PartyOfRouges ICewind Dale

[PartyOfRogues]

OOC (https://forums.giantitp.com/showthread.php?624055-PartyOfRouges-OOCewind-Dale&p=24847104#post24847104)
Icewind Dale has become trapped in a perpetual winter. Ferocious blizzards make the mountain pass through the Spine of the World extremely treacherous, and this land has not felt the warmth of the sun in over two years. In fact, the sun no longer appears above the mountains, not even in the height of summer. In this frozen tundra, darkness and bitter cold reign as king and queen. Most dale residents blame Auril the Frostmaiden, the god of winter’s wrath. The shimmering aurora that weaves across the sky each night is said to be her doing—a potent spell keeping the sun at bay.

Dale folk live in a scattering of settlements known as Ten-Towns. The drop-off in caravans coming from the south and travel between settlements in this never-ending winter has left everyone feeling isolated. Although each town has resolved to appease the Frostmaiden with sacrifices of one kind or another, no respite from winter’s fury seems forthcoming. For adventurers such as yourselves, Ten-Towns is a place to test one’s mettle and, in the spirit of heroes who have come before, leave one’s mark on this frigid, blighted land.
However, today is just another gruesome day in Ten-Towns: howling wind, bitter cold, foul tempers, and snowdrifts big enough to bury a herd of moose. The local tavern is unusually abuzz with news about a series of recent killings. The only question on people’s mind is if they’ll be the next victim.

Three cold-blooded murders have been committed in the past month: a halfling trapper in Easthaven, a human shipbuilder in Targos, and, three days ago, a dwarf glassblower here in Bryn Shander. All three were wound with a dagger of ice through their chest. The drunken lot in the tavern discusses the murders, but offers no credible ideas, but apart from them is an elderly dwarf with a large scar across her nose who seems more sensible then the rest. And she’s been watching all of you while smoking her pipe since you walked in.

[JNAProductions]

Barbara's more than a little nervous here. She stopped in a few villages on her way to the Dale, but not for long. The responses she got were... Mixed, to say the least. And the talk of murder isn't helping.

She ambles over to the bar itself, and hops up onto a seat. Even with the seat, she has to stand up to see over it, and asks the barkeep Can I... Um... Get something not too strong? I've never really drank much before, but... Um... Yeah... she says, petering out at the end.

[PartyOfRogues]

The innkeeper, a gruff older man approaches you as you sit down, ”We’ve got ale and not much else, although you don’t seem the type to drink.”

[Ramsus]

https://i.pinimg.com/564x/fd/fc/a5/fdfca5d80596d94071122fea5218f7dc.jpg
Adrie Ilphelnodel (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2358402)
Snow Elf Cleric of Silvanus
AC: 18 HP: 11/11
PP: 17 PIv: 10 PIs: 17
Conditions: --
Concentration: --

Adrie upon noticing the dwarven woman is looking at her just walks right over to them and very bluntly, though not harshly (in fact a bit softly), says, "I noticed you watching me. Do you need something of me?"

[JRKlein]

https://i.imgur.com/LGCUHMm.jpg
Forest Wind [Sheet] (https://www.dndbeyond.com/profile/JRKlein/characters/40737147)
Tabaxi Warlock 1
Initiative: +2 | AC: 12 | P.Perception: 12
HP: 10/10

A tabaxi steps in and shakes off the snow that had accumulated on their fur. "Yeeeesh. I don't mind the cold, but I wish it were a little warmer," they quip.

[JNAProductions]

The innkeeper, a gruff older man approaches you as you sit down, ”We’ve got ale and not much else, although you don’t seem the type to drink.”

Barbara looks away. Yeah, you're right...

She awkwardly shuffles off the chair, and joins Adrie near the dwarf. I'm used to getting looks-but you seem interested in more than just me.

[Lord of Gifts]

https://i.pinimg.com/originals/cf/e9/4b/cfe94b73f4d1587cb4c88615789fff76.png
Alaric Stormborn (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2361082)
AC: 17 | HP: 16 | Current: 16 | Hit Dice: 1d12
Passive Perception: 14 | Passive Insight: 12
Rage: 2/2
Active Effects: None
Conditions: None


As Alaric arrived in the Dale, all he heard was talk of murder. Suspicious eyes seemed to follow him everywhere, and the constant oppressive darkness did nothing to ease the tension. Eager for a drink to soothe his nerves, and some concrete information on the situation, he headed over to the nearest tavern.

The innkeeper was hardly friendly, but served his ale without issue. Surveying the room, Alaric noticed the gathering crowd, and the dwarf whose stare seemed more meaningful than most. He strode over confidently to join them, drink in hand. "Do you have any other theories?" he asked, gesturing at the drunk rumourmongers as he addressed the dwarf.

[Wooloo]

In a corner of the inn, a young Tabaxi fighter had spent most of the evening playing darts against a particularly skillful halfling. Although his aim was sharp and reliable, the Tabaxi ended up losing quite a bit of coin to his adversary.

He notices the watchful eyes of this stern dwarven lady, and he means to approach the table and start a conversation.

But he sees an elf and a strong looking man already asked the question he had in mind. “What does this dwarven lady want? And what is her opinion about the mysterious killer?”
This Tabaxi will wait for her answers before approaching her table in a friendly, yet respectful manner.

[PartyOfRogues]

”That dwarf was a friend of mine, but the speakers aren’t bothering to investigate the killings, and I’m too old to do it myself, but you seem to be armed and able enough to do it, at least better than this lot.” she says, gesturing to the group drinking together at the bar, ”I’ll give you 100 gold if you can find who’s doing this and kill them. You interested?”

[Drakeburn]

Evendur has just arrived in the Dale, and already people look at him with suspicion. The young man tried to pay their looks no mind as he made his way into the tavern and to the bar without taking off his hood.

"One ale please." He said as he took his seat.

Evendur was still a bit uneasy from what the fortune teller had told him about his fortune. He thought he'd be safe when he's so far from home, but now he started to doubt it now that he has heard about the murders. When he does get his drink, he takes a big sip to ease his nerves. He minds his own business as he finishes his mug of ale and asks the innkeeper for another.

[JNAProductions]

Barbara responds, saying No payment needed. I came here because I heard of ill omens, and I wanted to help.

[JRKlein]

https://i.imgur.com/LGCUHMm.jpg
Forest Wind [Sheet] (https://www.dndbeyond.com/profile/JRKlein/characters/40737147)
Tabaxi Warlock 1
Initiative: +2 | AC: 12 | P.Perception: 12
HP: 10/10

Wind notices the gathering crowd and decides to go over to join them. "100 gold to do something I would've done anyway? Sold."

[Ramsus]

https://i.pinimg.com/564x/fd/fc/a5/fdfca5d80596d94071122fea5218f7dc.jpg
Adrie Ilphelnodel (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2358402)
Snow Elf Cleric of Silvanus
AC: 18 HP: 11/11
PP: 17 PIv: 15 PIs: 22
Conditions: --
Concentration: --

Adrie considers for a lengthy moment and finally says, "This is not the kind of task I would normally take on, but I could use the gold. So I accept." Internally she wishes that task had involved something that would lead her out of the throngs of people, rather than further into them.

[Wooloo]

Hearing the promise of reward, Drum quickly shuffles his feet and hurries to the table where all heroes are gathering

He speaks in fluent dwarvish:

“Greetings madam! My name is Poem of the Drum, nice to meet you! I have recently lost most of my funds in a game of darts, which puts me in dire need of finding a job. I’m at your service, with bow, claws and heart!”

Looking at his new companions, he speaks in the common tongue:

"Hello, my new friends! You may call me Drum and you may count on my arrows to hit our foes without fail."

He takes a longer look at Forest, measuring the other Tabaxi and trying to figure out if they might be cousins.

[Lord of Gifts]

https://i.pinimg.com/originals/cf/e9/4b/cfe94b73f4d1587cb4c88615789fff76.png
Alaric Stormborn (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2361082)
AC: 17 | HP: 16 | Current: 16 | Hit Dice: 1d12
Passive Perception: 14 | Passive Insight: 12
Rage: 2/2
Active Effects: None
Conditions: None


Alaric considered the proposition for a moment. The woman seemed sincere, and he could use the gold. Besides, without a crew, he didn't have many other options. Might as well try something helpful.

He chuckled as the bat woman refused payment. Not the strangest thing he'd ever seen, but it was up there. "I'll take her share. Any idea where we should start?"

[Drakeburn]

Evendur decided to take another look at the elderly dwarf woman to see if she was still staring at him, only when he did so that he overheard about gold. From what he could guess, the dwarf was looking for capable hands for a job. The young bard then decided to check his own coin pouch to count his money, and found that he had very little left. He had spent most of it on his journey to get here.

So he finished his second ale, paid for the ale that he had, and came over to the group as he took off his hood.

"Salutations folks. I couldn't help but to overhear, but if I may ask, would this job by any chance happen to be a six person job?"

[PartyOfRogues]

”The other two murders were in Easthaven and Targos, try asking around there, see who’s been through town.”

[Ramsus]

https://i.pinimg.com/564x/fd/fc/a5/fdfca5d80596d94071122fea5218f7dc.jpg
Adrie Ilphelnodel (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2358402)
Snow Elf Cleric of Silvanus
AC: 18 HP: 11/11
PP: 17 PIv: 15 PIs: 22
Conditions: --
Concentration: --

"Well met Poem of the Drum. I am called Adrie Ilphelnodel. A cleric of the god Silvanus." Adrie returns the greeting in a somewhat stilted practiced manner. Though she almost forgets to offer a hand to shake. There's no indication she thinks his greeting is at all unusual. Though the reason behind that is that she isn't sure what passes for normal behavior in these parts.

[JNAProductions]

I'm Barbara Gordon, daughter of a knight of the realm. Er... A realm, I guess-not this realm, she says by way of introduction.

[JRKlein]

https://i.imgur.com/LGCUHMm.jpg
Forest Wind [Sheet] (https://www.dndbeyond.com/profile/JRKlein/characters/40737147)
Tabaxi Warlock 1
Initiative: +2 | AC: 12 | P.Perception: 12
HP: 10/10

"Oh, are we doing introductions now? My name is Forest Wind. You all can call me Wind."

[Drakeburn]

"Well, if that's the case, then I am.. Taman Helder. At your service." He says with a bow, hesitating for a moment when he realized that he shouldn't give away his real name in hopes that he can avoid his fate.

Deception check: [roll0]

[JNAProductions]

Barbara looks at all of you, and says cheerily It's nice to meet you all! Though I do wish it was under happier circumstances... Still. We'll work together to make sure no one else gets hurt.

1+6=7

[Wooloo]

Poem looks happy. He had always wanted to be in a band of heroes and this seems like a really fantastic group. Each hero able and competent in their own area of expertise.

He then turns to the Dwarven patron and speaks in the common tongue to the benefit of the others:

“We will find you the killer and bring him in chains, alive for your authorities to do the justice they see fit. I know one thing of two about the fairness of dwarven tribunals.”

“Now we must know, what is the name you go by, Madam? And where should we find you when the mission is complete?”

The tabaxi fighter looks out the window and complains about the weather.
“Is it nighttime already? Or is the blizzard still covering the sun? Maybe we should find rooms and take on the road once morning comes.”

[Wooloo]

Drum talks to his new companions.

“Before we leave, I need to make some arrangements. I’ll check my gear and say goodbye to a few friends. Can we meet back here in a couple of hours? I won’t be long.”

Before leaving, the tabaxi fighter takes another long look at Forest.

“Kinda looks like my cousin Coals… Or my aunt Jewel…? Nah, maybe I’m just imagining.”

Drum navigates the streets of Bryn Shander to the best of his ability trying to find his old friend Beldora.
If he does find her, he’ll ask:

“How are you doing, old gal? I’ve brought you a bowl of hot stew and a loaf of bread. Well… Took me a minute to find you, so the stew isn’t really hot anymore.
I’m going to Targos and Easthaven to look into some recent murders..
Have you heard anything that might be useful? Any advice for a dashing cat such as myself?”

[Lord of Gifts]

https://i.pinimg.com/originals/cf/e9/4b/cfe94b73f4d1587cb4c88615789fff76.png
Alaric Stormborn (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2361082)
AC: 17 | HP: 16 | Current: 16 | Hit Dice: 1d12
Passive Perception: 14 | Passive Insight: 12
Rage: 2/2
Active Effects: None
Conditions: None


"They call me Alaric Stormborn. Pleased to make your acquaintance," he said, by way of introduction.

"There isn't much sun this far north," he interjected, as Drum complained about the weather. "Even less so recently, from what I hear. So, we could be waiting a while."

[JNAProductions]

I'm okay with the dark. It feels comforting-not so much the cold, though, Barbara says. We should probably head for Easthaven first-if my maps are right, that's the closest.

[Ramsus]

https://i.pinimg.com/564x/fd/fc/a5/fdfca5d80596d94071122fea5218f7dc.jpg
Adrie Ilphelnodel (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2358402)
Snow Elf Cleric of Silvanus
AC: 18 HP: 11/11
PP: 17 PIv: 15 PIs: 22
Conditions: --
Concentration: --

"I am used to the cold and the dark. I am ready to leave when you all are." Adrie says, looking forward to the moment they leave this crowded (by her standards) establishment.

[PartyOfRogues]

”I’d rather you bring him in dead than back here, if the speakers cared they’d have done something about it. My name is Hiln by the way, I’ll still be here when you get back.” she says, before finishing her drink and exiting the tavern.

After a few minutes of searching, you manage to find Beldora in the market on a street corner near the town center, she gladly accepts the meal and begins to eat it while talking with you ”I think the murders might be connected to one of the traders, they’re the only people who travel regularly enough around here, the few that have been here recently are Torg’s, who left yesterday heading East, Kerric and Hough, who left a few nights ago to the West, and Brennig Co., who’re leaving tomorrow morning to Termalaine to see about some issue in the mines. Though if you don’t mind me asking, why are you looking into the murders, find something interesting?”

[Wooloo]

“So far, I know nothing of relevance, I just want to put an end to these killings. Once I find some information, I’ll come back and share with you. Goodbye, old girl. Take care of yourself out here.”

Drum returns to the tavern and speaks to the group of adventurers:

“I’m ready to move out. Let’s go to Easthaven!”

[JNAProductions]

Barbara looks at the sky, a touch nervous of inclement weather. As the group starts to depart, she walks next to Alaric. She asks him If the weather starts to turn bad, and I can't fly safely, would it be possible for you to help me along? I am not a fast walker on land.

[Lord of Gifts]

https://i.pinimg.com/originals/cf/e9/4b/cfe94b73f4d1587cb4c88615789fff76.png
Alaric Stormborn (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2361082)
AC: 17 | HP: 16 | Current: 16 | Hit Dice: 1d12
Passive Perception: 14 | Passive Insight: 12
Rage: 2/2
Active Effects: None
Conditions: None


Alaric nodded at Hiln’s comment. If the authorities weren’t interested, he wasn’t opposed to serving his own justice. He didn’t voice that thought though, not knowing how his new companions would react.

The bat, Barbara, approached him as they left, and expressed concern about the journey. "Shouldn’t be a problem," he reassured her. "I’m quick enough, and you don’t look very heavy."

[JNAProductions]

Barbara smiles. It's an odd expression on her bat face, but she's worked to get it close enough to normal humanoid smiles to make it more reassuring and less uncanny. Thank you.

[PartyOfRogues]

After concluding your business, you start on the Eastway, the most traveled road in Ten-Towns, headed from Bryn-Shander to Easthaven. The trip takes most of the day, and it is slipping into evening as you arrive in Easthaven. As you head towards the center of the town, you see that a large crowd has gathered in front of the town hall, you see a tall human in simple robes bound to a stake and gagged. Two members of the town’s militia approach with torches, lighting bundles of straw tucked around his feet. Fanned by the wind, the fire catches quickly, and the man does not struggle or scream as he is engulfed in the flames. Bundled up spectators move closer to the bonfire, warmed by its intense heat.

[JRKlein]

https://i.imgur.com/LGCUHMm.jpg
Forest Wind [Sheet] (https://www.dndbeyond.com/profile/JRKlein/characters/40737147)
Tabaxi Warlock 1
Initiative: +2 | AC: 12 | P.Perception: 12
HP: 10/10

Wind cringes as he witnesses the execution. "Oh, yikes. What did that guy do...?"

[Drakeburn]

The young bard stayed quiet as he went along with the group. The sight of the man bound and gagged at the stake made him feel uneasy, making him wonder if a time will come that the same would happen to him. The young bard just pulled down his hood and averted his eyes from what was happening.

[JNAProductions]

Barbara stays towards the middle of the group when she sees this. She doesn't know why he's there, but she does know she can't help him now, and is worried alongside Taman about being there herself.

[Wooloo]

Poem of the Drum (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2357949)
Tabaxi Fighter 1
AC: 15 | HP: 12/12 | HD: 1/1d10
Quiver: 20 arrows
Second Wind: 1/1
PP: 12 PInv: 9 PIns: 12
Conditions: none




“NOOO!!!”

Without a second thought, Drum rushes to the fire, pushing aside spectators and whoever might be on the way.
The young tabaxi tries his best to put out the flames, desperately grabbing chunks of ice and snow from the ground and throwing it at the fire, then removing his cloak and trying to use it to reduce the flames.

When all fails, the frantic hero will use his bare hands to untie the man, regardless of how hot or dangerous the fire has grown.

[Ramsus]

https://i.pinimg.com/564x/fd/fc/a5/fdfca5d80596d94071122fea5218f7dc.jpg
Adrie Ilphelnodel (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2358402)
Snow Elf Cleric of Silvanus
AC: 18 HP: 11/11
PP: 17 PIv: 15 PIs: 22
Conditions: --
Concentration: --

Adrie utters a curse word in elvish and a few other words under her breath and tries to pull Poem of the Drum away from the fire by the time he's aiming to untie the burning man with his hands. "No young one, we do not interfere with their ways." she says, in her panic to prevent Poem from hurting himself, accidentally reverting to acting like he's a child in her tribe who doesn't yet understand the consequences for the tribe as a whole for interfering in their forms of justice or religious practices.

But she might as well be trying to uproot a tree for all the good her attempt does.


Athletics: [roll0] + [roll1] from Guidance

[Drakeburn]

The young bard's eyes widen with shock horror as he sees one of his acquaintances rush to the robed man's rescue while another tries to stop him. The bard then follows the pursuit of the foolish tabaxi, pulling out his lute so that he can use his magic to hopefully avoid provoking an angry mob to come after his acquaintances.

I'm going to cast Sleep on the crowd and the militiamen.

[roll0] for the total number of hit points of creatures this spell will affect.

[Lord of Gifts]

https://i.pinimg.com/originals/cf/e9/4b/cfe94b73f4d1587cb4c88615789fff76.png
Alaric Stormborn (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2361082)
AC: 17 | HP: 16 | Current: 16 | Hit Dice: 1d12
Passive Perception: 14 | Passive Insight: 12
Rage: 2/2
Active Effects: None
Conditions: None


Public executions said nothing good about the state of affairs in Easthaven. The group didn’t know what crimes the man might have committed, but given the tensions in region, it was doubtful he had received much of a trial. Still, it was too late to save him, so there was no point interfering.

Then Drum rushed through the crowd, up to the fire. Maybe it was brave, but it seemed futile, and a good way to alienate townsfolk that were already wary of strangers. Evendur lashed out with magic, ensorcelling the crowd, and risking further escalation. Worried the situation was spiralling out of control, Alaric instinctively grasped the haft of his axe. He didn’t want to cut down these townsfolk, but he wouldn’t end up on a pyre while he still drew breath.

[PartyOfRogues]

As you run up to the pyre, the crowd moves out of the way as you shove past them, however one of the militiamen attempts to grab you as you get close.
[roll0]
Three of the crowd as well as one of the militiamen fall to the ground, enchanted by your spell. Seeing them collapse, the crowd starts to exit quickly in a state of mild panic. Hearing the commotion, two more militiamen come out of the town hall, calling back inside for some help.
Roll Initiative
Militiamen: [roll1]

[Wooloo]

Poem of the Drum (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2357949)
Tabaxi Fighter 1
AC: 15 | HP: 12/12 | HD: 1/1d10
Quiver: 20 arrows
Second Wind: 1/1
PP: 12 PInv: 9 PIns: 12
Conditions: none




“What did he do?? Why are you burning a person alive?!?”

initiative: [roll0]
Actions: Dodge action. Drum will not draw any weapons.
He has no interest in fighting the militiamen.

[Ramsus]

https://i.pinimg.com/564x/fd/fc/a5/fdfca5d80596d94071122fea5218f7dc.jpg
Adrie Ilphelnodel (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2358402)
Snow Elf Cleric of Silvanus
AC: 18 HP: 11/11
PP: 17 PIv: 15 PIs: 22
Conditions: --
Concentration: --

Adrie realizes she's just being dragged along and lets go of Poem. Then she sees the militiamen and throws her hands out wide to show she's not wielding any weapons and says, "We apologize for the sensitive one's offense. He doesn't know any better."


Not making a persuasion check here. Just doing the Help action to give advantage to the first person who does. Or something similar enough.

[JNAProductions]

Barbara shifts nervously. She understands why Drum is doing what he's doing-but at the same time, she's worried that one of her friends will end up on there with the man. She stays near Alaric, clutching her druidic focus and staying behind him.

[PartyOfRogues]

A woman in a tailored coat and a fur hat comes out of the town hall, followed by another guard, shouting slightly to make sure she is heard, ”Lay does your weapons, what are you doing here!”

[Wooloo]

Poem of the Drum (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2357949)
Tabaxi Fighter 1
AC: 15 | HP: 12/12 | HD: 1/1d10
Quiver: 20 arrows
Second Wind: 1/1
PP: 12 PInv: 9 PIns: 12
Conditions: none




“We came to track down a killer. Little did I know we’d find a whole town of killers! What madness is this?”

[Ramsus]

https://i.pinimg.com/564x/fd/fc/a5/fdfca5d80596d94071122fea5218f7dc.jpg
Adrie Ilphelnodel (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2358402)
Snow Elf Cleric of Silvanus
AC: 18 HP: 11/11
PP: 17 PIv: 15 PIs: 22
Conditions: --
Concentration: --

"Please stop making it worse." Adried says to Poem in a somewhat quiet defeated tone.

[Lord of Gifts]

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Alaric Stormborn (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2361082)
AC: 17 | HP: 16 | Current: 16 | Hit Dice: 1d12
Passive Perception: 14 | Passive Insight: 12
Rage: 2/2
Active Effects: None
Conditions: None


As the woman approached from the town hall, Alaric made a decision. Nobody was dead yet, save the man in the fire, so maybe they could recover. If he started killing they would have to flee town, and would likely be pursued. Even if they all escaped, they would never be able to find the murderer like that.

So, he cast down his axe, and held out his hands in a gesture of peace. "We come from Bryn Shander, to find a murderer. Some of my companions are a little nervous, but we have no quarrel with you."

[JNAProductions]

Barbara mutters Yeah, nervous indeed... She's still behind Alaric, her knuckles white with their grip.

[PartyOfRogues]

”He killed a group of adventurers that had helped us before, this is meant to deter anyone from doing it again. Now I heard you saying something about looking for another murderer?”

[Wooloo]

Poem of the Drum (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2357949)
Tabaxi Fighter 1
AC: 15 | HP: 12/12 | HD: 1/1d10
Quiver: 20 arrows
Second Wind: 1/1
PP: 12 PInv: 9 PIns: 12
Conditions: none




Drum calms down.
Enough so that the militiamen don’t have to restrain him any longer.
His eyes are heavy with tears and he looks at the bright fire burning the man a few feet away from him. “So I was trying to help a dangerous criminal, who killed a bunch of people.” This realization crushes him with regret.

Drum looks at the woman in the nice tailored coat and says with a voice loaded in regret and embarassment:
“I… I apologize for the comotion. Please don’t hold it against my companions, I acted out of my own witless impulses.”
The young tabaxi takes a few steps towards the woman and continues.
“Yes, we are in pursuit of a killer. Is there a place we could talk in private? If not me, at least grant an audience to my allies, they do come here with the most noble of intentions.”

[PartyOfRogues]

”Come with me to my office, we can discuss more there.” she says, leading you into the town hall, past a reception area and into a room lined with desks. Waiting for everyone to be seated before talking again, “So, you’re looking for a killer, tell me what you know, and I’ll help as best I can.”

[Wooloo]

Poem of the Drum (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2357949)
Tabaxi Fighter 1
AC: 15 | HP: 12/12 | HD: 1/1d10
Quiver: 20 arrows
Second Wind: 1/1
PP: 12 PInv: 9 PIns: 12
Conditions: none




“Well.. We were hoping to find more information here. I’m sure you are aware, in the past month three people were killed. A halfling trapper, right here in Easthaven, a human shipbuilder in Targos, and, three days ago, a dwarf glassblower back in Bryn Shander, where we came from. All three were wound with a dagger of ice through their chest.”

Drum thinks for a moment.

“The halfling trapper.. Where was he found? Could we take a look at the scene?”

[Lord of Gifts]

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Alaric Stormborn (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2361082)
AC: 17 | HP: 16 | Current: 16 | Hit Dice: 1d12
Passive Perception: 14 | Passive Insight: 12
Rage: 2/2
Active Effects: None
Conditions: None


"We were hired to investigate by a friend of the victim in Bryn Shander. There were no clear answers there, but we were hoping to pick up a trail here."

[PartyOfRogues]

”The scene was cleaned up and he was buried about a week ago, though you’re welcome to head to his house and see what you can find, talk to anyone who might’ve known him.” She give you directions to his house, near the western edge of the town, telling one of the guards to head with you to help and keep an eye on you.

[Ramsus]

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Adrie Ilphelnodel (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2358402)
Snow Elf Cleric of Silvanus
AC: 18 HP: 11/11
PP: 17 PIv: 15 PIs: 22
Conditions: --
Concentration: --

"Thank you." Adrie says and almost immediately begins heading the direction they were pointed, not that she's quite sure how much help she'll be in this.

[Wooloo]

Poem of the Drum (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2357949)
Tabaxi Fighter 1
AC: 15 | HP: 12/12 | HD: 1/1d10
Quiver: 20 arrows
Second Wind: 1/1
PP: 12 PInv: 9 PIns: 12
Conditions: none




Drum follows the party to the halfling’s home.
He approaches the elf, Adrie:
“Thank you for trying to help earlier. I’m sorry I lost my mind… Never had seen a person being burned alive before.”

[Ramsus]

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Adrie Ilphelnodel (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2358402)
Snow Elf Cleric of Silvanus
AC: 18 HP: 11/11
PP: 17 PIv: 15 PIs: 22
Conditions: --
Concentration: --

"You are welcome and forgiven Poem of the Drum. It is a hard lesson to learn that sometimes we must let nature take its course, even in situations where it is ugly, so that the tribe might thrive." she replies and claps a hand on his shoulder with a very slight smile.

[JNAProductions]

"It's... It's hard," Barbara says. "Let's just... Move on to helping."

[roll0] Perception, Survival, whatever's needed. Adjust the mod as needed, if any check is called for.

[PartyOfRogues]

The guard leads you through the town to a small cabin, it is quite cold and dark as you enter, the fireplace on the left wall having been out for quite some time, although there is a pile of chopped firewood stacked next to it. There is a small table as well as a couple chairs and a large cabinet against the back wall. On your right is a doorway and a short bookcase with a small collection of books on it.

[Wooloo]

Poem of the Drum (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2357949)
Tabaxi Fighter 1
AC: 15 | HP: 12/12 | HD: 1/1d10
Quiver: 20 arrows
Second Wind: 1/1
PP: 12 PInv: 9 PIns: 12
Conditions: none




“Did he live alone..?”

Drum will open the cabinet against the back wall and try to find anything that stands out or any clues about the killer.
“We should try to find his diary. If the victim kept a personal journal, he might have written something about someone out to get him. Maybe a grudge, or an old rivalry.”

Perception check: [roll0]
Investigation check: [roll1]

[Ramsus]

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Adrie Ilphelnodel (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2358402)
Snow Elf Cleric of Silvanus
AC: 18 HP: 11/11
PP: 17 PIv: 15 PIs: 22
Conditions: --
Concentration: --

Adrie joins in in looking for any clues. Including tracks of anyone or anything that seems out of place.


Perception: [roll0]
Survival: [roll1]

Investigation: [roll2]
advantage from racial feature: [roll3]

[Lord of Gifts]

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Alaric Stormborn (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2361082)
AC: 17 | HP: 16 | Current: 16 | Hit Dice: 1d12
Passive Perception: 14 | Passive Insight: 12
Rage: 2/2
Active Effects: None
Conditions: None


Alaric wasn't much of a detective, but he did know a little about tracking. Leaving Drum and Adrie to search the cabin, he stepped outside to look for traces of movement.


Survival: [roll0]

[PartyOfRogues]

Drum: In the cabinet you find a couple plates and bowls, cutlery, and some food that seems to have a bit of mold on it, but nothing of much interest.

Adrie: Searching the ground for any tracks, you see where blood has slightly stained the dark wood near the table, there seems to be a pair of faintly visible humanoid bootprints in the stain.

Alaric: Searching outside doesn’t find much, the murder happened over a week ago, and even if it had been recent, the snow and wind would have quickly erased any tracks

[Wooloo]

Poem of the Drum (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2357949)
Tabaxi Fighter 1
AC: 15 | HP: 12/12 | HD: 1/1d10
Quiver: 20 arrows
Second Wind: 1/1
PP: 12 PInv: 9 PIns: 12
Conditions: none




“Aah.. no clues here. I’ll try to find any useful neighbours.”

Drum will look for nearby houses to try to find any other halflings or other people that lived nearby. He is willing to offer a few coins for any useful information.

[Ramsus]

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Adrie Ilphelnodel (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2358402)
Snow Elf Cleric of Silvanus
AC: 18 HP: 11/11
PP: 17 PIv: 15 PIs: 22
Conditions: --
Concentration: --

Adrie holds up a hand, trying to signal the others to stop moving, and says, "I found a set of tracks." and then she begins following them to the best of her ability.