D&D 5E [IC] Creamsteak's Storm King's Thunder: Goldenfields

[Creamsteak]

OOC: Grob is blinded and might drown. Lob hit his head and is unconscious.

 

[CanadienneBacon]

Euon ducked out from beneath his tree. He eyed the drowning giant and cringed. "Shouldn't we do something to save them? Perhaps they've useful information? I'd like to know why they've set upon the abby."

 

[Kobold Stew]

Bellalalinda makes a quick assessment of the situation, and makes a call. Putting her fingers to her lips she lets out a whistle, imitating the lark in the morning when the mist is still on the hills.

Whistler turns, and she points, and the great ape nods, or perhaps shrugs. Soon he is moving towards the river, grabbing a large branch which he offers towards the drowning giant. Bellalalinda skips to catch up.

 

[Creamsteak]

"Grob not want to die... Grob give up!"

 

[Steve Gorak]

Davaros ends his prayer-induced reverie and goes to the blind giant. He says: "You saw how quickly we were able to disable you. Cooperate, and you may live. Now tell us, why are you inside the city walls and who are you working with?"

OOC: persuasion [roll0] Insight to see if he is lying [roll1]

 

[Creamsteak]

"Guh want food! Me get food for Guh! Guh big! Real big! Bigger than me! Big farm have food! Get food for Guh!"

 

[Steve Gorak]

Davaros continues his interrogation, somewhat irritated at the apparent stupidity of his interlocutor "Who told you that there was food here? What did they look like?"

OOC: From the previous insight check (total 16), does Davaros believe that the giant is lying or hiding something?

 

[Creamsteak]

OOC: No.

"You have to have food! So many small folk, big walls, much food! We told Guh!"

 

[CanadienneBacon]

Euon was much relieved to see Bellalalinda and Whistler help the drowning giant. He couldn't quite be sure which giant was Grob and which was Lob, but no matter. He want to the riverbank to help Whistler haul out the drowning giant. When it became clear Grob was baying for food but Davaros was stubbornly insisting there might be no food, Euon sighed. He stepped close to Davaros and whispered in the man's left ear, "They might be giants, but they're not daft. Cors there's food in the abby. Any muzzy-headed fool would know it. Too many orchards, and too many granaries towering over the walls, visible from a distance."

To Grob, Euon offered, "You cannot steal food from the Abby, we won't permit it. But perhaps you could barter something with the Abbot to trade for food. What do you, or Lob, or Guh have to offer in trade? I bet you've something the abby would trade for."

OOC: [roll0]

 

[Creamsteak]

"Grob... have..."

He reaches into his sack fumbling and pulling out an ornate tapestry, several pieces of golden jewelry, a dozen gemstones, a platinum goblet, and a female humanoid mannequin.

"Grob have just junk. And this pretty lady. Got food for that?"