Banewarrens d20 (Angelsboi's party)
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diaglo
Adventurer
Minty freshness
Bartol thought, “The room we are in could only belong to the Ogre, Ulfe.”
He studied the outlined door. There were crude designs in blood all over the wall and the door. He found the mechanism to open it. Another thought occurred to him. “This room beyond must contain the Clan’s treasure hoard.”
Timmay translated the scribbling. It was hobgoblin graffiti. Roughly it said this was not a healthy place to enter, an obvious ruse by the Ogre to keep his subordinates out. Bartol ignored the writing on the wall. He opened the door. Inside, coins were scattered or piled throughout the room. The party gasped. Bernedette quickly mumbled a soft cant. She pointed out areas that radiated a magical aura. There was magic inside. Timmay also crept forward for a look. Thane hung back by the other door. Dorik and the dirt farmers milled about.
Erik and Alrissian opened the other hidden door. They both entered the room beyond. Stacks of dead hobgoblins and their things were located against the far wall. Bunks and loose chairs completed the rest of the décor. A stench of the beginnings of decay emanated from the bodies. Alrissian found another well crafted and concealed door behind the bodies.
Bartol marveled at the treasure. More coins in one place than he had ever seen. He moved into the room for a more thorough count. Magic. The coins began to swirl and coalesce. Bartol ran. They formed the outline of a Dragon. A dragon constructed of coins.
“DRAGGGGOONNNN,” Bartol screamed. He bowled over Thane on his way out of the room. Bartol was in no shape to handle even one lone cat, much less a dragon. He ran down the hall and into the room with Alrissian and Erik still screaming. Bernedette quickly closed the door. The coins dropped to the ground.
“What do we do now?” Timmay asked in a calm voice.
“We prepare,” Thane replied as he picked himself up and dusted off. “There are too many goodies in there for us to let the hobgoblins recover.”
Bartol ran thru the door Alrissian was just opening. He ran on. He found another secret door and the way back out. He turned back when he realized no one had followed him.
“I’ve found the way out,” he said sheepishly upon his return.
Bartol thought, “The room we are in could only belong to the Ogre, Ulfe.”
He studied the outlined door. There were crude designs in blood all over the wall and the door. He found the mechanism to open it. Another thought occurred to him. “This room beyond must contain the Clan’s treasure hoard.”
Timmay translated the scribbling. It was hobgoblin graffiti. Roughly it said this was not a healthy place to enter, an obvious ruse by the Ogre to keep his subordinates out. Bartol ignored the writing on the wall. He opened the door. Inside, coins were scattered or piled throughout the room. The party gasped. Bernedette quickly mumbled a soft cant. She pointed out areas that radiated a magical aura. There was magic inside. Timmay also crept forward for a look. Thane hung back by the other door. Dorik and the dirt farmers milled about.
Erik and Alrissian opened the other hidden door. They both entered the room beyond. Stacks of dead hobgoblins and their things were located against the far wall. Bunks and loose chairs completed the rest of the décor. A stench of the beginnings of decay emanated from the bodies. Alrissian found another well crafted and concealed door behind the bodies.
Bartol marveled at the treasure. More coins in one place than he had ever seen. He moved into the room for a more thorough count. Magic. The coins began to swirl and coalesce. Bartol ran. They formed the outline of a Dragon. A dragon constructed of coins.
“DRAGGGGOONNNN,” Bartol screamed. He bowled over Thane on his way out of the room. Bartol was in no shape to handle even one lone cat, much less a dragon. He ran down the hall and into the room with Alrissian and Erik still screaming. Bernedette quickly closed the door. The coins dropped to the ground.
“What do we do now?” Timmay asked in a calm voice.
“We prepare,” Thane replied as he picked himself up and dusted off. “There are too many goodies in there for us to let the hobgoblins recover.”
Bartol ran thru the door Alrissian was just opening. He ran on. He found another secret door and the way back out. He turned back when he realized no one had followed him.
“I’ve found the way out,” he said sheepishly upon his return.
diaglo
Adventurer
Let fate decide
“We rest, regain our spells, heal, and get ready,” Thane started the discourse.
“I’m leaving,” Dorik stated. “And I’m taking the dirt farmers with me.”
“Wait, Master Mason,” Timmay tried. “We really could use your help. And besides the wonderful axe you now have, perhaps, a share of the spoils will convince you?”
“You can have 30gp from my share,” Bartol offered. “I owe you that much for helping me out while I was unconscious.”
“Okay, okay,” Dorik agreed. “What do you want me to do?”
The party settled around and discussed their options. They formulated a plan. Thane cast his last two spells on Bartol. And Alrissian donated his last potion to the barbarian’s health. Still Bartol was not quite recovered. But Bartol at half mast was still a formidable force. Once they agreed upon the plan, they went to rest, to take watches, and to heal. In the morning they would let fate decide.
Bartol said his prayers to Torm. “Oh Great Torm, hear my plea. If I should die tomorrow, let me die in your service and for the good of my companions.”
(OoC: This was where I had to leave. Angelsboi will let you and I know what happened next. I still don't know.)
“We rest, regain our spells, heal, and get ready,” Thane started the discourse.
“I’m leaving,” Dorik stated. “And I’m taking the dirt farmers with me.”
“Wait, Master Mason,” Timmay tried. “We really could use your help. And besides the wonderful axe you now have, perhaps, a share of the spoils will convince you?”
“You can have 30gp from my share,” Bartol offered. “I owe you that much for helping me out while I was unconscious.”
“Okay, okay,” Dorik agreed. “What do you want me to do?”
The party settled around and discussed their options. They formulated a plan. Thane cast his last two spells on Bartol. And Alrissian donated his last potion to the barbarian’s health. Still Bartol was not quite recovered. But Bartol at half mast was still a formidable force. Once they agreed upon the plan, they went to rest, to take watches, and to heal. In the morning they would let fate decide.
Bartol said his prayers to Torm. “Oh Great Torm, hear my plea. If I should die tomorrow, let me die in your service and for the good of my companions.”
(OoC: This was where I had to leave. Angelsboi will let you and I know what happened next. I still don't know.)
Angelsboi
First Post
A Minted Dragon
((OK, so now i get to finish the regaling tale of what happened to us. Let's see how good i do ...))
The group readied their spells. Bernedette was decked out in thin, black spiked leather armor that appeared when she commanded that Corellon protect her and she called forth five images of herself, all in the same armor, carrying the same crossbow, with the same messed up (yet returning) hair.
"Great. Instead of one useless caster, we have six." Chided Eric the fighter.
"Can it Eric." Retalliated the young caller.
"So, whats the plan Bernedette?" Asked Thane getting ready.
The entire group was shocked and turned to Thane seeing if it was really him or someone in disguise. Bernedette looked to Thane.
"You have never asked me about battle strategy. Why are yuo starting now?"
Thane looked at her. "Good point. Lets do the usual."
"Charge blindly and hope to live?" Asked Bernedette.
"Isn't that always the plan?" Asked Timmay.
The secret stone door was opened once again as Thane started his nature work against the rough ceiling and it became clay and started to give. Timmay glued and webbed the floor, hoping to stop the coins from forming into the draconic beast that formed from them. The room was small and the party was plenty. The dwarf waited for the word 'now' so he could tumble in and take out the dragon.
The dragon reared back and breathed gold and silver coins full force at the people in the doorway. Bartol, Bernedette, Thane and Eric took the brunt of the blunt coins.
"Now?" asked the dwarf.
"Steady. Steady. Hold it." said Timmay.
Thane still continued to work the ceiling making it from clay to mud, dropping and covering the floor.
"Come forth creature of metal and spires, hear me now and follow my desires!" Bernedette called out as a creature of human size appeared to help Eric and Alrission who followed into the fray. "ATTACK!"
"Now?" asked the dwarf.
"NOW!" Shouted Timmay, Bernedette and Thane.
The wily rogue tumbled into the fray to attack the dragon. His waraxe passing through much as Erics had. "Fools! This is a fool's mission!" He tried to leave but was stuck inlace, thanks to Timmay's glue. "Ack! Magic!"
Thane got wise and handed Bartol his magic club. "Here."
Bartol charged into the fray and started attacking it along with everyone else. While everyone was missing it, Bartol's strikes were sound and true. Soon the draconic beast of coins took its last hit as something from where its heart was went flying into the mud. The coins fell to the ground in a small tinkling sound. It sounded like crystal rain.
"Is it ... gone?" asked Bernedette.
Thane walked up to Bartol. "Thank you." Thane quickly grabbed his club back. Bernedette thought she almost heard a 'Yoink' sound.
"Well, no time like resting up." Eric said.
Thane and Bernedette looked at each other and then at Timmay. "And like diving for gold!"
Timmay and Bernedette were the first to leap into the room of mud and start searching for coins.
"Ya know Bernie, we need to remember this."
"I know Timmay. We can do this at Peldans Helm's next tournament. Midget Mage Mud Wrestling. I can do Reduce on myself." She smiled and Timmay chuckled as they shared their own private joke.
The entire group started searching the small 15ft by 15ft room and they found what was in the chest of the coined dragon. It was a rapier with dwarvisha nd elvish writing on it. The crosshilt was of dragon wings while the pommel was the dragons chest and head. The eyes were saphires and the dwarvish writing declaired it was to be used in guarding the treasury at Myth Drannor. Bernedette gasped. She translated the elvish writing to declair its name was Hordemaster. It had a special mark of Durgeddon.
It took 2 days for the group to recover and get the treasure they had recovered from the hobgoblins crypt and the last stand of Hordemaster and the company.
Master Mason declaired he would take the humans back to the town and Timmay gave him his share of the treasure so far. He then proceeded to tell the group of a door inside the keep that the ogres wanted him to open but he refused. He told them they couldn't open it either. Timmay took note of this and both he and Thane sent word back to their respective families that they were ok. The group bid Master Mason and the two scarred humans Bernedette had befriended farewell to continue their search of the mountain home.
((OK, so now i get to finish the regaling tale of what happened to us. Let's see how good i do ...))
The group readied their spells. Bernedette was decked out in thin, black spiked leather armor that appeared when she commanded that Corellon protect her and she called forth five images of herself, all in the same armor, carrying the same crossbow, with the same messed up (yet returning) hair.
"Great. Instead of one useless caster, we have six." Chided Eric the fighter.
"Can it Eric." Retalliated the young caller.
"So, whats the plan Bernedette?" Asked Thane getting ready.
The entire group was shocked and turned to Thane seeing if it was really him or someone in disguise. Bernedette looked to Thane.
"You have never asked me about battle strategy. Why are yuo starting now?"
Thane looked at her. "Good point. Lets do the usual."
"Charge blindly and hope to live?" Asked Bernedette.
"Isn't that always the plan?" Asked Timmay.
The secret stone door was opened once again as Thane started his nature work against the rough ceiling and it became clay and started to give. Timmay glued and webbed the floor, hoping to stop the coins from forming into the draconic beast that formed from them. The room was small and the party was plenty. The dwarf waited for the word 'now' so he could tumble in and take out the dragon.
The dragon reared back and breathed gold and silver coins full force at the people in the doorway. Bartol, Bernedette, Thane and Eric took the brunt of the blunt coins.
"Now?" asked the dwarf.
"Steady. Steady. Hold it." said Timmay.
Thane still continued to work the ceiling making it from clay to mud, dropping and covering the floor.
"Come forth creature of metal and spires, hear me now and follow my desires!" Bernedette called out as a creature of human size appeared to help Eric and Alrission who followed into the fray. "ATTACK!"
"Now?" asked the dwarf.
"NOW!" Shouted Timmay, Bernedette and Thane.
The wily rogue tumbled into the fray to attack the dragon. His waraxe passing through much as Erics had. "Fools! This is a fool's mission!" He tried to leave but was stuck inlace, thanks to Timmay's glue. "Ack! Magic!"
Thane got wise and handed Bartol his magic club. "Here."
Bartol charged into the fray and started attacking it along with everyone else. While everyone was missing it, Bartol's strikes were sound and true. Soon the draconic beast of coins took its last hit as something from where its heart was went flying into the mud. The coins fell to the ground in a small tinkling sound. It sounded like crystal rain.
"Is it ... gone?" asked Bernedette.
Thane walked up to Bartol. "Thank you." Thane quickly grabbed his club back. Bernedette thought she almost heard a 'Yoink' sound.
"Well, no time like resting up." Eric said.
Thane and Bernedette looked at each other and then at Timmay. "And like diving for gold!"
Timmay and Bernedette were the first to leap into the room of mud and start searching for coins.
"Ya know Bernie, we need to remember this."
"I know Timmay. We can do this at Peldans Helm's next tournament. Midget Mage Mud Wrestling. I can do Reduce on myself." She smiled and Timmay chuckled as they shared their own private joke.
The entire group started searching the small 15ft by 15ft room and they found what was in the chest of the coined dragon. It was a rapier with dwarvisha nd elvish writing on it. The crosshilt was of dragon wings while the pommel was the dragons chest and head. The eyes were saphires and the dwarvish writing declaired it was to be used in guarding the treasury at Myth Drannor. Bernedette gasped. She translated the elvish writing to declair its name was Hordemaster. It had a special mark of Durgeddon.
It took 2 days for the group to recover and get the treasure they had recovered from the hobgoblins crypt and the last stand of Hordemaster and the company.
Master Mason declaired he would take the humans back to the town and Timmay gave him his share of the treasure so far. He then proceeded to tell the group of a door inside the keep that the ogres wanted him to open but he refused. He told them they couldn't open it either. Timmay took note of this and both he and Thane sent word back to their respective families that they were ok. The group bid Master Mason and the two scarred humans Bernedette had befriended farewell to continue their search of the mountain home.
Angelsboi
First Post
Other people, All around me, Feeling Hot, Hot, Hot
During the two days the group was mining the coins and gems from the previous fight, Thane was back talking to the wolf and her cubs. He was working his naturistic ways and soon she came around. He informed her to stay there in the alcove and he would return. It was safe for her there and not adventuring with the group.
After the two days of mining and the dwarven mason and humans left the catacombs, the group found a room full of supplies that the ogre and his crew had stolen. They started to go back by where the cleric had been bludgeoned to death by both Bernedette and Thane. There was a well there and some bars in the wall that seemed to be caked with flour, blankets and matresses. Leaving it alone, they continued on into a rough rock corrider that seemed to be just left.
The group, with the exception of Bernedette, was looking everywhere for something she thought wasn't.
"Is this what you are looking for?" Thane reached up and moved a rock slightly and a door swung open.
The secret passage lead into a well made hall that lead into a dead end. After carefully searching for 20 minutes, the group found a latch that opened up the wall into a dark room still obscurred with a little smoke. The warming fire was cold and Bernedette nearly screamed at the yellowed skulls hanging from ropes on the ceilings. Some human, mostly dwarfen and other small humanoids. Timmay was not pleased.
The room with the skulls lead into a large room with many dwarven frescos and a huge door at the far side. A set of stairs lead down into the dark where trickling water and the faint sound of buzzing could be heard. As the group panned out to look around, the buzzing sound got louder.
"Damn mosquitos. Abominations!" Thane mumbled.
"Im not an abomination." Bartol cried out.
As the large creatures with long noses started to fly into the group, Erioc slew one with a hit of his blade, swinging blood everywhere. One attached itself to Bartol, who, promptly pulled it off and slammed it under foot. Two attacked Alrission and a third was looking for another tempting dinner. Timmay came to the rescue letting loose his famed silence spell. All three stirges fell. Alrission grabbed his neck and was quite pale. Eric and Bartol had fun squishing the little buggers.
The group retreated to the room with skulls so Alrission could repair himself and Thane could repray to his gods for help. The next morning, Alrission was once again up and not weak. Everyone was ready to see what was behind the mysterious door. So back into the fesco room they headed only to hear the faint buzzing sound again.
"Ok everyone, be ready!" called Eric.
Eric sliced one in twain as Timmay fell the others with a simple sleep spell. The group made their way into the room towards the door. Bernedette looked at the bars in the room filled with blankets, matresses and flours.
"Well, looks like we know where this leads." Bernedette sighes.
"Thane commented, "Stirge proof. Smart thinking."
Eric opened the door, although it had some major resistance. No sooner than the door was opened, then the group was sprayed with a thick, viscous liquid, worse than alchemists fire. Thane seemed to be blessed by the fire gods as he was unharmed.
Eric, Bartol, Bernedette, Alrission and Timmay were all on fire and only Thane could stop it. Thane helped Bartol extinquish the flames on him. Bernedette, Eric, Alrission and Timmay both fell from the pain of the fire.
Thane ran to each of them reviving them with what few minor curing abilities he had and stabalized them. Timmay came around and looked at everyone.
"Oh great. Bernedette won't shut up about this one will she?"
Thane shook his head no.
During the two days the group was mining the coins and gems from the previous fight, Thane was back talking to the wolf and her cubs. He was working his naturistic ways and soon she came around. He informed her to stay there in the alcove and he would return. It was safe for her there and not adventuring with the group.
After the two days of mining and the dwarven mason and humans left the catacombs, the group found a room full of supplies that the ogre and his crew had stolen. They started to go back by where the cleric had been bludgeoned to death by both Bernedette and Thane. There was a well there and some bars in the wall that seemed to be caked with flour, blankets and matresses. Leaving it alone, they continued on into a rough rock corrider that seemed to be just left.
The group, with the exception of Bernedette, was looking everywhere for something she thought wasn't.
"Is this what you are looking for?" Thane reached up and moved a rock slightly and a door swung open.
The secret passage lead into a well made hall that lead into a dead end. After carefully searching for 20 minutes, the group found a latch that opened up the wall into a dark room still obscurred with a little smoke. The warming fire was cold and Bernedette nearly screamed at the yellowed skulls hanging from ropes on the ceilings. Some human, mostly dwarfen and other small humanoids. Timmay was not pleased.
The room with the skulls lead into a large room with many dwarven frescos and a huge door at the far side. A set of stairs lead down into the dark where trickling water and the faint sound of buzzing could be heard. As the group panned out to look around, the buzzing sound got louder.
"Damn mosquitos. Abominations!" Thane mumbled.
"Im not an abomination." Bartol cried out.
As the large creatures with long noses started to fly into the group, Erioc slew one with a hit of his blade, swinging blood everywhere. One attached itself to Bartol, who, promptly pulled it off and slammed it under foot. Two attacked Alrission and a third was looking for another tempting dinner. Timmay came to the rescue letting loose his famed silence spell. All three stirges fell. Alrission grabbed his neck and was quite pale. Eric and Bartol had fun squishing the little buggers.
The group retreated to the room with skulls so Alrission could repair himself and Thane could repray to his gods for help. The next morning, Alrission was once again up and not weak. Everyone was ready to see what was behind the mysterious door. So back into the fesco room they headed only to hear the faint buzzing sound again.
"Ok everyone, be ready!" called Eric.
Eric sliced one in twain as Timmay fell the others with a simple sleep spell. The group made their way into the room towards the door. Bernedette looked at the bars in the room filled with blankets, matresses and flours.
"Well, looks like we know where this leads." Bernedette sighes.
"Thane commented, "Stirge proof. Smart thinking."
Eric opened the door, although it had some major resistance. No sooner than the door was opened, then the group was sprayed with a thick, viscous liquid, worse than alchemists fire. Thane seemed to be blessed by the fire gods as he was unharmed.
Eric, Bartol, Bernedette, Alrission and Timmay were all on fire and only Thane could stop it. Thane helped Bartol extinquish the flames on him. Bernedette, Eric, Alrission and Timmay both fell from the pain of the fire.
Thane ran to each of them reviving them with what few minor curing abilities he had and stabalized them. Timmay came around and looked at everyone.
"Oh great. Bernedette won't shut up about this one will she?"
Thane shook his head no.
Angelsboi
First Post
Trouble and Solutions
The group retreated as Bartol dragged the fighter Eric out, Thane grabbed Alrission and drug him out and small gnomish Timmay tried dragging Bernedette out.
"A hundred pounds my gnomish ass. Do I look like a milk maid because i think someone here is a cow!" He grunted until he saw Bernedettes backpack floating and remembered her floating spellbook.
"It helped once. Couldn't hurt to try again." He got her spellbook out and put her arms around it and used it to drag the young caller out of the room, back into the skull room.
"This is getting old." Said Thane.
The next day, Thane healed everyone and was out of spells yet once again. Bernedette came too and saw everyone, save Thane, had no hair or eyebrows.
"You all are very sweet to do this for me so I dont look so bad. I promise, i have a small cantrip that will fix this soon. I just need a couple days rest and some money."
"We have that." Thane chuckled.
Everyone looked at Timmay the hairless gnome and commented among theirselves how he appears far more intimidating with no eyebrows. The group once again treaded back into the fresco room to not hear the sounds of buzzing.
"Guess they got tired of us whipping their collective asses." Timmay noted.
"I have an idea." Bernedette said. I think i may have a way to open the door so we dont get toasted.
The smell of brimstone and the feeling of heat surrounded the group as Bernedette started chanting. "From the heat and from the fires, summon forth to fulfill my desires!"
The group didn't chuckle, wanting to see what Bernedette was about to do. A man appeared with dark red skin and the group instantly recognized it as a tiefling. Bernedette spoke in a glutteral language and the creature nodded, showing his allegiance to the young caller. It opened the door for them and the trap went off once again as the group stayed in saftey.
The fire cleared back and her creature was gone and the door was closed. "Well, it was worth a shot. i figured maybe its fire immunity -"
"No, no. It was a good idea Bernedette Timmay said. We just need a little time to figure out hwo to get back there."
"Why?" Asked Alrission and Eric.
Thane piped up. "Easy. The dwarf said that the dwarves protect their most valuables best. Id have to say as Master of Fire, this is a damned good trap. Maybe we can make the rock clay and we can pinch it together. That would take another day though."
"Another day we may not have. We have been here five already and if you pinch it, the fire may cause an explosion. We will be running out of light soon enough."
"Hey, i have lanterns and candles and blankets. We will have light." Thanke said.
Timmay chimed in. "The Dales may be cold this winter but we'll have light!"
"Well we should finish up here befre we go down there. There may be some good stuff down there."
Bernedette nodded. "I agree Thane."
The group found themselves back in the main area and checking out the previous area they had found a red glowing a couple days prior. Thane and Bernedette thought it was a forge but instead found the coals long burned out and it was just a makeshift kitchen. They all felt a cold draft and Timmay made note of it. "A chimney."
"Well we need some time to regroup and regather. We need some more supplies." Thane explained.
"Tilverton is about 5 days away and Ashabenford is about 8 days away." Eric pointed out.
"Well we could use the horses and my book to drag this stuff out of here and back to Tilverton. We could stay about 5 days and return." Timmay said.
Bernedette nodded.
Alrission volunteered to stay behind and make sure nothing was taken out or the evil clerics of Moander couldn't start anything else.
The group left the elfen ranger behind and headed off toward Tilverton ...
The group decided to take what treasure and spoils they have back to Tilverton to reduce their weight haul and allow time to regather and reform a plan.
Alrission stayed behind at the mountain home to keep an eye out as the adventures gally off.
The group retreated as Bartol dragged the fighter Eric out, Thane grabbed Alrission and drug him out and small gnomish Timmay tried dragging Bernedette out.
"A hundred pounds my gnomish ass. Do I look like a milk maid because i think someone here is a cow!" He grunted until he saw Bernedettes backpack floating and remembered her floating spellbook.
"It helped once. Couldn't hurt to try again." He got her spellbook out and put her arms around it and used it to drag the young caller out of the room, back into the skull room.
"This is getting old." Said Thane.
The next day, Thane healed everyone and was out of spells yet once again. Bernedette came too and saw everyone, save Thane, had no hair or eyebrows.
"You all are very sweet to do this for me so I dont look so bad. I promise, i have a small cantrip that will fix this soon. I just need a couple days rest and some money."
"We have that." Thane chuckled.
Everyone looked at Timmay the hairless gnome and commented among theirselves how he appears far more intimidating with no eyebrows. The group once again treaded back into the fresco room to not hear the sounds of buzzing.
"Guess they got tired of us whipping their collective asses." Timmay noted.
"I have an idea." Bernedette said. I think i may have a way to open the door so we dont get toasted.
The smell of brimstone and the feeling of heat surrounded the group as Bernedette started chanting. "From the heat and from the fires, summon forth to fulfill my desires!"
The group didn't chuckle, wanting to see what Bernedette was about to do. A man appeared with dark red skin and the group instantly recognized it as a tiefling. Bernedette spoke in a glutteral language and the creature nodded, showing his allegiance to the young caller. It opened the door for them and the trap went off once again as the group stayed in saftey.
The fire cleared back and her creature was gone and the door was closed. "Well, it was worth a shot. i figured maybe its fire immunity -"
"No, no. It was a good idea Bernedette Timmay said. We just need a little time to figure out hwo to get back there."
"Why?" Asked Alrission and Eric.
Thane piped up. "Easy. The dwarf said that the dwarves protect their most valuables best. Id have to say as Master of Fire, this is a damned good trap. Maybe we can make the rock clay and we can pinch it together. That would take another day though."
"Another day we may not have. We have been here five already and if you pinch it, the fire may cause an explosion. We will be running out of light soon enough."
"Hey, i have lanterns and candles and blankets. We will have light." Thanke said.
Timmay chimed in. "The Dales may be cold this winter but we'll have light!"
"Well we should finish up here befre we go down there. There may be some good stuff down there."
Bernedette nodded. "I agree Thane."
The group found themselves back in the main area and checking out the previous area they had found a red glowing a couple days prior. Thane and Bernedette thought it was a forge but instead found the coals long burned out and it was just a makeshift kitchen. They all felt a cold draft and Timmay made note of it. "A chimney."
"Well we need some time to regroup and regather. We need some more supplies." Thane explained.
"Tilverton is about 5 days away and Ashabenford is about 8 days away." Eric pointed out.
"Well we could use the horses and my book to drag this stuff out of here and back to Tilverton. We could stay about 5 days and return." Timmay said.
Bernedette nodded.
Alrission volunteered to stay behind and make sure nothing was taken out or the evil clerics of Moander couldn't start anything else.
The group left the elfen ranger behind and headed off toward Tilverton ...
The group decided to take what treasure and spoils they have back to Tilverton to reduce their weight haul and allow time to regather and reform a plan.
Alrission stayed behind at the mountain home to keep an eye out as the adventures gally off.
diaglo
Adventurer
Bartol reassured Bob. It had been a few days and the poor creature had been lost without his master. He gave him the last of the good stuff. Bob was glad to have Bartol back.
“You’ll have to wait until we get to Tilverton, boy,” Bartol told him, “before we will have any more goodies. I’ll make sure you are safe.”
Bartol then curried and cared for Bob before the unfriendly task of loading him back up with the spoils.
“Tilverton?” Bartol asked to the wind. “I seem to recall hearing rumors back in Ashabenford about trouble in Tilverton.. I also remember that Merchant and his guards saying this road is dangerous.” Bartol turned to the others. “Keep an eye out for big hairy goblinoids or orcs. They weren’t specific about how many or how large. But the caravan survivors did say they were sneaky and well armed. I hope the dirt farmers and Dorik made it back safely."
Bartol pulled his wolf pelts closer. The weather was shifting.
“You’ll have to wait until we get to Tilverton, boy,” Bartol told him, “before we will have any more goodies. I’ll make sure you are safe.”
Bartol then curried and cared for Bob before the unfriendly task of loading him back up with the spoils.
“Tilverton?” Bartol asked to the wind. “I seem to recall hearing rumors back in Ashabenford about trouble in Tilverton.. I also remember that Merchant and his guards saying this road is dangerous.” Bartol turned to the others. “Keep an eye out for big hairy goblinoids or orcs. They weren’t specific about how many or how large. But the caravan survivors did say they were sneaky and well armed. I hope the dirt farmers and Dorik made it back safely."
Bartol pulled his wolf pelts closer. The weather was shifting.
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Bernedette moved near the half elven barbarian. "I remember hearing something about that as well Bartol but we can deal with it. Thane always has his ear to the forrest floor. We just need a town and some civilization. Good for the groups morale ya know."
She clung closer and grabbed ahold of Bartol's arm as they walked. She shivered growing cold in the late autumn.
She clung closer and grabbed ahold of Bartol's arm as they walked. She shivered growing cold in the late autumn.
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