Bryn was disappointed to hear she wasn't a real smith, but his disappointment was short lived as a crossbow was pointed in his direction.
He was surprised when Vutha spoke up and the woman listened. "Traveled with him to town after we saved his life from the goblins, yes. I've no idea who the...
The basement hatch was held in place by a large, heavy chain; it rattled as Tristan tried to open it. Reaching through the gap, he was able to release the chain and fully open the door exposing stairs down into the dark, unlit basement. Tristan begins his decent, Kharul following closely behind...
Bryn stood upright with a pleasant smile and extended a hand. "Bryn Meliscient, artisan blade smith; you may call me Bryn. Always a pleasure to meet a fellow smith." He peered behind him to make sure he wasn't missing anything. "This is my associate, Vutha. She's interested in purchasing some of...
As Alveron and Biz made their way to the back of the house and Tristan and Kahrul waited in the tavern, the foot steps continued. The two headed to the residence hear footsteps on the other side of the door as they approach, but they stop abruptly as they reach the door. Alveron peers through...
Bryn collected his supplies, stuffing them into his pack. "Thanks Barthen. Until next time." He turned to Calal and Vutha, "Maybe we should split up at this point? Vutha and I can stop by the Lionshield Coster, she can get her weapons and I'll see about a reward for those crates from the cave...
Ben watched the elemental as its form shifted and it became an avatar for The Sea. "Most of the stories I grew up with centered around sailing, superstition, and my family." He squeezed his hands tight, resisting the urge to grab his bow and riddle the creature with arrows. He knew it would be a...
Bryn smiles, "It's a wonderful perfume. I'm sure she'll love it, and I appreciate your generosity. It'll just take me a moment to retrieve it." Bryn stepped out to the cart, removing the perfume from his chest and counting out twenty two silver coin and one gold before returning to Barthen. He...
Bryn smiled, "Alright then, thanks for the information." He sighed, that was a lot of non-answers for a lot of important questions. Bryn had hoped the old man could at least point them in the right direction for who to speak with, but he'd just have to settle for asking around. "While we're...
Tristan finds himself stopped by a locked door which Alveron offers to open with her thieves' tools. She kneels in front of the door, finding an all too simple lock. After just a moment of practiced work, the lock clicks and the door swings open.
The interior of the tavern is a stark contrast...
"I, for one, could use some information on a great many things, if you know anything. In regards to Gundren, there was mention of a... Black Spider? Someone who sent the goblins after Gundren. Have you ever heard of someone by that name or title? What about Cragmaw Castle, Sildar mentioned it...
Bryn stepped forward and offered a hand to the man, "Greetings, I am Bryn Meliscient, you must be Barthen. These are my associates, Vutha, Fuska Hornblower Nugaligala, Merimar Katis, and Calal Despani." Bryn indicated each as he went through their names, before he frowned slightly, "Gundren was...
Finally the carriage comes to a smooth, slow stop. The driver can be heard climbing down the ladder and seen through the window as he rounds the side of the cabin. "Right then, here we are, Trollskull Manor on Trollskull Alley." He spoke as he opened the door and offered each of you a hand...
Bryn nodded, "Sounds good, we'll see you at the inn." He turned to the others, "So, shall we finish our job? We're a bit late, but we'll just tell them we had to deal with the goblins. Perhaps actually protecting the shipment will keep them from docking our pay for the tardiness."
As they had approached the goblins lying in wait to spring the waterfall trap, Bryn's body ached. He'd done his best to stitch himself up, but he was getting quite tired; his muscles burned and his injury stung. He was not prepared when they engaged the goblins, and drove the tip of his rapier...
"I doubt we'll get the opportunity for choice once we've asked after the task. We only have one good chance at this and we mustn't squander it." Benito began. He wasn't sure what was worse, how different he was from the De'Porthcas before him for being so ready to sacrifice his life for the...
Bryn carefully made his way back to the party, "So, learn anything useful?" He inquires, noting Vutha's ax in hand. "If you're done with him, best do it quick before he squeals. I dealt with that one who was watching the bridge. There's three more in he next chamber. If we're quick, and quiet...
"A task? It can't be that simple. Probably dangerous and deadly and she'll kill off the rest of the families - take the children while we toil to her ends. What about me? We need assurance that she won't kill everyone while we're off completing her errands. I'll offer myself to end the hostility...
Lug grinned, "For you then, thanks for not crushing my pup." He offered the coin to the driver who quickly took it with a respectful bow and a meek "Thank you" before clambering back up onto the carriage. Lug turned his attention back to Alveron, "Pleasure to meet you, Alveron. I'll make sure...
The half-orcs approach the beckoning woman. The largest of them, clearly leading them, smiles. "Facechewer! Why'd you run off boy?" The wolf pup's ears perk up, and the scurries off toward the man, yipping excitedly with the jerky in his mouth. The man scoops up the pup and gives him a pat on...
Stepping out of the carriage, the bustle of the street grows loud around Alveron. Toward the front of the carriage the driver approaches a small creature with his hands raised. Just barely can Alveron hear the a growl and yipping from the small creature as it backs away from the carriage driver...