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The stream passage continues up beyond for another set of uneven steps ahead, bending westward as it goes. The waterfall sounds out from the larger cavern behind you.
You eventually make your way to another cavern in which three more goblins wait for you.
It looks like Ambers, Anders, Arek, and Jelly Gelly go before the goblins.
Amber stays as far back as possible. He squeezes a flame into existence whilst using an arcane chant. He moulds it into an apple-sized ball and tosses it at the nearest goblin.
Evocation cantrip
Casting Time: 1 action
Range: 120 feet
Components: V, S
Duration: Instantaneous
You hurl a mote of fire at a creature or object within
range. Make a ranged spell attack against the
target. On a hit, the target takes 1d10 fire damage. A
flammable object hit by this spell ignites if it isn't being
worn or carried.
This spell’s damage increases by 1d10 when you reach
5th level (2d10), 11th level (3d10), and 17th level (4d10).
Anders steps up and attacks another one of the goblins.
Holding his holy symbol high Drakr calls for another column of radiant energy.
Sahil shoots another set of bolts.
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the final bolt pierces the goblin's heart, dropping him lifeless to the ground.
After a few minutes of searching you are sure that you have cleared the threat from the caves. No sign of the map Sildar mentioned.
275 exp.
On to Phandalin? Are you going to get a cart and load up the crates you found?
EDIT: Loot Reminder.
600 cp, 110 sp, 1 potion of healing remaining, a jade statuette of a frog with tiny golden orbs for eyes (40 gp).
Current Health
Drakr 5/11
Anders 13/14
"Shall we take some rest?" Sahil asks. "Might be worth it, and then carry on during daylight. Don't wanna get ambushed during the night."
"Shall we take some rest?" Sahil asks. "Might be worth it, and then carry on during daylight. Don't wanna get ambushed during the night."
" Sounds good. Don't want to blunder into any more ambushes in the dark. I'll take the first watch. " Drakr start to set out a camp if no one else objects to resting.
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Everyone rests, some more than others with Jelly Gelly searching the caves will into the night.
The year is 1485 Dale Reckoning. It is currently the 9th day on the second tenday in the month of the Summertide. It is sunny and humid in the high 70's right now.
The rutted track emerges from a wooded hillside, and you catch your first glimpse of Phandalin. The town consists of forty or fifty simple log buildings, some built on old fieldstone foundations. More old ruins-crumbling stone walls covered in ivy and briars- surround the newer houses and shops. Showing how this must have been a much larger town in centuries past. Most of the newer buildings are set on the sides of the cart track, which widens into a muddy main street of sorts as it climbs toward a ruined manor house on a hillside at the east side of town.
As you approach, you see children playing on the town green and townsfolk tending to chores or running errands at shops. Many people look up as you approach, but all returns to their business as you go by.
Sildar seems much more at ease.
My friends, he says, let us secure lodgings. I'm told the local in is very quaint.
"Ey sir." Sahil responds. "Would be good to get to know some townfolks. And we have all the stuff from the Lionshield Coster. They might be happy to see us, and help us out."
Amber is keen to settle for the night. He doesn't complain overly about the hour of laborious study needed due to his forced change in career.
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You also have the stuff for Barthen's Provisions. It was in your wagon after all. I will sum each of them up for you, there is additional stuff to uncover, I am just setting the scene to cut down on time spent in this chapter.
Barthen's Provisions is the biggest trading post in Phandalin. It's shelves stock mostly ordinary goods and supplies. The proprietor is Elmar Barthen, a lean and balding human male shopkeeper of fifty years with a kindly manner. He employs a couple young clerks, Ander and Thistle, who help unload your wagons, and who wait on customers when he isn't around.
Upon your arrival the clerks unload your cart will Barthen gathers your coin. You each gain 10 gp
He looks at you, Where is Master Gundren? I was so looking forward to discussing the mine with him?
Lionshield Coster.
Hanging above the front door of this modest trading post is a sign shaped like a wooden shield with a blue lion painted on it.
Stonehill Inn.
In the center of the town stands a large, newly built roadhouse of fieldstone and rough-hewn timbers. The common room is filled with locals nursing mugs of ale or cider, all of them eyeing you with curiosity.
The proprietor is a short, friendly young human male named Toblen Stonehill. Sildar speaks with him, and secures your coin he promised 50gp to split
Sahil throws the door of the Lionshied Coster open, "heiho, by my barnacles. I think you lost something. At least, let's say we come upon some of your booty on our travels. Found it in a goblins' den, I can say you, arrrgh, what a waste of bolts. Needless to say, let's get the stuff in, if you want it back."
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Oh thank you! Says the proprietor about 35 years old. I am Linene Graywind, I had believed that those damn Redbrands had taken the goods like they have so many others. Those ruffians are trouble and if I were you I would avoid the Sleeping Giant tap house. After all, it's where they rest. If you need to resupply your weapons or need new ones or armor. Let me know. I have you covered. She drops a pouch in Sahil's hand, For recovering my goods
Inside the pouch is 50 gp to split.
Be sure to reference the Phandalin map above for any other locations you wish to visit in town.
"You wanna ruff them up?" Sahil shrugs. "I think I first need a good mug of ale at the Stonehill Inn."
Aye, Ale then ruffing up the locals sounds like fun to me.
Hearing about re-supplying Sahil turns around, "yeah, that's what I need. Too many bolts are sticking now in those pesky goblins. Do you have a bundle for me, would be grat!"
"Ah, and as we have it, throw in a shield as well!"
Barthen's Provisions is the biggest trading post in Phandalin. It's shelves stock mostly ordinary goods and supplies. The proprietor is Elmar Barthen, a lean and balding human male shopkeeper of fifty years with a kindly manner. He employs a couple young clerks, Ander and Thistle, who help unload your wagons, and who wait on customers when he isn't around.
Upon your arrival the clerks unload your cart will Barthen gathers your coin. You each gain 10 gp
He looks at you, " Where is Master Gundren? I was so looking forward to discussing the mine with him?
"Well Elmar, I'm afraid he was taken on the road by goblins. We tracked them down and cleared out their lair but they had already handed him over to someone else. The Black Spider! Have you heard of this Black Spider? "
" I don't know about just walking into town and causing trouble. What are these Redbrands? Bandits or some kind of gang? I wouldn't mind an Ale at the Stonehill Inn and I think we should ask around a bit about the Black Spider. Gundren could still be alive and if he isn't I'd like to at least avenge him. "
"I would say the same. The locals know more then us, I would be up for a good mug of ale and get to know more about the place, before our next step."
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Here is the rumor mill of Stonehill Inn for your convenience: Let's say 1 sp worth of drinking will be enough to establish a rapport and gather the following rumors. Remember these are rumors they may or may not be true.
Nath, an old farmer Sister Garaele, who oversees the Shrine of Luck, recently left town for a few days, then returned wounded and exhausted.
Elsa, a gossipy barmaid Daran Edermath, the orchard keeper is a former adventurer.
Lanar, a miner Orc raiders have been seen on the east end of Triboar Trail. The townmaster is looking for someone to run them off.
Trilena, the innkeeper's wife Thel Dendrar, a local woodcarver, stoof up to the Redbrands a tenday ago when they came by his shop and leered at his wife. The ruffians murdered him. Several townsfolk saw it happen. The redbrands grabbed his body, and now his wife, daughter and son have gone missing too.
Pip, Toblen's young son Qelline Alderleaf's son Carp said he found a secret tunnel in the woods, but the Redbrands almost caught him.
Freda, a weaver, The Redbrands hassle every business in town, except fot the Phandalin Miner's Exchange. They don't want trouble with Halia Thornton, who runs it.
They all tell you the Redbrands frequent the Sleeping Giant tap house at the east end of town- and that the ruffians are trouble.
" Yes, it certainly sounds like they need dealing with. I'm going to head over to the Town Hall and see if I can get a meeting with whoever's in charge here. See what they think of the Redbrands and if they've heard of the Black Spider. Who's coming? "
Drakr stands as he drains his tankard and slams it down on the table. He waits for whoever agrees to come and then heads over to the Town Hall to find the leader of Phandalin.
I am with ya!
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The Sleeping Giant is a ramshackle taproom at the east end of town. Four human ruffian's linger on the covered porch, perched on an empty ale barrel or leaning against the wall. they all wear grimy scarlet cloaks, their sullen stares fixed on you as you approach.
One of the thugs spits on the ground. Well, well he snarls, Here's a whole pack of little puppies. What do you want puppies? Come here to bark at us?
Anders cracks his nuckles.
Ok, loudmouth, pick the biggest and badest of ya four punks, and step down here fer an ass whoopin'.
"Puppies, hey? This is boring me already..."
As the four approach Amber casts a spell over them. Despite his brave words the dwarf does not approach the four, staying back out of melee.
"I see ye can't all handle the booze. We should be havin' a drinkin' competition, not this debased thuggery you seem to be wanting."
S l e e p
1st-level enchantment
Casting Time: 1 action
Range: 90 feet
Components: V, S, M (a pinch of fine sand, rose petals,
or a cricket)
Duration: 1 minute
This spell sends creatures into a magical slumber.
Roll 5d8; the total is how many hit points of creatures
this spell can affect. Creatures within 20 feet of
a point you choose within range are affected in
ascending order of their current hit points (ignoring
unconscious creatures).
Starting with the creature that has the lowest current
hit points, each creature affected by this spell falls
unconscious until the spell ends, the sleeper takes
damage, or someone uses an action to shake or slap the
sleeper awake. Subtract each creature’s hit points from
the total before moving on to the creature with the next
lowest hit points. A creature’s hit points must be equal
to or less than the remaining total for that creature
to be affected.
Undead and creatures immune to being charmed
aren’t affected by this spell.
At Higher Levels. When you cast this spell using a
spell slot of 2nd level or higher, roll an additional 2d8 for
each slot level above 1st.