Calendar of Harptos
15th day of Eleasis (Highsun), 1481
Moon Phase / Season
🌒 Waxing Crescent
☀️ Summer
☀️ Summer
Today's Weather: Hills, Summer
Weather
🌦 Showers
Wind
💨 23 mph (10 m/s),
↓
SouthTemperature
🌡 High: 70 °F (21 °C) | Low: 62 °F (17 °C)
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Act I - Chapter 6: Crescendo
The four of you awake to the gentle patter of light rain outside. It starts and stops in short showers as you gather your things and bid farewell to Big Al. You saddle your new horses, mount, and head west on the Triboar Trail toward the High Road. Taking some time to judge the horses' pace, you figure you'll probably need to stop once along the way. Thankfully, you recall that there's a small, recently-established mining settlement just off the trail: Phandalin. You decide it would be sensible to try and make it there before finishing the day's travels.
Storm of Fire
"What do you three know of this place Phandalin? As a fresh traveller in your land, this one would like to hear a grand tale of the place. Surely it must have a great history or exciting lore."
Storm pats the neck of his new mount.
"This one believes Spirit in the Wind would like to hear one too."
Storm pats the neck of his new mount.
"This one believes Spirit in the Wind would like to hear one too."
Dungeon Master
As a man of trade, Cain has heard bits and pieces of Phandalin's history in his travels. Some centuries ago, it was a highly prosperous town, owing its wealth to a mine somewhere in the Sword Mountains that was used to produce magical items. Apparently, some dwarves, gnomes and human wizards had some kind of pact by which they worked the mine together and shared the profit.
However, that all came to an end when a combination of several orc tribes came down from the Sword Mountains and laid waste to both the mine and the town. For the last five hundred years, the mine has been lost and the town has been in ruins. However, over the last few years some enterprising individuals have been working to make the town a bit of a trading hub between the miners working the Sword Mountains and the larger cities such as Neverwinter and Waterdeep. The effort has been fairly successful, causing a small settlement to rise up around the business. Rumour has it that even the nobles of Waterdeep have begun taking an interest in the place, pledging their support to help its growth.
However, that all came to an end when a combination of several orc tribes came down from the Sword Mountains and laid waste to both the mine and the town. For the last five hundred years, the mine has been lost and the town has been in ruins. However, over the last few years some enterprising individuals have been working to make the town a bit of a trading hub between the miners working the Sword Mountains and the larger cities such as Neverwinter and Waterdeep. The effort has been fairly successful, causing a small settlement to rise up around the business. Rumour has it that even the nobles of Waterdeep have begun taking an interest in the place, pledging their support to help its growth.
Dungeon Master
Dull does seem a fitting word as you lay eyes on the tiny settlement, a short distance off the Triboar Trail. A few meager houses surround a couple of larger buildings along a main road heading south toward the Sword Mountains. They look recently-constructed, but by no means extravagant.
You identify one of the larger buildings as the Stonehill Inn - a cozy establishment run by a human male named Toblen, who welcomes you and sets you each up with a meal, a bed, and feed for your horses for a modest three silver pieces each. You enjoy an evening by the hearth, largely having the place to yourself, save for a couple of miners who stop in for a mug of ale.
You identify one of the larger buildings as the Stonehill Inn - a cozy establishment run by a human male named Toblen, who welcomes you and sets you each up with a meal, a bed, and feed for your horses for a modest three silver pieces each. You enjoy an evening by the hearth, largely having the place to yourself, save for a couple of miners who stop in for a mug of ale.
Rowan “Ruggo” Rhododendron
"Not a bad past couple days, if I don't say so m'self. Got teh skewer a good number'a Orc muthabuggas. Been a while since I had that much fun." Rowan, once again in human form he took before entering Phandalin, faintly slurs from the ale sharply hitting his empty stomach.
"You boys're fun. I like yeh."
"You boys're fun. I like yeh."
Storm of Fire
Storm looks around the quiet unbusy Inn, a little disappointed to not find a crowd to perform for. Though given the size and dull history lesson of the place, he isn't too surprised.
"Hopefully Leilon isn't in a ruin of ice shards and frozen bodies. It would be just our luck so far to have something outlandish like that happen on our return."
Storm eyes the Dwarven miners and tries to overhear if they have anything interesting to say.
"Hopefully Leilon isn't in a ruin of ice shards and frozen bodies. It would be just our luck so far to have something outlandish like that happen on our return."
Storm eyes the Dwarven miners and tries to overhear if they have anything interesting to say.
Dungeon Master
As fate would have it, the two dwarves seated nearest to you seem to be discussing much the same thing you are.
"Did ye hear that roar o'er the peaks this mornin'? Sent chills down me spine, it did. Makes a dwarf less than eager t'be out 'n' about with a slow-movin' caravan full o' ore."
His companion nods. "I hear it attacked Umbrage Hill just yesterday. Ol' lady Gwynn didn't make it. Can ye believe it? She fends off the manticore with the 'elp of some 'venturers, only to be frozen stiff a handful of days later. Cryin' shame, it is."
The first dwarf shakes his head in dismay. "That beast is a territorial one, 'n' likes to have a lot o' territory at that. I hear it's been drivin' every manner o' creature down from the mountain - 'specially the orc tribes. Small wonder that Phandalin hasn't been touched yet. Maybe it's time to call it a done deal and head back to the walls o' Neverwinter before we end up like poor Adabra."
The second dwarf lets out a snort. "Sure, run that by the boss and see what he says."
"Did ye hear that roar o'er the peaks this mornin'? Sent chills down me spine, it did. Makes a dwarf less than eager t'be out 'n' about with a slow-movin' caravan full o' ore."
His companion nods. "I hear it attacked Umbrage Hill just yesterday. Ol' lady Gwynn didn't make it. Can ye believe it? She fends off the manticore with the 'elp of some 'venturers, only to be frozen stiff a handful of days later. Cryin' shame, it is."
The first dwarf shakes his head in dismay. "That beast is a territorial one, 'n' likes to have a lot o' territory at that. I hear it's been drivin' every manner o' creature down from the mountain - 'specially the orc tribes. Small wonder that Phandalin hasn't been touched yet. Maybe it's time to call it a done deal and head back to the walls o' Neverwinter before we end up like poor Adabra."
The second dwarf lets out a snort. "Sure, run that by the boss and see what he says."
Storm of Fire
Storm causally gestures towards the miners.
"Sounds like our friend the dragon has been really stirring up trouble in the area. Wonder what sort of beasts are being tossed down the mountain away from their homes besides the orcs."
"We should make haste to Leilon tomorrow. The Lances surely are aware of what's coming down these ways but they might need our help."
"This one might take a quick look around town early morning just for a little song inspiration."
"Sounds like our friend the dragon has been really stirring up trouble in the area. Wonder what sort of beasts are being tossed down the mountain away from their homes besides the orcs."
"We should make haste to Leilon tomorrow. The Lances surely are aware of what's coming down these ways but they might need our help."
"This one might take a quick look around town early morning just for a little song inspiration."
Dungeon Master
And so the four of you retire to your rooms for the evening, glad for all the nights you've spent in warm beds lately. Bellies full and thirst satiated, you nod off to sleep swiftly - especially Cain, who you noticed was a little drowsy all day.
Calendar of Harptos
16th day of Eleasis (Highsun), 1481
Moon Phase / Season
🌒 Waxing Crescent
☀️ Summer
☀️ Summer
Today's Weather: Hills, Summer
Weather
☀ Clear
Wind
💨 10 mph (4 m/s),
↖
NorthwestTemperature
🌡 High: 73 °F (23 °C) | Low: 62 °F (17 °C)
Dungeon Master
Storm, true to his word, wakes up earliest of the group, rising at first light of dawn to take a walk around the tiny settlement of Phandalin. The rest of you eventually awake and meet back in the common area of the Stonehill Inn, awaiting his return.
Dungeon Master
You don't see the same miners from the night before, but you do see a rugged looking male human eating some eggs at a corner table. Other than him and Toblen, you have the room to yourselves.
Storm of Fire
Storm comes sauntering into the Inn to rejoin his companions.
"Su'tali everyone, it is looking to be a nice day today. Just had a walk about the town. It's small and not particularly exciting. There's a provisions shop if anyone needs anything and a miners store as well. Oh and a young apple orchard on the outskirts if anyone is craving. But this one is ready to head out of town when you are."
"Su'tali everyone, it is looking to be a nice day today. Just had a walk about the town. It's small and not particularly exciting. There's a provisions shop if anyone needs anything and a miners store as well. Oh and a young apple orchard on the outskirts if anyone is craving. But this one is ready to head out of town when you are."
Cain Vance
Cain is sitting at a table downstairs as Govath joins, followed by Storm and his report.
"Apples, I feel like we've been out on the road so long that I forget what they're like. Realistically, it's only been a few days."
"If there's nothing here to spend our time exploring, I'm ready to leave whenever you all are."
"Apples, I feel like we've been out on the road so long that I forget what they're like. Realistically, it's only been a few days."
"If there's nothing here to spend our time exploring, I'm ready to leave whenever you all are."
Storm of Fire
Storm waves to the two as they return and motions to the horses.
"Looks like we're all set. Is everyone ready to skip town and get back to Leilon?"
Storm of Fire mounts up on Spirit of the Wind, his colorfully lavish, cloak flapping in the wind. He adjusts his hat of arcane, his bags and his lute in preparation for the ride. In all, Storm looks like a mismatched confusion of colors and style. Just the sort of thing every successful bard needs.
"Looks like we're all set. Is everyone ready to skip town and get back to Leilon?"
Storm of Fire mounts up on Spirit of the Wind, his colorfully lavish, cloak flapping in the wind. He adjusts his hat of arcane, his bags and his lute in preparation for the ride. In all, Storm looks like a mismatched confusion of colors and style. Just the sort of thing every successful bard needs.
Storm of Fire
Riding out of town in the morning sun felt good to Storm's stature. Making small talk with his companions and inquiring about their purchases at the shop, Storm fiddles around inside his bag.
"If anyone has need of a wiring quill, you are free to use this one. Good writing requires good tools and nothing is more inspirational than a quality raven feather quill."
Storm produces a thick black feathered quill with gold gilding down it's spine. The black feather shimmers in the sunlight, with a very subtle iridescent reflection.
"A souvenir from our short stay in Phandalin. This one will find much inspiration in song writing and drawing with this I think. But you are all free to use it too."
"If anyone has need of a wiring quill, you are free to use this one. Good writing requires good tools and nothing is more inspirational than a quality raven feather quill."
Storm produces a thick black feathered quill with gold gilding down it's spine. The black feather shimmers in the sunlight, with a very subtle iridescent reflection.
"A souvenir from our short stay in Phandalin. This one will find much inspiration in song writing and drawing with this I think. But you are all free to use it too."
Dungeon Master
Cain's horse's reins are floating in mid-air, and his voice comes from where his head used to be.
Cain Vance
"Huh?", Cain responds confused, while looking down at his hands holding the reigns.
"Woah!" As he almost recoils backwards off the saddle. And just like that, Cain reappears back into view.
"... interesting ... I didn't know I could do that." Pausing for a moment, he looks up and the group and smiles, "But this definitely will be useful."
"Woah!" As he almost recoils backwards off the saddle. And just like that, Cain reappears back into view.
"... interesting ... I didn't know I could do that." Pausing for a moment, he looks up and the group and smiles, "But this definitely will be useful."
Dungeon Master
The curious moment is interrupted by the sound of a distant roar that seems to echo off the mountains at your back. You all look up and freeze at the sight of a familiar white creature rising into the air over the peaks.
You hear distant screams from the settlement you just left behind, as folks rush to their shelters in a panic. The dragon dives from the peaks and enters a low glide, headed in your direction.
You hear distant screams from the settlement you just left behind, as folks rush to their shelters in a panic. The dragon dives from the peaks and enters a low glide, headed in your direction.
!f "I don't think I can do it to all of us." _Cain says frantically, while looking around for anywhere to hide themselves and the horses."
Dungeon Master
The three horses bolt off the path connecting Phandalin to the Triboar Trail, heading for the hills to the east - the only cover that Cain is able to spot. Unfortunately, the sudden movement seems to catch the dragon's attention. It suddenly slows its pace, lets out another roar, and then dives for the very hills to which you're headed.
Dungeon Master
You all scatter among the hills, guiding your horses into the wide valleys of dried grass in hopes of making it out of the dragon's sight. It proves futile. Govath watches in horror as the creature swoops down behind Spirit of the Wind and opens its mouth wide to unleash a torrent of frost toward him.
Storm gives a powerful kick to both of Spirit of the Wind's sides, spurring him on as fast as he can go. It proves just enough to stay ahead of the icy blast. Govath feels the air turn cold against his face as he glances back to see the ground behind him turn to a solid sheet of ice.
The dragon's breath stops, and for a second Storm and Govath hope against all odds that the beast will be too lazy to continue the pursuit after failing to freeze its targets solid. Unfortunately, with one mighty beat of its wings, it overtakes Spirit of the Wind and suddenly drops directly in front of him, with a mighty thud that sends grass and soil flying all around. The horse rears back in fear and surprise, knocking Storm and Govath to the ground as Cryovain, no longer some distant threat, towers over them and lets out another mighty roar.
Storm gives a powerful kick to both of Spirit of the Wind's sides, spurring him on as fast as he can go. It proves just enough to stay ahead of the icy blast. Govath feels the air turn cold against his face as he glances back to see the ground behind him turn to a solid sheet of ice.
The dragon's breath stops, and for a second Storm and Govath hope against all odds that the beast will be too lazy to continue the pursuit after failing to freeze its targets solid. Unfortunately, with one mighty beat of its wings, it overtakes Spirit of the Wind and suddenly drops directly in front of him, with a mighty thud that sends grass and soil flying all around. The horse rears back in fear and surprise, knocking Storm and Govath to the ground as Cryovain, no longer some distant threat, towers over them and lets out another mighty roar.
Alright boys, it's time for some #combat
Dungeon Master
Ruggo turns his horse around to fire a couple of arrows, one of which hits its mark but doesn't get Cryovain's attention. Vanishing with his Hidden Step, Ruggo leaps off his horse and runs in the opposite direction.
Govath and Storm scramble to their feet. Storm attempts to cast Suggestion, but it has no effect. Meanwhile, Govath quickly begins inserting a rag into a flask of oil, hoping that a fiery attack might deter the icy creature.
Cain swiftly turns his horse toward his companions, looking frantically for some sort of shelter. "We should run for the mountains!" he shouts, producing his signal whistle and attempting to distract the dragon.
Cryovain takes some swipes at Govath, but Storm's Cutting Words take the edge off the attack. Govath frantically launches his makeshift weapon, which misses the creature but still burns its feet as it explodes onto the dry grass just behind it.
The situation dire, Storm makes a last-ditch effort to end this conflict without any deaths. "Fly high eastward to the depths of the High Forest. Take a peaceful nap at its heart," he shouts, casting Suggestion again.
Cryovain pauses a moment, breathing heavily, staring at the feline form shouting at him. After a tense, uncertain moment, he suddenly beats his powerful wings, launching into the air. Letting out one final roar, he speeds off eastward, in the direction Storm's finger points.
Govath and Storm scramble to their feet. Storm attempts to cast Suggestion, but it has no effect. Meanwhile, Govath quickly begins inserting a rag into a flask of oil, hoping that a fiery attack might deter the icy creature.
Cain swiftly turns his horse toward his companions, looking frantically for some sort of shelter. "We should run for the mountains!" he shouts, producing his signal whistle and attempting to distract the dragon.
Cryovain takes some swipes at Govath, but Storm's Cutting Words take the edge off the attack. Govath frantically launches his makeshift weapon, which misses the creature but still burns its feet as it explodes onto the dry grass just behind it.
The situation dire, Storm makes a last-ditch effort to end this conflict without any deaths. "Fly high eastward to the depths of the High Forest. Take a peaceful nap at its heart," he shouts, casting Suggestion again.
Cryovain pauses a moment, breathing heavily, staring at the feline form shouting at him. After a tense, uncertain moment, he suddenly beats his powerful wings, launching into the air. Letting out one final roar, he speeds off eastward, in the direction Storm's finger points.
Cain Vance
"We should probably make haste to Leilon while the opportunity is here. That was way too close."
Joining the others, he continues, "That dragon spotted us from such a distance. I suppose it saw a quick easy meal out in the open fields ... makes me wonder if it was originally headed for Phandalin."
Joining the others, he continues, "That dragon spotted us from such a distance. I suppose it saw a quick easy meal out in the open fields ... makes me wonder if it was originally headed for Phandalin."
Cain Vance
"I'm actually wondering if the initial blast was actually just to get you to stop. It's hard to believe a dragon would miss an open target like that ... so maybe it did intend to talk."
Turning to Rowan, "But someone had to put an arrow into it. There's no way we were going to survive taking down a dragon, just the four of us."
Turning to Rowan, "But someone had to put an arrow into it. There's no way we were going to survive taking down a dragon, just the four of us."
Dungeon Master
Relieved and perhaps a little anxious, the four of you mount up once more and race toward Leilon with renewed vigor. Much to your relief, the rest of your ride is fairly uneventful.
You turn off the Triboar Trail onto the High Road, heading south past several slower caravans making the usual deliveries between Neverwinter and Waterdeep. Each of these seems to be surrounded by well-armed individuals, the threat of the dragon causing many businesses to hire mercenaries and adventurers to protect their goods, even along such a well-traveled road. Even these hired protectors seem on edge, as you catch many of them scanning the sky at regular intervals for any signs of the dreaded beast.
Night has fallen by the time you arrive back, and you find that the tent that had been set up in the town square has been taken down in your absence. Presumably you will need to find Captain Reynolds in the morning in order to report on the fate of Butterskull Ranch and Tibor Wester's logging camp.
You turn off the Triboar Trail onto the High Road, heading south past several slower caravans making the usual deliveries between Neverwinter and Waterdeep. Each of these seems to be surrounded by well-armed individuals, the threat of the dragon causing many businesses to hire mercenaries and adventurers to protect their goods, even along such a well-traveled road. Even these hired protectors seem on edge, as you catch many of them scanning the sky at regular intervals for any signs of the dreaded beast.
Night has fallen by the time you arrive back, and you find that the tent that had been set up in the town square has been taken down in your absence. Presumably you will need to find Captain Reynolds in the morning in order to report on the fate of Butterskull Ranch and Tibor Wester's logging camp.
Storm of Fire
"Souvenirs are the best way to remember a story or adventure for later inspiration in song or story writing. Speaking of which, once we get paid for our work, another stop at Wynn's Wares is necessary. This one wonders what new mysteries there will be find among his shelves...but that is a task for tomorrow. To the Tusk!"
Dungeon Master
As you come close to the entrance of The Orc's Tusks, you hear a loud commotion within. Pushing past the door, you see that about half of the tables and chairs have been haphazardly shoved aside, creating a large open area where a crowd seems to have gathered.
"Brick! Brick! Brick! Brick!" they all seem to be chanting at the top of their lungs. You hear the telltale thud of a fist slamming into a face, and the crowd erupts in cheers and shouts.
Glancing around the tavern, you notice Mara standing by the bar, looking over at the commotion while impatiently tapping her foot, but she makes no move to intervene. Boy is at her side, seemingly entranced by the nearest wall. Looking over at the famous skull for which the place is named, you see that somebody has seen fit to dress a dead possum in a toddler's pink dress and hang it by its tail from one of the tusks.
In a corner table, away from the crowd, you can't help but notice the majority of the Stone-Cold Reavers nursing ales and taking little notice of the festivities. Syleen balances a dagger on her finger, while Runa appears to be snapping the teeth out of a large, rat-shaped skull one by one. With each crack, a disturbing smile creeps across her face. Jabarl appears to be picking the remains of his dinner out of his teeth, and Dobin, face covered by his cloak as always, seems engaged in a book. On the table between them sits a large piece of parchment that you recognize as a job posting, surrounded by mostly emptied plates and mugs.
You don't see Brakkis, the half-orc, sitting with them - but you do suddenly hear a member of the crowd yell "Punch 'is dirty green skull in," which gives you a pretty good idea of where you could find him.
"Brick! Brick! Brick! Brick!" they all seem to be chanting at the top of their lungs. You hear the telltale thud of a fist slamming into a face, and the crowd erupts in cheers and shouts.
Glancing around the tavern, you notice Mara standing by the bar, looking over at the commotion while impatiently tapping her foot, but she makes no move to intervene. Boy is at her side, seemingly entranced by the nearest wall. Looking over at the famous skull for which the place is named, you see that somebody has seen fit to dress a dead possum in a toddler's pink dress and hang it by its tail from one of the tusks.
In a corner table, away from the crowd, you can't help but notice the majority of the Stone-Cold Reavers nursing ales and taking little notice of the festivities. Syleen balances a dagger on her finger, while Runa appears to be snapping the teeth out of a large, rat-shaped skull one by one. With each crack, a disturbing smile creeps across her face. Jabarl appears to be picking the remains of his dinner out of his teeth, and Dobin, face covered by his cloak as always, seems engaged in a book. On the table between them sits a large piece of parchment that you recognize as a job posting, surrounded by mostly emptied plates and mugs.
You don't see Brakkis, the half-orc, sitting with them - but you do suddenly hear a member of the crowd yell "Punch 'is dirty green skull in," which gives you a pretty good idea of where you could find him.
Dungeon Master
There are quite a few unoccupied tables near the entrance, away from all the commotion. Cain goes over and sits at one of these.
Dungeon Master
Finneus doesn't appear to be present tonight, his usual corner of the tavern unoccupied.
Mara catches Govath's gaze and heads over to the table.
Mara catches Govath's gaze and heads over to the table.
Storm of Fire
Storm eyes Finneus' vacant corner with an eye of desire. Half paying attention he replies to Mara as well.
"Yes it is good to see are well Mara. Those things sound good. All of that. What was it again? Whatever Govath eats, this one will have the same. Do you mind if I ..?"
Storm motions to the corner while simultaneously getting up with his Lute. Without waiting for an answer, he saunters over to the corner of the room.
"Yes it is good to see are well Mara. Those things sound good. All of that. What was it again? Whatever Govath eats, this one will have the same. Do you mind if I ..?"
Storm motions to the corner while simultaneously getting up with his Lute. Without waiting for an answer, he saunters over to the corner of the room.
Dungeon Master
Mara watches Storm head over to the corner, then turns back to the rest of you and shouts once more over the noise of the crowd.
Dungeon Master
Mara's eyes widen a bit at this last statement.
Dungeon Master
With this, she wanders back to the bar, snaps her fingers in front of Boy's face to get his attention, then drags him back to the kitchen with her.
Rowan “Ruggo” Rhododendron
The ranger stares at the feline bar from across the room, awe apparent on his face.
"Red can do that?! Jus' speak and a massive angry beast jus' turns tail and flies away? If he could teach that trick to any of the Lances, Leilon wouldn't need to worry 'bout this dragon at all anymore."
"Red can do that?! Jus' speak and a massive angry beast jus' turns tail and flies away? If he could teach that trick to any of the Lances, Leilon wouldn't need to worry 'bout this dragon at all anymore."
Bard*
Cain Vance
"Magic is a mysterious thing, though I doubt it is as simple as that. It never is, it seems."
"However, if we ever face the dragon again, let's make an agreement not to attack it immediately ... that could have ended really badly for us, had Storm not worked his enchantments."
He turns to see where Storm is, "This is going to be interesting."
"However, if we ever face the dragon again, let's make an agreement not to attack it immediately ... that could have ended really badly for us, had Storm not worked his enchantments."
He turns to see where Storm is, "This is going to be interesting."
Govath Forgearm
Adjusting his chair to get a better view of both the fight in the centre of the tavern, and Storm setting up.
"Between Ruggo disappearing and Storm telling the dragon what to do, looks like it will be the two of us that need to find a way to save our skins."
"That will be worries for another day, because what are the odds Storm ends up in the ring because he is distracting from the fight?"
"Between Ruggo disappearing and Storm telling the dragon what to do, looks like it will be the two of us that need to find a way to save our skins."
"That will be worries for another day, because what are the odds Storm ends up in the ring because he is distracting from the fight?"
Storm of Fire
Storm reaches the corner of the room, outside the ring of patrons focused on the fighting. He grabs a chair and places on top of a table before climbing up onto it. Standing taller than the crowd, Storm does a quick survey before giving a slight nod of satisfaction. He settles his claws on the Lute...
The Lute is a versatile instrument in a proper performers hands or paws. It can produce ballads to make men weep or epic sagas to make a coward brave. But tonight, Storm's goal is to make men fight.
Jumping right into it while the energy is still high, Storm goes off in a flurry of notes producing a driving melody. The sort of melody hardened sailors would sing in the face of a raging storm, beating the deck with their feet. Or the kind soldiers would sing waiting for the charge, beating their weapons against their shields.
Storm attempts to rile up the crowd with the best tavern brawl battle tune he can muster. And to spice it up with a little of the arcane...
The Lute is a versatile instrument in a proper performers hands or paws. It can produce ballads to make men weep or epic sagas to make a coward brave. But tonight, Storm's goal is to make men fight.
Jumping right into it while the energy is still high, Storm goes off in a flurry of notes producing a driving melody. The sort of melody hardened sailors would sing in the face of a raging storm, beating the deck with their feet. Or the kind soldiers would sing waiting for the charge, beating their weapons against their shields.
Storm attempts to rile up the crowd with the best tavern brawl battle tune he can muster. And to spice it up with a little of the arcane...
Storm of Fire casts Suggestion!
Meta
DC: 14
WIS Save
Effect: Charmed (Suggestion) [8.0 hours]
- The target pursues the course of action you described to the best of its ability.
- The suggested course of action can continue for the entire duration.
- If the suggested activity can be completed in a shorter time, the spell ends when the subject finishes what it was asked to do.
- If Storm of Fire or any of their companions damage the target, the spell ends.
WIS Save
Effect: Charmed (Suggestion) [8.0 hours]
- The target pursues the course of action you described to the best of its ability.
- The suggested course of action can continue for the entire duration.
- If the suggested activity can be completed in a shorter time, the spell ends when the subject finishes what it was asked to do.
- If Storm of Fire or any of their companions damage the target, the spell ends.
Effect
The target must make a Wisdom saving throw. On a failed save, it pursues the course of action you described to the best of its ability. The suggested course of action can continue for the entire duration. If the suggested activity can be completed in a shorter time, the spell ends when the subject finishes what it was asked to do.
Spell Slots
2
〇〇〇A Commoner makes a Wisdom Save!
1d20 (17) + 0 =
17
Dungeon Master
A muscular human, over six feet tall, turns from the back of the crowd suddenly to see Storm perched atop the table. "Hey!" he shouts, getting the attention of some others near him. "What gives? This guy just tried to mess with my head!"
Storm of Fire casts Charm Person!
Meta
DC: 14
WIS Save
Effect: Charmed (Charm Person)
- When the spell ends, the creature knows it was charmed by you.
WIS Save
Effect: Charmed (Charm Person)
- When the spell ends, the creature knows it was charmed by you.
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
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◉◉〇〇Dungeon Master
This, in combination with the shaking floor, does in fact get the attention of several more members of the crowd. As people turn their attention toward the elevated Tabaxi, you all get a glimpse at the two figures brawling in the middle of them - Brakkis, the half-orc member of the Reavers, and huge, pale human male. Brakkis is distracted for a moment by the crowd splitting and receives a solid punch to the jaw as punishment.
A Commoner makes a Wisdom Save!
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Dungeon Master
Suddenly the offended man's demeanour changes. His scowl breaks into a lopsided grin and he says "oh, it's you!" He pauses for a moment, looking puzzled. "Eh...we've met before, haven't we?"
Storm of Fire
"Friend it is I, the renowned bard Red Eyes! Stomp your feet to the rhythm of battle! Bang the your mugs like the beat of the war drums! Join me in making this the most epic fight you have ever spectated!"
Storm keeps the battle music going while thumping his boots in time with the floor rumbling. He hopes his massive "friend" can entice the rest of the crowd to do the same. He plays furiously while waiting to see how the crowd reacts before pursuing his next move...
Storm keeps the battle music going while thumping his boots in time with the floor rumbling. He hopes his massive "friend" can entice the rest of the crowd to do the same. He plays furiously while waiting to see how the crowd reacts before pursuing his next move...
Storm of Fire uses Bardic Inspiration to inspire a target!
You use a bonus action to grant 1d6 Bardic Inspiration die to a target. Once within the next 10 minutes, a target 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.
Bardic Inspiration
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Storm of Fire casts Bane!
Meta
DC: 14
CHA Save
CHA Save
Brakkis
Effect: Baned [10 rounds] (Attack Bonus: -1d4; Save Bonus: -1d4)
- The target must roll a d4 and subtract the number rolled from attack rolls or saving throws.
- The target must roll a d4 and subtract the number rolled from attack rolls or saving throws.
Effect
Up to three creatures of your choice that you can see within range must make Charisma saving throws. Whenever a target that fails this saving throw makes an attack roll or a saving throw before the spell ends, the target must roll a d4 and subtract the number rolled from the attack roll or saving throw.
Spell Slots
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◉〇〇〇Govath Forgearm
Watching all of this unfold, Govath who's original intention was to enjoy a peaceful evening not having any overdue contracts to worry about, starts to crack and smile and tap his boot in time with the music.
"I understand why the dragon simply flew off, I feel near ready to jump into the ring."
"I understand why the dragon simply flew off, I feel near ready to jump into the ring."
Dungeon Master
The charmed man nods slowly, then begins stomping his feet and clapping his hands in time with the music. It takes a moment for the suspicion of the surrounding folk to wear off, but eventually they look at each other and shrug, joining in the rhythm.
This spreads like a wave through the crowd, and soon the thaumaturgy isn't even needed, because the whole tavern is shaking with every stomp. It has the strange effect of heightening the sense of drama, as what was once a chaotic, dissonant aura of shouts now becomes focused, rhythmic beating. All attention turns back to the ring, where the two fighters have momentarily paused at the strange phenomenon evolving around them. Even the Reavers look up from what they're doing to see what's going on. Syleen looks over at Storm atop the table and rolls her eyes, but with a slight smirk on her face.
Suddenly, one brave spectator begins the chant you heard when you entered the tavern. "Brick! Brick!" now in time with the music. More and more voices join in, each more loud and confident. Emboldened, the large human rushes toward Brakkis, landing three quick blows to his gut and face. You can see that he is bloodied and bruised, but a renewed vigour seems to have taken hold of him.
Brakkis attempts to retake ground by grappling the human in his large, muscular arms, and for a moment it looks like it's working. The half-orc attempts to pull his opponent to the ground, but suddenly his footing slips. Sensing the opportunity, the human lowers, and then flips Brakkis over his back in a mighty burst of strength. Brakkis lands with a thud, and the human quickly drops on top of him, fists repeatedly flying into his face.
This spreads like a wave through the crowd, and soon the thaumaturgy isn't even needed, because the whole tavern is shaking with every stomp. It has the strange effect of heightening the sense of drama, as what was once a chaotic, dissonant aura of shouts now becomes focused, rhythmic beating. All attention turns back to the ring, where the two fighters have momentarily paused at the strange phenomenon evolving around them. Even the Reavers look up from what they're doing to see what's going on. Syleen looks over at Storm atop the table and rolls her eyes, but with a slight smirk on her face.
Suddenly, one brave spectator begins the chant you heard when you entered the tavern. "Brick! Brick!" now in time with the music. More and more voices join in, each more loud and confident. Emboldened, the large human rushes toward Brakkis, landing three quick blows to his gut and face. You can see that he is bloodied and bruised, but a renewed vigour seems to have taken hold of him.
Brakkis attempts to retake ground by grappling the human in his large, muscular arms, and for a moment it looks like it's working. The half-orc attempts to pull his opponent to the ground, but suddenly his footing slips. Sensing the opportunity, the human lowers, and then flips Brakkis over his back in a mighty burst of strength. Brakkis lands with a thud, and the human quickly drops on top of him, fists repeatedly flying into his face.
Dungeon Master
A mighty cheer erupts through the tavern, followed by much applause. You catch glimpses of some coin exchanging hands and a handful of spectators walking away with dejected looks on their faces.
The human stands up once more and offers his hand to Brakkis, who accepts it and is pulled to his feet as well. The two fighters shake hands in a display of sportsmanship, but it's easy to see how disappointed the half-orc is. As the crowd disperses and begins moving tables and chairs back into place, he makes his way back toward his companions looking like a puppy with its tail between its legs. You catch some of what he says as he walks over.
The human stands up once more and offers his hand to Brakkis, who accepts it and is pulled to his feet as well. The two fighters shake hands in a display of sportsmanship, but it's easy to see how disappointed the half-orc is. As the crowd disperses and begins moving tables and chairs back into place, he makes his way back toward his companions looking like a puppy with its tail between its legs. You catch some of what he says as he walks over.
Dungeon Master
Syleen stands from the table and does a big stretch, and her companions rise in kind and begin heading toward the tavern entrance.
Storm of Fire
As the cheering dies down and the bets are settled, Storm takes a deep bow from atop his table to the crowd, regardless if anyone notices. Taking his Hat of Arcane Trickery off his head, he places it down at his feet as an invitation, especially to those who just won money.
He then follows this with some standard tavern songs to keep the high energy atmosphere going, throwing in some classic drinking songs.
Eyeing Brakkis leaving in defeat, Storm can't but laugh on the inside. And though the thought of weaving a quick song or poem in the moment to bring more attention to his defeat, he decides to spare the poor Orc more humiliation.
He then follows this with some standard tavern songs to keep the high energy atmosphere going, throwing in some classic drinking songs.
Eyeing Brakkis leaving in defeat, Storm can't but laugh on the inside. And though the thought of weaving a quick song or poem in the moment to bring more attention to his defeat, he decides to spare the poor Orc more humiliation.
Dungeon Master
As they pass by your table on the way out, you notice that Syleen has the job posting rolled up in her hand. She stops to address the three of you sitting there.
Dungeon Master
She casually waves the posting in her hand.
Dungeon Master
Before leaving, Syleen walks over to the table that Storm is perched on. She looks up and gives another signature smirk, then drops five gold coins into the hat.
Dungeon Master
Storm waits for any other patrons to drop off some coin, and sure enough some of the bet-winners are feeling especially generous. Three of them drop a gold coin in the hat, along with two silver pieces and ten copper pieces - probably the best haul for any performance since coming to the Sword Coast.
The Tabaxi makes his way back to the table just as Mara returns with everyone's food and drink.
The Tabaxi makes his way back to the table just as Mara returns with everyone's food and drink.
Storm of Fire
"Well that was fun and yielded a decent amount of coin. Now to eat and consider tomorrow's work. This one saw the Reavers waving around a contract like we should be jealous. The joke is on them because we don't even know what it says! Let's make it a point to not ask the Captain what contract we missed out on." Storm laughs maniacally in a joking way, raising his paws like an evil wizard.
Dungeon Master
Mara keeps her word about the free round of drinks, only charging each of you for the special plus some bread and cheese. You each pay her the four silver and head back down the streets of Leilon toward the Sword.
You arrive just as Lyla is about to turn in for the night, but she's relieved to see you alive after so many other adventurers never returned.
You arrive just as Lyla is about to turn in for the night, but she's relieved to see you alive after so many other adventurers never returned.
Dungeon Master
She turns to the wall of keys behind the desk and quickly grabs four, then motions for you to follow. "Not too far from the lobby," as she describes it, turns out to still be more lefts and rights than you can memorize at the pace she leads you, but at least you'll have each other to figure it out with in the morning. You each drop into a warm bed, the harrowing attack from the morning feeling like a distant memory now, and quickly fall asleep.
Calendar of Harptos
17th day of Eleasis (Highsun), 1481
Moon Phase / Season
🌒 Waxing Crescent
☀️ Summer
☀️ Summer
Today's Weather: Coastal, Summer
Weather
⛈ Storm
Wind
💨 13 mph (6 m/s),
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NorthTemperature
🌡 High: 78 °F (26 °C) | Low: 65 °F (18 °C)
Dungeon Master
Each of you enjoys a good sleep and wakes up feeling well-rested. You gather in the hallway outside of your rooms and set off in search of the lobby. Sure enough, it takes you...well, a little less time than usual.
Cain Vance
_"I agree, we may as well take the best pick from whatever is left. If we leave tomorrow, or browse tomorrow, it will still be another day regardless. Then, we can relax and make preparations."
"Maybe we should go to the Lances sooner than later before any other adventuring party decides to take a browse ... ?"
"Maybe we should go to the Lances sooner than later before any other adventuring party decides to take a browse ... ?"
Dungeon Master
On your way out, Lyla bashfully reminds you all that unfortunately they've had to revert to their regular price - five silver pieces, up from the three that was required when the place was filled with enthusiastic adventurers. You each pay her for the night's stay, and then head out.
The clouds above do indeed look threatening as you make your way to the barracks on the other end of town, but thankfully hold back their torrent for the time being. As you pass the High Tower of Thalivar, you notice a small group of children throwing random objects at the invisible barrier, giggling with glee as they bounce harmlessly back.
Turning the final corner toward the barracks, the street seems quieter than your last stop to Leilon. Something strange does catch your eye, however. Two figures emerge from the barracks - a male elf and a female human, you can just make out at this distance - wearing the finest clothes any of you have ever seen. Any of you except Cain, that is, who recognizes fine Waterdhavian fabrics when he sees them. The elf wears an extravagant but elegant outfit of green and gold, accented by a hood, boots and gloves of the finest brown leather. The woman wears a fine black tunic and pants, over which flows a silky cloak of deepest wine red. The pair look out of place in the streets of this small coastal town, so far from the noble courts where they no doubt belong.
The elf mutters something to the human before both don their hoods and begin walking down the street in your direction.
The clouds above do indeed look threatening as you make your way to the barracks on the other end of town, but thankfully hold back their torrent for the time being. As you pass the High Tower of Thalivar, you notice a small group of children throwing random objects at the invisible barrier, giggling with glee as they bounce harmlessly back.
Turning the final corner toward the barracks, the street seems quieter than your last stop to Leilon. Something strange does catch your eye, however. Two figures emerge from the barracks - a male elf and a female human, you can just make out at this distance - wearing the finest clothes any of you have ever seen. Any of you except Cain, that is, who recognizes fine Waterdhavian fabrics when he sees them. The elf wears an extravagant but elegant outfit of green and gold, accented by a hood, boots and gloves of the finest brown leather. The woman wears a fine black tunic and pants, over which flows a silky cloak of deepest wine red. The pair look out of place in the streets of this small coastal town, so far from the noble courts where they no doubt belong.
The elf mutters something to the human before both don their hoods and begin walking down the street in your direction.
Dungeon Master
As the pair draws nearer, they take notice of the four of you and the elf waves, then alters course to approach you, the woman following behind. You get a better look at their faces up-close - the elf quite young and dashing with short, wavy hair and a well-groomed moustache, the woman black-haired with icy, penetrating eyes. The elf flashes a smile before addressing you all.
Dungeon Master
The woman, now at his side, gives a small bow.
???
"Ah yes, but I do find that adventurers tend to be far more observant than the common rabble - and so I present our information. We are in search of a dangerous smuggler, one who caused great harm to our client who has hired us to ensure that he is brought to justice for his crimes. We have been authorized to offer a reward of no less than one thousand gold pieces for information leading to his capture and return to Waterdeep.
The criminal is a human male, about the height and build of your friend here, from what we understand.
The name we were given was one Cain Vance, though who knows if he is still going by that these days."
The criminal is a human male, about the height and build of your friend here, from what we understand.
The name we were given was one Cain Vance, though who knows if he is still going by that these days."
Dungeon Master
The woman produces a piece of parchment from her cloak and unrolls it to display an unfamiliar face. Well, unfamiliar to all of you except, once again, Cain. Because the face rendered on the parchment is the one that he once carried, some time ago.
Dungeon Master
The woman hands the parchment to Govath.
???
"I'm afraid I'm not at liberty to discuss the details of the matter - nor, frankly, am I in possession of them all. But suffice it to say that our client has deemed the reward fair, and is a member of one of the most highly-respected families in Waterdeep. Have no doubt that if you are able to help us, you will receive the payment in full."
Dungeon Master
She pauses, and you sense skepticism in her expression.
Storm of Fire
Storm takes the page from Govath and holds it up beside Cain's head.
"This is close enough, can we turn our friend here in for the reward money? I'm sure he won't mind." Storm laughs.
"There have been rumors of a light house just north of Leilon being active although it should be abandoned. We had mind to investigate the place and uncover who is hiding out there. Sounds like an ideal place for a smuggler. Could be a good place to start."
"This is close enough, can we turn our friend here in for the reward money? I'm sure he won't mind." Storm laughs.
"There have been rumors of a light house just north of Leilon being active although it should be abandoned. We had mind to investigate the place and uncover who is hiding out there. Sounds like an ideal place for a smuggler. Could be a good place to start."
???
"I'm afraid we do not have additional copies - we do not stay in one place long, and I'm afraid it would be difficult to get in contact with us at a later time if you do not already have information that can help our hunt.
This lighthouse sounds like a potential lead, however. In the event that your information leads to the capture of this Cain Vance, how would be best to get in contact with you? Shall we send word to the Lances?"
This lighthouse sounds like a potential lead, however. In the event that your information leads to the capture of this Cain Vance, how would be best to get in contact with you? Shall we send word to the Lances?"
Cain Vance
"Yes, we're going to be working with the Lances for some time, so best to check in with them from time to time."
Looking over to the barracks, "And speaking of which, we ought to get moving to deal with our contracts before any other parties arrive."
He makes an effort to start moving towards the barracks, "Best of luck on your hunt, and hopefully you find your man. We'll keep our eyes out for any information."
Looking over to the barracks, "And speaking of which, we ought to get moving to deal with our contracts before any other parties arrive."
He makes an effort to start moving towards the barracks, "Best of luck on your hunt, and hopefully you find your man. We'll keep our eyes out for any information."
Alright boys - I'm afraid I am going to require a group Deception check at this time
Storm of Fire
For extra good measure, Storm offers the strange duo an extra tidbit of information, free of charge.
"Oh and if the lighthouse proves to be a false lead, there is a place around here that the shadier type often visit. The sort of place one hides away from the world in. Ask the locals around here and they will tell you it is called the Many-Claws Alley, down by the docks. This one is willing to bet you will never find a more wretched hive of scum and villany."
He lowers his voice a little. "Remember, it was the Tabaxi that gave you this tip, not these three..." He subtly points to his companions then taps an pocket with a wink.
"Oh and if the lighthouse proves to be a false lead, there is a place around here that the shadier type often visit. The sort of place one hides away from the world in. Ask the locals around here and they will tell you it is called the Many-Claws Alley, down by the docks. This one is willing to bet you will never find a more wretched hive of scum and villany."
He lowers his voice a little. "Remember, it was the Tabaxi that gave you this tip, not these three..." He subtly points to his companions then taps an pocket with a wink.
Dungeon Master
The two exchange a momentary glance, and then turn back to you. The elf responds, while the woman's piercing eyes never leave your faces, cycling between each of you, her expression inscrutable and her gaze making you a little uncomfortable.
Dungeon Master
They both give slight bows, and then continue on down the street beyond you.
Cain Vance
Responding first to Storm, "We could, I suppose. But I don't think we want to tussle with that sort of bounty hunter. Not from what I know of who they're working for."
To Rowan, "Pim."
Continuing towards the barracks, "Let's get this over with quickly, then find somewhere we can talk about this in private."
To Rowan, "Pim."
Continuing towards the barracks, "Let's get this over with quickly, then find somewhere we can talk about this in private."
Dungeon Master
The four of you enter the barracks for the first time, previously only seeing its exterior as you fetched jobs from the job board outside. The building is far from luxurious, clearly designed with practicality as the primary goal. The stone lobby you find yourself in houses naught but a few benches along the stone walls, and a handful of lances hanging vertically above them serve as the only decoration. At the far end, between the entrances to two hallways extending left and right, sits a wooden desk, behind which stands the young squire Geoffrey. He recognizes the four of you with a bit of a shock, and snaps to attention.
Geoffrey
"Well whatever the cause, be it chance or providence, we can certainly use the extra hands. The Lances' sterling reputation has them in high demand, and we find our forces spread too thin between various cities and settlements all requesting protection.
I assume you intend to report to Captain Reynolds? I believe his previous meeting recently ended, so I can show you to the office if you're ready."
I assume you intend to report to Captain Reynolds? I believe his previous meeting recently ended, so I can show you to the office if you're ready."
Dungeon Master
Geoffrey leads you down the hallway to the right, eventually turning into a room considerably more glamourous than the lobby. Several banners emblazoned with various crests line the right wall between various well-kept swords, axes and lances. The left wall is entirely comprised of bookshelves, carrying tomes large and small, old and new, colourful and bland. A large stained-glass window is set into the back wall, depicting a fully armored knight atop his steed, sword raised high above his head. The incoming light reflects off of two beautiful suits of armor on stands at the corners near the entrance. In the room's centre is a large, beautiful desk of solid wood, most of its surface area covered by a large map of the Sword Coast covered in various markings. Surrounding it are various pieces of parchment, multiple types of quill and a couple bottles of ink in different colours. Seated at this desk, in a high-backed wooden chair lined with padding, is Captain Reynolds, who looks up at you all as you enter and smirks.
Captain Reynolds
"That is correct. I told them that if they want to have a look through our official records, they would need to take up a petition with Lord Filmarya himself. Unfortunately for them, Lord Filmarya is currently attending a meeting of the Council of Waterdeep - I am merely taking care of his duties in his stead.
That being said, if their client truly is one of the more influential families of Waterdeep, I may have just stuck my neck out for you, adventurer. Is there anything you'd care to share with me?"
That being said, if their client truly is one of the more influential families of Waterdeep, I may have just stuck my neck out for you, adventurer. Is there anything you'd care to share with me?"
Cain Vance
"Just that we've successfully completed the contracts, and have quite a bit to report in."
He pauses for a second, "But no, there's nothing to say about the matter. Those two are likely hired bounty hunters looking for someone who happened by here and got his name lost through the countless paperwork of adventurers taking up contracts. Once we settle up here, I'll be up and out of Leilon first thing ... though, I do appreciate the help. I hope you can trust me when I say that they're the bad guys, here."
He pauses for a second, "But no, there's nothing to say about the matter. Those two are likely hired bounty hunters looking for someone who happened by here and got his name lost through the countless paperwork of adventurers taking up contracts. Once we settle up here, I'll be up and out of Leilon first thing ... though, I do appreciate the help. I hope you can trust me when I say that they're the bad guys, here."
Dungeon Master
The captain sighs and shakes his head.
Captain Reynolds
"Look, I'm in no position to turn down help, and as far as I'm concerned, your actions have spoken for themselves. I'm not particularly interested in your past, apart from how it may impact the present. If you can confidently say this isn't going to bring more trouble upon us, then I'm inclined to let it slide."
Dungeon Master
He rubs his eyes and lets out a yawn, and you realize that he looks like a man who has not gotten a good night's rest in quite some time.
Storm of Fire
Storm steps forward and clears his throat. He proceeds to recount their adventure since leaving Leilon last with just enough embellishments to make it a proper story.
"...the unruly spirit hid inside the shadows of the cave as thunder boomed and waves crashed..."
"...death everywhere. From below them they came. Pincers slashing at anything that moved. Their heads skewered onto the mandibles of monsters!"
"...we rescued him, shell shocked and terrified. His mind lost to the stench of death around him.... .... and off we sent him with a travelling merchant band bound for Neverwinter."
"...the orcs descended upon the ranch! The hoard roaring and beating their drums. But there we hid among the crops, ready to roar death back at them!"
"...it looked like all hope was lost. The farmhouse over run, the Ranch owner cried as he proposed we burn his home down and flush them out. But hope was not lost that day, not for us. We stormed the doors..."
"...a quick stop in Phandalin, the first really night among civilization since leaving Leilon..."
"...we raced ahead of the Dragon but it swooped down and cut off the pass ahead. We battled it; ice, teeth and all. We threw everything we had at it, everything we knew."
"...realizing the threat was not it, but us, the dragon fled East. But it will be back..."
"...the unruly spirit hid inside the shadows of the cave as thunder boomed and waves crashed..."
"...death everywhere. From below them they came. Pincers slashing at anything that moved. Their heads skewered onto the mandibles of monsters!"
"...we rescued him, shell shocked and terrified. His mind lost to the stench of death around him.... .... and off we sent him with a travelling merchant band bound for Neverwinter."
"...the orcs descended upon the ranch! The hoard roaring and beating their drums. But there we hid among the crops, ready to roar death back at them!"
"...it looked like all hope was lost. The farmhouse over run, the Ranch owner cried as he proposed we burn his home down and flush them out. But hope was not lost that day, not for us. We stormed the doors..."
"...a quick stop in Phandalin, the first really night among civilization since leaving Leilon..."
"...we raced ahead of the Dragon but it swooped down and cut off the pass ahead. We battled it; ice, teeth and all. We threw everything we had at it, everything we knew."
"...realizing the threat was not it, but us, the dragon fled East. But it will be back..."
Storm of Fire
From the follower of Talos, the awakened crab Nigel. To the Butterskull Ranch butter (that Storm offers to sell to the captain), he tells their story as best as he can to shed the group in good light. Not like he had to considering they technically didn't do anything wrong...
From what he remembers anyways.
From what he remembers anyways.
@Ostil let's get a Deception check to see how well these embellishments stick
Rowan “Ruggo” Rhododendron
Rowan adds some nods of his head at Storm's story. If the Captain would look his way at a particularly tall detail he rolled his eyes or subtly shake his head with a frown. At the part about the dragon, Rowan emphatically nods in agreement at the terror and spectacle of the fight, even adding his own "Huuge!" and "teeth as big as my arm!" to the story.
Dungeon Master
The captain listens intently to Storm's telling of events, an occasional look of skepticism creeping across his face - but at the end of it all, he still looks rather impressed.
Captain Reynolds
"Well, that certainly explains the delay. We just sent a small number of men to Phandalin this morning after hearing report of yesterday's sighting. I had no idea that you were caught right in the centre of it.
If you managed to drive the dragon east, even for a time, then you certainly have done the entire coast a great service. That should buy the Reavers some time to complete their preparations as well."
If you managed to drive the dragon east, even for a time, then you certainly have done the entire coast a great service. That should buy the Reavers some time to complete their preparations as well."
Dungeon Master
Captain Reynolds reaches into a drawer on his left and pulls out a pouch containing one hundred gold pieces, placing it on the table in front of him.
Captain Reynolds
"Although it sounds like the delivery went somewhat sideways, you still certainly earned this reward.
Now, on to next steps. With plans in motion to put an end to the dragon, our attention now turns to back-up plans and dealing with the aftermath. Both of these will require retreading familiar ground for you lot. There is an old fortress to the east, among the mountains, where the people of Leilon and Phandalin would need to take shelter if it should come to the worst. It has been sealed for many years, but is both spacious and safe. However, in my experience, no abandoned fortress stays empty for long. We need it investigated and, if necessary, cleared out.
On the other hand, the various orcs driven from their home by the dragon have been cause for increasing concern. We have reports from Neverwinter Wood of growing sightings - and more importantly, some seem to have fallen sway to spellcasters that dwell within the forest. The last thing we need right now is an army of orcs at the beck and call of some evil cult.
We'd be grateful if you were to take on either of these jobs. The details can be found posted in the usual place."
Now, on to next steps. With plans in motion to put an end to the dragon, our attention now turns to back-up plans and dealing with the aftermath. Both of these will require retreading familiar ground for you lot. There is an old fortress to the east, among the mountains, where the people of Leilon and Phandalin would need to take shelter if it should come to the worst. It has been sealed for many years, but is both spacious and safe. However, in my experience, no abandoned fortress stays empty for long. We need it investigated and, if necessary, cleared out.
On the other hand, the various orcs driven from their home by the dragon have been cause for increasing concern. We have reports from Neverwinter Wood of growing sightings - and more importantly, some seem to have fallen sway to spellcasters that dwell within the forest. The last thing we need right now is an army of orcs at the beck and call of some evil cult.
We'd be grateful if you were to take on either of these jobs. The details can be found posted in the usual place."
Cain Vance
"Should those two get permission by Lord Filmarya to see those records, they might not be so happy with what they find. For both our sakes, what say we just replace it with a new contract?"
"I don't want any trouble for Leilon, or yourself. The four of us have been doing our part in protecting the Sword Coast, and have already risked out lives in the last week more than most adventures can say they ever have in a lifetime."
"I don't want any trouble for Leilon, or yourself. The four of us have been doing our part in protecting the Sword Coast, and have already risked out lives in the last week more than most adventures can say they ever have in a lifetime."
@Osteel make a Persuasion check
Captain Reynolds
"I appreciate your concern, but whatever hell I may receive for not turning you over, I'd get tenfold if I falsified records. As of right now, my conscience is clean - I never said you weren't here, I simply refused them access to the registration records, as is fully within my authority to do.
I would suggest that you keep yourself from suggesting deception as a course of action to a captain of the Lances of Leilon in the future."
I would suggest that you keep yourself from suggesting deception as a course of action to a captain of the Lances of Leilon in the future."
@Ostil make a Persuasion check
Dungeon Master
The captain nods, reaches into the drawer once more. This time he procures an empty pouch and begins counting gold pieces into it.
Dungeon Master
The four of you take your leave, heading back outside to check the job board. On it, you find the following two postings:
Dungeon Master
"Within a mountain fifteen miles southwest of Phandalin stands the ancient dwarven fortress of Axeholm, which has been sealed for years. If a dragon attack is imminent, the people of Leilon and Phandalin might need to evacuate and take refuge in Axeholm. To that end, someone needs to open the fortress and make it safe for habitation. Once you accomplish these tasks, return to Captain Reynolds to collect a reward of 250 gp."
Dungeon Master
"The orcs have fallen under the sway of evil spellcasters in Neverwinter Wood, and have been sighted in growing numbers near Falcon's Hunting Lodge. The spellcasters dwell in a ruined manse. Falcon needs someone to make a preemptive strike against it. Destroy the evil in the manse, then expect him to reward you."
Dungeon Master
Ruggo and Storm make their way to the end of the shopping district toward the familiar door of Wynn's Wares. They push it open and hear the usual chime of the bell, and are greeted on the other side by what sounds like quiet carnival music. Looking to a nearby shelf, they spot the little toy carousel which Wynn was repairing during their first visit, now fully functional, spinning away and playing its song.
The old elf himself sits on his stool behind the counter, a magnifying glass to his eye, examining what appears to be a small glass sphere. His raises his head as you enter, still absent-mindedly holding the magnifying glass to his face.
The old elf himself sits on his stool behind the counter, a magnifying glass to his eye, examining what appears to be a small glass sphere. His raises his head as you enter, still absent-mindedly holding the magnifying glass to his face.
Storm of Fire
Storm goes into details regarding the contract and how it went sideways. He plays up how valiant Winnifred fought until the end.
"As she was in the service of the Lance's of Leilon, this one has negotiate they compensate your loss. How much does a beast of burden like her cost to replace?"
"As she was in the service of the Lance's of Leilon, this one has negotiate they compensate your loss. How much does a beast of burden like her cost to replace?"
@Ostil take your damn Inspiration
Dungeon Master
At the news, Wynn remembers to lower his magnifying glass, his face drooping disappointedly.
Wynn
"Winnifred, wasted? What woe this word wracks Wynn with! The wonderful Winnifred was Wynn's one unwavering worker - besides Wyliam.
Still, Wynn is walking on wind to witness the wanderers return whole after withstanding such wickedness! Wynn would wager the worth of a wonderful beast like Winnifred upwards of fifty gold pieces - one would wish as much from the Lances' wealth."
Still, Wynn is walking on wind to witness the wanderers return whole after withstanding such wickedness! Wynn would wager the worth of a wonderful beast like Winnifred upwards of fifty gold pieces - one would wish as much from the Lances' wealth."
Storm of Fire
Storm whistles at that price.
"Well sounds like Winnie was worth the world. It is a good thing the Lance's have the wealth."
Storm retrieves the coin pouch and his Xorn Coin Collector from his pack. He pushes the pouch over to Wynn and begins to count out 25 more gold pieces from his collector to total 50gp.
"There you go, paid in full by the Lance's. This one hopes your next animal companion shares a similar name to Winnifred."
"Now to business! Do you still have the music box put aside for me? 25 gold pieces was it?"
"Well sounds like Winnie was worth the world. It is a good thing the Lance's have the wealth."
Storm retrieves the coin pouch and his Xorn Coin Collector from his pack. He pushes the pouch over to Wynn and begins to count out 25 more gold pieces from his collector to total 50gp.
"There you go, paid in full by the Lance's. This one hopes your next animal companion shares a similar name to Winnifred."
"Now to business! Do you still have the music box put aside for me? 25 gold pieces was it?"
Dungeon Master
Wynn takes the fifty gold pieces with a bow of appreciation, and then procures the Modron music box that he saved for you. He confirms the agreed-upon price.
Storm of Fire
Storm fumbles around counting how much money he has left and comes up severely short handed. He stashes his coin collector away.
"We depart tomorrow for either Neverwinter Wood again to deal with an orc incursion or to Axeholm to prepare the way for citizens of Leilon and Phandalin to use it as a refuge in times of danger. This one hopes the task will be Axeholm but the group guide will decide."
Storm looks over across the counter.
"How is work on your construct? Have you solved it's mysteries?"
"We depart tomorrow for either Neverwinter Wood again to deal with an orc incursion or to Axeholm to prepare the way for citizens of Leilon and Phandalin to use it as a refuge in times of danger. This one hopes the task will be Axeholm but the group guide will decide."
Storm looks over across the counter.
"How is work on your construct? Have you solved it's mysteries?"
Wynn
"Wynn wishes it were so! Two wanderers from Waterdeep entered Wynn's Wares whispering of a wicked man that Wynn has not witnessed. When hearing from whence they wandered, Wynn asked whether Nimblewright repair was within their wont. The wanderers confirmed to Wynn that without the will of a wizard, the Nimblewright won't work. Woefully, Leilon has no wealth of wizards."
Storm of Fire
"Don't pay any mind to the two wanderers. They were roaming around town on the hunt for someone and stirring up trouble."
Storm regards the Nimblewright for a moment. "Well fear not, this one will find a wizard capable of completing that thing. Or at least the knowledge to do so. The hunt is still on and my adventures take me far...ish."
"This one has a few coins to spend and will wander your shelves for a bit looking for anything new that stands out." Storm waltzes lazily around the store.
Storm regards the Nimblewright for a moment. "Well fear not, this one will find a wizard capable of completing that thing. Or at least the knowledge to do so. The hunt is still on and my adventures take me far...ish."
"This one has a few coins to spend and will wander your shelves for a bit looking for anything new that stands out." Storm waltzes lazily around the store.
Dungeon Master
You look around the shop once more, but very few new things have been acquired since your previous visit. You do find one interesting contraption - a small oil flask which easily fits in your palm. At the flask's opening is fitted a contraption comprising of a steel gear, a piece of a flint, and a cloth wick that drops down into the oil. You find that by using your thumb, you can cause the gear to grind against the flint, creating a spark which lights the small wick on fire.
The tiny flame doesn't produce much light, but you realize could be used to quickly and conveniently light other things on fire.
A small piece of parchment tied to the device reads 5 gp.
The tiny flame doesn't produce much light, but you realize could be used to quickly and conveniently light other things on fire.
A small piece of parchment tied to the device reads 5 gp.
Storm of Fire
Storm works the contraption a few times to get the motion right with his clawed thumb. He nods and begins to walk back to Wynn. But his eye catches a neatly folded blanket, thick and of solid cloth material. Storm puts down the fire starter and opens up the blanket.
It's brightly coloured with patterned shapes cascading out from its center. The colors dance and clash with one another making it either a brilliant creative piece or the biggest eye sore ever.
"Wynn, I can't seem to find a price for this throw. How much for it?"
It's brightly coloured with patterned shapes cascading out from its center. The colors dance and clash with one another making it either a brilliant creative piece or the biggest eye sore ever.
"Wynn, I can't seem to find a price for this throw. How much for it?"
Storm of Fire
Storm quickly counts the coins in his collector. Then he pauses and contemplates his rations or lack of...
He slams down 6 gold pieces, the blanket and the fire starter.
"Deal! And please continue to hold onto the Modron Music Maker. This one will have enough money for it when next in Leilon. And hopefully with help for your Nimblewright!"
Storm bids Wynn good bye before exiting his favourite shop on the Sword Coast.
He slams down 6 gold pieces, the blanket and the fire starter.
"Deal! And please continue to hold onto the Modron Music Maker. This one will have enough money for it when next in Leilon. And hopefully with help for your Nimblewright!"
Storm bids Wynn good bye before exiting his favourite shop on the Sword Coast.
Storm of Fire
Storm races out of Wynn's Wares holding the new blanket. It waves behind him in the wind much like his cloak. The two pieces are enough to make a drunk throw up, but it's just right.
He runs to the Sword where the horses are being stable. He tosses Wynn's Woven Wrap over Spirit of the Wind.
"Now we match! You may not be a dinosaur of Nyanzaru, but you're the next best thing."
He pets his horse for a time before finding the others at the Tusk.
He runs to the Sword where the horses are being stable. He tosses Wynn's Woven Wrap over Spirit of the Wind.
"Now we match! You may not be a dinosaur of Nyanzaru, but you're the next best thing."
He pets his horse for a time before finding the others at the Tusk.
Dungeon Master
Meanwhile, Ruggo returns to the street that the barracks is on, turning the opposite direction to arrive at the Lionshield Coster. He enters just in time to hear Govath ask Fomner how much it would cost to make two pieces of studded leather armour using the mithral from the chain mail.
Fomner
"Well, let's see. The suits of regular leather armour will run ye ten gold pieces each, and I figure the cost o'making this chain mail into studs and workin' them int'ee the leather would run yeh about thirty. So yer lookin' at a total cost of about fifty gold, altogether - a fair discount over the ninety for two studded leather suits, if ye don't mind me sayin' so! And ye can be sure it'll be the lightest, finest armour this side o'Triboar, mark me words!"
Dungeon Master
Upon spotting the familiar face entering, Fomner waves and shouts over.
Dungeon Master
As you take your looksee, you can't help but notice your own heavy crossbow mounted on one wall of the shop. It appears to have been cleaned and tuned up, and has a label beside it reading 50 gp.
Rowan “Ruggo” Rhododendron
Rowan crosses the room and removes the crossbow from the mount, thrilling and the familiar weight and shape. Fingers caressing the smooth wood, the ranger's eyes light up at the small knicks and flaws earned from a lifetime of use memories. His eyebrows raise at something new and unfamiliar. A change to the cocking stirrup and barrel that intrigues.
Fomner
"Well, I can start the work right away, but o'course these days if any of the Lances need somethin' done, it takes priority. I can'ee imagine the smeltin', moldin' an' puttin' it all together takin' less than two days, without interruption. So what say ye come back end o'day on the twentieth and we'll try and have it done for ye by then?
No need for any rush fee - we always try to get jobs done s'fast as we can for our customers. An' no need for half up-front, either - you're leavin' the armour with us, after all, so if we don't get paid when the job's done, we'll just sell it!"
No need for any rush fee - we always try to get jobs done s'fast as we can for our customers. An' no need for half up-front, either - you're leavin' the armour with us, after all, so if we don't get paid when the job's done, we'll just sell it!"
Dungeon Master
He gives a little wink at this last bit.
Rowan “Ruggo” Rhododendron
"Naw, it's a beaut fer sure! Mighty fine weapon and performed as I'd expect from a craftsman of yer reputation. It's jus'..." he pulls it to his shoulder and aims down the sight with one eye. "I didn't think I'd miss her so much. Lotta good times, got me outta some hairy situations." He sees the dwarf's expression. "It ain't buyer's remorse, I swear mate, it's seller's remorse. But I can't help but notice some... upgrades?"
Rowan “Ruggo” Rhododendron
The look on Rowan's face is both impressed and incredulous. "That's...all I've ever wanted! I picked up this longbow from yeh fer a bit of faster shootin', but this.... Wouldya be open to a swap? Again? I'll gladly pay the difference now that this bow has been off the lot and around the block fer a turn. And fer the upgrade. What's yer price, mate?"
Fomner
"Ah, I'd feel like a thief fer takin' the longbow back at me usual rate, with so little wear. And t'reclaim yer own weapon, at that! Why don't we call it three-quarters o' the cost - I'll give ye thirty-seven for the longbow back, puttin' the remainder on yer old crossbow at thirteen gold pieces. An' I'll trade each arrow ye got left for a bolt, no extra charge."
Rowan “Ruggo” Rhododendron
The grizzled human ranger lets out a long whistle and shakes his head in disbelief. "That's more'n generous, Fomner. I'll be singing yer praises up and down the whole of Faerun thats fershore! I have twenty-one arrows, an' I'll take that deal fer the bolts, and I'll buy another twenty bolts as well. I'll be goin' through em twice as fast with yer upgrade. What'll it be?" And he opens his money pouch to count.
Dungeon Master
With all intended business conducted, the three of you return to The Orc's Tusks, where Cain waits patiently at a table. This being your first time witnessing it, the Tusks looks very different during the day - much of the scum and wear that pervades the place is hidden by the crowd, hearth and torchlight. Now, at around noon, the place is empty, and the little daylight that makes it through the dirty windows reveals what a dingy dive the place actually is.
Storm of Fire
"Fortress sounds most important. If the magic orc issue becomes a grave problem, surely Neverwinter will send out protection in the meantime."
Storm looks around the room to ensure no one is close to overhear...
"Should we be heading out right away? Those bounty hunters were asking around for you, they even stopped at Wynn's. It might look a little suspicious if we skipped town after their questioning. Maybe we should spend the day here today. Go lounge around town, be spotted hanging out without a worry."
"Could use a nice day off."
Storm looks around the room to ensure no one is close to overhear...
"Should we be heading out right away? Those bounty hunters were asking around for you, they even stopped at Wynn's. It might look a little suspicious if we skipped town after their questioning. Maybe we should spend the day here today. Go lounge around town, be spotted hanging out without a worry."
"Could use a nice day off."
Cain Vance
"Those two will be suspicious of anyone passing through here, but hiding in plain sight might have worked a bit in our favour. They're not going to stop us from leaving, they're not in the position to anyway. I say we head out and deal with our contracts as planned, the fortress sounds good to me."
"Though, I wish we could have fixed the paperwork ..."
"Though, I wish we could have fixed the paperwork ..."
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