Rescuing A Princess [IC]

[JNAProductions]

You are currently just outside King Ansolon Dellon's throne room. You all, being relatively well-known adventurers, were easily able to gain access, in order to make sure he knows his daughter will be made safe.

He is currently in a meeting with one of his nobles, though it's nearing its conclusion. For now, you might as well mingle with the others.

Also in the room with you is a servant-a young (wo)man who seems rather awed by your presence.

[roll0]
1-Woman
2-Man

[Illven]

Anders smiles at the servant woman shyly before turning to the other adventurers.

I believe this is the part where we introduce ourselves and say what we can do. Anders says a sleeved hand from the small brown haired man moving to indicate himself.

I am Anders, and I am a wizard devoted to Illia. He said serenely, his head bowing slightly. In exchange she grants me powers of healing not available to normal wizards.

[WhismurWanders]

The short halfling was forced to tilt his head back slightly as he looked up. His rough hands fiddled with the buttons on the front of the shirt he had particularly pulled from its place amongst his belongings specifically for today. Despite his own opinions on the subject, people were usually expected to be fully clothed in front of kings. He listens to the first of his newfound companions introduce himself and he reaches behind his head to tie his unruly mess of red hair back as he introduces himself cheerfully; "The name's Finamin Hilltopple, but my friends call me Finn. Proud warrior of the Hilltopple Clan." By now he has finished tying his hair back in a very small ponytail, and extends his hand to shake anyone who accepts the gesture. "You sure look like a capable bunch. Plenty of glorious tales to be made await us, says I."

[Nettlekid]

On his arrival Melkholt had taken a seat in a sturdy oaken chair which nonetheless creaked under the strain, and has not moved since doing so. His heavy pack lies propped against the chair's leg, while he taps his fingers anxiously against the flat of his wide shield which he currently holds on his lap. He nods to the others as they speak, and then sensing that he's expected to share he does so.
"Melkholt Flintsplitter, of Dustrun. Feelin' a mite out of my depth, if truth be told. Before this month I'd only ever been within the Kingdom of Dellon once. Doesn't seem quite right to so easily step in and have a word with his majesty. But if his majesty sees fit to have words with us then I'm no man to refuse him."

[Irish Musician]

Lucian Honeysong (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1210110), Bard Lush
A half-elf likely comes in late, behind everyone else, in a grand spectacle of laughter and maybe just some slight stumbling. He plops down into a chair leaning his arm on one of the arm rests, and slings his leg over the other so he sits in the chair a little wonky. In his other hand, the one not leaning on the arm rest, is a jug with a cork stopper. What it is filled with you can only guess, but the half-elf pops the cork off and takes a long drag from it, putting the cork back and wiping his mouth with his sleeve.

His faces holds a large, dumb smile and it doesn't seem to leave his face from the moment you first see him. His clothes are baggy and slightly unkempt, and his blonde hair is shaggy seems to stick out in every direction. He has a lute that he takes off and sits next to him before leaning back into the chair. The striking thing about him is his eyes. They are a brighter, kelly type green and they seem to pierce right through you, even with that smile right below them. The half-elf aims those eyes at the servant and gives her a sly smile.

The half-elf stands, after everyone has introduced themselves, and give a slight bow. "I am Lucian Honeysong, instrument and singer extraordinaire. I suppose we will all be sharing the road to glory together, might as well have a fine time while we do it. It is a pleasure to meet all of you," Lucian then slyly steps over to the serving girl, takes her hand and plants a kiss on it while slightly bowing in front of her. He look up at her with his mischievous smile and bright eyes, "Especially you, beautiful." He gives her a wink and bends back upwards as he stares into her eyes.

[JNAProductions]

"Meep!" the girl lets out, blushing bright crimson. She opens her mouth to say something else when the door opens and a tall, portly gentleman exits in a huff.

"The nerve of Ansolon! Girl, get my escort-I am leaving at once!" he says.

"Yes sir!" she says, quickly heading for the other door. Before leaving, though, she turns to the party, careful to not look at Lucian lest she blush even more. "Go ahead and enter-the King is waiting for you."

[Irish Musician]

Lucian Honeysong (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1210110), Bard Lush
Lucian goes to pick up his lute, and does his best to meet the eyes of the serving girl. "Thank you, sweet lass," he says to her, still trying to meet her gaze with a half-smile. He then follows the others into the throne room, not speaking first, keeping to the back of the group, and slinging his lute back over his shoulder, it resting on his back.

[JNAProductions]

Inside, the king has his head in his hands, seemingly tired or frustrated with his noble. As the group walks in, though, he lifts his head up and gives a weary smile.

"Good day, heroes. I see little need for preamble-you know why I need your services, and can trust that you will be rewarded handsomely for your duty. But, before you go, is there anything you require in terms of assistance? Horses, arms, rations-my kingdom is at your disposal to save my daughter."

[Nettlekid]

Melkholt heaves himself to his feet, slings his hefty pack behind him, and holds his shield to his side as the young woman bids him step forward into the king's throne room. He stands stiffly upright while the king speaks, though his stature is hardly noble.
"Your majesty," he tilts his head down, not quite capable of bowing comfortably in his armor. "To begin, my condolences. I pray this turns out well, and by the grace of the All-Father it may yet. Before we speak of assistance, could you tell us more about the situation? I cannot speak for the others in the room but I myself am not from this land, and news of your daughters abduction came to me late. How long ago was she taken, and do you have any idea where to? Which direction to begin our search? I have heard tell that it was a red dragon that did the deed, as fearsome a beast as any I've known. How large was it, and did it seem fully grown?
While I hope to keep optimistic, I also don't want to make false promises if the threat of this beast is as great as it could be."

[JNAProductions]

"It was some week and a half ago-you all came with great haste, to which I offer my thanks. The beast's lair is in Mount Vespid, to the east-home to many foul creatures besides the dragon itself. The dragon itself is, I think, still young-more than a match for my army, but not yet full grown. I cannot tell you its exact size-I wasn't present when it came, and my people were, understandably, too panicked to observe well," King Dellon says. "If you do not wish to undertake this task, I understand-but please. My daughter is my world."

[WhismurWanders]

Finamin steps forward and answers, "Swift horses will help us rescue your daughter sooner, but I think we've all the arms and armaments we'll need." He taps the two handaxes hanging by his belt, and the sheathed rapier hanging on his left side.

[Nettlekid]

Melk scratches his chin, hidden beneath his bushy beard.
"Are we the first to come forward to you about pursuing the dragon? No others have already left and either returned with failure or not at all? Four men are only four men, and if the dragon itself is a match for your very army...I don't suppose there is a battalion of guards, either under your employ or that of the city watch,
who could accompany us on the journey? I wouldn't turn down the aid of archers providing covering fire, especially should the beast take flight. If we pursue it to its lair then all odds are against us. But, your majesty..." Melk pauses, unsure how to phrase his thoughts delicately.
"You say your daughter was taken a week and a half ago. I do not wish to be indelicate, and I assure you I have only the greatest respect for your plight. But...what assurance do you have that her highness still lives? Unless the dragon has been in communication with you, ransoming your daughter, I cannot think of a reason it would...keep her a living captive. I am not ignorant in medicinal art and the powers of the divine, but even a priest of greater strength than myself would be hard pressed to return a soul to the world of the living if the spirit had gone from it for more than a week. I assure you every effort will be made, but what assurance do you have for us that this is not a fruitless task? Again, I beg your pardon, but it may be prudent to...anticipate the worst of this situation."

[JNAProductions]

"My daughter is not..." the king starts, but cuts himself off. He closes his eyes, tears welling up, but when he opens them, they're clear. "If my daughter is no longer alive... Then I want the head of the beast that killed her. But I know... I feel her, still. I don't think she's gone yet."

He takes a few moments to properly recompose himself, then adds "I cannot send my guards with you. Dellon does not have a large standing army, and sending them to help in your task would leave us vulnerable to invasion from neighboring nations. Despite my own personal feelings, the health of my nation is more important than that of my daughter."

[Nettlekid]

"I'm sorry, your majesty, but I cannot find it in myself to risk my life for a hunch. I pray that fortune finds you and your daughter safety."
And with that Melkholt leaves the throne room.

[JNAProductions]

"I'm sorry, your majesty, but I cannot find it in myself to risk my life for a hunch. I pray that fortune finds you and your daughter safety."
And with that Melkholt leaves the throne room.

"I am sorry to hear that. Fare well, Melkholt," King Dellon says, before turning to the others. "What about you? Will you help save my daughter?"

[Irish Musician]

*OOC Disclaimer - The following post isn't directed at Nettle and is purely an in-character reaction to Melkholt leaving. Lucian usually just says what he thinks and doesn't much care if it offends anyone. Just want everyone to know, Nettle included, that I mean no offence to you all personally.....Lucian is just kind of an ass.*


Lucian Honeysong (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1210110), Bard Lush
Lucian laughs as the dwarf leaves, "Man, I thought dwarves were supposed to be brave, not just turn tail and run at the sound of a little, red worm. Well, unlike the cowardly dwarf, I will be leaving at fist light to find your precious princess. Or, if she does happen to be dragon-food.....bring the heart of the dragon back to you. You can count on me, King Dellililon." The King's name slight slurred out at the end of his words. Lucian then takes a drag from his jug.

[Illven]

Anders thinks. Well once of us leaving will probably cause him to up the reward to entice us to stay.

Forgive me my liege. But what shall the reward for the princess's return, or the beast's head be. This is quite a dangerous task. Anders points out as he tries to recall all he knows about Mount Vespid

Turning to Lucian, Anders pipes up. He said he wanted the head. I mean I suppose we could bring both if we can carry it though. He corrects with a finger raised.


Knowledge nature [roll0]

[Luccan]

Almost as soon as the door closes on the dwarf, it swings open again, revealing a copper-scaled dragonborn. He walks with an air of confidence, but bows his head politely to the king.

"My apologies for my lateness your highness. I hear there is a beast in need of slaying and a princess in need of rescue? I am Balnar of the Myasam. And I will slay the dragon."

[JNAProductions]

BEEEEEEES! Mount Vespid is home to quite a few bees, due to sporadically appearing portals to an apiary in the nine hells.

Outside that, it's your standard mountain of doom. Various dire animals, a few umber hulks or similar, but nothing too odd.

"My court could use some people with worldly experience. A noble title, and all that comes with, as well as a sizable portion of land and wealth. I'm afraid I've been busier with finding heroes such as yourself to save her than figuring out what I can afford to give away, but you have my word you will receive ample compensation for your work," he says. "And no apologies needed, Balnar. I would rather you show up late than never."

[Illven]

That would be acceptable. Anders replies bowing slightly and taking a step back, letting the other three have the spotlight for now.

[WhismurWanders]

Finamin takes this all in, and can't help but chuckle at the pointed way the half-elf speaks. He takes a moment to collect himself before confirming his desire to partake in this quest. After all, what better way to bring honor and glory to my family's name than have a wretched kidnapping dragon killed? He speaks up again, thumping his fist on his proud chest twice, the most honorable gesture he knew. "Aye sir, by the honor of my ancestors we'll slay the beast and bring back yer daughter if we can."

[Luccan]

Balnar inclines his head once more and brings his fist over his heart, an eager smile on his face

It is indeed a worthy reward. You have my word the princess shall be returned.


He then moves to stand near the other heroes, grinning at them as if they were old friends.

[JNAProductions]

"Are there any final words? I have four horses stabled for you, each with a saddlebag of rations, rope, and a few other minor items that may be of use," the king says. "Because if not, time is of the essence."

Each horses' set of saddlebags includes one month of rations, 200' of silk rope, and up to 40 GP of miscellaneous mundane equipment. If you do not decide what equipment is in there now, the value drops to 20 GP, but you can use it as Schrodinger's equipment, and decide what it is in the field.

[Irish Musician]

Turning to Lucian, Anders pipes up. He said he wanted the head. I mean I suppose we could bring both if we can carry it though. He corrects with a finger raised

Lucian laughs, "Yes, but the heart is where all the magic is stored." The half-elf takes another swig, and as if in answer to the King's question, starts to march out of the throne room. "Never fear, King Dellililon.......Lucian is here!" Lucian then proceeds to go find his horse, and definitely flirts some more with the servant girl is he sees her on the way to his horse.

[Luccan]

If its individualized, Balnar's contains a climber's kit, grappling hook, a bullseye lantern, and a small spade

I am more than ready He glances at his new companions, eager for them to declare it is time to depart. His eyes rest on the halfling momentarily, sizing him up, before doing the same to his other companions.

[JNAProductions]

On the group's way out, Lucian flatters the servant girl on their way out. She lets out a "Meep!" again, and makes a hasty excuse about duties elsewhere, though when you all reach your horses, Lucian is able to spot the woman talking excitedly to a few other castle servants.

The horses are of a fine breed, tall and majestic, hardy and strong, with the saddlebags full of supplies.

The gates are open-well, at the moment, they can't be closed, due to dragon inflicted damage-and the way to the mountain is clear.

Your journey begins.

I got work for the next six or so hours, so feel free to roleplay with each other up to day two. It's a journey of two weeks via horseback, but the area is safe enough that there won't be any (dangerous) random encounters in that time. If you're not that far along by the time I return, I'll probably throw in some wandering merchants or someit.

[Illven]

How... how do you do that? Anders asks riding his horse close to Lucian.

The flirting I mean, not the drinking. He clarifies his eyes going with distaste to the bottle.

[Luccan]

The dragon born interrupts, leaning so far his horse strains to stay on it's feet. It is simple. You let a woman know your intentions. They do not appreciate the mystery so much as they pretend. A man strong enough to speak his mind is all they require He eyes Lucian, waiting for him to agree.

[WhismurWanders]

Finamin grins and turns to follow the apparently inebriated fellow out towards the stables, the King having dismissed them to get to their task. He only checks his saddlebags with a cursory glace before they gather up to leave, and finds them filled with the equipment he mostly expected to be accompanying on his journey.

Will take Schrödinger's Bag for 20gp.



Having begun the first leg of their journey, he guides his horse a bit closer to the one Balnar, the most recent addition to their company, was riding. It was a bit difficult as his diminuitive stature made it a little difficult to balance on the large beast, but he manages to ride at a smooth pace with only a little more concentration than he usually needed for riding ponies. He had undone his shirt and placed it back in his pack where it belonged, now they were simply amongst themselves. He clears his throat and asks, "So, Master ... Balnar, was it? What is it that you do, as it were? A strapping folk like yerself would make a fine warrior indeed."

[Luccan]

Balnar turns from Anders and Lucian, letting out a roar of laughter, frightening some nearby birds and shaking his horse.

Indeed, small fellow. My clan are among the mightiest warriors of this age. But I see the spark of a warrior in you as well.
From where and whom do you hail?

[WhismurWanders]

Indeed, small fellow. My clan are among the mightiest warriors of this age. But I see the spark of a warrior in you as well.
From where and whom do you hail?

Finamin feigns insult and jabs playfully back with his own barbed words, "'Small fellow eh? I've tangled with beasts and monsters bigger'n yerself and gotten the better of 'em." He chuckles and his eyes turn momentarily to stare at some point past the horizon. "From the foothills of the mountains, towards the western border of the kingdom. I hail from a clan no doubt as mighty and honorable as yer own, the Hilltopples." He sighs, "Alas, I'm the last to carry their name, so I suppose ye could say I hail from myself."

[Luccan]

"Alas, I'm the last to carry their name, so I suppose ye could say I hail from myself."

Balnar's mood sobers somewhat and he nods. It is an honor to serve with you, Hilltopple. I know not what I'd do as the last of the Myasam Then he brings a hand down, offering it to Finn and grins. But I'd like to think I'd be so bold as to kill a dragon, eh?

[Irish Musician]

Lucian Honeysong (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1210110), Bard Lush
Lucian lets out a hearty laugh, "See, what you do is......just talk to them. When you are a famous hero, bar maids, servant girls, even princesses will get all giggly and doe-eyed if you are charming. As for the drinking," Not missing the look he gave the jug, "alcoholic honey definitely helps the medicine go down." Lucian uncorks the jug and lifts it up to Anders, "Care for a swig?"

[Illven]

And what if I'm not charming? Anders replies looking down.

He then looks back up and shakes his head at the offered jug. I'm good. Need to keep my mind fresh.

[WhismurWanders]

Balnar's mood sobers somewhat and he nods. It is an honor to serve with you, Hilltopple. I know not what I'd do as the last of the Myasam Then he brings a hand down, offering it to Finn and grins. But I'd like to think I'd be so bold as to kill a dragon, eh?

Finamin smiles and takes Balnar's in his own, shaking it heartily, his grin matching the dragonborn's. "Aye, to bring glory to my clan, and the clans of those who'll help. Call me Finn, friend."

[Irish Musician]

Lucian Honeysong (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1210110), Bard Lush

Lucian nods, happy no one else was going to drink his drink, and gives Anders a smile, "Well, if you aren't charming.....being famous helps. Which you are. And it works really well if you carry a....big staff." Lucian lets out a loud laugh and claps the wizard on the back. "And don't worry...charm can be learned. It also help if you're nervous, to maybe not keep your mind so fresh and let loose a little. The girlys like confidence, Scaley there is right, but not about the mystery. The girls, they love the mystery. Especially if you are famous. It just sends them over the moon."

[Luccan]

Finamin smiles and takes Balnar's in his own, shaking it heartily, his grin matching the dragonborn's. "Aye, to bring glory to my clan, and the clans of those who'll help. Call me Finn, friend."

Balnar's grin widens, his shake jostling the halfling's arm heartily. He brings forth a whittling knife and a small block of wood from within his pack and begins whittling away at it. Tell me of your battles, Finn, and I shall tell you the tales of Balnar and the Myasam. When we meet with our foe in battle, I'd know of your deeds and abilities. He manages to be quiet adept at carving on horse back, while still listening to Finn.

[Luccan]

I'm gonna be gone for about two or three hours as well. Assume Balnar is friendly and gregarious and listens to Finn's stories.
He volunteers for the least comfortable watch and if asked to make food makes something edible, but tasteless as best.

[Illven]

Anders manages to keep his hand on the horse as his back were clapped.

So don't do what my family does, and be more mysterious and less open? He asks.

[WhismurWanders]

Tell me of your battles, Finn, and I shall tell you the tales of Balnar and the Myasam. When we meet with our foe in battle, I'd know of your deeds and abilities.

Finamin takes one hand off the reins of his horse to scratch his chin. He looks over his body for a moment and points at one thick, seemingly coarse line that runs over the first pair of abdominal muscles. "Lets see now, there was this one time I was roaming about, and stopped through a quaint little hamlet. Sensin' I was the sorta folk who'd be able to help 'em with a little problem, the local farmers told me of bears what were draggin' off cattle from the fields at night. So off I goes to track the cave and the beasts, and turns out t'were no bears at all. A pair of ogres had set themselves up in this fancy cave and had taken the cattle for themselves! So there I is, starin' up at the big ol' buggers and theys dumber than a sack o' rocks, so I gets the jump on em by yellin', 'BY THE FURY OF THE HILLTOPPLES!' So then ..." Finamin continues to tell his tale, embellishing the resulting fight scene of dipping, ducking, diving, and dodging between the two trolls and giving them a taste of his trusty rapier. His eyes flash with pride at having been able to best two creatures much, much bigger than himself, and his free hand attempts to make the grand sweeping gestures to make his tale as enrapturing as possible to Balnar as well as either of the other two companions, should they choose to listen. He continues to speak for a while, finally ending his tale with, "... and you shoulda seen the faces of those farmers when I come back draggin' two ogre heads behind me. T'was indeed a grand time, that one..."


Rolling Performance; [roll0]

[Luccan]

Though the telling itself might leave something to be desired, Balnar senses the adventure is a point of pride for his new friend (not to mention impressive regardless) and chuckles at the conclusion of the story, imagining the farmers' faces. "A mighty deed, my friend. It is similar to a story from my time as a soldier. I had been cut off from my comrades and found myself alone in a forest filled with orcs..." His tale is slightly longer and contains less fighting in it's opening, mostly dodging patrols, but the action picks up as he describes walking into a clearing where some ten orcs had made camp. "So of course, what does a Myasam do in such a situation? He fights!" He describes the combat in some detail, before concluding that three were left alive, as they were joined by some five patrols who had heard the fighting and Balnar was forced to flee. "But of course, the orcs were too foolish to move their camp. Our force of only fifty routed nearly two hundred of them the next day." He chuckles and goes back to whittling.

[roll0]

[JNAProductions]

As you ride along, you spot a small caravan in the distance. It's nearing the end of the day, with the sun setting, and it's likely the two of your groups will set up camp in the same spot, if you wish to.

The more keen-eyed amongst you can spot a few small banners on the caravan, showing the emblem of the Almirians-a neighboring nation, known for strong traditions, honor, and valuable metals.

Love the roleplaying everyone's been doing! Everyone, gain inspiration.

[Luccan]

Balnar points toward the banner, a pleased expression crossing his face. "Almirians. They're an honorable people. We'd do well to make camp with them, if we can. I am sure they would welcome our presence." So saying, he rides toward them at a slightly faster pace than the party had been travelling, putting away the half carved figure he had been crafting. He seems ready to rest for the night and his horse seems to share his sentiment.

[Illven]

I wonder what they are doing here though. Anders pipes up following Balnar with a crack of the reins.

[JNAProductions]

Soon enough, the teamster on the front of the caravan spots the four horseriders, and calls out "Hail! Coming from the capital?"

[Luccan]

Balnar raises a hand in greeting, flashing a smile and stopping his horse at a friendly distance. "Aye! My companions and I have been travelling all day and were about to make camp. What say you to setting up together for the night? A larger camp is always safer."

[roll0]

[JNAProductions]

No persuasion roll is needed here-though you rolled well. As a general roll, only roll if the outcome is reasonably in doubt-for this situation (running into friendly merchants) it's not, so there's no need to make a roll.

"Of course! Well... Let me talk to the master of this little caravan, see if he agrees. I have no doubt he will, but, well, best to be sure!" he says, then turns his head and speaks (loudly, but much quieter than he has been) back to some of his companions. Before long, he replies back to the group, saying "The master agrees, an excellent idea! We'll find a good spot and settle down for the night."

After perhaps a few more minutes, the two groups come together, settling down in a camp. The caravan has around a half dozen people pile out-the teamster, a human called Harridan Smith; the master, a dwarf named Johan Bergly; his wife, another dwarf named Vanessa Bergly; two porters, the elvish twins Avery and Jessica Went; and their accountant, a gnome by the name of Sybil Toscobble.

Johan and Vanessa settle around the fire that Harridan sets up, enjoying some ale, while Sybil sits atop the caravan, dealing with a small book of numbers. Harridan looks the group over, and comments "Quite a well-armed ensemble, eh? What are you doing here?" while the twins grab some stools and such from the caravan so everyone has room to sit.

[WhismurWanders]

Finamin is just short of completely enraptured with Balnar's story, occasionally needing to readjust his position on his mount to keep from entirely losing balance. He feels the high highs, the tension as orcish patrols move past the sneaking dragonborn in his mental theater. When the story is said and done, he notices how tightly he has been gripping the reins, his knuckles almost completely white. He gives a low whistle, thoroughly impressed with the tale he had been presented. "A brave soldier and quite the storyteller. Methinks we need to trade more stories when the chance arises."



Having settled his body into an offered chair by the fire, and makes a small noise of contentment after the day's ride. "A quest for glory, to right the wrongs a dragon has visited upon the capitol," he answers as to their purpose. He was unsure how much information should be shared, or how much news had already traveled to their Almirian hosts, and keeps his answer simple but truthful.

[JNAProductions]

"Really now?" Harridan says. Jessica and Avery, though, stop momentarily (Avery dropping a stool on his foot, followed by an exclamation of pain) and then they look to Johan.

"Can we-" Avery asks, as Johan sighs and answers.

"We've got enough stools for now. Go listen to the brave adventurers-just don't bother them with questions, too much!" he says. He then turns to you four, saying "Feel free to ask them to leave you at peace, if you need to-they're small town folk, so people like you are quite exciting to them."

Jessica and Avery come towards Finn first, since he's the one speaking, and Jessica asks "Have you ever done anything like this before?"

[Illven]

Anders rides up.

Personally no I've never done stuff like this before. He admits.

Right. Mystery. Why don't you try guessing what I did? He said with a smile.

[JNAProductions]

"Um..." Avery says. "Priest?"

"Wizard?" Jessica guesses. "Accountant?" she adds, glancing back at Sybil. Sybil scowls back. "Although I don't know if we can really guess what adventures you've been on, unless they were in Almire. This is our first time out of our home."

[Luccan]

Balnar smiles at Anders attempt and steps next to him, gesturing at the young man. You look upon a mighty wizard, whose mind holds secrets of the world beyond the borders of our kingdoms. Perhaps even of the worlds beyond ours. Learned in magic and from a family blessed by the gods. He scratches his chin thoughtfully. I'd count him the quiet sort. He might take some coaxing Balnar unloads his horse and sets to caring for the party's steeds, should the others seem inclined to talk. However, he keeps an eye on the elvish girl so fascinated with adventurers.

[JNAProductions]

Balnar smiles at Anders attempt and steps next to him, gesturing at the young man. You look upon a mighty wizard, whose mind holds secrets of the world beyond the borders of our kingdoms. Perhaps even of the worlds beyond ours. Learned in magic and from a family blessed by the gods. He scratches his chin thoughtfully. I'd count him the quiet sort. He might take some coaxing Balnar unloads his horse and sets to caring for the party's steeds, should the others seem inclined to talk. However, he keeps an eye on the elvish girl so fascinated with adventurers.

"Can you show us some magic?" Jessica asks.

"Please?" Avery adds, both looking at him with wide eyes and smiles.

[Illven]

Oh, um yeah sure. Anders replied happily. Dropping his staff to the ground, he intones a few magic words, and his staff started to spin around on it's own, doing it's own one man performance roll.


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[JNAProductions]

They watch, wide-eyed, as Harridan chuckles a little. "Parlor tricks, eh? No, don't do any more-save your strength for the dragon. But trust me, kiddos-this is hedge magic, nothing more. I'm sure Anders here is capable of much more."

[Illven]

They watch, wide-eyed, as Harridan chuckles a little. "Parlor tricks, eh? No, don't do any more-save your strength for the dragon. But trust me, kiddos-this is hedge magic, nothing more. I'm sure Anders here is capable of much more."

Well that was my idea. Anders explains gesturing to himself. I didn't want to run the risk of something happening and I already used up all my magic.

[Luccan]

Balnar, finished with the horses, sits on one of the stools. He looks around and chuckles I doubt we'll have much to worry over tonight. We're the toughest thing for miles, I'd wager. So saying, he retrieves the whittling knife and carving from his bag and begins working once more on the figure. Tell me, what brings you all to these fair lands?

[JNAProductions]

Well that was my idea. Anders explains gesturing to himself. I didn't want to run the risk of something happening and I already used up all my magic.

"Please can we see more?" Avery asks.

"Pretty please?" Jessica adds, putting her hand on Anders' shoulder.


Balnar, finished with the horses, sits on one of the stools. He looks around and chuckles I doubt we'll have much to worry over tonight. We're the toughest thing for miles, I'd wager. So saying, he retrieves the whittling knife and carving from his bag and begins working once more on the figure. Tell me, what brings you all to these fair lands?

"Merchant business," Johan replies. "We've got some smiths back home who reforged the king's blade, and we're carrying a load of mithral to the capital-for a hefty price, of course," he says with a chuckle.

[Luccan]

Balnar nods and gives a brief chuckle, then listens to the crackling fire and the elves beg Anders for a repeat performance for awhile, until he notes Sybil's distance from the caravan I've never had a head for numbers. Does it usually take so long?

[Illven]

Sure. Anders replies starting by snapping his fingers as his quarterstaff flies back to his hand.

For my first trick. He says as he conjures some flowers, albeit clearly artificial in nature.


Casting prestidigitation

Perform [roll0]

[JNAProductions]

Balnar nods and gives a brief chuckle, then listens to the crackling fire and the elves beg Anders for a repeat performance for awhile, until he notes Sybil's distance from the caravan I've never had a head for numbers. Does it usually take so long?

"When you have as many expenses as Johan and Vanessa, it does," Sybil says, grumbling under her breath about un-frugal moneymakers.


Sure. Anders replies starting by snapping his fingers as his quarterstaff flies back to his hand.

For my first trick. He says as he conjures some flowers, albeit clearly artificial in nature.


Casting prestidigitation

Perform [roll0]


"How do you do that?" Jessica asks.

"Magic," Avery says, clearly impressed. "Can you teach us to do that?"

[Irish Musician]

Lucian Honeysong (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1210110), Bard Lush
Lucian sits back, munching on some dinner and drinking his mead, watching Anders do his tricks and magic. He starts to play on his lute, a quiet tune, feeling his music flow through him and his magics starting to come alive. As he plays, the campfire seems to fade down and a cloud of tiny, tiny, yellow lights flow out of his lute. They swirl around Anders' flowers, picking them up and carrying them around the heads of the watching elves. The light burst, letting the flowers fall back to the ground. A blue smoke then flows out of the flowers and starts to creep on the ground to the two. It climbs up their limbs and swirls around their head, blocking their view.

The smoke quickly clears out of the way, and when they look again...Lucian is no longer there. Instead there is an angel playing the lute. He is has a golden glow about him, and small little sparks go off around him every now and again. He has celestial armor, and his wings seem to pulse with the music. He has great, long, golden, flowing hair that seems to sparkle as well. The music crescendos and a large pop sounds out, with an accompanying flash of light. And when the lights and smoke are gone, the campfire moves back to its original brightness and all they see is Lucian with his lute, taking a drag from his jug, big smile on his face.


Prestidigitation and Disguise Self as fun fluff. Figured it wasn't too much since we aren't in combat or anything.

[JNAProductions]

Jessica's and Avery's jaws drop, and even the rest (except Sybil, who simply goes Hmph!) seem quite impressed. The twins look between Anders and Lucian, and Avery asks "Who did that?"

[WhismurWanders]

Finamin leans back and simply enjoys the magical spectacles. While he indeed had a few choice tales that the rest were sure to enjoy, he didn't feel the need to put himself in the limelight. He finds himself enraptured by Lucian's performance, and even gives a few approving hoots and hollers when the lights have faded, simply enjoying this. Compared to his stay in the city, this was truly his atmosphere, and he was going to relish it as long as he could.

[Luccan]

Balnar taps his foot along to Lucian's music and arches a brow at the ostentatious display of magic, but is clearly impressed regardless. He claps at the end of Lucian's performance and sets his woodworking away for the night. He casts an eye to Anders, waiting to see the wizard's response to having his stage stolen.

[Irish Musician]

Lucian Honeysong (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1210110), Bard Lush
Lucian laughs at the reactions of everyone, "Well I am glad that I could entertain you for a moment and get such a wonderful reaction. Though it would seem your gnome friend is less than impressed. Not surprising as gnomes tends to think themselves the masters of illusion magic. But no matter, I hope she enjoyed it anyway....if is she doesn't admit it."

[Illven]

Anders for his part seems less then thrilled, crossing his arms petulantly.

[Irish Musician]

Lucian Honeysong (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1210110), Bard Lush
People's body language is not lost on Lucian, and he gives Anders a sly smile, "Aww, Anders, don't be like that friend. My magic is merely that of illusions and entertainment. Meant to wow and distract the crowd. Nothing like the noble pursuit of wizardy. I am merely a jester, you are the real miracle worker, my friend." He gives Anders a wink and takes another pull from his jug, starting to pluck out another tune. Something low and in the background to leave room for talking.

[Luccan]

Balnar nods along to the music and stretches, muscles sore from the day of riding. He chats some more with Johan and the others, before his stomach begins to grumble. He grins sheepishly and turns to where he's set his rations, intent on a meal as soon as he can get it.

[JNAProductions]

Seeing Balnar turn to trail rations, Vanessa says "Oh no-not while I'm around! Those who camp with me deserve far better than dried meats. Honey, fetch some of our supplies-I'll make a stew for us all."

"Of course," Johan replies, getting up and heading for the caravan, digging though some supplies while Vanessa retrieves a pot and a small stand for it to be held over the fire.

Meanwhile, with Avery and Jessica...

Anders, make a Charisma check. DC 13, to gain their attention back, and not have them be stolen by Lucian.

[Illven]

Anders relaxes slightly.

But yeah, we can at least go over basic magical theory. Anders replies. It'll take more then a day to make you both wizards, but it'll be a good foundation as any. He adds.


Charisma [roll0]

[Luccan]

Balnar tries to help with the meal, mostly helping Johan bring the supplies for the stew. As the stew is cooking he sniffs appreciatively and smiles at their hosts. You are most gracious hosts. I would have given half my wage to have so skilled a cook every night in the army. When the soup is ready, Balnar waits for the others to get their food for as long as he can insist, but it is clear with each person who gets their stew before him he is growing increasingly impatient.

[JNAProductions]

The twins look at Lucian, but come back to Anders, eager to learn.

Most of the caravaneers turn down the stew, having eaten already, but any of the party who wants good eats is free to have some. Soon enough, Balnar gets his bowl, and begins eating a delicious meal.

Okay, I think it might be time for a time skip. Next morning okay with all the people?

[WhismurWanders]

Finamin takes a bowl of the offered stew as well, and it is indeed delicious. Almost a shame we can't pull them along with us all the way to the dragon ... good company and good food..." he thinks to himself as he eats. He makes a few casual comments as the meal goes down to its flavor, praising the hosts for their particular culinary skill.

Sure, we can move on. I can't think of anything else really worth doing.

[Luccan]

Balnar sings the praises of Vanessa's cooking, heartily enjoying his meal. He pays some attention to Anders lesson, but it clearly goes over his head. Still, he seems to enjoy himself regardless, listening with rapt attention.

I'm ok with skipping to tomorrow as well. I'm at work, so my input will be spotty for the next 6 or 7 hours

[JNAProductions]

Lucian provides some excellent musical background as Avery and Jessica eagerly listen to Anders. It takes quite a bit of explaining, but they're a reasonably bright young lad and lass, and so seem to have at least a basic understanding before the night is out. Balnar enjoys the excellent stew, and has his time monopolized by Johan and Vanessa, who trade tales with him about their merchant experiences. Finn too enjoys the company, but before long, everyone is yawning. A watch schedule is set up, but it's more just to stay in practice-this close to Dellon, bandits or monsters are highly unlikely.

The next morning, everyone rises with the sun, and Johan says "Thank you four, for your company. Not that I dislike my friends here, but sometimes, a little fresh blood is invigorating!"

"Or annoying," Sybil says.

Vanessa sighs, saying "Sybil, be polite. Well-I'll make a quick morning meal, and then we should be on our separate ways. Avery, dear-get the dough from inside the caravan, would you?"

"Yes ma'am!" Avery replies, heading for the caravan.

Jessica yawns loudly, looking over to Anders. "Thanks for the lesson-maybe I'll get more in Dellon, and try to become a real mage."

Harridan smiles at her, and tousles her hair. "Sure, if you think you have the knack."

"Ech!" Jessica replies, ducking away from him. "Harridan!"

Say your goodbyes, and we'll move on.

[Illven]

Yeah, that's a good idea. Anders smiled warmly. I could give you the name of my tutor if you're interested. He replied.

[JNAProductions]

"That'd be great!" Jessica replies.

Johan comes over, though, and says "Jessica, I understand you're excited about this, but you're still working for me."

"Yeah... Maybe once I'm done working for you?" she asks.

"I'll make sure that you're not too far from his tutor once your time is up," Johan says with a smile.

[Illven]

Alton Lefrange Anders replies writing down the name on a scrap of parchment. Tell him I sent you okay?

[Irish Musician]

Lucian Honeysong (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1210110), Bard Lush
Lucian rises, late of course, and after everyone is already up. He stumbles around a bit before getting his bearings. He takes a few swigs of his mead, popping the cork back on, and then seems to straighten out. As Vanessa starts to get breakfast things together, Lucian notices that the embers in the fire are still smoldering. He waves a hand at it, and it happens to have enough heat and energy left inside of it so that he makes a roaring fire once again. He smiles at her and pulls out his flute. He starts to play a beautiful, moving piece that suits the early morning rising just perfectly. From the end of his flute glowing, sparkling butterflies start to fly around the camp. They land on things, fly around people's head, and keep the general tempo of the music. They seem to especially like Sybil, landing on her head, shoulders, and even her nose. Lucian just keeps smiling and playing.

[WhismurWanders]

Finamin is up slightly before the others, having offered to take the last watch shift. He spends part of the time meditating and praying to his ancestors for guidance, as has become his custom, though this routine doesn't distract him from doing his duty. He gladly accepts a bit of breakfast before the friendly camp starts to break down, and goes around to thank each of the others for their hospitality (yes, even Sybil) and saddles up, waiting for the others. "Thanks again for the wonderful company, may our paths cross some day again on the open roads." He waves with one hand, ready to steer his horse to the roads as soon as the others are ready.

[Luccan]

Balnar mostly tends to the mounts after awakening, ensuring the company is ready to leave when the time comes. He is once again complimentary of Vanessa's cooking, though less uproariously this time. He offers to help their hosts move their things back onto the caravan before they depart. Before he mounts his horse, Balnar gives vigorous hand shakes to Johan, Avery, and Harridan and bows politely to Vanessa, Sybil, and Jessica. As Finn says, it would be a pleasure to meet again. And thank you once again for the company. As you say Johan, fresh faces certainly liven up a life. Safe travels on your way Having said his goodbyes, Balnar seems content to lead the party out and continue their journey.

[JNAProductions]

The party heads out, receiving some fond farewells from the merchant group. (Except for Sybil. She's salty.)

The group continues on their way, enjoying the simple joys of traveling with good company. Eventually, you settle down for the second night-a watch is now more important, since you might actually be attacked.

Set up a watch shift, and each person on watch roll Perception. You'll need people on watch from 11 PM to 7 AM.

[roll0]

[roll1]

1
2-4
5-7
8

[Luccan]

Balnar volunteers for the third shift (3am-5am), knowing it will be the least comfortable and the best time for bandits and the like to attack. He remains vigilant throughout his watch, not distracting himself with his carving and having taken care of his gear before they settled in for sleep.

[roll0]

[Illven]

Anders will take last watch.

Perception

[roll0]

[Irish Musician]

Lucian Honeysong (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1210110), Bard Lush
Lucian Volunteers first watch, for however long it is they need him to stay up and watch. He isn't the best at watching, but he is really good at getting others to sleep. As the other lay down and get ready for bed, he starts to play his flute and "play" the others to sleep. But this is no ordinary music, if they hadn't figured it out by now. It isn't anything they can see, but as they music hits their ears, they seem to relax and feel wonderful. Their road weary muscles and bones relax and heal. Their brains seems to calm and focus more on sleep.

Once the are asleep, Lucian stops playing his flute and picks up his lute, playing soft and finger-picking out mellow tunes.

Perception check [roll0]

Adding a Bardic Inspiration for myself for this roll [roll1]

[JNAProductions]

Around the beginning of Anders' watch, he hears a snuffling in the distance. He looks closer, and sees three giant boars, easily the size of horses, investigating the campsite.

[Illven]

Anders tries to think if wildboars would be native to this climate.


Nature [roll0]

[JNAProductions]

Yes, they're native. Now, this SIZE boar is probably a wizard's experiment gone wrong(?), but boars themselves are not an unusual sight.

[Illven]

Anders will get ready to rouse the others if the boars seem suspicious or start getting hostile, but otherwise will let them be.

[JNAProductions]

The boars begin coming closer. They come onto the road you've been following, and spot Anders. They hoof at the ground, staring him down.

Animal Handling check, if you would. See if you can defuse the situation.

[Illven]

Anders will try to handle the animals.


Animal handling [roll0]

[JNAProductions]

Anders, slowly and cautiously, steps towards the boars. They scuff at the ground a little more, but his open stance and calm movements keep the boars at ease. He gently ushers them away, using Prestidigitation to make the scent of some delicious truffles appear in a different direction.

Soon enough, the boars have left the area, in search of something tasty to eat.

Took some liberties with your character, Illven, since you didn't declare anything besides making the check. In the future, a little more direction would be nice.

Anyhow, encounter averted safely.

Anders resumes his watch, and the rest of the night passes uneventfully.

In the morning, you start your travels again.

[Luccan]

Unless anyone insists on going in front, Balnar takes the lead again, this time keeping an eye out for wild animals and the like, since they're in more dangerous territory. He's somewhat less chatty, now that they are truly in the wild, but he still trades stories with Finn, particularly in open areas where he can see around them easily.

[JNAProductions]

Before too long-before the sun has properly risen-you can see a lone figure approaching from the road ahead. It's small and scaled, wearing a simple set of clothes, and covering its eyes from the scant light.

[Illven]

Does Anders have any idea what it may be?


Knowledge arcana [roll0]

[JNAProductions]

It appears to be a kobold-you know this as the diminutive creatures make excellent sorcerers.

[Luccan]

Balnar tries to recall if he's met or fought similar creatures during his time in the army or on his personal adventures.

[roll0]

[JNAProductions]

Balnar tries to recall if he's met or fought similar creatures during his time in the army or on his personal adventures.

[roll0]

You seem to recall something that looked like it-a kobold. Though the ones you fought were in the desert, and had blue scales, whereas this one is red-scaled.

[Illven]

I think it's a kobold, it may be a minion of the wyrm. Anders replied.

[Luccan]

Balnar scratches his chin I had thought kobolds to be blue. Must be the forest breed. He looks to Anders and the others Shall we try to see what it might tell us then? We are on horses, so I'm sure we can catch it if it flees.

[WhismurWanders]

Finamin casts his gaze over the surrounding area. Lone wanderers on roads like these often weren't truly alone, after all.

[roll0]

[Irish Musician]

Lucian Honeysong (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1210110), Bard Lush
Lucian listens to the others, and nods, "It might be quite nice to have him for questioning. Let's go!" He trots his horse closer to the little lizard. Once he gets within range so that his powers will work. As soon as he is in range, he points his finger at the little guy, and chants a quick spells. IF successful, the wee kobold will be going nowhere.

Ride up to the kobold, Cast Hold Person on him. DC 15 WIS save for him to not escape.

[JNAProductions]

Finamin casts his gaze over the surrounding area. Lone wanderers on roads like these often weren't truly alone, after all.

[roll0]

The little lizard seems to be alone.

[roll0]

Lucian's spell freezes the kobold in place.

[Luccan]

Balnar rides up alongside Lucian and regards the still kobold. He turns to the others and raises an eyebrow You wouldn't think such a creature would be much use to a dragon He shakes his head and turns back to their prisoner. Good morning. Any chance you work for a dragon? He points to himself and then the kobold. Might look a bit like either of us, but bigger and four-legged? And winged of course.

[Irish Musician]

Lucian Honeysong (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1210110), Bard Lush
Lucian smiles, "They are often scared, but come back in greater numbers. You don't want to find yourself in the middle of a Kobold camp full of these angry buggers. They are much smarter than they look. Trust me. And by the way, he's held for now, but I know not how long my magic will keep him here. So...." Lucian looks at the little guy, jumps down from his horse, gets his rope out of his pack, and ties the Kobold's hands and feet, so it can not run away. "There."

He then looks at the kobold up and down, "He may not understand your common," and spits out some "words" in a harsh and guttural language. "Ish varn kurt gard vat merchet drand Drac vernlin?" He then grabs his flask from his

"Who are you, and who do you work for, little one?"

[JNAProductions]

"I work for the dragon of mount Vespid, the mighty, the imperishable, the ultimate Resalthin!"

[Luccan]

Balnar gets down from his horse and walks to where the kobold is bound. He too speaks in Draconic, the rough language rolling quite naturally from his tongue.

What are you doing here then, smallscale?

[JNAProductions]

"Resalthin has heard that the king has sent out the call for heroes to slay my master. She wishes to lay a challenge for you-a fair fight, between you and her, so that none of my clan are injured."

[Illven]

Anders starts picking up the conservation. Speaking draconic... Well like someone who knows all the words.

But he's never used it before.


Forgive me, but why? That is very strange...

If she's interested in a fair fight, perhaps she's interested in negotiation.

[JNAProductions]

"And what would you have to offer? The king's coffers are closed, we know that."

[Illven]

Magical knowledge. Anders offers.

[JNAProductions]

"..."

The kobold seems highly interested.

"Such as..."

[WhismurWanders]

Finamin sighs quietly to himself, apparently the only one amongst the group who wasn't able to join in the conversation. He keeps his eyes on the edges of the road, watching for anything else that might decide to surprise them.


[roll0]

Only keeping an eye out because as (apparently) the only party member who can't speak Draconic, I don't have anything to add at the moment. :smallredface:

[JNAProductions]

[roll0]
[roll1]

You can see about three other kobolds, distantly visible, hidden behind a small pile of rocks. (Well, not very well hidden.)

[WhismurWanders]

Finamin's eyes move over the road, but stops over a small rock pile. His voice keeps an even tone as if he were casually making a remark about the weather, saying, "Whoever he is, he's got some friends. Three of 'em trying to act all sneaky-like behind a pile of rocks."

[Illven]

Anders nods as he sees them himself.

Wizardy. He says indicating himself.

[Luccan]

Balnar sets his hand casually on the hilt of his sword, eyes not moving from their captive. If they desire a fight, I'll gladly meet them. Can you see if they have bows or slings? He seems to realize something and glances at the halfling Sorry, Finn. He says he works for the dragon and supposedly it wants a "fair fight". Anders is trying to set up a trade for the princess instead.

[Irish Musician]

Lucian Honeysong (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1210110), Bard Lush
Lucian laughs as the little kobold describes the "fair fight" its master wants. "That red dragon wants a fair fight as much as I want to be sober," he takes a swig from his jug, "in all my stories and songs of knights and dragons.....I've never heard of a dragon wanting to fight fair. Something doesn't feel right....." Lucian squats down in front of the little kobold.

"Why would your master want to parley with us. Or even give us that change to a fair fight? That doesn't make any sense.....I hope you are not lying to us, little scale."

[JNAProductions]

"I swear, she has offered her word! I speak only the truth!"

Telling the truth.

Truthiness is here.

The truth is good to go.

Kobold, truth? Match.

Kobold's telling the truth.

Yes, truth speaking is occurring.

[Irish Musician]

Lucian Honeysong (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1210110), Bard Lush
Lucian thinks he is telling the truth......but he wants to make sure. He takes a great swig of his mead and stares the little guy down, then he points a finger to the kobold and whispers. This whisper is something no one else can hear but the little kobold.

In draconic: "If you are lying to us, my friends here will take you to a bear cave and leave you there, tied up, to be eaten alive by a hungry bear. Do we have an understanding?
Just nod."

[Illven]

I think he's telling the truth. Anders pipes up in common.

[JNAProductions]

The kobold nods, gulping.

[Irish Musician]

Lucian Honeysong (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1210110), Bard Lush
Lucian nods with Anders, "Aye. I think so too. Well...I guess we should go fight her, then? I mean, that's why we're here.....right?"

[Luccan]

Balnar shakes his head. No sense letting her know we're coming. The kobold thinks she means what she says, but Finn said he spotted friends of his not to far from us. Could be a trap. He regards the kobold and begins speaking in the harsh dragon tongue again.

What are those kobolds by the rocks doing here?

[JNAProductions]

The kobold tugs at his collar, nervously.

They're there to, ah, ensure I didn't die. My lady didn't ask for them to come with-I did. I was... Scared.

[Illven]

Anders stares at the kobold trying to judge if he was lying.


Insight [roll0]

[JNAProductions]

Truth.

Truth.

Truth.

Truth.

Truth.

Truth.

[Luccan]

Balnar turns to his companions and speaks again in Common Shall we ask them to come out peaceably then? They've offered us no resistance so far and I'd sooner have them in eyesight than risk them running off to give away our location. He casts an eye to Finn Apparently this one was worried we'd kill him. Asked his friends along, but they aren't supposed to do us any harm if he's kept in one piece.

[WhismurWanders]

Balnar sets his hand casually on the hilt of his sword, eyes not moving from their captive. If they desire a fight, I'll gladly meet them. Can you see if they have bows or slings? He seems to realize something and glances at the halfling Sorry, Finn. He says he works for the dragon and supposedly it wants a "fair fight". Anders is trying to set up a trade for the princess instead.

Finamin answers, "Little bows 'n swords. If they do attack, we could take 'em, easy." Turning his head to look at the rest of his group as he listens to each of the suggestions, he adds his opinion. "This whole thing sounds odder than a dwarf goin' sailing, but a fight's a fight. If the dragon wants to invite us to its own asskicking, I don't see why not. Even better if its to be an honorable fight. Either way we can take its head back to the king."

[JNAProductions]

The kobolds come out, meekly, when the first one calls out to them in Draconic.

The first one then speaks again, saying.

"Alright... Follow us."

[Illven]

Your mistress is ready now? Anders asks skeptically

[JNAProductions]

Your mistress is ready now? Anders asks skeptically


What preparations would she have to make against a couple of you folk?

[Luccan]

Balnar sighs and mounts his horse, raising a brow at the wizard Anders, sometimes you must face a challenge head on. This dragon may well have a trap prepared for us. Or perhaps she sees us as nothing more than ants to her power. But whatever the case may be, so long as we keep our wits about us, I say we charge on. He regards the kobolds, something akin to pity crossing his face Besides, I'm growing weary of dealing with these boot licking wee ones. The sooner we face the dragon, the better.

[WhismurWanders]

Finamin looks on as the other continue to converse with the kobolds in the strange language, only finally being stirred from concentration once Balnar speaks up again in Common. He tugs at the reins of his own horse, preparing to leave as soon as everyone is ready. "So that's it then? These little fellas are going to lead us right to the dragon so we can slay it?"

[Luccan]

Balnar shrugs We could try to lose them and get there first, I suppose. He scratches his chin, the sound of his nails against scales like scraping rock. I fear the dragon has us outmaneuvered. If she hadn't sent the kobolds, we could sneak up on her. But there is little we can do to prevent them possibly warning her, short of killing them. And I dislike the notion He casts an eye to Lucian. Although, a distraction or surprise at the right moment could throw her off.

[JNAProductions]

The kobolds begin leading the way, nervous about the horses.

"It'll be some time before we arrive-but the beasts of the forests and mountain know not to attack us. We are marked with our lady's scent."

Right, you've secured safe passage all the way up to Mount Vespid. Assuming, of course, the scent doesn't wash off in time...

Anyone have objections to another, few day time skip? And, if we do do that, any actions you wish to declare, such as dangling juicy magical tidbits in front of their noses?

[Luccan]

Balnar grows more cautious as they get closer to the dragon's lair. He heartens considerably when they make camp, but his eyes are constantly shifting, checking every tree and bush. In the saddle, he has ceased whittling, though occasionally he tries to lighten the mood with conversation and humor. One night, he asks the kobolds their names, but if they do not give them, he makes up names for them in common. Occasionally he'll try to talk tactics with the others if they'll listen.

I have no problem skipping ahead a bit. I figure Balnar has nothing to say in terms of magic, so he's mostly keeping an eye on their surroundings.

[JNAProductions]

[roll0]

On a 1, the scent has worn off and you're at risk of being attacked.

I'll roll once per day. But I'd still like to make sure you're all cool with me skipping ahead.

[JNAProductions]

As night falls, the kobolds set up camp a small distance away from you all. But, after only a few minutes of eating, they come over to where Anders is.

One asks, in Draconic...

"So... Can you teach us how to work magic?"

Kobold Check: [roll0]
With disadvantage: [roll1]

Let's see how interested they are.

[Illven]

Yeah, sure. We'll go over basic magical theory. Anders replies setting his meal down for the moment as he starts getting his papers in order.

[Luccan]

Balnar shifts uncomfortably as the kobolds surround Anders, but otherwise shows no signs he's paying attention to the lecture. He turns to Finn and Lucian, and says in Common It wouldn't hurt to have a plan. Anders may be able to trade some magical knowledge for the princess, but I want to be as prepared as possible He sets down the now wood carving he's been working on since the beginning of their trip, which has begun taking distinct shape. He regards the bard for a moment. I don't have much knowledge of magic.
Would you be able to hide us quickly if we need it?

[JNAProductions]

Yeah, sure. We'll go over basic magical theory. Anders replies setting his meal down for the moment as he starts getting his papers in order.

The kobolds grin, and kneel down in front of him.

[WhismurWanders]

Balnar shifts uncomfortably as the kobolds surround Anders, but otherwise shows no signs he's paying attention to the lecture. He turns to Finn and Lucian, and says in Common It wouldn't hurt to have a plan. Anders may be able to trade some magical knowledge for the princess, but I want to be as prepared as possible He sets down the now wood carving he's been working on since the beginning of their trip, which has begun taking distinct shape. He regards the bard for a moment. I don't have much knowledge of magic.
Would you be able to hide us quickly if we need it?

Finamin chimes in with something that had been bothering him for some time, lowering his voice to not disturb Ander or the Kobolds. "Should we even be considering a trade? Sure, we get the girl back, but the king seemed pretty clear that he wants this dragon dead. And if he hears we gave the dragon magical secrets too ... I jus' don't like it..." He pauses to take a deep breath. "Whatever you two come up with, I'll follow yeh."

[Illven]

Having a peaceful trade with 100% chance of success is better then us attacking the dragon and possibly dying from it. Not that I necessarily think there's no chance for a backstab, but that's my wagon of logic. Anders pipes up.

[Luccan]

Balnar places a hand on his chin and thinks for a moment Ideally, we get the princess back and none of us die. I don't trust that the dragon will never turn against us, but it might be worth it if we can get the princess somewhere safe before we have to kill the beast. We'll at least try Anders way; it will buy us time to get our bearings, if nothing else He grins at Anders Nothing to worry about, Anders. If we fight the dragon, we'll be sure not to use you as bait. I'd continue with your lecture,
I don't think those lads care to wait. He scratches his chin, a serious look crossing his face We're at least all agreed we need some sort of plan if things go wrong?

[JNAProductions]

I live, no worries. Indicate in an OOC spoiler or the OOC thread when you're ready to go on.

[WhismurWanders]

Balnar places a hand on his chin and thinks for a moment Ideally, we get the princess back and none of us die. I don't trust that the dragon will never turn against us, but it might be worth it if we can get the princess somewhere safe before we have to kill the beast. We'll at least try Anders way; it will buy us time to get our bearings, if nothing else He grins at Anders Nothing to worry about, Anders. If we fight the dragon, we'll be sure not to use you as bait. I'd continue with your lecture,
I don't think those lads care to wait. He scratches his chin, a serious look crossing his face We're at least all agreed we need some sort of plan if things go wrong?

Finamin nods. "Well ... if you lot let me charge in first when things go south, and I can keep the dragon focused on me long enough, you all can should have more than enough time to bring it down. How exactly you plan on doing that, is up to you. But I'm great at keeping things focused on me, so keeping me- well, all of us, alive, hitting it very hard, and very fast sounds like enough of a plan to me."

[Irish Musician]

Lucian Honeysong (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1210110), Bard Lush
Lucian sits with his jug next to him, plucking on his lute and keeping the camp calm with his music. He listens to the others, take occasional drags from his jug and somehow doesn't stop playing the whole time. That is almost more impressive than the music he's playing.

The others get on the subject of trusting a dragon, and Lucian just smiles and shakes his head. "You can't trust a red. They want nothing but more gold and power and they will do most anything to get it. If that means agreeing to let go the Princess for magical secrets, then eating us right afterwards.....it will happen. Better to kill it now, than leave it alive and have both a dragon and a King wanting us dead."

[Illven]

Any secrets it could get off our corpse anyway. Why agree to the trade if it just intended to kill us. Anders replied.

[Irish Musician]

Lucian Honeysong (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1210110), Bard Lush
Lucian chuckles, "Can't take secrets not written down. Hard to pull secrets from a corpse's brain."

[Luccan]

Balnar shakes his head The dragon has not agreed to a trade. Her minions simply told us it wants a fair fight. The kobolds themselves simply have an interest in magic. I would be willing to believe it may be a tempting offer for their mistress, if they are anything to judge her by, but for all we know, she will attack us on sight. Even if she does not, Lucian has a point. The dragon may very well agree, then attack after she has what she wants. He pauses and stares into the fire for a moment She's challenged us to a fight, so she thinks she can win. And she wanted the princess for a reason. Why not take what she can from you, then try to kill us all and keep the princess?