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...
It has been a few days and the narrator has been busy with work and other things so this will be somewhat abbreviated. It is also a few shorter sessions merged together. However, something is better than nothing so here goes. The party, led by Pip and Carp, the young boys who knew where the secret entrance to the Redbrand Hideout, found the entrance and told Pip and Carp that they needed to go on home to stay safe. (Yeah, right) They entered the cave and it led to the basement of the old Tresendar Manor. Almost immediately, they could hear - well not really hear; the voice was just placed in their head - a voice whispering that it was hungry. It was a nothic , guarding the entrance. Rather than fighting the beast, the party made a deal with the nothic that they would bring him food. He seemed appeased for the moment and so they took stock of their surroundings. They were at the southernmost entrance to the basement and saw a crevasse lea...
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