D&D 5E Ironfang Invasion (IC)

[Ancalagon]

Lal winced, and let others the others who were more apt at reassuring the man speak. He was troubled. Either the man came from the same village, and could lead the hobbed goblins here or... another place had been attacked, which was even worse. Either way... ill tidings.

 

[eayres33]

The traveler shakes his head, “I haven’t had food since the festival.”

Calming himself and wiping his eyes the traveler continues, “My name is Edran I am from Taldan and I was staying at the Taproot Inn. I had went out for a walk and that tower sprang up out of nowhere, and hobgoblin after, hobgoblin came streaming out. I saw a bugbear with a scarred head tear a man limb from limb, it was horrible.”

Edran take a deep breath, “I am ashamed to say that I ran, without trying to save anyone else, I ran for the woods as fast as my legs would take me.”

GM: In case you may have forgotten the Taproot Inn/Tavern is where the story began.

 

[Greenmtn]

OOC: Do I recognize this guy at all? If so I will offer him water, if not I remain silent and try to figure out if he's telling the truth about where he is coming from.

 

[SunGold]

When nothing seems to follow the man, Corsa relaxes a little and sheathes her daggers. Still, his survival all alone seems odd, so she pays close attention for signs of lies as he tells his tale.

"Nothing to be ashamed of. You did the smart thing, and it's why you're alive."

OOC: Insight: 1D20+1 = [20]+1 = 21

 

[River Song]

"Where have you been since then?" Vin asks curiously. "You didn't see anyone else?"

 

[FitzTheRuke]

Loosh will keep his boarding pike in hand and one eye out for trouble while the others comfort the man.

"Ask him how well he knows this forest. he suggests.

 

[eayres33]

Edran seems to relax somewhat, “Thank you,” he says to Corsa before turning back towards Vin. “To be honest I’ve been lost, I ran into the forest in a panic and before I had come to my senses I had wander far off the path. I slept for a while but otherwise I’ve been trying to find may way back to a trail out of here.”

Edran takes the water from Harb and has a long drink, “Thank you my friend, you all seem to be doing okay, have you found others? Do you have a camp or something?”

GM: Harb recognizes Edran from town. He doesn’t know him, but he did see him a few times in the background at the festival. His face would be somewhat familiar to you all. Corsa’s insight check would reveal that Edran’s fear is genuine and his tale about running from the Ironfang Legion and getting lost in the forest is true. When he was talking about who he was and where he was from did not seem to be as genuine.

 

[SunGold]

"My dear, if you're going to lie about where you're from, do try to get the name of the country right. It's Taldor," Corsa replies with a mirthless smile, "and your story reeks of lies." She pulls both shortswords, but doesn't make a move toward him. "Now, try again."

 

[Greenmtn]

Harb Half-Elf Paladin

Harb looks back and forth between Corsa and Edran.

"Given the circumstances surely you understand that we need you to be honest with us if we are going to help you. There is no need to hide your past from us I'm sure"

 

[FitzTheRuke]

Loosh grows more interested in this man. A liar. Now, here's something he knows.