D&D 5E Storm King's Thunder

[seriousmoonlight]

Caroline: You find a coded message in tiny font upon the wooden door. It explains that the Goldengulp Brewery is most vulnerable at the 3pm each day, when the captain and his men depart to give a report to The Abbot.

Lord Tarm: As if on cue, a balding man in gaudy Waterhavian robes steps outside. "Back so soon, Aremus? Surely even you could find a goblin or two," the man jests before sipping wine from a goblet. "And now you want to bring in even more mouths to feed?

Tranio: If you attempt to go inside the guards would do a half hearted inspection for creatures that could harm the crops. You would then be free to head to the tavern.

 

[FitzTheRuke]

Not one to brag about his own exploits, Aremus finds it impossible to argue on his own behalf. He half-bows to the Castellan and says, "These are my valuable allies, friends even. I have brought them by order of the Abbot to..."

He trailed off, realising that anything he intended to say would sound like, "...to do your job for you."

"...to aide the Abbot on a personal matter."

He glanced quickly at Ordrar and continued, "We saw signs of some unwanted activity at the walls, and my friends are curious, if you could spare the time to answer a few of their questions, respectfully, I would be very grateful."

He then gives the floor over to anyone who wants to ask questions.

 

[KahlessNestor]

Goldenfields
Afternoon
Round 0

“P’raps notifyin’ the fam’ly before we get dragged intae local politics might be best,” Dren told Tranio. “Tha’ way ‘tis no’ put off overly long.”

Dren stood for the perfunctory inspection of his person and gear and then saw the fat Waterdhavian waddling toward them, goblet of wine in hand. He frowned slightly. Was this the castellan? Perhaps Aremus had been correct. But then Dren had renounced such wealth and ostentation.

Dren gave a respectful half bow to Lord Tarm. “It seems giants be afoot an ‘ causin’ problems,” the dwarf said. “It looked like ye had recent trouble wi’ them as well. We come from Nightstone where the village was nigh destroyed an’ Lady Nandar killed in the defense. We are glad t’ see the same ‘as no’ ‘appened ‘ere.”

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AC: 16
HP: 34/41 HD: 5//5d8+2
Ki: 5/5/R
Darts 10
Arrows: 20
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Tranio - half-elf death cleric
Fistan - human wizard
Carolina - halfling rogue
Dren - dwarf monk
Bethany - human fighter
Aremus - half-elf paladin
Ordrar - dwarf eldritch knight
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[Neurotic]

"Near destroyed is correct. If not for these fine party of adventurers, I'd be in a cooking pot. It was giants throwing boulders along with orcs and goblins on foot. Everything was destroyed and Nightstone would have fallen."

Ordrar reigns in his ire
"We came to see if you could offer some help, to inform you of the attack and find out if you know anything more about the attacks. Did you suffer the attack? There are tracks outside that seems like the army was here."

OOC: anyone with high cha and diplomacy?

 

[KahlessNestor]

OOC: Heh. I think we've established we don't have that!

 

[Kobold Stew]

“P’raps notifyin’ the fam’ly before we get dragged intae local politics might be best,” Dren told Tranio. “Tha’ way ‘tis no’ put off overly long.”

Tranio accompanies Dren past the constabulary at the gate. They will have nothing for him, and there are better tings to do. "I agree, friend dwarf," he says, winking at the guard who is conducting the search.

When they are through, he turns and asks, "Shall we meet at the Inn? Dren and I shall see to an errand first."

OOC: anyone with high cha and diplomacy?

OOC: Heh. I think we've established we don't have that!

OOC: Tranio actually has +6 to both deception and persuasion (both useful in his profession).

 

[Charwoman Gene]

Bethany stays with the main group and the castellan, but has little to add at the present time.

 

[seriousmoonlight]

Gatehouse: The castellan raises an eyebrow as you all tell your tales. " Are you sure it wasn't ogres," he says skeptically before taking another sip of his wine. "Giants, stupid as they are, know better than to wander into the sword coast. Anyway, we haven't had any attacks here. Things have been perfectly safe."

He only half listens till the mention of Lady Nandar's death comes up. "Lady Nandar has no children. Tell me, any word from Waterdeep about who will inherit the city?"

The Castellan will allow the group inside, but advises Aremus to report the details of his trip to Abbot Darovik.

The Inn:

The buildings that house most of the residents of Goldenfields are arranged in concentric half-rings around a central square where locals can socialize and gather for picnics after midday prayers.Orderly rows of wooden longhouses, each one large enough to house a hundred people, face inward toward a central plaza, with the abbey of Chauntea off to the southeast. Each longhouse is a work of art, its beams sculpted with images of a particular animal, thereby differentiating it from its neighbors. Most of Goldenfields' workers are human commoners.

Standing north of the town is a three-story stone edifice with arched windows that offer a view of the surrounding gardens. Thin plumes of smoke issue from its many chimneys on rainy days and cold nights. Life-size statues of rearing horses flank the double doors that lead to the common room. Above these doors hangs a wooden sign that proclaims the name of this grand establishment, Northfurrow's End, in fancy lettering. West of the main building is a stable house that can hold and feed up to fifty horses.

Many travelers are startled when they first head inside and see the barkeep - a barrel chested man who is almost covered from head to toe in white fur.

"Welcome! What are you having," the barkeep asks.

 

[Kobold Stew]

"What's the specialty?" asks Tranio, keen to try something new and distinct. "And a table, too. My companions should be joining us in a little while." He points to a rectangular table with some empty glasses on it, asking the question with a shrug.

 

[FitzTheRuke]

OOC: anyone with high cha and diplomacy?

OOC: Aremus has a decent charisma, but doesn't like the Castellan! But He's on good terms with the Abbot, so there's that.

Aremus says, "Of course." when the Castellan suggests he report to the Abbot, and then bows and heads into the fields. He will go right to Harvesthome Abbey, where he hopes to see his mother (an elven Healer who works with the Abbot) as well as speak to the Abbot.