Gran March Adventure

[industrygothica]

Rowan returns to the cottage for some stew and conversation, hoping to hear their story.

 

[Zoycitenega]

Verran nods, Aye, it was. Verran goes inside the cottage and listens quietly to the conversations.

 

[Vertexx69]

Thalmarose sits soggily next to the hearth, absently staring into the writhing flames.

 

[Trollbabe]

As more of you gather in the cottage Helidyn and Draydo take a seat at the table in the center of the room. Helidyn continues to talk regardless of who is listening. "Our party consisted of four: Draydo and his brother Frajel, myself and a third halfling named Leeza. The goblins ambushed us not long after we entered the Dim Forest. We fled, but they brought down Leeza's pony and Frajel was dismounted by some sort of log trap. Draydo and I narrowly escaped."

Draydo hangs his head as Helidyn continues to tell their tale. "I know for certain that as I looked back Leeza was alive, surrounded and captured... but alive. Draydo's fate is unknown to us though. Its a dreadful situation."

Draydo pipes up: "Frajel is alive. I truly believe he has not joined Yondalla yet."

Helidyn replies: "Well we don't know where the wretched creatures would have taken them. I fear our friends are lost." The elf's tone changes trying to steer away from the topic. "I assume your caravan will make for Fort Endurance at first light?"

 

[industrygothica]

"I assume your caravan will make for Fort Endurance at first light?"

"That was the plan, yes." Rowan looks at the others in turn, making her thoughts obvious without speaking them.

 

[Arkhandus]

Following the others in, Thrang takes another look over his clothes to be sure they are as clean as can be expected for now, then works a little gnomish magic to start drying his clothes out.

"This news is distressing indeed. The goblins are a serious threat 'round here, but they may be less willing to risk themselves if their numbers were thinned. T'would be a shame if we couldn't do anything to help rescue your friends a'fore anything untoward befalls them, but I don't know if the taskmaster can afford for his caravan to wait a day or two..... Though t'would give him time to rest and recover a bit from his wound...." the gnome offers.

 

[s@squ@tch]

Laravier, Fighter 1, Hp: 9/12

Laravier sees Rowan lend some aid to the sleeping, wounded taskmaster.

Afterwards, the woodsman finishes redressing his wounds. He watches from afar the interaction between the small-folk. Not wanting to get involved too much at this time.

Later, he approaches Rowan,"I could use a bit o' healin' myself if you have any left fer the day."

 

[industrygothica]

Later, he approaches Rowan,"I could use a bit o' healin' myself if you have any left fer the day."

Curious as to when she became the party's healer, Rowan looks at Laravier regretfully. "Afraid I don't usually keep those around. I bet some stew and a night's rest'll do ye some good though." She give a warm smile to the fighter, and adds, "But I'd be happy to help ye with yer bandages."

 

[Vertexx69]

A wry, half-smile touches the corners of the elves lips for a moment. "I know, how dare they think a child of nature would be nurturing, or that one touched by the divine could ease suffering. That was just plain presumtuous of us." Thalmarose pulls the toad from the top of his pack and strokes its back while whispering to it.

 

[industrygothica]

Rowan gives the elf a confused look as she passes, but decides to let the unmerited comments rest as she fetches some bowls of stew for herself and Laravier.