spacehulkster
First Post
“We should cut across these hills” Pudge enthusiastically states striding the ridge. He looks back and then understands his error. Dank and he have made the rise, while the little ones with the Elves lending a hand are barely half way up.
Milo looks up with a smile, “That’s OK Pudge, we can do it. We understand your anxious to get to Waterdeep.
The weather was exceptional and they made good time. They spent two calm and peaceful nights under the stars. Dusk the third day found them approaching the small village of Oakhurst. So small in fact, it wasn’t on any map. There were only a dozen buildings, but the party smiled eagerly at each other at the prospect of a home cooked meal and warm beds.
Narog, the owner of the Ol’ Stag Inn, looked up from cleaning the counter with a smile, “Well met, what can I….. get you……ah…gentlemen!?” His smile faded to a query as he eyed his new customers.
Pudge started to order, but Vern quickly interrupted “A hot meal and some ale for us adventurers.”
Pudge stole a glance into the party funds pouch. “My friends, we might be getting a little low on funds. By the time we get to Waterdeep, I believe we will need at least double what we have now. Basti told me Waterdeep wasn’t cheap!”
All agreed and Pudge went to work on the Innkeeper. “Good evening Innkeeper, there wouldn’t happen to be any problems around here that me party and me could solve?”
“Problems?” the Innkeeper stated scratching his head. “Well, the farmers in the area have been reporting some cattle stolen and killed. You might want to talk with the constable about that though.”
Pudge thanks the owner, brings back another pitcher of ale and reports back to the group. They all agree to a good nights rest and see the constable in the morning.
Within minutes of the party finishing their meal an older woman approaches the group. She introduces herself as Kerowyn Hucrele and that two of her grandchildren are missing. She would give a reward if the group could find them and bring them back or at least bring back their signet rings. She informs them of the ravine and fortress that is cradled in it. Her grandchildren, along with two other friends from out of town, went to investigate the place a week ago and have not been seen since.
The group agrees to search for them but will still meet with the constable in the morning. As the group decides to bed down for the night, Dank informs the party that he will sleep under the stars this night just outside of town.
Dank pitches is newly won tent along side the road and a fenceline a few yards away from the blacksmith’s shop. The two cut eyelets give him a small view of the starry night and he easily falls asleep. But his senses awaken him as he hears some rustling outside. Dank grabs his sword, intent on surveying the area without donning his armor. After a quick scan of the area, with his dark vision, he decides to relieve himself along the fence line on some bushes.
Suddenly a bush lashes out at him, not once but twice.
Milo looks up with a smile, “That’s OK Pudge, we can do it. We understand your anxious to get to Waterdeep.
The weather was exceptional and they made good time. They spent two calm and peaceful nights under the stars. Dusk the third day found them approaching the small village of Oakhurst. So small in fact, it wasn’t on any map. There were only a dozen buildings, but the party smiled eagerly at each other at the prospect of a home cooked meal and warm beds.
Narog, the owner of the Ol’ Stag Inn, looked up from cleaning the counter with a smile, “Well met, what can I….. get you……ah…gentlemen!?” His smile faded to a query as he eyed his new customers.
Pudge started to order, but Vern quickly interrupted “A hot meal and some ale for us adventurers.”
Pudge stole a glance into the party funds pouch. “My friends, we might be getting a little low on funds. By the time we get to Waterdeep, I believe we will need at least double what we have now. Basti told me Waterdeep wasn’t cheap!”
All agreed and Pudge went to work on the Innkeeper. “Good evening Innkeeper, there wouldn’t happen to be any problems around here that me party and me could solve?”
“Problems?” the Innkeeper stated scratching his head. “Well, the farmers in the area have been reporting some cattle stolen and killed. You might want to talk with the constable about that though.”
Pudge thanks the owner, brings back another pitcher of ale and reports back to the group. They all agree to a good nights rest and see the constable in the morning.
Within minutes of the party finishing their meal an older woman approaches the group. She introduces herself as Kerowyn Hucrele and that two of her grandchildren are missing. She would give a reward if the group could find them and bring them back or at least bring back their signet rings. She informs them of the ravine and fortress that is cradled in it. Her grandchildren, along with two other friends from out of town, went to investigate the place a week ago and have not been seen since.
The group agrees to search for them but will still meet with the constable in the morning. As the group decides to bed down for the night, Dank informs the party that he will sleep under the stars this night just outside of town.
Dank pitches is newly won tent along side the road and a fenceline a few yards away from the blacksmith’s shop. The two cut eyelets give him a small view of the starry night and he easily falls asleep. But his senses awaken him as he hears some rustling outside. Dank grabs his sword, intent on surveying the area without donning his armor. After a quick scan of the area, with his dark vision, he decides to relieve himself along the fence line on some bushes.
Suddenly a bush lashes out at him, not once but twice.