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Post by DM Zach on Jan 31, 2016 1:07:04 GMT -4
Battered and worn, you make your way back to Ironhaven to rest and regroup. The walk back is silent for the most part, everyone enduring their own wounds. Some help others who can't walk so well at the moment make their way back to town. Not every victory can be easily achieved, but looking back on the last few days, you feel a sense of accomplishment. With your new found companions you have managed to slay a Green Dragon, and claim its head as a trophy. You slaughtered an entire spider's nest by setting flame to their web. You have gathered a few magical items including a bag of holding and added two new member to your band; a Dragonborn Monk, and a rescued Tiefling Warlock. You may all be feeling down, but with these strange group of adventurers by your side, you feel great things are to come.
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Post by Mod Everstache on Jan 31, 2016 21:12:29 GMT -4
Lyallands in front of the party to get everyone's attention. Clears his throat "we had prevailed so far at kill a Dragon and a nest of spiders but that vault...it is something else. We need to gather information and find out the best way to deal with that ghosts and vanquish the evil inside. I well bless enough water for each of us to have some to spare." He looks to the gnome can you possibly craft us some healing scroll and anything else inyou feel we might need. "Lyalla, tom grathgar, and garsh should look to see if argromon the Dragonborn has any idea of what to do." He looks at the group and asks "does this sound reasonable?"
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Post by Mod Everstache on Jan 31, 2016 21:13:16 GMT -4
Lyallands in front of the party to get everyone's attention. Clears his throat "we had prevailed so far at kill a Dragon and a nest of spiders but that vault...it is something else. We need to gather information and find out the best way to deal with that ghosts and vanquish the evil inside. I well bless enough water for each of us to have some to spare." He looks to the gnome can you possibly craft us some healing scroll and anything else inyou feel we might need. "Lyalla, tom grathgar, and garsh should look to see if argromon the Dragonborn has any idea of what to do." He looks at the group and asks "does this sound reasonable?" *Mod stands
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Post by Tom Marilyn on Feb 1, 2016 0:11:02 GMT -4
battered and tired looks at the dwarf and gives him a grin" we will prev-ale next time friends. I have some digging to do in the history of this place and will speak with the lord of this area and see if he knows anything"
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Post by Horgrim Bryver on Feb 1, 2016 0:15:51 GMT -4
The gnome looks up and responds with an unusually sullen bleak tone. "Yes. I should be able to fashion up some moste potente potions for us. It will take a good deal of time, but it will be done." Directing his gaze from Mod towards the Monk, Horgrim's face softens with a look of regret. "Perhaps with this newly gained experience I'll be of more help and less hurt to you. My friend. I am deeply sorry for bringing you to near death and I will provide you with a deal of extra scrolls and potions, and I hope it will serve as a proper apology."
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Post by ghesh on Feb 1, 2016 0:28:57 GMT -4
*barely able to lift his head from the many wounds sustained* Think nothing of it and let us drink little one.
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Post by Mod Everstache on Feb 1, 2016 14:08:50 GMT -4
Mod has is fill of food and water and tells tom that he is heading to the shire to seek help from the priest. He hopes to learn as much as he can to help the party in the upcoming battle.
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Post by Layella Lavellan on Feb 1, 2016 14:51:00 GMT -4
Layella -though fresh with wounds- practically glows compared to her previous sullen demeanor, as if the thrill of battle has reinvigorated her and returned some of her sense of self. Still maintaining a strong drive, she keeps her tone serious and passionate; "I hope that we have eased some of the burden on Amarthon and his people in our triumphs. I am pleased to pay my debts, but there is also great personal interest to me in that Southwestern Vault, and I am determined to return there at some point in the future... perhaps when better equipped..."
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Post by DM Zach on Feb 1, 2016 16:04:12 GMT -4
Mod has is fill of food and water and tells tom that he is heading to the shire to seek help from the priest. He hopes to learn as much as he can to help the party in the upcoming battle. As it is currently falling to night in Ironhaven, the priestess is busy wrapping up for the day. Putting away books, stashing the days offerings, and cleaning. As usual she fails to notice your presence.
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Post by DM Zach on Feb 1, 2016 16:06:50 GMT -4
You return to the Inn, by this point in the night most people have had their meals and turned in for the night. Keylen see you walk in, gives you a nod and moves to the back room. After a few minutes she returns with plates of food and drinks for everyone of you. "Still some left over coin from the Arbiter, figured you might be hungry upon your return."
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Post by Mod Everstache on Feb 1, 2016 16:27:18 GMT -4
Mod coughs and explains to the priestess the events at the vault. he asks for any assistance she can offer and knowledge as well.
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Post by Layella Lavellan on Feb 1, 2016 19:13:55 GMT -4
Layella, having bound her minor wounds and demonstrating a notably fast recovery, takes a seat at the bar and nods to Keylen; "Many thanks, Lethallan. This bow has served well, and I will be ever-grateful for your lending it to me." She relaxes herself and picks up a piece of fresh bread, ripping off a small but but pausing before bringing to her mouth. Her eyes go wide, and the slight hint of a smile crosses her fair visage, as if some miraculous thought has dawned upon her. "I.." she starts, such an odd, subtle mix of joy and confusion gracing her features, "I think I prefer to take my meals outside..."
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Post by Horgrim Bryver on Feb 1, 2016 19:30:23 GMT -4
Horgrim shuffles over to the counter and uses a stool to lazily prop himself up and grab his plate of food and cup of ale. He gives Keylen a thankful nod and a smile before turning around and searching for a table to begin tinkering and crafting on both a special new item, and the many potions he plans to make before the group returns to the vault. With a gruff sigh he finds a seat and almost instantly covers the better half of the table in artisan's tools and magical books as he gets to work.
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Post by DM Zach on Feb 1, 2016 19:58:20 GMT -4
Mod coughs and explains to the priestess the events at the vault. he asks for any assistance she can offer and knowledge as well. "I'm afraid I don't know much about the vault. Amas was an adventurer on seek of treasure in her youth. She commissioned the dwarves to build her a vault. Unfortunately she went mad in her later years. Some say she died in there" She opens a nearby chest. "These might be of assistance." She offers you 3 vials of holy water and a potion of greater healing.
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Post by DM Zach on Feb 1, 2016 20:02:07 GMT -4
Layella, having bound her minor wounds and demonstrating a notably fast recovery, takes a seat at the bar and nods to Keylen; "Many thanks, Lethallan. This bow has served well, and I will be ever-grateful for your lending it to me." She relaxes herself and picks up a piece of fresh bread, ripping off a small but but pausing before bringing to her mouth. Her eyes go wide, and the slight hint of a smile crosses her fair visage, as if some miraculous thought has dawned upon her. "I.." she starts, such an odd, subtle mix of joy and confusion gracing her features, "I think I prefer to take my meals outside..."
Keylen gives you a nod of respect. "Do..." She pauses for a moment. "Think I could accompany you?"
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