The wasteland is perilous, with many magical creatures. There used to be forts along the routes; maybe we could use them as we go. ... When do we go?
The wasteland is perilous, with many magical creatures. There used to be forts along the routes; maybe we could use them as we go. ... When do we go?
"Do we have any idea of how long this journey may take? Even with these provisions, I still think it may be a good idea to prepare at least one spell for water. Wastelands can be dangerous for those unprepared, even druids."
"Do we have any idea of how long this journey may take? Even with these provisions, I still think it may be a good idea to prepare at least one spell for water. Wastelands can be dangerous for those unprepared, even druids."
"Flint, I have access to spells that will provide us water for our journey, but none that will help us deal with water in other way."
"And to voice my opinion in answer to Ivan's question, I feel that we should rest for another night and leave in the morning. Some in the party could use more time to rest and heal with my assistance."
Resting one more day is a good idea. IT gives us time to acquire the gear needed to traverse the arid lands.
As Ivan, Garret, Anyssa and Eland finish their meal and head back towards the warehouse, Ashwyn catches Garret's eye.
"You wished to speak with me?" he asks, inviting the halfling back into the kitchen with a gesture. "I have a few moments."
[occ]Ivan is wondering wether he could say he has been called back to his temple. Would that allow him to leave the city unmolested? Perhaps he could act as a distraction while the others leave another way.[/ooc]
"Alright. The rest of you go on ahead."
DM:
Damandor approaches Grunthor and speaks a few whispered words in a language that Gruntor cannot understand, and then lays one of his hands on Grunthor. Cure Light Wounds: 1d8+1=8
"At the moment I'm not aware of a valid reason that the guards would accept for letting us out of the city, or where we could get papers, valid or not, to allow us to leave. I will ponder this during my evening study and meditation."
When the party returns from the Strangled Chicken, Grunthor asks what information they dug up.
Ivan wants to know who has been outside the city besides him.
I grew up in the wastelands to the West of Bastion. I moved to Bastion recently.
Garret:
Ivan wants to know who has been outside the city besides him.
"Underground for most of my life and the forests above for the last 2 years. I only came into town for herbs that couldn't be found in the forest."
Ivan does his exercises and meditation while waiting to leave.
Damandor continues to study the tome that they recovered from the crate while awaiting the return of the others.
He looks up briefly to answer Ivan's question and says, "I have lived here my whole life, and unfortunately, have little knowledge of the lands outside the city."
GM:
Garret returns from the restaurant. "No, I've never been outside the city."
Damandor says, "I believe that I could get papers saying that we are on a pilgrimage to the shrine of Corellon to the south of Bastion, but with the lack of reverence the the leaders of the city hold for Corellon, I doubt that alone would be enough to get us out of the city. We still may need to negotiate and/or bribe our way out. I would be willing to use some of the money we found at Antius' house for a bribe if needed."
"I myself am not practiced in the art of negotiation, but I may be able aid whichever of us is best at speaking, and also with some help from Corellon, hinder the guard at the gate we must speak to, but to prepare for this I will need time to prepare and we will need to wait until tomorrow morning. I will also need to get the nessasary documents from Theriandor. What say ye, is it a good idea?"
Edit: Monty, I realized that I can't make an untrained Knowledge (Local) check, but looks like it didn't matter anyway. Thanks.
Damandor:
Damandor will go to Theriandor at the Shrine of Corellon and explain the plan that they have put together to get out of the city. He will ask Theriandor if he will prepare a letter stating that they are going on a pilgrimage to the Shrine of Corellon to the south of Bastion. He also requests that it list each person in the party and what their purpose in joining the pilgrimage is.
Once, he returns with the letter, he will return to the warehouse and at the appropriate time will perform his daily meditation and study. He will also spend some of that time studying the tome from the crate.
Grunthor should probably be a hired guard as it is doubtful the guards would believe he was a novice to an elven god. He is not that good an actor.
Anyssa can be a very clumsy servant. With her slight figure and oversized clothes she looks more like a young boy than a girl, so servant is probably her most believable role.
Ivan could also be a guard or a pilgrim to his temple. He has no weapons to hide so he might be able to pull that off.
No need to pay attention to me, I'm just another humble servant
Damandor returns to the temple to get the necessary papers from Theriandor, authorising your exit from the city for a religious pilgrimage. Damandor, Eland and Ivan are identified as the pilgrims, accompanied by their servants Anyssa and Garret. Flint and Grunthor are described as guards. Coming from the temple of Corellon, the documents should carry some weight, however it is always possible a cleric of Hextor or one of the Warlord's men could cause trouble, despite your authorisation.
You can purchase any supplies you wish through the day - caravans in general leave from the foreign quarter and the usual sorts of things one might need for travel can be found there.
Having no money, Ivan decides to go to the docks and work for the day to earn some money for hard tack and a waterskin. Maybe try to win a fight with someone on the docks for a little extra. .
Damandor will continue his preparations for the next day and leave it to the others to gather the supplies.
Grunthor suggests a packhorse to carry some of our gear and supplies. Also, it would make a better place to hide his greatsword. Then he will go by his employer's place to inform him the he will be gone for a while as a caravan guard.
Flint rearranges the his pack so it will be more comfortable during the (possible more than one or two day long) trip.
Grunthor will also stop and purchase some more trail rations and an extra waterskin. Does anyone have an idea how long this might take and in what general direction we are headed. If we are going west, I will have some idea of how to survive in the wasteland.
Anyssa purchases some more rations and a bedroll. The extra weight in her pack causes her to grimace and agree that a packhorse or donkey or something might be a really good idea.
Damandor so wrapped up in his preparations to get the grop of adventurers out of the city, finally realizes that he shouldn't have left it up to the others to gather supplies for him.
Leaving the warehouse late in the afternoon he quickly gathers some food stuffs for the journey.
The following morning, all preparations have been made and all are ready to go. The party leaves the warehouse in groups of one or two as to appear less obvious when leaving the building that has become their temporary headquarters.
They meet a couple of streets over in front of a bakery that they have all seen in their comings and goings.
Once together, the they start for the western gate to the city. Damandor's mood although a bit somber at the prospects of trying to get out of the city, also has a bit of a gleem in his eye and a slight smile at the excitement of being on the move again.
Damandor vigilent as ever keeps an eye and ear out for any trouble that might be coming their way. Looks as if the morning noise of the city is too much for Damandor to notice anything out of the ordinary.
Once the party is about 100 feet from the gate, Damandor leads them to the side of the street and takes some time to study the guards at the gate. He is looking to see if there is one particular guard or official that is checking the papers of those leaving the city. As he does this he gives some instruction to the rest of the party.
Monty, what if anything does Damandor notice?
Anyssa, I'll go half with you if you want to get a mule and packsaddle, The mule would be a total of 8 gp and the packsaddle another 5. Feed for him would be cheap, but a bit weighty, 5cp/day and 10 lbs.
Anyssa, I'll go half with you if you want to get a mule and packsaddle, The mule would be a total of 8 gp and the packsaddle another 5. Feed for him would be cheap, but a bit weighty, 5cp/day and 10 lbs.
"I would and gladly. But I only have seven gold total left of my own money."
"I would and gladly. But I only have seven gold total left of my own money."
6gp would be enough if you can go with that.
"I would and gladly. But I only have seven gold total left of my own money."6gp would be enough if you can go with that.
"Okay, well I have six gold." She'll hand over the money since he seems to know what arrangements and such to make and she hasn't the faintest clue about livestock.
When Grunthor returns with the mule Damandor says, "I will help defray the cost of the mule. As I may have need for it to carry some of my supplies."
"And I can look after the mule as we go. I, unlike my cave-dwelling brethren, don't mind horses or their kin one bit."
Having purchased supplies and a small donkey to carry them, you spend one final night in Antius's warehouse before heading out early the next day. Grunthor's large sword is concealed beneath the packs, strapped along the donkey's back. Although not visible to a casual inspection, it will be relatively easy to find if anyone searches thoroughly.
Dawn is just breaking as you make your way through the twisted streets of the slums. You have Theriandor's letter with you - hopefully your pass out of the city, but for now you have to join the long line of lowlifes who file through the western gate each morning. Most of them are miners, who spend their days working the hills just outside of town. The line is long and slow moving, up ahead Damandor can see a priest of Hextor inspecting the paperwork of everyone passing through the gates - he lets most through with the briefest of challenges although from time to time he asks a few questions before allowing people to leave.
You queue for close to an hour, although the dark stormclouds threaten rain, you are at least spared that discomfort for now as you inch ever closer to the gate. From time to time, a party of guards or citizens approach the gate directly, the cleric ceasing his interrogation of Bastion's lowlifes to inspect their papers before waving them through.
As the party is waiting in line, Damandor speaks a few words in the language that he uses when casting spells and then touches Garret. He then repeats the process for each of the party members including himself.
Damandor, then waiting until the cleric is distracted checking someones papers, summons his courage. He holds his holy symbol in one hand and gestures with his other while chanting quietly.
Garret walks up to the cleric's desk and clears his throat. "Uh, excuse me guv'ner."
Garret walks up to the cleric's desk and clears his throat. "Uh, excuse me guv'ner."
"Well sir, Master Damandor here is leading a pilgrimage to another temple of Corellon Larenthian, and may we please pass through this gate guv'ner?"
"Well sir, Master Damandor here is leading a pilgrimage to another temple of Corellon Larenthian, and may we please pass through this gate guv'ner?"
Flint tries to very hard help Garret and does well(especially for a dwarf!). He hopes he at least maked the story seem more truthful.