Storm King's Thunder

[The Regal Rper]

Dakyte the Wanderer​

Yet another gaping hole and another large rock. Peering through the hole above and glancing towards the startled horses, Dakyte could not help but wonder one thing: why?

What was the causes of all this in this town? What scared these people away so much so that not even one took a horse to hasten their flee?

Hearing noise from the hayloft above, Dakyte supposed he would find his answer soon enough. Staff firmly gripped in one hand the Genasi prowled towards his destination, trying attract as little attention as possible as he made his way topside to get a read of what might be dragged and who might ne doing said dragging.

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Yenric spun slowly on the rope, looking out over the city, taking in the sights. That was when Samson starting yelling at him. "The town!" he shouted back. That was what he saw. It didn't appear that there was anything terribly out of the ordinary ... save, of course, for the rocks peppered everywhere and the eerie emptiness of the abandoned place. He heard Samson continuing to try to converse with him. "Friend! Let me get down first and we can speak properly," he said with a laugh.

"Zi'on, are you still down there? Catch me if I fall. I know I won't be the prettiest maiden to land in your arms, but I might need the help ..." he said, not looking down as he began to climb down the rope. As he was climbing he wondered to himself if being caught by the stone man would be any less painful than falling and landing awkwardly on the floor of the church.

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[Damafaud]

Rina Rubare

Half-Elf Bard
Nightstone
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The tavern had seen better days. Expensive ceramic plates were just shards on the floor. The sweet smell of honey permeated the atmosphere. Blood red wine trickled down from a ledge. It was all a pity, but among the wreckage of the upper class establishment, Rina found herself more confused than mournful.

There was little sign of blood. Apart from the body of goblin rotting by the entrance, little obvious mark of fighting could be seen. The horrible condition of the tavern too, could only attributed to the huge rock. Singular. In other words, a single rock fell through the roof sending everyone into a panic? How did this correlate to the goblin? The missing nightstone from the town square?

Humming. Her ears caught something. Rina held her breath. The noise was not too loud, but it was truly there. Someone- or something, was still in the kitchen. She carefully tiptoed passed the wreckage, not daring to tarry in fear of the source of the voice exiting the kitchen before she could take a peek.

What could be inside?

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Everything seemed to be going well for the most part. Yenric sluid down from the rope and landed on the floor with maybe a small crack in his knees, but safely nonetheless, able to tell the people around him the layout of the land. That is, except for Samson who was stuck on a relatively large cemetery with similar old tombstones (after all, bodies are more often burned than burried nowadays to prevent necromancers running amok) and a crypt in the further end - of someone important it seemed, judging from the care it was given, and the style it was made in. A large rock also landed in the middle of it, crushing some of the graves.

In the meantime, Rina and Dakyte each found their own adventure.

Moving swiftly and carefully, the bard approached the door to the kitchen - partially open, to see two things. First, a part of it was completely ruined. Ceiling fell down, a big clay oven in shambles - seemingly from another large rock. On the other end there was a goblin. It had shortish hair, all decorated with small animal bones, wearing a leather armour, not unlike the dead goblin in the main hall. Besides the goblin lay a large sack, all filled up with things it found in the kitchen. The little creature was now humming some catchy melody, moving its hips to the beat, and going through the pots on a stove whilst standing on one of the open drawers. With a satisfactory "Ooh!" It pulled out a big, crispy sausage, jumping down, and shoving it into the bag, when it saw a big, shining frying pan on a hook, and hurried to take it, only to start forcing it into the bag. It didn't fir, so the goblin, who already dressed herself in an oversized blue apron, grabbed both sides of the sack, forcing the pan inside with her feet. Something cracked inside. By the smell of it, she just squashed a bunch of tomatoes with her attempts. Albeit there was nobody else here, and the place relatively silent, the goblin did not notice Rina just yet, soon returning to the scavenge hunt.

Dakyte, however, was not as lucky. He snuck around, looking up into the loft, only to see a dark figure making a mess upstairs,looking for something in the hay. Large handfuls of it flew p in the air, landing on the floor above. Whoever it was, he was too busy to notice him. That was, until too concentrated on his target, the genasi stepped on big wooden pitchfork, which in turn turned over a bucket, making a ruckus. The figure stopped, hearing it, and the next moment... it was gone. The Genasi didn't even notice what happened and where - maybe too distracted with the bucket himself. But the figure and the noise was gone.

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[Damafaud]

Rina Rubare

Half-Elf Bard
Nightstone
Interaction: Nai, Deidre​

A goblin. Rina slowly moved away from the kitchen before making her way out of the tavern. The goblin wasn't too wary of its surrounding, or about the stone in the kitchen. Did it mean the stones and monsters entering Nightstone were two difference events? Either way, she made her way to the group standing by the square.

"There's a goblin in the tavern's kitchen. It's in a bad condition, but I don't check further because of the goblin."

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Yen landed with a bit of a thud, looking over at the warforged. "Thanks of the backup, Z," he said with a smirk, even though it turned out he didn't need it. Landing in all of the blood from the dead goblins, it was hard not to be reminded of the lives that he had taken. He caught sight of what could only be described as a doll, a small token that one of the goblins had been making. Yenric quickly looked away. He didn't want to acknowledge it, to acknowledge what it meant -- these goblins had family, probably children. No, he told himself, quickly moving away toward the door into the main area of the church. No, he repeated. These were monsters, evil creatures that served no good purpose in this world. Perhaps it was not a doll, perhaps an effigy, some sort of cruel and twisted fetish of one kind or another. He convinced himself of this, the other possibility too hard for him to consider at the moment.

"Come on, you two, Samson is out in the cemetary," he said, to the ranger and the monk.

He made his way out to meet the paladin, a smile on his face. It seemed there was always a smile on his face, even with everpresent danger lurking in the town, or horrors spinning in his head. "Hello Samson. You were asking about a trebuchet? I ... know nothing about it, sadly. I've spent most of my life studying religious texts with a bunch of shut ins. sorry." He shrugged his shoulders and looked around, not at all spooked by the cemetery. "It seems like there would have been a lot of them though, right? I mean, there's a lot of stones around here. There must have been signs of siege equipment outside the walls, and I didn't see any. We could check again," he said with a shrug, though he suspected there were more important things to be done within the walls of the city at this point.

"Have you found anything interesting here?" Yen asked.

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[Sizniche]

Samson rubbed his chin. "Yes, it would seem like there would've had't've been a lotta them, but doesn't something seem weird about these boulders?" He stood there for a moment, before quietly walking past Yenric at a slow pace, along the graveyard path up to a stone that had crushed two graves, examining the dirt around the stone in silence. "Now I've had th'honor of seeing a trebuchet fire, and unless th'stone's all crooked and weird shaped, th'stones almost always have a roll, but I don't think I've noticed anything like that yet with these'uns." He kneeled down to get a better look at the dirt around the stone, examining it do see if there was any sort of significant drag to the dirt. "It's almost like they were... dropped, rather than flung."

Everything about this smacked of strange to Samson; he got the feeling that this wasn't the work of the goblins, who didn't seem particularly numerous, and even in relatively large numbers wouldn't be enough to displace an entire fortified town. Besides, though it was more than possible, he'd never heard of goblins using seige equipment. Was the province even at war? Who nearby would even have the resources to launch an attack and disappear without a trace? All of it simply eluded Samson.

"Anyway, I don't think I've seen anythin' particularly unusual around here, so we can probably rule out necromancy, if we haven't already."

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Observations made in this post based on map art. Will correct if asked.

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[Seraph Darkfire]

"I'm pretty sure that there would be more destruction than this had there been necromancers" Zi'on said after following Yenric as he looked around before wandering over to the crypt "Wonder who this belongs to?" he asked as he looked around for a plaque or some kind of name. It'd be good to take notice of anything that would be important, and anyone with enough money for a decent sized crypt would certainly be important.

"You think these rocks were dropped on them from above? Only a few creatures can do that Sam...at least without wasting a lot of magic or time, and I would rather not meet them at this point"

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[Sizniche]

Samson shrugged a bit. "I make mistakes every now and again, so I'm not sayin' I know for sure, but I figured I might as well throw my two cents in to keep in mind. In any case, we ain't here to mourn, and we ain't here to raise the dead, so there's no use lingerin' around the cemetery much longer." Samson wanted less so to get a move on, and more so to have an excuse to get out of the cemetery. Burial grounds of any sort always gave him the creeps; the idea always gave him the creeps that, with just the materials and the know-how, a place like this could be turned into a standing army. He walked back around to the front of the church, and scanned the town for a new place to search before his eyes fell upon the windmill on the hill.

Samson knew enough about farm work to assume with reasonable certainty that it was a grain mill; Secomber had one, which his grandfather used to use constantly. You can't make bread without flour, after all, and you can't make flour without a grain mill. Often, in towns like these, it was the grain mill that kept everyone fed, and he wouldn't be surprised if the town kept a small portion of their stockpile of flour and wheat inside just for the sake of convenience. If this town was raided in a proper act of war, any raiders--or anyone fleeing the town--would almost certainly make for the windmill to get such reserves. In addition, Samson found it strange that it seemed to be one of the few buildings in the town that was unmolested, yet it was easily one of the simplest targets in the town, being a tall structure on a modest hill. He wondered if the gears inside were still operational, or if they were pillaged for resale.

Samson gave Zi'on a couple of solid pats on the shoulder. "I'm headed up to that hill, gonna check the grain mill out. I know you're still a bit scratched up from the fight with the wolves, so stay safe." And check the grain mill out, he would; he passed what looked to be a barren field without much thought, and made note of another intact building along the path that he would need to investigate later, before cresting the hill and opening the door to the windmill.

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When the warforged examined the crypt, he noticed not a plaque, but a large carving half-arched over the metal door entrance. It was old and weathered, covered in small moss that was so thin it looked like paint, with letters smoothed with age. It took him some time, but he managed to make out most of the letters, and add in the blanks, reading: Here lies Lord Drezlin Nandar. To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die. Zi'on knew little of town's history, but i was safe to assume that this Lord Drezin Nandar was the founder of the town, seeing how another Nandar was the mayor, and that there was a lot of love put into the epitaph. Maybe, fresh flowers, bowls with incense, and sweets as well, although... although the offerings looked more like something one might do to keep a creature inside and at bay rather than show respect. After all, although the offerings were new and plenty, the crypt itself was largely untouched, stone weathered, and walls covered in drying ivy, as if no one dared to touch anything but the bowls at the steps.

Samson in the meantime, passed a couple of houses with their doors wide-open, reaching the windmill. It was untouched by the rocks that peppered the town, and was in the working condition, its sails creaking as they turned. The small door in a chubby tower open, albeit due to the lack of any sort of windows to provide light, he could not see inside. The tower behind the mill, however, was all crushed, as if made of paper, with a large rock laying where it used to be, and stones from the support scattered around. A long ladder fell of it, seemingly intact, but pushed into the ground by the round rock.

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[Sizniche]

Samson sighed. He should've known the lanterns in the mill would be out by now, if there even were any. After all, there was always the possibility they had elves or some other creature with the ability to see in the dark to work the mill so they wouldn't need to risk any fires in the mill or put a vent for the smoke to escape. He set himself down on the ground for a moment, pulling his pack off of his back. After fishing around the contents for a while, pushing rations and assorted cooking equipment out of the way, he drew from his pack a torch and a tinderbox, setting to work lighting the torch for a brief moment. After a brief difficulty getting the flint to spark properly that was quickly resolved by blowing some dust off of it, he lit his torch and proceeded to enter the mill.

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[Equusheart]

Normally, Kyria didn't like the thought of looting a dead body, especially when she had a hand in their deaths. But she still couldn't help but feel there might be something they could use. And, as morbid as the thought was, the goblins weren't going to be using them anymore.

From the first goblin, Kyria tucked away the blocks of incense and gathered up the quiver of arrows. She'd definitely be needing these. Kyria picked up the symbol of Mielikki and gently traced the unicorn's head before slipping the chain around her neck.

With the second goblin, Kyria once again felt a pang of guilt and regret as she looked over the wooden figure and the various materials. Had this goblin been making a doll for someone? A child? Kyria sighed and shook her head sadly before gathering up the doll and the materials, along with the vial of green paint, and placed them where they wouldn't get lost or damaged.

Kyria then picked up the poor box and looked it over before giving it a slight shake to see if there were anything inside.

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Crunch! Crunch! The sounds of coins in the box were akin to a large dog mauling the bone. It didn't sound like a lot of money - unless they were in gold - however, it did seem that the box wasn't emptied for a while. Then again, this was a small town, so probably this money was stashed for a few weeks or even months.

While Kyria was looking though the corpses, Samson entered the mill only to see it working well, gears turning, and a large stone wheel turning and crushing a few grain that was left in here. But as soon as a few steps were made in, a whistling was heard from abode, and an arrow landed right into his shoulder, quickly followed by the next one, brushing right on the seam of his ringmail, leaving a scratch. He heard the snickering, and shuffling from above, looking up to see two dark figures among the beams that quickly scattered around, hiding in the shadows, and... disappearing from sight between the supports of the mill.

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[Seraph Darkfire]

Zi'on sighed as he stepped back from the crypt "Well, it hasn't been disturbed and I'm not going to be the one to disturb it" as a Warforged, he had a lot of respect for those who'd carved out their own little piece of history, to bother the dead...well that just wasn't his idea of a good time. He turned to Yenric "Shall we go see if Samson discovered anything useful in the Mill?" he wasn't expecting much from the village, though the building over the broken bridge looked interesting even from a distance. It was very curious that there was all of this destruction, but no bodies or even sign of bodies. No blood or anything.

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[Sizniche]

"Agh, sonouvabitch!" Samson grasped his shoulder where the arrow was. Fortunately, it didn't get very far past his ringmail, and would be easy to pull out, but now wasn't the time to worry about that. He threw his torch on the floor of the windmill and ran back out, slamming the door behind him and putting his weight against it. He waited for a second to calm his breathing, then another, then another, before finally realizing that he was almost about to burn two people alive.

"Holy hells, what am I doing?" He took his weight off of the door and circled around to the back of the windmill to hide, drawing his sword and shield for self defense in case he was spotted.

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Yen looked around the graveyard, but doubted that there was any information of value there. "Yes, let's swing by the square too," he said to Zi'on. "Maybe the others have found something. We can at least warn them about the goblins." He was already moving away from the church as he spoke. "Or you can just go meet our friend and I will catch up." Even with the danger they had been through and most likely still lurked in the abandoned town, Yenric had a smile on his face and a little bounce to his step. These concerns were hardly a reason to feel down, they were just more things to savor in life.

He saw the bard in the center and approached. "Hello there. There were goblins in the church. We tried to talk, but ... well, it didn't end well for them, I'm afraid. Shame," he said, the smile leaving his face for a brief second. "Have you or the others found anything of note?" He asked. "Samson is checking out the mill ... and ..." he looked around, realizing there was one person he couldn't account for. "Where is the Genasi?" he inquired.

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[Seraph Darkfire]

Zi'on nodded to Yenric "Stay safe my small friend" he said before he headed towards the Mill. Without the bell constantly ringing, it was quite a peaceful place...though the destruction of the buildings and surrounding lands certainly put a sword through the mood. He would have liked to see the place when it had been full of people. Well...it wasn't like the town would stay abandoned forever. Clear out the enemies, send for some aid, and it would be full once more. By his estimate, it was only a short while's trip to Waterdeep.

He stopped at the base of the hill leading up to the large windmill, watching as the large structure turned in the gentle wind "Don't see Sam from here..." he didn't take much time, but he made a quick circle around the base of the hill, keeping his eyes trained on the windmill, listening and watching for any sign of trouble. He made a mental note once again to see if the group could secure scrying orbs for future communication.

 

[Damafaud]

Rina Rubare

Half-Elf Bard
Nightstone
Interaction: Nai, Deidre​

The halfling, Yenric, his name was if she didn't remember it wrong, returned not long after Rina did. The church too had goblins, while the mill would be checked by Samson... which one was Samson again? Yenric then asked about the genasi, the only one not present in their group.

"Dakyte went to check the stable. I checked the tavern. The interior was wrecked with stones. Big stones," Rina reported her finding to Yenric. "oh! There's also a goblin in the kitchen. I ran out before it noticed me since I didn't know what to do."

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"I think I can remember singing that song as a child," the halfling said looking up at Rina. As unlikely as it was, he began to sing a small tune. "Oh, there's a goblin in the kitchen, there's an ogre in the den, there's a dragon in the back yard wondering where you've been ..." At that point he just broke into a giggle. It was certainly not appropriate for the time, but it didn't stop Yenric. He smiled. "Well, it seems there are goblins here. Shame no one speaks the language. You don't, do you?" He thought for a moment and furrowed his brow. "Even if we did, we've already killed their worgs ... and their two friends that were playing with the bell. I don't think they would take real kindly to any of that." He frowned, an uncommon occurrence for the happy-go-lucky fellow.

"They are evil creatures, right?" He asked, looking for some more assurance that they had done the right thing in dispatching the pair in the church. He still wasn't feeling too comfortable with all of the killing, but he had justified it in his head. They had had no choice. "Zi'on went to check on Samson, and ... I think I should head that way too. Anyone is welcome to join. There is safety in numbers."

He left the center of the village and headed to see if he could catch up with the warforged. He hummed the little tune he had made up as he went.

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If there was any question about where was Samson and the rest of the group, they disappeared the next few seconds. The paladin didn't see it, however, the torch's fire quickly found what it was looking floor - dust, and flour, and hay on the floor, catching them on fire in a manner of a second, creating a large, even pool of flames on the ground floor. And when he opened the door, the draft caught it, creating a whirlwind of flames that spread up along the beams, making the roof almost explode into flames. Zi'on was the only one prepared for this, however, and not caught off-guard, seeing the flames rolling inside, snaking up to the wooden mechanism. Muffled squealing was heard from it, and the thumping of heavy boots. Soon, where the sails met, two other goblins appeared, coughing, their clothes and hair on fire, eyes watering. They both, without hesitation, made a leap down, one of them landing face-first into the ground with a terrible crunch as it smashed its face over the road. It might have still been alive, judging from the movement, but the second one landed right on top of it, finishing its friend off. But it had no time to stop and think about it. Engulfed in flames, the four-foot creature sped up towards the keep, squealing, not even noticing anyone hiding behind the mill, and jumped down from the broken bridge and into the moat with a loud splash.

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[Seraph Darkfire]

Zi'on made a whistling noise as he watched the Mill go up in flames "Well...Samson certainly knows how to get our attention" he watched as a Goblin fell from the mill to only meet it's inevitable end at the feet of its comrade who quickly ran towards the moat "Wonder if the leaders of this place put something dangerous in the water" he idly considered going after the poor creature to finish it off properly but decided against it. He needed to make sure Sam was alright before anything else.

He quickly headed up the hill towards the burning mill, towards the figure of his ally. If anyone should be alright after something like that, it would be a Paladin. Whether their faith held, their magic certainly would.

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Yenric hadn't quite caught up to Zi'on when he saw the mill burst into flame, figures tumbling out of it, some on fire, some hitting the ground and not moving. "Oh sweet Tymora!" He said, his eyes going wide at the sight ahead of him. He had no idea what had happened, or if any of his new companions were involved. He began running to the small hill where the mill sat, mentally readying a healing spell if one of his friends was injured. He was a novice though, and considering the damage fire could do, he was skeptical that he would be of much use. He felt a deep seeded need grow inside of him to learn more, to improve, to be the best.

"What's going on?" He shouted, as he caught closer to the warforged and the mill itself. "Where is Samson?" He asked with concern in his voice.

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[Equusheart]

Kyria tucked the box away safely in her pack. She'd try to open it later. If they found any left alive in this village, Kyria would be sure to give it to them. If they didn't find, well, then she supposed the party could split it. Not finding anything else of use, Kyria stood and looked at the two dead goblins.

They were only goblins. And yet Kyria still felt that she should do or say something for them. Lifting a hand to touch the symbol of Mielikki that now hung around her neck, Kyria bowed her head.

"Mielikki guide you to where the forest grows deep, the rivers run cool, the the game is plentiful."

Kyria then turned and left. She had just stepped out of the church when the mill went up in flames.

"What the hell happened?" Kyria shouted as she ran up to Yen and Zi'on.

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[Seraph Darkfire]

"Before everything exploded, Sam was up here" he replied to Yenric as they headed up the hill, turning his attention to Kyria "Best I can tell from what I saw, a fire was started inside of the mill and quickly caught the dust and leftover flour. It spread and caused the explosion we saw" as they crested the top of the hill near the back of the mill, he nodded towards the figure there "And there is our illustrious Paladin, I really hope you didn't try to smite someone in there. The last thing we need is another story of divine punishment" he laughed.

"But seriously, you alright? We should probably get away from this place" he wasn't the type of being to worry about a mill burning down...or the fact that it was still burning down near them. He cared about those who he cared about. A mill could be replaced, living beings couldn't.

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[Sizniche]

When the grain mill went up in a plume of fire, Samson reflexively lifted his shield above his head to guard himself from any small debris that might fall on him, whereupon he saw a goblin ablaze running desperately to the bridge over the moat, taking a dive into the water below. He only briefly muttered, "Poor bastard," before his warforged companion addressed him. He admittedly looked just a bit foolish in that moment, with his shield over his head and in a slight crouch, as he was somewhat expecting to flush the goblins out and get the jump on them. He straightened out his stance, and slung his sword and shield back onto his back, though neglected to remove the arrow from his shoulder; it was shallow enough that the adrenaline rush made him forget the pain for a moment.

"Heh, funny you should mention, I don't actually quite have my head wrapped around the whole smitin' thing yet," he said, sheepishly, "That was a torch." He paused for a moment, a bit dumbfounded in the moment. "That, uh... that wasn't intentional. At least, not quite to that extent."

He looped back around to see the elf ranger and the halfing Yenric. "Well, it looks like the gang's all here, for the most part. I apologize for causin' a fuss; we aughta move as a group from here on out." He glanced up at the fortification on the hill. "What are we thinkin' on doin' next? 'Cus we ain't getting everywhere searchin' every nook n' cranny in the town."

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