CH. 01 - Road to Icewind Dale

[Dallion80]

dallion seems to look at the goblins equipment with distaste

[Daos]

MALAVAR:  "...I sidestepped the ogre's fist when I should have ducked..."

"An ogre did that?" Taska asks with surprise.  "Then I'm pretty impressed your head is still attached.  I had a half-ogre on my crew, and she could kill a man with a single punch.  And she was only half-ogre."

MALAVAR:  "Master Peddywinkle, Drezden recovered a small trove of treasure from the wagons the goblins had seized, and we also have their weapons and armour. You are an experienced merchant - perhaps you could estimate what these items might be sold for once we reach Targos?"

"Is that so?" Peddywinkle asks.  "Well, it is quite late, though.  Perhaps in the morning..."

"Oh, no need," Taska interjects.  "Let me take a look.  I'm pretty good with that sort of thing."

She is unsure of the scrimshaw's value, as such items are usually only found further up north.  She judges the silver ring to be worth around 15 gold pieces, though.

JAXLE:  "Take this if you do not have one."

"Wow, thanks!  Gosh, it's even got old blood stains on it.  You can tell it's got a lot of character," Dell says as he examines the dagger.

"Hey, careful with that thing," Raffery chides.  "It's not a toy.  You could put your own eye out with it."

"Sorry, Uncle," Dell replies, crestfallen.

DREZDEN:  "We brought what we could carry the goblins and ogres did a number on 3 wagons so we had no other way to get the cargo back here other than carry it."

"Sounds like they've been raiding caravans for awhile now," Peddywinkle observes.  "But at least they will not be bothering anyone else."

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Malavar casts Cure Light Wounds on himself, restoring (1d8):  7 HP.  He is now fully healed.

Taska makes an Appraising check on the scrimshaw (1d20):  14, fail.
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Taska makes an Appraising check on the silver ring (1d20):  8, pass.

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(OOC:  Okay, so between the goblin equipment, the pelts, the scrimshaw, the ring, the coins and the scroll, who is carrying what until we reach Targos?)

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[GreyWolfVT]

Drezden "I'd like to warn a goblin before it died said something about orcs to the north, least thats what I think it was saying." the dwarf looks at Krah out of the corner of his eye with a pleased look.

[Rax]

"An ogre did that?" Taska asks with surprise.  "Then I'm pretty impressed your head is still attached.  I had a half-ogre on my crew, and she could kill a man with a single punch.  And she was only half-ogre."

Malavar responds with a slight bow. "It was a hard fought battle. If not for Drezden's intervention, the ogre might have finished me when he tore my spear from my hands. Fortunately, Drezden distracted it long enough for me to recover my weapon and pierce the ogre's heart. Tempus smiled on us this day, for certain."

[Daos]

DREZDEN:  "I'd like to warn a goblin before it died said something about orcs to the north, least thats what I think it was saying."

"Orcs, eh?" Peddywinkle says.  "Not surprising.  It seems this entire road is fraught with such things.  Perhaps we'll be lucky and avoid them, but if not, then I'm sure you all can deal with them as you have these goblins."

MALAVAR:  "It was a hard fought battle. If not for Drezden's intervention, the ogre might have finished me when he tore my spear from my hands. Fortunately, Drezden distracted it long enough for me to recover my weapon and pierce the ogre's heart. Tempus smiled on us this day, for certain."

"Sorry I missed it," Taska says with a slight frown.  "Things were perfectly dull here.  Didn't even see a snow fox pass by."

[Dallion80]

Dallion that night prepares read magic so the next day he can examine the scroll found. he has been rather quiet since his words to the cleric. 

[Rax]

"Sorry I missed it," Taska says with a slight frown. "Things were perfectly dull here. Didn't even see a snow fox pass by."

Malavar laughs. "If events so far are anything to go by, Captain, this won't be the last fight we find ourselves in. When the next one is upon us, I shall save a spot for you in the front line."

[GreyWolfVT]

Drezden when he has a moment walks over to Dallion and Malavar when they are not around the Peddywinkle or his regular staff and takes out the scroll he has from his last adventure. "I found this in daggerdale if either of you can make heads or tails of it keep it."

[Daos]

The rest of the night passes without incident.  The following morning, Dallion prepares a deciphering spell to read the scrolls.

The scroll Drezden produced only contains a single spell--Fumble (4th level).  But the scroll taken from the goblin camp contains several spells, all 1st level:  Charm Person, Detect Magic, Hypnotism, Light, and Sleep.

[Daos]

With that settled, the party moves on through the pass. As suddenly as the mountains began, three mornings past, they now end, and all the northland opens wide before them, as if they have emerged from a dim tunnel into a bright sun. Waist-high brown-and-green grass covers the tundra before them, the sudden and almost explosive spring growth that marks this forlorn land. The vista before them seems almost completely flat, not a mountain or a hillock to be seen, offering an unbroken view to the horizon.

But as much as their view has widened with their leaving the mountains, their hearing seems to diminish, for a mournful, monotonous, and continuous wind thrums in their ears, a constant background noise that forces them to raise their voice even to converse with their companions.

"We should arrive in Targos in less than a week now!" Peddywinkle yells over the wind.

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Day 14 encounter (1d10):  10, no encounters

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Night 14 encounter (1d10):  3, no encounters

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Day 15 encounter (1d10):  2, no encounters

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[Rax]

"What a strange and desolate land," Malavar muses, making no special effort to be heard. "But beautiful, in its own way."

"This wind is going to get on my nerves before we make Targos, though! That much is certain!" he shouts back at Peddywinkle, drawing his cloak tight against the wind.

[GreyWolfVT]

Drezden "Nice enough that some dwarves settled up in Icewind Dale along with humans not to mention the barbarian tribes up there." the dwarven ranger chimes in "It'd be nice if the wind calmed down a bit though, we give our position away with all the yelling then again anything out here may not be able to hear over the wind either."

[Dallion80]

Dallion wraps himself in his cloak trying to prevent the cold wind from cutting into him. He looks at his employer and the other be fore speaking. "I don't see how the dwarves live in a place like this but I agree with my friend hear all this yelling could lead to us being targeted."

[Daos]

The next few days pass without problem, aside from the howling winds and biting cold.  On the afternoon of the twentieth day, the wagons roll across a small bridge, a small but swift moving river rushing by beneath.

"The Shaengarne tributary!" Master Peddywinkle cries, obviously overjoyed. "Almost there! We'll see the peak of Kelvin's Cairn, the lone mountain in these parts, before the dusk, and tomorrow we'll see the walls of Bryn Shander, or maybe Targos itself!"

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It is now Mirtul 5th.

Day 16 Encounter

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Day 17 Encounter
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Day 18 Encounter
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Day 20 Encounter
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[GreyWolfVT]

Drezden "That lone mountain is where clan battlehammer created a new home. Heard talks of a drow elf ranger came here and lived on that mountain in a cave. Heard a halfling found good fishing on a lake I think near Bryn Shander. Figure we'll find out if we have time." the dwarf continues with his tale least what he can recall of it.