Dal wasn't sure what being hexed exactly meant so she went to the entangled person instead.

"Ellie, I'll let you finished the one you hexed.  Then want to come and join me on this one."

It was evident that Dal needed help, or more practice with her mace, because she seemed to have missed.


20:09, Today: Dalgura Ironhammer rolled 10 using 1d20+3 ((7)) on the entangled one.
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Morgrim conjures up another ball of flame in the palm of his hand. "'fraid so, buddy boy. Marek left you for us. So why don't you do yourself a favor and start talking? Maybe we'll cut you some slack."

"Who wants these weapons and why? And who does Marek work for? Is it Slim?"

Readied action to attack with Produce Flame if the thug doesn't suddenly discover a cooperative streak he didn't know he had.

Persuasion 8. The readied attack misses if its triggered at all.

22:56, Today: Morgrim Ironhammer rolled 10 using 1d20+5.  Readied attack.
22:55, Today: Morgrim Ironhammer rolled 8 using 1d20.  Persuasion.

The entangled thug readily concedes to Morgrim's demands. "Look, I'll talk. Just don't do anything rash. I didn't hurt nobody or nothing," he says in the most convincing tone he is able to muster.

"I don't rightly know what they wanted with the weapons. Marek hired us to help him find them. We tried last night but I think we went to the wrong warehouse. So we come back tonight." The man glances around in the gloom of the warehouse, studying each of the adventurers' faces, perhaps looking for a friend.

Pulling his attention back to the present. "Yeah. There's a guy called Slim. I seen him at the camp a couple of times, but I don't know who works for who, if you know what I mean."

"Tell me about the camp," Morgrim said, holding onto the flame in the palm of his hand but taking no further aggressive actions. "Where is it, and how many of you are there? If you don't know who's in charge, who pays you at least?"

"Slim and Marek got a camp about two to three hours north of town. Nothing much to it, just a cave in the shadow of Kelvin's Cairn." He further explains he estimates anywhere from a half dozen to twenty men might be found at the hideout, though these days most are shacked up at the Northlook.

He claims he's been paid by the hobgoblin, Marek. Morgrgim senses no evasiveness in the man's answers.

Morgrim glanced back at the others. "Aarun was watching the Northlook."

Returning his attention to the ruffian once more, Morgrim inquired as to whether the man knew what had become of the Harper, and what Slim and Marek's plans were now.

The captured thug knows nothing of the Harper and claims he was simply hired muscle, "...did a few jobs around town, leering at folks hard to get them to pay protection money, and the like. Then this job. Snatch and grab. That's all. Nothing more, by the Gods."

As to what their plans may be, he claims to not be privvy to such information.

He finishes with, "But I do know that fellow named Slim seemed intent on Marek finding these weapon crates, for whatever reason. He's likely to be pissed that aint happen."

"Right," Morgrim said gruffly. "I suppose one of us should wake Dunavan and let him know what happened. I think its safe to say that they're unlikely to try again tonight."

"Byron, do you mind?"

Byron wordlessly agrees to Morgrim's request and departs to rouse Dunavan. The thug turns to regard each of the adventurers and shrugs. "So, I told you want I know. You're going to let me go, right?" the man asks hopefully.

"Freed on my own recognizance, or something or another?" he adds in with a smile.

"Its not for us to say, my friend," Morgrim replies with a grin. "We're hired help much like yourself. Make your pleas to the master of the house. It's his property you've trespassed on."

"He seems a mercantile minded sort of man. Perhaps you can convince him that you can guard his belongings, and you'll do so on the cheap after all the trouble you've caused him."

"Its far better than the sort of justice you can expect from Sheriff Markhamm, believe you me."

Byron returns a few minutes later with Dunavan in tow. The man enters the warehouse and assesses the adventurers' handiwork. Several incapcitated thugs are sprawled across the floor and one very cooperative and conscious man bears witness to the successful defense of the warehouse.

"I did well to retain your services," Dunavan states matter-of-factly while examining the scene. "Too bad one of them got away," he says when this news is related to him.

As to the fate of the captured man, Dunavan says that will be determined by the Sheriff. Finally, he asks to speak to the adventurers privately, outside of earshot of the captured thug.

Some distance away he asks the adventurers if they would be willing to take the crate of silver weapons for safekeeping, until such time as Aarun comes to look for them.

"Aye, that I think we can," Morgrim said, nodding. "It will paint less of a target on your warehouse to have it safely gone."

"And let us worry about the runner. I have a feeling we'll see him again soon."

In reply to Morgrim Ironhammer (msg # 102):

Dal snorted softly at her brother's words.  To say that they would see the runner soon was probably an understatement.  She didn't add anything else but just nodded in agreement.

Dunavan reveals the contents of the two crates, though they kind of already had a sneak peak during the yeti's attack on the caravan just outside of Bryn Shander. Inside both are a small selection of silvered weapons: swords, hammers, axes, arrows, bolts and daggers. Whomever packed these items were intent upon equipping a company of warriors. Aarun could likely shed more light on the subject, but he seems to have mysteriously turned up missing. Last known whereabouts: across the street from the Northlook. Conveniently enough, the Northlook is also where the party has learned Slim's accomplices have been operating out of when not in their encampment a few miles outside town. Then, compounded with the criminal problems in Bryn Shander there are the rumors of wererats from Luskan. Perhaps too many coincidences to be chalked off as merely that, or are they?

The thug is eventually turned over to Sheriff Markham, his disposition to be determined after Markham has an opportunity to interrogate the man.

At any rate, it's been a long day for the three adventurers and their two hired hands. Dunavan readily pays the agreed upon 50 gp, to be divided as the party sees fit, and the party turns in for the night.

OOC: What's the plan next?

Morgrim sees to it that the reward is paid out in equal shares, ten gold pieces to a man or woman as the case may be. He also makes sure that each of them is equipped as best suits them from the newfound armoury before proposing that the remainder be safeguarded with Mithann. Prior to dispersing for the night he makes arrangements to reconvene with Algonell in the morning. As dawn breaks the dwarven druid excuses himself to run a quick errand on his own, paying a visit to Terestia to retrieve the last of Aarun's belongings thinking that the supplies may do them some good in the days ahead, then doubles back across the city to rejoin his sister and newfound companions.

Retrieving the Explorer's Kit and Disguise Kit. Lets follow up on Algonell's lead. I assume you would have told us if we'd leveled up after that fight?

27 Eleint
Location: Bryn Shander
PCs Present: Dalgura, Morgrim and Ellie

The companions arise early the next morning after only minimal sleep the night before. They have had little downtime since arriving in Bryn Shander, their arrival marked with unexpected excitment and intrigue from the outset. In any event, the adventurers meet up early the following morning and attend to their business before meeting with Algonell.

The half-elf hunter tells the adventurers how to reach the bandit's camp outside of town but seems reluctant to get personally involved in any potential conflict with the group. "I'm just a hunter and would just as soon keep to my own than go making enemies," he explains.

"I suspect they are keeping camp in a large cave on the southwestern slope of Kelvin's Cairn. It's not too far from town, a couple hours walk in fair conditions..."

Glancing at the sky, it is a clear morning yet cold. Barring any random encounters or terrain hazards along the way, both of which may never be discounted in Icewind Dale, today would classify as a fair day.

"Can you lead us there at the very least?" Morgrim asks hopefully. "It may be a couple hours walk for you, but it could be days wandering the wilderness for us if we don't know the trails."

"After that, we can manage ourselves I should think."

In reply to Morgrim Ironhammer (msg # 107):

Dal listened carefully to the directions they were given and nodded when Morgrim asked the half elf if he could lead the way.  She walked up to the half elf and looked up at him with her big eyes and friendly face.  "Please.  It would mean much to many if you could show us the way.  Many lives might even be saved."

She hoped her look was her hopeful one.  She was still developing some of the looks that Priests used to get their way help their flock see the other side of the problem.

Algonell considers the siblings' request for a few moments before committing to a response, "Very well then. I will lead the way to avoid just that."

"The way is not difficult, but not knowing the land it could be troublesome without seeing it first," he reasons.

Algonell agrees to set out as soon as the adventurers are ready, pending any other business in Bryn Shander.

Morgrim was quick to express his gratitude. The druid had no further business to attend to prior to departure.

In reply to Morgrim Ironhammer (msg # 110):

Dal smiled at the Algonell.  "Oh thank you so much.  Your assistance will saves lives.  I feel it."

Dal looked over at her brother and Ellie.  "I think I have everything.  We haven't been in town long enough to have extra stuff.  Think we will need more supplies before leaving?"

Seeing that none of the companions have any business to attend to before setting out, Algonell suggests departing at once to take advantage of what limited daylight they have to work with. The sun is only above the horizon for about 7 hours of the day this time of year. Even then, it hovers low on the horizon before Auril forces it to flee from her icy embrace.

Algonell leads the party along what appears to be a well worn footpath. Several inches of snow cover the trail, but blazed trees here or there make the trail fairly easy to follow. Especially for Algonell, whom has lived and explored these lands for many years. In truth, the party could not hope for a better guide.

The group travels for about 3 hours when Algonell stops behind a stand of stunted trees. Pointing to the distance he says, "The cave lies just beyond that rise."

Following an imaginary line extending from the hunter's finger, the party sees a lump of hills at the edge of Maer Dualdon, an azure lake under the great shadow of Kelvin's Cairn. To the left of those hills, on the other side of the lake, a huddle of buildings and a few docks at the western end of the lake are seen. "Bremen," Algonell states matter-of-factly.

But the party cannot help but notice the fact the wooden walls along the lake's southern shores. "Targos," Algonell says by way of explanation. The walled town lies about 3 miles east of the hills.

The trail the party has followed leads directly toward the hills and there are numerous other tracks along the trail, making it quite unlikely they will be unable to find it from here. There are a few saplings here or there along the trail, but the mostly stumps of older trees. Walls don't build themselves.

Morgrim thanks their huntsman guide and promises to check in with him again once the present business has concluded. In the meantime he rallies his comrades to him and starts off along the path. "Coming Dal?" he says, using a walking stick to scramble over the drifting snows.

In reply to Morgrim Ironhammer (msg # 113):

Dal looked in the direction that their guide and said the names and murmured them to herself, trying to memorize them.  She looked over at her brother and nodded.  "I'm coming.  Lead on brother.  I've got your back."  She was more than ready to let her brother break up the snow with his stick.  She did contemplate picking up some snow and hitting her brother in the back with it but decided it would be better to wait until they broke for camp.

Morgrim leads the way along the path, stopping every now and again to search for possible lookouts. Finding none along the way, the trio makes their way toward the mouth of a small cave set into the side of a low, snow-covered rise. The party hunkers down behind a line of low scrub about 100 feet distant from the cave's entrance and observes.

A thin veil of smoke drifts out of the cave's mouth and the tunnel leading into the cave is illuminated by a flickering light. Just outside the cave's entrance are several snow-covered crates and barrels, most of which look to be little more than refuse and rubbish. There are numerous tracks leading into and out of the cave, many of which go to and and from what looks to be an outhouse located about 30 feet to the left of the cave's entrance.

A man in heavy furs stumbles out of the cave and heads toward the outhouse, opens the door and noisily bangs it shut. Presumably, he is now inside, taking care of business.