Greyhawk City.

City map:
https://drive.google.com/open?...VmA_eUcCb95XXWalrJSa

Surroundings:
https://drive.google.com/open?...u9PUzRY4JSHUxexrCNv1

The city and its lands lie in the heart of civilised Oerth. The barren slopes of the mysterious Cairn Hills loom to the north of the city, within sight of the high walls. The placid expanse of the great river Selintan meanders past Greyhawk's bustling wharf region, giving the city its primary claim to strategic significance, for it lies upon that waterway between the great lake of Nyr Dyv to the north and the broad surface of Woolly Bay and the Azure Sea to the south.

Greyhawk has long been a beacon for men and women of learning, or great faith, or high magic. Such people of power often seek the companionship or acceptance of equals. Thus the city has provided for them a focal point and gathering place. Many are the mages who study for a decade in Greyhawk before embarking on an adventuring career that might span half a century. In the twilight of their lives, such wizards often return to the place of their training.

Adventurers are also drawn to the city. The nearness of the great ruin, Castle Greyhawk, has proven to be the most irresistible draw to treasure-seeking bravos ever discovered.

The city contains all sorts of people. About 80% of the city's population are native Greyhawkers, with another 14% humans from about the Nyr Dyv, Rhennee bargefolk, barbarians from the north or the wild coast, and those from farther afield. The result is a thriving city with room for all sorts of individuals. It is a city with rules, no more or less corrupt than any other major centre, but for those who can learn to live within its rules, it is a city of unparalleled opportunity.

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War !

History and other info :
https://drive.google.com/open?...YIFAvCjqdBWJvIn72jdz

World map:
https://drive.google.com/open?...ZNZ0hg218Y85H2mu0SEj

For almost three long years, as 584  CY  drew to a close, the nations of the Flanaess had schemed, murdered, and warred against each other until nearly all sides lay bloody and beaten. Proposals for a great peace treaty gained rapid acceptance in many quarters, aided by the persuasive whisperings of the agents of the Scarlet Brotherhood. In the month of Harvester, 584 CY, in the untouched Free City of Greyhawk, countless ambassadors assembled to inscribe their names on the treaty at the Day of the Great Signing. It very nearly didn’t happen. Magical scrying and the strenuous efforts of sages have not availed to give the full story of what happened that day. All that is known for sure is that, within the Grand Hall where the treaty was to be signed, a fierce magical battle erupted and spread havoc through the Old City. Afterwards, two members of the famed Circle of Eight, the great mages of Greyhawk, lay dead; Otiluke and Tenser were no more. Their magical clones likewise shrivelled and perished, and their own bodies could not be resurrected. It is also known that Rary of Ket, another Circle member, was last seen fleeing with Lord Robilar into the Bright Desert, and that Rary had turned traitor and had slain his old friends. Why this is, is a tale yet in the telling.  A  sideshow to the main event, to be sure, but one that still shook Oerth. Despite this, the treaty was signed and the Greyhawk Wars drew to a close. The Pact of Greyhawk ensured peace-of a sort.

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Recent changes in Greyhawk.

One major physical change occurred right at the end of the war, when the mysterious magical debacle preceding the signing of the Pact of Greyhawk led to a sweeping conflagration affecting areas of the Old City. The Great Hall of the Thieves' Guild was damaged by the fire, but its magical defences prevented major catastrophe.

The Rhennee bargefolk are regarded with increasing suspicion by most Greyhawkers. It is widely believed that at least some of them are in league with Iuz, act as spies within the city, and attack shipping on the Nyr Dyv with the aid of vessels Iuz has captured from the Shield Lands.

Nearly ten thousand people fled to Greyhawk during the wars, for a variety of reasons. Nearly half the influx has been Nyrondese who have abandoned their impoverished and threatened land, as well as refugees from Furyondy and Urnst. A minority of these people do not present a problem since they are skilled artisans, scholars, scribes, mages and suchlike. Some create political problems for the authorities by their very presence and activities; but, more generally, the bulk of unskilled and semi-skilled refugees has created social tensions in the city. Overcrowding of the poorer parts of the city (River Quarter, Old City, Foreign Quarter) has bred disease, conflict between national groups, and worse. Native Greyhawkers blame the refugees for a long list of problems including stealing their jobs, crime, and much else of what goes wrong in their day-to-day lives.

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City of Greyhawk Notable Locations.

High Quarter

• Mansion of Count Reichart Petrides
• House of the Knights of Holy Shielding
• Lord Henway's Manor and Menagerie
• Aaron Strachan's House (Furyondy ambassador)
• Wheel of Gold Gambling House
• Patrician's Club
• Estate of Lord Silverfox
• Royal Opera House
• The Lord's Tomb
• Villa of Fioranna Aielestriel
• City Guard Barracks
• Watchhouse / Courts / Gaol
• Wizard's Guildhall
• Lord Mayor's Palace
• Org Nenshen's House
• Jallarzi Sallavarian's House
• Glodreddi Bakkanin's House

Garden Quarter

• City Botanical Gardens and Well
• Otto's House
• The Nymph and Satyr
• The Sacred Temple of Saint Cuthbert
• High Tower Tavern and Hostelry
• Star of Celene
• City Watch Station
• Gold Dragon Inn
• The Grand Theatre
• Temple of Pelor
• The Golden Phoenix
• Temple of Zilchus
• Chapel of Fharlanghn
• Sanctum of Heironeous

Clerksburg

• Grey College
• Great Library
• Old Mill
• The Black Dragon Inn
• Jewelers' and Gemcutters' Guild
• University of Magical Arts
• The City Mint
• New Mill and The School of Culinary Art
• The BardSchool
• Bridge of Entwined Hearts
• The Savant
• Free City Arena
• City Watch Station
• The Roc and Oliphant
• University of the Flanaess
• Guild Station of the Nightwatchmen
• The School of Clerkship
• Gnarleyhouse

Artisans' Quarter

• Guildhall of Architects and Stonemasons
• The Fat of the Hog
• City Watch Station
• Guildhall of Carpenters
• Guildhall of Performing Artistes
• Guildhall of Leatherworkers, Weavers, and Tailors
• Fruit of the Mill
• Low Market and Bazaar

Foreign Quarter

• Mercenaries Guildhall
• Silver Dragon Inn
• Sages' Guildhall
• Moneychangers' Guildhall
• Blue Dragon Inn
• City Workhouse
• Duke Garand's House
• The Pit (gladiators)
• Cartographers' Guildhall
• City Watch Station
• Translators' Guildhall
• Red Serpent Restaurant
• Guildstation of the Nightwatchmen
• Burrow Heights

River Quarter

• City Watch Station
• The Green Dragon Inn
• Low Seas Tavern
• The Wizard's Hat Inn
• Guildstation of Nightwatchmen
• Tarnek McGloogan's Warehouse
• The River Rat
• Temple of Pholtus
• Establishment of Selczek Gobayuik, Undertaker
• Tomas Ratek's Warehouse
• Barge Inn
• Temple of Rao
• The Silver Garter
• Temple of Trithereon
• House of the Mage Otiluke

Old City

• Turin's Servant Agency
• Whitehorse Inn
• Old City Watch Station
• Merchants' and Traders' Guildhall and Livery
• Madame Serena's Fortunetelling
• City Slaughterhouse
• Guildstation of Nightwatchmen
• Gold Digger Tavern
• Brass Dragon Inn
• Chapel of Olidammara
• Shrine of Beory
• Old Mother Grubb's House of Fortune
• Public Bathhouse
• Temple of Xerbo
• Common Crypt
• Millrose Brewery
• Madame Zaccaruso's Rooms For Rent
• The Great Burn
• Zorbo's House of Fun
• Devin Halfhock's Pawnshop
• The Great Hall of the Thieves Guild
• Black Orchid Boarding House
• City Depot
• Gritch Hariad, Jeweler
• The Hanged Man Inn
• Esteemed Chapel of Norebo
• Pawnbrokership of Vesper
• Mama Esther's Bakery and Boarding House

Slum Quarter

• Caravan Warehouse
• Stairnezh Stables
• Guildhall of the Beggars' Union
• Temple of Ralishaz
• Assassins' Guildhall
• Garraldson's Locksmithy
• Dragon Turtle Tavern
• Left Hand Inn
• Fedroot's Daggerarium
• Chapel of Ulaa

Other Places of Interest

• The Citadel (north-eastern section of city)
• The Gates between sections of the city
• Stone Circle (rock formation outside city)
• Rhennee Barge-people along the river edge
• Surrounding farms / towns / settlements
• Hills / Mines to the north
• Plains / Towns to the south
• Swamp to the south-east
• Gnarley Forest to the south-west

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The start of the game will find the characters at, or near, the Blue Dragon Inn, in the Foreign Quarter of the city. The Inn is a two-storey building with a tavern and restaurant on the ground floor, and rooms for rent on the the upper level. Many rooms have small balconies overlooking the bustling street below.

The owner of this inn, Felipe Namarhz, doesn't have a lot of originality, but he knows what he likes. He likes the Silver Dragon Inn. He set out to copy the Silver Dragon in every way possible, from the appearance of the building to the contents of his menu. He has succeeded in every aspect save one: quality. The Blue Dragon Inn is indeed a poor sister to the grand establishment of the nearby Silver Dragon. For this reason prices for meals and overnight lodging are fair at the Blue Dragon Inn, but the service is terrible.
Blue Dragon Inn staff :

Owner and Barkeep : Felipe Namarhz, Human male. Portly and jolly.
Chef : Kansik, Female Half-Orc. Muscular and grouchy.
Waitresses : Sleega and Grooga, Kansik's “beautiful” daughters. Grouchy. Donatel, female human. Friendly !
Cleaner : Olmar, half-elven male. Slender, quiet and wise.
Bouncer : Veith, dwarven make. Muscular but lazy. Often drunk.

It is early evening of 15th Planting, Starday, 586CY.  The morning was cool but the day was warm. The skies are partly cloudy. The street is somewhat muddy from rain earlier in the day.

Calendar :
https://drive.google.com/open?...vJxXveTAM5W_Ybz3q3YC

Another map :
https://drive.google.com/open?...AltFHuIq4qPH52vriQDF

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We will use different colours for character speech and dice rolls.

Example :
“Aye ! That sounds like a good idea”

Bhelmyr Godstouched rolled 8 using 3d4.  Starting gold.

If you believe your character's actions will warrant a dice roll, like a perception check or attack roll, go ahead and make the rolls.
Make an attack roll, and a damage roll, or whatever rolls you think are necessary, to keep things moving along.
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It is early evening of 15th Planting, Starday, 586CY.  The morning was cool but the day was warm. The skies are partly cloudy. The street is somewhat muddy from rain earlier in the day.

Inn Interior:
https://drive.google.com/open?...0R_70vFW2oZ64i3KEl60

The Blue Dragon Inn is moderately busy tonight. There are approximately twenty patrons in the main bar room. The new waitress, Donatel, is run off her feet as the regular waitresses, Sleega and Grooga, seem to be delegating much of the work to her. Felipe is in his regular place, behind the bar. The dwarven bouncer, Veith, has passed out drunk, his head resting on a table near the tavern main entrance. A band of minstrals graces the stage near the bar. The music they produce is tolerable but not fantastic. Some gamblers sit at a table playing a game of chance with dice. Arched doorways lead to a quieter restaurant room with candle-lit tables, and the kitchen. A stairway leads up to the well-priced rooms for rent. The facilities for those who need to relieve themselves are down a narrow passageway and through a wooden door leading to a small outside area with two small wooden booths with deep holes covered by wooden seats with splinters.

Harlo is at a table mindlessly flipping through his spellbook while picking at a plate of food and nursing an ale.

Matrim is sitting at a table, smoking a very large pipe, and enjoying the blackest of ales out of a very large stein with a family crest.

Bhelmyr has been asked by Felipe to replace Veith as bouncer for the evening.

Duncan and Crimson are not currently in the room. Perhaps they are on their way, or asleep upstairs ...

Would anyone like to do anything ?

Harlo closes the well worn book with a sigh, endless study was a chore and mostly boring but as the curse of a wizard it was a necessity. Looking around at those in the inn Harlo packs a pipe with some not to fresh tobacco. Leaning back he takes in the atmosphere and opens his ears to any interesting conversation, the topic of the recent war usually came up and was always fascinating.

OOC: memorized Sleep and Magic Missle.

Bhelmyr will stand near the entrance, looking for troublemakers, and catching any snippets of conversation that filter his way.


09:16, Today: Bhelmyr Godstouched rolled 14 using 1d20-1.  Perception.
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Duncan walks into the inn's main hall with a sigh of resignation. He shrug/pulls the medium sized satchel over his shoulder to settle it as he walks passed a few tables until he spies Harlo.
"Well met fellow. I hope this day is more productive for you than yesterday? here are those books of Lore I mentioned."

In reply to Duncan Middlemarch (msg # 5):

Harlo takes a deep pull from his pipe and exhales. ”Ahhhh, wonderful. I fear so far you have been a more contributing travel companion than I have been. We may need to move on from here at some point. I worry this chair will attach itself to me if I sit for too many more days.”

Harlo begins looking at the books, flipping through each one reading snippets as he puffs away.

"Careful with those. The Clan has never been found of me 'borrowing' the old lore. But what do they expect me to do when they send me off across Flaness by myself? Seriously. Don't train your librarian as a warrior and thief if you want the books to stay at home."
Duncan grins and plops into a chair, with such ease his bones might have vanished. He raises a hand and gestures for one of the serving girls.

In reply to Duncan Middlemarch (msg # 7):

”My friend, if there is one thing I know it is how to care for a book.” Harlo says while sliding his spell book into one of the many pockets of his robe. Pushing his plate to the side he begins to more intently look at the books Duncan brought.

Bhelmyr , you overhear snippets of conversations.

A pair of senior adult men, both well-built and grey of hair, and possibly wearing armor under their cloaks, are having a cheerful discussion of old times. They seem like old adventurers. "Over-run with monsters, they say. None dare go there save the cursed or stupid. Zagyg has trapped the place well.", says one. The other replies, "Ahh, but one last adventure before these old bones give in would be glorious."

One of the dice gamblers, a man with messy dark hair and missing teeth, rises to his feet, points at another gambler and declares "Cheat!" He grabs a dice. "It's weighted on the bottom side." He throws the dice onto the table and storms away, towards the bar for another drink.

A pair of rough-looking human men sit at a table near a window overlooking the street. You hear snippets of their conversation. "... opens his shop late morning ..." and "... should be easy enough if we're quick ..."

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Duncan, the busy serving girl, Donatel, carrying a tray laden with many drinks spins towards you as you gesture. She spins too fast, the tray wobbles and tips, spilling drinks all over your table and Harlo's books. "Oh my!", she exclaims, grabbing a rag and wiping the books, smudging ink and making things worse, "Forgive me, kind gentlemen." She is distraught and clearly fearful of punishment from both of you and Felipe, the Inn owner.
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Still puffing at his pipe, Matrim casually watches the people around him, though if he heard, the argument about the dice game causes him to watch the players, almost looking disgusted at the mention of 'cheat'

Matrim Rogthor rolled 16 using 1d20.  Perception

The dice game comes to an end as a second player stands, shakes his head, and leaves the table. The remaining two at the table, a man and a woman, appear to be a team, and possibly related, as they are both wearing scruffy brown cloaks and have similar features. They are both thin of build and have long noses. They whisper to each other while scanning the room. The man tucks the dice into a pocket beneath his cloak.

Matrim, your keen perception notices that as he moves his cloak you briefly see a dagger strapped under his left arm. It is a typical small-weapon hiding place for thieves and robbers.

Matrim makes no move except to make himself a somewhat easy looking mark, as much as a Goliath in fine robes can by flipping a gold coin in one hand.
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Watching the drinks splash onto the stack of books, the conflict begins in Duncan's head. 'Am I defending the books honor, am I defending the family, or am I just too far gone?'
In the end he just snorts and breaks out laughing.

In reply to DM (msg # 9):

Harlo stands up in a start to avoid the spill while grabbing the books to save what he can. “My dear girl,  your accidental clumsiness has drowned a small bit of history and knowledge. Do not look to me for forgiveness, it is not mine to deny or give as these were his.”

Seeing Duncan start to laugh is a welcome reaction. You can tell a lot about a man in how he treats those that serve them. “I believe the next round is on the house, no?” Harlo sits back down and grins.

Bhelmyr tries to listen more closely to the two men by the window, who seem to be planning a robbery, without looking at them.

05:47, Today: Bhelmyr Godstouched rolled 12 using 1d20-1.  Perception.

Matrim, you notice the scruffy pair glance at you and exchange whispers. They both stand, pull their brown cloaks around themselves and move through the room towards the short narrow hallway leading to the small area outdoors (out the back) that contains the two wooden restrooms (like permanent portable-toilet booths). Do you want to let them both go out the back ?

Duncan and Harlo, Donatel is devastated at fumbling with the drinks, but relieved that you are both not furious. "Yes, yes ! A round of drinks to this table, at once ! I shall have the cost taken from my wages. May Saint Cuthbert bless you both, kind gentlement." She wipes down the table and hurries away towards the bar. You notice Felipe, the barkeep/owner, glaring at her with a stern look.

Bhelmyr, you cannot hear much more of the conversation between the two rough-looking men sitting near the window, but you do notice them glancing out the window a few times. One of them seems to be tracing some shapes on the table with his finger, as though explaining something to his accomplice, who nods in agreement.

Can Bhelmyr see out the window from where he stands?
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Bhelmyr , not their window, but you can look out a different nearby window or out the front door if you wanted to casually open it and glance out. You are the current bouncer on duty, and it wouldn't be strange to be looking around at the surroundings.

Bhelmyr casually opens up the door, looks around a bit, and tries to see what the two by the window were looking at.

Bhelmyr, you believe the pair may be interested in Theldrat's Locksmith Shop, opposite the Blue Dragon Inn, or one of the modest residences either side.

Matrim pockets the gold coin, and goes back to drinking the ale and smoking his pipe, humming to himself. He doesn't look at anything in particular.

Bhelmyr goes to the bar. He leans backward against it so he can continue to keep an eye on the clientele. "Felipe, that Theldrat, across the street... is he a good sort? A friend?" While he's there, he checks to see if the two angry gamblers at the bar have cooled off any.


21:30, Today: Bhelmyr Godstouched rolled 3 using 1d20-1.  Sense Motive. Ouch.

Bhelmyr, you pass Donatel the serving girl on your way to the bar. She'd just been talking to Felipe. She carries a tray of drinks and has tears in her eyes. Felipe answers your question, "Aye, he's an honest sort from what I can tell. Why do you ask?" While talking to Felipe you notice one of the gamblers, the man with messy hair and missing teeth, grumbling to himself as he makes his way towards the narrow passageway leading to the outside restrooms.

"I believe those men by the window intend to rob him. Just one moment... privy trouble." Bhelmyr winks at his friend and heads towards the outside restrooms.

I've made a rough map of the Blue Dragon Inn as it's helpful to know where people are in case some action breaks out ! It's not quite to scale, but you'll get the idea. The characters are B, D, H and M. If you think you should be sitting elsewhere, let me know before we continue.

https://drive.google.com/open?...HloMNgWq-8brVYLjJxzm

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Bhelmyr, as you take a few steps towards the narrow passageway leading to the outside restrooms, you witness the gambler with messy hair and missing teeth stumble into the passageway from the outside / back door. He slumps against the wall, clutching his throat and making horrible gurgling noises. A lot of blood is on his hands and clothes. He looks down the hallway at you, and attempts to say something before slumping to the ground. A pool of blood is forming around his neck and head area.

This happened rather quickly and you are the only one to see. Felipe is close by, at the bar. The musicians on the stage continue their mediocre songs.

Damn! too late! Thought Bhelmyr. "They've cut his throat!" he shouts as he rushes over to the man and kneels down, taking his hand. "Its gonna be okay!" He says quietly. He gestures and chants and his hands glow. If the man was still alive, he will remain that way.


Bhelmyr casts Spare the Dying

Hearing Bhelmyr, Matrim gets up and walks over to the bar, looking down the back hallway. Seeing the two men, he looks down at Felip, and asks in a deep voice "You have a problem if I need to use this?" while holding the warhammer he had kept under the table in his right hand.

In the doorway at the end of the narrow passageway are the two gamblers of similar features (man and woman). Seeing Bhelmyr, they duck out the doorway, into the rear outside yard, out of view for now. Bhelmyr and Matrim, you believe these two are responsible for cutting the poor man's throat.

Bhelmyr, the man is alive (you saved him) ! He is unconscious and in need of healing or medical attention. Someone also needs to mop up the blood (Donatel, serving girl, probably).

Matrim, Felipe looks at your warhammer, and then notices the bleeding man in the passageway. "Murder ! In my establishment ! How terrible !" At his exclamation, the two old adventurers in the main bar room look around, then rise to their feet. Weapons are in their hands, all of a sudden. A flail and mace. Felipe mutters "That new bouncer sure let a lot of hidden weapons in through the door..." (referring to Bhelmyr).
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With quick, long strides, Matrim pounds past the two men on the floor and out the back door, searching, looking for the two people, or anyone else who looks like they may be responsible.

Matrim Rogthor rolled 17 using 1d20

The word from Felipe of “Murder” and Harlo looks towards Duncan, ”Well, I guess maybe there will be some excitement today!” Harlo stands up and moves to the hallway which seems to be drawing everyone’s attention. Moving swiftly he flexes each hand hearing a few pops of his knuckle and takes takes a deep breath to calm his mind. “Careful....careful” Harlo mumbles under his breath to himself.

Matrim, you look out the doorway into the yard and are confronted by the two gamblers. Although wearing the same clothes and brown cloaks as before, their appearance has changed. They now look a lot hairier, with very pronounced rat-like features. One is squatting atop a crate in the corner of the yard, while the other is near one of the toilet-booths. Both carry daggers.

Everyone roll initiative to determine the order of actions ! (Dex check)

Monster pic :
https://drive.google.com/open?...nevh4w1vgq_uiSg0CMg4

Updated map / positions :
https://drive.google.com/open?...9KEh5D3MPaEcNX5CLwuj

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DM rolled 16 using 1d20+2.  Monster Initiative.

Initiative Roll: Matrim Rogthor rolled 19 using 1d20+2

Matrim lets loose a large challenging bellow as he begins to RAGE.

"Hold a dagger at me, will you?!"

He charges the creature closest to the restrooms, and brings his war-hammer down two-handed, aiming for its head.

Roll to hit: Matrim Rogthor rolled 19 using 1d20+6.

Damage: Matrim Rogthor rolled 15** using 1d10+6**.




**forgot to add RAGE damage until after the roll. If preferable, I can re-roll.**

When Harlo sees an opening he, with a quick pace, makes it down the Hall to see the man with the Hammer engage. If the opportunity presents itself Harlo reaches out with his hand and speaks several, quiet though haunting words aimed at the “Ratman” closest to him. This with a grin and a “Pardon.” to the man with a hammer.


11:50, Today: Harlo Sap rolled 7 using 1d20.  Initiative .

If there is no shot available then Harlo will just go to the end of the hallway and ready for the next round.


11:51, Today: Harlo Sap rolled 5 using 1d20+4.  Chill Touch. (NATURAL 1)

Chill Touch
Necromancy Cantrip
Casting Time: 1 action
Range: 120 feet
Components: V, S
Duration: 1 round
You create a ghostly, skeletal hand in the space of a creature within range. Make a ranged spell attack against the creature to assail it with the chill of the grave. On a hit, the target takes 1d8 necrotic damage, and it can’t regain hit points until the start of your next turn. Until then, the hand clings to the target.
If you hit an undead target, it also has disadvantage on attack rolls against you until the end of your next turn.
At Higher Levels This spell’s damage increases by 1d8 when you reach 5th level (2d8), 11th level (3d8), and 17th level (4d8).

Bhelmyr stands and carefully walks around the bleeding man, drawing his battleaxe as he moves toward the door. If he has enough time, he chants an incantation while raising a hand, fingers spread, and when he brings the hand down the nearest wererat is bathed in harsh light from above.


My intention is to move out and cast Sacred Flame on the nearest of the wererats. If that's not possible, Bhelmyr will double move.

06:09, Today: Bhelmyr Godstouched rolled 10 using 1d20+2.  Initiative.
06:10, Today: Bhelmyr Godstouched rolled 5 using 1d8. Sacred Flame.
Spell Save DC is 12

Sacred  Flame
Evocation cantrip
Casting Time: 1 action
Range: 60 feet
Components: V, S
Duration: Instantaneous
Flame-like radiance descends on a creature that you can see within range. The target must succeed on a Dexterity saving throw or take 1d8 radiant damage. The target gains no benefit from cover for this saving throw. The spell’s damage increases by 1d8 when you reach 5th level (2d8), 11th level (3d8), and 17th level (4d8).

Initiative Order:

Matrim 19
Monsters 16
Bhelmyr 10
Harlo 7

Matrim, you smash the warhammer into the wererat's head, causing a devastating wound. The blow forces the wererat to it's knees, but it still lives.

The wererat near Matrim retaliates with it's dagger, slashing at your guts and causing 5 points of damage. Ouch !

DM rolled 18 using 1d20+4.  Wererat (1) attack roll.
DM rolled 5 using 1d4+2.  Wererat (1) damage.

The other wererat leaps from the crate and scurries to the doorway, to block your escape.

Bhelmyr, you see the wererat in the doorway. You hear the sounds of combat from the back yard. Your sacred flame descends towards the wererat in the doorway but it dodges it easily.

DM rolled 21 using 1d20+2.  Wererat Dex saving throw vs sacred flame.

Harlo, you move down the hallway to where Bhelmyr is. The unconcious man lies right here, too. You unleash your Chill Touch towards the wererat in the doorway, but miss terribly.

The wererat (female) in the doorway is glaring at Bhelmyr and Harlo in the passageway. The wererat (male) outside is bleeding from a head wound. He glares at Matrim and looks like he intends to continue defending himself from the barbarian.

Duncan will notice the two old adventurers slowly make their way towards the hallway. (Duncan, you are late to the fight, but roll initiative and we will slot you into the order of actions)

That's round 1 completed.
Here is an updated map:
https://drive.google.com/open?...VquuFNwF3Sj7xY2yNysL

From the PHB :  "The initiative order remains the same from round to round.", so just declare actions and make rolls for round 2.

Grinning, Matrim lets out a throaty chuckle as he looks at the scratch through his robes.

"Aw that's a cute toothpick little one. But mine's bigger!"

Matrim raise the war-hammer again, and does a repeat of his first attack. (second verse same as the first)

Roll to hit: Matrim Rogthor rolled 14 using 1d20+6

Damage: Matrim Rogthor rolled 13 using 1d10+6

Harlo sees the wererat in the doorframe and again shoots off a spell, as the Magic leaves his fingertips he knew something was off about his casting. His want of keeping his eyes on the world around him instead of keeping his nose in books once again rears it’s ugly head.




18:34, Today: Harlo Sap rolled 7 using >1d20+4 ((3)).

If combat is over by the time Harlo can go he will wait in the hallway and take a look at the injured man.


<orange>
Chill Touch
Necromancy Cantrip
Casting Time: 1 action
Range: 120 feet
Components: V, S
Duration: 1 round
You create a ghostly, skeletal hand in the space of a creature within range. Make a ranged spell attack against the creature to assail it with the chill of the grave. On a hit, the target takes 1d8 necrotic damage, and it can’t regain hit points until the start of your next turn. Until then, the hand clings to the target.
If you hit an undead target, it also has disadvantage on attack rolls against you until the end of your next turn.
At Higher Levels This spell’s damage increases by 1d8 when you reach 5th level (2d8), 11th level (3d8), and 17th level (4d8).

Bhelmyr moves so that the wererat would have to run past him to get to Harlo, but not into its melee range, or into Harlo's line of fire, and repeats his Sacred Flame, hoping she doesn't dodge this time. Either way, he shifts his axe into a two-handed grip.

21:11, Today: Bhelmyr Godstouched rolled 7 using 1d8.  Sacred Flame.
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Round 2

Initiative Order:

Matrim 19
Monsters 16
Bhelmyr 10
Harlo 7

Matrim smashes his warhammer into the male wererat again, causing extreme damage. Wererat ribs snap under the blow and the creature squeaks and squeels ! The wererat is seriously hurt !

The male wererat slashes once more at Matrim, again in the guts. Your barbarian rage reduces the damage to only 2 hp damage.

DM rolled 22 using 1d20+4.  Wererat second dagger attack.
DM rolled 5 using 1d4+2.  Wererat dagger damage.

Both wererats will attempt to make their escape. The male wererat fighting Matrim dashes towards the crates in the corner of the yard.

Matrim, you can use your reaction to make an opportunity attack against this wererat, right now ! If the wererat survives this attack, he will climb onto the crates in the corner of the yard.

The female wererat dashes from the doorway towards the crates and leaps onto one, intending to probably jump over the fence into the alley (next round).

Bhelmyr and Harlo, due to the female wererat in the doorway moving out of sight, you can both change your round 2 actions now, if you like. You both notice the old adventurers enter the hallway behind you. One asks "In a spot of trouble, lads?"

Duncan notices the rough-looking pair, who Bhelmyr was eavesdropping on earlier, stand and move towards the front entrance of the building.

Updated map:
https://drive.google.com/open?...qJfyHoZonAZkNDKAdhOf

"COWARD!" Matrim bellows as he swings his hammer two-handed at the retreating rat-man.

To hit: 22 - Matrim Rogthor rolled 22 using 1d20+6 ((16))

Damage: 11 - Matrim Rogthor rolled 11 using 1d10+6 ((5))

Matrim, you completely smash the wererat's brains in. It's corpse slumps to the ground, while the other wererat continues (as previously stated) to leap onto the crates in the corner of the yard.

Bhelmyr should still be able to do what he had planned, he'll just be moving farther.

Bhelmyr, you move to the doorway and unleash your Sacred Flame.
This flame descends upon the wererat on the crate with absolute accuracy !
The wererat didn't even see it coming !

DM rolled 3 using 1d20+2 ((1))

The wererat howls as it takes the 7 hp damage !

Harlo, do you want to alter your action, move to near Bhelmyr in the doorway perhaps?
You don't have to do the Chill Touch, as the wererat has moved out of your vision.
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Harlo, you look at the unconcious man on the floor. He has messy hair, missing teeth and is wearing common clothes and tattered old boots. His wounds have stopped bleeding, but he is still in bad shape. Due to his stumbling and falling, he has spilled some of the contents of his pockets onto the floor. Some coloured gambling chips and playing cards, as well as a few silver pieces (coins) are on the floor.

Harlo, you can choose to either stay in the hallway or move to the doorway to outside, near Bhelmyr.

I believe that is round 2 done. One wererat remains alive, crouched on the crate in the back yard. The old adventurers are moving down the hallway towards Harlo and the injured man.

Matrim hears the scurrying of the other wererat, charges, and attempts to grapple it to prevent its escape.

Grapple check: Matrim Rogthor rolled 15 using 1d20+4 ((11)).

Round 3 !

Matrim acts (above), and the wererat (next in initiative order), while still atop the crate, attempts to break free of Matrim's grapple.

DM rolled 18 using 1d20+2.  Wererats Acrobatics to escape grapple.

The wererat performed a nifty manoeuvre* to evade Matrim's grapple ! The wererat responds with a bite attack against Matrim's arm.

DM rolled 14 using 1d20+4.  Wererat bite attack.
DM rolled 4 using 1d4+2.  Wererat bite damage.

The wererat bite just barely scrapes Matrim's arm for 2 hp damage (due to his barbarian rage).
Matrim doesn't feel very well, however, and must succeed on a DC 11 Constitution saving throw right now or be cursed with wererat lycanthropy.

The wererat uses its move action to climb over the fence, attempting to land in the alley ...
Matrim, you can use your reaction to make an opportunity attack against the wererat right now !

Next in initiative order is Bhelmyr and then Harlo ...

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*also spelled maneuver according to https://www.thefreedictionary.com/manoeuvre

CON save:  Matrim Rogthor rolled 17 using 1d20+4 ((13))

Angered by the bite, Matrim roars again, and swings his hammer in anger and frustration, one-handed.

Roll to hit: Matrim Rogthor rolled 11 using 1d20+6 ((5))

Damage: Matrim Rogthor rolled 8 using 1d8+6 ((2))

Bhelmyr puts his axe away to scramble up the crates. If he can see the fleeing wererat, he clutches the crystal hanging from his neck, whose dull surface becomes momentarily clear as he chants a sleep spell.

06:11, Today: Bhelmyr Godstouched rolled 14 using 1d20+2.  Athletics.
06:12, Today: Bhelmyr Godstouched rolled 19 using 5d8.  Sleep.

Sleep
1st-level enchantment
Casting Time: 1 action
Range: 90 feet
Components: V, S, M (a pinch of fine sand, rose petals,
or a cricket)
Duration: 1 minute
This spell sends creatures into a magical slumber. Roll 5d8; the total is how many hit points of creatures this spell can affect. Creatures within 20 feet of
a point you choose within range are affected in ascending order of their current hit points (ignoring unconscious creatures). Starting with the creature that has the lowest current hit points, each creature affected by this spell falls unconscious until the spell ends, the sleeper takes damage, or someone uses an action to shake or slap the sleeper awake. Subtract each creature’s hit points from the total before moving on to the creature with the next lowest hit points. A creature’s hit points must be equal to or less than the remaining total for that creature to be affected. Undead and creatures immune to being charmed aren’t affected by this spell.
At Higher Levels: When you cast this spell using a spell slot of 2nd level or higher, roll an additional 2d8 for each slot level above 1st.

Matrim, your opportunity attack just barely misses the female wererat, who swiftly jumps over the fence and lands in the alley.

Bhelmyr, peering over the fence into the alley you see the female wererat starting to flee west (left-direction on the map) up the alley. Your sleep spell goes off and wafts over the fleeing wererat, who slows somewhat, shakes their head, and continues fleeing. Unfortunately your spell was not powerful enough to affect it.

(I don't mind letting you guys know at this stage that the wererat has 26 hp left)

The wererat is only about 5 yards up the alley.

(I'm used to metric, not imperial measurements, by the way.)

Bhelmyr will cast another Sacred Flame before hoping over the fence, drawing his axe, and moving toward the wererat.

17:03, Today: Bhelmyr Godstouched rolled 6 using 1d8.  Sacred Flame.

Round 4 !

Matrim 19
Monsters 16
Bhelmyr 10
Harlo 7

So, Matrim and the wererat will act before Bhelmyr's Sacred Flame action. I will assume that Harlo is probably still with the injured man in the hallway, near the old adventurers that were there, too. The old adventurers will tell Harlo that they are able to take the injured man to a nearby temple for recovery.

Matrim will give chase to the wererat, and once caught up (if it is possible) will attempt to swing with the hammer, two-handed.

Roll to hit: Matrim Rogthor rolled 12 using 1d20+6 ((6)).

Damage: Matrim Rogthor rolled 14 using 1d10+6 ((8)).

Matrim and Bhelmyr both scramble onto the crates next to the fence.

Matrim jumps over the fence into the alley, to attack the wererat, who chooses to shapechange into a giant-rat !

Matrim, your hammer strikes the wererat as he shapechanges, knocking the creature to the ground. Blood splatters and teeth shatter !

The wererat shapechanges into a giant-rat. It emerges from underneath the pile of ragged clothes it was previously wearing and uses its move action to scurry west along the alleyway. It is fleeing ! A pile of ragged clothes and a dagger now lie in the alley.

Matrim, you can use your reaction to make another opportunity attack now !

Bhelmyr casts Sacred Flame !

DM rolled 5 using 1d20+2 (wererat dex save)

The Sacred Flame scorches the wererat who still barely lives. The wererat will continue to flee west (unless Matrim's opportunity attack slaughters it).

Both Matrim and Bhelmyr think they may have seen some movement from the shadows extending into a nearby alley, further west, the direction the wererat/giant-rat is fleeing. You can't be too sure, though, as your passive perception scores are both average. Could be a dog or a rough-sleeper disturbed by the noise, or just your imagination.

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That's round 4 done. The DMG has rules on giving chase, which comes down to dash-actions and constitution.

I have had two (!) requests in the last day for characters to join. I will try to introduce them in a cool way as soon as they are ready.
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Cricket comes from the shadows in pursuit of the Wererat. "Kill the beast, and you'll be rewarded." he croaks, speaking in a raspy and gruff voice. Sounded angry that he'd copied from a certain halfling he'd met.

Cricket rolled 13 using 1d20+2 Initiative

Provided it's alive, the Kenku would whisper a spell in a woman's voice and fire an eldritch blast from the wand he carried.

Cricket rolled 22 using 1d20+5 to hit, Cricket rolled 8 using 1d10 Damage

Otherwise, he'll quickly make his way to the creature and prod it with his spear. "Kill the beast-" He'll say in that first voice again, ending his quote short this time.

Initiative: 15 [private to dm: 03:18, Today: Kvanlanir rolled 15 using 1d20+3.  Initiative]

An arrow shot out from the shadows near the voice, sailing toward the giant rat. It was apparent that others were already going after the beast, but his job was to make sure the thing was dead, and that's just what he intended to do. [private to dm: Shoot it even if it's dead on my turn.]

Kvanlanir moved out the shadows then, toward the wererat, or those who fought the beast if it no longer drew breath. He kept his bow at the ready, another arrow already knocked, as he looked for allies of the rat who may also need to be dealt with.

Result: Hit AC 19 for 7 Piercing damage [private to dm:
03:26, Today: Kvanlanir rolled 19 using 1d20+5.  Advantage for target unaware.
03:25, Today: Kvanlanir rolled 8,7 using d20+5,d8+3.  Attack w/ Longbow.]

Round 5 !

Matrim 19
Monsters 16
Kvanlanir 15
Cricket 13
Bhelmyr 10
Harlo 7

Matrim needs to do his opportunity attack from the end of round 4, which may kill the wererat, then declare his actions for round 5.

Bhelmyr, will you jump over the fence, too ?

Harlo is in the passageway in the Inn, talking to the old adventurers.

The wererat / giant-rat intends to flee, and use the Dash action.

Check the Rules thread for clarification on Chases and Dash.

Bhelmyr already jumped over the fence, I thought. After his last sacred flame. But yes, he will give chase, and dash.

"before hoping over the fence"

oops, sorry.

Ok, just waiting on Matrim ...

Apologies, work has been taking a lot out of me.

As the rat moves away, Matrim growls and swings the hammer two-handed.


Roll to hit: Matrim Rogthor rolled 24 using 1d20+6 ((18)).

Damage:Matrim Rogthor rolled 15 using 1d10+6 ((9)).

As the hammer hits, Matrim begins to chuckle. "I wasn't expecting to have this much fun today!"

Matrim gives chase to the creature. If he must DASH, he does so.

Matrim, your opportunity warhammer attack smashed the wererat / giant-rat's brains out of the side of its head and onto the ground, making a terrible mess.

It is dead !

Bhelmyr, some rat brains and blood splashes onto your boots.

While you both stand in the alley, Cricket, an odd-looking raven-headed kenku emerges from the shadows, and prods the dead wererat with his spear.

Behind the kenku follows Kvanlanir, an elf with a bow drawn and ready. The elf looks around for more hostile creatures.

Perhaps it is time for introductions ?
Would you like to return to the Blue Dragon Inn after meeting and greeting each other ?

Harlo and Duncan remain inside the Blue Dragon Inn.

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XP totals for each character !

Bhelmyr    230
Cricket        80
Harlo        230
Kvanlanir    80
Matrim      280
Duncan         0

Setting the war-hammer down, and coming back from his RAGE, Matrim looks at the people who he never really noticed before.

With a grin, he says "any enemy of my enemy is a friend! Usually, I like to meet new friends over some ale. What say you? First two rounds on me?"

After Matrim says that, he cleans the hammer with some cloth he picked up from the ground, and heads back towards the Blue Dragon Inn.

Kvanlanir lowers the bow at seeing no more of the wererats present, "One less wererat roams the streets."

He lowers his bow, and returns the arrow to his quiver, "Greetings, friends. Kvanlanir, and my associate, Cricket. We were hired to help with the rat problems." He paused and looked at the woman's corpse for emphasis as he said the word 'rat'.

As the goliath offered drinks, Kvan agreed, "Certainly. What had you chasing after the rats?"

Bhelmyr put his axe away, and offered the strangers handshakes. "Bhelmyr Godstouched, at your service. These despicable creatures attacked a man out behind the Blue Dragon Inn. I was working as a bouncer there. Probably ain't anymore." His voice was deep, but smooth.

Kvanlanir took the dwarf's hand, "How many of them did you face off against? We were sent after a couple of them in particular."

"Two. Other one's other one didn't make to the the alley, thanks to the big guy, here." He see's Matrim's wounds. "How you holding up, big guy? Looks like they got you a few times."

"Enemy of my enemy is a friend." The large avian parroted. "Cricket" He adds, followed by the sound of a cricket chirping. He clicks his beak a few times, feathers expanding around his face just a bit. "First two rounds-" followed by the sound of coins clinking together from his beak before he lifted up a small coin purse and shook it, though very little noise came from the light bag. "Kill the beast, and you'll be rewarded."

The discussion in the alley reveals that two wererats were killed by the party. One corpse lies in the alley, while the other is in the back yard area of the Inn.

Bhelmyr asks Matrim about his wounds, but Matrim has begun walking back towards the Blue Dragon Inn.

(Does Matrim jump the fence back into the back yard, or walk out of the alley, around the corner to the front entrance ?)

It sounds like Cricket and Kvanlanir were employed by someone to kill the wererats, which have now been taken care of.

Do all adventurers return to the Blue Dragon Inn to take Matrim up on his offer of "first two rounds" ?
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Matrim decides to jump (hop) the fence back.

As he passes Kvanlanir, he says

"I heard a noise, ran out back, and one held a knife at me. So I ... reacted. Maybe a little too much?"

Hearing Bhelmyr inquire after the wounds, he responds with

"Lets see how I feel after a few rounds. Magic being used on me is not something im incredibly keen on. Thank you though."

Matrim walks back to where he was sitting, downs the ale, and signals for more.

Bhelmyr looks up at the fence. No crates on this side. "You're welcome. I believe I'll take the long way 'round, friends."  He hurries around the corner into the Blue Dragon Inn.

"I think you reacted perfectly. I doubt you'd have enjoyed living the rest of your life as a half-rat unable to control your own thoughts and actions." Kvan looked to Cricket for signs of hesitation, and then looked down at the corpse with a discreet jerk of his head and followed the others toward the tavern.

[private to Cricket: The signal for you to snag an ear. I'll get one from the woman.]
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Cricket turned his head, almost a total ninety-degrees to the side to watch everyone interact. The he turned the other way and ruffled his feathers, settling his head back into a more normal looking position. "Perfectly" He croaks out in Kvan's voice. He didn't seem particularly wary or suspicious, but did stand closer to Kvan than to anyone else, and wouldn't leave the area until he did.

"Would you mind showing me the corpse of the woman? Our employer requires a small trophy to prove her death."

Returning to the Blue Dragon Inn, you pass the old adventurers who are carrying the injured man out the front entrance.

They stop to have a brief talk to you, explaining that this unfortunate man is named Jimmie, and that they are taking him to the Temple of St Cuthbert in the Garden Quarter of the city, where the cleric Eritai and her pupil clerics will ensure he returns to health.

The old adventurers gathered Jimmies dropped belongings from the hallway and these will help with payment to the Temple (he dropped some cards, gambling chips, etc).

Harlo and Duncan have returned to drinking (and quite possibly NPC status. I won't do too much with them just yet. For the time being they will stay in the Inn and keep to themselves. You could request their help if needed. Harlo is a wizard, Duncan is a ranger. They are both human visitors to Greyhawk city.)

Bhelmyr notices that the scruffy pair who may have been planning a burglary nearby are no longer in the main Inn room.

You can collect trophies (ears ?) from the wererat corpses, before Felipe, the barkeep, will throw the corpse of the first wererat over the back fence, into the alley so both corpses are in the alley. He tells you that he will inform the City Watch Station and Nightwatchmen of the needed removal of the corpses. Of course, you can stop Felipe from doing this if you want.

Unless anyone wants to do anything adventurous, the evening will pass without further conflict. You can all continue to get to know each other over some drinks.

Felipe is happy to provide five free drinks each (up to a couple gp value per character) as well as free rooms for rent for the next three nights, as thanks for your help with the wererats.

Eventually morning will arrive. 16th Readying (the month name).

Who is up early ? Who sleeps in late ? Who stays up all night ?
Does anyone want to do anything else before retiring for the night ?

The next day brings new adventures ...

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OOC:
My ISP has upgraded my internet, but I am waiting for delivery of a new compatible modem. Thus, no internet at home until mid-week. My deepest apologies if I cannot reply for a few days. I am currently sitting in the local library using their WiFi on my tablet.

Also, I just want everyone to know that I am having lots of fun DMing for you, and I hope you are enjoying it. If you have feedback or comments that will help the game or my DMing improve, just say !

Matrim will continue to drink in moderation, both paying for the drinks he offered, and enjoying the free ones provided. Around 1 am he will walk (stagger?) to his room. He is welcome to any questions or conversation while he is still drinking.

Bhelmyr will stop and try and let Theldrat know about the suspicious characters before going back to the bar. He will take his free drinks slowly, while watching the locksmith's, and as the night wears on, will try and round up volunteers to keep an eye out when he goes to bed.

Kvanlanir collects the trophies from each of the wererats, as requested. Upon returning to the tavern, he orders a meal to start with, whatever the man has available that'll soak up some of the drink, and then takes it slow on the drinks themselves. He makes sure Cricket is well tended to as well, as occasionally a face or two needs to be punched for wise cracks about birds.

"So, we've told you a bit about ourselves. What is it you all do around here?"

As the night wore on and conversation started to die down a bit, Kvan headed back to see Simpkin to hand over the trophies and collect the promised payments. From there, he returned to his room at The Blue Dragon.

I don't do much around here as I have just arrived from far off. I'm looking to... talk with some merchants about having them align with my family.

Cricket stays close to Kvan. He always does when allowed. He tries to converse with the new friends, though it's hard when he can only speak in clips and phrases. And sounds. For instance, he asks for food with the sound of sizzling bacon, or for drink with the sound of a mug being filled. Though Kvan may need to translate a bit now and then. He doesn't talk much about his past at all, he'd find it hard to anyways. He'll let Kvan tell the group of his spellcasting powers if he wished. Or not, up to him.

When Kvan left to get paid, of course, Cricket followed along. Then he'd follow him back as well.

"What is the merchant's name? Perhaps I'm familiar with them." Kvan ignored the man's pause.

Not fully paying attention to the conversation, Bhelmyr answers Kvan's previous question without noticing a new one had been asked. "What do I do around here? Hmm... well, anything that pays and doesn't sting the conscience. Mostly I do odd jobs for my friend, Felipe." At this, he looks away from the window for a moment, towards the bar, before looking at Kvan. He puts a hand conspiratorially against the side of his mouth and lowers his voice slightly, "I don't like paying for drinks, and he don't like paying for... well, anything, so its a match made in Bytopia." He laughs, and something about the resonance of his laugh reminds of a church organ.

Kvanlanir gave a knowing chuckle in reply to Bhelmyr's comment.

The first time Cricket made a sound like a mug filling with ale, Matrim turned and looked in amazement. He then understood immediately, and slid a mug towards Cricket.

Looking at Kvan, he takes a swig thoughtfully, and answers with "I haven't decided yet. Like I said, new to the town and all. Have any suggestions?"

"Alright, well...what kind of merchants are you looking for? Specific industry? Anything other than 'merchant' to narrow down that list?"

Bhelmyr, you cross the road to Theldrat's Locksmith shop. Unfortunately, it is closed now, being early evening. A sign in the window indicates that he will reopen "late morn".

Kvanlanir and Cricket, you are able to find Simpkin (The Weasel) at The Pit. He is sitting in the stands overlooking the caged fighting area, and talking to a trio of black-leather-armor clad men. Two wear hoods, obscuring their features, while the third has his hair cut into a mohawk style. He gestures them away, saying "Take care of it.", as you arrive. The mohawk-man stares intently at Cricket as they walk past you. "Bird stew for dinner, lads?" you hear him say to his companions, who laugh at his joke as they leave.

Simpkin is pleased that the wererats have been taken care of, saying that they were "unwanted intruders" and were causing problems for the Thieves Guild and Assassins Guild. He takes your trophies and you receive your payment of 5gp. "If I need you again, I'll send a runt to find you." He is talking about a youthful Guild member or beggar paid to run errands.

Kvanlanir, you believe you may know some information on local merchants to help Matrim.

The nearby Artisans Quarter of the city has many merchants and shops which may interest any adventurer. There are multiple of each of the following :

Shipper and Hauler
Brewer
Leatherworker
Weaver
Tailor
Metalsmith
Jeweler
Gemcutter
Furniture Maker
Carpenter
Stonemason
Architect
Taverns with Food

The Guildhall of Leatherworkers, Weavers and Tailors in the Artisans Quarter may be a place to meet merchants or find recommendations to the best shops.

The Mercenaries Guildhall in the Foreign Quarter (where you are now) has a selection of armor and weapons for sale. Some in large-sizes to suit half-orcs and possibly a goliath. With an added fee some armor could be adjusted to fit.

City Map (Foreign Quarter is F, Artisan's Quarter is A) :
https://drive.google.com/open?...tvbl4AntFGSp0rjtH1x4

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The next day arrives unless anyone wants to do anything else that evening / night.

Is Cricket up early, like the other natural-species birds of the city ? What do you do in the morning ?

Cricket hears the insults, and is quite used to them. Still, wouldn't it be fun to play a little joke? He waits for their backs to be turned on him, then mimics the sound of a sword being drawn from it's sheathe behind them

Deception roll of 13 versus their Insight to see if they can tell it's fake

If that works, when they turn to look at him, he'll laugh at them, though he only does so in their own voices, staring at them with his otherwise blank face. Not like he could smile or anything. After repeating their laughs back to them, he ruffles his feathers and follows Kvan's lead in concluding their business.

Intimidation roll 9 to see if he can unsettle them with their own laughs.

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Cricket is up in the early hours. He heads to try and get some food, though he can only throw out the sound of meat sizzling to whoever would take his order. This is why he travels with someone most of the time.

Cricket, the three black-leather clad thieves spin on their heels at the sound of a sword being drawn. The two hooded ones draw daggers from hidden sheaths and take defensive stances, while the mohawk-haired one stands upright with his hands on his hips. He looks at you curiously, returning your intimidating gaze.

DM rolled 20 using 1d20+1.  Mohawk-man insight.

He then bursts out laughing ! "Haw Haw ! Well, I'll never ! That bird has a brain and balls ! Haw Haw ! Let's go, lads."

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I will wait to see if anyone else is up early before beginning the next day ...

Kvanlanir spends four hours in meditation in the middle of the night. In the early morning hours, he arose and headed to the common room to await the opening of the kitchen and the awakening of the other guests. Usually it was a blessing to be of elven blood, having no need for sleep, but for a man in his position, it simply meant he had more hours to think about the man who had killed the woman he loved. There were far too few distractions in the early morning hours.

Cricket clicks his beak together loudly when he spots Kvan coming down. "Kvanlanir" He said in the man's own voice.He points towards the counter, regardless of if anyone is actually working the kitchen right now, and makes a few sounds. in order, they are: The sound of coins falling together, the sound of meat sizzling, the sound of a brook or small river flowing. The corvid then pulls a coin pouch from his person and pushes it into Kvan's hands, looking up at him expectantly.

"Friends" He spoke in that dwarfs voice, looking around the room in an attempt to spot either of the men they'd met last night.

Having consumed enough alcohol to land a human on their ass for most of the next day, Matrim walks down the stairs as the first two finish their meals, rather chipper. He sits with them, making light conversation, and inquires some more on the shipper/hauler to Kvan.

He is still mightily impressed by Crickets' mimicry, and does his best to accommodate any requests that he can sort out.

As Matrim orders a VERY hefty breakfast, he also settles the bill from the first two rounds that he promised the night before, and does not take no for an answer.

10 copper = 1 silver
10 silver = 1 gold
(100 copper = 1 gold)

Each drink cost 4 copper pieces.

Matrim spent 52 copper paying for a total of 13 drinks (first 2 rounds is 8 drinks, plus another 5 drinks for himself). A very hefty breakfast will cost you an additional 5 copper, for a total cost of 57 copper (or 5 silver, 7 copper).

Matrim, please adjust your funds on your Character Sheet. Also, your HP are restored, due to the long rest overnight.

If other characters bought additional drinks beyond the "first two rounds" please adjust your funds.

Kvanlanir and Cricket can split the 5gp reward from The Weasel for killing the wererats.

Breakfast in the morning is provided free today, as an additional "thank you" from Felipe. The next two nights rent are free, but further meals at the Inn will cost 2 silver per meal (or breakfast / lunch / dinner combo deal for 5 silver).

Bhelmyr can find Olmar the half-elf cleaner (either cleaning the Kitchen late last night, or helping prepare meals with Kansik the half-orc cook in the morning) but unfortunately Olmar has not seen or heard anything suspicious regarding the Locksmith's Shop across the street.

Matrim and Kvanlanir discuss the shipper / hauler, which is similar to a furniture removalist service. Depending upon the business, they may work only locally to move items within the city, or may have access to wagons or barges to move a large amount of goods to another town. Rhennee Barge-people (along the river edge) have been known to provide this service along the Selintan River, which runs north/south. They will happily travel south to Hardby or north to Willip, but no further. Further north the area is too dangerous due to the proximity to the lands of the evil demigod Iuz the Evil, dread lord of pain and all things nasty. He's totally evil. Did I mention that he was evil ? He is !

World Map : https://drive.google.com/file/...g218Y85H2mu0SEj/view

Breakfast is served in the restaurant room of the Inn, just next to the room with the bar. A few other patrons are here.

It is still early morning, and while you are finishing up your meal, the half-elf cleaner Olmar enters the restaurant room from the bar room, a concerned expression on his face. He calls out "Bhelmyr ?"

Is Bhelmyr in the restaurant room with the other party members ?

Bhelmyr rose with the sun and helped the staff where needed. When breakfast was ready, he joined Kvan and Cricket in the restaurant, chuckling at hearing his own voice from the Kenku.


"Over here, Olmar!" the dwarf shouted above the din of forks against plates, and light conversations, raising his arm to better be spotted.

Matrim hands one Gold piece to clear his debts, and gives the change as a tip to all staff.

Kvanlanir accepted the free breakfast gratefully, and returned Cricket's full pouch to him along with his plate.

Was rather confused, even disgruntled when his coin purse was returned to him unaltered. He looked inside as if checking to make sure there was coin in it, but when he realized his meal was free, he croaked happily and clicked his beak and found a spot to sit among this motley crew that was forming around him and eat. He didn't even seem to care what the food was, he simply tossed bit after bit into his beak and swallowed it whole. The bird was quite happy. In fact, happy enough that, once his food was finished, he would sing a song. It was sung entirely in Elvish, and entirely in a male's voice. It was a song he'd heard a bard sing at a Tavern at some point, and he just copied it here. The problem was, it wasn't a song from a very talented bard.

Cricket, the song you mimic is not understood by you very well due to you not knowing elvish. However, Matrim and Kvanlanir understand elvish and can make out that the song is humourous, poking fun at dwarves and their beards.

Gnorlin, you find yourself wandering the streets of the Foreign Quarter in the early hours of this morning. You are walking up a street that contains some shops and an Inn. You notice a half-elven man with a broom sweeping near the front entrance of the two-storey Inn. A painted wooden sign above the entrance depicts a blue dragon. The man appears friendly and he stops sweeping for a moment to greet a few other people as they pass by ("Morning !"). You notice that he doesn't return to sweeping, but rather stares intently at the shop opposite the Inn, a Locksmith's Shop. He quickly looks up and down the street and then darts back inside the Inn, out of view. At this point you are about two shops away, up the street a short way.

Bhelmyr, Olmar the half-elven cleaner rushes over to where you and the others are finishing up your breakfast. "Master Bhelmyr", he says in an excited nervous way, "You asked me to keep an eye on Theldrat's Locksmith Shop across the street. Well, something doesn't look right. The door is ajar, and I know for a fact that he would never leave it like that."

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City Map :
https://drive.google.com/file/...AntFGSp0rjtH1x4/view

Foreign Quarter :
https://drive.google.com/file/...uIq4qPH52vriQDF/view

"Damn! It may be too late!" He drops his fork on the table and stands. "My friends, it appears Theldrat's locksmithy has been, or is being, robbed. The robbers may still be there. With your help, if we act quickly we may be able to catch them. Who's with me?"

Knowing a 'lookout' when he sees one Gnorlin smiles to himself and rubs his little mouse Fix on the head.

Chirping and clicking he tells his friend, "You just stay in my pocket, somethings afoot."

Gnorlin takes up a spot in front of the Inn to see if he can figure out what might be happening and if anything else transpires. Unfortunately he's distracted by the squirming of his pet.

---

12:40, Today: Gnorlin Parkputter rolled 3 using 1d20+2.  Perception roll.

Current HP = 9
Spell Slots
1st: 2
Prepared Spells
Healing Word, Inflict Wounds, Command
Domain Spells
Charm person, Disguise Self
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Gnorlin, standing in front of the Blue Dragon Inn, looking at the Locksmiths shop opposite, you can clearly see that the front door has been kicked or smashed in ! The door and doorframe have been damaged and the door closed over to try and look normal. Rough work ! You know that professional thieves would probably be more careful.

Bhelmyr, Matrim, Kvanlanir and Cricket are all currently in the restaurant part of the Inn. If you leave the Inn via the front entrance with the intention of investigating what's going on, roll a perception check as you enter the street area. You won't miss Gnorlin but you may spot other details.

The Locksmiths shop is directly opposite the Inn. A narrow alley runs down the side and rear of the shop. Theldrat, the locksmith, has recently had beautiful green stained-glass windows installed.

Here is a map !
(Not quite to scale. The street is probably wider, but you get the idea.)
https://drive.google.com/open?...CBwvE7hbVSuKCsDwvezw

Zoomed-in a bit :
https://drive.google.com/open?...HevEE5GDwzTVzX2dmMHy

You can see your current location (G, B, M, K, C).

Kvanlanir strolls over to have a look outsi - "Look at the legs on that woman..."

Perception: 6
06:49, Today: Kvanlanir rolled 6 using 1d20+4.  Perception.

Reaching down Gnorlin pulls a dagger from each of his boots and proceeds to enter the Locksmith shop. Something was happening and what fun would it be to just watch? Besides there might be a reward in this or maybe a ‘spare’ set of lock picks just lying about?

---

Entering locksmith shop.
ACTION; Cast RESISTANCE on himself.


Current HP = 9
Spell Slots
1st: 2
Prepared Spells
Healing Word, Inflict Wounds, Command
Domain Spells
Charm person, Disguise Self
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Perception 21

The kenku would have been content to just sit and eat all day, but Kvan moved to investigate what was happening, so he would as well. His raven remained perched on his shoulder, hidden in his hood where it usually stayed.

Kvanlanir and Cricket are the first of the four party member inside the Inn to exit onto the street.

While Kvanlanirs eyes are momentarily intoxicated by a beautiful pair of legs on a passer-by, Cricket takes in more details, noticing the damaged door to the Locksmiths ajar as well as a small human male urchin scamp peering around the corner from the alley running alongside the Locksmiths. The urchin boy is attempting to appear nonchalant but he is clearly keeping an eye on the front of the Locksmiths shop.

Kvanlanir and Cricket both see a gnome wearing padded armor, carrying a backpack and a dagger in each hand. He is currently walking away from the Inn, crossing the street towards the Locksmiths.

Hearing some people come out of the Inn behind him Gnorlin turns his head, a playful smile on his face.

"Something's afoot in there. I'm gonna' check it out. You coming?"

---

Current HP = 9
Spell Slots
1st: 2
Prepared Spells
Healing Word, Inflict Wounds, Command
Domain Spells
Charm person, Disguise Self
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Bhelmyr heads outside, and says to whoever is nearby, "If you can move quick, best cover the side and back. If not, cover the front with me."

00:56, Today: Bhelmyr Godstouched rolled 18 using 1d20-1.  Perception.

Bhelmyr easily spots the urchin boy at the alley, as well as Gnorlin the gnome.

Bhelmyr and Gnorlin are headed towards the front door of the Locksmiths.

Where do Kvanlanir, Cricket and Matrim wish to go ?
Follow the others or "cover the side" as Bhelmyr suggests, or something different ?

Cricket croaks "Kvanlanir" and points towards the suspicious looking one. He's seen lookouts before, and suspects that's what is happening here. His raven flies from inside his hood and perches atop the roof of the building, watching the urchin as Cricket approaches him, though he's struggling to think of a way to talk to the kid.

I’ll wait for the others to post but Gnorlin intends to go in the front door..

[Private to DM: Just so you’re aware....Gnorlin fully intends to try and take a set of picks while in there using any confusion as cover].

Kvanlanir looks at Cricket as he hears his name. When Cricket points to the kid, Kvan shakes his and shrugs his shoulders as though he has no idea, and uses the opportunity of the head shake to look toward the boy, "Yeah, I see him. Sorry, got distracted. See you 'round back."

Knowing that the kid was more likely to bolt if two mean approached rather than a single bird-man, Kvanlanir waved and Cricket and then headed toward the shop with Gnorlin, keeping the urchin in his peripheral vision.

---

If the kid bolts, I run after the kid, move & dash to follow him.

Gnorlin and Kvanlanir approach the entrance to the Locksmiths shop.

DM rolled 17 using 1d20.  Thug perception.

You hear sounds of movement and a thuggish voice come from inside the shop.
"Uh Oh ! I think we've got some company, Flegon ! Let's make a break for it. Scabby, get that back door open, quick !"

Cricket, as you approach the boy you see him reach into a fold of his ragged clothes and produce a small knife, holding it in his right hand. He reaches down with his left hand and scrapes up a handful of dirt, then takes a pose as though ready to throw the dirt into your face if you come any closer.

Bhelmyr stands in the street and sees the boy take this stance but does not hear the sounds from inside the Locksmiths.

Matrim (currently under DM control as he private messaged me and said he'd be away for a few days and should be back tomorrow) is feeling the effects of alcohol and the early morning. He stumbles out into the street, squints into the early morning sun, and takes in the scene.

Roll initiative and declare your intended actions (and backup actions if need be) for Round One !

DM rolled 8 using 1d20.  Thug initiative.
DM rolled 5 using 1d20.  Boy initiative.

Map :
https://drive.google.com/open?...5mepGWIR-AcuV8zb8IQD

Initiative Order :

Thugs 8
Boy 5

Hearing the people inside, Kvanlanir moved in, drawing his bow as he did so. His intention was to sink an arrow into a thief's knee cap, removing his ability to flee the scene. There was no particular reason to kill these people.

Yet.

Initiative: 14
Action: Attack with Longbow (non-lethal damage)
Result: Hit AC 15 for 5 Piercing damage

09:53, Today: Kvanlanir rolled 14 using 1d20+3.  Initiative.
09:54, Today: Kvanlanir rolled 15,5 using d20+5,d8+3.  Attack w/ Longbow.

Bhelmyr draws his axe, approaches the front door and says, far too gently, "We got you surrounded, come out quietly, we don't want to hurt you!"

08:07, Today: Bhelmyr Godstouched rolled 14 using 1d20+2.  Initiative.
08:08, Today: Bhelmyr Godstouched rolled 5 using 1d20+2.  Intimidate.

Gnorlin rushes into the shop and poins a finger at one of the apparent thieves. "Hey buddy stick around. Let's have a chat."

---

ACTION: cast CHARM PERSON on whichever thief has not been attacked yet. If they both have then he'll choose the closest. (Save vs. WIS or is charmed and will treat me as a friendly acquaintance. Has advantage on the save if he's been attacked.)
MOVE: 25' from current location as far into shop as that'll take him.

10:51, Today: Gnorlin Parkputter rolled 13 using 1d20+2.  Initiative.

[Private to DM: I'm not sure how you'd like to resolve the shoplifing of a set of lockpicks but Gnorlin will look around while he's in the shop. I made a few rolls and you can use them as you see fit.
10:56, Today: Gnorlin Parkputter rolled 14 using 1d20+4.  Sneak.
10:56, Today: Gnorlin Parkputter rolled 7 using 1d20+4.  Sleight of Hand.]

Current HP = 9
Spell Slots
1st: 1 of 2 remaining
Prepared Spells
Healing Word, Inflict Wounds, Command
Domain Spells
Charm person, Disguise Self
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Bhelmyr and Kvanlanir please roll d20 to decide the order between you two, as you both rollled 14.

As Matrim stumbles out, he looks like he might reconsider moving.

CON save: Matrim Rogthor rolled 24 using 1d20+4 ((20)). (HA NAT 20)

With sheer willpower, Matrim keeps everything inside, and suddenly stands straighter and walks with a slight spring in his step. He begins to look around to see what the fuss is all over.

Perception: Matrim Rogthor rolled 1 using 1d20 ((1)) (RNGesus giveth and taketh)

Matrim says a little too loudly, "OH GODS THE LEGS ON THAT WOMAN!"

I think ROUND 1 would have been my CON save, so I will roll initiative for ROUND 2.

Initiative: Matrim Rogthor rolled 17 using 1d20+2

Initiative 9
Quill's Initiative 3

Cricket would speak to the boy. "Runt." He'd speak in one voice. Then another for "Dinner." And he'd follow with the sounds of clinking coins and hold out a single gold to the boy. He'd indicate himself "Cricket" He'd say, in Kvan's voice now.

Cricket is spending his turn trying to bribe the boy into being co-operative. He has no weapons drawn, but he sends Quill, the Raven, up into the air to circle the building and keep an eye out.

Persuasion 13, if needed.

Initiative Order :

Matrim 17
Kvanlanir 14 (1st)
Bhelmyr 14 (2nd)
Gnorlin 13
Cricket 9
Thugs 8
Boy 5
Quill 3

Matrim spends round 1 gathering his wits and taking in the scene. By the end of this round you have regained your composure and wits and are ready for action !

Kvanlanir enters the Locksmiths shop and sees a thug wearing leather armor and carrying a mace in the main shop room, leaning over the counter after having called out to other thugs in the back rooms. The shop is a mess and has been ransacked. Bits and pieces of locks, tools, smashed pottery and wooden boxes, all lie scattered about.

The first thug spins as you enter and receives your arrow to the knee ! He screams in pain "Arrgh ! Bastard !"

Bhelmyr, the door is now open and you stand in the doorway. Kvanlanir stands in front of you inside the shop. You can also see the thug in the shop near the counter. He is definitely one of the ruffians you saw in the Inn last night.

Your threatening words "We got you surrounded, come out quietly, we don't want to hurt you!" are heard by him but maybe not the other thugs further inside the shop.

Gnorlin pushes past Bhelmyr and Kvanlanir to stand near the end of the counter in the shop. "Hey buddy stick around. Let's have a chat."

You cast Charm Person ! Due to your companion putting an arrow into his knee, the thug does not find you very charming.

DM rolled 6,18. Thug Save vs Charm (advantage).

[Private to Gnorlin Parkputter: In the confusion, chaos and mess of the shop you will have an opportunity to search for a set of lockpicks to pocket. It may have to wait until you have a chance in a few rounds, due to your attention currently being on the thug. Your sleight of hand was not great, so the other party members (if nearby) will get a perception roll. Remind me (maybe at the end of the fight) again when you want to have a proper search through the mess.]

Cricket, the boy seems a bit perplexed and confused by your appearance and voice.

DM rolled 4.  Boy insight.

The boy does not appear to trust you just yet and says "You'll not eat me, bird man !"

The thug in the main shop room calls over his shoulder "Make a break for it ! I'll hold them off !" before limping forward and swinging his mace at Kvanlanir.

DM rolled 5 using 1d20+4 with rolls of 1. Thug attack versus Kvanlanir.

The pain in his knee causes him to swing wide and miss terribly.

Those inside the shop can see two more thugs move through the building towards the rear door. One wears chain armor and carries a mace. The other wears leather armor and carries a mace and light crossbow.

They begin to struggle with the multiple locks on the back door and curse at each other. "No, you have to unlock this one first, idiot" and "You're the idiot. I know what I'm doing."

Meanwhile, the boy at the entrance to the alley throws his handful of sand at Crickets bird face.

DM rolled 19 using 1d20 with rolls of 19. Boy throws sand at Cricket.

Crickets beak and eyes are suddenly hit by a handful of sand. The boy says "Get back, bird man. I'm not scared of you !"

[Private to Cricket: The sand doesn't really have any bad effects, other than discomfort.]

Cricket's raven, Quill flies high and begins circling in the air, keeping an eye out. The raven has not spotted anything interesting yet, but through the raven's eyes Cricket can clearly see the back and side alley. Only rubbish and small rodents are there.

Map with updated locations of characters and NPCs :

https://drive.google.com/open?...JoRgLm_dP-pX8vOi5URw

Bhelmyr will move to get a clear shot at one of the two thugs by the door, climbing on furniture if necessary. He then makes a complicated gesture with his hand next to the crystal hanging from his neck, grasps it momentarily, and seems to draw a dagger sized shard of ice from within the crystal. He throws the shard at one of the two struggling thieves, and it explodes into a cloud of tiny ice shards, hopefully enveloping them both.


Cast Ice Knife: 18 to hit, 7 piercing on target, 3 cold on area.

00:25, Today: Bhelmyr Godstouched rolled 18,7,3 using 1d20+4,1d10,2d6.  Ice Knife Attack, Piercing Damage, Cold Damage.

Ice Knife
1st-level conjuration
Casting Time: 1 action
Range: 60 feet
Components: S, M (a drop of water or piece of ice)
Duration: Instantaneous
You create a shard of ice and fling it at one creature within range. Make a ranged spell attack against the target. On a hit, the target takes 1d10 piercing damage. Hit or miss, the shard then explodes. The target and each creature within 5 feet of the point where the ice exploded must succeed on a Dexterity saving throw or take 2d6 cold damage.
At Higher Levels: When you cast this spell using
a spell slot of 2nd level or higher, the cold damage increases by 1d6 for each slot level above 1st.

As the man closed into melee range and swung a mace, Kvan pulled the rapier from his belt and stabbed at the stumbling thug's other knee trying to weaken the man to the point of surrender. "That's not how you 'come out quietly'."

Move: draw Rapier
Action: Attack with Rapier (nonlethal damage)
Result: Hit AC 10, 5 Piercing

09:21, Today: Kvanlanir rolled 10,5 using d20+5,d8+3.  Attack w/ Rapier.

Gnorlin rushes into the back room his twin daggers glinting in the sun. He attacks the first bandit he encounters drawing blood.

"How dare you rob a locksmith!? Can you imagine the embarrassment you're going to cause him?

---

ACTION: Dagger attack on T3 (hit AC 17 for 3 damage)
BONUS ACTION: Dagger attack on T3 (Hit AC 10 for 4 damage)
MOVE: into the back room.

10:25, Today: Gnorlin Parkputter rolled 3,4 using 1d4+2,1d4.  action dagger damage/ bonus action dagger damage.
10:24, Today: Gnorlin Parkputter rolled 17,10 using 1d20+4,1d20+4.  action dagger to-hit/ bonus action  dagger to-hit.

Current HP = 9
Spell Slots
1st: 1 of 2 remaining
Prepared Spells
Healing Word, Inflict Wounds, Command
Domain Spells
Charm person, Disguise Self
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Matrim's Eyes go wide as he hears the noise of battle, and he smiles as he begins to RAGE, feeling his blood course with adrenaline through his body.

He decides to follow the small Gnome that he saw running around back, and will attack the first thing that comes out of the door at the back if it does not take a DASH action to get there. (two handed)

To hit: Matrim Rogthor rolled 26 using 1d20+6 ((20)) (RNGesus has giveth)

Damage: Matrim Rogthor rolled 12 using 1d10+6

If Matrim is standing in front of the door when it opens, he looks at the first bandit with wild eyes before he swings, in the hopes of just making him reconsider his last few decisions. (No intimidation, just flavour)

Matrim heads down the alley or through the shop ?
Gnorlin is inside the shop...
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Cricket hisses like an angry cat when he gets the sand into his eyes, trying to brush it out with one hand. He can see through his Raven, but being able to see himself from a top-down perspective likely isn't terribly helpful at the moment (But certainly would be very meta if miniatures were involved in this game) His response, then is to cast Mage Hand and have the spectral appendage rake through the dirt in the alley way, attempting to toss as much sand at the boy as possible, maybe cloud up the place while he does so.

Rolled a nat 20 for throwing the sand around, if the roll is required.

Quill continues to fly around, not having a care in the world.

In reply to DM (msg # 122):

Apologies.

Matrim will run through the alley.

Matrim dashes towards and then down the alley, knocking the poor urchin boy over in the process. The dash action takes you far along the alley, not quite to the back door of the shop. Next round you can use a move action to get to the door.

Kvanlanir attacks the first thugs other knee with his rapier, but unfortunately the rapier slides against the thugs leather armor and does no damage.

Bhelmyr runs forward, clambers over the counter inside the shop and stops in the doorway to the back room, casting Ice Knife, which pierces into the second thug wearing chain armor, making him yelp ! "Youch !". The Ice Knife explodes, but both thugs duck to avoid the shards of ice !

DM rolled 2d20 ((12,14))

Gnorlin rushes past Bhelmyr into the back room and attacks the third thug in leather armor with two daggers. The first dagger strikes true, slicing through the thugs leather armor and his guts. "Aaargh ! Shit !" The second dagger slashes through the air, missing.

Cricket throws a handful of sand at the urchin boy who was just knocked over by Matrim passing through. It's an astonishing success ! The boy has sand in his eyes and down through his clothes, causing temporary blindness and itchiness !

The first thug with the wounded knee swings his mace at Kvanlanir, missing terribly, again.

DM rolled 9 using 1d20+4.  Thug mace attack.

The second thug, in chain armor, steps forward and swings his mace at Gnorlin, smashing heavily into the side of the gnomes head. A devastating blow ! Gnorlin feels his brain thud against the inside of his skull, and takes 14 damage before falling unconcious. Youch !

DM rolled 24 using 1d20+4 ((20)).
DM rolled 14 using 2d6+2 ((6,6)).

Gnorlin drops to the ground, unconcious and on 0 HP !
Next round, roll your first death saving throw !

The third thug pulls his light crossbow from his back holster, aims at Bhelmyr in the nearby doorway, and looses a bolt ! Twang !

DM rolled 20 using 1d20+2 ((18)).
DM rolled 2 using 1d8 ((2)).

Thuunk ! The bolt buries itself into Bhelmyr's shoulder for 2 HP damage. The thug laughs "Haha ! Who are these guys, Flegon ?"

His companion nearby replies, "No idea, Scabby. Let's finish them and get out of here ! There's only three of them !"
The second thug calls to the first thug, "Hurry up and kill that elf, Marek !"
(The thugs have only seen the party members who have entered the shop.)

The boy spends the round getting to his feet, coughing, rubbing sand from his eyes, and jumping around in an itching frenzy !

Quill the raven circles in the air above.

Matrim, near the rear of the shop but not quite at the rear door, can clearly hear the sounds of combat coming from inside the shop. The green windows of the shop are too small to climb through, but a goliath may be able to smash the rear door open with a good strength-based roll (next round).

Updated map with arrows showing recent character movement :
https://drive.google.com/open?...hKNQX602FDgclWvGe0wa

Gnorlin is down ! Emergency !
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Gnorlin spins around and lands on the ground motionless.

---

Death Saves
Success 1
Failure 0

(good start at least)

04:24, Today: Gnorlin Parkputter rolled 11 using 1d20.

Current HP = 9
Spell Slots
1st: 1 of 2 remaining
Prepared Spells
Healing Word, Inflict Wounds, Command
Domain Spells
Charm person, Disguise Self
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Cricket angrily croaks at Matrim darting past him and his most bitter rival (in this moment). Though this heated feud comes to an end when the boy is pushed to the ground, and then suffers the sandy might of Cricket the Kenku! Cricket spends a moment happily strutting, making laughing sounds in victory of course, then runs past the blinded boy, dropping one of his rations to the boy's feet as he heads past him to follow Matrim to the back door.

Quill lazy drifts in the air, content to be away from all the kerfuffle going on below. He'll be keeping an eye out, of course.

Cricket uses his movement to follow Matrim. His action is the Ready action, and he'll ready an Eldritch blast to be fired at the nearest hostile when Matrim opens the door. Concentration roll included since readying a spell can require concentration checks.

Eldritch Blast to hit: 8, Damage: 8, Concentration: 17

Kvanlanir watched the man's swing and countered it with another stab of the rapier.

Action: Attack with Rapier (non-lethal damage)
Result: Hit AC 24, 8 Piercing damage
12:19, Today: Kvanlanir rolled 24,8 using d20+5,d8+3.  Attack w/ Rapier.

Move: If the thug goes down, then I'll move up on top of the counter to a spot where I have a clear line of fire at the back door. Sheath the rapier as part of the move action.

Matrim will move to the back door, and begin smashing it down.

Strength Check: Matrim Rogthor rolled 20 using 1d20+4

Can Matrim attack the nearest hostile (the lock-picker) or is that one more turn away?

Bhelmyr rushes to the gnome stranger's aid, kneeling down and touching his head while chanting. Divine power flows into Gnorlin, though it seems Bhelmyr isn't receiving much of his ancestor's favor.

00:09, Today: Bhelmyr Godstouched rolled 3 using 1d8+2.  Cure Wounds.

Matrim rushes to the back door and smashes against it. The door flies inwards, smashing into the two thugs on the opposite side (as well as Gnorlin ), sending them sprawling into the room onto the floor !

Bits of splintered wood from the door and doorframe fly through the air. For dramatic effect, a weird smoky haze suddenly wafts up around Matrim as he stands menacingly in the doorway, ready for action !

(We'll treat Matrims move and smash as a move action and attack action.)

Kvanlanir attacks with his rapier, piercing into the first thug, who winces in pain and regrets his recent life choices. "Ouch !"

Bhelmyr rushes forwards and heals Gnorlin !

Gnorlins journey through a long dark tunnel with a bright light at the end is suddenly halted as his wounds are healed. He awakens as though from a bad dream.
Gnorlin will have a splitting headache for the rest of the day and weird dreams for a few nights.

(Gnorlin spends this round staving off death, being healed, and gathering his wits.)

Cricket follows Matrim. Once the goliath smashes in the back door Cricket unleashes his Eldritch Blast towards the second thug, but the blast ricochets off the thugs chain armor, into the nearby wall. Zzap !

First thug swings his mace at Kvanlanir, missing yet again ! The thug swears and yells a terribly offensive insult at Kvanlanir.

DM rolled 5 using 1d20+4.  Thug mace attack.

Second thug gets to his feet, steps forward and swings his mace at Bhelmyr, also missing.

DM rolled 12 using 1d20+4.  Thug mace attack.

The third thug steps back, points his crossbow at Matrim in the doorway and looses a bolt, which thunks! into the remains of the wooden doorframe.

DM rolled 10 using 1d20+2.  Thug crossbow attack.

The thugs are beginning to look less confidant than they were 10 seconds ago.

The urchin boy moves through the alley, itching all the way.

Quill, the raven, circles above. Cricket receives a view of the urchin boy, still itching, making his way down the alley towards the rear of the shop.

Map !
https://drive.google.com/open?...JNapOx6ISsDZ5pO8ja8K
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Gnorlin takes a deep breath and shakes his head happy to be alive. He looks around him trying to get his bearings.

Kvanlanir smiles at the man's insult, "Nice. Did your mother teach you that one?" He follows it up with another counter thrust of his rapier, continuing the tactics to push the man toward exhuastion.

---

Action: attack with Rapier, non-lethal
Result: Hit AC 16, 6 piercing damage

09:49, Today: Kvanlanir rolled 16,6 using d20+5,d8+3.  Attack w/ Rapier.

Again, move to the counter sheathing the rapier if the thug falls.

Feeling his magic wane, Bhelmyr swings his axe with both hands at the second thug, putting all his might into the blow. "I warned you!" he shouted. "You could have surrendered!"

10:10, Today: Bhelmyr Godstouched rolled 21,12 using 1d20+4,1d10+2.  Battleaxe attack, damage (2-handed). Somehow I accidentally rolled a second, unlabeled attack. Feel free to ignore it.

Matrim looks from the closest Thug, Gnorlin, and back to the closest Thug. He lets out a loud throaty roar and swings two-handed at the Thug.

To hit: Matrim Rogthor rolled 12 using 1d20+6

Damage: Matrim Rogthor rolled 14 using 1d10+6

Regardless if Matrim hits or not, he looks deeply into his intended targets eyes with the look of pure rage, then says "AWAY LITTLE ONES"

Though it is hard to make out if he means for the Thugs to back away from the two smaller party members, or if it is directed at the little ones to let Matrim have some fun.

Cricket sees the boy through his winged companion, and since Matrim seems to have the door situation handled (and perhaps from some slight frustration at his magic not doing much), Cricket turns to face the boy. He moves away from Matrim to meet the boy before he gets too close to combat and tries to converse again.

"Cricket" He points at himself again. "Not eat" He says in the voice of the boy himself. "Friends" that one in Bhelmyr's voice. He sure is trying to make the boy understand him. Normally he just lets Kvan do all the talking for him.

Cricket will use his move to get to the boy, and the rest of his turn to try and calm the boy down and keep him from harm.

Matrim steps forward and attacks the second thug (who is just barely closer to you, according to the map). Your blow thumps into his chain armor, damaging the armor and knocking the thug back against the nearby workbench. He is knocked around, but unhurt.

Kvanlanir thrusts at the first thug with his rapier, striking true ! The thug curses again ! "Aargh, shit !" You can tell he is getting hurt and fed up with this situation of being continuously poked by your rapier. Poke ! Poke !

Bhelmyr swings his axe at the second thug, chopping deeply through his chain armor into his chest for a very painful result ! "Aaargh ! Bloody dwarf axe ! Uuurgh !" He is hurting bad from that attack.

Gnorlin, still sitting on the floor, looks around the room to see he is surrounded by the second and third thug, as well as Matrim and Bhelmyr, all fighting furiously !

Cricket moves calmly towards the boy, who does not run away, but eats the food Cricket dropped near him in the alley (I forgot to mention that the boy grabbed the food Cricket dropped, sorry).

The first thug is in a desperate fight with Kvanlanir in the shop area. He swings his mace yet again, finally striking a powerful blow against Kvanlanirs head. Thump ! Kvanlanir takes 7 HP damage ! "Haha ! You felt that, didn't you, elf ?!"

DM rolled 24 using 1d20+4 ((20))
DM rolled 7 using 2d6+2 ((1,4))

The second thug regains his footing after being thumped against the workbench by Matrim, and retaliates, swinging his mace at Matrim, missing wildly. "Curses !"

DM rolled 7 using 1d20+4 ((3))

The third thug steps towards Bhelmyr, releases his crossbow which swings on a strap by his side, returning his mace to his hands. He attacks Bhelmyr ! It's a near miss ! Swish ! "Blast it ! Damn this city and its abundance of do-gooder adventurers !"

DM rolled 13 using 1d20+4 ((9))

The first and second thug are both looking quite hurt, while the third thug looks only slightly hurt.

The boy chows down on the ration Cricket dropped earlier. "Ok, bird man, I'll be your friend. Thanks for the food ! *chomp* *chomp* My name's Squatter, what's yours ?" He jumps around a bit, still itchy, and waves his arms in the air, impersonating a bird. "Mother never let me have any pets. Now I have a pet bird man, haha !"

Quill, the raven, grows a bit tired and lands on the edge of the roof at the rear of the building, almost directly above Cricket.

Map !
https://drive.google.com/open?...C2umgQ-hE1JRsAWPuJ28

Kvanlanir shook his head, "No, not really." As he said the word 'really' he drove the rapier in once more.

Bonus: Second Wind, restores 11 hp
Action: Attack with Rapier (non-lethal)
Result: Hit AC 19 for 11 Piercing damage

13:05, Today: Kvanlanir rolled 19,11 using d20+5,d8+3.  Attack w/ Rapier.
13:04, Today: Kvanlanir rolled 11 using 1d10+1.  Second wind.

Clicks his beak a few times and then laughs at the boy. When asked his name, he makes Cricket sounds like usual.

"Pet-runt-Squatter" He says in different voices. He looks up at Quill and grunts a little. Lazy thing. If he Cricket could fly, he'd never come back down! Oh right, people are dying. He holds up a hand in a stay motion to the boy, then turns back inside and draws a rod from his robes. He waves it around, croaking out some arcane words in the voice of an elderly man and casts Sanctuary on Gnorlin, just in case.

Quill is called back to Cricket's shoulder, and takes his place within the Kenku's hood once more.

Gnorlin pops to his feet and scampers out of immediate range. He grabs his sling and lets a bullet fly.

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note: I’m on my phone so I didn’t copy and paste my rolls but they’re there.

ACTION: Sling attack thug 3 (hit AC9 for 4 points of damage)
MOVE 20 feet away (North) from current location.
Current HP = 3
Spell Slots
1st: 1 of 2 remaining
Prepared Spells
Healing Word, Inflict Wounds, Command
Domain Spells
Charm person, Disguise Self

Matrim begins to lose himself in his fury, and targets the man who he hit. He swings forcefully at the man two-handed.

To hit: Matrim Rogthor rolled 15 using 1d20+6

Damage: Matrim Rogthor rolled 14 using 1d10+6

Bhelmyr grins at perceived complement from his foe and swings at him again. Hard.



Bhelmyr crit for 17 damage.

17:47, Today: Bhelmyr Godstouched rolled 9 using 1d10.  Battleaxe critical damage (2-handed).
17:47, Today: Bhelmyr Godstouched rolled 24,8 using 1d20+4,1d10+2.  Battleaxe attack, damage (2-handed).


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Matrim smashes his warhammer into the chainmail-clad second thug, smashing multiple ribs. The thug slumps against the workbench, barely alive. His mouth fills with blood, which flows out down his chin and over the damaged chainmail armor. "Urk Gurggle Gurk !" he stammers.

Kvanlanir recovers from the blow to his head and strikes against the first thug, severely injuring his legs. The thug screams in pain "Aaaaargh !" and slumps to the ground, clutching his legs. "Bastard elf !"

Bhelmyr swings his mighty battleaxe at the third thug, striking the thugs lower right arm and completely chopping his hand off ! The thugs hand and mace drop to the ground. The thug wails "Aaargh Wowowowoooo !" and clutches the stump which spurts blood out all over everything nearby, including Bhelmyr.

Gnorlin scampers north into the front shop room in an attempt to get out of immediate range. The third thug reacts and swings his mace ... oops ! his bloody stump arm at Gnorlin ! The bloody stump smacks into Gnorlins's face as the gnome passes by into the front room, causing 1 HP damage and splattering blood all over Gnorlin's face and body. Gross !

DM rolled 17 using 1d20+2 ((15))
1 bludgeoning damage !

Cricket enters the back room and casts Sanctuary on the blood-covered Gnorlin.

The first thug, on the ground with damaged knees and legs, swings his mace wildly at Kvanlanir. It thumps into Kvanlanirs side, causing 3 HP damage !

DM rolled 20 using 1d20+4 ((16))
DM rolled 3 using 1d6+2 ((1))

The second thug, slumped against the workbench and barely alive, has a fearful expression as he looks at both Matrim and Bhelmyr dominating the fight in the back room ! He desperately swings his mace at Bhelmyr ! He smashes it into Bhelmyrs chest for 5 HP damage !

DM rolled 19 using 1d20+4 ((15))
DM rolled 5 using 1d6+2 ((3))

The third thug looks at his hand and mace on the floor, realizes that he is severely injured, and makes a run for it ! He will attempt to push past Matrim and Cricket and exit into the rear alley.

Bhelmyr, Matrim and Cricket all have the chance to use their reactions to make an opportunity attack against the fleeing bleeding third thug, now !

The boy follows a short distance behind Cricket. He's finished eating the ration Cricket gave him. He ate it so fast, he almost inhaled it ! "Hey ! You're my bird man ! You have to do as I say now, ok ! Do you have any more food ?"

One more blow against the first or second thug will take them out of the fight. They are both very hurt. The fleeing third thug is somewhat more healthy, but will probably bleed to death from his missing hand unless he can get to safety and bandage / heal it.

Map !
https://drive.google.com/open?...uk1TroRdlK9TcykAL0S7

Bhelmyr swings at the fleeing thug, hoping for a quick, merciful kill.

22:01, Today: Bhelmyr Godstouched rolled 22,8 using 1d20+4,1d10+2.  attack of opportunity.

Seeing that the robbers have been routed Gnorlin takes a look around to see if there are any clues as to what they were looking for.

[Private to DM: And don’t forget the set of picks he covets].

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07:10, Today: Gnorlin Parkputter rolled 9 using 1d20+3 ((6)).

Kvan stabs at the man again, "Persistence. You would make a good employee."

Action: Attack with Rapier (non-lethal)
Result: Hit AC 17 for 11 Piercing damage

09:28, Today: Kvanlanir rolled 17 using 1d20+5.  Advantage for target being Prone.
09:28, Today: Kvanlanir rolled 10,11 using d20+5,d8+3.  Attack w/ Rapier.
This sucker has some solid HP.

Bhelmyr swings the back of his axe in an attempt to knock the Thug slumped against the work bench unconscious. If he's already down, he'll instead attack the thug fighting Kvan.

If this drops him, Non-lethal
08:31, Today: Bhelmyr Godstouched rolled 15,8 using 1d20+4,1d10+2.  Battleaxe attack, damage (2-handed).

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Matrim decides to ignore the fleeing Thug, and focuses solely on being terrifying to the Second Thug in front of him.

He slowly brings his hammer above his head, all while looking the man in the eyes. He brings the hammer down, and connects with the man.

To hit:  Matrim Rogthor rolled 18 using 1d20+6

Damage: Matrim Rogthor rolled 14 using 1d10+6

He smiles as he does so. Another man who had attempted to injure him had been killed.

Cricket spots the fleeing thug and, given the chance, he'll thrust at him with his spear.

21 to hit, 4 piercing damage, one handed spear attack

If the fleeing thug remains up and alive, Cricket will also throw an Eldritch Blast his way on his turn. If not, he'll toss it at whatever thug happens to still be alive/conscious in the room.

Eldritch blast 7 to hit, 3 for damage

(Side note: this dice roller seems to hate the idea of me ever casting any spells lol)

Matrim terrifies the second thug before smashing his warhammer down upon him, smashing his head against the workbench, destroying the thugs head and cracking the workbench into two pieces. The second thug dies horribly.

Kvanlanir strikes once more with his rapier, knocking the fight out of the first thug in the front shop room. The first thug falls unconcious.

Bhelmyr swings his battleaxe at the fleeing third thug, hacking into his back as he pushes past Matrim and Cricket. The third thug is severely wounded !

Bhelmyr turns his attention back to the second thug to see that Matrim has taken care of him.

Gnorlin begins looking around the ransacked establishment. The place is a mess ! The robber thugs had upturned boxes of mechanical-bits, opened multiple drawers behind the counter and strewn items from the shelves all around the place. Locks, mechanical bits-and-pieces and tools lie scattered around. Two small metal money-boxes (like small cube-shaped chests with locks) lie on the floor behind the shop counter. One has been broken open and is empty. [Private to Gnorlin Parkputter: Gnorlin can spot, in his quick glance around, various small tools and lock-picks scattered here and there. You can notice hanging on a tool-board above the rear-room workbench : three small leather satchels, which look suspiciously like intact lock-pick sets.]

Cricket takes the chance to spear the fleeing third thug, striking true ! The spear pierces through the third thug, who slumps to the ground, dead, in the rear doorway.

The boy yelps upon seeing Cricket spear and slay the fleeing third thug ! "Bird man ! I told you that you can't eat people !"

First thug : unconcious in front room.
Second thug : dead in rear room.
Third thug : dead in rear doorway.

Bhelmyr remembers that Theldrat the locksmith opens his shop sometime in the morning, and could be on his way to his shop right now !

Fight is over ! What do party members wish to do ?
Tie up the first thug and hand him over to the City Watch Station ?
Search the shop ? Wait for Theldrat ? Loot the thugs ?

XP totals for each character !

Bhelmyr 320 Ding ! Ding ! Level up !
Cricket 170
Gnorlin 90
Kvanlanir 170
Matrim 370 Ding ! Ding ! Level up !

Map !
https://drive.google.com/open?...ecjdSDKuMi8xaS0Cmn8P
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Gnorlin walks around the workshop as he looks for clues. He picks up the items strewn about the floor and bring them to the workbench. Pulling the leather pouches from the wall he begin to try to fit the pieces where they belong. Once he's done the best he can he grabs the empty money box and approaches the remaining thief.

"So, where's the money?" He asks the man.

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 [Private to DM: So his slight of hand roll was 7 after bonuses. (Still on phone and having trouble coping and pasting my rolls. He wasn't trying to put things back he was trying to cover the fact he's taking a set. I leave it to you weather he was seen or not. (I am rolling absolute crap with this character so far!)]
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Gnorlin begins rummaging around a bit. Matrim, Bhelmyr and Cricket notice him remove some leather pouches from a tool-board above the broken workbench in the rear room, and fiddle around with the contents of the pouches. [Private to Gnorlin Parkputter: Yes, you can piece together a complete set of lockpicks and take them with you.]

Gnorlin then takes the empty money box to the unconscious thug in the front room where Kvanlanir is. The thug cannot answer Gnorlin's question though, due to being unconscious .

Note to Matrim, Bhelmyr, Cricket and Kvanlanir :
Just who is this gnome who wandered into the midst of your investigation ?
Friend or foe ?

I thought he was just subdued. In that case I would address the others and it would be placed as a question to contemplate.

After calming his RAGE, Matrim calls out "Gnome! What be your name?"

He decides to sit on one of the workbenches, and waits for a response, while cleaning the gore from his hammer with a cloth taken from the thug he killed.

The name's Gnorlin, humble servant of Fharlanghn, god of horizons and travel. I was doing just that when I came upon a most suspicious scene. What good to serve the great patron of travel if not to help those you encounter on your way? Gnorlin smiles hoping the huge man before him has had breakfast and doesn't like Gnome legs.

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Current HP = 2
Spell Slots
1st: 1 of 2 remaining
Prepared Spells
Healing Word, Inflict Wounds, Command
Domain Spells
Charm person, Disguise Self
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Cricket would check the thug he killed for valuables. He moves over to him and kneels down to rifle through the pockets of the deceased thug. To the boy, Cricket points to himself and makes chirping sounds "Cricket" he adds afterwards. "Eat people! No." He uses two different voices for that, the Boy's and someone else.

"Pleased to meet you, Gnorlin. I'm Bhelmyr Godstouched. Folks, we ought to leave Theldrat's stuff alone. He should be here shortly." Bhelmyr walks out the front door to wait for the owner. He seems to be having some difficulty breathing, and winces as he begins to clean the gore off himself.
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"My sentiments exactly. Who knows what those degenerates have taken. Best to let the shopkeeper return to take a look and tell us. I'm pretty banged up. I think some stew and refreshments next door would do me a world of good."
Gnorlin smiles at this group of do-gooders. If his deity has caused his travels to intertwine with theirs who was he to disagree?

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short rest?

Current HP = 2
Spell Slots
1st: 1 of 2 remaining
Prepared Spells
Healing Word, Inflict Wounds, Command
Domain Spells
Charm person, Disguise Self
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"Well met, Gnorlin. The name in Matrim. And some ale to celebrate would be a great idea!"

Matrim does not move, however, and waits for others to make the first move, content to follow another's lead for the time being.

He has never considered Gnome legs before...do they taste like chicken?
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Having only recently joined this group, Kvan had no idea who the others knew and who they didn't. He left the talking to others for the time being.

From outside, Bhelmyr says, "I'll stick around and talk to the owner. I'll gladly join you for drinks, after. Will someone tie that guy up?"

Short rest would be good.

If party members do nothing too strenuous for the next hour, you can count it as a short rest as per the rules on pg 186 of the PHB.

Cricket is able to find 3gp and 10sp in the pockets of the dead third thug.

Cricket, the boy replies "Oh, good. I heard half-orcs eat people. That's what mother tells me. Never get too close to a half-orc. That's why I hid in the alley and kept watch after seeing one kick in the door to this shop in the early morning. He was in and out all within ten or fifteen minutes. Then those thugs arrived shortly after he left. I could hear them making a complete mess in there ! Then your friend the gnome arrived and then I met you !"

Bhelmyr waits out the front of the shop. Soon Theldrat arrives. He is a portly, coppery-skinned human in his late forties. Seeing the front door to his establishment wide open, he cries "Oh no !" and pulls a handkerchief from a sleeve, wiping his brow. "Oh no, Oh no, Oh no !" he says as he approaches the door and peers inside.

The first thug is still unconscious on the floor in the front room of the shop.

Party members can stick around at the shop to talk to Theldrat or the boy (Squatter), or return to the Blue Dragon Inn for the remainder of their short rest (or do something completely different, if you like).

Eventually a patrol of the city watch should pass by, if you wanted to hand the surviving thug over to the authorities.
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Cricket will pocket the coins. He'll not pass up shinies, and the dead guy doesn't need them anymore. He'll listen to the boy and nod his head. "Kvan" He says and points to the store, then heads in to find his traveling companion. "Kvan okay?" He asks. "Friends okay?"

After spotting Gnorlin, he's suddenly reminded the Gnome exists. He points to himself, chirping like a cricket

Gnorlin nods at Theldrat as the man enters his shop. Not sure what the connection between Theldrat and the party is he decides to sit on a chair and listen to the exchange.

He points to the others and clears his throat, "I'm with them." He says waving his finger around the room.

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06:08, Today: Gnorlin Parkputter rolled 6 using 1d8+1.  short rest healing.

Current Hit Dice:  0 of 1 remain
Spell Slots 1st:   1 of 2 remaining
Prepared Spells: Healing Word, Inflict Wounds, Command
Domain Spells: Charm person, Disguise Self
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Matrim grunts in agreement with Gnorlin, and continues to clean his hammer in the back room, humming an old tune he picked up from the family bard.

He will remain with the majority of the group, and will talk when spoken to by anyone, including the locksmith.

"Morning, Theldrat, I'm Bhelmyr Godstouched. A friend of Felipe." Bhelmyr says with a friendly smile. "Sorry I couldn't get a hold of you sooner. Saw a few folks planning to rob you. Tried to keep an eye out, but a dwarf needs his sleep. Caught these ones in the act. My new friends and I took care of 'em. One's still alive if you wanna question him when he wakes up."


07:56, Today: Bhelmyr Godstouched rolled 12 using 2d6+6.  Short rest healing.

Kvanlanir looked at Cricket and nodded his head as he wiped the thug's blood off of his rapier on the man's own clothing. "I am fine. You?" He waited for his friend's reply before turning to the others, "This one has been subdued. Do you wish to question him to know why they came here, or what they were after? Or shall we leave him here for the authorities?"

Seeing the establishment completely ransacked upsets Theldrat nearly to the point of hysterics. As he begins rummaging through the ruins of his business he says "Yes, I am Theldrat, master locksmith. Oh dear me, dear me !"

He is frantically searching for something that seems to be missing. "I do think that we need to question this unconscious robber then hand him over to the authorities. Have any of you seen a missing key ? Perhaps these robbers stole it and still have it on their person."

He begins rummaging through the pockets of the unconscious robber. "No ! It's not here ! Blast it !"

Turning to the nearest party member, Theldrat says "I care not if they stole my money. The missing key was a gift from my father and is one of the few things I have to remember him by. I desperately need to find it !"

Gnorlin's ears perk up. "Key! Was this a key of sentimental quality or would it by chance open something? Um... not valuable of course...I'm not interested in that...something sacred and important to your family of course, just asking out of investigative curiosity is all. Not interested in the content...except of course to guard it...keep it safe you know...for the family and all....." Gnorlin trails off knowing his mouth once again got the better of him. He does however, hope for an answer.

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Current Hit Dice:  0 of 1 remain
Spell Slots 1st:   1 of 2 remaining
Prepared Spells: Healing Word, Inflict Wounds, Command
Domain Spells: Charm person, Disguise Self

From the corner of his eye, Matrim eyes the gnome, not suspiciously, more just thinking to himself that he may have to keep an eye on this one.

Bhelmyr gives a friendly but stern look to the gnome, saying, "did you find a key, Gnorlin?"

18:26, Today: Bhelmyr Godstouched rolled 6 using 1d20-1.  Insight. (if necessary) Bhelmyr is the sucker born every minute ;)

"CERTAINLY NOT! Indeed..." Gnorlin strokes his little pet mouse and moves to a chair where he resolves to sit quietly.

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player to player....I found no key.

Current Hit Dice:  0 of 1 remain
Spell Slots 1st:   1 of 2 remaining
Prepared Spells: Healing Word, Inflict Wounds, Command
Domain Spells: Charm person, Disguise Self
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"Just asking, friend. No offense meant. Theldrat, why do you think someone would rob a locksmith of all people? Is there something you're not telling us?"


12:16, Today: Bhelmyr Godstouched rolled 15,5 using 1d20+6,1d20-1.  Persuasion, Insight.
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Theldrat replies to Bhelmyr. "As I said, the key was a gift from my father. It is relatively plain, made of copper, and has a double-zig-zag symbol at one end. It is vital to my business !"

The missing key :
https://drive.google.com/open?...er-X9ajWPkqyUzupw5-x

Theldrat finds the small money-box that has not been smashed open, places it on the counter of the shop, and unlocks it with a (different) key he produces from a chain around his neck. It clicks open and Theldrat removes a small pouch. "This pouch contains 8 platinum pieces. For you adventurers, if you are able to return the key to me."

Theldrat turns to Gnorlin and says "Gnomes are a very inquisitive lot, aren't they ! Yes, friend. The key was rumoured to be able to open a great many locks, though I had never used its powers. I preferred to use my skills as a locksmith, for the good of the city. If the key has fallen into the wrong hands ... well, I shudder to think what could happen !"

Just as Theldrat finishes speaking, two things happen :

The unconscious thug begins to stir. "Urrrrr..." he moans.

The familiar sound of the rhythmic footsteps of an armored morning patrol of the City Watch can be heard from the street. They are still a little way up the street and will probably pass by unless someone alerts them to the recent activities inside the shop.

"Sounds like a guard patrol. Might I go summon them before they pass on by?" Bhelmy asks Theldrat.

Oh my, Indeed! A key that can open many different locks...well now... that key is something to ensure doesn't fall in the wrong hands. There are some who might use it for ill. Terrible people. I for one shall seek it out for you. But a question to start, is this key something you wish us to seek in secret? Do you wish people to know about it?

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Current Hit Dice:  0 of 1 remain
Spell Slots 1st:   1 of 2 remaining
Prepared Spells: Healing Word, Inflict Wounds, Command
Domain Spells: Charm person, Disguise Self
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Theldrat replies "Bhelmyr, yes, I feel that we should hand him over to the authorities, but I'd like to find out what he knows, first. The city watch can then send their corpse collectors to help me clean up this place." and to Gnorlin "Friend gnome, it's probably best if people simply know it as a family heirloom."

Theldrat looks to Matrim and says "Perhaps the most intimidating of your group could discover what this thug knows, before we hand him over."

Bhelmyr tries to stand up straight, winces, and leans back against the wall. "Perhaps someone who's a bit less banged up should fetch the watch. Cricket, are you wounded?"

Since we're still in the middle of a short rest, I'd rather not go off chasing down watchmen. I'm technically still at 2 hp.

"Let me give this another try." Gnorlin walks over to the thug as he arises from his weapon induced slumber. "Now good fellow, what's going on here?

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ACTION: cast charm person on the thug. (WIS save DC 12)

Current Hit Dice:  0 of 1 remain
Spell Slots 1st:   0 of 2 remaining
Prepared Spells: Healing Word, Inflict Wounds, Command
Domain Spells: Charm person, Disguise Self
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"I'll get them." Kvanlanir heads out toward the city watch, sparing a glance toward Cricket as he does so. [private to Cricket: A familiar look that says, "if you need to escape before the authorities arrive, now's the time. More out of habit than thinking it may actually be needed.]

Matrim comes out from the back room where he was cleaning his hammer, which is now on his back, and watches Gnorlin and the thug from a corner where he can also watch the front door.

He says, while waving his hand, "Ill be here if Gnorlin cant make him talk with his... infectious charm."

DM rolled 9 using 1d20.  Thug wisdom save.
The thug is charmed !

The thug stirs and moans, "Uurrrr....my aching head. My aching legs !"

He looks up at Gnorlin and says, "Ahh, hello friend ! I appear to be in a spot of bother. Care to help me up ?"
He tries to get up, but winces in pain and slumps back down to the floor. "Ow ! My legs are really sore !"

Kvanlanir, the City Watch patrol in the street, heading towards the shop, consists of five armored patrol-people.

A strong human woman in front wearing chain armor, sturdy metal-reinforced leather boots, with a morningstar hanging from her hip. Behind her are four human men, all wearing studded leather armor. Two carry flails and two carry shortswords. All wear cloth tunics over their armor with a crest upon it of Greyhawk City, to notify residents of their appointed duty. They walk up the middle of the street, in loose formation.

Gnorlin smiles and looks up at the others, "I'd like you all to meet my new friend... ummm ... now how about that I forgot your name. What is it again? Sorry about the sore legs but you ran into a bit of trouble trying to rob the place. We are all wondering what was going on here? Tell us all about it." Gnorlin continues talking to the Thug in a familiar and friendly way asking the following questions,

Were you hired and by who?
What was the objective?
Who are your partners?
What was the plan? Were you to meet someone after the robbery? Who? Where?

and any other questions the party would like him to ask....

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Current Hit Dice:  0 of 1 remain
Spell Slots 1st:   0 of 2 remaining
Prepared Spells: Healing Word, Inflict Wounds, Command
Domain Spells: Charm person, Disguise Self
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The thug looks around the room, notices Matrim, Bhelmyr and Cricket nearby and says "Ok gnome friend, I'll spill the beans. My name is Marek. I'm sorry, I have a splitting headache as well as these pains in my legs. I seem to have forgotten your name, too. Anyway, please keep these other people away from me, ok. (He gestures towards the others in the room) Where's that elf gone ? I'm glad he's not here." (Kvanlanir has gone outside to speak to the city watch patrol)

The thug continues "My accomplices and I were told by a half-orc friend, Irontusk, to rob this place of valuables after he was through with it. He said we could keep whatever we found. We thought it sounded like a good deal ! He came here earlier than us and kicked the door in. I'm not sure what he was looking for, but he'd rummaged around a bit and left before we got here. We last spoke to Irontusk at Barge End. He's very persuasive and we've learned in the past to do as he tells us."

Barge End is a shantytown just north of the city.
Map : https://drive.google.com/open?...tvbl4AntFGSp0rjtH1x4

Theldrat the locksmith, standing nearby, looks at Gnorlin and nods his head. "Very good work there, gnome."

Gnorlin pats the man on the shoulder, "Don't worry about forgetting my name good friend, It's Nobby McNobs and you can take that to the bank with you. You've been a very big help and  Theldrat here is mighty grateful. So do you think we could find good ole' Irontusk in Bardge End if we were to wander over there?"

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Current Hit Dice:  0 of 1 remain
Spell Slots 1st:   0 of 2 remaining
Prepared Spells: Healing Word, Inflict Wounds, Command
Domain Spells: Charm person, Disguise Self
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Marek the thug looks at his old friend Nobby McNobs (Gnorlin). Marek smiles at Nobby trustingly. "Ahh Nobby, you sure could ! Irontusk is a six-foot tall half-orc with light olive-coloured skin, numerous scars, and a large iron-capped tusk protruding from his lower lip. He dresses in finely crafted leather armor with iron studs. He also wears a ragged old fur cloak. He is employed by the barge owners to load and unload their goods, so can probably be found amongst the barges, fishmongers and gyspies there."

Kvanlanir holds up a hand and flags down the Watch, informing them that the party had apprehended a criminal and would escort them to him.

Kvanlanir, the woman in chain armor holds her hand up to stop the patrol behind her from moving. She listens to you, and replies. "Well done, citizen. Take us to the criminals location."

Kvanlanir leads the watch patrol to the entrance to the locksmith shop. The watch patrol enters just as Marek the thug finishes describing Irontusk to Nobby McNobs (Gnorlin).

The patrolwoman says "Ahh, sometimes the city adventurers do come in useful. I assume that this rough fellow on the floor is the criminal. From the mess here it looks as though he has ransacked the place and attempted a robbery. We'll take it from here. Well done, citizens. Keep up the good work." She clicks her fingers and gestures towards Marek the thug. Two of her team step forward and lift Marek to his feet.

Marek looks to Nobby McNobs (Gnorlin) with a terrified look on his face !
"Nobby ! What's going on ? Help your old friend, Marek. Come on, for old-times sake ! They'll put me to work ! Hard labour for ten or more years ! Noooo !"

The patrolwoman says "Shut it, criminal."

"Okay" He croaks when asked about his status. Not a feather out of place, though he had dirt stuck in the feathers on his face. When the watch shows up, he draws his hood up further over his head, as if it could hide the massive beak jutting out from it. Sure, they'll just think he's a normal human now. Regardless, he'll stay out of the building for now, away from prying eyes. He's got a new friend to hang out with, anyways. He'll give another ration to the urchin, nodding his head. "Cricket friend." He would tell the boy. He would gesture to the boy, then to the body of the thug in the alley "Friend." Not quite a question, since he hadn't mimicked a questioning version of the word, but he tilted his head to one side in an attempt to look puzzled.

Bhelmyr cleared his throat to get the patrolwoman's attention, wincing in pain as he did. "Marek wasn't alone," he croaked, "his allies are in the back room. They didn't survive their wounds. Sorry about the mess, Theldrat." Despite his efforts to clean up, Bhelmyr was still quite covered in blood, though it was rapidly drying. He kept picking dried flakes from his beard.

He addressed the watch leader again, "The name Irontusk mean anything to you? Marek claims he was behind this."

Cricket and the urchin boy are near the rear entrance to the shop. The boy is still just outside, in the alley. He has his hands cupped around his ear and is attempting to listen to the conversation inside the shop between the party and the watch patrol. "No bird-man, you can't be friends with dead people. Only wizards can do that. They make zombies. Hey, I think they're talking about the half-orc I saw here earlier !"

Bhelmyr, the watch patrolwoman looks to you and Theldrat. "We will send our corpse collectors here later in the day to collect the bodies. They will be properly ... disposed of."

All watch members ponder the name Irontusk. The patrolwoman says "No, I'm sorry, I have never heard of anyone by that name." One patrolman says "I've got a cousin named Ian Musk, but he's a florist, so that's no help." The patrolwoman glares at the patrolman.

Gnorlin waves at his 'long lost buddy' as members of the watch escort him out of the room. "Best of luck friend. Don't cause those good people too much trouble ok."

Walking up to Bhelmyr he listens to the conversation and laughs at the Ian Musk comment.."Hahaha good one" he says pointing at the watchman. On seeing the glare of the watchwoman Gnorlan smiles and twiddles his thumbs while rocking on his heels. Speaking softly to himself,"ooh he wasn't joking...ok...."

After a few moments of contemplation he looks over at Theldrat, "I assume of course there's a reward for recovering your 'heirloom' for you. I mean this Ian Musk..ah..Irontusk gentleman sounds like quite a brute."

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Theldrat finds the small money-box that has not been smashed open, places it on the counter of the shop, and unlocks it with a (different) key he produces from a chain around his neck. It clicks open and Theldrat removes a small pouch. "This pouch contains 8 platinum pieces. For you adventurers, if you are able to return the key to me."

Gnorlin takes a look at the platinum pieces and bows his head towards Theldrat, "My good man, I am your servant."

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Current Hit Dice:  0 of 1 remain Spell Slots 1st:   0 of 2 remaining
Cantrips: Minor Illusion, Resistance, Guidance, Spare the Dying Prepared Spells: Healing Word, Inflict Wounds, Command Domain Spells: Charm person, Disguise Self
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If no-one else has any other questions for Marek the thug, or the city watch patrol, then the patrolmen will drag Marek outside and haul him off to the local City Watch Station for processing.

The patrolwoman stays behind a few minutes and asks "Before I go, I need to ask if anyone was near the Great Library of Greyhawk in the Clerksburg district last night ? Another robbery took place there in the pre-dawn hours this morning. Witnesses reported a cleric of Boccob stealing a rare book. If you know or learn anything of this crime, you can report to any City Watch Station."

(Boccob is the neutral-aligned deity of Magic and Arcane Knowledge)

"Since I'm halfway there already, I'll keep my ear to the ground, ma'am," Bhelmyr says with a laugh. He winces again. "Friends, I think we ought leave Theldrat to his cleanup, unless you wish to stay and help. As for me, a drink and some rest is in order. Got a bit closer to my ancestors than I prefer."

Slapping Bhelmyr on the shoulder (or as high as he can) Gnorlin nods agreement. He mumbles to himself as they walk out. "An heirloom key is stolen the same day a rare book is stolen. I have to say if this was a fictional world I would be exceedingly worried. Good thing we're grounded in the "here and now" of reality. Off to the tavern then. For a rest, some ale and perhaps a good stew. Then off to find Irontusk."

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Current Hit Dice:  0 of 1 remain Spell Slots 1st:   0 of 2 remaining
Cantrips: Minor Illusion, Resistance, Guidance, Spare the Dying Prepared Spells: Healing Word, Inflict Wounds, Command Domain Spells: Charm person, Disguise Self
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Matrim follows to the tavern, and buys the first round for everyone, while handing his Goliath sized mug to the counter for his ale.

Groin happily accepts a round of drinks. Looking at  Matrim’s mug his eyes go wide, "I want one of those! Gods it’s as big as me!” He says his laughter ringing through the tavern.

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I'm good to go when we're ready.

Current Hit Dice:  0 of 1 remain
Spell Slots 1st:   0 of 2 remaining
Cantrips: Minor Illusion, Resistance, Guidance, Spare the Dying
Prepared Spells: Healing Word, Inflict Wounds, Command
Domain Spells: Charm person, Disguise Self
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It's still morning in Greyhawk City. The party can discuss what they want to do next. Head to Barge End in search of Irontusk ? Something altogether different ?

Gnorlin finishes off his ale and addresses his new companions, "Well my new friends? It would seem fate has brought us together. I have engaged in battle and drink with you so I would be most pleased to join you in your hunt for this key. Shall we proceed to find this brute Irontusk together.?

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Current Hit Dice:  0 of 1 remain
Spell Slots 1st:   0 of 2 remaining
Cantrips: Minor Illusion, Resistance, Guidance, Spare the Dying
Prepared Spells: Healing Word, Inflict Wounds, Command
Domain Spells: Charm person, Disguise Self
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Matrim grins around his mug. "I am always up for a good fight Gnorlin."

Bhelmyr takes a pull from his own mug and says, "Count me in, friends."

Ready to go as soon as the short rest is over.

Cricket would, of course, follow his companions back to rest, though he'd try and bring the boy along with him. He had some questions that he needed to figure out how to ask.

"Half-Orc I saw earlier friend."

He started with a curious look. "Where?" He would ask the boy while walking to the meet with his friends, and keep out of the eye of the Watch if possible. When he gets the chance, though, he speaks up. "Kvan Squatter friend" he would say, indicating the boy to his companion.

"Squatter? Greetings, friend, I am Kvanlanir."

Understanding what it's like to grow upon the street Gnorlin gives the boy a smail and waves to invite him to sit down. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out Fix (His pet mouse) showing it to the boy. "This is my friend Fix do you want to pet him?"

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Current Hit Dice:  0 of 1 remain
Spell Slots 1st:   0 of 2 remaining
Cantrips: Minor Illusion, Resistance, Guidance, Spare the Dying
Prepared Spells: Healing Word, Inflict Wounds, Command
Domain Spells: Charm person, Disguise Self

Cricket, Squatter (the boy) will follow you to the front of the shop, to the street, but not into the Blue Dragon Inn. In response to your question he says "I think Irontusk will be in Barge End, like the watch-people said. He's probably got a few friends there, too, so be careful, ok !"

Squatter (the boy) greets Kvanlanir and Gnorlin, and pats Fix gently on the head. "Nice to meet you all, friends. I need to get back to mother now, though. She'll be wondering where I've gotten to. I'm sure I will bump into you all again, though ! Goodbye for now, bird-man and friends." Unless stopped, Squatter (the boy) will hurry away up the street and into a nearby alley.

Returning to the Blue Dragon Inn, you discuss tracking down Irontush in Barge End, the shanty-town area north of the city. How would you like to approach the place ? On foot ? On boat ? Disguised ?
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"Hey!" Matrim says somewhat gruffly. "Here is some gold for you and your mother. Take care now."

Matrim tosses the boy 1 gold piece. (reflected on character sheet)

"Now as for this Irontusk fellow, If we wanted to have a small group as 'bait' I would not mind getting my hammer dirty again. If it comes to that.

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It probably will come to that unless someone else does some talking with the fancy words."

Kvanlanir followed the others back to the inn, bidding the young fellow farewell. As they sat to discuss the plan, Kvan commented, "Confronting Irontusk is fine with me. We know little beyond his name and general location, so we can only plan so much right now as we know too little. There's going to be the question of legality, though. We've been hired to get the key back, but we are no authority here. It's likely to come to blows, and likely death when dealing with that sort. We'll need to be ready to deal with the guards in one way or another if they happen to show."

"And then there are the guild leaders. If Irontusk is a guild member, we may be pissing off more than just a simple half-orc and his friends."

"I can be pretty persuasive, but I doubt I can talk a hardened criminal into turning himself in to the watch. As for threats or deceit, while I believe both have their uses, I never picked up the knack required for either. As the last fight took a lot out of me, I'm afraid I'm going to have fight more carefully. I may be able to muster up another spell, but I'm mostly down to cantrips such as you saw me use against the wererats. And my axe, of course!" Bhelmyr finished his drink and stretched out his sore muscles. It seemed his ribs weren't as badly hurt as he had previously thought.

I would suspect good sir Irontusk is nothing but a middle level man and as such I don't think deception is required. I suggest we simply get our massive friends here to brain him and discuss options once he wakes up. Gnorlin gestures toward Matrim and Kvanlanir as he talks.
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"Fancy words" Cricket croaks out, settling in with his companions for the moment. From his hood, a raven pokes his head out and eyes the mouse for a bit, staring intently, but not moving from here.

"Cricket knack fancy words. Cricket knack come to blows."

"Irontusk." He makes the sound of a weapon being drawn from a scabbard, metal clanging together, the sound of one of the thugs from earlier giving out his death rattle. He finishes it off with the sound of someone laughing.

Gnorlin smiles at Crucket’s enthusiasm but on noticing him eyeing Fix in his pocket pushed the little mouse down to safety.

Does the party want to simply walk to the area and attempt to use Gather Information and Spot skill checks in an attempt to find Irontusk ? Or perhaps you have other ideas that may help, as you could be wandering around for a few hours before finding the half-orc.

"Would it be easier then, for someone, or a small group, to go into the area where he is usually found, shout out a challenge and location, then wait for Irontusk to show? Word can travel quickly in areas where drink soften tongues."

Matrim starts to thumb tobacco into his pipe, slowly. He is not quite sure if he is going to light it yet.

Looking up at Matrim with is eyes wide, "That's a good idea! I'll be there right beside you taking wagers!"

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OOC but as a player I like the DM's suggestion...)
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"Challenge him to a one-on-one fight? Good idea. Of course the rest of us will be on hand in the likely event he has thugs attack you," says Bhelmyr.

"of course, of course..help him..yea...but don't forget... WAGERS!" Gnorlin smiles looking at the big man. "You're gonna make me us rich!"

Current Hit Dice:  0 of 1 remain
Cantrips: Minor Illusion, Resistance, Guidance, Spare the Dying

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When the party does decide to venture to Barge End :

The great city of Greyhawk comes to an abrupt end down by the Selintan River in a tumble of shacks, docks and a few warehouses. The shouts of fishmongers, creaking of wagons, and the cacophony of shrieking gulls are everpresent here.

Up ahead, the wide bank of the Selintan River is so crowded with boats, from simple fishing vessels to wide river gypsy barges, that in some places it is nearly impossible to see the water at all unless one looks well away from shore.

Barge End is a tangled mess. Finding Irontush ... err, Irontusk is no easy task.
How do you begin searching ?

Gnorlin takes a deep breath as they find themselves surrounded by the organized chaos of Barge End. He begins to inquire discretely about Irontusk's whereabouts with the locals.

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DM...I'm hoping my background as an Urchin comes in handy trying to navigate and talk to the people down here. I made a few rolls for you.

11:16, Today: Gnorlin Parkputter rolled 22,5 using 1d20+4,1d20+2.  Insight/ Investigation rolls.
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Gnorlin, you are able to determine that good Investigation rolls will yield information that may help.
Unfortunately your roll (5) has not yielded any useful information yet.

While walking, Matrim speaks softly to Gnorlin.

"If you're going to make wagers, small one, then make them on yourself. I do not dance to the tune of others for their gain. My family taught me well."

Matrim then idly watches the people pass around them while smoking his pipe.

Perception roll: Matrim Rogthor rolled 19 using 1d20