CG's Dragon of Icespire Peak [IC]

[Steve Gorak]

Ulrik asses the situation. He nods his approval at Sythaeryn's magics, and to wrap up the job, picks up a javelin, and throws it towards the goblin close to the forest.

OOC: attack [roll]1d20+5[/roll], piercing damage [roll]1d6+3[/roll]

 

[Steve Gorak]

OOC: sorry, here are the rolls: attack: 18, damage: 7

 

[Charwoman Gene]

The eldritch blast and the javelin finish off the last of the goblins.

 

[jmucchiello]

"Thank you, for your assistance, strangers. I am Bella. Are you hurt Rorik?"

 

[gargoyleking]

"You are welcome."

Sythaeryn strides up to Rorik and hands him a small handful of berries.

"Eat these, they should help. Is anyone else injured?"

After handing out more berries to anyone who needs them, the elf introduces himself.

"I am Sythaeryn, and this is Ulrik."

 

[FitzTheRuke]

"Well met, my good friends!" said Fitz in his usual happy manor, "Bella, wee lass. Are y'okay? You have a bit of a scratch, there, love."

He went about, flipping over goblins and checking their pockets.

 

[jmucchiello]

Bella looks at her side. "Another hole in my clothes." She sighs. "Hopefully the blood will come out this time."

 

[Steve Gorak]

''Well met. I am Ulrik and was glad to lend a hand!''

He inspects the Goblins, and sees where they came from. Eagerly, he asks ''Should we track them to see if there are more''

OOC: Perception: 14; Survival (for tracks): 22

 

[jmucchiello]

"There are always more," Bella says. "The question is how many more and how well armed are they."

 

[Charwoman Gene]

You find a fairly obvious trail leading off into the woods.

 

[jmucchiello]

"Can you tell how many goblins used this trail?"

 

[gargoyleking]

Sythaeryn takes one glance at the trail and nods. "Enough to need cleansing. I've suffered these creatures in these woods long enough."

The elf looks like he's spoiling for a fight. Though he considers the others curiously for a moment.

"I am a druid, protector of the natural order. These goblins despoil the nature about them and thus are my enemy. But you are all new to me. I am curious. What goals do such well armed people have along this road?"

 

[FitzTheRuke]

The question 'what are you doing along this road' had always made Fitz nervous, having been a wanted highwayman along many roads. He skipped away to avoid the question and began to poke about the trail, looking for clues that might tell him how many goblins used the trail, and how often.

OOC: Investigation: 1D20+2 = [14]+2 = 16

 

[Charwoman Gene]

The trail seems like it has seen light use recently, by maybe a half dozen small humanoids. Its an old well worn trail though.

 

[FitzTheRuke]

"Looks like this group came down this way from somewhere up there," Fitz said, indicating the bodies.

 

[jmucchiello]

"We are heading to outlands where adventure lies and fewer questions are asked," Bella says. "If you all want to track those goblins, I will help, but I doubt there is profit to be had."

 

[FitzTheRuke]

"Not I, of course, lass." admitted Fitz, "I'd rather go someplace safer, sure enough."

 

[Charwoman Gene]

Assuming there is rough consensus, you follow the trail into the woods. (Speeding up here.)

You notice a few old traps, now sprung and not set back up again.

Eventually you come to a cave with a stream running out of it.

Investigating the caves shows evidence of a large group of goblins living here some times ago, but a smaller group living here quite recently. The only items of value are a large number of crates and barrels marked with a blue lion symbol.

Spoiler: History DC 12

The blue lion is the symbol of the Lionshield Coster, a trading company with a presence in Phandalin.

 

[jmucchiello]

History DC 12: 1d20+1 9

"These symbols mean anything to any of you?" Bella asks. "Do you think we killed all the goblins that were here?

 

[FitzTheRuke]

OOC: History: 1D20 = [13] = 13

"Oh, aye. It's the Lionshield Coster, sure enough." insisted Fitz, "I've robbed 'em... er, I mean I've shopped there, often enough t'know."

He looked about for signs of life...

OOC: Perception: 1D20+3 = [18]+3 = 21