I'm willing to go along if we want to continue... but to be honest I've this one has moved so slowly I've lost the momentum. Maybe we can get it back...
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Still here.
"Should we perhaps pull back a bit and rest before we move forward? I could stand to re-wrap my wounds before risking them reopening in combat"?
Fyird glances around the corner stealthily then retreats back to signal to the others what he sees in the next room.
"Look over there. Another exit". Fyird moves towards the southwest corner quietly. Stealth
Fyird follows Arendyl bow at the ready.
"No!" Fyird shouts seeing his stalwart companion fall. He quickly draws, notches, and fires an arrow at the gob on the left. Bow
Fyird places a steadying hand on Joxi's shoulder when he notices her mood. He leans down and whispers reassuring words in her ear. Don't worry. I don't trust them either, but the knowledge they possess might keep one of us alive. We're not making life long friends, just have a common objective at the moment.
"We might have interest in helping you... if you can help us in return. Grant us safe passage, and help in finding our way, and we'll help you with what you want..."
"The question remains... Meepo. What are you doing down here? Perhaps if you help us... we can help you. Do you know the area down here"? Persuasion
Fyird steps back a little confused as the others talk about him being in a Goblin lair. Thinking this might be some kind of ruse, as he knows he's fought nothing but Orcs in here, Fyird waits to see where the conversation goes. He might be useful if we can get him to cooperate. Maybe we can bargain with him to provide us information as to the layout of the caves.
Fyird moves to the quivering, whimpering bedroll, steps to the end of it and waits for the others to enter the room. Once they do he'll whip the bedroll off whatever it conceals.
Fyird holds action to see if the last two blows take out the steam beast. If not he'll step to the doorway, loose an arrow, and keep going past the doorway taking cover on the wall opposite. Bow
Spoiler: Damage from above.
DEX Save Fyird seems frozen for a moment, surprised that the creature exploded like that. He was almost convinced it was an illusion. But manages to dodge out of the way of the worst of the ice shards. He then stedied himself, and took a shot at the steam creature. He then moved beside the wall hoping that if this creature did the same he might be protected somewhat. Bow
Perception Fyird looks at the creature to see if any of the attacks are injuring it at all. "Is it real"? If he thinks it is. Shortbow
Fyird stands as far away from the keg explorers as possible, and searches for anything else interesting in the room. Perception
"This one is a little tricky. Will you hold this probe while I try to manipulate the tumblers".
Thieves Tools Thieves Tools: Advantage
Joxie> On Tool proficiency. If your background, race or class gives you proficiency in a tool, then you add your proficiency bonus plus the appropriate ability modifier. You must also possess the tools in order to use them. Just having proficiency doesn't mean you have the tools in question. Also if you have the tools but not the proficiency you can still try, but no proficiency bonus, and the DM might change the difficulty level depending upon the tool. Anybody can pick up a drum and play it, but try that with bagpipes and we'll all have to make will saves. Often in 5E it is better to assist someone else rather than make two attempts. In this instance if you have thieves tools you would be a+5. 3 for your dex, and 2 for your proficiency... however it would be mechanically superior for you to assist Fyird with his lock picking, which lets him roll with advantage. In this case he would be
Fyird sees the aggressive Dwarf start to wind up for a blow at the door. "Hold a minute. Let me see if these Lock picks are truly useful". Thieves Tools
Never one to take things at face value, Fyird holds up one finger, and heads into the room for a quick once over before moving on to the next door. Perception - room If nothing shows up he'll move to the door at the end of the corridor and listen. Perception - door
Fyird reviews the hallway before entering carefully looking for any traps that might have been laid. Perception He then goes to the first door on the right (If no traps are found), and listens for activity behind the door. Perception.
Fyird's eyes widen at the mention of the dragon. I don't suppose you have a dragon call that you wish to produce and call out for him to attend you do you"? Fyird moves to one of the doors, and takes a moment to listen. Perception
Fyird waits 30’ or so back, taking advantage of any cover. Stealth
"Stonecleaver's don't skulk. Things skulk away from Stonecleavers. Besides, it's really fun when they have the chance to soil themselves first. Adds a nice change of pace to the smell of arterial blood." Fyird grumbles and starts down the trail. "I'll keep that in mind for your Epitaph".
Just a note. Don't take Fyird's attitude with player attitude. He's just a bit of a nasty temperament, confrontational elf, who is more comfortable with wild animals than getting along with other civilized humanoids... and he's survived so far, by relying on his instincts, and dexterity. This is a fairly slow posting game, so some inter-party role play to me makes it more fun. If you want it toned down, just let me know. It won't hurt my feelings :-)
Arendyl's attempts at stealth are somewhat undercut by Fargus' taunting cries of "Here, gobbo gobbo." With a quick jerk of his head, and a holding of one finger to his lips, Fyird hisses silence at the call for goblins. "What are you doing? I understand you wanting to get your blade wet with goblin blood, but we have no idea what other threats await us. Did you not hear that none return when venturing here? I have a feeling you'll have a chance to whet your appetite for destruction, but might I suggest we accomplish this on our turns".
Fyird drops to one knee onto the ground, and looks for signs of the goblins passage. He begins to move forward silently, but hearing the noise from his companions, merely shrugs, and follows the direction pointed out by Arendyl. Survival Stealth
Fyird moves to the other side of the chamber, and shoots an arrow, at the rat directly in front of him. Shortbow
Fyird shrugs, and follows the dwarf down. I do wonder where those apples come from... athletics.
Athletics (Advantage if applicable)
Fyird had counted out the 75 GP beforehand, as he knew that this would be his opening bid. He approached the goblins and paid, taking possession of the golden apple. He studied it a bit before handing it off to Whendace. His mission completed, and the left over gold heavy in his purse he listens with eagerness as his travelling companions consider the plight of the lady. Well, this group seems capable, and I'm free at the moment. Perhaps I'll tag along... who knows the origin of the apple might reveal itself as we help out. Don't really have any clues otherwise. "I'll be happy to lend my skills to this endeavor", Fyird interjects.
"I bid 75 GP". Fyird speaks up, stepping to the front of the crowd.
"Well the intent of my silence was to keep any undesirables from knowing I might carry enough coin to purchase such an item... but I guess that no longer applies". Fyird looks around the room to see if anyone is paying undue attention. Perception "How do we know when this apple is for sale, and where is the auction held? Does anyone know where these goblins come from"?
When Fyird finds a moment, he approaches the barkeep for a private conversation. Spoiler: "I hope you can help me my good man. I'm actually here to bid for and hopefully procure a rumored "Golden Apple" that some goblins near here sell every year. I don't want to publicly declare my intentions, however do you know of such an event, or perhaps can recommend someone who might know?"
Fyird assists in the burial process, then leads the group to Oakhurst... thankfully without further interruption. On the way he questions the woman about the incident. "Is this the first time you've had trouble with orc raiders? Have you heard of any other trouble from your neighbors or friends? Do you have any idea where they might be based, or have come from"?
Fyird impatiently taps his foot. "Damn it! Do we bury him, burn him, or leave him for the carrion eaters? Does anybody know"? Religion
Fyird leaves Joxi to interface with the woman and child for now, and moves over to the dead man. "What a Shame Tairdo. Is there nothing we can do for this one"? He motions Arendyl over to take a look. If not then he encourages the others to help him give the man a descent burial, or whatever custom the locals use.
Fyird jogs forward, takes a deep breath to calm himself, and shoots an arrow at the wounded orc. Bow
... and checks his quiver to make sure it didn't get wet and warp the arrows inside.
Fyird positions himself so that none of his travelling mates are between him and the orcs, and releases an arrow from his trusty shortbow... preferably at one distracted by another combatant. Short Bow
Precision Damage (If applicable) But finds the confusion of the moment has affected his normally good aim.
Fyird would do some shopping before they leave. He'll buy the following from his advance... Travelling Gear
Spoiler:
(2) Potions of healing (100) (2) Mules (16) (Switch out from pulling cart) (1) Cart (15) (20) Days of feed (80) for mules and horses (20) Days of rations (100) 5 people (311 GP) Total
"Well I'll be leaving at first light. I've got some limited funds if any of that plan on coming need anything, I suggest you ask now, cause I'll be hitting the road pronto. So who all is in"?
Is this game still on. DM has not posted in two weeks.
"I'd prefer to make sure who all is taking on this quest before I make my intentions known. Suffice it to say that I've been tasked with finding something, and there is gold enough for all should we take on this task and succeed".
Fyird looks at Jaynie a bit puzzled by her speech, then turn to the subject at hand. Anything he might know using his background if he knows what they might encounter on the trail. (Calling on Outlander background)
"Hi the names Fyird, and I couldn't help but overhear that you were headed towards Oakhurst. I have traveled that path before, and would like to have company for the next journey, as it is not one without danger. What say you that we travel together... for safety".
On Fyrid’s approach, Arendyl offers the wood elf a traditional elven greeting. Very formal, probably something Fyrid has not seen in a very long time. After hearing him out Aren seems a little taken back at first and then seems to realize he is the stranger here. ”I assure you friend that I was not intruding on your conversation. I was merely trying to get your attention. I was hoping you may be able direct me to a reputable guide. I am traveling north toward the small town of of Oakhurst. I’m looking for a local that may be able to help me get there. “ Fyird is a bit surprised, and pleased by the old traditional greeting, and returns it in kind. "Well it just so happens that I'm that guide you might be seeking, and if my pointy ears don't deceive me, that table full of capable appearing adventurers, seem to be headed the same way. Shall we make our introductions"?
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