Lone Star Homies

First mini painting. I think it turned out pretty good.  Wizkids bugbear.

When last we left our heroes, they were back at the Green Dragon in the city of Neverwinter taking a well deserved rest. Bess had been rescued and and was back home with her family.  The party was planning their journey to Phandalin. They'd agreed to escort a cart of supplies for their good friend Gundren Rockseeker, who had promised them each 10 gold pieces for what they thought should be a fairly simple task. Unfortunately for them, the task did not turn out to be as simple as they'd planned. It rarely does. About two thirds of the way to Phandalin, the woods ahead narrowed and came in close to the path. There were two dead horses who had been there for about two days, judging by the flies and the bloat. They had been shot with black fletched arrows - a sure sign of goblin mischief. The party carefully went closer to investigate and was not surprised when they were ambushed by goblins. Two jumped out of the woods and two stayed hidden in the woods, keeping a steady ba...

When last we left our heroes, they had just entered the offering room of the temple and defeated six goblins.  They still heard the chanting but it seemed to only be one voice.  They briefly took a look around the room. The goblins had a small pouch of silver coins that the party wasted no time in distributing amongst themselves.  There was a brazier in the middle of the room.  On all the walls there were carvings of gallant knights fighting chaotic monsters, orcs, and goblins.  On one wall there was a carving of a particularly valiant looking knight and under it was the inscription "Oath of the Rhovanian Order - I, Eldacar, swear the Rhovanian Oath; To serve law, battle chaos, and strive to keep the Rhovanian lore secret."  It appeared that centuries ago this was a memorial temple to the Knights of the Rhovanian Order.  The party was in the offering room where the faithful would offer incense to the goddess the Knights of Rhovanian served.  After...

The late afternoon sun was setting and the sounds of merriment began to fill the Green Dragon Inn & Tavern.  The sweet smell of pipe tobacco wafted in lazy clouds and the smell of newly tapped beer kegs massaged the nostrils. Our adventurers sat at the table together discussing the recent business proposition from their old friend, the dwarf Gundren Rockseeker.   Gundren was clearly excited and a more than a little secretive about the reasons for the trip, saying only that he had found “something big” and that he’d pay ten gold pieces each for escorting his supplies safely to Barthen’s Provisions, a trading post in Phandalin.  He then set out ahead on horse, along with a warrior escort named Sildar Hallwinter, claiming he needed to arrive early to “take care of business.” Escorting one cart from Neverwinter to Phandalin.  Seems easy enough. The party is made up of old friends.  There is Tid (Courtney), the half-orc paladin with a short temper and a lo...