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The Adventurers met in a dark narrow bar (their neighborhood dive) called the Tipped Cattle. They kind of introduced themselves when a Dwarf named Douglin ran in yelling that Goblins had gotten his friends. After some negotiations conducted by Råskogg the adventurers rushed to help, killing a couple goblins and a large rat down in the mines. After the skirmish they were greeted by a Hobgoblin wearing very tight pants.
Braith – greasy, freckled gnome talking to mice
Karina – human, priestess outfit, face tattoo
Fenngar – human, generic druid with beautiful golden red hair, mysterious skull ring
Liliana Vastion – human, 12 year old girl wearing tattered old clothes that were clearly at one time very nice
Baal – genasi, big cloak, bald, green marble skin: never more than a few feet away from Lily. Not always there, though.
Råskog – red dragonborn, plain leather armor.
Sigrid (Kalmar) Geldef – human, attractive, brown hair. Wearing a pendant with a ship on it, and a wedding ring.
evening, early fall
The last gleams of sunlight struggled through the haze over Corlan. It would soon be dark, despite the early hour. Liliana Vastion narrowed her eyes at the two men with knives drawn on her. One of them was talking, but she didn’t pay any attention. She wanted them to think she was helpless before they got smashed. That would be funny. She smiled; it didn’t reach her eyes.
‘I think you’d best clear out.’ A new voice snapped her out of her reverie. The men spun around to confront the woman behind them – only to find themselves staring at naked steel, one blade for each of them. The bigger one gulped, his eyes darting from the sword to the pendant around the neck of the bearer: an oval containing a ship, with the stock and arms of an anchor jutting out from behind. The smaller one opened his mouth to speak, and got a punch in the arm from his friend.
‘Yes Ma’am!’ said the bigger man. He grabbed his friend; they ran off, soon disappearing into the fog of smoke.
‘HEY!’ Lily was livid, a flickering orange gleam in her eyes. ‘I HADthat!’
‘I bet you did, kid. What’s your name?’
Liliana drew herself up to her full height, all 4 feet of it.
‘I am Liliana Vastion, [full titles here]. And don’t you forget it.’
The woman raised her eyebrows at this. ‘A pleasure to meet you, Liliana Vastion [full titles]. My name is Sigrid Geldef [of the Kaldar clan]. Might I petition my lady for directions to the nearest alehouse?’
Liliana looked thoughtful for a second. ‘Well… there’s this place where the owner gives me the last of the day’s milk before it spoils…’
She flounced off, Sigrid close behind.
The Tipped Cattle
None of the light from the fast-waning day made it through the two small windows at of the Tipped Cattle. Fortunately, none of the smoke from outside made it in, either.
A scattering of people sat fairly evenly distributed throughout the small, narrow tavern, a few chatting quietly with the servers, most sitting and listening to the musical stylings of a mist-elf strumming a harp and singing on a small stage crowded into the back corner.
Sigrid and Lily stepped inside. While Sigrid took a moment to look around and let her eyes adjust to the dim candlelight, Lily made a beeline straight for the table closest the stage, where sat a grimy-looking gnome and a large red dragonborn, both eating food that they apparently brought in themselves. The gnome had split his crumbly travel-bread into pieces and was feeding it to a pair of brown mice, apparently conversing with them in squeaks and gestures, while the dragonborn consumed his turkey leg in silence.
The orc bartender looked up from wiping down the bar for a second. ‘Hey kid, you know you’re not supposed to be in here during operating hours!’ Lily ignored him, and ducked behind the dragonborn. The bartender sighed and went back to his task. She peeked out, checking for his glare. The Dragonborn looked at her sidelong and raised an eyebrow. She started climbing on him.
“Hey kid, you should really not be doing that,” he warned her, attempting to shrug her off. Noticing the commotion, the bartender looked up again.
“You really shouldn’t be in here. I’m going to have to throw you out” he said, pitching his voice so that it carried over the other patron’s conversations. Lily slid off the Dragonborn, who looked relieved that he didn’t have to remove her himself. He went back to his food, and mug of beer.
“I’m with her!” Lily said petulantly to the bartender, pointing to Sigrid, who’d made it to the table and sat down. The bartender looked at Sigrid to confirm. Sigrid nodded. He again went back to his work.
Seeing Lily prepping to continue her summit, Sigird looked at the other denizen of the table.
“So, you don’t look like you’re from here. What’s your name? How did you come to be in Corlan?” she said, sizing up the gnome. He looked up, surprised that someone was addressing him.
He squeaked a couple of times before catching himself, replying “My name is Braith Mosswyck, of Brockhall. I’m not from here, you’re right. I got here by taking the middle path south for two miles, then the left fork at the crow tree…” he continued to give a very detailed turn-by-turn account of his journey. Sigrid’s eyes started to glaze over.
Lily had abandoned the Dragonborn, finding him unresponsive. She drifted to the gnome, staring at the mice he was feeding. Interrupting his speech, she started asking questions about them. Braith was happy to tell her about them, although slightly confused at the content of her questions.
There was a commotion at the door. A human priestess wearing an elaborately embroidered wimple walked in after a harried-looking man, belaboring the finer points of some theological concept. She seemed to be just at the end of her speech; which was just as well, because the instant the Orc behind the bar heard talk of Gods, he looked up; fire in his eyes. She concluded and bid her ‘friend’ farewell, looking around the bar.
A half-elf waitress walked over to Sigrid. Motioning quietly for her attention. A terrible scar marred her skin, starting at the base of her right ear, continuing across her neck and just touching her collarbone on the left side. It became clear after a few seconds that she was mute. She gestured to Sigrid, wondering what she wanted to drink, “Oh, I’ll have a dark Ale.” Sigrid said. The waitress turned to Braith, lifting her eyebrows expectantly.
“Oh, I’ll have what she got.” He said, pointing to Sigrid. She nodded, turned, and walked to the next table to check on them.
The priestess walked over to the table, having started in their direction at the word ‘Dark’. “Do you need light in your lives, friends?” she asked, addressing no one in particular.
“I guess it is pretty dark in here” Braith said after a second. The priestess smiled brightly and nodded, grabbing the Dragonborn’s mostly-empty flagon of beer and muttering a quick invocation to Dol Ara. The flagon filled with light, and she set it down in the center of the table, looking pleased with herself.
“Oh uh, would you like to eat with us?” Braith asked, offering her some of his mouse-nibbled travel rations. She was about to respond, when the halfling woman who’d walked over cleared her throat, barely visible over the edge of the table.
“Um, we have, atmosphere? And you’re, um, ruining it?” She said, seeming equally alarmed at the light and the fact that she was confronting them about it. The priestess looked affronted, opening her mouth to give the waitress a piece of her mind when a tall, auburn-headed man, up to now smoking in the opposite corner, strode up to the table and threw a handkerchief over the flagon. The light glinted off a silver skull ring for a just a moment as he covered it. He looked pointedly at the priestess. The Halfing woman murmured her thanks and scurried away.
Breath turned to the man. “Welcome! Would you like to eat with us?” He asked, holding out a now-meager portion of travel rations. The man’s refusal was cut off by a loud BANG as the door was thrown open by a very emotional, well-muscled dwarf.
“MY FRIENDS! GOBLINS! PLEASE HELP!” He cried, breathless from running, his voice shrill with panic and desperation.
Lily, on raskogg’s shoulders now, stands up and thrusts her arms in the air ‘I will help him!’
They get his story
Goblins… in the dark… I can’t fight!
I WILL BRING THE LIGHT
Raskogg asks if he got guards
he says he did
he is lying, Raskogg asks:
‘Why don’t you tell us what is really going on here’
The dwarf squeals.
‘uh uh, me and my brothers were in the mines and… uh… we weren’t mining’
‘Okay, but why don’t we get the guards? it’s what they are paid for. We aren’t getting paid to help you’
’OH YES PAYMENT ’
‘how about 170’
‘sounds good!’ (the dwarf is not very smart)
‘kid this is much too dangerous for you.’ (Lily makes a face)
“By the way, my name is Douglin”
Raskogg introduces himself
Douglin is sobbing with relief that he’s found help. He manages to avoid any and all city watch as he leads down to the undercity and eventually past the outer gates and down into a passage that leads into one of the main tunnels down into the mines
He loads everyone up into a cart, and they start off down the tunnel.
‘Cart ride! YAAAAYYY’
A cart ride later
‘OK, we’re here’ Douglin says.
Braith jumps out of the cart and runs around the corner, rounding it he says to all the larger people ’it’s good if you let me set the pace’
Fenngar hears goblin laughter
They come across a pair of doors across from each toher on either side of the hallway. Sigrid immediately investigates, finding neither of them locked.
Raskogg addresses the dwarf, asking what he knows about the layout of the mine.
Fenngar ‘So Douglin, you say there was a deal?’
‘So, my Brother may be a smuggler. I don’t reallyknow the details. ’ (lily – ‘I love smuggles!’)
‘The goblins were there, our contact attacked him, and i ran’
so which way are they, ‘Douglin begins to launch into a long explanation’ Braith begins walking.
Sigrid hands him the glowing tankard
The goblin cackling gets louder. eventually the tunnel opens up into into a large cavern with a shrine at the end to MorriDorf, a dwarven mning god.
The walls are decorated with large, painted reliefs lit with torches depicting dwarven scenes of mining and drinking
In front of those murals there is a Goblin Dipping his knife into a dead dwarf and painting his blood on the wall.
Braith sees red and runs in, yelling ‘battlecry’. There’s a shout, from behind a pillar, but the goblin isn’t warned in time; he swings at the goblin and misses.
Hearing the sounds Raskogg raises an eyebrow and jogs to the side, to get a better view of the battlefield. Noticing the furry butt of a very large rat, he reaches his hand out and eldritch blast, but misses in the dim light.
Fenngar calmly walks to the right, and speaks a word. Immediately Braith starts glowing with blue light, as does the rat. The Rat is not happy about it. One Goblin tries to get out of the way of the pulse of blue light; trips and smacks his head. The light catches his chain shirt, lighting him up and becoming amplfied, lighting up the stone alter and the dwarf corpse at his feet.
Fenngar yells ‘Surrender and we can resolve this peacefully!’
The Bigger goblin yells, ‘Never!’ and the smaller one does too; about a half second later.
Boss-Gobby clutches his head in pain and attempts to hit braith: hi hits and braith just grimaces. Ducking away, he runs to the other Goblin: ‘BROTHER, ATTACK!’
Stepping out of the shadows, Sigrid throws two daggers in quick succession: the first hits his mark in the chest of the larger goblin. While the second dagger is in mid-air, Boss-gobby grabs the goblin near him and pulls him in front just in time for the dagger to bury itself in the second goblins throat. The second goblin dies.
The rat jumps at dragonborn and bites him.
Lily yells, ‘Baaaaaaaal’ and runs up to the rat. Baaaal materialized above her as she runs, disoriented, ‘what is happening?’ she stops in front of the rodent, which is facing off against the rodent. ‘HIT IT’ she yells. ‘which one?’ ‘The furry one!’ A large fist
Karina Sacred flame
Braith kills the goblin
GOBLIN KING he wears very tight pants