Vance makes a Perception check!
1d20 (3) + 4 =
Having survived the encounter nearly unscathed, Cain takes a high point advantage and keeps a lookout for any danger while the others rest and patch up their wounds. He also pays close attention to see if he could spot any evidence of unnatural installations that would allude to the gnomes presence.
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Having survived the encounter nearly unscathed, Cain takes a high point advantage and keeps a lookout for any danger while the others rest and patch up their wounds. He also pays close attention to see if he could spot any evidence of unnatural installations that would allude to the gnomes presence.
Dungeon Master
Over the course of the hour you keep an eye out, paying special attention to the cliffs and peaks above you after the last unfortunate surprise. However, you don't notice anything which worries you - just the occasional mountain goat passing by or bird overhead. Nor can you see any unnatural structures of any kind as you peer ahead of you.
Storm of Fire
As the hour passes, Storm finishes what he can of the Harpy and looks at the second one regretfully.
"Ah if only we had more time to waste today, it would have been good to finish my entry of this Harpy beast. But our task comes first. Perhaps we shall find more on the way."
He cleans up and packs his things away, satisfied with his progress.
"Ah if only we had more time to waste today, it would have been good to finish my entry of this Harpy beast. But our task comes first. Perhaps we shall find more on the way."
He cleans up and packs his things away, satisfied with his progress.
Dungeon Master
The four of you carry on along the ridge and are disturbed no further. Gradually it begins to descend, bringing you back down to the base of the mountain. The terrain continues to be rocky, but the roughest patch seems to be behind you and you're able to continue on at normal speed.
The day begins to cool as late afternoon turns to evening, and as the sun descends behind the western peaks now at your back, you decide it's probably about time to set up camp. You must be fairly close to Gnomengarde now, but finding the entrance is a task for daylight.
The day begins to cool as late afternoon turns to evening, and as the sun descends behind the western peaks now at your back, you decide it's probably about time to set up camp. You must be fairly close to Gnomengarde now, but finding the entrance is a task for daylight.
Dungeon Master
Ruggo returns as the last of the sunlight begins to fade. The hunt was more difficult, your new environment being less suited to the majority of animals found around the Sword Coast, but he manages to snag a large mountain goat which should provide enough for a couple of meals. During his hunt he is also able to discover a mountain stream not too far from where you set up camp - you are all able to go and fill up your waterskins before settling in.
Each party member gets: 2 Rations, 2 Water
Each party member gets: 2 Rations, 2 Water
Dungeon Master
Near the stream where you are able to fill your waterskins, a handful of small trees is growing along the bank. Between Govath and Cain, a hearty amount is collected - enough to keep the fire warm enough to combat the coolness of the night.
Storm of Fire
Storm prepares the fire with the abundance of wood that was collected.
"There are few that live above the canopy of the jungles along the mountains but are rarely seen down in the jungle. There are many beasts that dwell in the jungle that would gladly feast upon a goat. But the goats of your lands certainly look different and will make a great addition to the Tome. Please try to preserve the bones."
"There are few that live above the canopy of the jungles along the mountains but are rarely seen down in the jungle. There are many beasts that dwell in the jungle that would gladly feast upon a goat. But the goats of your lands certainly look different and will make a great addition to the Tome. Please try to preserve the bones."
Storm of Fire
During the evening after eating a deliciously prepared Goat, Storm excuses himself to do some work on his Tome. As he grabs his tools he says;
"One night or sometime, I can teach you a dice game played in Port Nyanzaru. It is called Jungle Jinx. However this one wishes to work on this goat before retiring for the night."
"One night or sometime, I can teach you a dice game played in Port Nyanzaru. It is called Jungle Jinx. However this one wishes to work on this goat before retiring for the night."
Dungeon Master
Keeping the fire going strong and his cloak wrapped tightly around him, Cain settles in for first watch under the twinkling stars above. The half-moon above shines a dim light on the party's surroundings, visible high over the peaks of the Sword Mountains. Little more sound reaches Cain's ears than the gentle howl of the mountain winds and the distant sound of the stream to the east. The first watch goes undisturbed.
Rowan “Ruggo” Rhododendron
Ruggo lights himself a cigar and takes his watch until dawn.
(Perception check, @Wolverbane )
Dungeon Master
The second watch passes much like the first. Ruggo occasionally hears small rocks falling, the sound echoing from the valley traversed the previous day. The party remains safe until dawn, and awakens feeling refreshed and ready to hunt down the elusive settlement of Gnomengarde.
Calendar of Harptos
5th day of Eleasis (Highsun), 1481
Moon Phase / Season
🌗 Last Quarter
☀️ Summer
☀️ Summer
Today's Weather: Mountain, Summer
Weather
🌧 Downpour
Wind
💨 11 mph (5 m/s),
↓
SouthTemperature
🌡 High: 64 °F (18 °C) | Low: 58 °F (14 °C)
Dungeon Master
While packing up bedrolls and other belongings, the clouds begin to roll in once more, blocking out the sunshine so thoroughly enjoyed the day before. The party is in for a cold, wet day, as the rain begins to fall just as they set off in search of their destination.
Storm of Fire
Storm quickly bundles his belongings and covers his valuables inside his cloak. Looking up at the inevitable downpour, he slightly wishes for the protective canopy of the jungle above his head.
"This one does not know the language. I have met many gnomes that speak common, but I do not know about these Rock Gnomes of Gnomengarde. This may prove to be a unique challenge."
"This one does not know the language. I have met many gnomes that speak common, but I do not know about these Rock Gnomes of Gnomengarde. This may prove to be a unique challenge."
Dungeon Master
You know at this point that the mysterious Gnomengarde must be somewhere nearby, but since so few people have actually visited it, its exact position is unclear. Eager to find shelter from the increasingly-heavy rain, you set about looking for signs of civilization in this remote area of the mountains.
So...how does the party go about looking for Gnomengarde?
Ruggo will search for tracks.
Storm will climb up on high outcroppings and ground to search for signs of caves.
Govath will check along the rock face of the mountain for any openings
Cain will keep a general lookout for any signs of dangers (harpies, etc.) in the middle of the group.
@Wolverbane Survival
@Ostil Perception
@scott Investigation
@Osteel Perception
@Ostil Perception
@scott Investigation
@Osteel Perception
Dungeon Master
Ruggo scans the rocky earth for any sign of tracks, but it's an exercise in futility. Not only is is pouring rain, but the rocky earth here doesn't sustain much of an imprint to begin with. In time, it occurs to him that these Gnomes are known for being reclusive and probably don't venture far from their settlement often, if at all.
Storm manages to find enough footholds to get up to higher ground. Peering ahead, he is unable to see any cave openings, but gets a better look at the stream, which seems to wind its way around a bend in the mountain on which he's currently perched.
Govath wanders along the rock wall, tracing his fingers against it as he walks along, humming the Harpies' song from the day before. After a while, he realizes he hasn't been paying much attention, but figures if there had been a cave, surely he would've noticed it.
Cain keeps a sharp eye out for any danger and does spot a couple of Harpies on a distant cliff. Much to his relief, after a few moments they take off and fly in the opposite direction.
Storm manages to find enough footholds to get up to higher ground. Peering ahead, he is unable to see any cave openings, but gets a better look at the stream, which seems to wind its way around a bend in the mountain on which he's currently perched.
Govath wanders along the rock wall, tracing his fingers against it as he walks along, humming the Harpies' song from the day before. After a while, he realizes he hasn't been paying much attention, but figures if there had been a cave, surely he would've noticed it.
Cain keeps a sharp eye out for any danger and does spot a couple of Harpies on a distant cliff. Much to his relief, after a few moments they take off and fly in the opposite direction.
Storm of Fire
Storm climbs down from his perch and regroups with the party. Shouting over the downpour he informs them of what he say.
"The stream of water we sourced yesterday continues to wind forward through the mountain but takes a bend a little further up. I did not see anything else however it does occur to me that perhaps these Gnomes may live near this water source. Perhaps following the river a little while may yield a discovery. Guide Ruggo, should we scout it to at least the next bend?"
"The stream of water we sourced yesterday continues to wind forward through the mountain but takes a bend a little further up. I did not see anything else however it does occur to me that perhaps these Gnomes may live near this water source. Perhaps following the river a little while may yield a discovery. Guide Ruggo, should we scout it to at least the next bend?"
Dungeon Master
You make your way down to the bank of the stream and take note of the fact that it seems to be flowing southwest, partially in the direction which you came from. You decide the wisest course of action would be to head upstream to find the source. You follow it for a couple of hours, coming across multiple areas where the flow joins other streams at various forks. The shallow stream you were once following is more like a small river now, and as it bends deeper into the mountains, you begin to hear the sound of a waterfall echoing off the walls of stone.
Along the way, you stop to fill up your waterskins.
Each party member gets: 1 Water
Along the way, you stop to fill up your waterskins.
Each party member gets: 1 Water
Dungeon Master
As your party begins to see around the curved wall of rock, a beautiful sight meets your eyes. Erosion from a tall waterfall in the distance has carved out a large natural concavity from which the river originates. The roar of the waterfall creates a cloud of mist as it plunges into a large pool of water below, inside of which rise two small islands covered in two-foot-tall mushrooms of red, green and purple. Several small cave openings overlook the pool from rocky ledges twenty to thirty feet above. What little sunlight is pushing through the clouds is blocked by the surrounding mountains (and thankfully, a good amount of the rain is too), but the giant mushrooms appear to cast a dim, bioluminescent glow, giving their surroundings an otherworldly aura.
Dungeon Master
As Ruggo's eyes peer around, jumping from cave opening to cave opening, he doesn't spot any signs of movement. Additionally, it's hard to hear much over the roar of the waterfall. It seems as though any Gnomes who may be residing here are staying warm and dry inside.
Dungeon Master
The four of you advance along the river to the edge of the pool. To your right, across the water is a ledge about 30 feet high, atop which is one of the cave entrances. Ahead of you, across the pool and in front of the waterfall, appears to be some kind of rope bridge extending between two more ledges, each a little shorter than the first. Partially accessible without crossing the pool is a fourth ledge, about the same height as the ones connected by the rope bridge. Finally, directly to your left you see another ledge - except this one has what appears to be a walkway hewn out of the rock, which provides an easy path up to the cave opening at the top.
A map of what you can see is provided in #handouts. You are approaching from the top-right of the map, which is southwest (North is down).
The pool is approximately three feet deep, and the river only two feet deep. Each square is five feet.
The pool is approximately three feet deep, and the river only two feet deep. Each square is five feet.
Rowan “Ruggo” Rhododendron
Ruggo looks confusedly at Storm since he never mentioned anything about east.
Dungeon Master
The four of you turn left and walk up the path leading to the cave opening above. Peering inside, you see a short hallway, its ceiling a mere seven feet above the ground, dimly lit by a couple of oil lanterns hung on some kind of pulley system. The hallway seems to branch, a path to the left opening to what appears to be a small room, and the path straight ahead leading to a fork. The only sound you hear is the roar of the waterfall echoing through the tunnel.
(Map updated)
Dungeon Master
No voice echoes back in response, but you think you hear the faint sound of gears grinding and something clicking into place, barely audible over the ever-present sound of water crashing into the pool outside.
Note: The hallway you are in is clearly designed for smaller creatures than yourselves. Those of you over 6 feet tall find yourselves crouching to avoid hitting your heads against the oil lanterns, and you are only able to travel in single-file. What is the party's marching order?
Which direction is the party moving - left, or straight?
Straight
Storm takes up the rear of the marching order.
Cain takes second position.
Looks like I'm third
Dungeon Master
Govath pushes his way to the front of the line, Cain falling into position behind him, prepared to negotiate in Gnomish as needed. Ruggo falls in line behind Cain, and Storm brings up the rear.
Storm quickly and quietly darts down the left hallway to get a quick glimpse at the room beyond, carefully lowering his head to avoid hitting any hanging lamps. As he peers in, he sees what appears to be a dining area - several tables and chairs sized for Gnomes are littered about the room, and a wooden cabinet sits against the wall to the far right.
The rest of the party marches cautiously forward, reaching the end of the hallway. As soon as Govath passes the corner, a loud scream pierces the air, something between a battle cry and a shout of terror...
Storm quickly and quietly darts down the left hallway to get a quick glimpse at the room beyond, carefully lowering his head to avoid hitting any hanging lamps. As he peers in, he sees what appears to be a dining area - several tables and chairs sized for Gnomes are littered about the room, and a wooden cabinet sits against the wall to the far right.
The rest of the party marches cautiously forward, reaching the end of the hallway. As soon as Govath passes the corner, a loud scream pierces the air, something between a battle cry and a shout of terror...
Heavy Crossbow
Before Govath can even take in the scene, a crossbow bolt comes flying toward him.
To Hit
2d20kh1 (15, 2) + 5 =
20
Damage
1d10 (5) =
5
(Outside of initiative, you will need to mod your HP yourself. In this case, @scott will need to run
!game hp mod -5
)Dungeon Master
It sinks into his shoulder with a thud, and as he looks up, he sees a strange sight indeed - in the middle of a small room to his right, there seems to be four heavy crossbows mounted upon some kind of rotating platform, each one facing a different direction. A complex set of machinery is set up to load, draw and release bolts from each of the weapons, all connected to a chair mounted six feet above the platform. Atop the chair, surrounded by a ring of levers, switches and buttons, sits a female Gnome with frizzy black hair. Her eyes are wide and frantic as she shouts out once more.
Cain Vance
Feeling the weight of Govath bounce back into him from the weight of the bolt strike, Cain shouts loudly in the direction of the voice
"rdaqr! lc'gc jgfcobr!" he shouts in Gnomish, and continuing in common, "We've come on behalf of the Lances of Leilon and Captain Reynold to discuss a cooperation between Gnomengarde and the Kingdom!"
"rdaqr! lc'gc jgfcobr!" he shouts in Gnomish, and continuing in common, "We've come on behalf of the Lances of Leilon and Captain Reynold to discuss a cooperation between Gnomengarde and the Kingdom!"
Rowan “Ruggo” Rhododendron
Ruggo runs a dozen different plans through his head, but being so large in a very small space, and stuck between Cain and Storm, he decides best course is to let the others talk.
Dungeon Master
The Gnome upon the device yanks two levers and the platform beneath her rotates swiftly, gears making a loud grinding noise as a new loaded crossbow points in your direction. You watch as a new bolt falls into place, dispensed from some kind of tube, into the old crossbow, and a metal hook draws back the string.
She hesitates for a moment at the sound of her native tongue, fingers hovering threateningly over a large button that you can only assume would launch another bolt. Her wide eyes narrow in suspicion as she speaks again.
She hesitates for a moment at the sound of her native tongue, fingers hovering threateningly over a large button that you can only assume would launch another bolt. Her wide eyes narrow in suspicion as she speaks again.
@scott, make a Persuasion check
Dungeon Master
Her hand lowers, now touching the button with her palm - she looks like she means business.
Rowan “Ruggo” Rhododendron
Ruggo puts his hands on top of his hat as he ducks and moves forward into the room.
Rowan “Ruggo” Rhododendron
Ruggo very slowly reaches to the pocket and produces the rolled up job board page, handing it to Cain.
Dungeon Master
The four of you cram your way into the southern end of the room as the curious Gnome peers at you from her perch, hand never moving from the trigger button. Her eyes have a wildness to them that suggests she might be happiest using her contraption whether you're telling the truth or not. Nonetheless, no bolt fires in your direction.
She listens to Cain's words, then watches Ruggo reach into his pocket...
She listens to Cain's words, then watches Ruggo reach into his pocket...
Rowan “Ruggo” Rhododendron
Ruggo freezes his movement.
Cain Vance
"We're from Leilon, just west of Gnomegarde. I'm Cain, this is Rowan, Storm and ...", making an obvious gesture with he eyes, he points at the wound, "Govath".
"We were sent on behalf of the Lances of Leilon to seek an alliance between them and Gnomegarde with regards to a White Dragon. Though ... it seems like you might be having some problems of your own? Maybe could we be of some assistance?"
Cain senses an opportunity to make good with the Gnomes to help them achieve their goal of securing magical technology for Leilon.
"We were sent on behalf of the Lances of Leilon to seek an alliance between them and Gnomegarde with regards to a White Dragon. Though ... it seems like you might be having some problems of your own? Maybe could we be of some assistance?"
Cain senses an opportunity to make good with the Gnomes to help them achieve their goal of securing magical technology for Leilon.
Dungeon Master
You hear Govath mutter something in Dwarvish under his breath.
She eyes Cain warily as he offers his explanation, then seems to think for a bit before responding.
She eyes Cain warily as he offers his explanation, then seems to think for a bit before responding.
Facktoré
"Leilon. Hmmmm. Y'know, I think I do remember that name. That's the place what my relatives in Ieirithymbul goes and trades with every now and then. Bunch'a Humans and Elves and other folk there. Not for me.
Listen, we don't care much for the problems of y'folks what're out there. No White Dragon's gunna find or give two spores 'bout Gnomengarde. And we've got enough problems of our own."
Listen, we don't care much for the problems of y'folks what're out there. No White Dragon's gunna find or give two spores 'bout Gnomengarde. And we've got enough problems of our own."
Dungeon Master
Turning to Cain, she says...
Cain Vance
_Nudging Rowan in the side, Cain replies in common for the benefit of his companions, "I used to work for the trade and shipments branch for Waterdeep and have had many dealings with the Gnomes. Learning the language was a necessity to allow for clear communication."
"And you're right, a dragon might not suddenly come storming in here but --- ", gesturing to the groups very diverse racial composition, "--- there are a lot of other people out there who are pretty terrified about it."
"All we're hoping for is to talk about possible tech, inventions, what have you, that could aid in the defense of the coast. Maybe in exchange, we can help you? You mentioned something snatching your friends ... is that why it seems awfully quiet here?"
"And you're right, a dragon might not suddenly come storming in here but --- ", gesturing to the groups very diverse racial composition, "--- there are a lot of other people out there who are pretty terrified about it."
"All we're hoping for is to talk about possible tech, inventions, what have you, that could aid in the defense of the coast. Maybe in exchange, we can help you? You mentioned something snatching your friends ... is that why it seems awfully quiet here?"
Dungeon Master
Facktoré pauses to give thought to Cain's words. Finally, her hand relaxes off the button. She pulls out a wrench from a belt around her waist and clambers down from her perch and immediately begins adjusting various pieces of the device.
Facktoré
"Alright, y'don't seem like anything I gotta worry about so this conversation is over. I just got an idea for how I can double this baby's firin' power and I gotta get it done before I forget.
If y'serious about helping out Gnomengarde, y'need to talk to Fibblestib and Dabbledob across the river. They seem t'have a better handle on the situation than any of us. I'll let y'pass, just don't touch anythin' and don't disturb me at my work."
If y'serious about helping out Gnomengarde, y'need to talk to Fibblestib and Dabbledob across the river. They seem t'have a better handle on the situation than any of us. I'll let y'pass, just don't touch anythin' and don't disturb me at my work."
Dungeon Master
The Gnome doesn't even look up from her work as she responds.
Dungeon Master
You hear the loud snapping of a heavy crossbow's drawstring, and then a sharp exclamation of minor pain from the Gnome crouched over it.
Dungeon Master
The four of you carefully edge your way around Facktoré's dangerous contraption and continue into the hallway on the other side. You hear the sound of the waterfall growing louder once more as the hallway curves toward a stairway which leads to one of the ledges you spotted outside. To the left is another hallway, which leads to a door at the far-end, and another branch on your right.
Rowan “Ruggo” Rhododendron
Ruggo casts Detect Magic and holds his concentration as they walk through the tunnels.
Dungeon Master
A lot of things happen at once as you round the corner heading north toward the rope bridge.
First, as Ruggo casts Detect Magic, he is immediately aware of a magical aura saturating the air all around him, chaotic and blended. It's hard to pick out any one thing because because it all seems so fleeting, like invisible rivers coursing every which way at once. Suddenly, the party hears a voice behind them...
First, as Ruggo casts Detect Magic, he is immediately aware of a magical aura saturating the air all around him, chaotic and blended. It's hard to pick out any one thing because because it all seems so fleeting, like invisible rivers coursing every which way at once. Suddenly, the party hears a voice behind them...
Dungeon Master
In front of the party is a cavern with a ten-foot-high ledge, on top of which stand two Gnomes who snap to attention at the sight of you. Each of them quickly takes a defensive stance.
Dungeon Master
The party's eyes dash back and forth, ahead and behind - sure enough, behind you stands...Ruggo. He has a confused expression on his face.
Rowan “Ruggo” Rhododendron
Ruggo uses his action to push the focus of his detect magic specifically towards the doppelgänger.
Is the duplicate also 8 feet tall and crouching? Or smaller?
It looks exactly the same in every way
Dungeon Master
The figure before you glows with a magical aura as chaotic and unclassifiable as the rest of the atmosphere around you. Meanwhile, as the party hesitates in confusion, the Gnomes above seem to be getting impatient. The male turns a small wand toward you all.
Cain Vance
Cain looks back at the fake Rowan and back at the real one and whispers, "What the hell ... ?"
Turning to the two gnomes above them, Cain calls up, "lc'gc jgfcobr aj ioasciegbc, rcod jgas ncfnao. lc'wc engcebh scd lfdm jexdagc e jcl sfotdcr eia, eob rmc'r fordgtxdcb tr da jfob jfuuncrdfu eob beuuncbau. latnb dmed uc hat dla?"
And continuing in common as he turns and points at the clone, "And is this your doing? Its very impressive."
Turning to the two gnomes above them, Cain calls up, "lc'gc jgfcobr aj ioasciegbc, rcod jgas ncfnao. lc'wc engcebh scd lfdm jexdagc e jcl sfotdcr eia, eob rmc'r fordgtxdcb tr da jfob jfuuncrdfu eob beuuncbau. latnb dmed uc hat dla?"
And continuing in common as he turns and points at the clone, "And is this your doing? Its very impressive."
Storm of Fire
Storm looks back and forth between the two Ruggos, amused by the whole ordeal. He turns to one that had appeared behind him and says;
"Ah Leader Rowan! How did you get behind me and this...imposter in front of me. I must not have been doing a very good job at watching the rear."
Storm purposely uses leader instead of guide and Rowan instead of Ruggo.
"Ah Leader Rowan! How did you get behind me and this...imposter in front of me. I must not have been doing a very good job at watching the rear."
Storm purposely uses leader instead of guide and Rowan instead of Ruggo.
Dungeon Master
The female Gnome turns to the male one and speaks...
Dungeon Master
As the party moves forward into the cavern (an extra Ruggo in tow), the male Gnome turns once more to speak, wand never lowering.
Dungeon Master
The Ruggo bringing up the rear turns to Storm, a puzzled expression on his face.
Cain Vance
Beginning to understand the situation a little more, Cain continues his dialogue with the pair of Gnomes, "Pog and Ulla is it? Let's just take a second to just figure this out. Factore mentioned something was kidnapping the inhabitants of Gnomengarde? And you suspect it might be this ... shapeshifter?"
Turning to the group, and specifically looking at the Rowan behind them, "Clearly there is one amongst us already.", and looking back and forth between the two of them, "Now the question is ... which one of you is the shapeshifter?"
Turning to the group, and specifically looking at the Rowan behind them, "Clearly there is one amongst us already.", and looking back and forth between the two of them, "Now the question is ... which one of you is the shapeshifter?"
Storm of Fire
"Now let us think about this logically under the...supervision of our Gnome friends here. Now I do not know much about this kind of magic but such a thing surely requires concentration or at least consciousness. And I know the real Ruggo would do what's best for the party."
Turning his head between the two Ruggos he pats the rapier under his cloak.
"Let's knock them both out."
Turning his head between the two Ruggos he pats the rapier under his cloak.
"Let's knock them both out."
Dungeon Master
However, that particular Ruggo never finishes his thought, because all of the sudden, he vanishes from your sight - dispersing into the air like the fine mist covering most of the inside of this cavern.
Cain Vance
Following Storm's comment, "Same ... " and quickly turning to Ulla, "Yes, it would appear so. Now that we're all very aware that a shapeshifter is amongst us, maybe you could begin telling us what's going on, or allow us to pass to discuss the matter with Fibblestib and Dabbledob? You're welcome to join us, of course."
@Osteel, make a Persuasion check
Cain Vance
"No, there's something fishy going on here. Factore had mentioned something was stealing gnomes away, and now these two are talking about a shapeshifter who, until a moment ago, was clearly among us. Makes me wonder if the two are connected", he answers while waiting for Rowan to hand over the contract.
Rowan “Ruggo” Rhododendron
Ruggo hands the contract over to Cain.
Rowan “Ruggo” Rhododendron
Ruggo gets a lump in his throat when Govath mentions invisibility.
Dungeon Master
A horrified expression slowly dawns on both of the Gnomes' faces at the thought.
Dungeon Master
The female Gnome, which Cain has identified as Ulla, looks at her companion with pleading eyes.
Dungeon Master
The male Gnome, Pog, considers her words for a moment, then addresses the party, finally lowering his wand.
Pog
"My apologies if my suspicion is unwarranted, but Gnomengarde is going through a bit of an ordeal right now, and we rarely have outsiders visit even in the best of times. The worst part is, we know very little of the threat which we are up against. But if your intention is to help, you are right to seek out Fibblestib and Dabbledob.
But tell me - are any of you capable of manipulating objects at a distance?"
But tell me - are any of you capable of manipulating objects at a distance?"
Dungeon Master
Pog lets out a little sigh.
Dungeon Master
Ulla gives him a little nod. Pog slips his wand into his coat, turns and lowers himself down the ten-foot ledge, now standing on the ground of the misty cavern with you all. He motions for you to follow and heads out of the opening to your right, towards the roar of the waterfall beyond.
Cain Vance
Sharing Govath's concern, Cain jogs over to Ulla up on the ledge, "Rowan was with us the entire time and the shapeshifter still managed to sneak up on us. We can't take any risks."
Pulling something out of his backpack, he hands it to Ulla, "kccq dmcrc lfdm hat er qgaaj. e rmeqcrmfjdcg xeo aonh sfsfx hatg naak, oad hatg xaodcodr."
Pulling something out of his backpack, he hands it to Ulla, "kccq dmcrc lfdm hat er qgaaj. e rmeqcrmfjdcg xeo aonh sfsfx hatg naak, oad hatg xaodcodr."
Clarification: Cain whispered the gnomeish to Ulla.
Dungeon Master
Ulla nods toward Cain, taking something from his hand and shoving it in her pocket.
Pog leads onward out the eastern cave opening. The sound of the waterfall is deafening as you reach the edge of the rope bridge. It's hard to tell if it's still raining since you all become damp with mist within seconds of stepping outside.
The Gnome stops, turns around, and shouts over the noise...
Pog leads onward out the eastern cave opening. The sound of the waterfall is deafening as you reach the edge of the rope bridge. It's hard to tell if it's still raining since you all become damp with mist within seconds of stepping outside.
The Gnome stops, turns around, and shouts over the noise...
Dungeon Master
With this, he nimbly springs forward, jogging his way to the other side with ease.
Storm of Fire
Storm shouts into Govath's ear to be heard over the raging falls.
"Govath, you have not been having the best of luck on our journey so far and this bridge looks as rubbish as a dried xulua fruit on the summer's solstice. You are brave to go first, it is admirable. I will pray for Ubtao's blessing as I watch you cross!"
"Govath, you have not been having the best of luck on our journey so far and this bridge looks as rubbish as a dried xulua fruit on the summer's solstice. You are brave to go first, it is admirable. I will pray for Ubtao's blessing as I watch you cross!"
Storm of Fire uses Bardic Inspiration to inspire -T!
You use a bonus action to grant 1d6 Bardic Inspiration die to -T. Once within the next 10 minutes, -T can roll the die and add the number rolled to one ability check, attack roll, or saving throw they make. Once the Bardic Inspiration die is rolled, it is lost. A creature can have only one Bardic Inspiration die at a time.
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Rowan “Ruggo” Rhododendron
After Govath is well on his way across the bridge, Ruggo shouts, "SHOULDN' WE TIE A ROPE AROUND EACH OF US?! I HAVE ONE RIGHT HERE!"
Dungeon Master
As Govath makes his way out onto the rope bridge, it sags significantly beneath his weight - by the time he's in the middle, the rope is a mere fifteen feet above the pool below. Nonetheless, it seems to hold well-enough, and you faintly make out his form step onto the far ledge through the thick mist.
Storm of Fire gives inspiration to Ruggo!
As a bonus action, a creature (other than you) within 60 ft. that can hear you gains an inspiration die (1d6). For 10 minutes, the creature can add it to one ability check, attack roll, or saving throw. This can be added after seeing the roll, but before knowing the outcome.
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Dungeon Master
Storm nimbly makes his way across the bridge, and it sags as before, but holds. In short order, he finds himself standing beside Pog and Govath on the other side.
@Osteel Make a Dexterity check with advantage (
!check dex adv
)Dungeon Master
As Cain crosses, keeping his feet to the edges of the rope bridge, it sags nearly his entire height - but it holds. Cain joins up with the others on the eastern side of the pool below.
@Wolverbane Make a Dexterity check - you can add the inspiration given by Storm (
!check dex -b 1d6
)Dungeon Master
With surprising deftness for a person of his size, Ruggo makes his way across the bridge, carefully calculating each step and spreading his weight. It's a stressful moment as he crosses the centre of the bridge - you watch as the ropes go tenser than you imagined they even could - but in due time, Ruggo sets one foot onto the ledge beside you, and then the other. Everyone is safely across.
Dungeon Master
He leads you forward to the cave opening, and you immediately understand his comment about 'leaving Gnomegarde in one piece'. This cavern seems to have been fitted with two rapidly spinning devices, each with several long, sharp blades fitted to them, spaced about one foot apart. One spins clockwise, and the other, counterclockwise - and as such a pace that no creature would stand much chance of dodging through unharmed. Pog pulls out his wand.
Dungeon Master
He gives a flick of his wand, and upon the other side of the spinning blades, a small, spectral hand appears, floating in mid-air. Like a conductor with his baton, Pog waves about his wand, maneuvering the hand over to the stone wall on the left. The hand dips down into a barely-visible hole in the stone.
Pog closes his eyes for a moment, and his movements become much more subtle. Suddenly, you hear a loud CLUNK, and the two rotating pillars of blades begin to slow their movement, until they become stationary. A narrow gap between rows of blades seems wide enough to allow passage - so long as the individual is careful as they squeeze through. Again, the room seems designed with Gnomes in mind, not Firbolgs.
Pog closes his eyes for a moment, and his movements become much more subtle. Suddenly, you hear a loud CLUNK, and the two rotating pillars of blades begin to slow their movement, until they become stationary. A narrow gap between rows of blades seems wide enough to allow passage - so long as the individual is careful as they squeeze through. Again, the room seems designed with Gnomes in mind, not Firbolgs.
Cain Vance
Cain watches the morbid fascination. For a group that is so well hidden in the mountains, there is some seriously dangerous defense systems, and this far into their living space?
Turning to Pog, "It might be best that you stay with us. Splitting the party when a shapeshifter is among us is probably not the best idea."
Turning to Pog, "It might be best that you stay with us. Splitting the party when a shapeshifter is among us is probably not the best idea."
Dungeon Master
Pog points back in the direction of the bridge.
Pog
"You'll have to forgive me, but I've already split my party by escorting you all this far. I should get back to Ulla so that we can keep an eye out for this Gnome-snatching threat and watch each other's backs. I apologize again if I judged you too harshly at first. I do hope you can help resolve the...predicament that we find ourselves in. Then we might be in a better position to help you with whatever you were hoping to achieve by coming here."
Cain Vance
"If you insist, just be careful."
He walks up to Pog and quietly hands him something, muttering just loud enough for Pog to hear, "f'wc ifwco tnne rasc dmcrc er lcnn. fj hat rtrqcxd rascdmfoi fr esfrr, mewc mcg rmal hat dmcs er qgaaj, utd bao'd dekc eoh jgas mcg. kccq hatgr er lcnn, rmatnb hat occb da qgawc da tr hat egc hat. iaab ntxk."
He walks up to Pog and quietly hands him something, muttering just loud enough for Pog to hear, "f'wc ifwco tnne rasc dmcrc er lcnn. fj hat rtrqcxd rascdmfoi fr esfrr, mewc mcg rmal hat dmcs er qgaaj, utd bao'd dekc eoh jgas mcg. kccq hatgr er lcnn, rmatnb hat occb da qgawc da tr hat egc hat. iaab ntxk."
Dungeon Master
Pog looks into the darkness of your hood for a moment, eyes narrowed. He accepts, and responds in Common...
(Correction: That should say "Glittergold", not "Glitterhold")
Dungeon Master
Pog gives a little bow.
Dungeon Master
And with that, he turns and swiftly heads back over the bridge behind you.
Rowan “Ruggo” Rhododendron
Ruggo inspects the space between floor, wall, blades, and ceiling for a way to fit his 8ft frame through.
Dungeon Master
With time and care, each of you manages to squeeze your way past the the blades and into the space beyond. To your right, a curved hallway leads to a set of stairs heading up. As Cain pauses to take in any signs of other creatures in the area, he can faintly make out a heated conversation over the roar of the waterfall. It seems to be coming from upstairs.
Dungeon Master
The conversation upstairs ends as Cain's voice echoes up the hallway. There is a few seconds of silence before you hear a response.
Cain Vance
Turning to the group with a look of confusion on his face, though nobody can see because ... well .... anyway, Cain says, "Uh. They think we're their cousin gnomes or something ... I'm not sure how to handle this, but they're inviting us in. Let's just be a little careful."
Cain begins to head up the staircase, preparing himself to peek inside the room before fully committing to entering. The names of the devices they were previously discussing didn't sound like anything he'd want to be shot with.
Cain begins to head up the staircase, preparing himself to peek inside the room before fully committing to entering. The names of the devices they were previously discussing didn't sound like anything he'd want to be shot with.
Dungeon Master
As you carefully make your way up the stairs, the details of the room come into view. Before you is a large cavern, lit with hanging oil lanterns like the rest of Gnomengarde. Strewn all about the place are bits of machinery - gears, levers, buttons, switches - and what appear to be partially-completed devices that you do not recognize. Two large worktables are set up in the middle of the room, a plethora of strange tools blanketing both. Seated at one is a male Gnome, balding with thick eyebrows and a grey beard. At the other sits a female Gnome with wildly pink hair and a pair of spectacles on that makes her eyes look like they're different sizes. As they see Cain crest the top of the stairs, the female one speaks.
Cain Vance
"Uh, hello. Sorry for the intrusion. We're from Leilon, just west of here, on behalf of the Lances.", Cain pulls out the contract and holds it out in front of him, contents facing the duo.
"My companions and I ---", he continues while stepping into the cavern, waving the others in as well, "--- are here to discuss how Gnomengarde and the Kingdom might work together in defense of a White Dragon threat. It's known that you have quite the magical technology and we've even witnessed some of your defenses on the way here. Very impressive stuff."
"My companions and I ---", he continues while stepping into the cavern, waving the others in as well, "--- are here to discuss how Gnomengarde and the Kingdom might work together in defense of a White Dragon threat. It's known that you have quite the magical technology and we've even witnessed some of your defenses on the way here. Very impressive stuff."
Cain Vance
"Sorry, sometimes I stumble my words when I'm translating between languages in my head., sh eqanaifcr. We're from Leilon on behalf of the Lances to discuss a dragon sighting in the Sword Mountains and how Gnomengarde my assist Leilon by way of defense."
"Though ... speaking of kings, we were told something had happened to your Majesty Korboz?"
"Though ... speaking of kings, we were told something had happened to your Majesty Korboz?"
Dungeon Master
The two Gnomes share a knowing glance an expression of sadness coming over their faces. Fibblestib turns back to the party to respond.
Fibblestib
"We of Gnomengarde have very little reason to venture away from our home. The water and mushrooms outside provide all that we need to live long, happy lives. Sure, every decade or so one of our number gets curious and does a little traveling - usually to Ieirithymbul, between the western mountains - but nobody would just up and leave without even saying goodbye."
Dabbledob
"Naturally, Kingth Gnerkli and Korboz were very contherned. They thpent all their time invethtigating the dithappearance and keeping watchful eyeth out for any thtrange happeningth. Korboz would thleep during the dayth, and Gnerkli would thleep during the nightth. Until one night...well..."
Fibblestib
"We were here, in the workshop, working on a spectral kinesiometer - a most fascinating device that...eh...well, that's a story for another time. Suddenly, in runs His Majesty Korboz, eyes bulging and voice screaming for his brother. He stormed right past us, muttering all the while about a shapeshifting beast. We noticed that he was wounded, and we tried to help but..."
Fibblestib
"He immediately went into their chambers and locked the door and...well...it appears that His Majesty Korboz has been keeping His Majesty Gnerkli prisoner. Seems to think that he's protecting his brother. I'm afraid that whatever happened seems to have severely messed with his mind.
We've tried to convince him to come out and talk, or to let His Majesty Gnerkli go, but he simply cannot be reasoned with."
We've tried to convince him to come out and talk, or to let His Majesty Gnerkli go, but he simply cannot be reasoned with."
Dungeon Master
Dabbledob holds up what appears to be a helmet with scissors attached via hinged metal arms.
Dungeon Master
In front of Fibblestib is some sort of funnel-shaped object with a leather sack attached to one end, with several small metal pipes threaded through small holes in the material. Neither Gnome's project looks to be particularly close to finished....
Dungeon Master
The pair once more look at each other, and then give a shrug.
Storm of Fire
"This is going to be an interesting challenge that will require some careful thought I think considering anyone could be the doppelganger, even one of the King's. I think we need to at least figure out the following;
First we should inquire if we have full access to move about Gnomengarde. And if there's a place to rest in case we find ourselves here an extra day.
Second we should try to speak with the King's as Ruggo said. If we can definitely conclude that neither are the doppelganger, than we will have a good advantage.
Third we should search Gnomengarde. Speak to all the locals we can find and while doing so try to find out about these missing brothers. If they are still here, or at least their remains, it may give us some clues."
First we should inquire if we have full access to move about Gnomengarde. And if there's a place to rest in case we find ourselves here an extra day.
Second we should try to speak with the King's as Ruggo said. If we can definitely conclude that neither are the doppelganger, than we will have a good advantage.
Third we should search Gnomengarde. Speak to all the locals we can find and while doing so try to find out about these missing brothers. If they are still here, or at least their remains, it may give us some clues."
Govath Forgearm
Govath has been nodding his head slowly taking in all of the information that being dumped upon us. Hearing Cain say his name snaps him attention back to everyone in the room.
"Well we definitely need to get in and see the Kings and if they are crazy some form of restraint may be required. If they are still beyond reasoning I have always found knocking insane folk unconscious works very well. Firstly it shuts them up, and has the bonus of chance they may be themselves upon waking up."
"Well we definitely need to get in and see the Kings and if they are crazy some form of restraint may be required. If they are still beyond reasoning I have always found knocking insane folk unconscious works very well. Firstly it shuts them up, and has the bonus of chance they may be themselves upon waking up."
Storm of Fire
Storm motions the group together into a small huddle and whispers.
"I think the first thing to establish is if anyone knows something about doppelgangers. Specifically this transformation magic. Surely they can appear as any one of us and can clearly read our thought. As we continue this task, I think we need to work out a method to ensure each of us are the real thing."
"I think the first thing to establish is if anyone knows something about doppelgangers. Specifically this transformation magic. Surely they can appear as any one of us and can clearly read our thought. As we continue this task, I think we need to work out a method to ensure each of us are the real thing."
Storm of Fire
Storm pauses to picture the fake Rowan in his head.
"For example, something like this..."
Storm moves away from the group and crouches with his back to then. He fiddles and and moves under the cover of his cloak. A few moments later he stands and goes behind Cain. Sticking his paw deep into Cain's pack, he then backs away.
"There. Now only I know what very unique object I have placed somewhere in Cain's bag. Cain does it to Rowan. Rowan to Govath. Govath to me. And then we never let that object cross our minds until needed."
Storm chuckles.
"Or perhaps that is a little too complicated."
"For example, something like this..."
Storm moves away from the group and crouches with his back to then. He fiddles and and moves under the cover of his cloak. A few moments later he stands and goes behind Cain. Sticking his paw deep into Cain's pack, he then backs away.
"There. Now only I know what very unique object I have placed somewhere in Cain's bag. Cain does it to Rowan. Rowan to Govath. Govath to me. And then we never let that object cross our minds until needed."
Storm chuckles.
"Or perhaps that is a little too complicated."
Rowan “Ruggo” Rhododendron
Ruggo contemplates a while, then says to the group,
"When my doppelgänger showed up I cast a spell t'see where and what kind of magic is in the area. I saw a blinding light comin' from him...it. It was all Chaotic, and I couldn't tell the nature of it. I can do that again if I get me an hour's rest. And I'll be able to discern who amongst us is one a those things when I do. Same with the kings."
He takes off his pack and rummages inside, then with something clenched tightly in his fist he places it in a side pocket of Govath's pack.
"But jus' in case, I reckon it's a good plan, Red."
"When my doppelgänger showed up I cast a spell t'see where and what kind of magic is in the area. I saw a blinding light comin' from him...it. It was all Chaotic, and I couldn't tell the nature of it. I can do that again if I get me an hour's rest. And I'll be able to discern who amongst us is one a those things when I do. Same with the kings."
He takes off his pack and rummages inside, then with something clenched tightly in his fist he places it in a side pocket of Govath's pack.
"But jus' in case, I reckon it's a good plan, Red."
Cain Vance
Cain walks up to Ruggo and places something in his bag, and turning to Govath he points to his own backpack and waits for him to put something inside.
While waiting, he speaks up to the two gnomes, "Is there somewhere we can rest and set up a base of operations? Somewhere secure and ideally with a single entrance? We'll also need to attempt to talk to the kings before making out through Gnomengarde in search of the shapeshifter."
While waiting, he speaks up to the two gnomes, "Is there somewhere we can rest and set up a base of operations? Somewhere secure and ideally with a single entrance? We'll also need to attempt to talk to the kings before making out through Gnomengarde in search of the shapeshifter."
Fibblestib
"With Orryn and Warryn gone that leaves...well, twenty of us, total, including Their Most Esteemed Majesties. Kings Korboz and Gnerkli's chambers can be found by heading straight through here and hanging a right - though the door is locked, and only Their Highnesses have keys. If you head down those stairs, to your right, you'll find our resting chambers - our off-duty folks will be relaxing there. Joybell, Dimble, Panana, Uppendown and Tervaround are on kitchen tasks today, and can be found across the river, along with Ulla and Pog, who you no doubt have already crossed if you've made your way here. Facktoré...well...she's probably off messing with some dangerous device or another. You may want to watch your step around her, she's a bit of a loose cannon."
(Retcon: Govath puts his item in Storm's bag, not Cain's)
Cain Vance
"Thank you both, we'll be on our way then."
Turning to the group, "I was hoping for a more private chamber, which I think we should still look out for. Any of the 20 gnomes could be the shapeshifter at any moment and we wouldn't know. We need to avoid risking it being among us, so I propose that we keep the group to just the four of us going forward?"
"Anyway, should we head into the chambers and collect our thoughts in private and discuss our next course of action? Preferably somewhere with a single entrance so that any ... invisible ... entities couldn't sneak in without disturbing something.", Cain makes a subtle motion with his hands indicating a trip wire contraption.
Turning to the group, "I was hoping for a more private chamber, which I think we should still look out for. Any of the 20 gnomes could be the shapeshifter at any moment and we wouldn't know. We need to avoid risking it being among us, so I propose that we keep the group to just the four of us going forward?"
"Anyway, should we head into the chambers and collect our thoughts in private and discuss our next course of action? Preferably somewhere with a single entrance so that any ... invisible ... entities couldn't sneak in without disturbing something.", Cain makes a subtle motion with his hands indicating a trip wire contraption.
Storm of Fire
"This is a good plan, I agree. Let us secure a place to rest so Ruggo can prepare his spell and discuss out course of action. Govath's inquiring about the numbers was a very good idea too. Now we have something to work with."
Storm bows to the two eccentric Gnomes and motions for the group to lead the way.
Storm bows to the two eccentric Gnomes and motions for the group to lead the way.
Cain Vance
"Agreed. With everyone in the same room, we can see first who's missing, who might be double, and more importantly if there is a double, which one is reeking with magic." Cain says will nodding over to Rowan.
"Also, somewhere we can lock everyone in, just in case the shapeshifter decides to make another run for it."
"Also, somewhere we can lock everyone in, just in case the shapeshifter decides to make another run for it."
Dungeon Master
As the four of you turn right to head down the curved stairway to the Gnomes' resting area, Fibblestib and Dabbledob turn back to their respective projects (and their bickering over whose is more sensible). Walking the length of the workshop, you notice to your left a ten-foot-high ledge, atop which appears to be nothing but an ornate pedestal with some kind of tome sitting on it.
Continuing on, you come to a large cavern with several alcoves hewn out of the wall, each fitted with multiple wooden cots. Strewn about what appears to be the common space are the remains of several campfires, and along the wall you see stacks of books, games, toys, and a few instruments. Upon your arrival you see eight Gnomes - four male, four female - scattered about the place. Some are reading books on the various cots, others are engaging in curious games, and one is sitting upon a boulder playing an upbeat melody on a small flute.
The right wall of the cavern contains an opening out to a ledge, from which you can hear the waterfall a little quieter than elsewhere in Gnomengarde. As you step into the cavern, several eyes turn toward you in surprise, and the flute player stops his song.
Continuing on, you come to a large cavern with several alcoves hewn out of the wall, each fitted with multiple wooden cots. Strewn about what appears to be the common space are the remains of several campfires, and along the wall you see stacks of books, games, toys, and a few instruments. Upon your arrival you see eight Gnomes - four male, four female - scattered about the place. Some are reading books on the various cots, others are engaging in curious games, and one is sitting upon a boulder playing an upbeat melody on a small flute.
The right wall of the cavern contains an opening out to a ledge, from which you can hear the waterfall a little quieter than elsewhere in Gnomengarde. As you step into the cavern, several eyes turn toward you in surprise, and the flute player stops his song.
Dungeon Master
The Gnome who was playing the flute, a older male dressed in extravagant clothing, addresses the party...
Zook
"Begging your pardon, sirs - we don't get outsiders here very often, and certainly not unannounced. I take it you are visitors to our fair Gnomengarde? Please, let us know if there's anything we can do to make your stay as pleasant as can be, under the circumstances. If you have come through the workshop, I can only assume you are already aware of the troubled times which face us."
Storm of Fire
Storm moves forward into the room flourishing his extravagant cloak.
"Ah it is good to meet another scholar of music! This one is called Storm of Fire and we have come to seek the aid of Gnomengarde though it appears we shall be helping you first. We are aware of the situation that faces you and your Kings."
Motioning to the party, Storm introduces each one.
"And who might all you be?"
"Ah it is good to meet another scholar of music! This one is called Storm of Fire and we have come to seek the aid of Gnomengarde though it appears we shall be helping you first. We are aware of the situation that faces you and your Kings."
Motioning to the party, Storm introduces each one.
"And who might all you be?"
Zook
"Ah, of course, introductions. My name is Zook - a pleasure to make your acquaintance - and these here (motioning to three Gnomes, two females and a male, playing some sort of game involving smoothed out stones) are Nyx, Quippy and Delebean. (Each of them waves in turn as he introduces them, Delebean being the male one) Over in the cots we have Caramip, Jabby, Anverth and Pallabar."
Dungeon Master
He motions to the two females first - one of which is reading while the other appears to be drawing on a piece of parchment - and then two males, one of which is just lounging with one leg over the edge of a cot, and the other deeply engrossed in a book.
Dungeon Master
As Cain looks around at the various alcoves, he does spot an empty one directly to the left. There's not a ton of space for creatures your size, and the alcoves do not have any way of shutting them off to the common area.
Zook
"We of Gnomengarde are not especially big on privacy, I'm afraid - there are so few of us, and we regard all as family. We have only three enclosed spaces - the Kings' chambers, our treasury, and the mushroom wine cellar. You are most welcome to use one of our sleeping spaces, and I'm sure we'd all be happy to leave you undisturbed, though I can't promise what you do wouldn't be seen or heard."
Cain Vance
"As you can probably imagine, the shapeshifter can be among us at any time and catching it will require some crafty planning. Seeing as the both the Kings' chambers and treasury are sure to be off limits, would we be able to use the wine cellar?"
Cain then thinks that perhaps they'll worry that a group of strangers would drink the night away, and adds, "You can rest assured we'll leave everything there untouched."
Cain then thinks that perhaps they'll worry that a group of strangers would drink the night away, and adds, "You can rest assured we'll leave everything there untouched."
Dungeon Master
One of the Gnomes playing the game in front of you chuckles.
Storm of Fire
"Thank you for your hospitality everyone. We will talk to you shortly."
Storm turns to the group.
"Let's head back to Pog and Ulla and get ourselves setup quickly so we can begin our work."
When the group heads back through the workshop, Storm takes a good look at the tome on the pedestal.
Storm turns to the group.
"Let's head back to Pog and Ulla and get ourselves setup quickly so we can begin our work."
When the group heads back through the workshop, Storm takes a good look at the tome on the pedestal.
Dungeon Master
The tome which sits upon the pedestal is bound in leather which appears to have been dyed a deep purple. It is not overly thick, but does seem to be very old. You are unable to make out any title on the tome from your position.
Dungeon Master
Upon your return, it seems as though the two Gnomes have given up arguing with each other and are instead spending their energy on continuing the development of their respective devices. Fibblestib looks up from his work as you give your inquiry, and responds...
Fibblestib
"Oh, why that would be The Magick of Gnomengarde. That tome has been passed down by generations of Gnomes who have lived and thrived off the magic of our sacred mushrooms. It contains the guidelines by which we live our lives, how to properly care for and utilize the mushrooms, and the basic magicks which we of Gnomengarde all train in. It is our most valuable treasure. If you are very careful, you are welcome to take a look. You will find the door on the way to the Kings' chambers."
Dungeon Master
The two inventors give each other a puzzled look, but don't ask any further questions, choosing instead to turn back to their work as you continue onward.
Dungeon Master
The party heads back in the direction they came from, squeezing their way past the sharp blades and out into the thick mist obscuring the rope bridge. Carefully making your way across, one-by-one, you quickly head into the cave ahead, where Ulla and Pog stand watch on the ledge above you. You inquire politely how to get to the wine cellar, and they direct you that it is right behind you, and to your right. You recall seeing a door in the direction they describe.
Heading around the corner, you grab the heavy, thick wooden door by the handle and give it a push. Inside, you see twelve forty-gallon barrels set into wide alcoves. Each barrel is supported by a wooden brace. The four barrels to your right all appear to be tapped.
Heading around the corner, you grab the heavy, thick wooden door by the handle and give it a push. Inside, you see twelve forty-gallon barrels set into wide alcoves. Each barrel is supported by a wooden brace. The four barrels to your right all appear to be tapped.
Cain Vance
"This is perfect!", Cain says with relief, "Let's make sure this door is closed at all times, and that someone is always posted to watch it when we're resting."
Turning to Rowan, "Are you able to do a magical check of this area? Just in case the shapeshifter got wise and came here before we did." Cain then laughs as he says, "Though, I suppose we could walk shoulder to shoulder, and sweep the room. It might be invisible, but that doesn't mean its intangible."
Turning to Rowan, "Are you able to do a magical check of this area? Just in case the shapeshifter got wise and came here before we did." Cain then laughs as he says, "Though, I suppose we could walk shoulder to shoulder, and sweep the room. It might be invisible, but that doesn't mean its intangible."
Cain Vance
"I'll pass, thanks", Cain responds as he watches Govath.
"In the meantime, lets review what we know.
First, there is definitely at least one shapeshifter among us, and that some gnomes have been reported as being snatched according to Factore.
Second, there are twenty remaining gnomes in Gnomengarde.
Third, there are two kings who are currently locked up in a secure chamber. One of which experienced something to make him seemingly mad, locking himself and his brother in the chamber."
Cain pauses to think, then continues,
"And for the plan, first we'll attempt to gain audience with the kings. If successful, we'll hopefully learn what happened to the king who went mad."
"If not ... then we attempt to round everyone up in a single location, perhaps here in the cellar, where Rowan will perform his magics to detect anything odd."
"In the meantime, lets review what we know.
First, there is definitely at least one shapeshifter among us, and that some gnomes have been reported as being snatched according to Factore.
Second, there are twenty remaining gnomes in Gnomengarde.
Third, there are two kings who are currently locked up in a secure chamber. One of which experienced something to make him seemingly mad, locking himself and his brother in the chamber."
Cain pauses to think, then continues,
"And for the plan, first we'll attempt to gain audience with the kings. If successful, we'll hopefully learn what happened to the king who went mad."
"If not ... then we attempt to round everyone up in a single location, perhaps here in the cellar, where Rowan will perform his magics to detect anything odd."
Cain Vance
"Finally, regarding the shapeshifter ...
We know that it can take on the form of someone in an identical manner as seen with its near perfect resemblance of Rowan.
We know that it can feed on the memories of the person it appears as.
We know that either the shapeshifter, or some clone, was present with us when it first appeared and that it somehow disappeared, either from invisibility, teleportation or simply the ending of a spell. This was from Rowans inability to detect any additional magical presence after it left.
We've used a secret key of items, each handed in secret to each other. We should assume the shapeshifter can also mimic the contents, however, I'm banking on the fact that it wouldn't be able to give it to us. Therefore, that would be the test in the event we need to prove our realness to each other."
"... anything I'm missing?"
We know that it can take on the form of someone in an identical manner as seen with its near perfect resemblance of Rowan.
We know that it can feed on the memories of the person it appears as.
We know that either the shapeshifter, or some clone, was present with us when it first appeared and that it somehow disappeared, either from invisibility, teleportation or simply the ending of a spell. This was from Rowans inability to detect any additional magical presence after it left.
We've used a secret key of items, each handed in secret to each other. We should assume the shapeshifter can also mimic the contents, however, I'm banking on the fact that it wouldn't be able to give it to us. Therefore, that would be the test in the event we need to prove our realness to each other."
"... anything I'm missing?"
Storm of Fire
"Two things from me. We do not know how the shapeshifter reads the mind, if it's memories or what you're thinking about. If we can find someone who knows a thing or two about this creature and figure that out, we would gain a big advantage.
Also, while we are out and about, let's us keep an eye out for evidence or information regarding the two missing Gnome brothers as that may shed light on the situation."
Also, while we are out and about, let's us keep an eye out for evidence or information regarding the two missing Gnome brothers as that may shed light on the situation."
Govath Forgearm
Now that Govath has his wine, his focus has shifted back to that of the groups dilemma.
"If we make it through all twenty gnomes and do not find the shapeshifter then we will need to develop a plan for searching all the grounds of Gnomengarde, perhaps in groups of four."
"And if the shapeshifter is able to teleport then containing it will be all the more difficult."
Pausing to sip his wine.
"Also does anyone remember if the two kings are in separate rooms or in the same room?"
"If we make it through all twenty gnomes and do not find the shapeshifter then we will need to develop a plan for searching all the grounds of Gnomengarde, perhaps in groups of four."
"And if the shapeshifter is able to teleport then containing it will be all the more difficult."
Pausing to sip his wine.
"Also does anyone remember if the two kings are in separate rooms or in the same room?"
@scott, make a Constitution save, with advantage
Dungeon Master
The wine tastes pretty much exactly how you would expect wine made from mushrooms to taste - which is to say, awful. You've had your fair share of interesting drinks, but none quite like this. You manage to stomach it, but you wouldn't recommend it to anyone.
Govath Forgearm
"You know, I actually have not had worse wine than this." He take another sip to see if it is an acquired taste. "Anyone else want some, trust me when I say even the worst drink a tavern has to offer will taste like the finest of vintages. Although it would be at you own personal risk."
Govath continues to finish the wine as it is poor etiquette to not finish one's drink.
Govath continues to finish the wine as it is poor etiquette to not finish one's drink.
Storm of Fire
"Yes I believe King one was shouting about a Doppelganger, and locked up King two in the chambers along with himself. The two inventors seem to think he has gone insane but it may very well be that he's just being extremely caution. He did correctly say there was a shapeshifter afterall. But we will know more after our attempts to talk to them."
Dungeon Master
It takes absolutely horrendous, and it takes all your willpower to prevent yourself from vomiting. Nonetheless, you manage to come through the other side of the experience unharmed.
Dungeon Master
As Storm and Govath attempt to stomach the mushroom wine by the tapped barrel, the party begins to settle in to discuss their plans further. Storm and Govath turn to join their companions in the middle of the room, when suddenly...
Dungeon Master
A sticky, wet appendage goes flying toward Storm, who hears it just in time and leaps out of the way. Turning around, you see that one of the untapped barrels on the side of the cellar opposite to the door seems to have developed a mouth, with sharp teeth, which this appendage seems to be writhing out of...
Let's move on over to #combat, shall we?
Dungeon Master
The party is quick to react.
"What the --- !" Cain shouts as he hears the whip of the appendages zip past Storm. "Don't let it get away this time!"
Cain rushes forward drawing his blades, he swings at the fleshy appendage, dealing a good blow. However, as he goes to pull back his weapons, he finds they are stuck to the creature's body.
Ruggo fires a bolt into the creature's side, backing up to the doorway. "Bloody hell, a possessed barrel o' wine??!"
Govath manages to fire a shot from his shortbow right between Cain and Storm, hitting his target and dealing some damage.
"Govath, do you think that wine tasted terrible because we drank out of a...creatures stomach?!" Storm muses as he disengages and flees to the centre of the cellar. Govath eyes the mug of wine he place on the floor, and then responds. "No, just the mushrooms, I am sure."
"We should leave, we don't know how many more there ---" Cain begins, but his voice cuts at the sight of something on the other side of the room.
Suddenly, a similar appendage fires out from the door behind Ruggo, narrowly missing his shoulder.
Meanwhile the creature pulls Cain toward it, attempting a bite - but Cain swiftly releases his grip on his weapons, disengaging and joining Storm and Govath in the centre of the room. "They're sticky! We can't melee them!" he shouts.
"Uh fellas, the reason this is the only room with a door, is 'cause IT'S A BLOODY POSSESSED DOOR TOO!" Ruggo shouts. He tries to dodge back, but the appendage takes a second swipe, this time catching Ruggo up in its sticky grasp. Ruggo casts Hunter's Mark on the barrel creature, when suddenly the ground beneath his feet becomes a pool of mud.
"What is wrong with these gnomes! Hang on Ruggo!" Govath looses an arrow towards to door, but it flies wide, hitting stone and sinking into the mud below. He moves towards Cain, offering up his daggers.
"What the --- !" Cain shouts as he hears the whip of the appendages zip past Storm. "Don't let it get away this time!"
Cain rushes forward drawing his blades, he swings at the fleshy appendage, dealing a good blow. However, as he goes to pull back his weapons, he finds they are stuck to the creature's body.
Ruggo fires a bolt into the creature's side, backing up to the doorway. "Bloody hell, a possessed barrel o' wine??!"
Govath manages to fire a shot from his shortbow right between Cain and Storm, hitting his target and dealing some damage.
"Govath, do you think that wine tasted terrible because we drank out of a...creatures stomach?!" Storm muses as he disengages and flees to the centre of the cellar. Govath eyes the mug of wine he place on the floor, and then responds. "No, just the mushrooms, I am sure."
"We should leave, we don't know how many more there ---" Cain begins, but his voice cuts at the sight of something on the other side of the room.
Suddenly, a similar appendage fires out from the door behind Ruggo, narrowly missing his shoulder.
Meanwhile the creature pulls Cain toward it, attempting a bite - but Cain swiftly releases his grip on his weapons, disengaging and joining Storm and Govath in the centre of the room. "They're sticky! We can't melee them!" he shouts.
"Uh fellas, the reason this is the only room with a door, is 'cause IT'S A BLOODY POSSESSED DOOR TOO!" Ruggo shouts. He tries to dodge back, but the appendage takes a second swipe, this time catching Ruggo up in its sticky grasp. Ruggo casts Hunter's Mark on the barrel creature, when suddenly the ground beneath his feet becomes a pool of mud.
"What is wrong with these gnomes! Hang on Ruggo!" Govath looses an arrow towards to door, but it flies wide, hitting stone and sinking into the mud below. He moves towards Cain, offering up his daggers.
Dungeon Master
Storm attempts to cast Vicious Mockery on the barrel creature.
"You are an ugly little barrel.
And I've met things vile and feral.
I'll admit, drinking from you wasn't sterile...
But your life is now in peril!"
Unfortunately, the creature doesn't seem too bothered, instead lashing out and grabbing Govath.
The creature with Ruggo in its grasp attempts to bite him, getting the sharp end of a crossbow bolt in its mouth instead, and dropping Ruggo into the mud in surprise. He manages to climb out, narrowing avoiding another grasping attack, and upon getting to his feet, disappears into thin air as Cain throws Govath's daggers at the barrel creature.
Govath finishes the creature off with his rapier, realizing that their ranger companion has disappeared. "Did we just lose our ranger to the floor?"
"The floor, the door...who knows anymore! But that door is the son of a whore!" quips Storm, casting another Vicious Mockery on the surviving creature, dealing it some damage.
The creature peels itself off the real door, falling into the mud and shifting its body into something less recognizable. It tries to clamber forward, but finds itself stuck in the mud. Seeing the opportunity, the party strikes fast and hard, Cain and Storm both delivering blows, with a reappearing Ruggo firing another bolt into the morphing flesh.
"It is good to see you didn't get sucked into the floor Ruggo, now let us end this thing!" Storm rallies, before getting snatched up in an adhesive tendril. "CAIN, HELP!"
Cain, flipping his one free weapon to his main hand, drives it down into the creature, dealing the final blow. It stops its writhing around and sinks deep into the mud. The party hesitates for a moment, waiting in case some other unpleasant surprise awaits them - but some time passes, and it seems that they are truly alone in the wine cellar at last.
"You are an ugly little barrel.
And I've met things vile and feral.
I'll admit, drinking from you wasn't sterile...
But your life is now in peril!"
Unfortunately, the creature doesn't seem too bothered, instead lashing out and grabbing Govath.
The creature with Ruggo in its grasp attempts to bite him, getting the sharp end of a crossbow bolt in its mouth instead, and dropping Ruggo into the mud in surprise. He manages to climb out, narrowing avoiding another grasping attack, and upon getting to his feet, disappears into thin air as Cain throws Govath's daggers at the barrel creature.
Govath finishes the creature off with his rapier, realizing that their ranger companion has disappeared. "Did we just lose our ranger to the floor?"
"The floor, the door...who knows anymore! But that door is the son of a whore!" quips Storm, casting another Vicious Mockery on the surviving creature, dealing it some damage.
The creature peels itself off the real door, falling into the mud and shifting its body into something less recognizable. It tries to clamber forward, but finds itself stuck in the mud. Seeing the opportunity, the party strikes fast and hard, Cain and Storm both delivering blows, with a reappearing Ruggo firing another bolt into the morphing flesh.
"It is good to see you didn't get sucked into the floor Ruggo, now let us end this thing!" Storm rallies, before getting snatched up in an adhesive tendril. "CAIN, HELP!"
Cain, flipping his one free weapon to his main hand, drives it down into the creature, dealing the final blow. It stops its writhing around and sinks deep into the mud. The party hesitates for a moment, waiting in case some other unpleasant surprise awaits them - but some time passes, and it seems that they are truly alone in the wine cellar at last.
Storm of Fire
Storm pants and sits down next to the nearly sunken creature.
"Well that was very interesting. But it does raise some questions. For one, this pit. The mimic fell into it so surely it did not create it. Was it another trap of Gnomengarde but Zook would have mentioned something about it, or at least Ulla and Pog. So then was it a trap of this Shapeshifter?
Which means perhaps the two missing brothers had disappeared in such a way since their bodies have not been found..."
Storm thinks a moment looking at the creature.
"Let's pull this thing out of this mud and see if there are any tiny gnomes in there."
"Well that was very interesting. But it does raise some questions. For one, this pit. The mimic fell into it so surely it did not create it. Was it another trap of Gnomengarde but Zook would have mentioned something about it, or at least Ulla and Pog. So then was it a trap of this Shapeshifter?
Which means perhaps the two missing brothers had disappeared in such a way since their bodies have not been found..."
Storm thinks a moment looking at the creature.
"Let's pull this thing out of this mud and see if there are any tiny gnomes in there."
Govath Forgearm
"I think these are prime questions to be asking if the gnomes. Specifically guards against magic users that aren't of the gnomish variety," Govath says as he picks up his mug and refills it from one of the wine barells "and if they knew mimics were living within their home."
"You know despite how awful this stuff tastes, it really is not getting any better." Govath mentions as he takes another drink of the mushroom wine.
"I agree that we should check these creatures stomach contents for any gnome bones."
"You know despite how awful this stuff tastes, it really is not getting any better." Govath mentions as he takes another drink of the mushroom wine.
"I agree that we should check these creatures stomach contents for any gnome bones."
Dungeon Master
It's fairly difficult, dragging this amorphous creature out of the mud, but between the three of you, you manage it. A grayish blob of a creature, mouth agape and displaying sharp teeth, now sits beside you upon the ground - the other, in a similar state, near the centre of the room.
Cain goes around banging each remaining barrel with the blunt of his shortsword - all seem to be regular wine barrels, and none of them respond to his prodding.
Cain goes around banging each remaining barrel with the blunt of his shortsword - all seem to be regular wine barrels, and none of them respond to his prodding.
How are you poking around the interior of a pit of mud? Are you poking your rapier around it?
Storm looks around to see if there is possible a loose piece of wood from the shelving that he can unattach. If there's nothing in the cellar that's longer than his rapier, he will poke around with the weapon. Seeing how deep the creature sunk, he figure he might be able to make it work.
Dungeon Master
Seeing nothing else suitable about, Storm takes his rapier and plunges it into the mud. He is able to ascertain that the pit is about five feet deep, and the mud as viscous as if the patch of floor had been loose dirt flooded by rains for a day, though he could swear it was pure stone upon entering.
The rapier does not seem to touch anything besides mud and the stone surrounding it.
The rapier does not seem to touch anything besides mud and the stone surrounding it.
Dungeon Master
As Ruggo cuts up the creature, he finds an interesting skeletal structure inside. It seems this creature has very thin, very dense bones, with loosely-attached tendons that seem designed to attach and detach, allowing the creature to change its form. However, Ruggo also finds a handful of other bones - larger, less dense. These seem softened and decayed - almost as though partially digested.
Govath Forgearm
Watching Ruggo cut up the mimic and seeing what is pulled out. "Well those bones look to not belong to a gnome. Which means we still have the same number of problems to deal with as before. All that trouble for nothing." Govath proceeds to lower himself to the floor and document his wounds.
Dungeon Master
The party whittles away about an hour, tending to wounds and catching some much-needed rest. Near the end of the hour, the pool of mud seems to harden back into stone near-instantaneously. No trace of it remains on the ground where it once was.
Dungeon Master
The bones are in pretty bad shape, suggesting that whatever this creature consumed, it has been digesting for quite a while. It's hard to be completely sure what they may have belonged to.
Cain Vance
"Yes, but we don't know if we'll get held up by any unwanted drama or interactions. I think the plan remains the same: see if we can gain audience with the kings' and then if that doesn't prove useful, we round up all the inhabitants into a single location ... like this cellar now that it's ... safe."
Dungeon Master
The four of you, newly-energized from your rest, set off toward the Kings' chambers. Ulla and Pog give you a nod as you pass, sipping on some sort of steaming drink that they've acquired since you last went past. You cross over the misty bridge, remembering to step delicately, and squeeze past the stationary blades. As you enter Fibblestib and Dabbledob's workshop, the two Gnomes seem intensely engaged in their work - Fibblesib is carefully pouring liquids of different colours into a large flask, and Dabbledob has removed the scissors from her helmet-like device, and now appears to be replacing them with several small metal discs.
Continuing straight forward, you come to an intersection of hallways. Recalling that the inventors mentioned the Kings' chambers were on the right, you head around the corner, continuing past the door which leads to the pedestal and the book atop it, until you reach a door at the end of the hallway. As you approach it, you hear shouting from within.
Continuing straight forward, you come to an intersection of hallways. Recalling that the inventors mentioned the Kings' chambers were on the right, you head around the corner, continuing past the door which leads to the pedestal and the book atop it, until you reach a door at the end of the hallway. As you approach it, you hear shouting from within.
Dungeon Master
A frantic voice interrupts, volume ever-fluctuating between barely audible and booming through the hallway.
King Korboz
"No. NO! It could be anywhere. ANYWHERE!! The floors...the ceiling...the rugs...the dressers...
This...this is for your own good, Gnerkli. Eyes, mouths, teeth, tongues. Orryn. WARRYN! Oh, what cruelty, what tragedy! But not here, never here, Gnerkli, not so long as you stay very still! Oh, but the TEETH, brother! Death grasped from below, but Garl Glitterhold be praised above!"
This...this is for your own good, Gnerkli. Eyes, mouths, teeth, tongues. Orryn. WARRYN! Oh, what cruelty, what tragedy! But not here, never here, Gnerkli, not so long as you stay very still! Oh, but the TEETH, brother! Death grasped from below, but Garl Glitterhold be praised above!"
Dungeon Master
The mad King's ranting continues, making less and less sense the longer you listen, until all that meets your ears is sobbing and occasional sentence-fragments.
@Ostil make a Persuasion check
Dungeon Master
You hear a click, and the door in front of you opens ever-so-slowly, revealing one frantic, bulging eye which scans the party up and down.
Dungeon Master
Through the small crack, you are able to make out the face of one of the Gnome kings, while behind it you see what seems to be a trashed room. A lone chair sits off to the side, and another Gnome - an exact copy of the first - appears to be tied to it.
Storm of Fire
Storm cautiously bows as the door opens.
"We can retrieve the bodies from your wine cellar if you desire to see it though it may take us time. I must warn you that we are not certain those creatures were the last of your problems here in Gnomengarde. We have spoken to some of your citizens already but we need more information. Will you grant us an audience if we bring you the evidence?"
"We can retrieve the bodies from your wine cellar if you desire to see it though it may take us time. I must warn you that we are not certain those creatures were the last of your problems here in Gnomengarde. We have spoken to some of your citizens already but we need more information. Will you grant us an audience if we bring you the evidence?"
Dungeon Master
King Korboz stares at you with one beady eye for a moment. It is clear to you he has not slept in some time.
Dungeon Master
As far as Storm can tell, the King must have experienced some sort of trauma and his mental state has been spiralling downward ever since.
At Cain's words, he slams the door back shut, and you hear the click of the lock once more. The party treks their way back to the cellar and begins to drag one of the creature's corpses through the halls of Gnomengarde. When Ulla and Pog lay eyes on it, the hot beverage they were sipping comes spewing out of their mouths in surprise.
At Cain's words, he slams the door back shut, and you hear the click of the lock once more. The party treks their way back to the cellar and begins to drag one of the creature's corpses through the halls of Gnomengarde. When Ulla and Pog lay eyes on it, the hot beverage they were sipping comes spewing out of their mouths in surprise.
Dungeon Master
Pog's face goes pale as his eyes gaze over the blob of a creature in your arms - particularly the teeth.
Dungeon Master
He seems to have ignored your joke entirely, his arms going limp by his sides and a look of horror plastered on his face.
Storm of Fire
"We are sorry for your loss. But we do not know if it was this thing that took Orynn and Warynn. Perhaps they are still alive somewhere. If they are, we will find them do not worry."
Storm continues to haul the creature with his companions to the King's chambers determined to start this investigation at the top of the food chain.
Storm continues to haul the creature with his companions to the King's chambers determined to start this investigation at the top of the food chain.
Dungeon Master
You are met with a similar reaction in the Gnomengarde's workshop - Fibblestib notices first, accidentally pouring a full vial of something green into his concoction, causing a small explosion knock him back. When he gets back up, his face and hands are black with soot. Dabbledob quickly goes to make sure he's alright, and both of them stare in awe as you pass by with the creature in tow.
Finally, you make it back to the door to the Kings' chambers.
Finally, you make it back to the door to the Kings' chambers.
Dungeon Master
Another click, and the door opens just a crack, revealing the bulging Gnome eye once more.
Rowan “Ruggo” Rhododendron
Ruggo drops the corpse in front of the door crack and parts the folds of flesh to show the teeth of the creature.
Dungeon Master
The door suddenly wrenches open, and you see that the King holds a dagger in one hand. He lunges forward, causing you to immediately jump back and prepare to defend yourself - but instead, he plunges it into the creature on the ground. Several times the blade pierces the creature's flesh as King Korboz screams, his voice growing hoarse with the strain. Eventually, the screams turn to sobs, the stabs grow further apart and less forceful, until finally the Gnome King sits on his knees before you, face in his hands, weeping softly.
His wild demeanour slowly fades, and it is a calmer voice that you hear speak now.
His wild demeanour slowly fades, and it is a calmer voice that you hear speak now.
Dungeon Master
Looking around the now-exposed Kings' chambers, you see that what once was an elegantly decorated room is now completely trashed. An intricate rug on the floor appears to be partially burned, the ornate wardrobe has been tipped over and smashed to splinters, and the large four-poster beds on each side of the room appear to have been slashed to bits by a sharp blade.
Dungeon Master
Tied to a chair in the centre of the room sits the other Gnome King, identical in appearance, attempting to soothe his weeping brother despite his current predicament.
Storm of Fire
Storm sits down beside Korboz.
"Your majesty. When you are ready, we need to ask you some questions about what has happened here in Gnomengarde. We need to be sure there are no more shapeshifters left in your home.
What can you tell us about what you witnessed. And why have you restrained your brother to that chair?"
"Your majesty. When you are ready, we need to ask you some questions about what has happened here in Gnomengarde. We need to be sure there are no more shapeshifters left in your home.
What can you tell us about what you witnessed. And why have you restrained your brother to that chair?"
Dungeon Master
King Korboz takes a moment to compose himself, slowly rises, and goes over to his brother, using the dagger in his hands to cut the ropes. For the first time, you get a good look at him. He seems to have suffered bruising and gashes in multiple places on his body, his royal clothing ripped and tattered and his face showing the weariness of multiple sleepless nights.
Dungeon Master
As the ropes fall to the ground, you notice that the King, in his madness, had done more than just tie his brother to the chair. You see some sort of strong sticky sap-like substance adhering King Gnerkli in place. King Korboz pulls a vial from his belt and begins applying a clear liquid to the substance, which seems to cause it to dissolve. As he does this, he continues.
King Korboz
"After the disappearance of Orryn and Warryn, Gnerkli and I were determined to get to the bottom of the matter. We promised our people that one of us would be on constant watch at any given time. One night, during my watch, something occurred to me - Orryn and Warryn were on wine-making duty the day that they disappeared. This inspired me to do an inspection of the kitchens and the wine cellar. I combed every inch of our kitchen, and all seemed to be just fine. Then, I headed to the cellar, and, well..."
Dungeon Master
The old Gnome pauses and helps his brother, now freed of the chair, to his feet.
King Korboz
"Something struck me as odd from the moment I opened the door. It had been a while since I visited the wine cellar, but I was...pretty sure there was no rug kept in there before. Yet, in the middle of the floor, there one was. I mean, it was odd, but how could I have possibly known that it --"
Dungeon Master
The recollection seems to be getting him worked up, but he catches himself and takes a deep breath before continuing.
King Korboz
"I continued into the cellar to investigate, but the second my foot touched that rug, it sprang up from the ground, enveloping me. Naturally I fought with all my might to break free, but the rug was...sticky! I watched in horror as an eye formed directly in front of my face. Then I looked down and saw those terrible teeth, gnashing as it pulled me toward its mouth. This...thing was changing form before my very eyes, and I experienced a fear like I have never felt in all my years. Something came over me, and I managed to wrest myself from the creature's grasp, but I lost all ability to reason. My only instinct was to keep my brother from the horror I had just been through. I...I don't remember much after that. It seems I allowed my terror to overpower my reason, and for that I am deeply sorry.
But it would appear that Garl has blessed us with saviours this day! For here lies the shapeshifting beast - dead, and a threat to my people no more!"
But it would appear that Garl has blessed us with saviours this day! For here lies the shapeshifting beast - dead, and a threat to my people no more!"
Dungeon Master
Throughout the recounting of the tale, King Gnerkli has been patting his brother comfortingly, adding in reassurances here and there that King Korboz's behaviour was understandable under the circumstances.
Dungeon Master
Although the adhesive appears to be just as strong, it is visible to the eye, whereas the mimics did not have any visible adhesive fluid on the outside of their bodies. It seemed to be a property of their very flesh which they could enable and disable as they pleased.
Storm of Fire
"King Korboz, your situation aligns with what we discovered in your wine cellar unsuspectingly. Your citizens allowed us to use it as a place to rest as the main resting chambers were too tiny for us to work. We have killed two of these beasts in the wine cellar and cleared it out.
However if you would permit us to continue a more thorough investigation we would like to ensure the problem fully rooted out. And for this we ask for your assistance.
Can you draft us a royal order we can present to your citizens. One that will request everyone to gather together. We have a suspicion there may be one more shapeshiter and this will help ensure their safety."
However if you would permit us to continue a more thorough investigation we would like to ensure the problem fully rooted out. And for this we ask for your assistance.
Can you draft us a royal order we can present to your citizens. One that will request everyone to gather together. We have a suspicion there may be one more shapeshiter and this will help ensure their safety."
King Korboz
"T-two of them? You faced and killed two of these monstrosities? Gnomengarde owes you a large debt, travellers!
If you feel there is merit in a full investigation, I will see to it that my people are all rounded up personally. I can have them gather in the throne room within the hour. If there is aught else I can do to assist, you can count on full cooperation."
If you feel there is merit in a full investigation, I will see to it that my people are all rounded up personally. I can have them gather in the throne room within the hour. If there is aught else I can do to assist, you can count on full cooperation."
Dungeon Master
King Gnerkli turns toward Ruggo to respond.
King Gnerkli
"Traps? Gnomengarde has no such traps - only the blades which prevent access to this side of the village, and whatever new defence mechanism our ambitious young Facktoré has been working on. You say the ground beneath your feet changed suddenly? Tell me, did any of you cast a spell before it happened?"
King Gnerkli
"Ahh. It sounds to me as though you have discovered the Wild Magicks of Gnomengarde. You see, our entire village is saturated in magicks quite beyond our control - mostly to our benefit, I must make clear. It is the magicks which sustain our sacred mushrooms, and the magicks we Gnomes have harnessed to master our own spells and enchantments. However, every now and then, the casting of a spell can produce a surge in the current of magicks which flows all around, resulting in...unexpected and unpredictable occurrences. Our sacred tome, The Magicks of Gnomengarde, teaches us much about the topic - you may wish to have a look while you visit with us, if one of you is curious and able to read the Gnomish language."
Cain Vance
Upon hearing this, Cain slowly turns to the party and says, "I wonder if that's why the shapeshifter suddenly disappeared when Rowan casted his spell. This might be a problem if we use it again."
"But what confuses me still is why it disappeared and not simply changed forms? Are we dealing with a shapeshifter now or something else entirely."
"Perhaps we should have a look at the book ..."
"But what confuses me still is why it disappeared and not simply changed forms? Are we dealing with a shapeshifter now or something else entirely."
"Perhaps we should have a look at the book ..."
Dungeon Master
King Gnerkli, who has been stroking is beard through his explanation of the Wild Magicks, goes suddenly stiff at the idea. King Korboz lets out a small whimper.
Cain Vance
"When we first arrived, a clone of our friend Rowan here appeared behind us, fully accurate in look and sound. It didn't make much of an effort to convince us that is wasn't the fake one, which is odd, but it disappeared in smoke when a spell was cast to detect magic.
Ulla and Pog were present there with us.
A big unknown is whether or not what we saw in the wine cellar is capable of taking the form of living beings ..."
Ulla and Pog were present there with us.
A big unknown is whether or not what we saw in the wine cellar is capable of taking the form of living beings ..."
Dungeon Master
King Korboz shuffles his weight uncomfortably for a moment, then speaks up.
Storm of Fire
"Cain, perhaps you should look at this tome of theirs and it might shed light on different types of wild magic surges that have occurred here before. Maybe a duplication of a caster has been recorded in it. But it sounds as though Ruggo caused a surge in the arcane when he casted his spell of detection causing a duplicate of himself to appear. And we may have interpreted its leaving as a form of retreat from being discovered. But now I think the surge simply dissipated mid-conversation."
Storm laughs at the situation.
"It's funny how it has played out. We were focused on the surge as the threat and because of it, stumbled on the real threat. We solved the real threat thinking it wasn't and now have discovered we have been chasing a red herring. But perhaps just for safe measures, we should still have Ruggo cast it upon the whole group."
Storm laughs at the situation.
"It's funny how it has played out. We were focused on the surge as the threat and because of it, stumbled on the real threat. We solved the real threat thinking it wasn't and now have discovered we have been chasing a red herring. But perhaps just for safe measures, we should still have Ruggo cast it upon the whole group."
Cain Vance
"That would be a story if that's what really happened. Let's go have a look at this tome before the King finishes rounding everyone up."
"Also, I'm not a magic use myself, so I don't know if I'd be the best to interpret it, but I can read it out loud and we can all ponder it together."
Cain begins to move in the direction of the inventors,
"Govath, you've been awfully quiet through all of this. What are your thoughts?"
"Also, I'm not a magic use myself, so I don't know if I'd be the best to interpret it, but I can read it out loud and we can all ponder it together."
Cain begins to move in the direction of the inventors,
"Govath, you've been awfully quiet through all of this. What are your thoughts?"
Govath Forgearm
When Cain looks over at Govath something looks to be slightly off. Holding hand over mouth he responds seeming to almost be holding back his stomach contents.
"Oh, do not mind me, the third or fourth cup, I can not remember, of that mushroom wine does not seem to be settling as well as the first. Give me but only a moment."
"Oh, do not mind me, the third or fourth cup, I can not remember, of that mushroom wine does not seem to be settling as well as the first. Give me but only a moment."
Storm of Fire
Storm thinks about the fact that they may have drank the stomach contents of these beasts and tries not to throw up. Instead he turns to King Gnerkli...
"By your leave we will have a quick look at the tome while King Korboz assembles your people at the throne room. We will meet you there shortly. Can you direct us to the throne room from here?"
"By your leave we will have a quick look at the tome while King Korboz assembles your people at the throne room. We will meet you there shortly. Can you direct us to the throne room from here?"
Dungeon Master
The four of you head back out into the hallway, Govath breaking off from the group with a wave to continue on to the throne room. The remaining party members open the door leading to the ledge where The Magicks of Gnomengarde is kept.
You notice immediately why the tome is kept up here. The air flow atop this ledge seems to keep the mist, which pervades the majority of Gnomengarde's tunnels and caverns, at bay, helping to preserve the tome. Indeed, it seems to have been excellently maintained, despite being centuries old.
Cain carefully picks up the old tome and begins reading it aloud. The first half of the tome details the history of Gnomengarde, and speaks of the founding fathers' discovery of a wellspring of "Wild Magicks" pocketed between the mountains. This unpredictable arcane energy flows from somewhere underneath the mysterious mushrooms on the islands outside, imbuing the mushrooms themselves with properties that allow the Gnomes to sustain their entire society off them. However, as King Gnerkli alluded to, it also comes with interesting side-effects - spells cast in Gnomengarde can cause surges in the Wild Magicks, leading to unpredictable results. The tome only details a couple of examples - the caster's skin changing colour, a small tree sprouting nearby the caster - but it's clear that really, any number of things could happen.
Skipping over some information about tending to and harvesting the mushrooms as well as a general ethical code, you come to the second half of the book, which outlines some common spells. In particular, you find instructions on how to use the following: Burning Hands, Detect Magic, Identify, Mage Armor, Magic Missile, Shield, Sleep.
You notice immediately why the tome is kept up here. The air flow atop this ledge seems to keep the mist, which pervades the majority of Gnomengarde's tunnels and caverns, at bay, helping to preserve the tome. Indeed, it seems to have been excellently maintained, despite being centuries old.
Cain carefully picks up the old tome and begins reading it aloud. The first half of the tome details the history of Gnomengarde, and speaks of the founding fathers' discovery of a wellspring of "Wild Magicks" pocketed between the mountains. This unpredictable arcane energy flows from somewhere underneath the mysterious mushrooms on the islands outside, imbuing the mushrooms themselves with properties that allow the Gnomes to sustain their entire society off them. However, as King Gnerkli alluded to, it also comes with interesting side-effects - spells cast in Gnomengarde can cause surges in the Wild Magicks, leading to unpredictable results. The tome only details a couple of examples - the caster's skin changing colour, a small tree sprouting nearby the caster - but it's clear that really, any number of things could happen.
Skipping over some information about tending to and harvesting the mushrooms as well as a general ethical code, you come to the second half of the book, which outlines some common spells. In particular, you find instructions on how to use the following: Burning Hands, Detect Magic, Identify, Mage Armor, Magic Missile, Shield, Sleep.
Dungeon Master
Near the end of the tome is some information about imbuing items with Magicks, described there as a challenging and unpredictable art. Apparenly, Gnomes of old had mastered it, but history has lost many of its secrets. Some Gnomes, still fascinated by the prospect, experiment with such things to varying degrees of success.
Meanwhile, Govath enters the throne room, finding the doors already open and Fibblestib and Dabbledob already inside. A stone dais is the focal point of this large chamber, atop which are two ornate thrones crafted by hand from pieces of metal.
Meanwhile, Govath enters the throne room, finding the doors already open and Fibblestib and Dabbledob already inside. A stone dais is the focal point of this large chamber, atop which are two ornate thrones crafted by hand from pieces of metal.
@scott, make an Investigation check
Dungeon Master
You poke around the dais and the walls and have a good look at the heavy wooden double-doors. All seems in good order - the room is fairly bare, and you imagine it is only really used for royal greetings of guests (under more normal circumstances) and official audiences with the Kings.
Storm of Fire
Storm finds this whole scenario hilarious.
"It seems the book gives examples of things occurring to or near the caster. I think we can definitively conclude that the shapeshifter was simply a by-product of wild magic. Let's finish what we started to put the King's minds to rest so they will be more inclined to help us with what we are truly here for. Then perhaps we spend the night here. I wouldn't mind spending some time to look around and talk to the people. Let's not forget that the job contract states we will be paid per item we can retrieve. So after this meeting, we should go out there and work our own magic so-to-speak."
"It seems the book gives examples of things occurring to or near the caster. I think we can definitively conclude that the shapeshifter was simply a by-product of wild magic. Let's finish what we started to put the King's minds to rest so they will be more inclined to help us with what we are truly here for. Then perhaps we spend the night here. I wouldn't mind spending some time to look around and talk to the people. Let's not forget that the job contract states we will be paid per item we can retrieve. So after this meeting, we should go out there and work our own magic so-to-speak."
Cain Vance
"What a crazy set of events this wild magic caused. I've never experienced anything like it before.
We should definitely spend the night here if possible, it'll be a long journey back and who knows if we'll run into those harpies again.
Also, I wouldn't mind talking with the inventors about some sort of mask for me."
We should definitely spend the night here if possible, it'll be a long journey back and who knows if we'll run into those harpies again.
Also, I wouldn't mind talking with the inventors about some sort of mask for me."
Dungeon Master
And so, on that note, the three of you head to the throne room, leaving The Magicks of Gnomegarde upon its pedestal. Shortly after you join Govath, Fibblestib and Dabbledob, the eight Gnomes you met in the resting area come piling in. King Gnerkli arrives shortly after that, taking his place upon one of the two thrones atop the dais.
After a few moments, the last of the residents of Gnomengarde join you. Ulla and Pog, King Korboz, and five Gnomes you haven't met (3 female, 2 male) enter the throne room, King Korboz taking the second throne. Once everyone has settled in, King Gnerkli raises his hands, which causes all of the Gnomes to fall silent. He then begins to address them.
After a few moments, the last of the residents of Gnomengarde join you. Ulla and Pog, King Korboz, and five Gnomes you haven't met (3 female, 2 male) enter the throne room, King Korboz taking the second throne. Once everyone has settled in, King Gnerkli raises his hands, which causes all of the Gnomes to fall silent. He then begins to address them.
King Gnerkli
"Citizens of Gnomengarde, we owe a great debt to the adventurers which stand before you today. Not only have they slain two monstrosities which lay hidden in our midst, but they have also recovered the sanity of my dear brother. Furthermore, they have offered to help ensure that the threat to our fair village has indeed passed."
(Clarification: I forgot to mention Facktoré above, but she is indeed there)
Dungeon Master
The Twin Kings of Gnomengarde look at you all and give a nod, indicating that you are free to address the people, who now turn their full attention toward you.
Storm of Fire
Storm steps forward, used to having all eyes on him. Putting on his best performance and show, he addresses Gnomegarde.
"Greetings citizens of Gnomegarde. We four have travelled here on behalf of the city of Leilon to speak about matters that threaten the Sword Coast. We have, however learned about the threat that tears apart your very home! We could not sit idly by and watch this magnificent place of magic and wonder fall into ruin by wretched beasts! With the assistance of some of your fine citizens, we have done a thorough investigation and have uncovered the hidden monstrosities that lurked in your caves!
It was truly a vicious battle. With massive teeth gnashing at our flesh deep in your wine cellar. Teeth like the razor sharp blades of your traps! And there was not one...but two! Oh it was a battle to behold, and we barely survived it ourselves. But rest assured, as your dear King Korboz and King Gnerkli have seen, the beasts are dead! And though we are wounded and exhausted, not one of us would say we wouldn't gladly have given our lives to save this treasured place.
But we are a thorough troupe of well-doers. We seek to restore peace of mind so that your children may rest to the soft sounds of your magnificent waterfall. So as your King's have said, we shall perform one more task to ensure all threats have been dealt with. And for this we shall need your full cooperation!
This fine Firbolg is the one known as Rowan the Gentle Guide of the High Forest. He will use his powers bestowed to him by nature to set all minds at ease. But we need your full cooperation! No matter what may appear or what you may see, do not be frightened. It is important that you let us investigate any odd occurrences that may happen.
We know you are brave people! A strong people! Stand together now for the good of Gnomegarde!"
"Greetings citizens of Gnomegarde. We four have travelled here on behalf of the city of Leilon to speak about matters that threaten the Sword Coast. We have, however learned about the threat that tears apart your very home! We could not sit idly by and watch this magnificent place of magic and wonder fall into ruin by wretched beasts! With the assistance of some of your fine citizens, we have done a thorough investigation and have uncovered the hidden monstrosities that lurked in your caves!
It was truly a vicious battle. With massive teeth gnashing at our flesh deep in your wine cellar. Teeth like the razor sharp blades of your traps! And there was not one...but two! Oh it was a battle to behold, and we barely survived it ourselves. But rest assured, as your dear King Korboz and King Gnerkli have seen, the beasts are dead! And though we are wounded and exhausted, not one of us would say we wouldn't gladly have given our lives to save this treasured place.
But we are a thorough troupe of well-doers. We seek to restore peace of mind so that your children may rest to the soft sounds of your magnificent waterfall. So as your King's have said, we shall perform one more task to ensure all threats have been dealt with. And for this we shall need your full cooperation!
This fine Firbolg is the one known as Rowan the Gentle Guide of the High Forest. He will use his powers bestowed to him by nature to set all minds at ease. But we need your full cooperation! No matter what may appear or what you may see, do not be frightened. It is important that you let us investigate any odd occurrences that may happen.
We know you are brave people! A strong people! Stand together now for the good of Gnomegarde!"
@Ostil for fun, give me a Performance check
Storm of Fire gives inspiration to Ruggo!
As a bonus action, a creature (other than you) within 60 ft. that can hear you gains an inspiration die (1d6). For 10 minutes, the creature can add it to one ability check, attack roll, or saving throw. This can be added after seeing the roll, but before knowing the outcome.
Bardic Inspiration
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Dungeon Master
All of you brace for the worst as Ruggo casts his spell, hands at your weapons, prepared for anything which might happen...but the moment passes, and nothing strange occurs.
Storm of Fire
Storm whispers through his teeth.
"It's only anticlimactic if you make it anticlimactic."
Turning back to address the audience, Storm does a extravagant turn, causing his colorful cloak to flow around him, arms stretched out.
"Ahhh how the ancient magic of Gnomegarde flows through this very place...through each one of you! The Gentle Guide Rowan has cast his soul into the very flows of the arcane and has detected no more evil lurking amongst us. However, he must now quickly check the rest of Gnomegarde with my companions to ensure nothing is amiss. Once they have returned with good news., peace can once again be instilled in your mind. Peace...knowing that all is well once again!
Good Gnomes of Gnomengarde, I ask for a little more patience. And watch as my companions race forth into the unknown with not a worry for their wellbeing, but with the well being of you, your children, and your kingdom in mind!"
Storm finishes his speech with graceful flow of one arm, sweeping towards his three companions.
"It's only anticlimactic if you make it anticlimactic."
Turning back to address the audience, Storm does a extravagant turn, causing his colorful cloak to flow around him, arms stretched out.
"Ahhh how the ancient magic of Gnomegarde flows through this very place...through each one of you! The Gentle Guide Rowan has cast his soul into the very flows of the arcane and has detected no more evil lurking amongst us. However, he must now quickly check the rest of Gnomegarde with my companions to ensure nothing is amiss. Once they have returned with good news., peace can once again be instilled in your mind. Peace...knowing that all is well once again!
Good Gnomes of Gnomengarde, I ask for a little more patience. And watch as my companions race forth into the unknown with not a worry for their wellbeing, but with the well being of you, your children, and your kingdom in mind!"
Storm finishes his speech with graceful flow of one arm, sweeping towards his three companions.
Dungeon Master
The Gnomes look at one another a little confused, and the Kings give each other a sideways glance as well. It appears they had something less theatric and more practical in mind. Unfortunately your speech and display nets you little more than nods of acknowledgment, and your declaration that you will conduct a search of the rest of Gnomengarde is met with general affirmation. King Gnerkli stands from his throne and addresses you, loud enough to claim the attention of all in the throne room.
King Gnerkli
"Very well, travellers - we pray that your search does indeed confirm that all threats have been dealt with. We are glad to know that this room, and all of us within it, are safe for the time being. We will stay here, out of your way, so that you can conduct your investigation, and we eagerly await your return. Should Gnomengarde prove safe once more, we will hold a feast tonight in your honour - and to honour the memories of our fallen, Warryn and Orryn, as well."
You have free reign of Gnomengarde, minus two areas which you discover are locked. One is the Kings' chambers, which seem to have been locked after King Gnerkli left. The other, you assume is the treasury.
Areas which you have already seen are visible on the map in #handouts. The only areas you have heard of but not seen are the treasury and the kitchen.
So, with all that information available to you, what's the plan? (You can say in broad strokes, doesn't have to be step-by-step)
Areas which you have already seen are visible on the map in #handouts. The only areas you have heard of but not seen are the treasury and the kitchen.
So, with all that information available to you, what's the plan? (You can say in broad strokes, doesn't have to be step-by-step)
Storm of Fire
As the group leaves the throne room and find themselves alone, Storm speaks up.
"Excellent. Now Ruggo, keep a particular eye out for magic devices or contraptions. I am sure we can all agree that the threat has been taken care of. Let us see if there are any magical things these gnomes have that we could try to bargain for Leilon."
"Excellent. Now Ruggo, keep a particular eye out for magic devices or contraptions. I am sure we can all agree that the threat has been taken care of. Let us see if there are any magical things these gnomes have that we could try to bargain for Leilon."
For Storm, he would be most interested in seeing if Rowan detects any magic from the inventors shop and from behind the treasury doors. But he will also keep an eye out for objects or inventions that may be useful or look particularly interesting during the time the group is gone.
Rowan “Ruggo” Rhododendron
Ruggo walks quickly through each room searching for anything magical.
Dungeon Master
The four of you wander the tunnels and caverns of Gnomengarde, three of you crouched to avoid hitting your heads on anything. Ruggo, using Detect Magic as he walks along, senses a couple of magical presences as he passes by the door which you assume to be the treasury, as well as a couple as you walk up to the locked door of the Kings' chambers. Other than those, he senses only the wild magic which pervades the entire village.
Along the way, the party discovers a handful of areas not explored during the day spent in Gnomengarde. In a room down a hallway not far from where you encountered Facktoré, you discover two strange Gnomish contraptions. Each resembles a crab with a barrel for a shell, six articulated metal legs, and a pair of forward-facing pincer claws. Both are equipped with a hatch on top, currently open and revealing an interior compartment equipped with a small, leather-padded seat surrounded by levers, pedals and gears.
Beyond the dining area which Storm had peeked into earlier, you find the door to the kitchen. Inside, you see a hot iron stove, some sort of press-like contraption, a low table with a rolling pin on it, a counter with a couple lumps of some green substance on it, and a wide barrel with a large purple mushroom inside of it. Suspended from the ceiling are several wide wooden boards, atop which are bottles and boxes of cooking ingredients. These can be raised and lowered via a complex rope-and-pulley system the Gnomes seem to have set up here. Additionally, large mushroom caps seem scattered all over the place, and Ruggo does sense that they seem to be imbued particularly strongly with the wild magic that saturates this place.
Along the way, the party discovers a handful of areas not explored during the day spent in Gnomengarde. In a room down a hallway not far from where you encountered Facktoré, you discover two strange Gnomish contraptions. Each resembles a crab with a barrel for a shell, six articulated metal legs, and a pair of forward-facing pincer claws. Both are equipped with a hatch on top, currently open and revealing an interior compartment equipped with a small, leather-padded seat surrounded by levers, pedals and gears.
Beyond the dining area which Storm had peeked into earlier, you find the door to the kitchen. Inside, you see a hot iron stove, some sort of press-like contraption, a low table with a rolling pin on it, a counter with a couple lumps of some green substance on it, and a wide barrel with a large purple mushroom inside of it. Suspended from the ceiling are several wide wooden boards, atop which are bottles and boxes of cooking ingredients. These can be raised and lowered via a complex rope-and-pulley system the Gnomes seem to have set up here. Additionally, large mushroom caps seem scattered all over the place, and Ruggo does sense that they seem to be imbued particularly strongly with the wild magic that saturates this place.
Dungeon Master
A stairway leading out of the kitchen brings you up to a pantry area, piled high with small wooden crates. In these you see several loaves of what appears to be green bread, along with spices you don't recognize and large jugs of collected water.
All the while, Cain prods at objects to ensure that nothing prods back. Nothing seems to move or respond that shouldn't as you scour every last corner available to you in your search.
All the while, Cain prods at objects to ensure that nothing prods back. Nothing seems to move or respond that shouldn't as you scour every last corner available to you in your search.
Storm of Fire
After crouching about Gnomegarde for a bit, Storm is satisfied with the job.
"It appears there truly isn't any threat left. We should return to the throne room and end this charade. That is of course..."
Storm pauses a moment in thought.
"No, I suppose that wouldn't be right...but then again..."
He thinks just a little more.
"I mean, treasury is just right there...no. No we should not. Unless anyone has any last ideas, let us head back."
"It appears there truly isn't any threat left. We should return to the throne room and end this charade. That is of course..."
Storm pauses a moment in thought.
"No, I suppose that wouldn't be right...but then again..."
He thinks just a little more.
"I mean, treasury is just right there...no. No we should not. Unless anyone has any last ideas, let us head back."
Govath Forgearm
"I do not feel the need to pillage the gnomes treasury. It would not exactly aid in our goal to bring an alliance between Leilon and the gnomes upon them discovering valuables were missing. Unless we said we found evidence a mimic had traveled through there."
"No, no, we still need devices to bring back and prove ourselves as adventurers back in Leilon."
"No, no, we still need devices to bring back and prove ourselves as adventurers back in Leilon."
Rowan “Ruggo” Rhododendron
"Now, we ain't gonna be breakin' into honest folks locked doors, and takin' what we please. I got my name attached to this little excursion of ours, and everythin'll be above board."
Ruggo throws a stern look at Storm and then Govath.
"Jus' to be clear."
Then his signature lopsided grin breaks through on his fuzzy blue face.
"Let's head back, friends."
Ruggo throws a stern look at Storm and then Govath.
"Jus' to be clear."
Then his signature lopsided grin breaks through on his fuzzy blue face.
"Let's head back, friends."
Dungeon Master
Ruggo doesn't even notice that Storm and Govath are whispering to each other, as he contentedly heads back toward the throne room.
Dungeon Master
Upon crossing through the large double-doors once more (well...large for Gnomes, anyway), the gentle conversation stops and all eyes turn toward you. King Korboz stands up from his throne and addresses you, a note of fear in his voice.
Storm of Fire
Storm struts in with a pleasant smile on his face.
"It is done. We searched high and low. Mainly low due to the height difference. Every nook and every cranny. Every object and rock. To the mushrooms of magic, to the barrel crab contraptions you have stored away. Of course, we were unable to see beyond the private chambers of the Kings and your treasury but we are certain they are clear as well. The Gentle Giant Guide Rowan of the High Forest put forth his best efforts of the arcane and we are pleased to officially declare Gnomegarde safe once again!"
Storm bows.
"It is done. We searched high and low. Mainly low due to the height difference. Every nook and every cranny. Every object and rock. To the mushrooms of magic, to the barrel crab contraptions you have stored away. Of course, we were unable to see beyond the private chambers of the Kings and your treasury but we are certain they are clear as well. The Gentle Giant Guide Rowan of the High Forest put forth his best efforts of the arcane and we are pleased to officially declare Gnomegarde safe once again!"
Storm bows.
Dungeon Master
King Korboz becomes visibly more relaxed, and smiles break out on several of the other faces around you as well. King Gnerkli now rises and speaks.
King Gnerkli
"Then we have cause for celebration! Joybell, Dimble, Panana, Uppendown, Tervaround - head back to the kitchen and prepare a bountiful feast for our most-esteemed guests. Facktoré, see what you can do about accommodating their size in the dining hall. Zook, we will expect joyous music as we feast - and Fibblestib, Dabbledob, see what you can fetch from the treasury that might be a suitable reward for their heroic actions! Everyone else, let us put together a memorial for our dear Warryn and Orynn - we will drink in their honour tonight."
Dungeon Master
All of the Gnomes around you nod in acknowledgment and begin pouring out of the throne room to attend to their assigned tasks. The Twin Kings descend from the dais and give a small bow to your party, before explaining that they intend to clean themselves and their chambers up, and then will see you in the dining hall with the others.
Storm of Fire
"We should see how the festivities go tonight. It might be easier to negotiate terms with a little mushroom wine in them. For now, this one will go rest in our cellar for a bit before the festivities begin. It seems all the Gnomes will be busy attending to that for now."
Storm takes his leave and heads for the cellar, intending to examine the Mimic bodies while there is still time.
Storm takes his leave and heads for the cellar, intending to examine the Mimic bodies while there is still time.
Rowan “Ruggo” Rhododendron
Ruggo excuses himself to the bridge outside to relax with the crashing of the waterfall and a cigar until the feast.
Dungeon Master
As Ruggo and Storm go off to do their own thing, Govath and Cain make their way to the workshop. You beat Fibblestib and Dabbledob there, and have a brief look around the shop. All sorts of strange looking contraptions litter the place, most of them partially-complete.
A couple moments later, the two Gnome inventors enter from behind you. Each is carrying a small package wrapped in fine cloth in their arms. They see you as they enter, set the packages down upon one of the worktables, and turn their attention toward you.
A couple moments later, the two Gnome inventors enter from behind you. Each is carrying a small package wrapped in fine cloth in their arms. They see you as they enter, set the packages down upon one of the worktables, and turn their attention toward you.
Cain Vance
Cain can't help but wonder what weird inventions they were going to start working on now that their current projects were no more
"It's okay, you guys did your best. I'm sure you would have figured out a solution to it all anyway ... though speaking of solution, I was wondering if you two would be able to help me?"
He pauses for the inevitable shock that was about to be given to them.
"I have a bit of a problem, which I hide beneath this hood. You see ...", Cain pulls back the hood,"I'm missing something. It's just an illusionary spell, and the story of how it came to be is a bit too long to get into, but I was wondering if you or anyone in Gnomengarde would be able to craft a sort of mask for me? Something something, and not very menacing. Essentially something that I could go out in public wearing without having to hide inside of this cloak."
"It's okay, you guys did your best. I'm sure you would have figured out a solution to it all anyway ... though speaking of solution, I was wondering if you two would be able to help me?"
He pauses for the inevitable shock that was about to be given to them.
"I have a bit of a problem, which I hide beneath this hood. You see ...", Cain pulls back the hood,"I'm missing something. It's just an illusionary spell, and the story of how it came to be is a bit too long to get into, but I was wondering if you or anyone in Gnomengarde would be able to craft a sort of mask for me? Something something, and not very menacing. Essentially something that I could go out in public wearing without having to hide inside of this cloak."
Correction: "Something simple"
Dungeon Master
The two Gnomes recoil for a moment in shock, and then look at each other questioningly for a moment. Dabbledob turns back to you and responds.
Dungeon Master
Fibblestib steps forward and indicates for you to lean down. He seems to want to touch your face - or lack thereof.
Dungeon Master
Fibblestib reaches up a small hand and feels around the void where a face should be. You feel his hand touch your eyes, your nose, your mouth - though to Govath, it appears as though his hand is hovering just in front of the blank slate. After a moment of this, he pulls back again.
Dungeon Master
He looks at Dabbledob once more, and she gives him a little nod of affirmation.
Cain Vance
Cain thinks for a moment before speaking up, "Oh, I was just hoping for something physical, like a mask, but if you think you could somehow counter this with some sort of temporary enchantment, that would be great. "
"I believe we do plan on spending the night after the feast as we'll need to rest before travelling back to Leilon, so I'll be sure to stop by before then. Thank you very much, I'll leave you two to your work!"
Cain bids his goodbye and then spends the remaining time wandering around Gnomengarde with no specific goal in mind.
"I believe we do plan on spending the night after the feast as we'll need to rest before travelling back to Leilon, so I'll be sure to stop by before then. Thank you very much, I'll leave you two to your work!"
Cain bids his goodbye and then spends the remaining time wandering around Gnomengarde with no specific goal in mind.
@scott Was there anything specific you wanted to talk to Facktoré about, or were you just making smalltalk?
Govath Forgearm
Seeing that Cain has possibly found some form of help to aid him in his current unfortunate facelessness, he continues on to Facktoré's work area to discuss the inner workings of the crabs, which he plans to study and document that he may attempt recreating them from his own forge back home.
Dungeon Master
You find Facktoré continuing to make improvements to her crossbow contraption. She eyes you warily as you first approach, but when you express interest in the barrel crabs, her eyes light up and her guard falls. Immediately, she launches into a lengthy explanation about the genius of her creations, explaining that they are used for tending to and harvesting the sacred mushrooms as well as construction tasks within the tunnels of Gnomengarde. She is happy to answer all of your questions, and even allows you the opportunity to hop in one and drive it around for a short while. It's a little cramped, but you manage alright, being fairly short in stature yourself.
Dungeon Master
The four of you spend an hour relaxing while the Gnomes prepare their banquet, and then make your way to the dining hall. It appears that between working on her contraption and speaking with Govath, Facktoré managed to cobble together four chairs of appropriate size, as well as a taller table, which the four of you sit down at. Unfortunately your dishes and utensils are still Gnome-sized, but they'll do.
Zook plays his flute in the corner of the room, performing a duet with Nyx, who plays a beautiful fiddle. The five Gnomes on kitchen duty fill your mugs with mushroom wine and bring out grilled red mushroom steaks and green loaves of bread, while the rest of the residents of Gnomengarde enjoy the feast alongside you at their chairs and tables. Jabby and Delebean dance heartily near the musicians.
Zook plays his flute in the corner of the room, performing a duet with Nyx, who plays a beautiful fiddle. The five Gnomes on kitchen duty fill your mugs with mushroom wine and bring out grilled red mushroom steaks and green loaves of bread, while the rest of the residents of Gnomengarde enjoy the feast alongside you at their chairs and tables. Jabby and Delebean dance heartily near the musicians.
Anyone who drinks the wine, I'll need Constitution saving throws - Govath has advantage
Dungeon Master
Govath, you notice Ruggo attempting to pour his wine into your mug.
Dungeon Master
In no time at all, your cup is refilled. Meanwhile, Cain, Govath and Storm all begin to feel very nauseous as the mushroom wine hits their stomachs. Cain and Govath's skin goes pale, and your certain that Storm's would be too if you could see it beneath his fur. Cain and Govath manage to keep it together, suppressing their gags, but within a moment of downing the mug, Storm vomits it back up - thankfully swift enough to bring the empty mug back to his mouth, first.
There's no hiding the sound of it, and the music stops, all eyes gravitating toward the party with looks of concern. After an awkward pause, Zook lets out a mighty laugh, followed by Nyx. Soon, the entire cavern erupts into laughter - not with mocking tone, just good, hearty laughter.
One of the dancing Gnomes comes by and gives Storm a sympathetic pat on the back.
There's no hiding the sound of it, and the music stops, all eyes gravitating toward the party with looks of concern. After an awkward pause, Zook lets out a mighty laugh, followed by Nyx. Soon, the entire cavern erupts into laughter - not with mocking tone, just good, hearty laughter.
One of the dancing Gnomes comes by and gives Storm a sympathetic pat on the back.
Dungeon Master
Your spoiled mug is whisked away and soon replaced with a clean mug of water, and within a moment the incident seems forgotten entirely.
Cain, Govath and Storm feel nauseous for the next two hours, which causes them to suffer the same effects as being poisoned (disadvantage on attack rolls and ability checks)
Cain Vance
Sitting back and rubbing his belly, Cain says, "Ugh, how does anyone keep this ---" , which is quickly interrupted by Storm's projectile vomit. The sight of which almost makes Cain himself vomit.
After the sudden excitement dies down, Cain lets out a weak laugh saying, "You could probably weaponize this poison ... maybe that's enough to fulfill our contract.."
"Anyway, I need to get some food in me." Cain begins eating whatever is in front of him.
After the sudden excitement dies down, Cain lets out a weak laugh saying, "You could probably weaponize this poison ... maybe that's enough to fulfill our contract.."
"Anyway, I need to get some food in me." Cain begins eating whatever is in front of him.
Dungeon Master
The food is much more palatable than the wine, and you all thoroughly enjoy it. Even the green bread, which gave you all pause to look at, has a pleasant taste, and in good time each of you sits back, stomach satisfied after a long day.
Storm of Fire
During the night Storm stumbles around (attempting) to tell tales and stories of mystery and wonder. At some point, he gathers up his Lute and joins ol' Zook and Nyx with their instruments. He attempts to convince them how successful the infamous Red Eyes of Port Nyanzaru of the Boundless Jungle clan and begins to join in on their ensemble.
Dungeon Master
Unfortunately, in his nauseous state, Storm fails to give a good impression of his talents. Zook and Nyx initially welcome him happily to join them in a song, but by the end they give each other a look and recommend that you simply relax and enjoy the evening.
Eventually, as everyone finishes their meals and dishes are cleared away, the Gnomes tending to the kitchen come to join everyone, and the Twin Kings call everyone to a more somber purpose. A moment of silence is given for Warryn and Orryn, the two Gnomes devoured by the shapeshifting mimics, and several citizens of Gnomengarde stand up from their seats in order to share a humorous anecdote or some pleasant words about their fallen brothers. You sit politely and listen, until that portion of the evening passes, and King Gnerkli and King Korboz stand from their seats and turn to address the four of you.
Eventually, as everyone finishes their meals and dishes are cleared away, the Gnomes tending to the kitchen come to join everyone, and the Twin Kings call everyone to a more somber purpose. A moment of silence is given for Warryn and Orryn, the two Gnomes devoured by the shapeshifting mimics, and several citizens of Gnomengarde stand up from their seats in order to share a humorous anecdote or some pleasant words about their fallen brothers. You sit politely and listen, until that portion of the evening passes, and King Gnerkli and King Korboz stand from their seats and turn to address the four of you.
King Korboz
"Gnomengarde's reputation for magical inventions is no-doubt over-exaggerated for you to have been sent here for aid - nonetheless, we do have a handful of creations which we can offer. How much help they will be, I cannot say, but perhaps you will find use for them beyond what we imagined."
Dungeon Master
Dabbledob approaches the party with a small item wrapped in cloth - one of the two Cain and Govath saw them bring from the treasury. She gives you a little bow, then unwraps the item: a small amulet, made of copper, containing various interlocking gears which rotate steadily. Faint ticking and whirring noises can be heard as she holds it up for you to take.
Dabbledob
"Thith amulet hath been imbued with magickth from Mechanuth, the plane of predictability. It ith the rethult of many hourth of thtudy, for I have alwayth been interethted in it. You will find that it lendth a thertain conthithtenthy to your actionth that may be helpful in critical momenth."
Dungeon Master
Fibblestib steps forward as Dabbledob backs away, and unwraps the second of the bundles seen earlier in the workshop. Inside his bundle is what appears to be a one-foot-long metal rod. He holds it up for you to take.
Fibblestib
"This is one of my own inventions which I confess I am most proud of. You see, this is actually a ten-foot pole, compressed for easy carrying. You simply speak the command word, and it will extend to fill any gap, to a maximum of ten feet. A separate command word will cause it to retract once more."
Dungeon Master
He ensures that one of you has taken it before continuing.
Dungeon Master
Fibblestib steps back now, and the Kings address you once more.
Dungeon Master
King Gnerkli pulls from his robe what appears to be a wand, decorated along its length with star shapes of various colours. He offers it to the party.
Dungeon Master
King Korboz now steps forward and produces a hat, pointed but sagging, and blue with little silver moons patterned throughout. He offers it to the party with a little bow.
King Korboz
"I never was particularly studious as a young Gnome - always looking for shortcuts, never willing to take the time to properly learn new spells. And so I developed an idea for a hat that would allow me to cast any spell without having learned it. Of course, as ambitious as I was, my skill prohibited me from creating anything quite that wonderful, but you'll find that this hat will allow those among you with arcane abilities to occasionally use certain spells you normally would not be able to."
Dungeon Master
He gives the party a little wink, then steps back. Both Kings bow, and the entire cavern erupts in appreciative applause.
Storm of Fire
Storm is in no position to make logical or rational thought. The mushroom wine is hitting him like a dinosaur race collision in the streets of Port Nyanzaru. During the whole presentation, he stares and listens. Once then inventors and Kings are done, he perks up.
"Wow a device of Mechanus! There is a most wonderful music box in Leilon with a little Modron band. This one is sure you would love it! Oh and a hat! What a lovely looking hat! It would look extra extravagant with this cloak of mine! Let me perform a glorious rendition of The Cat in the Hat, a silly rhyme from my home town!"
Storm reaches for his lute in a drunken stupor...
"Wow a device of Mechanus! There is a most wonderful music box in Leilon with a little Modron band. This one is sure you would love it! Oh and a hat! What a lovely looking hat! It would look extra extravagant with this cloak of mine! Let me perform a glorious rendition of The Cat in the Hat, a silly rhyme from my home town!"
Storm reaches for his lute in a drunken stupor...
Rowan “Ruggo” Rhododendron
Ruggo puts a steady hand on the lute as Storm reaches for it.
"Now Red, yeh don't wanna show up our hosts," He nods towards Nyx and Zook, "We all know yer mighty talented, but it's never a good look to uh... overplay ones welcome. Keep that one on the back burner, I know I wanna hear it round the bonfire."
"Now Red, yeh don't wanna show up our hosts," He nods towards Nyx and Zook, "We all know yer mighty talented, but it's never a good look to uh... overplay ones welcome. Keep that one on the back burner, I know I wanna hear it round the bonfire."
Cain Vance
Cain gives a slight bow before speaking, "Thank you, your majesties, and all of Gnomengarde for your gifts, I'm sure these will be useful in the aid to Leilon. However, if I could make one additional request, would you permit Leilon communication with Gnomengarde in the event they need your technical assistance in their defenses?" Cain nods specifically to Factore and the two inventors.
Dungeon Master
The Kings look at each other for a moment, a puzzled expression on their faces.
King Gnerkli
"We of Gnomengarde enjoy a peaceful, quiet existence, left to ourselves to enjoy our way of life and tinker as we please. None of us are equipped for travel, nor do any of us have the inclination to do so. That being said, hopefully we have demonstrated our hospitality and willingness to help visitors. Should your town of Leilon send an envoy, we would be happy to lend what aid we are able."
Dungeon Master
You politely accept the Gnomes' gifts and head back your table, where you enjoy the rest of the night's festivities until things begin to wind down. The Gnomes clear away the tables and chairs, offering you the dining hall as a place to rest until morning. Each resident of the small village makes a point of thanking you personally, and wishing you safety on your travels back to Leilon. The Kings retire to their chambers, and the other Gnomes to their sleeping quarters, leaving the four of you to fall asleep in your bed rolls to the soothing sound of the waterfall echoing in from outside.
Calendar of Harptos
6th day of Eleasis (Highsun), 1481
Moon Phase / Season
🌗 Last Quarter
☀️ Summer
☀️ Summer
Today's Weather: Mountain, Summer
Weather
☀ Clear
Wind
💨 16 mph (7 m/s),
↙
SouthwestTemperature
🌡 High: 64 °F (18 °C) | Low: 58 °F (14 °C)
Dungeon Master
You awake to cool, mountain air flowing in from the entrance you came in the day before - but the rain has stopped, and the sun is now shining, making the temperature more bearable. The four of you feel refreshed and ready to begin the two-day journey back to Leilon.
Storm of Fire
Storm groans and rolls over, the sound of the waterfall pounding inside his skull.
"I will not deny that I hardly recall what occurred last night, it feels like a blur. Just a whole bunch of Gnomes and a fancy looking hat. Or did this one dream it up...that is enough mushroom wine for nine lifetimes I think..."
Rolling out of his bedroom, Storm sits up and looks around.
"At least there are no more mimics here. It was a good first adventure on the Sword Coast."
Storm slowly stands, staggering a bit and steadying himself on the wall.
"Ugh...this is going to be a long day. If it is a bright sunny day outside then I think I will choose to join my clan in the after realms. Guide Ruggo, there are some things I want to do before we head out today. It should not take too long, but if the group can spare a few hours than it would be appreciated."
Grabbing his cloak and leaving the rest of his adventuring gear and Lute on his bedroll, Storm turns to head out.
"I am off to see the inventors if anyone wishes to join me. Otherwise I shall meet you back here for departure."
Storm bows to the party and embarks with a slight stagger and the occasional pause to steady the dizziness.
"I will not deny that I hardly recall what occurred last night, it feels like a blur. Just a whole bunch of Gnomes and a fancy looking hat. Or did this one dream it up...that is enough mushroom wine for nine lifetimes I think..."
Rolling out of his bedroom, Storm sits up and looks around.
"At least there are no more mimics here. It was a good first adventure on the Sword Coast."
Storm slowly stands, staggering a bit and steadying himself on the wall.
"Ugh...this is going to be a long day. If it is a bright sunny day outside then I think I will choose to join my clan in the after realms. Guide Ruggo, there are some things I want to do before we head out today. It should not take too long, but if the group can spare a few hours than it would be appreciated."
Grabbing his cloak and leaving the rest of his adventuring gear and Lute on his bedroll, Storm turns to head out.
"I am off to see the inventors if anyone wishes to join me. Otherwise I shall meet you back here for departure."
Storm bows to the party and embarks with a slight stagger and the occasional pause to steady the dizziness.
Rowan “Ruggo” Rhododendron
Ruggo had slung his own backpack on and was about to round everyone up to get an early head start on the journey back. Now with Storm rushing off, he throws his pack back on the bed and yells after him,
"Take yer time! We weren't in any hurry or anything, I'll just stop the sun from goin' down with my firbolg powers!"
"Take yer time! We weren't in any hurry or anything, I'll just stop the sun from goin' down with my firbolg powers!"
Cain Vance
Cain actually woke up a little early, but stayed in bed relaxing. He was feeling good: the weather was great, they had completed their first adventure and he was looking forward to what the two inventors were cooking up for him. It had been a few days since the incident, but there were long stretches recently that he had completely forgotten about the whole thing.
Hearing Storm get up and mention his planned visit to the inventors, Cain gets up, packs his gear and says, "Wait up, I'll join you!"
Hearing Storm get up and mention his planned visit to the inventors, Cain gets up, packs his gear and says, "Wait up, I'll join you!"
Dungeon Master
Storm and Cain make their way back toward the inventors' workshop. Facktoré almost fires another crossbow bolt at you but realizes who it is just in time. It seems Delebean and Anverth are on watch, and Anverth informs you that the blades have been started again. He accompanies you to take care of disabling it so that the two of you can safely squeeze by.
Upon entering the inventors' workshop, you find Fibblestib and Dabbledob both sleeping at a single worktable. Dabbledob awakens suddenly at the sound of you entering.
Upon entering the inventors' workshop, you find Fibblestib and Dabbledob both sleeping at a single worktable. Dabbledob awakens suddenly at the sound of you entering.
Dungeon Master
Fibblestib slowly begins to come to consciousness as well, head slowly rising from the hard wood beneath it.
Dungeon Master
She grabs something flexible and grey off from the table between them, appearing to be little more than a flat, round circle with holes where eyes and mouth should be. She holds it up for you to take.
Dungeon Master
Storm, as you turn to observe Cain donning his new mask, you are momentarily shocked to notice that where once was a blank slate, now is a face. Pale, expressionless and utterly uninteresting. By the time you turn to look back at the two inventors, you've already forgotten what it looked like, though you are impressed with the enchantment that they have managed to pull off.
Dungeon Master
She gives him a wink, and the two share a hearty chuckle before turning their attention back to you.
Cain Vance
Cain quickly runs over to the most reflective material he could find in the workshop and looks at himself in the reflection.
"This is ... incredible! I look so plain!", which, considering his recent circumstances, Cain hopes will be a huge asset. He turns to the two to thank them.
"Thank you so ---", and then he pauses as he immediately forgets what he looked like. Looking back into the reflection, he refreshes his memory before turning back around ... and forgetting again.
"Interesting ...", he mutters, but excitedly follows up, "Thank you both so much. You don't know how much this helps! If there's any way I could repay you, I have a little gold."
"This is ... incredible! I look so plain!", which, considering his recent circumstances, Cain hopes will be a huge asset. He turns to the two to thank them.
"Thank you so ---", and then he pauses as he immediately forgets what he looked like. Looking back into the reflection, he refreshes his memory before turning back around ... and forgetting again.
"Interesting ...", he mutters, but excitedly follows up, "Thank you both so much. You don't know how much this helps! If there's any way I could repay you, I have a little gold."
Storm of Fire
Storm watches Cain don the mask and loses all creative thought while looking at his...face? Upon looking away to congratulate the inventors on such speedy work, he has already forgotten what Cain looked like. He looks back and studies the face as hard as he can but all the features seem so unremarkable that there are no comparisons in his mind to even make. He looks away again and ponders on the fact that no-face Cain was much more better looking than mask-face Cain which confusing him.
"Cain, I don't think you realize HOW plain you look. You're so plain, your feature are almost as invisible as your real face. I can't hardly recall what you look like when my eyes aren't looking. It's such a strange feeling. But now we will be certain no one will ever known you are...you."
"Cain, I don't think you realize HOW plain you look. You're so plain, your feature are almost as invisible as your real face. I can't hardly recall what you look like when my eyes aren't looking. It's such a strange feeling. But now we will be certain no one will ever known you are...you."
Dungeon Master
Following the exchange of the mask, Storm takes the time to personally thank Fibblestib and Dabbledob for the pole and amulet which they gifted the party the evening before. He then produces the mechanical spider and cosmic diorama which he purchased at Wynn's Wares back in Leilon, and asks if they might have anything similar available for trade.
Dabbledob takes particular interest in this, explaining that clockwork mechanisms are her "thpecialty". She seems especially taken with the mechanical spider - going over to her worktable, she pushes aside a bunch of scrap-metal and encloses a small object in her hands. Upon her return, she unveils the object: a small clockwork bird, with a handle for winding up the complex mechanism partially visible through its exterior metal shell. She winds it for you in demonstration, tossing it into the air, where its hinged wings flap, pulling it in small circles above her head until it gently descends back into her hand. As it turns out, she makes these mechanical birds frequently and has a variety of shapes and sizes. She'd be willing to part with one in exchange for the spider.
Storm goes on to inquire about the Nimblewrights, and the two Gnomes seem fascinated, but confess that they have no knowledge of such a device. He doesn't get the impression that they would be much help with it, especially being unwilling to leave Gnomengarde, and so he decides to let the topic rest.
Finally, he asks if they could use any further help with anything before the party leaves. They thank him profusely for the offer, but insist that with King Korboz back in his right mind and the shapeshifter threat dealt with, Gnomengarde should be perfectly fine once again.
Dabbledob takes particular interest in this, explaining that clockwork mechanisms are her "thpecialty". She seems especially taken with the mechanical spider - going over to her worktable, she pushes aside a bunch of scrap-metal and encloses a small object in her hands. Upon her return, she unveils the object: a small clockwork bird, with a handle for winding up the complex mechanism partially visible through its exterior metal shell. She winds it for you in demonstration, tossing it into the air, where its hinged wings flap, pulling it in small circles above her head until it gently descends back into her hand. As it turns out, she makes these mechanical birds frequently and has a variety of shapes and sizes. She'd be willing to part with one in exchange for the spider.
Storm goes on to inquire about the Nimblewrights, and the two Gnomes seem fascinated, but confess that they have no knowledge of such a device. He doesn't get the impression that they would be much help with it, especially being unwilling to leave Gnomengarde, and so he decides to let the topic rest.
Finally, he asks if they could use any further help with anything before the party leaves. They thank him profusely for the offer, but insist that with King Korboz back in his right mind and the shapeshifter threat dealt with, Gnomengarde should be perfectly fine once again.
Storm of Fire
Storm enjoys his conversation with the two wild Gnomes. He gladly trades the spider for the mechanical bird, a great souvenir for his first adventure. He thanks them for listening to his inquiries regarding the Nimblewright and any other tasks Gnomengarde may need help with. He wishes them great luck in their future inventions and endeavors and says he hopes to return one day before going back to Chult.
Judging by the time he spent conversing, he determines that not much time has passed. Instead of returning to the group, he heads off to the wine cellar where the mimic body was left. He takes out his Tome of Bones and finishes what he started...
Judging by the time he spent conversing, he determines that not much time has passed. Instead of returning to the group, he heads off to the wine cellar where the mimic body was left. He takes out his Tome of Bones and finishes what he started...
Dungeon Master
Cain returns first to find Ruggo relaxing and Govath still snoring away in his bedroll. About an hour later, Storm returns to the group, and Govath begins to stir from his slumber.
Govath Forgearm
_As Govath wakes up he takes out his pipe and begins to clean it out and light it.
"Well I think that is enough of the mushroom wine for the rest of my life. I think I can still taste it."
"Cain, your face is back, although it has to be the plainest face I have ever seen. It seems we found more than we came looking for."
Govath leans back on his pack and looks up at the ceiling. Cain's face fades from his memory just as one tree in a forest would.
"Well I think that is enough of the mushroom wine for the rest of my life. I think I can still taste it."
"Cain, your face is back, although it has to be the plainest face I have ever seen. It seems we found more than we came looking for."
Govath leans back on his pack and looks up at the ceiling. Cain's face fades from his memory just as one tree in a forest would.
Rowan “Ruggo” Rhododendron
"s'the strangest thing that's fer sure, but less uncomfortable than tryin' to talk to a blank slate. At least yeh got eyes now."
Ruggo grabs his pack and once again slings it over his shoulder, locking his crossbow to the hook, donning his hatchet and hunting knife.
"What's that yer smoking, Govath? Did these gnomes give you some special leaves?"
Ruggo grabs his pack and once again slings it over his shoulder, locking his crossbow to the hook, donning his hatchet and hunting knife.
"What's that yer smoking, Govath? Did these gnomes give you some special leaves?"
Storm of Fire
Upon returning to the group, Storm packs up his bedroll and sorts out his gear for travelling. When he finishes, he looks around and asks...
"Who has all the artifacts we received last night? This one was too sauced on mushroom wine to recall what happened to them. And do you think I can wear that hat? It would pair nicely with my cloak and peforming persona."
"Who has all the artifacts we received last night? This one was too sauced on mushroom wine to recall what happened to them. And do you think I can wear that hat? It would pair nicely with my cloak and peforming persona."
Storm of Fire
As storm settles all his gear on his body, he does a quick look around the room to ensure the group left nothing behind. He finds the hat and wand in a bundle of leftover objects from the feast.
"Ah, here they are."
He takes the hat and puts it on.
"A perfect fit to both my head and my attire. The fashionista's of Waterdeep better watch out, I hear they can get quite fierce when someone looks better than them, oh so I have heard."
Storm tosses the wand to Cain.
"And there, we all now carry one of four souvenirs of Gnomegarde! Well, let us catch up to Guide Ruggo before he leaves us all behind."
Storm heads out to catch up to Ruggo.
"Ah, here they are."
He takes the hat and puts it on.
"A perfect fit to both my head and my attire. The fashionista's of Waterdeep better watch out, I hear they can get quite fierce when someone looks better than them, oh so I have heard."
Storm tosses the wand to Cain.
"And there, we all now carry one of four souvenirs of Gnomegarde! Well, let us catch up to Guide Ruggo before he leaves us all behind."
Storm heads out to catch up to Ruggo.
Storm of Fire
"We need to deliver at least one thing. I suspect that the Lances will pick what they think is most useful to the cause. This one will wear the hat until Leilon to keep the sun out of my pounding head but decide what to do with it once we are there. If the Lances wish to have the hat for the cause, I will part with it."
Storm of Fire
"That isn't a bad idea. You and her seemed to have a good connection over your aptitude for creation. If you think she could agree to something like that, we could get a quick written contract or something. Or perhaps run ask her on our way. Though the contract with the Lances state we are to be paid per item handed to them, I am sure we can get something for a Gnomegarde work order for a defensive ballista."
Storm of Fire
Storm thinks about what it would take to enchant something big enough to make a whole town appear uninteresting.
"Perhaps some sort of uninterestingly-enchanted-rods that could be placed around the town's edge. Linked together they could create such an uninteresting aura."
Storm laughs at the notion of this possibility.
"Perhaps some sort of uninterestingly-enchanted-rods that could be placed around the town's edge. Linked together they could create such an uninteresting aura."
Storm laughs at the notion of this possibility.
Cain Vance
Cain fiddles with the wand that Storm tossed at him, turning it around and aiming down it. Realizing he has no experience with magical combat, he decides to quickly put it away before he accidentally blows something up.
Listening to the conversation as they walk on, Cain speaks up,
"I agree with Storm that we should leave some of the choice to the Lances. However, if we feel that any of these gifts are worth more than the 50 gold they're paying, we don't need to give it away."
"Also, we've secured the opportunity for Leilon to send an envoy to Gnomengarde for support, that should at least get us something?"
Cain pauses for a moment, before coming to a sudden realization.
"You know, I think the bigger question we should be asking is what is the plan for after we finish this contract? We all came to Leilon for various reasons, my own being to simply get away ... and now I'm heading back into danger, though with this new mask, I suppose its less so."
Point to Rowan, he continues, "But, Rowan here for example, you're a ranger. You're not in the employ of the Lances, so how long are you going to continue doing contracts for them?"
Listening to the conversation as they walk on, Cain speaks up,
"I agree with Storm that we should leave some of the choice to the Lances. However, if we feel that any of these gifts are worth more than the 50 gold they're paying, we don't need to give it away."
"Also, we've secured the opportunity for Leilon to send an envoy to Gnomengarde for support, that should at least get us something?"
Cain pauses for a moment, before coming to a sudden realization.
"You know, I think the bigger question we should be asking is what is the plan for after we finish this contract? We all came to Leilon for various reasons, my own being to simply get away ... and now I'm heading back into danger, though with this new mask, I suppose its less so."
Point to Rowan, he continues, "But, Rowan here for example, you're a ranger. You're not in the employ of the Lances, so how long are you going to continue doing contracts for them?"
Rowan “Ruggo” Rhododendron
Ruggo leans against the wall, looking rather impatiently at the others. The day is wasting and his instincts tell him they should've left at dawn. He crosses his arms and answers Cain,
"Reckon this job being the success it is all favours between m'self and the Captain are sorted. Though if he needs the services of a skilled ranger I take commissions based on the nature of the job." Ruggo takes off his hat and wipes perspiration from his brow.
"Truth be told I dunno what I'm gonna do after this. Makes life excitin' don't it, mate?"
"Reckon this job being the success it is all favours between m'self and the Captain are sorted. Though if he needs the services of a skilled ranger I take commissions based on the nature of the job." Ruggo takes off his hat and wipes perspiration from his brow.
"Truth be told I dunno what I'm gonna do after this. Makes life excitin' don't it, mate?"
Dungeon Master
The four of you head out the way you came, stepping out into the mist of the waterfall outside. Making your way down the walkway, you take in the fresh air and the sunshine, then begin your trek back to Leilon. Now that you know where you're going, Ruggo estimates you can make it there by tomorrow night - assuming all goes smoothly. Keeping a special eye out for any Harpies, you make your way carefully along the mountain ridge, then continue onward to the western edge of the mountains without incident before the sun descends and you decide you need to make camp.
Rowan “Ruggo” Rhododendron
"Well put, Red. To be honest I'm a tad keen to stretch my hunting muscles. I'll see you all in an hour."
Ruggo slings his crossbow over his shoulder, grabs his trap in one hand and the magic rod in another, speaks the activation word and the rod extends to a comfortable walking stick height. He trudges off to search for wild game.
Ruggo slings his crossbow over his shoulder, grabs his trap in one hand and the magic rod in another, speaks the activation word and the rod extends to a comfortable walking stick height. He trudges off to search for wild game.
Dungeon Master
By the last light of day, Ruggo manages to snag another mountain goat for a meal and finds a small dip in the rocky ground where rainwater has gathered from the day before. There's not a ton to go around, but you manage to half-fill your skins and have a decent meal for the night.
As you're heading back toward greener lands, trees are more common, and Govath manages to collect enough wood for a healthy fire. The four of you sit down and enjoy a hot meal under clear skies.
Each party member gets: 1 Ration, 1 Water
As you're heading back toward greener lands, trees are more common, and Govath manages to collect enough wood for a healthy fire. The four of you sit down and enjoy a hot meal under clear skies.
Each party member gets: 1 Ration, 1 Water
Storm of Fire
While the group eats around the bonfire under the clear summer sky, Storm finishes and picks up his Lute to play an ambient melody.
"Now that we are certain that shapeshifter was the aftermath of wild magic surge, what object did you put in each other's bags? I had slipped a silver coin into Cain's bag of which I had claws an X shape across one face."
"Now that we are certain that shapeshifter was the aftermath of wild magic surge, what object did you put in each other's bags? I had slipped a silver coin into Cain's bag of which I had claws an X shape across one face."
Rowan “Ruggo” Rhododendron
Ruggo pokes the fire with a stick.
"Well now, you should be showing me what I put in your pack, else how's I supposed to know you ain't a doppelgänger?"
His serious face can't hold it too long before his sideways grin breaks out.
"Hell, I wrapped a piece of flint in a tindercloth."
"Well now, you should be showing me what I put in your pack, else how's I supposed to know you ain't a doppelgänger?"
His serious face can't hold it too long before his sideways grin breaks out.
"Hell, I wrapped a piece of flint in a tindercloth."
Cain Vance
Searching through his bag, Cain finds the coin with the claw mark and tosses it back to Storm. "I wasn't as creative, I just added a small handful of ball bearings. I actually do the same in secret to Pog and Ula just in case either would have become a shapeshifter after being separated. I guess this elaborate plan was all for nothing.", he laughs.
Storm of Fire
"They reached the home of Gnomes,
And into the Falls they roamed,
To discover something beset,
The caves with an evil threat.
Govath was hit with a bolt,
But yanked it with a jolt.
And then there was a stranger,
Who looked like the good guide ranger!
♫♫♫
Ooooooh!
They are the group with no nameee,
No fortune and no fameee,
Their first quest started rough,
But they hadn't had enough.
♫♫♫
They learned of two King's plight,
That had the Gnomes in fright.
An evil there did lurk,
So the group set off to work.
The creature killed two brothers
And so they searched for others.
But the thing they tried to find,
Was not what they had in mind.
♫♫♫
Ooooooh!
They are the group with no nameee,
No fortune and no fameee,
They thought they knew the plots,
As they tried to match the dots.
♫♫♫
Now deep in the wine cellar,
There was a hidden dweller,
But they were drinking wine,
Too busy to see the sign.
So sudden was the attack,
But accuracy it did lack.
The monsters they were feral,
A sticky door and barrel!
♫♫♫
Ooooooh!
They are the group with no nameee,
No fortune and no fameee,
They fight with all their might,
To try to make things right!
♫♫♫
The Mimics they were slain,
A relief to the King's brain,
The Gnomes they threw a feast,
To remember the deceased.
Some gifts they did recieve,
Upon that festive eve,
Now taking what they earn,
To Leilon they return!
♫♫♫
Ooooooh!
They are the group with no nameee,
No fortune and no fameee,
Their first quest at an end,
With gold for them to spend!
♫♫♫"
And into the Falls they roamed,
To discover something beset,
The caves with an evil threat.
Govath was hit with a bolt,
But yanked it with a jolt.
And then there was a stranger,
Who looked like the good guide ranger!
♫♫♫
Ooooooh!
They are the group with no nameee,
No fortune and no fameee,
Their first quest started rough,
But they hadn't had enough.
♫♫♫
They learned of two King's plight,
That had the Gnomes in fright.
An evil there did lurk,
So the group set off to work.
The creature killed two brothers
And so they searched for others.
But the thing they tried to find,
Was not what they had in mind.
♫♫♫
Ooooooh!
They are the group with no nameee,
No fortune and no fameee,
They thought they knew the plots,
As they tried to match the dots.
♫♫♫
Now deep in the wine cellar,
There was a hidden dweller,
But they were drinking wine,
Too busy to see the sign.
So sudden was the attack,
But accuracy it did lack.
The monsters they were feral,
A sticky door and barrel!
♫♫♫
Ooooooh!
They are the group with no nameee,
No fortune and no fameee,
They fight with all their might,
To try to make things right!
♫♫♫
The Mimics they were slain,
A relief to the King's brain,
The Gnomes they threw a feast,
To remember the deceased.
Some gifts they did recieve,
Upon that festive eve,
Now taking what they earn,
To Leilon they return!
♫♫♫
Ooooooh!
They are the group with no nameee,
No fortune and no fameee,
Their first quest at an end,
With gold for them to spend!
♫♫♫"
Dungeon Master
Cain, Govath and Storm settle in under the stars to get their night's rest, while Ruggo throws some more wood on the fire to keep him company as he watches.
@Wolverbane, make a Perception check
Dungeon Master
The warmth of the fire and the comfort of the cigar in your mouth lull you into a bit of a daze, which eventually turns to sleep. Storm never takes second watch, because you never wake him up.
Calendar of Harptos
7th day of Eleasis (Highsun), 1481
Moon Phase / Season
🌗 Last Quarter
☀️ Summer
☀️ Summer
Today's Weather: Coastal, Summer
Weather
🌧 Downpour
Wind
💨 7 mph (3 m/s),
↓
SouthTemperature
🌡 High: 73 °F (23 °C) | Low: 66 °F (19 °C)
Dungeon Master
The first thing any of you are aware of is the sound of a primal roar which echoes through the mountain peaks, stirring you from your slumber at light of dawn. Scrambling out of your bedrolls and to your feet, your eyes look northward to the direction of the sound - just in time to see a large, white creature, carried above the peaks by massive, flapping wings. There can be no doubting it now - you are looking at a White Dragon, its silhouette clear against the grey clouds rolling in, and it is heading in your direction.
Storm of Fire
Storm scurries to his feet.
"This one wasn't sleeping on watch, I swear it on the Ubtao...wait...I was never..."
His head whips around to the sound of the roaring White Dragon.
"...nevermind..."
Storm quickly grabs the important things and puts on his gear.
"So...do we run or do we fight. I do not think favor is on our side if we fight this thing here and now."
"This one wasn't sleeping on watch, I swear it on the Ubtao...wait...I was never..."
His head whips around to the sound of the roaring White Dragon.
"...nevermind..."
Storm quickly grabs the important things and puts on his gear.
"So...do we run or do we fight. I do not think favor is on our side if we fight this thing here and now."
Dungeon Master
The Dragon appears to be approaching from somewhere north of the mountains, and hasn't yet reached the peaks. It appears to be coming roughly toward you, and given its speed, could probably get to you within a few moments.
@Osteel and @scott, assuming you wish to follow the same course of action, I'll need Stealth checks from you as well
Dungeon Master
Looking around frantically, you spot a group of bushes close to a rocky wall about a 30-second sprint to the north. A rocky outcropping above provides cover from the sky. You dash in that direction as quickly as your legs will carry you, practically diving behind the bushes as you arrive. Govath twists and lies down on the ground, clutching his warhammer in his fists tightly.
A moment passes. And then another. Then, just as you feel the beast must have changed course and headed elsewhere, you hear the loud flapping noises of its wings, quietly at first, then louder, then louder still as it seems to descend upon your position. Then, to your utter horror, you hear a loud thud atop the outcropping directly above you. It shakes from the impact, loosing small rocks which pelt the four of you on their way to the ground. You are painfully aware of the sound of a massive creature's slow breathing - which is bad enough, but far preferable to the sound you hear next.
A loud crunch as teeth tear apart bone. The sickening sound of flesh being ripped apart. And the splattering noise of several drops of blood being flung from above, hitting the ground on the other side of the bushes.
A moment passes. And then another. Then, just as you feel the beast must have changed course and headed elsewhere, you hear the loud flapping noises of its wings, quietly at first, then louder, then louder still as it seems to descend upon your position. Then, to your utter horror, you hear a loud thud atop the outcropping directly above you. It shakes from the impact, loosing small rocks which pelt the four of you on their way to the ground. You are painfully aware of the sound of a massive creature's slow breathing - which is bad enough, but far preferable to the sound you hear next.
A loud crunch as teeth tear apart bone. The sickening sound of flesh being ripped apart. And the splattering noise of several drops of blood being flung from above, hitting the ground on the other side of the bushes.
Storm of Fire
*Storm holds his breath, thinking about similar times where he had his from ravaging dinosaurs in the Chultan jungles...sometimes with one of his expedition teams he was guiding. And then that rich elf who paid for the expedition for a false sense of adventure with his father's money just had to look because his undeserving richness made him feel invicible. And of course that stupid elf got himself spotted and snapped in two before he could cry for help. What a mess.
...
Storm is so glad he's in this predicament with more experienced adventurers. *
...
Storm is so glad he's in this predicament with more experienced adventurers. *
Rowan “Ruggo” Rhododendron
Ruggo doesn't move a muscle, carefully slowing his breathing and trying to calm the deafening thudding of his heart.
Cain Vance
Cain quietly pants to himself as he lays as flat as possible. He's been in these situations more than once, though never with a White Dragon. And, for some reason that only nature could understand, when one isn't allowed to make noise, one begins to feel the need to cough. He scratches his throat slowly hoping for it to pass.
Storm of Fire
Storm tries to imagine that the dragon is eating a mountain goat. Deliciously cooked over a fire. Or maybe it's a Gnome. No. Too small. It's definitely a goat. Of course it's a goat. Or...maybe it's one hundred gnomes stuffed inside it's maw. Oh no. What if they led the dragon right to Gnomengarde! Goat. Goat. Goat. Goat. Gnome....Goat. Goat. Gnome. Gnome. Gnomes. So many Gnomes. Gulp.
Dungeon Master
Several agonizing moments pass as the creature above you devours its prey. You watch as the clouds continue to roll in and the first drops of rain begin to fall. Thunder rumbles somewhere in the distance, and shortly after, you hear the beating of wings. A shadow is briefly cast over your hiding place as the Dragon's body soars over your heads, and the gust of air created by its takeoff causes something to fall to the ground below, just out of your sight behind the bushes. You watch with bated breath as the great beast ascends to the south before making a wide arc east, wings fully spread. Another moment passes before you dare move, but you hear nothing more now than the rain falling, getting heavier with each passing second.
Rowan “Ruggo” Rhododendron
Ruggo ignores the remains of what fell, crouching along the rock face and trying to watch the dragons flight path.
Govath Forgearm
"Well that is sooner than I wish to have seen the dragon." Govath remarks as he begins to leave their hiding place, and straps the hammer back in place.
"Now how am I going to have the dragon use its breath on the hammer that will not end in my death. Yes, plenty to give thought to on our march today."
"Now how am I going to have the dragon use its breath on the hammer that will not end in my death. Yes, plenty to give thought to on our march today."
Storm of Fire
"You need a little Gnomegarde wild magic to make a doppelganger for you as a decoy."
Watching the dragon soar off, Storm leaves his hiding spot and begins heading towards the nearby bushes.
"If I get dragged off looking at what's in there, make sure the stories they tell about me in taverns is glorious."
Watching the dragon soar off, Storm leaves his hiding spot and begins heading towards the nearby bushes.
"If I get dragged off looking at what's in there, make sure the stories they tell about me in taverns is glorious."
Rowan “Ruggo” Rhododendron
Once convinced the dragon is gone for good, Ruggo rushes back to the campsite and digs around looking for something. He picks up the remains of his cigar and sniffs it suspiciously, then breaks the little nub open and tastes the dried leaves inside.
"Couldn't be..." he mumbles to himself. Then throws the cigar down in anger and stomps on it.
"Couldn't be..." he mumbles to himself. Then throws the cigar down in anger and stomps on it.
Cain Vance
Cain lets out a series of coughs that he was desperately holding in, feeling the relief of finally getting it out. He gets up and dusts himself off, "That was way too close. How is Leilon going to defend itself against something that big? Seems to me their best hope is that the dragon doesn't build an appetite for people and come looking for an easy feast."
Hearing Storm's interest in seeing what the dragon was eating, he responds, "Is it on our way? We could have a quick look our of morbid curiosity. Leilon and the surrounding cities will want to know if it was a person in order to expedite their preparations."
Hearing Storm's interest in seeing what the dragon was eating, he responds, "Is it on our way? We could have a quick look our of morbid curiosity. Leilon and the surrounding cities will want to know if it was a person in order to expedite their preparations."
Rowan “Ruggo” Rhododendron
As Ruggo trudges back to the group, he takes off his hat and holds it awkwardly in both hands.
"I must apologize to you fellas. It's just not like me to fall asleep on watch...in fact it ain't never happened before and I'm awfully embarrass'd. Could've been you three in the belly of that beast, and I'm truly sorry. There's no excuse... I... well... looks like I still have a lot to learn..."
"I must apologize to you fellas. It's just not like me to fall asleep on watch...in fact it ain't never happened before and I'm awfully embarrass'd. Could've been you three in the belly of that beast, and I'm truly sorry. There's no excuse... I... well... looks like I still have a lot to learn..."
Storm of Fire
As Storm passes the campsite to grab his gear before checking out the bushes, he listens to Ruggo's apology.
"Ah do not worry, it makes for an exciting tale don't you think? Besides, we are all still here and at least we know where the beast is...roughly. The Lances will be glad to have this information. I don't think they have much to go on. You saw where it flew, and it ate right here so we must be within its hunting grounds. This is valuable information indeed. Now let's pack up and take your mind off this by satisfying our morbid curiosity by searching those bushes over there."
"Ah do not worry, it makes for an exciting tale don't you think? Besides, we are all still here and at least we know where the beast is...roughly. The Lances will be glad to have this information. I don't think they have much to go on. You saw where it flew, and it ate right here so we must be within its hunting grounds. This is valuable information indeed. Now let's pack up and take your mind off this by satisfying our morbid curiosity by searching those bushes over there."
Dungeon Master
Ruggo watches as the creature's wide arc concludes back over the peaks of the Sword Mountains, somewhere northeast of the party's current location. As it disappears from sight, Storm heads over to the edge of the bushes, where he discovers the object which had fallen from the outcropping above: a bloodied humanoid arm, pale from lack of blood, wearing a simple leather bracer around its wrist.
Dungeon Master
The arm is fairly muscular, and the fingers have calluses that suggest familiarity with a bowstring. Given the length of the arm, you rule out the smaller races, and the skin coloration and lack of fur, feathers or scales lead you to believe it belonged to either a Human, Elf or Half-Elf.
Dungeon Master
The bracer, on the other hand (no pun intended), has nothing peculiar about it. A simple leather bracer, such as any traveler might wear.
Storm of Fire
Storm takes the bracer, leaves the arm in the bushes and returns to the group.
"The Dragon seems to have feasted on some poor ranger. Or maybe it was another adventuring group contracted by the Lances operating in the area. He was wearing this simple bracer, though nothing on his remains or this bracer have anything that could be used to identify them."
He tosses the bracer onto the remains of the firepit.
"The Dragon seems to have feasted on some poor ranger. Or maybe it was another adventuring group contracted by the Lances operating in the area. He was wearing this simple bracer, though nothing on his remains or this bracer have anything that could be used to identify them."
He tosses the bracer onto the remains of the firepit.
Rowan “Ruggo” Rhododendron
Ruggo memorizes details of the arm, and tries to determine gender to help paint a picture when he recounts it to the Lances.
Hmm, let's make it a Nature check, @Wolverbane
Dungeon Master
Although the arm isn't particularly hairy, judging by the shape of the hand and fingers, your best guess is that this was a male, likely a Half-Elf.
Dungeon Master
Shaken from your sudden encounter with the dragon, you gather your things, pull up your hoods and set off for Leilon. You're convinced the gods have it out for you as you trudge from solid rock to slippery mud, heavy rain obscuring your vision. All the more reason to keep up the pace, however, and familiarity with the way makes the trip go by quickly. Just as the last light of day disappears, you see the lanterns of the eastern entrance of Leilon in the distance. Two Lances stand watch at either side, both wearing heavy cloaks to protect from the rain.
"Adventurers! We are glad to witness your safe return!" one of them shouts over the downpour. "Captain Reynolds has retired for the evening, but will receive your report come the morrow."
"Adventurers! We are glad to witness your safe return!" one of them shouts over the downpour. "Captain Reynolds has retired for the evening, but will receive your report come the morrow."
Cain Vance
"Seems like another rainy arrival to Leilon, hopefully this doesn't become a tradition."
Remembering that he skipped out on the evening at the Tusk last time they were here, Cain adds, "I look forward to sitting in a human size chair for once, somewhere dry and not getting sick off mushroom wine."
Remembering that he skipped out on the evening at the Tusk last time they were here, Cain adds, "I look forward to sitting in a human size chair for once, somewhere dry and not getting sick off mushroom wine."
Rowan “Ruggo” Rhododendron
Ruggo turns to his friends and they notice he once again looks like the Rowan they originally met, human about 6 feet tall, weathered tan skin but the same facial features of his firbolg self save for the nose no longer being beastlike. He must've disguised himself before coming close to the city.
"Well let's get under a roof, eh mates?"
"Well let's get under a roof, eh mates?"
Dungeon Master
You make your way through town, past the still-dry High Tower of Thalivar, all the way to The Sword of Leilon. As you cram yourselves into the tiny reception area, you notice that Lyla isn't in her usual position behind the desk.
Dungeon Master
The knock echoes down the hallways to your left and right. You wait a moment, but nobody arrives.
Dungeon Master
Just as you turn to leave, you hear the pitter-patter of Halfling feet running your way. You turn to see Bronwyn sprinting down the hallway to your right, skidding to a stop and leaning over, hands upon his thighs, to catch his breath.
Bronwyn
"My sincerest apologies, sirs. Tonight is Lyla's night off, and it is always a little difficult to keep up with all of our patrons when she is absent - especially at a time such as this, when we are more full than usual. I expect you'll be wanting rooms for the evening? I believe your rooms from last night are still available..."
Dungeon Master
After wheezing this out, he composes himself and makes his way around the counter, where all you can see of his short frame is his frazzled head. You see him procure a pole with a hook fastened to the end of it from beneath the desk, with which he deftly scoops up four keys from various places on the wall with no hesitation. Lowering the pole, he grabs all four and comes back around to your side.
Clarification: The brass bell on the desk is one that you pick up by a handle and shake. This is what Storm would have done, rather than tapping.
Dungeon Master
You need say no more before Bronwyn zips down the hallway to your left, no doubt expecting you to follow. You could swear the Halfling takes a different route every time just to mess with you, but it's difficult to be sure at the pace he guides. He stops suddenly at one point (cause you all to nearly tumble over him) to open a small door and grab a set of linens and a pillow, which he stacks in his arms and carries on. Now, you're not even sure if he is able to see in front of him, yet he carries on as confidently as before, stopping once more to drop off the acquired items to a grateful female Half-Orc. A moment later, and the four of you are dropped off at your individual rooms, stove pre-warmed and prepared to dry your wet belongings.
Storm of Fire
"Sounds good, this one will see you there shortly."
Upon arriving in his room, Storm follows a similar routine as his first night on the Sword Coast. Changing out of his travellers clothes, he puts his regular fine clothing from Port Nyanzaru and lays the wet gear out to dry in front of the fire. Taking a short time to freshen up, he takes a few essential items with him, puts on his cloak and lute case and heads back to the lobby, trying to retrace the new path back to the entrance.
Upon arriving in his room, Storm follows a similar routine as his first night on the Sword Coast. Changing out of his travellers clothes, he puts his regular fine clothing from Port Nyanzaru and lays the wet gear out to dry in front of the fire. Taking a short time to freshen up, he takes a few essential items with him, puts on his cloak and lute case and heads back to the lobby, trying to retrace the new path back to the entrance.
Cain Vance
"See you soon, will just change into something dry", Cain says as they drop Rowan off at his room. He continues to follow Bronwyn until he arrives at his.
Inside, Cain immediately changes into something warn, laying out the soaked clothing by the fire. He does a security check of all his goods, and then prepares to head back to the lobby to meet with the others
Inside, Cain immediately changes into something warn, laying out the soaked clothing by the fire. He does a security check of all his goods, and then prepares to head back to the lobby to meet with the others
Rowan “Ruggo” Rhododendron
Rowan drops his gear, changes into dry clothes and heads back to the lobby.
Rowan “Ruggo” Rhododendron
"To be honest I was sure we were done for, waking up to an inbound dragon. I don't know how any of those trinkets are supposed to make a dent."
Rowan opens the door to see the rain still pouring down.
"But I don't reckon we'll get choice seats by the hearth if what Bronwynn said is anythin' to go off. I've never seen Leilon so busy."
Rowan opens the door to see the rain still pouring down.
"But I don't reckon we'll get choice seats by the hearth if what Bronwynn said is anythin' to go off. I've never seen Leilon so busy."
Dungeon Master
The four of you make your way down wet, lantern-lit streets until you find yourselves outside The Orc's Tusks. You can tell that it's as packed as the last time you came, although the chatter seems quieter than usual. As you enter through to doors, you see why - the local bard, the Half-Elf Finneus, has the majority of the tavern enchanted by a slow, soothing, almost ethereal melody. You pause to listen a couple of verses, accompanied by the gentle strumming of his lute.
Finneus
"♫♫♫
Come all weary hearts,
In need of respite,
Find rest and relief,
In Selûne's gentle light
Our Lady of Silver,
With beauteous gleam,
By thy grace restore us,
And grant us to dream
Though wander may we,
Through the darkness of Shar,
Keep watch on the sky,
She Who Guides is not far
Our Lady of Silver,
With beauteous gleam,
By thy grace restore us,
And grant us to dream
♫♫♫"
Come all weary hearts,
In need of respite,
Find rest and relief,
In Selûne's gentle light
Our Lady of Silver,
With beauteous gleam,
By thy grace restore us,
And grant us to dream
Though wander may we,
Through the darkness of Shar,
Keep watch on the sky,
She Who Guides is not far
Our Lady of Silver,
With beauteous gleam,
By thy grace restore us,
And grant us to dream
♫♫♫"
Dungeon Master
The song seems to resonate with many of the individuals filling The Tusks, some gently humming along, others discreetly wiping away tears, and a great many seeming to be lost in one memory or another.
Dungeon Master
As the song winds down, you crane your neck to see past the crowds and toward the hearth. Much to your chagrin, seated at a large table closest to the inviting warmth of the fire, you spot the Stone-Cold Reavers. Each is nursing their own mug of ale, a couple have partially finished meals in front of them, but none of that is what draws your eye.
In the centre of the table, on proud display, is a disembodied head, vaguely humanoid in appearance, but with open, yellow, feline eyes and a mane of fur littered with sharp spines. Its gigantic jaw hangs loose, revealing several rows of sharp teeth.
In the centre of the table, on proud display, is a disembodied head, vaguely humanoid in appearance, but with open, yellow, feline eyes and a mane of fur littered with sharp spines. Its gigantic jaw hangs loose, revealing several rows of sharp teeth.
Dungeon Master
The tavern bursts into applause as the final note of the song is played. Finneus stands and takes a bow, and as he rises he catches glimpse of Storm near the entrance. He gives him a little wink, sits back down upon his stool, and launches into a more upbeat instrumental piece. Patrons return to conversing, drinking and eating, and as the crowd thins you see the Orc skull upon the wall. Tonight, the tusks appear to be adorned with an uncomfortable-looking rainbow-coloured wool sweater upon one, and a wet boot upon the other.
Dungeon Master
Ruggo's eyes continue scanning the tavern until they find an empty table suitable for the four of you. As you make your way over, you catch a glimpse of Lyla sitting with some other women at a table close to the corner where Finneus is performing. She seems a little flush with the effects of alcohol, applauding and shouting along with the rest of the tavern with a big smile on her face.
The four of you get seated, and before long, Mara appears beside your table to take your order.
The four of you get seated, and before long, Mara appears beside your table to take your order.
Mara
"One wolf steak and clam soup for the Tabaxi. Oh, heh, not really - it's been a gag ever since I opened this place for the clowns around here to hang whatever refuse suits their fancy upon the Orc's tusks. Lends the place a bit a' charm so I let 'em have their fun. Whatever's left come the morning goes into the waste heap - to be replaced with new hilarious items the next evening."
Dungeon Master
Mara heads off toward the kitchen, leaving the four of you around the table.
Storm of Fire
"Mmm wolf steak...clam soup...delicious. Oh right, tomorrow. Well maybe we present all four of them to the Lances and see which ones they find most useful for the cause. But nothing in the contract states we must give them what we have obtained. Govath also had the great idea of trying to contract Fakore into building the Lances a ballista."
Rowan “Ruggo” Rhododendron
"A ballista is impressive enough for the job I reckon. I also find these gifts we were given prob'ly are more use in everyday adventuring than to take down that juggernaut we nearly fed this morning."
Rowan leans in towards them and in a quieter voice, "If you want gold for em, I also reckon they're worth even more than the Lances'll give us. Mayhaps even Wynn would offer more."
Rowan leans in towards them and in a quieter voice, "If you want gold for em, I also reckon they're worth even more than the Lances'll give us. Mayhaps even Wynn would offer more."
Storm of Fire
Storm stands up after a short moment. Adjusting his cloak and hat, he begins to stroll slowly through the crowd, trying to draw the eyes of the patrons towards this exuberant looking Tabaxi. But as he does, he begins to play a slow and sad melody. The introduction continues for a few phrases as Storm saunters between the tables. And with one quick smirk towards Finneus, Storm begins to sing.
Storm of Fire
"♫♫♫
This is a tale of a legend long lost.
Of hearts brought together, and destinies crossed.
Of true love that bound and the price that it cost.
It all began here, one deep Leilon frost.
A boy all alone, an orphan like some.
The cold bitter air caused him to go numb.
He stared at the stars, sitting next to his mum,
Her gravesite unmarked in the dirt ridden slums.
Years they did pass, the boy all alone.
No future was all that this poor boy had known.
So he grabbed his old sword to set out on his own.
And followed wherever the cold wind had blown.
That clear and dark night, so quiet and still.
The boy stared at stars atop of a hill.
And that is just when the boy did discover,
His fate had entwined as the Leilon lover.
A flash, a roar and streak of bright light.
Crashing beyond the boys' blinded sight.
He grabbed his old sword and raced through the night.
To find a lone girl, wrapped in all bright white.
The girl had fallen from the starry night sky.
She saw the boy come and backed up with a cry.
He reached out his hand, to help her he'd try.
She grabbed it and laughed, and they began to fly.
They soared through the air over treetops and stone.
They dipped into valleys and forests unknown.
Their destinies merging, their hearts being sewn.
They now had each other, no longer alone.
The season did pass and the warm summer came.
But their love did not die, it continued the same.
They laid on the grass and the boy played a game.
He wanted to give his dear lover a name.
The girl had come to Leilon as a star.
She explained to the boy that she was from afar.
They did not have names, that was just who they are.
And the ones he did choose just sounded bizarre.
♫♫♫"
This is a tale of a legend long lost.
Of hearts brought together, and destinies crossed.
Of true love that bound and the price that it cost.
It all began here, one deep Leilon frost.
A boy all alone, an orphan like some.
The cold bitter air caused him to go numb.
He stared at the stars, sitting next to his mum,
Her gravesite unmarked in the dirt ridden slums.
Years they did pass, the boy all alone.
No future was all that this poor boy had known.
So he grabbed his old sword to set out on his own.
And followed wherever the cold wind had blown.
That clear and dark night, so quiet and still.
The boy stared at stars atop of a hill.
And that is just when the boy did discover,
His fate had entwined as the Leilon lover.
A flash, a roar and streak of bright light.
Crashing beyond the boys' blinded sight.
He grabbed his old sword and raced through the night.
To find a lone girl, wrapped in all bright white.
The girl had fallen from the starry night sky.
She saw the boy come and backed up with a cry.
He reached out his hand, to help her he'd try.
She grabbed it and laughed, and they began to fly.
They soared through the air over treetops and stone.
They dipped into valleys and forests unknown.
Their destinies merging, their hearts being sewn.
They now had each other, no longer alone.
The season did pass and the warm summer came.
But their love did not die, it continued the same.
They laid on the grass and the boy played a game.
He wanted to give his dear lover a name.
The girl had come to Leilon as a star.
She explained to the boy that she was from afar.
They did not have names, that was just who they are.
And the ones he did choose just sounded bizarre.
♫♫♫"
Storm of Fire
"♫♫♫
But that summer night the boy he did learn.
His lover, the girl for something did yearn.
She turned and said something that made his heart burn.
For she was a star and she had to return.
The season did pass, and again came the cold.
The girl was sick, in his arms he did hold.
Her light it was dying, no longer as bold.
The boy was distraught but recalled what was told.
He carried her back to the place she was found.
The night was so quiet as he knelt on the ground.
She reached up and touched him and made a soft sound.
I love you she said, and their fate was now bound.
Light from above shot down like a beam.
Engulfing his lover, his starry-like dream.
She soared to the cosmos, he wanted to scream.
But instead he just sat there and let cold tears stream.
Alone again, such a familiar tune.
His bright shining star, was taken way too soon.
He sat in the cold and looked up at the moon.
And whispered My love, your name is Selûne.
That clear and dark night, so quiet and still.
The man watched the moon atop of the hill.
His body remained and the frost it did cover,
The legend of Selûne and her star-stuck lover.
♫♫♫"
But that summer night the boy he did learn.
His lover, the girl for something did yearn.
She turned and said something that made his heart burn.
For she was a star and she had to return.
The season did pass, and again came the cold.
The girl was sick, in his arms he did hold.
Her light it was dying, no longer as bold.
The boy was distraught but recalled what was told.
He carried her back to the place she was found.
The night was so quiet as he knelt on the ground.
She reached up and touched him and made a soft sound.
I love you she said, and their fate was now bound.
Light from above shot down like a beam.
Engulfing his lover, his starry-like dream.
She soared to the cosmos, he wanted to scream.
But instead he just sat there and let cold tears stream.
Alone again, such a familiar tune.
His bright shining star, was taken way too soon.
He sat in the cold and looked up at the moon.
And whispered My love, your name is Selûne.
That clear and dark night, so quiet and still.
The man watched the moon atop of the hill.
His body remained and the frost it did cover,
The legend of Selûne and her star-stuck lover.
♫♫♫"
Dungeon Master
Much of the tavern takes great interest in your performance, turning their attention to you as you stroll about, playing your lute. Even Finneus respectfully stops playing, resting his lute upon his knee and listening to your performance. You recognize the familiar faces of a handful of patrons which had enjoyed your performances the last time you were here, eager to see what you have in store for them tonight.
Your performance doesn't elicit quite the reaction you had hoped for, but it does seem well-enjoyed. One silver piece and thirteen copper pieces are deposited in your lute case at the conclusion as you take your bow to a decent round of applause.
Meanwhile, during your performance, the rest of the party notices as Syleen, Brakkis and Jabarl, three of the Stone-Cold Reavers, stand up from their table by the hearth and approach yours. The remaining Reavers, who you recall are named Dobin and Runa, stay seated at their table.
Your performance doesn't elicit quite the reaction you had hoped for, but it does seem well-enjoyed. One silver piece and thirteen copper pieces are deposited in your lute case at the conclusion as you take your bow to a decent round of applause.
Meanwhile, during your performance, the rest of the party notices as Syleen, Brakkis and Jabarl, three of the Stone-Cold Reavers, stand up from their table by the hearth and approach yours. The remaining Reavers, who you recall are named Dobin and Runa, stay seated at their table.
Dungeon Master
Her voice rides the line between sincerity and sarcasm so finely that it's somehow more infuriating than if she had openly mocked you. She pulls out Storm's empty chair and sits, leaning forward with crossed arms on the table.
Cain Vance
Cain tense up at the annoyance of their presence at their table. "We sure did, but that's between us at the Lances. "
Turning to Jabarl, he continues, "Difficult, no, but we did see the White Dragon first hand. We'll have plenty to report when we talk with Captain Reynolds in the morning."
Cain then makes an obvious effort to turn in his chair to watch Storm's performance.
Turning to Jabarl, he continues, "Difficult, no, but we did see the White Dragon first hand. We'll have plenty to report when we talk with Captain Reynolds in the morning."
Cain then makes an obvious effort to turn in his chair to watch Storm's performance.
Dungeon Master
Syleen starts a little when you begin to speak from the chair to her right, but quickly composes herself.
Govath Forgearm
"I knew you were a soft hearted fellow Syleen. Even cared enough to ask about where we went." Govath turns his attention from Storms performance and glares at Syleen. "Now that is a better reputation to have than killing everything you see. Best be careful, I have heard rumours that many do not like how you handle your misadventures."
"Do not concern yourself over our diplomatic mission to Gnomengarde. You must have quite the tale having slain the manticore you are so proudly displaying on your table. Tell us a tale of the infamous Reavers."
"Do not concern yourself over our diplomatic mission to Gnomengarde. You must have quite the tale having slain the manticore you are so proudly displaying on your table. Tell us a tale of the infamous Reavers."
Dungeon Master
Brakkis and Jabarl let out a low snigger standing behind her.
Syleen Wintermoon
"You're right, Dwarf, the others are always telling me I'm too soft. Guess my heart is just too big for my own good. So let's make this more of a business transaction, shall we? I'd love to hear about what the Gnomengardians cooked up for Leilon - and in exchange, I would be willing to pass on some useful information we learned while rescuing the old hag from that lovely beastie on our table. Whaddya say?"
Govath Forgearm
"wgwxemzw jmwl krmmlw trwcx miz sxngw" Govath lets out a deep sigh and slowly shakes his head.
"Well a trade in information. That could be beneficial. Let us make this official." Govath extends his hand halfway across the table to shake hands.
While doing so he raps his other hand on the table in a very specific pattern.
"Well a trade in information. That could be beneficial. Let us make this official." Govath extends his hand halfway across the table to shake hands.
While doing so he raps his other hand on the table in a very specific pattern.
The pattern of Govath's tapping the table is familiar only to @Osteel
Dungeon Master
Syleen reaches out and shakes Govath's outstretched hand.
Govath Forgearm
Govath leans back and pulls out his blank coin and begins twirling it between his fingers. "co rop yommb"
"Civil is by far the best outcome for all parties. On our mission we found nothing quite as exotic as your beast, but disposed of some rather irritating harpies. They sung they melodies but fell quickly to their death at the hands of our very own Rown here slapping Rowan on the back."
"From there negotiations with the gnomes were successful, they have agreed to aid Leilon in fortifying the city to help defend against the white dragon should Leilon ever catch its attention."
"And what of you, what information do you bring to the table?"
"Civil is by far the best outcome for all parties. On our mission we found nothing quite as exotic as your beast, but disposed of some rather irritating harpies. They sung they melodies but fell quickly to their death at the hands of our very own Rown here slapping Rowan on the back."
"From there negotiations with the gnomes were successful, they have agreed to aid Leilon in fortifying the city to help defend against the white dragon should Leilon ever catch its attention."
"And what of you, what information do you bring to the table?"
@scott make a Deception check
Dungeon Master
She eyes you suspiciously for a moment, pausing before giving any response. Finally, she sighs and leans back.
Syleen Wintermoon
"Well, I suppose the Gnomes' reputation was a bit over-exaggerated. I confess, I was expecting you'd return with something more than a promise of some regular equipment. It must have been disappointing to endure such hardship for so little reward.
Well, a deal is a deal, after all..."
Well, a deal is a deal, after all..."
Dungeon Master
As you carefully observe her reaction to gauge whether she believed you gave her all the relevant information, you get a clear sense that she does not trust you, but has not noticed any particular tell that you are lying to her.
Ignoring your comment, you see her reach down into a pouch on her belt, and from it she pulls out a small vial of red liquid, stoppered with a cork. She sets it down on the table in front of her.
Ignoring your comment, you see her reach down into a pouch on her belt, and from it she pulls out a small vial of red liquid, stoppered with a cork. She sets it down on the table in front of her.
Syleen Wintermoon
"It seems old lady Gwynn is more than just a midwife - she's also a decent apothecary. Gave us a few of these for saving her hide, and said she'd be willing to sell us more whenever we'd like. Fifty gold pieces a pop, but could save your life in a pinch. After all, we'd hate for Jabarl to win our little wager about your ultimate fates."
Dungeon Master
Jabarl's mouth cracks open in a menacing grin, revealing several broken teeth.
Dungeon Master
Jabarl's grin immediately turns to a scowl, and he takes a step forward toward you, hand going toward his mace - but Syleen raises a single hand and shakes her head, and he steps back, lowering his arm with a low growl.
Rowan “Ruggo” Rhododendron
Through this whole interaction Rowan has just been leaning back on his chair sideways, one arm around the back so he can see everyone involved.
Storm of Fire
Storm finishes his new creation of Leilon Lovers and bows to his audience. He gives a respectful but satisfied nod towards the half-elf bard, collects the coin and case and returns to the table.
Upon seeing someone in his seat, he places the Lute case you against the table.
"Ah ta'shouva, you have made a friend tonight! I am Storm of Fire, and who might you be?"
Upon seeing someone in his seat, he places the Lute case you against the table.
"Ah ta'shouva, you have made a friend tonight! I am Storm of Fire, and who might you be?"
Dungeon Master
Syleen looks at the Tabaxi, then gives a confused look around the table.
Rowan “Ruggo” Rhododendron
At this Rowan leans forward in his chair.
"Well yeh see, this one has come very far and is adjusting rather well to a new continent and culture if yeh have to know. But seein' as how yer the one..." and he leans closer and smiles, "sittin in his seat... I'd say it's yerown head needs examinin."
"Well yeh see, this one has come very far and is adjusting rather well to a new continent and culture if yeh have to know. But seein' as how yer the one..." and he leans closer and smiles, "sittin in his seat... I'd say it's yerown head needs examinin."
Storm of Fire
Storm shrugs and turns to the group.
"Do we know...that one? She seems familiar yet unimportant."
Storm turns to Brakkis with a wide grin outstretched arms. "Ahh this one I do remember!" He points to the tusks on the wall with the disheveled sweater and wet boot. "Your Mother really knows her style, ask her where I can get a sweater like that."
Storm laughs turning back to Syleen. "It is custom in Port Nyanzaru to let someone take your seat in a tavern as a show of good hospitality. Please, enjoy the chair, it would honor me."
Turning to the group he adds; "I will be back soon."
"Do we know...that one? She seems familiar yet unimportant."
Storm turns to Brakkis with a wide grin outstretched arms. "Ahh this one I do remember!" He points to the tusks on the wall with the disheveled sweater and wet boot. "Your Mother really knows her style, ask her where I can get a sweater like that."
Storm laughs turning back to Syleen. "It is custom in Port Nyanzaru to let someone take your seat in a tavern as a show of good hospitality. Please, enjoy the chair, it would honor me."
Turning to the group he adds; "I will be back soon."
Dungeon Master
Syleen rolls her eyes and stands up from the table, grabbing the potion and putting it back in her pouch.
Dungeon Master
Brakkis gives a guttural growl in Storm's direction as the Tabaxi makes his way to the bar, but as Syleen stands and heads toward their table, he follows. You watch briefly as the three share a brief exchange with the remaining two, who then knock back their drinks and stand as well. The group leaves the table and heads toward the door, and you lose sight of them among the crowd.
Rowan “Ruggo” Rhododendron
As the Reavers are heading past their table on the way out, Rowan stands and removes his hat, holding it to his chest and looks at the floor, his face flushing. Then once gone he sits back down, putting his hat on the corner of his chair.
Dungeon Master
About this time, Mara appears at the table with all of your food in hand. She apologizes profusely for the wait, explaining that she had to give Boy a good scolding after he accidentally poured paint into the soup pot.
Dungeon Master
The four of you look over toward your companion, who actually appears to be engaged in conversation with Finneus, the Half-Elf bard who seems to be a regular performer here at The Tusks.
Correction: Three of you
Rowan “Ruggo” Rhododendron
Cain knows that Rowan doesn't get flustered around Syleen, so who?... It then dawns on him that Rowan was standing for the larger female Reaver with the long black hair! He must have a thing for tall ladies or something.
Rowan “Ruggo” Rhododendron
Rowan stares at Govath for not understanding the situation, but raises his own almost empty mug to the toast.
Cain Vance
Cain shrugs, and having the drink slowly beginning to get to his head, he says "Well, I tried steering this awkward conversation, but it looks like we're in it now."
Joining Govath in staring at Rowan, he continues, "Tell us about this crush you have obviously have on , what's her name ... Runa? The big one."
Joining Govath in staring at Rowan, he continues, "Tell us about this crush you have obviously have on , what's her name ... Runa? The big one."
Govath Forgearm
"Ah. Yes I see. My clan would look strangely. They are very by the books, everything has a set way. You follow the same procedure every time when starting a new weapon or piece of armour, so that should carry on to all areas of your life they would say. I was never overly fond of that. Raised my kids right I did, made sure they knew everyone had a choice and no matter the choice they made, they are still your family or your friend. That part never changes."
Cain Vance
Cain leans his face into his hand on the table and slightly groans to himself before speaking up, "Anyway, we could look sure, but I was under the impression the Lances posted the contracts at the beginning of each day. And we still need to discuss what is the plan after this contract ... are you all planning on staying on with the Lances?"
Cain Vance
"Well ... the contract was just to get away from Waterdeep for a little while, I had no intention of actually seeking out this White Dragon. But, Leilon is kind of growing on me, so I'm now I'm thinking more contract work would not only keep me away, but also keep some gold in my pouch since I've lost everything back at home."
Thinking a bit, he adds, "But I guess I should consider if Leilon is worth risking my life over. Both from being eaten by a dragon and by those who are no doubt seeking me out.", laughing and tapping the mask, "Can't believe how lucky I got with this, though."
"What's your plan Rowan?"
Thinking a bit, he adds, "But I guess I should consider if Leilon is worth risking my life over. Both from being eaten by a dragon and by those who are no doubt seeking me out.", laughing and tapping the mask, "Can't believe how lucky I got with this, though."
"What's your plan Rowan?"
Cain Vance
"And we know that Storm is pretty bent on filling his tome up with bone information, so he no doubt would want to get to this dragon. I suppose that's settled then, we'll take another contract in the morning?"
Pausing for a second, "Though, I eventually have to deal with this face situation. I wonder if there's a mage in that Tower of Thalivar we could quickly speak to before we head out again. There did seem to be some powerful magics emanating from it."
Pausing for a second, "Though, I eventually have to deal with this face situation. I wonder if there's a mage in that Tower of Thalivar we could quickly speak to before we head out again. There did seem to be some powerful magics emanating from it."
Storm of Fire
Storm begins to wolf down the...wolf...steak.
"Ah that is good to hear, though this one does enjoy poking fun at the dumb orc of theirs. It's just so easy. That Finneus fellow is a kind half-elf. He is from the Neverwinter wood. It seems like everyone I have met is from or near some sort of forest..."
"Ah that is good to hear, though this one does enjoy poking fun at the dumb orc of theirs. It's just so easy. That Finneus fellow is a kind half-elf. He is from the Neverwinter wood. It seems like everyone I have met is from or near some sort of forest..."
Storm of Fire
"We spoke about our professions. He told me a little about the history of the High Tower of Thalivar. It seems like no one has been able to enter it for as long as history has known it. The lore suggests its been standing since before the fall of this lands previous empire which from my vague knowledge of the Sword Coast...is a very long time."
Dungeon Master
As you peer outside, you see that the rain is beginning to lighten up - only a soft drizzle remains where once was a downpour.
Rowan “Ruggo” Rhododendron
"I quite enjoy the rain. The tree canopy is so dense in the High Forest it's rare to get the drops hittin' the floor. But the sound of it.... Thunderous. When I came to the coast the sound of the ocean reminded me of home in a storm. And the trees release a scent after a rain. I'll join for a walk."
Tonight's Tab (The Orc's Tusks)
The four of you settle up with Mara before leaving.
Ruggo
1gp, 8sp, 4cp
Storm
3sp, 2cp
Cain
5sp, 2cp
Govath
3sp, 6cp
Rowan “Ruggo” Rhododendron
Rowan also heads out the door into the cool dampness.
Storm of Fire
Storm leads everyone down the street in the away from the Sword in the direction of the city port.
"So there is a place just north of the ports that I have heard about. A place the locals do not like to talk about. a place they wish to keep quiet. Now as silly as this sounds and I'm sure the locals wouldn't agree, but whispers suggest this place has something to do with the High Tower of Thalivar. Apparently no one has ever been inside of it and all sorts of tales exist of what it contains.
It would be unwise to assume any of these rumors are actually logical. If there was a way into the tower, surely it would have been discovered by now after all these years. I just think it would be fun to go see what the fuss is, get to know the town of Leilon a little more personally as it is my first experience on the Sword Coast.
The place is an alley known as the Manyclaws Alley. It can be a bit shady with thieves and the like so we should be on our guard. But there have been stories of strange noises, or mysterious creatures chasing people. Even of people disappearing completely without a trace."
"So there is a place just north of the ports that I have heard about. A place the locals do not like to talk about. a place they wish to keep quiet. Now as silly as this sounds and I'm sure the locals wouldn't agree, but whispers suggest this place has something to do with the High Tower of Thalivar. Apparently no one has ever been inside of it and all sorts of tales exist of what it contains.
It would be unwise to assume any of these rumors are actually logical. If there was a way into the tower, surely it would have been discovered by now after all these years. I just think it would be fun to go see what the fuss is, get to know the town of Leilon a little more personally as it is my first experience on the Sword Coast.
The place is an alley known as the Manyclaws Alley. It can be a bit shady with thieves and the like so we should be on our guard. But there have been stories of strange noises, or mysterious creatures chasing people. Even of people disappearing completely without a trace."
Storm of Fire
"More than two adventuring groups in a tavern where one group has a burning desire to prove that they're better than the rest and nab for the attention of a smaller group? No, it was just a friendly conversation of work and maybe even some collaboration in the future. Plus, bards are a good source of information."
Dungeon Master
As you talk, Storm leads you down to the docks, then turns north, heading to the far northwest corner of Leilon. Continuing down the wet streets, the reflected glow of the various tall lanterns lighting your path creates an otherworldly display which you find mildly disorienting. As you walk along the water's edge and hear the sound of the violent waves crashing against the distant rocks, you can't help but get the feeling that unseen eyes are watching you all the while. You do get a glimpse of one or two shadowy figures standing about, often the pulsing glow of a cigar briefly illuminating their rough faces. Govath recalls this area from a previous detour, but it's almost unrecognizable during the cloudy dark of night.
As you continue north, you gradually get the feeling that you are more and more alone, yet the thought grants you no comfort. The lanterns thin, and eventually disappear altogether, as you reach an area of town where the houses have broken windows and doors, and no light emanates from within.
With no stars or moon piercing the rainy clouds above, Cain and Ruggo are longer able to see ahead of them at all, and Storm and Govath can make out only grey shapes and shadows. You are all suddenly very aware of the cold ocean breeze caressing your skin, giving rise to goosebumps all along your arms.
As you continue north, you gradually get the feeling that you are more and more alone, yet the thought grants you no comfort. The lanterns thin, and eventually disappear altogether, as you reach an area of town where the houses have broken windows and doors, and no light emanates from within.
With no stars or moon piercing the rainy clouds above, Cain and Ruggo are longer able to see ahead of them at all, and Storm and Govath can make out only grey shapes and shadows. You are all suddenly very aware of the cold ocean breeze caressing your skin, giving rise to goosebumps all along your arms.
Storm of Fire
"This should be the place, did anyone bring a light for the darkness impaired?"
Storm looks around at the ruined homes around the street.
"This certainly seems like the place. Old, decrepit and spooky enough for a horror story. Every town and city has their scary folk tale and we, good friends, are standing in it. Every city or town has that one distinct landmark that people think about or see when they are here, you know...the tourist trap. Leilon has its Tower of Thalivar. But deeper down, there's also the hidden gems that only locals know about and that is much more exciting."
Storm peers into a broken window.
"And now we keep an eye and ear out and discover what gems are hidden in these tales."
Storm looks around at the ruined homes around the street.
"This certainly seems like the place. Old, decrepit and spooky enough for a horror story. Every town and city has their scary folk tale and we, good friends, are standing in it. Every city or town has that one distinct landmark that people think about or see when they are here, you know...the tourist trap. Leilon has its Tower of Thalivar. But deeper down, there's also the hidden gems that only locals know about and that is much more exciting."
Storm peers into a broken window.
"And now we keep an eye and ear out and discover what gems are hidden in these tales."
Storm of Fire
Storm sniffs the air.
"Strange noises...deranged creatures running through the streets...lost wanderers disappearing into the night."
He pokes his head through another window.
"No one really knows much about the wizard Thalivar for the tower is named and no one knows what mysteries the tower holds. Most paint him as a good wizard and his tower holds hidden wealth. But I have heard talk that he was a servant of an more sinister deity and the remnants of his deeds remain in these dark corners of Leilon. That is why the locals link this areas...oddities...to the tower. I for one, am just curious to see what happens. Such is the nature of a Tabaxi."
"Strange noises...deranged creatures running through the streets...lost wanderers disappearing into the night."
He pokes his head through another window.
"No one really knows much about the wizard Thalivar for the tower is named and no one knows what mysteries the tower holds. Most paint him as a good wizard and his tower holds hidden wealth. But I have heard talk that he was a servant of an more sinister deity and the remnants of his deeds remain in these dark corners of Leilon. That is why the locals link this areas...oddities...to the tower. I for one, am just curious to see what happens. Such is the nature of a Tabaxi."
Dungeon Master
As the glow from your plank of wood illuminates the interior of one building and then another, you find that they appear to be abandoned houses. What seems interesting is that the level of decay of the furniture and knick-knacks within seem to vary from house to house, and you get the impression that various people at various times have made attempts to live in this area, only to move on shortly afterward.
A little further along, you come to a larger gap between houses. Raising your makeshift torch, you peer forward and notice that this gap stretches for some distance - further than your light reaches. Various half-rotten crates and barrels are haphazardly stacked at random intervals, and you see small alcoves and narrower offshoots created by more buildings further down. The entire passage is pitch-black and far from inviting. You're pretty sure you have stumbled upon the famed Manyclaws Alley at last.
A little further along, you come to a larger gap between houses. Raising your makeshift torch, you peer forward and notice that this gap stretches for some distance - further than your light reaches. Various half-rotten crates and barrels are haphazardly stacked at random intervals, and you see small alcoves and narrower offshoots created by more buildings further down. The entire passage is pitch-black and far from inviting. You're pretty sure you have stumbled upon the famed Manyclaws Alley at last.
Dungeon Master
You slowly make your way down the dark alley, Govath leading the way and Storm just behind, illuminating your surroundings. The light catches on overhangs, crates and building edges, causing random shadows which leave your eyes darting every which way, always feeling like there's something just beyond the edge of your vision.
Let's get a group Investigation check
Dungeon Master
As you continue further into Manyclaws Alley, an unpleasant stench begins to fill the air. The four of you continue looking all around you for anything interesting - until suddenly, Govath trips over something, landing in a puddle with a splash. The unexpected sound causes all of you to jump, but the sight you see when you whip around to look at your fallen companion is far more unsettling. There, the Dwarf's legs still resting upon it, is a Human corpse, a horrific expression of terror frozen upon its lifeless face.
Dungeon Master
As Govath scrambles to his feet, collecting his dropped dagger, the rest of you examine the corpse. What you can plainly see is that it belonged to a Human male, probably early thirties, fairly fit but dressed poorly. The clothes themselves have several tears in them, through which you can see deep chunks of flesh have been torn from the body in several strips. You find no other interesting features.
Storm of Fire
"This confirms the rumor of something lurking in this alley...ironically named Manyclaws Alley. Do you think they named it as such because of the incidents or the incidents are a result of the name. Hmm..."
Sword draws his rapier and stands up with the light stick.
"Let us go a little further in and see what other mysteries lay about, while this light lasts."
Sword draws his rapier and stands up with the light stick.
"Let us go a little further in and see what other mysteries lay about, while this light lasts."
Dungeon Master
As you turn to continue deeper into the alley, you suddenly hear a faint whispering. You have difficulty determining what direction it's coming from - in fact, it seems to be coming from all around you. And it doesn't appear to be a single voice, but many, chanting the same phrase over and over again in a low whisper. More voices add to the chant every few seconds, overlapping and chaotic, until it echoes off every surface around you.
"lbr fxnpr bow erra fonj, lbr xrtoxj roxarj. cuqnolox'w bhavrx nw offrowrj. oaj wu tr tonl halnc brx pxoqnav vxutw uapr suxr."
It is not in any language that the four of you understand, but you make out the same sounds repeating again and again. Your eyes dart around for any sign of life, but you see only the ever-dancing shadows created by Storm's makeshift torch.
"lbr fxnpr bow erra fonj, lbr xrtoxj roxarj. cuqnolox'w bhavrx nw offrowrj. oaj wu tr tonl halnc brx pxoqnav vxutw uapr suxr."
It is not in any language that the four of you understand, but you make out the same sounds repeating again and again. Your eyes dart around for any sign of life, but you see only the ever-dancing shadows created by Storm's makeshift torch.
Dungeon Master
As Storm quietly voices his concern to his companions, it quickly stops being a problem...in a sense. All of the voices stop at once.
And then, Storm's light goes out.
The four of you are plunged into complete darkness. A pause. And then the sound of metal scraping across the ground. Headed in your direction from deeper into the alley.
And then, Storm's light goes out.
The four of you are plunged into complete darkness. A pause. And then the sound of metal scraping across the ground. Headed in your direction from deeper into the alley.
Rowan “Ruggo” Rhododendron
Rowan grabs his hatchet from the holster, then casts Detect Magic.
Dungeon Master
You're not sure in the moment whether this comforts or terrifies you, but you sense no magical presence near you, other than what you expect from the items your companions bear.
Cain Vance
Remembering his travelling pack is in the room, "I have a lantern ... but it's back at the Inn. I guess we didn't exactly prepare to do this kind of adventuring tonight. Lets just stick close together and maybe stick to the sides of the alley. I get the feeling that sound isn't friendly."
Cain begins to move to the right side of the alley hoping to find an opening that might be able to duck into
Cain begins to move to the right side of the alley hoping to find an opening that might be able to duck into
Dungeon Master
Cain begins feeling around wildly for the walls to your right, and with Storm's help finds a three-foot gap between two buildings that the four of you manage to squeeze into. Before long, you hear the thud of heavy footsteps accompanying the sound of scraping metal. After a moment, both sounds stop, and you hear a single voice whisper down the alley.
"iuhx ycrwb arrj aul er er soxxrj lbnw anvbl, yux lbr sonjra uy fona nw wolnwynrj. ehl ny iuhx tnwb nw lu eowz na brx wtrrl ovuai, lbr fonavnqrxw tncc wrxqr."
"iuhx ycrwb arrj aul er er soxxrj lbnw anvbl, yux lbr sonjra uy fona nw wolnwynrj. ehl ny iuhx tnwb nw lu eowz na brx wtrrl ovuai, lbr fonavnqrxw tncc wrxqr."
Meta; who is at the front of the squeeze line, facing the alley we just entered from (aka, last one to squeeze in?)
Meta; as you and Cain found the alley it would be me or Ruggo, and since I was trying to look towards the noise I'm assuming I would be last in.
Meta; Thanks for volunteering, we will remember you.
Meta; anytime volunteer as tribute
Dungeon Master
Govath risks a little peek around the corner, doing the best he can to make out the grey silhouette of a figure further down the alley. It appears to be a large humanoid, easily eight feet tall and thick with muscle. Hanging from one of its hands is what appears to be a whip which splits at the end into several tips, each of which has hooked pieces of metal fixed to the end. You're pretty sure you know how the corpse in the alley acquired his unusual wounds.
Cain begins feeling around deeper into the crevasse you find yourselves in, until his hands come against a tall pile of weathered wooden crates which block further progression about twenty-five feet from the main alley.
Cain begins feeling around deeper into the crevasse you find yourselves in, until his hands come against a tall pile of weathered wooden crates which block further progression about twenty-five feet from the main alley.
Dungeon Master
The creature pauses a moment, then takes a few heavy steps down the alley in your direction. As it gets closer, you get a better look. Its skin is pale, and it seems to be wearing the tattered remains of some kind of sleeveless robe over its muscular frame. You notice that both its shoulders seem striped with bad wounds - in fact, almost every area of skin you can make out seems to be marred in one way or another. But none so horrifyingly as the face, the skin of which seems pulled unevenly tight over the skull by randomly-arranged hooks, resulting in a twisted, unnatural expression. You see no eyes peering out from the shadowy sockets, yet the creature's head occasionally scans back and forth as it makes its way toward you.
It's unclear to you whether it knows you are still there or not, but your window to take action is swiftly narrowing. You can stay hidden and pray the creature leaves, you can stand and fight, or you can make a run for it while there's still time.
*ball bearings
Rowan “Ruggo” Rhododendron
Rowan follows as fast as his feet will take him.
Storm of Fire casts Charm Person!
Meta
DC: 14
WIS Save
WIS Save
Alley
Effect: Charmed (Charm Person)
Effect
It must make a Wisdom saving throw, and does so with advantage if you or your companions are fighting it. If it fails the saving throw, it is charmed by you until the spell ends or until you or your companions do anything harmful to it. The charmed creature regards you as a friendly acquaintance.
When the spell ends, the creature knows it was charmed by you.
When the spell ends, the creature knows it was charmed by you.
Spell Slots
1
◉◉〇Dungeon Master
The four of you bolt from your hiding place, sprinting toward the distant light of the lanterns to the south. As you emerge, the creature stops in its tracks, slowly tilting its head to one side about thirty feet from you. As Storm runs out, he casts Charm Person, which he feels fizzle out immediately with no effect. As Cain scrambles out, bring up the rear, he turns to see that the creature seems to not be giving pursuit. It just stares as you make your escape, and you hear a faint whisper echo behind you as you reach the alley's exit.
"iuh arrj aul yrox lbr tbnf'w poxrww. xrlhxa tbra iuh oxr xroji lu rsexopr lbr sonjra'w wtrrl ovuai."
The four of you continue at your pace until you are well within the relative comfort of the lanterns' light, only then stopping to catch your breath. You turn around to peer into Manyclaws Alley once more, but you see only impenetrable darkness, and hear no further sound emanating from within.
"iuh arrj aul yrox lbr tbnf'w poxrww. xrlhxa tbra iuh oxr xroji lu rsexopr lbr sonjra'w wtrrl ovuai."
The four of you continue at your pace until you are well within the relative comfort of the lanterns' light, only then stopping to catch your breath. You turn around to peer into Manyclaws Alley once more, but you see only impenetrable darkness, and hear no further sound emanating from within.
Rowan “Ruggo” Rhododendron
Rowan has turned back into his firbolg form, unable to hold his disguise through the exertion.
Dungeon Master
Unfortunately, the sounds do not remind you of any language which you have heard spoken by any of the many travellers you have guided through the Jungles of Chult.
Storm of Fire
Catching up to the group, Storm adds to Rowan's point while panting.
"This one...tried...to cast another...spell on it. But it...didn't...even...manifest."
Taking a deep breath, he slows his breathing.
"A field of anti-magic of sorts. Maybe the creature cannot leave that field, which is why it didn't pursue us. And we walked right into it.
Also, that language we heard. Was the voice coming from the beast or another source? The language is unfamiliar to me."
"This one...tried...to cast another...spell on it. But it...didn't...even...manifest."
Taking a deep breath, he slows his breathing.
"A field of anti-magic of sorts. Maybe the creature cannot leave that field, which is why it didn't pursue us. And we walked right into it.
Also, that language we heard. Was the voice coming from the beast or another source? The language is unfamiliar to me."
Storm of Fire
"Well, that thing looked quite undead. Dark magic is happening here. How or if it relates to the High Tower of Thalivar, I do not know. But I'll keep my ears open for more rumors. We have stumbled on something unnatural and now my curiosity must be satisfied. A trait of the Tabaxi." Storm chuckles.
Cain Vance
"We definitely do", Cain agrees with Govath, "But what I'm wondering is how such a place could exist untouched. Doesn't Leilon have a patrol or anything? We should ask the Lances what the deal with that place is ..."
"Also, we shouldn't be needlessly risking our lives going back there if we have no purpose. That was a little too close."
"Also, we shouldn't be needlessly risking our lives going back there if we have no purpose. That was a little too close."
Storm of Fire
"The locals avoid this area all together, especially the Manyclaws Alley. Most of this district appears abandoned, and contain only thieves and brigands. We could report our findings to the Lances tomorrow with our contract. Let's get out of here while we still can in any case. Unfortunately I cannot create another light so keep on guard until we're back on the main road."
Storm leads the way back towards the docks and into Leilon proper.
Storm leads the way back towards the docks and into Leilon proper.
Rowan “Ruggo” Rhododendron
Rowan sidles up beside Storm.
"Well that was quite an adventure, eh Red? Not like you knew before we went traipsing in there unsupplied that it was dangerous."
Rowan gives him a wink, a grin, and punches his shoulder playfully but with enough force to hurt a bit.
"Next time you have a hankerin' for explorin' I'll be sure to bring the big gun."
"Well that was quite an adventure, eh Red? Not like you knew before we went traipsing in there unsupplied that it was dangerous."
Rowan gives him a wink, a grin, and punches his shoulder playfully but with enough force to hurt a bit.
"Next time you have a hankerin' for explorin' I'll be sure to bring the big gun."
Storm of Fire
Storm laughs it off.
"Well...this one did tell you about the voices. Oh and the strange monsters. Oh and the disappearances. It's fair to say that the danger was pretty much laid out for us. But whether you believed the stories or not was up to you. To be honest, I would have gone alone if no one else was interested.
...and this one plans on coming back."
"Well...this one did tell you about the voices. Oh and the strange monsters. Oh and the disappearances. It's fair to say that the danger was pretty much laid out for us. But whether you believed the stories or not was up to you. To be honest, I would have gone alone if no one else was interested.
...and this one plans on coming back."
Dungeon Master
You make your way back down the dark streets toward The Sword of Leilon. Even most of the shady figures you spotted on your way to Manyclaws Alley seem to have retired for the night, and your walk is uninterrupted.
As you push open the door and cram into the now-familiar lobby, you notice a piece of parchment laid out upon the desk. It reads, in Common, "New patrons, ring bell for service". Nobody is currently behind the desk, and you get the feeling that you are expected to find your own way to your rooms this late at night.
As you push open the door and cram into the now-familiar lobby, you notice a piece of parchment laid out upon the desk. It reads, in Common, "New patrons, ring bell for service". Nobody is currently behind the desk, and you get the feeling that you are expected to find your own way to your rooms this late at night.
Now let's have some fun - I need a Survival check from each of you, unless you choose to ring the bell anyway
Dungeon Master
Ruggo gives a tip of his hat to the rest of you, then confidently struts down the right hallway and disappears out of sight. You remaining three give each other a look, bid each other goodnight, and set off in the directions you think are correct.
By an hour later, you've passed each other with an embarrassed wave several times, attempted to stick your keys in doors where they did not fit, and heard some noises you wish you hadn't - but eventually, you find the correct rooms and settle in for a much-needed sleep.
By an hour later, you've passed each other with an embarrassed wave several times, attempted to stick your keys in doors where they did not fit, and heard some noises you wish you hadn't - but eventually, you find the correct rooms and settle in for a much-needed sleep.
Congratulations - you all have achieved Level 3
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