[IC] D&D 5e : Lost Mine of Phandelver - BH

[Bounty Hunter]

Welcome to The Lost Mine of Phandelver AdventureA D&D 5e Adventure DMed by Bounty Hunter

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More than five hundred years ago, clans of dwarves and gnomes made an agreement known as the Phandelver's Pact, by which they would share a rich mine in a wondrous cavern known as Wave Echo Cave. In addition to its mineral wealth, the mine contained great magical power. Human spellcasters allied themselves with the dwarves and gnomes to channel and bind that energy into a great forge, the Forge of Spells, where magic items could be crafted. Times were good, and the nearby town of Phandalin prospered as well. But then disaster struck when the orcs swept through the North and laid waste to all in their path.

A powerful force of orcs reinforced by evil mercenary wizards attacked Wave Echo Cave to seize its riches and magical treasures. Human wizards fought alongside their dwarf and gnome allies to defend the Forge of Spells, and the ensuing battle destroyed much of the cavern. Few survived the cave-ins and tremors, and the location of Wave Echo Cave. was lost.

For centuries, rumors of buried riches have attracted treasure seekers and opportunists to the area around Phandalin, but no one has ever succeeded in locating the lost mine. In recent years, people have resettled the area. Phandalin is now a rough-and-tumble frontier town.

[Bounty Hunter]

Neverwinter : The Driftwood Tavern - Day 0

Each of you have received a letter from your friend and patron Gundren Rockseeker, scrawled quickly in his own hand on a mostly-clean bit of parchment and bearing the family crest:


Friend,

The gods have seen fit that my brothers and I should happen across quite the opporunity. In support of this endevor I shall be needing armed escort to see that a wagonload of neccessary supplies makes the journey to Phandalin safely. Meet me tonight, an hour after sundown, at the Driftwood Tavern and make ready to set out at dawn.

~Gundren


Roughly an hour after sundown you make your way through the winding city streets to a courtyard near the Coriol Street Gate. Squatting squarely on the corner of Coriol Street is a two story stone building that bears a swinging wooden sign in the shape of a three-masted galleon riding atop a banner emblazoned with the taverns name. Large barrels as tall as an adult human are stacked on either side of the main entry's stone stairs.

Once inside, you find Gundren at a long wooden table near the back. The dwarf is joined by his warrior companion who he introduces as Sildar Hallwinter, and soon you find that five others received letters identical to yours. He explains the task before you: He and his escort need leave immediately and make preparations in Phandalin. The six of you, he excitedly explains, will pick up a wagon full of supplies in the morning and escort it safely to Brarthen's Provisions for which you will be rewarded with ten gold pieces each.

"Now!" he chuckles and pats his companion on the back as he stands. "Enjoy your night and your meal. Get to know each other, you leave at first light. An associate will meet you outside this same in with the wagon tommorow and the pair of us shall meet you in Phandalin in three days’ time. If all goes according to plan there shall be more drinks to be had and more coin to be made. Ha!" Then the pair head outside and begin to saddle up into their ponies with haste, visible through the front windows of the tavern. Quickly, the pair heads out the city gate, leaving the six adventurers to wonder what the big opportunity might be and more importantly who each of their new companions was.

[Recalcitrent]

Torrin Yarjerit

The black-scaled dragonborn leans back comfortably in his chair. His greataxe and a set of javelins are leaning against the wall near him, and he has a pair of handaxes on his belt. He takes a gulp from his tankard of ale and looks around at his companions, sizing them up. As he scans across the table, his eyes linger for a moment on the tiefling, a small amount of acid flowing into his mouth in a tiny trickle, before he reminds himself that one's ancestry doesn't dictate their personality, with himself being a fair example.
"Name's Torinn. Live a fair bit away from here." Torinn shrugs after this. "Not much else to say about me."

[Son_of_Meepo]

Liuailo Galanodel

While Gundren was going over the details of the job, Liuailo nodded his head but did not speak. Every once in a while he was distracted by a glimpse of his newly acquired rapier. He'd purchased the fine blade from the coin he'd swindled off a dapper gentleman, now he'd just hoped to get out of town before the gullible noble came to his senses.

When Gundren left Liuailo sunk in his chair a little more and kept an eye on the door. When his meal was finally served, he tried to relax a little, but not too much. It was hard not to enjoy a hot meal and warm bed, especially when someone else's coin was paying for it, but he knew he couldn't afford to be to careless.

Well Torrin, a pleasure to be makin' yer acquantance." Liuailo thought about extending a hand towards the dragonborn, but something about him made Liualo stop. "If there ain't too much to say, then I'll not pry. I know there can be times when even giving a name is saying too much. How about the rest of you? Any good stories to share with a warm meal and good drink?"

[Recalcitrent]

Torinn

Torinn nods and grunts "Pleasure." in response to the elf's greeting.

[Bounty Hunter]

Neverwinter : The Driftwood Tavern - Day 0

As the group begins to introduce themselves to each other a pair of waiters begin to set several plates of food along the center of the rectangular wooden table. Roasted mutton that has been carved into thick slices is piled high on two main platters and several smaller plates and bowels are laden with various vegtables. Boiled potatoes, steamed carrots, and beans waft small trails of steam into the air above them as the last platter, stacked with several small loaves of bread and ringed in small cubes of cheese, is placed in the center. Before each of you is placed a wooden tankard which is then filled with Dwarven Rockaxe Ale.

[Meltheim]

Aeron

"Aeron" the ranger says, taking small sips of his beer while his eyes scan the room, fixing on the door and windows. A moment or so passes in silence before he adds, "I like your necklace," raising his mug to Torinn, and gesturing to the necklace of humanoid ears around his own neck. "Seems we have similar taste, as it were."

Aeron sips some more of the beer, and it becomes apparent that he is not used to imbibing. Through his stubble, his cheeks turn a light shade of pink. He puts the mug down and reaches for a cube of cheese. After sampling it, he reaches for another cube and a roll, sliding the latter into his shirt. "For later, just in case." With that, he goes silent again, resuming his watch.

[Fra Lippo]

Sergor Bersk

He listened closely while Gundren talked - his father gave him enough raps on the head to make it a habit - but as the dwarves depart, Sergor resumes his slacked-jaw staring. Dumbfounded, his wide-eyed face turns back and forth between the dragon-born and the tiefling adventurers.

It is only when Torrin and the elf speak that Sergor remembers to mind his manners. Mumbling something to himself, he addresses the group:

"Well met! I am Sergor Bersk, and - ah, look at what Gundren has prepared for us!"

As the food and drink is being placed, he clasps his hands and silently mouths a prayer. Then he piles his plate high from as many dishes as he can reach, and sets to feasting.

[Recalcitrent]

Torinn

Noticing the one human seeming to gape openly at both himself and the tiefling, Torinn grimaces into his drink, as he downs the rest. Hopefully its just the fact that dragonborn are rare around here, and not that his ancestors were black dragons.
The large dragonborn sets down his empty tankard, and then eagerly drops several slices of mutton onto his plate, with only a small selection of vegetables to accompany them. Torinn takes a large bite out of one slice of mutton, when Aeron comments on his bear-tooth necklace.
Understanding well the desire to keep a trophy of one's accomplishments, Torinn nods and speaks around the mutton in his mouth, "In'eed, i' sheems we migh'."
He then grabs the full tankard of Rockaxe, and takes a drink to help wash down the meat, and makes a pleased noise. Its not often that Torinn gets to drink ale, or any alcohol for that matter, living as far away from others as he does.

[Meltheim]

Aeron

Chuckling as the fighter and barbarian devour their food, Aeron says, "Nothing like living for today, hmm?" and sips some more beer. It's obvious that the alcohol has the effect of loosening his tongue.

"Stories . . . I don't have many." Aeron takes a gulp. "Would you like to hear of the volcano that destroyed my village and my family or the undead horrors that have overrun its remains?" Pausing for a moment, Aeron sets his drink down again, frowning at the cup. He reaches over for another roll, breaking some off to eat. "Hmm, sorry. Maybe the story of how Gundren hired me?"

[CockroachTeaParty]

No larger than a child, a green-eyed, dark-haired gnome pokes his head over the table. His tunic is bright green with silver buttons; although he has taken it off now that the group is indoors, anyone who saw the gnome outdoors would have seen his magnificent, enormous, wide-brimmed hat. A rat dozes on the gnome's shoulder.

His large, sparkling eyes look to everyone in turn as they speak. He stands on the bench, bringing himself slightly closer to eye-level.
"Aeron, was it? A pleasure! Torinn, well met! Sergor, welcome! It's a delight to meet you all! I am Kayjat Rosendoofe Cobswobble Two-Sheds Exsprat Sproutfidget, but most people call me Keys."
He reaches for a few potatoes, and pops one whole in his mouth.
"*Gulp!* As you can see, I am a gnome! Some people think gnomes are related to potatoes, and that isn't far from the truth! I've always loved spuds, so that makes me something of a cannibal, in a sense. I pride myself on being a repository of pointless knowledge, so if you need any questions of little importance answered, I hope you will seek my counsel! I must say, I'm quite excited to get underway. Adventure! Excitement! Romance! Oh, what a story we shall spin together! Ha ha!"

[Marcivo]

The tiefling's smile grew wide at the mere mention of storytelling. "Oh, is it my turn? Can it be my turn? Great!

"I've got this one about six adventurers who all embarked on a doomed errand together. They were hired for what seemed at first like a simple escort, you know, just to make some quick coin. But they all turned up dead, drained of all their blood and viscera! See, they thought they were being hired by a completely legit employer, but he turned out to be a master vampire all along! Haha!"

She rolled back into her chair, giggling madly. Her dark eyes sparkled. "Just kidding," she crooned. "It's us!"

Despite her manner, there was something infectious in the little tiefling's voice. Maybe it was her lilting, singsong quality, or the odd innocence of her demeanor. Either way, she seemed to lack anything that could be called genuine malice, so at least there was that. "Call me Kit," she stammered, breathless, once she'd finally calmed down. "Everyone who's anyone calls me that."

[Recalcitrent]

Torinn

The dragonborn glances at the gnome over a particularly large piece of mutton as he rattles off his name, surprised that the small man is able to say the whole thing without needing to take a breath somewhere. "Keys it is then."

After the tiefling has finished laughing at her own strange, grim story, Torinn squints at her a little. "Seems you found that thought a little bit funny. Not sure I would in the same situation." He then shrugs a bit and goes back to eating, finally eating one of the potatoes he had grabbed earlier.

[CockroachTeaParty]

Keys stares wide-eyed as Kit finishes her story. After a beat of silence, he bursts out laughing.
"HA! Ha ha ha! Ah, I believe you and I shall get along famously, Kit! A pleasure to meet you! Let's hope the fates see fit to re-write your story's ending!"

[Marcivo]

Kit tilted her head oddly, pale hair spilling over one shoulder. It gave the distinct impression she was rolling her eyes at Torinn, and that would take some getting used to.

"Of course I found it funny. Because it is."

And then she was smiling again.

"Well met, Keys." She leaned in conspiratorially, but cast a furtive glance in Torinn's direction. "Try not to talk about vampires. Our dragonborn appears to be afraid of them."

[Fra Lippo]

Sergor Bersk

Sergor continues to eat and drink in silence, smiling for Keys's introduction. It is only when the tiefling regales the table with her story that he pauses. As pale as day, he sets aside his platter and makes a sign across his chest.

"Aeron, you were going to tell us how you were hired? Or maybe you could tell us about your trophies", nodding towards his necklace. "I'm all ears for how you got that", he says with a warming grin.

Draining the rest of his tankard, he attempts to wave down one of the waiters.

[Bounty Hunter]

Neverwinter : The Driftwood Tavern - Day 0

As introductions are made, stories are told, and ale is drank the noises of the tavern around you begin to pick up as well. Now that the last bits of the days light begin to fade outside the citizen of Neverwinter arrive in small groups and begin to enjoy an otherwise ordinary night in their favorite tavern. The bartender and the wait staff fall easily into their comfortable routine as trays of food and drinks are constantly brought forth from the kitchen area to various tables throughout the common room. The waiters move in a sort of dance, dodging misplaced chair and tipsy patrons alike, as they balance large trays of stacked plates and full tankards.

A young human, likely in her late teens, catches sight of Sergor as he waves and motions towards his tankard. She nods politely and makes her way to the table to collect the cup and a few moments later brings it back from the bar full and frothy. Anyone else that finds themselves near the bottom of their mug is likewise treated in kind.

In the far corner of the common room a group of dwarves breaks out into laughter at some joke unheard by the adventures. They hoot and hollar about various things for a moment before settling down again. Near the center of the room, at a large circle table made of a dark and lacquered wood, a game of cards has been started and is being dealt around cluttered tin mugs and a few bottles of cheap wine. A human man with the dark tan skin of someone who's spent a lifetime at sea begins to deal cards out quickly to a pair of dwarves with auburn hair, a half-elf, and a tiefling with skin the color of dried blood.

[Son_of_Meepo]

Liuailo Galanodel

Liuailo took some mental notes of the strange persons he was sharing a meal with. Sergor and Torinn appeared to be the muscle, handy to know who to hide behind when things got dangerous. Judging by Aeron's eyes, he was as cautious as Liuailo was, and that was never a bad thing to have around. Keys and Kit appeared to like to share stories but he really couldn't really say much more about them other than their outgoing personality. Maybe Kit was a bit not right in the head, but seemed harmless enough so far.

When the card game broke out, Liuailo eyed its progress. Not that he was interested in joining, far from it. Games of chance involved too much uncertainty compared to his usual schemes. But when someone had too much ale and lost too much money, suddenly everyone around them is a no good cheat.

Liuailo leaned over and whispered to Aeron, "I'd keep an eye on that game. I've seen too many turn violent and that violence spreads quickly in places like these."

[Recalcitrent]

Torinn

Torinn growls a bit at the tiefling for the "afraid of vampires" jab and grips his tankard of Rockaxe tightly, before downing the rest, choosing not to make an issue of it, after deciding she was just making a joke of some sort.

As the tavern starts to fill up and become nosier and more raucous, Torinn begins to remember why he doesn't travel into the city all that often, as large groups of people bother him. He winces when the dwarves break out into loud laughter and frowns in their direction. Three tankards of ale and his volitile nature were all yelling at him to do something, but instead he decides to order his fourth ale, determined not to let his chance to drink go to waste.

[Meltheim]

Aeron

Having finished his mug of ale and what other food he could pick at. Aeron nods his head to the others and stands up. "It is getting late, and I want to be on the road early. Good night." He stumbles a half-step away from the table before steadying himself, hoping that nobody noticed. He then very deliberately walks toward the stairs, turns around, walks back over and grabs his longbow from where it was leaning against the wall, turns back around, and very very deliberately walks toward the stairs again. Ascending without too much difficulty, he gets into his room and shuts the door.

Not sure if we're sharing rooms or if we have single rooms, but anyone who happens to come in will Aeron passed out awkwardly on the bed.

[CockroachTeaParty]

Keys chuckles at Kit's vampire jest. He flashes her a grin; for the briefest of moments, his incisors seem elongated and pointy.

The gnome twiddles his thumbs for a moment, but as Aeron gets up to leave, he can sense the evening winding down.
"Well, I look forward to traveling with everyone tomorrow, bright and early. I believe I will pay my respects to this establishment; allow me to excuse myself."

Keys hops down from the bench and finds a visible corner of the tavern. He pulls up a stool and stands upon it, his fiddle in hand. With a waggle of his fingers, several multi-colored orbs of light appear from thin air and begin orbiting the gnome silently. His fantastic light show on display, he begins to play a merry tune on his fiddle, tapping his toes in time. It's not the greatest song in the world, which is a good thing, since it's difficult to hear over the growing din...


Keys cast Prestidigitation to create a harmless sensory display; in this case, temporary vampire teeth. He then casts Dancing Lights before playing his fiddle.
Performance check: [roll0]

[Marcivo]

Kit returned the smile, but the effect was only mildly disturbing - her fangs were real.

She rolled back into her chair, tittering madly once again. "Don't break a string!," she called after the departing gnome.

Kit paused to catch her breath. "And then there were four," she said, eyes falling upon the brooding dragonborn. Her mouth quirked up at the corner, another flash of those wicked canine teeth. "C'mon," she said more softly. "I've never seen anyone drink so much who wasn't either depressed or an alcoholic, and you aren't smiling. Why don't you tell me what hurts?"

[Recalcitrent]

Torinn

Torinn shrugs at the tiefling. "My smiles tend to put people off. My mouth doesn't pull in the same way others' do, so I end up just baring my fangs." The dragonborn bares his yellowed fangs to demonstrate. "Besides, its too rowdy here for me. If I didn't enjoy ale as much as I do, I'd be asleep already, away from all these people." As if to punctuate this, he takes another large gulp from his tankard. It appears that the alcohol has, at least, loosened the reticent dragonborn's tongue a bit, having almost said more now than the rest of the night combined.

[Marcivo]

"No excuses!" Kit cried. "Who cares if you've got teeth like an abandoned cemetery? If you're happy, then smile! Seeee?"

She demonstrated again, fingers tugging at the corners of her mouth. At least the tension had ebbed out of her, there and gone again in half a second - like quicksilver on a quicksilver sea. She must have been expecting the dragonborn to say something nasty.

"You'll make more friends that way," she added, a harmless little jab.

[Recalcitrent]

Torinn

"And what good're those frien's when you live alone, far'way from 'em?" Torinn then drinks the last of his ale, sets the empty tankard down heavily, and runs his tongue over his teeth, savoring the taste. "Bah, I'm goin' to bed. Alcohol's making me talky. Don't be too late, you others, we hafta leave in the mornin'."
With that, the large dragonborn stands up, grabbing his greataxe and javelins from their spots leaning on the wall, not bothering to holster them, and heavily stomps his way across the room to the stairs, giving little heed to those in his way, expecting them to move for him.

[Bounty Hunter]

Neverwinter : The Driftwood Tavern - Day 0

In response to the lights and illusions conjured forth by Keys, several other patrons adjust their chairs slightly to afford them a better view. The sound of wooden chairs sliding across worn wooden floors interrupts the din of conversation and laughter in random spikes of activity. The group playing cards at the center casts a few quick glances to see what the commotion is about but for the most part remain engrossed in their game. Keys begins with a bit of a rocky start, which loses the attention of several of the people in the room who turn back to their drinks and conversation, but after a moment or two begins to play a merry little tune.

Those who make their way towards the stairs are met by an assistant who directs them to one of three rooms near the end of the hall. Each room is small, though not terribly cramped, and has two small beds positioned against the walls. The rooms aren’t anything worth bragging about, and the beds little more than stuff mattresses and rag pillows, but they're paid for by someone else’s coin and likely the last bed you'll see for the next several days. At times activity down in the main room picks up but never enough to keep anyone from sleeping and by around two hours past midnight even the most rambunctious patrons have found their way out into the warm Neverwinter night.

[Recalcitrent]

Torinn

Torinn groans noisily as he walks down the stairs into the tavern's common room, regretting drinking as much ale as he had. As he glances around and sees that he is the first of his companions to wake, he debates on whether he should wait for them to wake up, or if he should go and get the wagon of supplies ready. The dragonborn finally decides that he'd rather get on the road as soon as possible, and heads out to get things ready to go.

[Bounty Hunter]

Neverwinter : The Driftwood Tavern - Day 1

The next morning's activities begin even before the sun begins to rise. Two of the tavern's workers begin to load a wooden wagon with the assorted provisions that Gundren had ordered. Two large kegs of strong ale are packed beside each other directly behind the driver's bench. Behind them a dozen sacks of flour have been stacked into two neat rows between several casks of salted pork. Near the rear of the wagon the men begin to pile in various bits of mining equipment: roughly two dozen shovels are joined by a similar number of picks and crowbars as well as five lanterns accompanied by a small barrel of oil.

Regardless of if the adventurers all join in to help with the loading, just after the first orange-red rays of sun begin to speckle the towers of the city the wagon is ready to set out. A pair of oxen is yoked to the front and a pair of reins is looped into place and hung casually over the bench seat awaiting a driver. The animals seem extremely docile and are perfectly content to stand and chew casually on a mouthful of oats while waiting for their driver.

With a few days travel ahead of them yet, the six adventurers give the wagon a final look over and set out on their journey south along the High Road, which leads south from the city and runs parallel to the Sea of Swords. To the east the mighty Neverwinter Wood rises just along the crest of the horizon and will continue to do so until the group reaches the Triboar Trail. Once they have done so, the group will leave the main road and travel east until they reach their destination.

The entire first day is spent traveling the road south and is mostly uneventful. The road is dry and dusty but the occasional easterly wind keeps the summer sun at bay. No danger rears its head and aside from the occasional travelers heading north, a few deer and one very curious fox is the only movement the group spots along the way. Lunch is had under a large shade tree not too far from the road and while it’s nice to give your feet a break after about an hour or so your journey is resumed until dusk. When night falls the party makes a small camp a little ways away from the road and proceeds to carry on schedule watch shifts through the night.

[Meltheim]

Aeron

As is his nature, Aeron is the first to rise, and enjoys a nice breakfast while watching the suns rays peek over the horizon. He assists with the loading of the wagon, and when the time to depart comes, he does his best to scout ahead on foot. When night falls, Aeron informs the group that he will take first watch.

When morning comes, he will brew a strong nettle-tea that he offers to other party members. It's bitter, but it helps to wake you up rather quickly. Aeron is ready to continue the journey at first light, opting once again to be on foot and scout ahead of the group.

[Recalcitrent]

Torinn

Seeing that no one else either wants, or is in any condition, to drive the wagon, Torinn does so, his greataxe sitting on the seat next to him.

[CockroachTeaParty]

Keys

Keys is quick to rise, bright-eyed and energetic. During the trip, he sits in the wagon, perched atop a barrel. He passes the time by playing tunes on his fiddle, on occasion using his magic to create mildly-entertaining distractions: glowing orbs of light, soft tinklings of ethereal music, or odd illusions of tiny clouds, birds, or miniature dragons.

And of course, should anyone be brave enough to strike up a conversation with him, they quickly find the gnome never shuts up.

[Fra Lippo]

Sergor

Sergor is awoken by a dull throbbing inside his skull and the sun needling into his eyes. After that second tankard, the evening was a blur. There was the gnome's music; some dancing with a brown-haired girl, and some lurching around in the arms of an ample chested woman; singing and more drinking with some dwarves...

Finally, with a little too much groaning, he gets up on his feet and heads downstairs. Just in time too - the wagon is practically rolling away when Sergor stumbles onto the scene. He spends the rest of the day quietly, hunched over as he wrestles down his queasy stomach.

Yet the walk out the city does him good: returning to the countryside restores some of his cheer. By the time night falls, Sergor is alert and offers to take the second watch.

[Marcivo]

Later that afternoon, Kit took her place at the wagon's flank, happy to stretch her legs and happier to see the countryside.

The tiefling wasn't her usual frenetic self for the time being. She walked slowly and wore the serene mask of someone who hadn't a care in the world, no plans for tomorrow, and a deep, resounding peace with the knowledge that things like family and adulthood were mere afflictions that happened to other people. From time to time, she tried making idle conversation with the rest, but for the most part, Kit seemed content to keep to herself, stopping here and there to chase a fox or some other small rodent into the weeds.

It wasn't entirely an odd look for her.

[Meltheim]

Aeron

"I am familiar with the mask you wear, for I wear it myself." Aeron says to Kit, as the group breaks fast by the morning fire. "We orphans need to stick together. My family was killed by a volcano, and it has haunted me every day of my life since. You?"

[Marcivo]

"A volcano?" Kit asked, incredulous laughter bubbling out of her throat. Her laughter abruptly faded. "Oh," she blinked, realizing he was serious. Three decades out, the tragedy that struck Neverwinter and its surrounds was less than a distant memory to the nineteen-year-old tiefling. "Sorry."

"Never met 'em," grumbled Kit. "Don't plan to, either. I mean, one day, they left me on the doorstep of one of Neverwinter's rottenest orphanages without so much as a name, so why would I want anything to do with a pair of lousy tieflings like that?" Kit gritted her teeth and tossed a rock into the fire, sending an eruption of orange sparks into the wind. "I should thank them!" she said, quickly raising her voice. "Names- Names trap you! Names are like prison brands! Names come with a whole list of stupid responsibilities, and that's unfair 'cause they don't even all weigh the same. And that's why names are worse than useless," she concluded, stubbornly, "and I'm glad they never bothered. Ack, does that make sense?"

[Meltheim]

Aeron

"It does, actually," Aeron nods, "I do not know what my parents named me. I was but a boy when the fires and ash changed my life forever. The druids named me - Aeron means cursed one in the Old Tongue of the Druids, though it is meant satirically more than anything else. See, the Druids view all things in this world as part of the circle of life, all part of the balance. When nature's balance is upset, such as when man cuts down forests to make a village, nature resets the balance - sending a volcano to wipe the slate clean. I was spared, so clearly, as the Druids believe, Nature had a plan for me. I see myself as cursed because I lost everything that I hold dear, and the Druids see me as 'cursed' or 'destined' because I am somehow Nature's emissary - meant to deliver justice to Nature's enemies. They have an odd sense of humor."

Aeron kicks dirt on the fire and packs in his cooking gear. "Now then, shall we? I estimate we have a couple more days of travel ahead of us." Aeron offers his hand to help Kit up, and seems to attempt a smile in her direction.

Fun fact, I just picked the name Aeron because it sounded cool. Then I looked up the name in a Druidic dictionary, and "aer" refers to a magical curse, though it is used satirically. So ... there you go.

[Marcivo]

Kit nodded along, giggling brightly at Aeron's story. When he offered, she took the proffered hand. "Then that makes two of us," she said. Another flash of bright, sharp teeth.

It was a smile by anyone's definition.

[Recalcitrent]

Torinn

Torinn listens to the conversation between Kit and Aeron, but doesn't speak up. Instead, he adopts a somber expression, and goes to hook the oxen up to the wagon so they can get going.

[CockroachTeaParty]

Keys

Keys' fiddling grows more somber as he eavesdrops on Kit and Aeron's conversation. Who knew that the lives of adventurers could be so sad? Keys made a personal promise to attempt to change that, if he could.
"That's an interesting perspective on the concept of names, Kit," Keys said from atop his barrel, "We gnomes have a much different philosophy. Names are simply what they are: a thing you call someone. They can be fun! Most gnomes collect them. Why, I have names that my family calls me, names from my friends, names from complete strangers, even a few insults that stuck. We don't invest much in them, but rather enjoy them for their own sake. It's one of the wonders of this great world that most other races have such an inflexible stance on nomenclature. I suppose if you get truly frustrated by one or more names, perhaps you should try the gnomish method, and simply make up a few yourself!"

[Marcivo]

Kit shrugged. "How do you think I got the name I have? Kit, like a kit fox? Or like the way 'kid' sounds when you're spitting out the words? Either way, when people call you something often enough, it tends to stick."

[Son_of_Meepo]

Liuailo Galanodel

Liuaio always had a habit of being a late riser and this morning was no exception. He was practically tripping over himself to meet everyone downstairs before they departed.

Liuailo decided to take up a position at the rear of the wagon. He figured that way if they were ambushed, he can always claim someone else should have seen it first.

Liuailo avoided the heavier conversations about death by fire but took interest in the conversation about names. "Keys has it quite right, Kit. I've found if you aren't happy with who you are, or who people think you are for that matter, the best thing to do is make a new name for yourself. 'Tis always worked for me."

[Recalcitrent]

Torinn

"All this talk of names, when we have places to be. I don't know about the rest of you, but I have...an obligation, and if this journey takes too long, it might interfere." Torinn says as he finishes hitching up the oxen and walks back over to the group. He pauses slightly but noticeably when he mentions his "obligation".

[Marcivo]

Kit noticeably brightened at this abrupt change of subject. "An obligation, huh? Is she pretty?"

Kit's eyes narrowed. Her tail languidly swished through the weeds. Swish swish swish.

[Recalcitrent]

Torinn

Torinn grimaces, a relatively unnerving action, given his facial muscles, and glances at Kit. "Its not that. Its just a promise I made to myself, and I'd never forgive myself if I let it be broken." His tone is the same as it always is, gruff and short, but you can tell there is a level of emotion underlying it.

[Marcivo]

"If you insist," Kit shrugged, clearly disappointed with the dragonborn's predictable answer. She was more fond of love stories than somber oaths.

[Recalcitrent]

Torinn

"Sorry to disappoint you with my life, Kit." Torinn says sardonically.

[Meltheim]

Aeron

"Alright you two. We ready to move out? Good." Aeron tosses his pack onto the back of the cart, so that he would be more nimble, and takes up his position about 20 yards ahead. He does his best to try and bring down some game, but finds little luck. The High Road is no hunting trail, that's for sure, he thinks to himself.

[Bounty Hunter]

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The Sword Coast : The Triboar Trail - Day 3

In the city of Neverwinter, a dwarf named Gundren Rockseeker asked you to bring a wagon load of provisions to the rough-and-tumble settlement of Phandalin, a couple of days' travel southeast of the city. Gundren was clearly excited and more than a little secretive about his reasons for the trip, saying only that he and his brothers had found "something big," and that he'd pay you ten gold pieces each for escorting his supplies safely to Barthen's Provisions, a trading post in Phandalin. He then set out ahead of you on horse, along with a warrior escort named Sildar Haliwinter, claiming he needed to arrive early to "take care of business." You've spent the last few days following the High Road south from Neverwinter, and you've just recently veered east along the Triboar Trail. You've encountered no trouble so far, but this territory can be dangerous. Bandits and outlaws have been known to lurk along the trail.


You've been on the Triboar Trail for about half a day and the sun hangs overhead as puffy white clouds drift lazily from the sea and head east. The trail is much narrower and rutted than the road had been but the pair of oxen still trudge along at mostly the same pace. Aeron estimates you've been making near twenty-five miles a day and at this pace may be lucky enough to reach your destination tomorrow evening. As you come around a bend, you spot two dead horses about fifty feet ahead of you directly, sprawled out in the middle of the trail and blocking it. Each has several black feathered arrows sticking out of it. The woods press close to the trail here, with a steep embankment and dense thickets on either side.

[Meltheim]

Aeron

Upon seeing the horses, the ranger quickly draws his bow and nocks an arrow. "Hold, everyone. Ready yourselves." he half-shouts back to the group. Inching forward, Aeron opens his senses to his surroundings, unsure if the threat has passed or not. He slowly makes his way closer to the horses. "Black fletched arrows, both horses dead. Hard to tell much else though."

Checks in OOC (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showsinglepost.php?p=18052779&postcount=91)

Perception: (1d20+5)[24]
Investigation: (1d20)[6]
Nature: (1d20+3)[8]

[Recalcitrent]

Torinn

Torinn jumps down from the wagon, his greataxe in his hand, and starts scanning the local area, keeping his eyes open for anything out of the ordinary.


Perception: (1d20+2)[12]

[Son_of_Meepo]

Liuaillo Galanodel

Making himself a smaller target, Liuaillo crouches as he draws his shortbow, using the side of the wagon for cover from one tree line. He scans the brush first for any signs of a waiting ambush...

Perception: [roll0]

[Bounty Hunter]

The Sword Coast : The Triboar Trail - Day 3

Out in front of the group, Aeron notices the horses first and calls the group to a halt. Quickly, he begins to put his keen senses to work and deciphering the scene that sits before the party. Torinn pulls on the reins and pair of oxen slow to a halt and casually stand in the middle of the road awaiting further instructions. Hoping down from the wagon, the dragonborn brings his might greataxe to bear. Meanwhile, on the northern side of the wagon, Liuaillo crouches and readies his bow.

Liuailo notices that unlike the last few days the sounds of the woodlands have died down. Birds aren't chirping and even the drone of insects have died down despite being the middle of a summer day. Ahead, the shape of the two horses laying in the road is quite visible and several items are scattered in the road nearby. From this distance you cant make out all of it, but it appears to be the saddlebags that the horses had been equipped with.

Torinn notices that unlike the last few days the sounds of the woodlands have died down. Birds aren't chirping and even the drone of insects have died down despite being the middle of a summer day. Ahead, the shape of the two horses laying in the road is quite visible and several items are scattered in the road nearby. From this distance you cant make out all of it, but it appears to be the saddlebags that the horses had been equipped with.

Aeron notices that unlike the last few days the sounds of the woodlands have died down. Birds aren't chirping and even the drone of insects have died down despite being the middle of a summer day. Ahead, the shape of the two horses laying in the road is quite visible and several items are scattered in the road nearby. From your closer vantage point you can make out two important things. Firstly, these horses appear to the be same horses that Gundren and Sildar left on after your meeting in the tavern. Secondly the saddlebags have been removed from the horses and riffled through then left laying scattered in the road. Nearby a small leather map case, also opened and empty, has been tossed aside.

Though you're still at some distance, your time as a ranger allows you to see that the arrows are of a crude design and appear to have been fired haphazardly. Rather than keen strikes fired for a precise kill or to slow the target they appear to have simply pincushioned the poor animals until they dropped. The pools of blood beneath the animals have had time to soak completely into the soft dust of the road and have become so dark they are near black. This leads you to believe the corpses have been exposed to the elements for about a day or so and the summer sun has been doing them no favors. The dirt of the road appears to be heavily disturbed: footprints and scuffs abound but you'd need to be closer to check them better.

[Marcivo]

"Oh, come on," Kit groaned, hanging from the wagon's side. "I was on a roll of not getting shot at this week."

She took a moment to take in their surroundings, trying to tell if, indeed, they were about to be shot at.

Percetion: [roll0]

[Recalcitrent]

Torinn

"Things are too quiet. There's no wildlife noises...no insects..." Torinn says to the group. "This isn't right. Watch yourselves." The dragonborn tightens his grip on his greataxe.

[Son_of_Meepo]

Liuailo Galanodel

Keeping low in a crouch, Liuailo crept forward to the front of the wagon for a closer look.

"Bags are ripped. Someone was looking for something very specific, otherwise I think they'd have most likely just taken the bags with them if simple banditry was their intent."

If there was someone looking to ambush them, they'd have probably shot Aeron by now. Still, he couldn't be too careful.

"Aeron. Are there any identifying marks on the bags or the horses? Maybe we can figure who they belonged to as they no longer appear to be around to answer the question for us."

[Bounty Hunter]

The Sword Coast : The Triboar Trail - Day 3

Kit notices that unlike the last few days the sounds of the woodlands have died down. Birds aren't chirping and even the drone of insects have died down despite being the middle of a summer day. Ahead, the shape of the two horses laying in the road is quite visible and several items are scattered in the road nearby. From this distance you cant make out all of it, but it appears to be the saddlebags that the horses had been equipped with.

[Meltheim]

Aeron

"These appear to be the same horses Gundren and Sildar left with a few days ago. The bags have boon looted but ... What's this?" Aeron trails off momentarily as he walks over to pick up the map case. "Hmm, map case. It's empty. Whoever attacked them did it hard and fast, and in great numbers. And they knew what they were looking for."

[Marcivo]

"But should we be worried?" Kit asked, uncomfortable and unfamiliar with the intricacies of tracking. "They got what they were looking for and moved on, right? Like you said, that was days ago."

[CockroachTeaParty]

Keys

All of the levity in the gnome evaporates at the sight of the dead horses, and Keys only grows more nervous as the ranger reveals his suspicions.
"I do hope our employer is still among the living..." Keys says before vanishing inside a barrel.


Keys will cast Minor Illusion to create an image of a 5-ft.-tall, 4-ft. diameter barrel, conjuring the illusion around himself; to an outside observer, Keys has been replaced by another barrel on the back of the wagon.

[Meltheim]

Aeron

Standing up next to the horses, Aeron looks in Kit's direction. "That is possible. It is also possible that this is a regularly used ambush site and Gundren just got caught in the trap." Aeron jogs back over to the cart, jumping up for a better vantage point. "At the least, we will have to move the horses off to the side of the road, so that we can continue on to Phandalin." he continues, scanning the area still.

[Marcivo]

"All right," she said, resignation creeping into her voice. "I'll keep an eye out for trouble."

"Heavy lifting isn't my specialty."

[Bounty Hunter]

The Sword Coast : The Triboar Trail - Day 3



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Encounter One : Goblin Ambush

As Aeron picks up the empty map case and heads back towards the wagon several pairs of eyes watch him from the underbrush. Once the man's back is turned four dark shapes slowly stand up from their hiding places before bursting forth from the foliage. The creatures are slightly shorter than a human and have leather green-brown skin, large ears, and yellowed fangs. There are four of them in total, each dressed in crude leather curiasses, two of them are swining well-worn short swords while the other two are already nocking arrows into wooden shortbows. The two with swords begin to barrel down the embankments towards the wagon while the two with bows are content with having the high ground.

Everyone Roll Initiative!!

[Son_of_Meepo]

Liuailo Galanodel

Liuailo aims his shortbow at one of the goblins, waiting for the right moment to release his arrow.

[roll0]

[Meltheim]

Aeron

Wheeling about, Aeron takes aim.

Initiative: [roll0]

[Son_of_Meepo]

Liuailo Galanodel

Liuailo takes the clear shot, firing his bow at the sword-wielding goblin...

Cursing under his breath as his hasty shot goes wide, the elf dashes over to the bushes for cover.

Action: Shortbow vs Sword Goblin 2

Attack: [roll0]
Damage: [roll1]

Move: I3.

Stealth: [roll2]

[Marcivo]

Kit stiffened at the sight of the goblins emerging from the tree line. A noise somewhere between a hiss and a growl emerged from her throat as the air suddenly suddenly grew tense with the latent hum of arcane energy.

[roll0]

[Meltheim]

Aeron

Seeing his ally address the sword-wielding goblin to the south, Aeron hopes to focus fire so that they don't get pinned down. He then moves forward, setting up his next shot.

Action: Longbow vs Sword Goblin 2

Attack: [roll0]
Hit: [roll1]

Move: Walk to Q8

[Bounty Hunter]

The Sword Coast : The Triboar Trail - Day 3

Combat - Round 1

Initiative Order
1. Aeron, Liuailo , Sergor
2. Goblin Swordsman
3. Keys, Kit, Torinn
4. Goblin Bowman

Current Turn : Aeron, Liuailo , Sergor

As soon as the goblins emerge from the bushes both Aeron and Liuailo spring into action and let arrows fly towards the sword-wielding goblin south of the road. Firing from some distance while also trying to keep out of sight causes Liuailo's arrow to fly wider than he'd like and it disappears off into the trees along the embankment ineffectively. Aeron however, is much closer, and with a steady exhale he lets loose the shaft of his arrow which whizzes sharply through the air and sinks into the side of the creature's chest.

Liuailo misses Sword Goblin 2 : 0 dmg

Aeron hits Sword Goblin 2 : 6 dmg

Sword Goblin 2 is now bloodied.

[CockroachTeaParty]

From within his illusory barrel, Keys watches the goblin attack unfold. Content with his current distance from the action, the gnome remains in the barrel, pulling a pinch of sand from a pouch on his belt. He then wiggles his fingers and speaks a few odd words, pointing at a pair of goblins south of the road. A strange compulsion to slumber washes over them...


Keys will remain in the wagon; hopefully nobody notices him inside his fake illusion-barrel. He will cast Sleep on the two goblins south of the road; I believe they are within 20 ft. of each other, and inside the spell's 90 ft. range.

The spell puts [roll0] hp worth of creatures to sleep for 1 minute (or until they take damage or someone rouses them as an action).

[Fra Lippo]

Sergor is startled by the sudden flurry of combat, but without thinking he immediately jumps down from the cart. He walks steadily towards the closest goblin, shield held high, and begins to take aim with his spear.

[Marcivo]

While all that was going on, Kit calmly stepped out into the open.

Immediately, her companions could tell there was something off about her. The tiefling’s hair was two shades darker. Her skin, still pink, was ashy pale. Somehow, she’d produced a rod from somewhere on her person. It was made of black iron, and all that energy that had been hanging in the air was suddenly focused at its tip, causing the rod to burn the sullen orange of metal fresh from the forge.

Oh, and her eyes were bleeding.

Words like broken glass rolled off Kit’s tongue, darkening the air in rhythm with every syllable. With practiced precision, the tiefling raised her iron rod and took aim at the second goblin swordmaster.

Something strange happened next.

Hair stood on end. A cold wind blew. Sounds became muffled and distant. Instead of the anticipated flash of light or hellfire, reality rippled as Kit’s spell took hold. Almost without thinking, she laid a curse. A nasty one.

And then the anticipated bolt of black lightning hellfire erupted from her rod, streaking through the air toward the hapless goblin.

Kit to G10. Checkmate She casts Hex on Sword Goblin 1, which is saveless and does not require an attack roll if I'm reading it right. It's a bonus action, which means she still has her normal action for the round, which she uses to cast Eldritch Blast. Kit selected Dexterity when she cast the Hex, so the goblin now has disadvantage on Dex-based checks - very important for those pesky Stealth attempts when things inexorably go south and goblins do what goblins do. No mercy!

Attack: [roll0]
Damage: [roll1]+[roll2] (necrotic)

[Bounty Hunter]

The Sword Coast : The Triboar Trail - Day 3

Combat - Round 1

Initiative Order
1. Aeron, Liuailo , Sergor
2. Goblin Swordsman
3. Keys, Kit, Torinn
4. Goblin Bowman

Current Turn : Goblin Swordsman

The pair of sword-wielding goblins rushes quickly down the embankments and towards the road brandishing their worn weapons and clattering them against their small shields. Though the shaft of Aeron's arrow still juts from its chest and dark red blood is already soaking through its clothing, the wounded goblin seems no less intent on causing harm to the ranger. In just a few short seconds they pair cross the distance and are alongside lone man in the center of the road. The first attack comes from the north as the ranger's attention was focused to the south of the road. A quick slash of its short sword scores a hit on Aeron and the filthy creature snarls with excitement. The second attacker arrives a few seconds behind, slowed by its considerable wound, and attempts to strike the man as well however it is unable to find purchase whilst attempting not to further agitate its wound.

Goblin Swordsman 1
Move : Walk to P7
Attack : Short Sword attack on Aeron

Attack : [roll0] vs AC
Hit : 5 damage

Goblin Swordsman 2
Move : Walk to Q9
Attack : Short Sword attack on Aeron

Attack : [roll1] vs AC
Hit : 5 damage




Goblin 1 hits Aeron : 5 Damage

Goblin 2 misses Aeron : 0 Damage

It is now Group 2's turn : Keys, Kit, Torinn

[Bounty Hunter]

The Sword Coast : The Triboar Trail - Day 3

Combat - Round 1

Initiative Order
1. Aeron, Liuailo , Sergor
2. Goblin Swordsman
3. Keys, Kit, Torinn
4. Goblin Bowman

Current Turn : Keys, Kit, Torinn

From a clever hiding place in the back of the wagon, the gnomish illusionist Keys begins to work the incantation for a spell to disable two of the goblins now bearing down on his companion. As the last syllable leaves his tiny lips the two creatures south of where Aeron stands in the road suddenly feel a crushing wake of exhaustion wash over them compelling them to sleep. Their eyelids grow heavy and their weapons suddenly have all the weight of the world pulling against them and barely half a second later the pair lost in state of magic sleep.

Stepping forward into the battle and calling upon the dark powers within her command, Kit continues the party's barrage of attacks against the already wounded swordsman. Magical sleep had barely set in when a hex's dark curse began to bind itself to the hapless creature. A blink of an eye later and an eruption of black arcs of lighting hellfire lances along the trail and slams forcefully into the goblin. The ambusher never even had the chance to be aroused from its slumber; its weapon clatters uselessly to the ground as the creature itself is slammed down into the dusty road. Dark blood seeps from its arrow wound and puddles into the chalky dust beneath the corpse.



Keys casts sleep and is succesful: Sworld Goblin 2 and Bow Goblin 2 are now asleep.

Kit casts Hex on Sword Goblin 1 : Sword Goblin 1 is now cursed and has disadvantage on Dexterity Checks

Kit casts Eldritch Blast on Sword Goblin 1 : 12 Necrotic Damage

Sword Goblin 1 is now dead.

It is still Group 2's Turn - Torinn may take his actions.

[Recalcitrent]

Torinn

Torinn charges forward, a tremendous roar of draconic anger ripping from his lungs, acidic spittle dripping from his fangs. His right hand reaches for his javelins, greataxe in his left, and with all the power and force in his body, hurls it at the cowardly greenskin taking aim at his companions.


Rage, move forward 30 feet, then make a ranged attack at Bow Goblin 1 with a javelin.
Attack: [roll0]
If Disadvantaged: [roll1]

Damage: [roll2]

[Bounty Hunter]

The Sword Coast : The Triboar Trail - Day 3

Combat - Round 1

Initiative Order
1. Aeron, Liuailo , Sergor
2. Goblin Swordsman
3. Keys, Kit, Torinn
4. Goblin Bowman

Current Turn : Keys, Kit, Torinn

While the spellcasters Keys and Kit wreak havoc on the band of goblins through means of crippling sorceries, Torinn makes a more direct approach to the problem. Hefting his javelin, the dragonborn takes a running start and hurls it at his intended target: the second bowman preparing to strike from the north. With a sickening thud the point of the missile sinks deep into the creature which emits a serious of chocking gurgles as it slumps to the ground. The arrow it had been drawing back fires uselessly into the ground at its feet.

Torinn hits Bow Goblin 1 : 9 dmg

Bow Goblin 1 is now dead.

It is now the Bow Goblin turn.

[Bounty Hunter]

The Sword Coast : The Triboar Trail - Day 3

Combat - Round 1

Initiative Order
1. Aeron, Liuailo , Sergor
2. Goblin Swordsman
3. Keys, Kit, Torinn
4. Goblin Bowman

Current Turn : Goblin Bowman

Bow Goblin 1 is asleep.

End of Round 1

It is now Group 1's turn : Aeron, Liuailo , Sergor

[Son_of_Meepo]

Liuailo Galanodel

Everything was suddenly quiet. As Liuailo moved out of cover he saw two of the goblin were dead and two were asleep.

Wasting no time, Liuailo pulled a dagger from his belt and tossed it at the sleeping swordsman. The dagger sinks into the goblin's heart, ending its life.

Move: O9.
Action: Thrown Dagger vs Sword Goblin 2

Attack: [roll0] or [roll1] (Advantage)
Damage: [roll2] and [roll3] (sneak attack)

[Bounty Hunter]

The Sword Coast : The Triboar Trail - Day 3

Combat - Round 2

Initiative Order
1. Aeron, Liuailo , Sergor
2. Goblin Swordsman
3. Keys, Kit, Torinn
4. Goblin Bowman

Current Turn : Aeron, Liuailo , Sergor

With the rest of the ambushers soundly incapacitated, Liuailo rushes from the cover of the roadside trees moving his shortbow to his other hand. Nimble fingers retrieve a dagger from his belt and with a flick of the wrist the flash of steel hurtles through the air and sinks into the incapacitated, critically wounded, little creature. Emitting a noise somewhere between a startled cry of suprise and a wet cough, the goblin claws madly at the dirt but only manages to move about a foot before it falls motionless with a raaspy wet sigh.

Liuailo hits Goblin Swordsman 2 : 6 Damage

Goblin Swordsman 2 is now dead.

It is still Group 1's turn : Aeron, Liuailo , Sergor

[Meltheim]

Aeron

Seeing that the remaining goblin is unconscious, Aeron slings his longbow over his shoulder and walks forward, drawing his rope. He disarms the sleeping creature and ties up his hands and ankles, preventing him from taking any further attacks.

Move: Walk to S12

Action: Tie up Goblin (check to be added later)

[Bounty Hunter]

The Sword Coast : The Triboar Trail - Day 3



Encounter One : Victory!

With Liuailo's dagger bringing a quick end to the second swordsman the group soon finds that only a single living attacker remains. The goblin's sleeping form lies buckled near the top of the embankment a mere few feet from where it had been hiding among the trees. Nearby on the ground is the short bow it had been weilding along with the arrow it never had the chance to fire. Aeron approaches cautiously and begins to loop the rope around the creature's wrists and ankles. Part way through this endevor the goblin is roused and slowly begins to awake but the ranger has the knots in place with plenty of time to spare. Once awake the creature panicks but quickly realizes that he' is the only one of his companions to have survived and now finds himself prisoner. After a few failed attemps to wrestle with the rope, the goblin simply begins to sob.

You Are No Longer In Initiative

[Recalcitrent]

Torinn

Torinn walks over to the goblin he killed, places his foot on its chest, and quickly pulls his javelin out with a quick jerk. He then kneels down, pulling one of his hand-axes out, and uses it as a hammer to knock one of the goblin's front teeth out, and places it in a small pouch at his belt, before heading over to the goblin prisoner.

[Meltheim]

Aeron

"Torinn, can you please watch the prisoner here while I scout the area? I want to make sure we're secure before we begin any interrogations."

Aeron squats down next to the goblin, asking (in Goblin), "Any of your friends hiding out there still?"

Aeron stands up, sheathing his swords and redrawing his longbow. Nocking an arrow, he waits for the goblin's response.

[Recalcitrent]

Torinn

The hulking dragonborn nods reluctantly, his greataxe held in one hand as he stares at the goblin. "Tell it that if it moves at all, I will bathe him in acid. And that I'm hoping he decides to move." Torinn pulls a smile, and drips a bit of his slightly acidic saliva onto the goblin.

[Meltheim]

Aeron

Chuckling at Torinn's response, Aeron points toward him while addressing the goblin. "My friend here says that he will bathe you in Acid if you are not helpful." Torinn's acidic saliva hits the goblin's skin to punctuate this statement, and Aeron continues, "Now tell me, are you the only one left, or are there others hiding here?"

To his allies, Aeron's speech sounds halting and twisted, the goblin language being harsh and gutteral.

[Bounty Hunter]

The Sword Coast : The Triboar Trail - Day 3

Still sobbing, the creature calms for a moment when it reckonizes his native tongue but Aeron's question seems to cause the goblin to rouse another fit of desperation. Managing a few words around choked sobs the green-brown mess of a creature on the ground responds, also in Goblin:"No... *Sob* No friends...*Sob* Dead... You win!" The prisoner continues to wiggle and writhe on the ground... not so much fighting to get out of its bonds, mostly just pathetically squirming around as its nature. Of course drops of acid gnawing at bits of its skin aren't urging it to be still. "You win..." He quietly sobs again.

[Marcivo]

Kit stood nearby suddenly, looking for all the world like she hadn't just spent the last thirty seconds calling up blasphemies from the deepest pits of Hell. She still carried the rod in her hand, though, and thready smoke wafted from its orange iron tip. She waved it around nonchalantly while she spoke.

"What's he saying? What's he saying? I doubt it's anything nasty. He looks really sad."

Kit gave Torinn a gentle push, encouraging him to step back.

"Please stop drooling on the goblin."

[Meltheim]

Aeron

Nodding, the ranger gestures to Torinn that everything appears ok. "He says that we got them all, and that he's alone now. Torinn, if you can keep him cowed, and Kit, if you and the others check the bodies, I'll check the perimeter to see if I can glean anything else. If they took Gundren and Sildar, and were waiting for us, they might have a base of operations somewhere close by. Perhaps the Goblin can even lead us there, if properly motivated."

Looking back to the goblin, Aeron asks, "What is your name?"

[Recalcitrent]

Torinn

"I was not drooling. I was making a point. Also, I don't think greenskins can feel sad, Kit. And soon as we're done with it, I'll make sure it doesn't feel anything again." Torinn growls.

[Marcivo]

"WHAT?"

Completely ignoring Aeron, Kit gave Torinn a hard and sharp shove, much more aggressive than the gentle nudge a moment ago.

"That's a stupid thought and I'm not going to let you touch him. He didn't even attack us! Gods, you're awful."

[Recalcitrent]

Torinn

Torinn has to take a step back to stop from falling over at the unexpected push from the tiefling. With anger in his eyes, the dragonborn turns his gaze on Kit. "I don't know what fight you just saw, but in the one I just participated in, this greenskin scum was part of the ambush that tried to kill us, and possibly killed our employer! That he didn't get a shot off is irrelevant, and even if it WAS relevant, its a greenskin! The only mercy it deserves is that of a rabid animal!" Torinn then takes a hold of his greataxe in both hands, and says "And if you want to keep your hands, tiefling, you would do well to not push me again."

[Son_of_Meepo]

Liuailo Galanodel

Arguing didn't help. There was a job to do any money to be made and the end of it. Liuailo decided it would be best to defuse the brewing conflict as quickly as possible, but he couldn't help hide the frustration he felt.

"Now you both step back just one minute! I am not about to put our job and our lives at risk over a few hurt feelings! If you want to get paid at all then perhaps instead of squabbling like petulant children, the two of you ought to start helping Aeron get to the bottom of this ambush so that we can get on with delivering the supplies and finding Gundren if he even is missing at all!"

[Meltheim]

Aeron

Aeron gives a thankful nod to Liuailo, then turns to address the barbarian.

"Torinn, you are here because Gundren asked us for help. If you really want to help him, then finding him is our best bet. And who knows, you might get to kill some more greenskins in the process."

Aeron pats the Dragonborn on the shoulder, holding his eye contact the same way he would a wild animal. "Now, lets figure out what happened with Gundren."

Aeron searches the area, looking for any blinds, caches, trails, etc. that the goblins could have used to help them with their ambush.

Animal Handling to soothe Torinn?: [roll0]
Survival to scout the area for blinds/caches/trails that the Goblins would have used: [roll1]

[Marcivo]

"We don't know that," Kit said, uneasily. The dragonborn towered over her. This was dredging up some painful memories. At this range, he was more than a match for the young warlock.

"...Or you'll what?"

The words came out quietly, before she could stop herself from voicing them. Slowly but surely, the smile crept back to her face.

"Or you'll what? Are you going to kill me too because my skin's not the right color? Gods, you really are awful.

"You help Aeron look around and I'll watch the prisoner. Aeron, why don't you ask him if he knows anything about Gundren?"

[Fra Lippo]

Sergor

Before he even reaches the goblin with the sword, the skirmish is over. Sergor slows to a halt, simply standing by the road in momentary confusion. He joins the others by the captive and spits at its prone body.

"I agree with Torinn. Best to kill it once you are done asking questions - the next caravan might not be so fortunate."

Sergor pulls out his axe, waiting next to the creature while the others complete their search.

[Recalcitrent]

Torinn

Torinn growls a bit, emanating from his chest, but he doesn't look quite so angry. "Fine. Do your searching. I'll keep my eye on it. And I won't kill it while you're away."

Kit's comment about skin color does give Torinn a pause, his own black scales reflecting in the sunlight. "No, I wouldn't kill you for your skin color, Kit. I wouldn't kill this goblin for its skin color. I would kill it because to not kill it would mean allowing the evil and murder its kind does...and I can't sit by and let that happen again." The dragonborn looks weary, now. "Go, help Aeron search. You can trust me not to kill it, I'm not a mindless killer."

[Marcivo]

"...Fine," Kit grumbled, still hesitant to trust the dragonborn, "But there better be a whole goblin here when I get back."

Reluctantly, she backed down, and slowly wandered off to help investigate the area.


Perception? [roll0]
Investigation? [roll1]

[Bounty Hunter]

The Sword Coast : The Triboar Trail - Day 3

In answer of Aeron's question about a name, the goblin whimpers a bit before grumbling something in it's native tongue. The ranger has to think for a moment at the translation at first he's slightly confused at the thought of even a goblin being named 'Dirty Stain' but after the initial hesitation it suddenly clicks. He notices the bruise-like discoloration of skin along the jawline on the left side of its face. 'Splotch' likely a jeering nickname earned from his tribemates. Before the conversation can continue with the prisoner though a bit of an argument breaks out among the party.

While the group bickers, the sobbing goblin tries to scoot a few inches closer to the trees and isn't exactly subtle about doing so. Tied up as he is though he knows that he doesn't have a chance of escaping six armed adventurers.

South of the road just beyond the treeline you discover the hiding place where the goblins had lain in wait. Several blinds had been constructed that allowed them to remain out of sight while waiting until travelers were trapped in the narrow section of the road. Judging by the look of the area they've likely used the same spot to carry similar ambushes a dozen or so times.

North of the road just beyond the treeline you discover the hiding place where the goblins had lain in wait. Several blinds had been constructed that allowed them to remain out of sight while waiting until travelers were trapped in the narrow section of the road. Judging by the look of the area they've likely used the same spot to carry similar ambushes a dozen or so times. In addition to the smaller goblin footprints that liter the area along the road and into the trees there appears to be a narrow trail that winds through the foliage heading in a general northwesterly direction with fresh marks where something -- or someone -- was recently dragged.

[Meltheim]

Aeron

"Hold up, I think I've found a trail of some sort. Heads northwest. Not sure how far it goes, but it couldn't be much more than a few miles." Aeron walks back over to the group, "Splotch here might be able to give us an idea of how long it would take. I don't like the idea of leaving the cart here, but I also don't like the idea of possibly leaving Gundren to the goblins."

Turning to Splotch, Aeron asks again, in Goblin, "What happened to the dwarf and human who were riding these horses? Where did you take them?"

[Fra Lippo]

Sergor

"You're right to worry about the cart. And heading into the forest without knowing what's in there would invite much worse trouble on us."

Sergor looks at the treeline to the north, considering the events of the day. "Though I do not want to abandon Gundren either. Has it told you if they took Gundren and...um...Günter? The warrior."

[CockroachTeaParty]

Just as soon as it had started, the fight was over. As the group spreads out, looking for clues and interrogating prisoners, Keys shouts out from the back, "The wagon is secure!"

The gnome hops down and comes closer to the others. He winces a bit as the argument breaks out; he sympathized with Kit mostly: her heart was in the right place, at any rate.

"How far away are we from Phandelin? Perhaps we should take the wagon there, then circle back and follow the trail? I know time is of the essence, but we have no one to guard an unsupervised cart."

[Marcivo]

Kit came sauntering toward them several minutes later, pausing to gingerly pick her way across the corpse-strewn path. When she passed the desiccated corpse of the goblin she'd killed, Kit made a face, but otherwise said nothing.

"I found their hiding place in the trees," she said, tossing a half-shrug, "They must have been using it to watch the trail."

And then Kit walked past, walked over to where the goblin remained bound, hesitated, and then finally set down in the dust. She sat cross-legged, tail tucked underneath her knees. It was all she could do to keep from squirming irritably.

She stayed that way for a while, wrapped up in an anxious knot. Several times, Kit looked like she was about to say something, contribute to the plan, but then her expression cooled again and she returned to silence. It was obvious that she was still upset.

Very, very upset.

[Meltheim]

Aeron

In response to Sergor's question, Aeron says, "Maybe a half day? But we'd be on foot coming back, and we would have to do something with Splotch."

[Bounty Hunter]

The Sword Coast : The Triboar Trail - Day 3

Having mostly stopped sniveling, mostly, Splotch hesitates for a long while before answering, it seems that he realizes he may have a position to bargain from after all. "Yes yes. Man and dwarf, Splotch remembers, taken prisoner yesterday and hauled away. No reason to tell you if you just let lizard-man kill Splotch afterward." He shoots an angry glare at Torinn, who still stands guard nearby, and then fidgest slightly with the ropes binding him. "Besides, tribe have no mercy for traitor, they kill Splotch just the same."

[Son_of_Meepo]

Liuailo Galanodel

Liuailo retrieved his dagger from the corpse of the goblin and then took a small parcel out of his pack. It was wrapped in a rugged cloth and tied up with a string. He cut the string with his dagger and opened it, revealing the package of dried fruit, salted fish and hard bread within. He bent down to a knee to get down to the goblin's level and offered it to Splotch.

"You hungry? Here, have something to eat."

Liuaillo noticing the goblin's expression toward Torinn, looks back at the dragonman.

"He just don't like being ambushed. But I reckon there are a lot more around here that could assume you mean to do wrong just by who you are. Perhaps you'd best come with us if you want to live."

Persuasion: [roll0]
In case of advantage or disadvantage [roll1]

[Bounty Hunter]

The Sword Coast : The Triboar Trail - Day 3

The goblin doesn't seem to be particularly hungry but if you offer it the food it takes whatever you've offered cautiously. If you offer everything from the trail ration at once he takes the fish first and seems content with that. Once he has the food he doesn’t begin eating though, whether it's because he's still bound or becuase he's simply lost his appetite from recent events. Splotch does not appear to comprehend either the elven or dwarven languages but does nod along emptily to anything said in Common. When Liuailo suggests that the goblin travel with them fear once again washes over the small creatures face. Responding in broken common, he' protests: "If Splotch with you, Cragmaw know he traitor. Try to kill. Not welcome."

[Son_of_Meepo]

Liuailo Galanodel

"If you go back to Cragmaw alone, he doesn't sound like the type who will be too happy you didn't help the other goblins. We have to go to Cragmaw to get the dwarf and his friend back and things might not end so well for you if you end up on the wrong side of the dragonman again. Thus, you are likely safest staying with us. We can see if anyone in town is willing to take you in, but a lot of them probably don't trust those they don't know too well."

[Meltheim]

Aeron

Happy that someone else has the ability to communicate with Splotch, Aeron adds, "Phandalin is a mining town. If you are a hard worker, they might have a place for you there."

[Recalcitrent]

Torinn

Torinn sighs heavily at Aeron's suggestion, but otherwise stays silent on that matter. "Going to Phandalin and coming back will take too much time, especially if the goblins have Gundren. Supplies can be replaced, a life cannot."

[CockroachTeaParty]

Keys

Keys nods sagely at Torinn. "Aye, that is so. Well, I'm ready to begin pursuit whenever the rest of you are. To places dark and places strange!"

[Meltheim]

Aeron

Just then, Aeron finally seems to notice the slash across his side. "If you don't mind, I need to patch myself up. If you can work on hiding the cart, we can have Splotch lead us back toward his camp. I don't want anymore surprises along the way, if it can be helped."

Aeron takes his pack off and sets it on the ground. He then begins to gather up some of the grass, putting it in his mouth and chewing while he pulls off his leather armor. Sitting down on his pack, Aeron examines the damage to the armor. He then lifts up his tunic and sets it next to him, sitting shirtless and still chewing away. Pulling out his waterskin, he washes the wound on his side and dabs at it with his tunic. He then spits out the mass of congealed grass that he had been chewing on, and spreads it across the wound. He holds his hand against it for a few minutes until it seems to set, and then he slowly puts the tunic back on.

"I should be good to go in a bit. Just need to let this staunch the bleeding."

[Fra Lippo]

Sergor

"No need to rush - we don't want you painting the forest red, if we're going to find Gundren." Sergor carefully slides down into a sitting position over a rut, leaving his spear securely planted in the earth. "Do we need the goblin to track them down? I don't want to be its wet nurse when we search the woods for our friend. And I don't think it will kindly stay while we kill the rest of his pack." Though he is barely tired, Sergor pulls some rations from his pack and starts munching on them.

[Marcivo]

Kit snorted something derogatory in Infernal, and then slumped down into the dust where she sat.

She stayed that way, basking in annoyance and self-pity, until the party was finally ready to move on.

[Son_of_Meepo]

Liuailo Galanodel

"I didn't bring much more in the way of supplies than what was needed for this trip. What little extra I had I shared. Some of you may know how to get along out here and gather your food, but they only time I spend outside of civilization is to travel from one town to the next. What I'm trying to say is that I need to get to town and get more supplies before I'm ready to go wandering off into the wilderness after anyone."

[Meltheim]

Aeron

Aeron stretches a bit, feeling at his side. "Sergor, I think we are more than capable of hunting and foraging enough to keep you fed. I only go into town every few weeks as it is, and then only to sell pelts. We should be fine for a day or two. I will give you my own rations if it comes to it. Fair enough?

[Bounty Hunter]

The Sword Coast : The Triboar Trail - Day 3

In response to Liuailo's comments about Cragmaw the goblin prisoner shakes it's head back and forth. "No no no. Cragmaw not person. Cragmaw tribe. You see?" Spreading his lips to bare his teeth you can see that Splotch's teeth arent just in poor shape, but appear to have been filled down quite crudely most likely on rocks or weapons. The jagged and haphazardly jutting teeth are reminiscent of the craggy outcroppings of rocks found in the mountains that dot the Sword Coast. "Cragmaw strong and many. That's why we chosen to capture stupid dwarf."

[Meltheim]

Aeron

"Did you mean that the Cragmaw chose to capture Gundren, or that the Cragmaw were chosen to capture him?" Aeron asks, now suddenly much more interested. "Are the Cragmaw working for someone else?"

Aeron stands up, clearly eager to get moving. "Friends, this may not have been a random ambush or kidnapping."

[Bounty Hunter]

The Sword Coast : The Triboar Trail - Day 3


"Cragmaw chosen. Not just bandits now, we mercenary. Boss say we paid good money too." Splotch bursts out, quite obviously eager to brag about the might of his clan but then seems to realize that he's letting on to quite a bit of information. The goblin appears to mull things over for half a moment before making his next comment. "Don't know why... but I tell you who. Tell you who pay for dwarf man and you let Splotch go? Yes Yes Yes." He nods along to his string of yesses with increasing excitement that he may have a way out of this situation that doesn't involve a battleaxe or copious amounts of acid.

Without too much trouble you are able to lead the oxen and wagon from the Triboar Trail and navigate it through the trees to a point that a small ridge and thick forest blocks all view from the trail. Enough distance has been covered that you're pretty confident that not even the goblins, if there are more in the area, would accidently stumble upon it. Aeron and anyone who helps him are able to effectively hide the tracks of the wagon leading from the road to its hiding spot. You may choose to put some sort of marker near the road or in the trees that would signify the location to you. Of course there are also two dead horses that might serve that exact purpose.

The group makes a small, temporary, camp at the head of the goblin trail and rests up while continuing to pry information from their prisoner. Several of you begin to munch on your trail rations knowing full well what sort of events the rest of your day may end up thrusting upon you. Slowly, the sounds of the forest begin to pick back up around you; at first a lone bird began its calls but soon several others have joined in the chorus. The drone of insects flitting through the woods begins to softly rise and even a few butterflies casually find their way through the trees around you. One, sporting blue wings rimed in black with tiny white spots, flutters near Kit before finally coming to rest on one of her horns.

[CockroachTeaParty]

During the brief rest, Keys pages through his spell book, refreshing his mind on the intricacies of the various spells he has learned over the years. By the time everyone is ready to proceed, he is practically bouncing with excitement.

[Recalcitrent]

Torinn

Torinn finds a comfortable patch of grass, not wanting to unpack his bedroll, and lays down to take a short nap, not hungry yet and not hurt from the fight. He crosses his arms under his head as a makeshift pillow, and is quickly snoring lightly.

[Fra Lippo]

Sergor

Once the wagon is moved and the party settled down, Sergor returns to browsing his rations. In between chewing, he breaks into gentle, melodic whistling. If you are familiar with country dancing from the east, you might recognise some of the tunes. The Gypsy Queen, Sir John and the Fair Lady Rosaline, or Maid Belle and the White Bull - a rendition he never performed back home for fear of his mother hearing it.

[Meltheim]

Aeron

The ranger pulls out his pan flute and plays along a little to Sergor's whistling, all the while thinking on Splotch's offer.

[Bounty Hunter]

The Sword Coast : The Goblin Trail - Day 3 : 1800



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The group of adventurers enjoys a quick rest in the shade of the trees along the Triboar Trail letting the soreness of the road and of the goblin ambush wear off. Torinn manages to get a quick nap in, even while Sergor whistles and Aeron casually plays on his flute. Rather than make a full camp and spend the time cooking a full meal the group opts to nibble at their rations and a few non-poisonous berries can be found near where they hid the cart. Food is laid out for the pair of oxen who carry on as if they group hadn't just been ambushed, or was about to assault a goblin lair. Ignorance truly is bliss.

During this time some of you continue to try and pry information from your captive goblin. Liuailo and Aeron employ their best use of diplomacy, both in Common and in Goblin trying to slowly reassure Splotch that it's in his best interest to aid them. Should the goblin ever need a bit more reassuring, they remind him that Torinn could always be roused to come chat as well but that he 'doesnt enjoy being woken up early...not one bit'. A simple threat, but effective. Finally, hesitantly, he agrees to provide you with the information you're after, likely hoping that you'll take pity and release him at some point in repayment. Splotch relays to the group that his boss received a message from the leader of the Cragmaw Clan ordering them to set up ambushes along the road and to capture the dwarf Gundren Rockseeker. Apparently the dwarf and all of his belongings were to be delivered to the king himself who makes his home in an abandoned ruin of a castle somewhere in the southern tip of the Neverwinter Wood Someone going by the name of The Black Spider is paying handsomely for the dwarf and his map.

The group begins to pack up their gear and make ready to follow the goblin trail back to the hideout from which the ambushers have been planning their attacks. Splotch continues to try and dissuade you from venturing into the caves, especially with him in town, and pleads for his freedom. Despite this, you know that your friend is in dire need of your help and set out to rescue him. As you make your way along the trail you can clearly see the evidence of numerous goblin tracks back and forth along with the marks where two humanoid creatures were dragged for a while before apparently being picked up and carried. A mere ten minutes into your journey along the trail and Liuailo's keen even eyes spot a trap awaiting anyone who would dare venture towards the goblins hideout. A simple snare lies in wait ready to spring on anyone with poor situational awareness, likely leaving them suspended above the ground several feet. Your prisoner has nothing to say on the matter. As you continue further down the trail you cautiously keep an eye out for more traps and this time Aeron notices the leaves along the trail have been purposes placed and that the tracks go around them. Throwing back the false cover reveals a crudely dug pitfall trap roughly eight feet deep.

Finally, after near four hours of marching northwest along the twisting goblin trail you reach your destination. Ahead of you lies a small clearing in the trees before a large rocky hill at the base of which is a small natural cave from which a brook flows. The water babbles along the rocky outcroppings and skirts the edge of the clearing before disappearing into the forest. The cave is dark and no sources of light can be seen inside from the distance but all the same Splotch pleads for his freedom. "Please!" he whispers "I already tell you everything. King want dwarf man cause Black Spider pay much. If others see Splotch with you they try and kill him too. Please!"

[Recalcitrent]

Torinn

Torinn quietly drops to one knee, to stare the goblin in the eyes, still taller than the diminutive creature, his voice a quiet growl. "Tell me, goblin, what have you ever done in your life, that would make you worth saving? Why shouldn't we end you, or have your 'friends' in the cave kill you? What makes you so special that you deserve to live?!"

[Son_of_Meepo]

Liuailo Galanodel

Liuailo circled around and joined Torinn in the interrogation of the goblin.

"How about that time he warned us about the snare trap? Nope. I found that one. Maybe it was the pitfall... No again, that was Aeron. I would have been happy to lead Splotch into town as I'm sure there is a reward to be had for turning in a bandit, even a small pathetic one like him."

The narrow blade of Liuailo's rapier rings as it is drawn from its sheath.

"No money, no information, I had hoped you would have been an asset to us, but I can't see you as being anything but a liability from this point onward."

Liuailo presses the tip of his rapier against the goblin's back, the blade hovering near major organs like the lungs and heart, ready to deliver a fatal thrust.

[Marcivo]

Just then, something cold, hard and unmoving jabbed the back of Liuailo's head.

It was Kit's casting rod. She stood behind him suddenly, teeth bared in silent snarl of defiance. Again, her hair had darkened considerably. It moved as if caught in an underwater current, although no breeze stirred beneath the canopy of trees.

"If you even touch him," she whispered, "you're going to have to deal with me."

[Recalcitrent]

Torinn

Torinn stands with a snarl, drawing his greataxe and baring his fangs. "Tiefling, I'm going to give you one chance to back away. Then, if you refuse, I'm going to cut you down for collaborating with these goblins." Torinn's voice creeps out in a quiet hiss.

[Son_of_Meepo]

Liuailo Galanodel

Liuailo reaches back and gracefully tips the rod enough to move his head.

"What would you do with him? Let him run away and tell the rest of his tribe we are coming? Wait for him to ambush us in our sleep? How about this I just give him back his bow and let us shoot us first. Admit it. At this point keeping him alive is more of a danger to us, you just don't want to have to say you were wrong. You certainly had no objection to me killing the other goblin while it slept."

Liuailo moves his rapier and sheaths it.

"In fact, you are so wrong that I can put my blade away and yet when all is done, the goblin will still die."

[Marcivo]

"We talked about this, though," Kit pleaded, taking an uncertain step backward. "If he was going to call an alarm, he could have done that already. He's not trying to kill us. We should just let him go, or take him with us. If your problem is that he hasn't been useful to us yet, then give him a chance to be useful."

[Recalcitrent]

Torinn

"Kit, the only questions you need to ask, are 'Is the world a better place if it lives?' 'Who will, or could, get hurt if I don't kill it?'" Torinn says, surprisingly gentle in his tone, considering he was just threatening her a moment ago. "It is...admirable that you are so forgiving. Honestly. But this thing," Torinn says, his tone harshening as he points to the pitiful goblin, "Wouldn't spare a second thought as it cuts the throat of a young child." An observant eye can see moisture beading around the dragonborn's eyes.

[CockroachTeaParty]

Keys nervously shuffles his feet near the rear of the party. This confrontation had been itching away at the back of his mind during the whole trip, and now it had resurfaced, just as he feared.

"There is scant little mercy in this world," the gnome said softly, but loud enough so that all could hear him. "I'd like to believe that showing mercy, even to one such as Splotch, is enough to tip the cosmic balance a little closer to kindness, goodness, and peace. To kill in self-defense is one thing, but to execute a prisoner at our mercy strikes me as needlessly cruel. Set Splotch free, I say. Let the winds of fate take him where they will. We needn't soil our hands with what some would see as murder."

[Meltheim]

Aeron

While the party is busy debating what to do, Aeron draws his shortsword and cuts the ropes free on the goblin. In goblin, Aeron says, "Splotch. I don't ever want to see you again. If I see you again, I will kill you. Now run, before I change my mind."

Looking at Torinn and Liuallo, Aeron says, "He's defenseless and alone. If he can survive out there with no clan, then he deserves to live. If you want to kill goblins, then I'm sure there's a cave full of them right ahead. Now I suggest we figure out what we're doing to get Gundren before we're overheard squabbling."

[Marcivo]

Torinn

"Kit, the only questions you need to ask, are 'Is the world a better place if it lives?' 'Who will, or could, get hurt if I don't kill it?'" Torinn says, surprisingly gentle in his tone, considering he was just threatening her a moment ago. "It is...admirable that you are so forgiving. Honestly. But this thing," Torinn says, his tone harshening as he points to the pitiful goblin, "Wouldn't spare a second thought as it cuts the throat of a young child." An observant eye can see moisture beading around the dragonborn's eyes.

Kit lowered her rod even further, head bowed and shoulders tense. She didn't look up at Torrin, but stood where she was, staring at the ground like a child being scolded by its parents.

At the dragonborn's gentle urging, she clutched the rod to her chest in both of her shaking hands.

"I don't know," she protested. There were tears forming in the corners of her eyes now. "I don't know. I don't know."


Keys nervously shuffles his feet near the rear of the party. This confrontation had been itching away at the back of his mind during the whole trip, and now it had resurfaced, just as he feared.

"There is scant little mercy in this world," the gnome said softly, but loud enough so that all could hear him. "I'd like to believe that showing mercy, even to one such as Splotch, is enough to tip the cosmic balance a little closer to kindness, goodness, and peace. To kill in self-defense is one thing, but to execute a prisoner at our mercy strikes me as needlessly cruel. Set Splotch free, I say. Let the winds of fate take him where they will. We needn't soil our hands with what some would see as murder."

"But what if he's right?" she croaked, uncertainty quavering in every word. "They were waiting back there. Waiting for someone to come along. Waiting for a long time." Kit took another step back, but didn't look up. She didn't dare look up.


Aeron

While the party is busy debating what to do, Aeron draws his shortsword and cuts the ropes free on the goblin. In goblin, Aeron says, "Splotch. I don't ever want to see you again. If I see you again, I will kill you. Now run, before I change my mind."

Looking at Torinn and Liuallo, Aeron says, "He's defenseless and alone. If he can survive out there with no clan, then he deserves to live. If you want to kill goblins, then I'm sure there's a cave full of them right ahead. Now I suggest we figure out what we're doing to get Gundren before we're overheard squabbling."

At least, not until Aeron finally cut Splotch free, but only then did she watch with a sour look on her face. The tiefling finally nodded her head, once, hoping against hope they wouldn't come to regret this later.

[Recalcitrent]

Torinn

When Aeron says that if Splotch can survive on his own, he deserves it, Torinn quietly says, "So did my wife and daughter."
With that, the black-dragonborn exhales sharply, spewing a torrent of caustic acid all over the now freed goblin.

Damage: [roll0]
Watch, I'm going to get snake-eyes :smalltongue:

[Fra Lippo]

Sergor

Sergor was content to let the others argue for a while, but as soon as Aeron cuts the goblin free he swears under his breath and rushes forward with his axe, attempting to behead it.

[Son_of_Meepo]

Liuailo Galanodel

As the goblin's head falls from its shoulders, a smug satisfaction crosses his face. He turns to share the moment with kit, repeating his words.

"...I can put my blade away and yet when all is done, the goblin will still die."

[Bounty Hunter]

Cragmaw Hideout : The Cave Mouth - Day 3 : 1810



Tensions rise as the six adventurers’ discuss what should be done with their goblin prison. Sergor, Torinn, and Liuailo think it best to dispose of the creature so that it cannot cause more harm. On the other hand Kit, Keys, and Aeron make the argument that killing an unarmed prisoner is not the route to take and that he could be released. Tempers begin to flare and emotions begin to bubble up until finally the ranger steps forward and undoes Splotch's bonds, freeing him. Without even a second thought the tiny goblin begins to scramble back down the goblin trail in the direction from which they had come.

Torinnis the first to act and chases after the creature a few steps before spewing forth a gout of green acid which catches the goblin from behind. Stumbling and scrambling, Splotch manages to avoid the primary spray but thick globs of the acid cling to his clothes and skin along one side and begin to sizzle and burn. Letting out a cry of pain he claws at the acid trying to remove what bits he can before further damage is done but just then the blade of Sergor's battleaxe puts an end to his worries. The cut is clean and effective, severing the creature’s spine at the base of the skull and sending its head tumbling in the dirt for several feet. The lifeless torso slumps to the ground and sizzles with the sound of the acid gnawing away at the leather armor.



Ahead, the mouth of the cave still stands silent and dark. The shallow stream bubbles from the cave mouth, which is screen by dense briar thickets. The narrow path leads up to the stream and then into the cave on the right had side of the brook. The group is still within the safety of the trees at the foot of the goblin trail, and before them the clearing spans the few hundred feet from the tree line to the cave entrance.

[Son_of_Meepo]

Liuailo Galanodel

"Who wants to scout ahead? I can see in the dark a fair bit and the sound of the water should muffle movement, though I'm sure the goblins can see in the dark as well."

[Meltheim]

Aeron

Glad that the nasty bit of business with Splotch is finished, Aeron draws his short swords and stands ready, just to the side of the cave entrance. "As good as my senses are out in the forest, I am at a loss in a dark cavern such as this. I will need light or a guide if I am to be of any help." Aeron pulls a torch and tinderbox from his pack, making it available in case it is needed.

"Perhaps, Liuailo, you could take the lead and we could follow behind with a lit torch?" Aeron offers.

[Son_of_Meepo]

Liuailo Galanodel

Liuilo didn't like the idea of being up front by himself. He'd definitely want another warm body up front for the goblins to attack.

"So let me get this straight. I go up ahead out of the light of your torch. So if something happens to me, then what? You'd be none the wiser about the danger up ahead. Probably best someone else who can see come with me."

[Fra Lippo]

Sergor

Sergor returns to the group, wiping clean his axe with some grass. "No need to argue about this - I've got plenty of experience in dungeons! Not that kind though, my friend", he says with a wagging finger for Liuailo. "I will go first and make sure there are no nasty traps waiting for us."

With a smile back on his face, Sergor places his axe on his belt and reaches into his pack for a torch. "Hmm, will someone hold this for me please?" he asks, holding out his spear.

[Meltheim]

Aeron

"I understand your trepidation. No, I wasn't envisioning you being on your own. Rather, I assumed your stealthiness and eyesight would enable you to scout ahead a little - see where the stream goes, if there was anything we should be wary of. I have to assume that this fortification is operating under normal circumstances, and not on alert. For all they know, their allies are still lying in wait to attack some travelers such as ourselves."

Aeron takes the spear from Sergor, sheathing one of his short swords to do so. "With your experience in dungeons, you are comfortable taking the lead? I will take position behind you, then. This cave appears wide enough for us to have room to maneuver, if need be."

[Recalcitrent]

Torinn

Torinn grunts that he'll follow after Aeron. "Unless," he says "Our other two companions wish to claim this spot?"

[Son_of_Meepo]

Liuailo Galanodel

With Sergor taking the lead, Liuailo was happy to follow. With a nod, he followed ahead, keeping to the brush line and out of sight of the cave entrance.

[Marcivo]

Kit flinched and turned away from the sudden beheading. That went about as well as she'd expected.

While the others had already started marching toward the cave's entrance, Kit stayed behind. She stood, mutely, in the clearing, staring at the ground until her legs stopped shaking. "I'll follow you," she mumbled, vaguely in Torinn's direction.

[Bounty Hunter]

Cragmaw Hideout : The Cave Mouth - Day 3 1815



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Encounter Two : Lazy Lookouts

Having planned out the strategy for entering the Crawgmaw Hideout the group of adventurers make themselves ready. Sergor takes his place at the front of the line and begins to head across the stream. Weapons are ready, torches are lit, and a marching order is decided. The gloom of the cave still lingers no light can be seen within its yawning maw as the fighter begins to wake through the stream cautiously expecting that guards would be seen in some cleverly cranny of the rocks at any moment. What he did not expect however was that as he climbed out of the stream onto the other bank he'd see east side of the stream flowing from the cave mouth, a small area in the briar thickets has been hollowed out to form a lookout post or blind. Wooden planks flatten out the briars and provide room for guards to lie hidden and watch the area-including a trio of goblins lurking there right now! Just as started as he is, the three creatures quickly grab for their bows and attack.

Initiative Order
- The Good Guys
- The Bad Guys

[Fra Lippo]

Sergor

Surprised once again by goblins, Sergor instinctively pushes onwards, going around the briar. And in the flickering darkness he clings to his shield even more so than usual, crouching as much as possible behind it.


Move towards square O6, avoiding briars. Take Dodge as combat action.

[Meltheim]

Aeron

Aeron aims his longbow and fires at the nearest goblin, though it is difficult to attack through the briars. "I'll get them from here if you three can engage in melee."

Action: Longbow vs Goblin 1

Attack: [roll0] vs AC (took -2 off my attack to account for the half-cover)
Hit: [roll1]

[CockroachTeaParty]

Keys

Seeing the lurking guardians by the entrance, Keys decides to repeat the same spell he had cast back on the road: a magical sleep-inducing enchantment. He tosses a handful of sand in the general direction of the goblins, and speaks his oddly-soothing words of power.


Keys will stay where he is and cast Sleep, putting to sleep [roll0] hp worth of creatures, centered around all three of the goblins in the briars. If any of them are still left standing, he will drop prone to defend against ranged attacks.

[Recalcitrent]

Torinn

The large dragonborn sprints towards the goblins' hiding spot, quickly circling around the briars, and stops in the middle of the goblins, his greataxe ready to cut them down.

Using the Dash action, moving to N5, then to P8.

[Bounty Hunter]

Cragmaw Hideout : The Cave Mouth - Day 3 1815

Combat - Round 1

Initiative Order:
- The Party ⇦
- The Goblins

Shield raised high, Sergor marches steadily towards the scampering goblins and takes a position of safety with his back to the rocky wall behind him. Aeron nocks an arrow and fires it towards the trio but it skitters off into the thick bushes ineffectively. A moment later Keys works his magic to blanket the entire area with another spell that saps away the energy of the three green creatures and they crumple, landing on the planks they'd used to hold down the briar thickets. Meanwhile, with battleaxe in hand, Torinnrushes towards the fight barely slowed by the knee-high water of the stream. As he comes around the edge of the patch of bushes he finds all three of his foes already incapacitated and takes the last few steps until he's at their center.

Kit and Liuailo may still act.

[Son_of_Meepo]

Liuailo Galanodel

Liuailo wasn't about to get into another long conversation about keeping goblin prisoners. He'd had enough of that.

The elf walked over to one of the goblins... and stabbed it through the heart.

Move: N7.
Action: Attack Bow Goblin 1
Attack: [roll0] or [roll1] (advantage)
Damage: [roll2] (critical) plus [roll3] sneak attack

[Marcivo]

Kit wiped her eyes and raised her rod. She didn't hesitate in unleashing another bolt of black lightning at the nearest goblin in range.

There would be time to cry later.

Kit also stays where she is, using her action to cast Edlritch Blast at Bow Goblin 3.

Attack: [roll0]
Damage: [roll1]

[Bounty Hunter]

Cragmaw Hideout : The Cave Mouth - Day 3 1815

Combat - Round 1

Initiative Order:
- The Party
- The Goblins ⇦

Had the goblins on guard duty been a bit more attentive they might have avoided the predicament they now find themselves in: No sooner than they had noticed the invaders the group had suddenly felt the effects of magic induced sleep take hold of them and cause the trio to collapse into a deep slumber. Now one of them lay dead at the hands of Liuailo and the dragonborn Torinn towered over the sleeping forms of the others, ready to strike.

End of Round One

It is now the Party's turn.

[Son_of_Meepo]

Liuailo Galanodel

Liuailo walks up to the next goblin, intent on executing it...

Like the other, it expires silently.

Move: N10.
Action: Attack Bow Goblin 3
Attack: [roll0] or [roll1] (advantage)
Damage: [roll2] (critical) plus [roll3] sneak attack

[Meltheim]

Aeron

Aeron lowers his bow, slinging it back over his shoulder. "You have that all well in hand I see?" he says, more aware now that other goblins could be lurking in earshot.

[Recalcitrent]

Torinn

With a grim expression, Torinn brings his axe down on the skull of the last goblin.


Attack: [roll0] Advantage: [roll1]
Damage: [roll2]
Critical: [roll3]

[Meltheim]

Aeron

"Well now it just feels like butchery." Aeron says, to himself and nobody else in particular. Moving deftly across the stream, Aeron peeks into the blackness that is the cave. He then picks up his errant arrow, then snags the remaining arrows from each of the goblins' quivers. He slips some into his pack and offers the others to the rogue.

"Once again, though they were slow on the draw, this appears to be another blind set up to ambush any who dare enter their hideout. I'd be willing to bet that Gundren and Sildar are captive inside." Aeron says, doing his best to rally himself and the others to enter the cave. "Should we try this again?"

[Bounty Hunter]

Cragmaw Hideout : The Cave Mouth - Day 3 1820


Encounter Two: Victory!

The group of adventurers make quick work of the lazy goblins who had been guarding the entrance of the Cragmaw Hideout. A well place sleep spell and they were completely incapacitated then it was only a matter of putting them down for good. The goblins carry the same sort of equipment as those they met on the road, crude bows and rough arrows, and are dressed in dirty leathers. Ahead of the group the mouth of the cave yawns open and still emits nothing but the noise of the stream. If there were more goblins inside the seem not to have noticed the guards being handled.


You Are No Longer In Initiative

[CockroachTeaParty]

Keys

Keys notes that the 'Sleep' spell is a lot more lethal than he originally thought it was when he first penned it into his spell book, particularly when well-armed allies were at hand. He did his best to ignore the gruesome aftermath as he approached the mouth of the cave.

"I'm still studying for my plate-mail and greataxe licenses, so I'll stick to the back if that suits everyone. I can provide magical illumination if need be!"

[Meltheim]

[B]Aeron[/B

Picking up a torch and drawing a short sword, Aeron says, "Considering that they like to ambush, perhaps we should stick together."

[Recalcitrent]

Torinn

After wiping his axe-head clean on one of the goblin's clothes, Torinn merely says, "Sticking together is wise. You have the torch, Aeron, you should lead. I will follow behind you."

[Son_of_Meepo]

Liuailo Galanodel

Liuailo gathers the arrows the goblins were using. He nods in agreement with the new plan, obviously relieved to not be in a forward position any longer. He sticks to the middle of the pack as they enter the cave.

[Meltheim]

Aeron

Nodding, Aeron waits until everyone is ready before crossing the threshold into the dark cavern. He does his best to stay out of the river, lest splashing footsteps draw the attention of anyone inside.

[Bounty Hunter]

Cragmaw Hideout : The Wolf Kennel - Day 3

As you enter the cavern's maw the afternoon light dances off the water and plays along the first few feet of stone but is soon replaced by the flickering orange light of Aeron's touch. The cavern follows the natural bend of the stream and slowly winds east, curving to your right, and after your first few steps inside you find a branching tunnel on your right that had been hidden from the curve and the gloom. Five uneven stone steps lead upwards into a small, dank chamber that opens to the east side of the main passage. The room narrows at the far end and becomes a steep fissure slopping upwards. The room reeks with the stench of animals and savage snarls accompanied by the sounds of rattling iron chains greats you in addition to the, now louder, sound of running water. Three wolves are chained here in some sort of make-shift kennel, two of them near the entrance closest to you. Each wolf's chain leads to an iron rod driven into the base of nearby stalagmites.

[Son_of_Meepo]

Liuailo Galanodel

Liuailo looked at the dogs. If it were all up to him, he'd just stay out of their reach and put a few arrows into them. He'd been chased by dogs enough in his life to develop a disliking of them.

Still he wondered if any of his companions would object.

"They seem vicious and probably not in great health. I think we' be doing them a favor by putting them down."

[Meltheim]

Aeron

"No doubt they have been mistreated. Creatures like this should be free to roam the wilds, and hunt prey at their leisure." Aeron sheathes a short sword and pulls some rations from his pack. "Normally they'd probably be eating goblins, and ridding the world of their foul presence." Aeron tosses some rations up where the wolves can eat. "If we leave them be, they'll probably leave us be. Keys, I've heard stories that your folk can sometimes communicate with wild creatures - any luck with these?"

[Bounty Hunter]

Cragmaw Hideout : The Wolf Kennel - Day 3

Aeron's takes a bit of the wrapped trail rations from his pack and tosses it between the snarling animals. The moment that food becomes a factor in the equation the wolves cease their snapping and snarling and focus on being the one to get the most food. The keep catious eyes on the travelers at the snaps as they snap and growl among themselves and fight over the scraps of food. The wolves are calmer now, that much is for sure, but they still watch the adventurers least one of them should stray to close.

[Marcivo]

Kit waited impatiently while her companions decided how to handle the wolves, shifting her weight from hip to hip. She'd taken special care to distance herself from that side of the chamber. In all her years on the streets, Kit hadn't exactly developed a companionship with canines, either.

A ragged notch in her tail would always remind her of that.

"I'd rather not kill them," she muttered. "But I'm not fond of dogs."

Kit paused to swallow.

"Dogs aren't fond of me, either."

[Bounty Hunter]

Cragmaw Hideout : The Wolf Kennel - Day 3

Aeron's offering of food, along with his experience with wild animals or this sort in the past, eventually allows him to calm the three creatures chained before you. They occasionally snap at each other out of habit but for now seem mostly curious as to whether the party might be considering giving up more food. They pace back and forth, dragging their chains along the rock and sand of the floor, and eventually one of them simply gets bored and sits down. You get the feeling that you'd be able to enter the room without being outright attacked like they would have originally.

Averting her eyes away from the wolves, Kit notices that at the edge of the torchlight along the main passage there appears to be another opening. This one is narrower than the doorway into the kennel and is in the opposite wall of the main shaft. You'd have to wade through the stream to access it but it seems big enough that even Torinn would fit. The main tunnel itself still curves around towards the right, carved out of the rock by the stream over countless years.

[Recalcitrent]

Torinn

"I too think we need not kill these poor creatures. Now that they're calm, we need to keep moving. No knowing when one of the cave's other residents might show up." Torinn says, glancing towards the main passage.

[CockroachTeaParty]

Keys

Keys furrows his brow at Aeron's question.
"I'm afraid these pups are a bit too large for me to chat with, although they seem to understand the universal language of food."
The gnome tosses one of his trail rations to the wolves, to further cement their temporary alliance.
"Perhaps we should move on, before they start wondering what gnome tastes like..."

[Fra Lippo]

Sergor

Sergor, following behind Aeron for the moment, sighs while the others feed the wolves. "A wolf is a wolf, even if you are fool enough to feed it. Besides, I did not think you three were so cruel" he adds thoughtfully, nodding at the chains. Yet Sergor does not see any urgency here, unlike the Spoltch problem, and with just a shrug he prepares to move forward. The guardsman retrieves his spear from Aeron, with his thanks, and fastens it to his back so that he can still carry a torch.

[Meltheim]

Aeron

The ranger nods at Torinn's suggestion and presses onward, sure that the wolves are no longer a threat.

Since I am also running this game, does someone else mind making the decisions about where to go next?

[Son_of_Meepo]

Liuailo Galanodel

"Hopefully those dogs don't come looking for us later with some goblins at the other end."

Proceeding up the passage, Liuailo notices the smaller tunnel off to the side.

"Hold up." the elf whispers. "That tunnel could be used to set up an ambush. It's be a sneaky way for some goblins to get behind us. I say we check it out first."

Nearing the new tunnel, Liuailo bends down to get a closer look for recent signs of passage.

Perception: [roll0]

[Marcivo]

"Do you see anything?" Kit asked, prompted by the elf's search. She squinted her eyes. Perhaps there was something important down the narrow passage, but she was still wary of traps and tracks.

Perception: [roll0]

[Recalcitrent]

Torinn

Torinn strides forward to stand with Liuailo, having had enough of the wolves, and peers down the two tunnels. "I agree, I think we should look down this smaller path first."



Perception: [roll0]

[Meltheim]

Aeron

"Sounds good to me" Aeron replies, happy to no longer be blazing the trail into the unknown darkness. Torch or not, Aeron was far more comfortable in the open outdoors than inside a cave.

Perception: [roll0]

[Fra Lippo]

Sergor

Ready to continue, Sergor joins the others at the fork. "This way? Sounds good to me" he says to Liuailo, and saunters down the narrower path. Holding his torch high, Sergor puts his experience accompanying treasure hunters to use by scanning the way for traps.

[Bounty Hunter]

Cragmaw Hideout : The Main Tunnel - Day 3

The main passage from the cave mouth climbs steeply upward, the stream plunging and splashing down its west side. In the shadows, a side passage leads west across the other side of the stream, choked with rubble the path is made up of two steep escarpments with a small ledge between them. The first ramp of rubble ends roughly ten feet above 'ground floor' and the second ramp ends roughly ten feet above that. Aeron's torchlight dances along the walls and in the shadows of the ceiling to the north, you can just make out the dim shape of a rickety bridge of wood and rope crossing over the passage ahead of you. Another passage intersects this one, twenty feet above the floor.

As you scan the main tunnel ahead and look up at the rickety wooden bridge you catch the sight of something moving along it from the west towards the east. From this distance and angle its hard to make out, but considering that this is supposedly a cave full of goblins you mind comes up with a few obvious first guesses.

[Bounty Hunter]

Cragmaw Hideout : The Western Tunnel - Day 3

Sergor carefully makes his way up the pile of rubble and to the small bit of ledge at the top. Ahead he can see a second escarpment and at the edges of the light what looks like a hallway on the second floor of the cavern. As he puts his full weight on the ledge though he feels it start to give way beneath his feet. Several stones shift and begin to tumble down towards the stream below. Then, theres a loud cracking sound and the entire ledge begins to move out from under him.

Sergor, Make A DEX Save

[Bounty Hunter]

Cragmaw Hideout : The Steep Passage - Day 3

They party had come to a fork in the tunnels, before them the main tunnel rose steeply and curved around toward the east following the path of the stream, while a smaller tunnel jutted off to the left full of steep ramps of rubble. Above them, some twenty feet in the air, hang a rickety wooden bridge which appeared to connect two tunnels on a level higher than this one. Climbing the walls seemed difficult but not impossible, they could also follow the steps along the worn path parrallel to the stream through the main tunnel, but Sergor had chosen to investigate the western tunnel. As soon as his full weight was on the ledge above it gave way beneath his feet setting him tumbling down in an avalanche of rock. As the dust and noise settles he finds himself prone in the waters of the stream at Liuailo's feet. Several nicks and scrapes dot his skin and sting as the cold water washes over him. The noise of the stream was quite loud in the cave but the falling rocks may have yet been louder.

Sergor takes 7 damage and is now prone.

[Marcivo]

Kit rolled her eyes and scoffed at Sergor's prone form. Whether the unfortunate human had broken any bones or not, the tiefling splashed right past him, flicking her tail as she passed. She began picking her way delicately across the rubble-strewn stream.

"Somebody give me a boost."

[Meltheim]

Aeron

Aeron does what he can, with help from the others, to get Sergor unburied. He then laces his fingertips together to make a foothold for Kit, to help boost her up into position.

[Bounty Hunter]

Cragmaw Hideout : The Steep Passage - Day 3 1815



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Encounter Three : A Bridge Over Troubled Water

Barely a few dozen feet inside the Crawgmaw Hideout the group of adventurers find their fighter, Sergor, at the bottom of a small avalanche of rock. The sudden collapse of the ledge he'd climbed to had sent him tumbling down into the stream below as small stones rained down alongside him.Liuailo had just caught a glimpse of shadows moving on the bridge above, or at least he was pretty sure, but the commotion in the western tunnel had pulled his attention away at just the wrong time. When the rogue turns back to the bridge he sees the shadowy figure has already pulled out a javelin and prepared to throw it. No one else in the group seems to have bothered to look up and go about helping or ignoring the fallen fighter.

Initiative Order
- The Goblin
- The Party

[Bounty Hunter]

Cragmaw Hideout : The Steep Passage - Day 3

Combat - Round 1

Initiative Order:
- The Goblin ⇦
- The Party


As Aeron scrambles to help Sergor and Kit nonchalantly makes her way to the western passage to try her luck suddenly a javelin hisses from the darkness and buries itself into Torin's shoulder. When the group looks up they see a goblin perched on the bridge above who grins before scampering into the western tunnel.

Goblin Guard
Attack : Javelin attack on Torinn

Attack : [roll0] vs AC
Hit : 5 damage

Move : O5 -> N4 -> M3 -> Out of Sight

Goblin hits Torinn : 5 Damage

It is now The Party's turn.

[Marcivo]

"Oh, come on," Kit grumbled, after the goblin took a pot-shot at Torinn. She drew her rod, iron shaft burning orange in the darkness, and stepped lightly into the passage. There she waited, anticipating that the goblin would emerge again.

She'd blast it off the platform before it could strike a second time.

Kit moves to M6 and readies an action to cast Eldritch Blast at the goblin javelinier.

Preemptive attack roll: [roll0]
Preemptive damage roll: [roll1]

[CockroachTeaParty]

Keys

Keys moves up behind Kit, keeping an eye out for any more goblins; he knew his height and strength were too small to assist in any rescue operations.


Keys will move to the square south of Kit and ready an action to cast fire bolt at the first goblin that he might see.
Attack: [roll0]
Fire damage: [roll1]

[Meltheim]

Aeron

Tossing his torch a few feet in front of him, away from the stream, Aeron draws his bow. He scans the area, ready to fire at any threats that appear on the bridge.


Action: ready action
Trigger: enemy comes within range
Reaction: attack w bow (+5 to hit)

[Son_of_Meepo]

Liuailo Galanodel

Liuailo decides to take cover under the bridge and readies a shot with his bow against any creature that might come down the main tunnel.

Move: O5.
Action: Ready Shortbow Attack
Attack: [roll0] or [roll1] (advantage/disadvantage)
Damage: [roll2]

[Recalcitrent]

Torinn

With a snarl, Torinn pulls the goblin javelin out of his shoulder, tossing it on the ground, before moving forward, drawing his own javelin, ready to sling at the next goblinoid face he sees.

I feel like a copy-cat :smalltongue:
Move to N6
Ready Javelin
Preemptive Attack Roll: [roll0]
Preemptive Disadvantage/Advantage Roll: [roll1]
Preemptive Damage Roll: [roll2]

[Meltheim]

Sergor

Picking himself up out of the rubble, Sergor grabs his shield and spear and makes his way forward preparing to attack any foes who come within range.

Move: Stand + Walk to M7
Action: Ready attack on trigger

Trigger: Enemy comes within range

[Bounty Hunter]

Cragmaw Hideout : The Steep Passage - Day 3

Combat - Round 1

Initiative Order:
- The Goblin
- The Party ⇦


The goblin steps back out onto the wooden bridge with another javelin in hand, ready to fire it down from his clearly superior fighting position, when suddenly a fleet of projectiles is unleashed and hurtles towards him. So much happened at once that its hard to tell exactly what blow came from where but the goblin soon finds himself battered, singed, and full of arrows. Stumbling for a brief second the goblin collapses and tumbles forward off the bridge and slams into the rocks and stream below, its javelin clattering uselessly on the rocks beside it.


Kit, Aeron, Liuailo, Sergor hit the Goblin.

Goblin is defeated.

End of Round One

It is now The Party's turn.

[Recalcitrent]

Torinn

Torinn walks forward to grab his javelin off of the floor where it landed after he missed.

Move to *square where his javelin fell* unless it somehow landed on the upper level.

[Bounty Hunter]

Cragmaw Hideout : The Steep Passage - Day 3

Combat - Round 2

Initiative Order:
- The Goblin
- The Party ⇦


Torinn successfully retrieves his javelin. The goblin's javelin lies nearby as well, ripe for the taking, should the dragonborn have use for another.

[Meltheim]

Aeron

Arrow knocked and ready, the ranger picks up the torch in his right hand and moves north, under the bridge, following the path around to the east.

Action: Ready an Attack with my longbow

Trigger: I see an enemy I can attack

Move: Walk to O4

[Bounty Hunter]

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Cragmaw Hideout : The Steep Passage - Day 3

Combat - Round 2

Initiative Order:
- The Goblin
- The Party ⇦


Aeron readies his bow and creeps past Liuailo beneath the bridge and then slowly makes his way around the corner. As soon as he rounds the bend he sees two more goblins twenty something feet away. One of them is holding a bow and arrow ready to attack while the other is bent over and yanking at some sort of wooden beam. Its hard to see past the pair of goblins especially as one of them begins to fire an arrow straight at him, but ahead it looks like the stream has been dammed up by a wall of rocks which are held in place by rickety wooden beams propped against the stones of the cave.

Goblin Bowman
Action : Attack Aeron with bow

Attack 14 vs AC
Damage : 5

Goblin Archer takes readied action.

Goblin Archer hits Aeron : 5 Damage

Aeron may roll for his readied action and it is still the party's turn.

[Son_of_Meepo]

Liuailo Galanodel

Hearing the launch of the arrow followed by Aeron's grunt, Liauilo steps out into the passage, still remaining under the cover of the bridge. He returns fire at the goblin archer.

Move: N4.
Action: Shortbow Attack vs Bow Goblin
Attack: [roll0]
Damage: [roll1]

[Bounty Hunter]

Cragmaw Hideout : The Steep Passage - Day 3

Combat - Round 2

Initiative Order:
- The Goblin
- The Party ⇦


Aeron steps around the corner and is instantly surprised by the jolt of pain as an arrow plummets into him causing his own shot to go wide and clatter against the far wall of the cave. Liuailo quickly steps forward and to the side and launches an arrow of his own which catches the goblin squarely in the chest and fells it.

Aeron misses Goblin Bowman : 0 Damage

Liuailo hits Goblin Bowman : 7 Damage

Goblin Bowman is defeated.

[Recalcitrent]

Torinn

Seeing Aeron take an arrow, Torinn steps forward, javelin still in hand, and hurls it at the goblin pulling at the wooden beam, surprisingly silent for once.

Move: Move to O3.
Attack: [roll0]
Damage: [roll1]

[CockroachTeaParty]

Keys rounds the corner, intent on unleashing some fiery retaliation, when he sees the goblin yanking at the plank... and the apparent dam it is trying to destroy in the process. His feelings of bravery are quickly replaced with a twinge of panic, and the gnome turns on his heels and starts hustling back the way he came.
"I think we should get away from the stream!" he shouts to his companions.


Keys spends his turn moving once again. He's running back the way we came at this point.

[Marcivo]

"What? Why?!" Kit hollered. She decided that taking the gnome's word for it and hauling tail in the opposite direction was probably the best course of action - he was, after all, a wizard, and wizards were either imminently trustworthy or intractable liars. Fortunately for them, Kit was still on good terms with the gnome.

Kit ends her movement on L11. Next round, she'll dash toward the entrance if Keys gives her a good reason to go that far.

[Bounty Hunter]

Cragmaw Hideout : The Steep Passage - Day 3

Combat - Round 3

Initiative Order:
- The Goblin ⇦
- The Party


With a wide wicked grin on its face, the small goblin finally pulls the support beam free and rocks begin to tumble out of place on the crudely constructed wall. Scampering quickly out of the way of the on coming danger, the goblin rushes up the pair of small flight of stairs leading to the south. A few more rocks being to slide out of place in the damn and then suddenly the passage is filled with a might roars as a huge surge of water breaks free and rushes down the tunnel.

Any member of the group within ten feet of one of the side passages is within range to try and jump out of the way of the oncoming wall of water. Everyone else must attempt to hold fast on the slippery cave walls or risk being washed down the steep tunnel back from wence they came.

Keys and Kit : Make a DEX save or a STR save.

Aeron, Torinn, and Liuailo : Make a STR save.

[Son_of_Meepo]

Liuailo Galanodel

Liuaulo was already against the wall. He braced himself and let the water run over him, using the shape of the cavern to his advantage.

Strength: [roll0]

[Meltheim]

Aeron

As the water rushes toward him, Aeron plants his bow into the ground and tries to hold on tightly. Unfortunately, the water is too strong and he is knocked off of his feet.

[roll0]

[Marcivo]

Kit sprang for the open chamber to the east, but tried her best not to land somewhere among the wolves. She situation was already bad enough.

Dex save: [roll0]

[CockroachTeaParty]

Just before the water crashed down, Keys found himself laughing, partly out of panicked hysteria, and partly from the absurdity of the entire situation. He leaped with all his might, trying to avoid an early end to his story.


Dex save: [roll0]

[Recalcitrent]

Torinn

The large dragonborn braces himself for the oncoming wave of water, cursing the goblins for this trap. However, Torinn is unable to keep his footing against the roaring, rushing wave, and is swept away.

[roll0]

[Bounty Hunter]

Cragmaw Hideout : The Cave Mouth - Day 3


Encounter Three: Victory! (Ish)

The wall of water cascades through the cave and plummets down towards the group. Torinn and Aeron are at the front and are thus hit first. They are unable to keep their footing on the slippery rocks against the powerful water and quickly find themselves being washed down the passage. Liuailo thinks quickly and grabs a secure grip in the rock wall beside him and begins to scamper up. Just as he gets a few feet up the wall the shape of his dragonborn ally rushes by beneath his feet.

Keys and Kit had already been scrambling to escape the trap and were running back towards the mouth of the cave. Keys spots the western passage and quickly scrambles up the pile of rubble which seems to hold fast. He braces for the inevitable avalanche should the force of the water cause another collapse but surprisingly the rocks seem to withstand the torrent. In the split second that Kit weighs the option of escaping the cave entirely or trying to take shelter near, but not in reach of, the wolves the wave catches up to her. She soon finds herself in the tangled mess of of wet, bruised, and angry adventurers laying along the banks of the stream at the cave's mouth.

As the trio beings to pick themselves up and collect their scattered belongings they notice someone approaching across the clearing. A young female human in a suit of chain mail and brandishing a polished steel shield approaches.


You Are No Longer In Initiative

Kit takes 2 damage. Torinn takes 6 damage. Aeron takes 1 damage.

Arha replaces Sergor and is now in the group.

[Recalcitrent]

Torinn

As Torinn stands up, he spits out a fang, presumably from hitting his head against the stone interior of the cave. With a groan, Torinn leans heavily on his greataxe for support, the injuries from the rushing water, coupled with the javelin hit from before, adding up quite effectively. "I...hate...goblins.." he grinds out from his clenched teeth.

[Meltheim]

Aeron

Rolling to the side to get out of the stream, Aeron pauses for a moment and runs through a mental checklist. Ankles, knees, legs, hips, ribs, chest, arms, neck, head ... ok, nothing broken before sitting up and doing his best to stand gracefully. Hearing his colleague's comment on goblins, Aeron chuckles roughly, "I couldn't agree more. They sent the whole river at us! At least they probably can't do that again." Looking around for the others, Aeron frowns, "Kit, you ok? Have you seen the others?"

A glare catches Aeron's eye and he turns to look, hoping it is another of his allies. Drawing his short sword against this unknown person, Aeron demands, "Who are you, and what is your business here?"

[Son_of_Meepo]

Liuailo Galanodel

Liuailo wandered out of the cave. He was a bit... damp, but unharmed. He's wanted to go to town to wash the stink of the road off him, so this suited him just fine. He wandered out of the cave to see most of the others had been washed out with the river.

"Looks like what the cat dragged in got washed out by the tide. I suppose if it's all right with you, we'll just sit here and rest while that goblin that got away tells all his friends about us."

[RoaringMouse]

Arha

As Arha approaches the opening of a cave she see people staggering out of the cave, they are drenched and injured. She cautiously walks toward the cave when she sees a human brandishing a short sword call out to her. "Hello there... I am Arha. You and your companions look like you could use some help."

[Meltheim]

Aeron

Shoulders sagging with exhaustion, Aeron sheathes his sword. "Well, you aren't wrong." he says, in response to the newcomer's assessment.

Looking back towards the elf, Aeron smiles, "A rest, even a small one, might be good. They may even think that we are finished after that last attack - it seemed like it was something they were prepared to use." Aeron looks around more, his hand outstretched toward the one calling herself Arha, indicating a "hold on" gesture. "Liuailo, did you see Keys on your way out?"

[Marcivo]

"Do you have a towel? I could really use a towel right now."

Despite having just survived a vicious surge of water, the tiefling didn't look much worse for wear. She had a few scrapes and bruises, and her clothes were soaking wet. She gave Aeron an affirmative smirk and stood out in the open, wringing water from her hair.

"Don't worry about Keys," she added. "I'm sure he'll turn up. Gnomes are, like, impossible to get rid of."

[Recalcitrent]

Torinn

"A towel is probably...the least of our concerns, Kit. Torinn says, grimacing in pain. "I too would like a short breather...at the very least to bandage this up..." He says, gesturing at the still bleeding hole in his shoulder from the goblin javelin, then closes his eyes, saying, "And maybe to make the world stop spinning so much." The large dragonborn then slowly sinks to a sitting position. He seems to have missed Arha somehow, possibly being too preoccupied with his own injuries.

[CockroachTeaParty]

Miraculously unharmed, Keys follows the sound of his companions' voices and makes his way back to them, no worse for the wear.

"Hello, everyone!" he says cheerily, "I hope you are all in one piece. These goblins certainly have cunning!"

[RoaringMouse]

Arha

Arha walks closer to the group when the human lowers his short sword. She sees that he and a barbarian are badly injured. She puts her hand on his arm saying, Human, may your wounds heal with my help. Arha then walks over to the barbarian and puts her hand lightly on his shoulder. Barbarian, I hope this helps to make the world stop spinning.


Cast Cure Wounds on Aeron: [roll0]

Cast Cure Wounds on Torinn: [roll1]


Cure Wounds
Casting Time: 1 action
Range: Touch
Components: V, S
Duration: Instantaneous

A creature you touch regains a number of hit points equal to 1d8 + your spell casting ability modifier. This spell has no effect on undead or constructs.

[Meltheim]

Aeron

Aeron's eyes close as he is enveloped in holy light. His eyelids flutter open as he says to Arha, "I . . . I didn't know how bad off I was. I've been healed by the druids before, but that usually takes longer and tastes fouler. Thank you, so much, for the gift of life. I will make sure it is not wasted."

Aeron restrings his bow and nocks another arrow. Looking to make sure that the others are ready, he sees a battered bit of armor and a broken spear come floating down the river. Solemnly, Aeron says, "Oh, Sergor. Between the rockslide and the flood, I guess he never made it." A little more steel enters his voice, and Aeron adds, "Well then, we'll just have to make sure to bag a few extra goblins in his name. You all ready?"

I'm at full health, by whatever spell healed me :smallbiggrin:

[Marcivo]

Torinn

"A towel is probably...the least of our concerns, Kit. Torinn says, grimacing in pain. "I too would like a short breather...at the very least to bandage this up..." He says, gesturing at the still bleeding hole in his shoulder from the goblin javelin, then closes his eyes, saying, "And maybe to make the world stop spinning so much." The large dragonborn then slowly sinks to a sitting position. He seems to have missed Arha somehow, possibly being too preoccupied with his own injuries.

"The least of your concerns, maybe. I'm soaking wet."

Pointedly, the tiefling unhitched her cape and let it fall to the ground with a solid plop. She picked it up again and began to wring the water out, inch by grueling inch.

"I guess that makes us square," she added, on Sergor's apparent demise.

[Recalcitrent]

Torinn

Torinn sighs in relief as his wounds knit rapidly, leaving only the slightest of marks behind. The black dragonborn opens his eyes and nods to the healer. "Yes, that has stopped the world's spinning. Thank you." With renewed energy, Torinn swiftly stands up, and looks at the rest of the party. Noticing Sergor's remains, the dragonborn frowns, a strange sight, to say the least, and says "We still need to either rescue or avenge Gundren. Sergor's death doesn't change that...though we should proceed with more caution from here on out. Torinn steps over and picks up Sergor's helm, and places it in his pack. "His family and friends deserve to have closure." he says as he picks it up. "I cannot speak for the others, but I for one would greatly appreciate any further help you would be willing to offer, though what you have already given is more than we could ask for." Torinn says, speaking to Arha.

[Bounty Hunter]

Cragmaw Hideout : The Cave Mouth - Day 3

The cave mouth stand before you, as dark as ever and still filled with the sound of the bubbling stream, daring you to return.

[Marcivo]

Kit frowned, passing a look from person to person until her eyes finally settled on Arha - or, at least, that was the impression given by her inscrutable, dark gaze.

Finally, she threw up her hands in a gesture of mock confusion.

"I dunno. How do we know she's not one of those kinds of priests?"

Like dogs, priests were generally a barking torment to the young tiefling - one she'd learned to categorize in the same bin.

[Meltheim]

Aeron

"As opposed to one of those kinds of Goblins?" Aeron retorts. "Look, I am not one much for religion either. You give me a full moon and I will strip down and wear a holly crown with the rest of the Druids, but church is not my thing. That said, she has helped us, so let's see where this takes us."

[Marcivo]

"Well, by my count," she growled, "there's a lot more funny priests than goblins."

Kit grimaced, turning a stubborn little side-glance away from Arha. She felt cold suddenly, and tried crossing her arms and rubbing a little more circulation into them. It helped a bit. She still let out an involuntary shiver. It worked its way all the way down to the tip of her tail.

"Agreed, I guess. But no one's going to give me any sermons."

The tiefling looked back at Arha, finally, and gave a half-grimacing half-attempt at a smile. "I'm Kit," she said. The next words caught like acid in her throat. "Well met."

[CockroachTeaParty]

Keys strokes his chin thoughtfully at Kit's comment.
"Can't say I've met many funny priests. Indeed, many of them are singularly lacking in humor. Regardless of one's proclivity towards merriment, you may call me 'Keys' for short. Some extra assistance in this matter is most welcome. Speaking of which, the goblin camp is likely on full alert now. While it may be more dangerous, the life of our missing employer might be even more at risk."

[RoaringMouse]

Arha

Removing her hand from the dragonborn's shoulder Arha turns toward the gnome and nods a greeting. She then faces the tiefling and says I am a cleric of Selûne, the goddess of light and wanderers. I'm not much for jokes so I'm doubt you will find me very funny. I will not give you any sermons if you tell me what you and your companions are doing at this cave all bloodied and soaked.

[CockroachTeaParty]

"What are we doing at the mouth of a cave? Looking for a dwarf, of course! Not just any dwarf, but one who hired us to transport a wagon of supplies to Phandelin, which we promptly abandoned by the side of the road when he was captured by goblins. His captors live in this cave, which sports remarkably unsafe plumbing."

[Meltheim]

Aeron

Chuckling at Keys' bluntness, Aeron waves Arha over. "Guess we're heading back in. You are welcome to join us for this leg of it, and we'll see what happens after Gundren has been rescued."

With that, Aeron nods to Torinn, "Shall we?"

[RoaringMouse]

Arha

Well if you're all going back into the cave I should come with you. It looks like you could use my help. She smiles and draws her warhammer ready for whatever battle lies inside the cave.

[Son_of_Meepo]

Liuailo Galanodel

Liuailo was glad someone came along that could patch the others up. He wanted to get back to town as soon as possible, so the faster they were done with this bit of goblin business the better.

"You finally ready then? Sure you wouldn't rather start a fire and make yourself a nice hot cup of tea first?"

Liuailo continued to stand near the cave entrance waiting for someone else to go first.

[Meltheim]

Aeron

The ranger strides forward just behind Torinn, hoping that he will have time to get an accurate shot off with his bow before any further trouble happens.

[Recalcitrent]

Torinn

Torinn grunts slightly at Aeron's invitaton, and takes point, striding off, back into the cave, heading to the former dam that allowed one goblin to escape the party's grasp.

[Marcivo]

"What he said," Kit muttered, tilting her head toward the gnome. She'd all but given up on trying to dry the cape. It sat in a bundle, stuffed haphazardly into her sack.


Liuailo Galanodel

Liuailo was glad someone came along that could patch the others up. He wanted to get back to town as soon as possible, so the faster they were done with this bit of goblin business the better.

"You finally ready then? Sure you wouldn't rather start a fire and make yourself a nice hot cup of tea first?"

Liuailo continued to stand near the cave entrance waiting for someone else to go first.

"Tea would be great," she said as she fell in line behind Aeron. "Let's brew a big pot if we all survive."

[Bounty Hunter]

Cragmaw Hideout : The Step Passge - Day 3

Marching through the tunnel once again you begin to climb the steps in the step passage atop which the water trap had previously resided. A few lose stones still lie scattered about from the temporary damn wall but none of them impede your journey. You approach the steps through which the goblin had scampered off and at this point have a better vantage of the room itself. To your left is what remains of the large pool of water that had flooded the cave, beyond which is a second pool held in place by fieldstone damns. A narrow waterfall high in the eastern wall feeds the pools as the water flows from one to the other and then feeds the stream that flows through the cave mouth below. The sound of the waterfall fills this area making things harder to hear and spray dampens the gusts of air that waft over you. A pillar of rock and two large stalagmites block most of your view to the east but the room does appear to open up that way. Additionally a small passage in the western walls can be seen narrow enough for a single file line.

[RoaringMouse]

Arha

The tunnel was dark and it appeared Arha's new companions did not have any dry torches. Arha takes out her staff, she summons a bright white light to illuminate the end of the staff like a torch. That's better. Torinn take this to help light the way. She hands the staff to Torinn.



Light
Casting Time: 1 action
Range: Touch
Components: V, M (a firefly or phosphorescent moss)
Duration: (1 hour)

You touch one object that is no larger than 10 feet in any dimension. Until the spell ends, the object sheds bright light in a 20-foot radius and dim light for an additional 20 feet. The light can be colored as you like. Completely covering the object with something opaque blocks the light. The spell ends if you cast it again or dismiss it as an action.

[Recalcitrent]

Torinn

Torinn takes the staff in his hand, and continues forward into the room, glancing around as the staff lights up the dark room.

Move to S9

[Bounty Hunter]

Cragmaw Hideout : Twin Pools Cave - Day 3



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Encounter Four : I'll Be Dammed

Torinn cautiously approaches the intersection ahead while the group files in behind him in marching order. To the east the waterfall fills the entire room with it's roar making it difficult to listen for the goblin who had released the damn and flooded the cave. Between the rock wall and the stalagmites in the room the others can now begin seeing the second makeshift damn holding back another torrent of water. As the light from the staff begins to fill the room you catch sight of dark shapes moving in the shadows. Three goblins are at the far end of the room; two of them wielding short swords and the third begins to ready an arrow for it's shortbow.

Initiative Order
Initiative Order
-Bowman
-Torinn, Arha, Liuailo
-Swordsmen
-Keys, Kit, Aeron

[Bounty Hunter]

Cragmaw Hideout : Twin Pools Cave - Day 3

Combat - Round 1

Initiative Order:
-Bowman ⇦
-Torinn, Arha, Liuailo
-Swordsmen
-Keys, Kit, Aeron

The archer moves forward and fires an arrow at Torinn but it seems to have been in too much of a rush to escape and the arrow comes no where close to even striking the dragonborn. The creature yells something that cannot be heard over the din of the falls and rushes off to the south where it begins to head up another flight of stone steps.

Goblin Bowman
Move : U9 (10 feet of movement)
Attack : Shortbow attack on Torinn

Attack : [roll0] vs AC
Hit : 5 damage
Move : U13 (20 feet of movement)

Goblin Bowman critically misses Torinn : 0 Damage

It is now Group 1's turn.

[Recalcitrent]

Torinn

"It will take more than a mere river to wash away this dragon!" Torinn yells, and charges forward, dropping the staff on the ground, and, with an overhead swing, attacks the goblin in front of him, cleaving it in half, from crown to crotch.

Move to S8 then T8
Attack Roll: [roll0]
Damage Roll: [roll1]

[RoaringMouse]

Arha

Arha sees Torinn kill a goblin in one strike. She runs to the other goblin and swings at the goblin.


Move: O6 to S10
Attack: [roll0]
Damage: [roll1]

[Son_of_Meepo]

Liuailo Galanodel

Keeping behind the cover of the stalagmite, Liuailo takes a shot at the last goblin. Without a clear shot, the arrow goes wide.

Move: ending in P7
Action: Shortbow vs Goblin Bow 1
Attack: [roll0]
Damage: [roll1]

[Bounty Hunter]

Cragmaw Hideout : Twin Pools Cave - Day 3

Combat - Round 1

Initiative Order:
-Bowman
-Torinn, Arha, Liuailo ⇦
-Swordsmen
-Keys, Kit, Aeron


Torinn critically hits Goblin Swordsman 2 : 15 Damage

Arha critically hits Goblin Swordsman 1 : 9 Damage

Goblin Swordsman 1 & 2 are now dead.

It is now Group 2's turn.

[Meltheim]

Aeron

"Press them, do not let them regroup!" Aeron shouts as he strafes across the room.

Move: Walk to U9 (30 ft)

Action: Longbow vs Goblin Bowman 1

Attack: [roll0] vs AC
Hit: [roll1] damage

[CockroachTeaParty]

Keys dashes into the waterfall chamber; on one hand he was somewhat sad, as he wanted to examine the waterfall and take in its beauty, but there was danger at hand, and he had to focus his concentration elsewhere.

(Dashing to R-11)

[Marcivo]

Kit stayed close, rushing into the waterfall chamber in Keys' wake. She clutched the rod in her hand, seeking a better position to cast from.

Kit moves to R-10. I'm on my phone, so would someone mind moving Kit's token for me?

[Bounty Hunter]

Cragmaw Hideout : Twin Pools Cave - Day 3

Combat - Round 2

Initiative Order:
- Bowman ⇦
- Torinn, Arha, Liuailo
- Keys, Kit, Aeron

The bowman shouts something towards someone unseen and then turns its attention back to the group in the room with the waterfall. Nocking an arrow it fires a shot at Aeron but misses by quite some distance. Clutching for another arrow, the goblin runs out of sight to the west and disappears behind the rock wall.

Action : Aeron with Short Bow

Attack : [roll0]
Damage : 5
Move : Out of sight to the west.

Goblin Bowman 1 misses Aeron : 0 Damage

It is now Group 1's turn.

[Meltheim]

Aeron

Crouching low, Aeron stalks his prey. He slowly moves south, heading up the stairs. With his bow drawn he scours the area, looking for any hint of his enemies.

Move: Walk to U12 (15ft of 30ft available)

[Bounty Hunter]

Cragmaw Hideout : Klarg's Chamber - Day 3



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Encounter Five: These Puns Are Un-Bugbear-able

As Aeron enters the room he notices several things: sacks and crates of looted provisions are piled up in the south end of this large cave. To the west, the floor slopes toward a narrow opening that descends into darkness. In the middle of the cavern, the coals of a large fire smolder and trails of smoke wander towards the roof of the cave and hang there until slowly filtering out a crack somewhere above. All of these things however are the least of his worries though has he notices (as he had feared) that the goblin had ran to this room to call for it's allies. Two more goblins are to the rangers right, near the western edge of the room and a pair of large stalagmites, each of them drawing their short swords. To the left a large figure begins to rise from a makeshift throne of boxes.


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"Klarg will build a throne from your bones, puny ones!!" The creature roars as it raises to its full height and a wicked looking wolf joins by its side. It looks like a much bigger, much hairier, goblin and the ranger recognizes it to be a bugbear. It reaches for a massive morningstar and large shield while roaring in anger.


Initiative Order
- Goblin Bowman
- The Party
- Klarg the Bugbear
- Goblin Swordsmen

It is still the party's turn

[Meltheim]

Aeron

"We got a room full of goblins here!" the ranger shouts to his allies as he peeks around the corner. Taking aim, he shoots at the bowman and then backs out of view, not even checking whether his attack was accurate or not. "There's a few goblins and a bugbear and another wolf in there. Maybe we can draw them out?" he says to Torinn and the others.

Action: Longbow vs Goblin Bowman 1

Attack: [roll0] vs AC
Hit: [roll1] damage

Move: Walk to W11 (15 ft, finishing my move from earlier)

[RoaringMouse]

Arha

Arha hears Aeron shouting about more goblins. She runs up the stairs looks around the corner. She see the bugbear and casts a spell on it. She moves back hoping to draw the goblins out into the main room.


Move: S10 to U12 to U10
Spell: Scared Flame

Bugbear Saving Throw: [roll0]


Sacred Flame
Casting Time: 1 action
Range: 60 feet
Components: V, S
Duration: Instantaneous

Flame-like radiance descends on a creature that you can see within range. The target must succeed on a Dexterity saving throw or take 1d8 radiant damage. The target gains no benefit from cover for this saving throw.