The group had an uneventful sleep for the rest of the night, after the attack by the bats. In the morning, just as the group was getting up, a large group of people approached from the south. They were eight fellow travelers. After some initial suspicion, the groups planned to talk together. Just at that moment, a strange squeaking noise approached rapidly from the east. The group was attacked by 15 giant crickets. The crickets quickly overwhelmed three of the newcomers, and several of them feasted on the dying. The two groups banded together, except for a few cowards, that fled to the south. Most of the crickets were dispatched by timely punches or small weapons, although a couple of the newcomers swung clubs in close quarters, incidentally damaging their fellows. The remaining crickets fled after they had glutted themselves.
The group washed off and dealt with their dead; some were ceremoniously buried in the nearby creek, others were casually dumped on the side of the road. The group decided to travel together, but there was a disagreement about splitting up the loot of the dead. Timmy desperately wanted the net, and fought for it, throwing several punches, but he was overcome by numbers. One of the spiteful members dumped a bag of night soil on Timmy's head, and he fled into the woods.
The group proceeded on their travels north, and traveled three more days, mostly uneventfully. Timmy reconciled with the group, and one of the newcomers, and herbalist named JC, found some juicy tubers that served as a meal for the group. Nevertheless, the group was running low on rations and water and were very grateful to be able to finally arrive in Hommlet.
New skills were learned by the group, and several of the members went off to the inn. The remaining six were these: Dusty, a dwarven miner with exceptional strength and skill, particularly with a war hammer. Relentless, an elven navigator, with a chosen patron of the King of Elfland. He recalled a special magical ceremony where he would be able to transmute a chose weapon and suit of armor to mithril based on a keyword. Golden, a female weaver chose the warrior profession. Dimble, a humble turnip farmer, chose to also serve the King of Elfland as a travelling wizard. So, an Ostler, chose the wizarding profession as well, although he is still considering his patron. Finally, Cowrin, a squire, chose to take up the cause of his order as an acolyte cleric.
The group approached the first farmhouse, with two large dogs. Despite their fears, they knocked on the door and were greeted by a welcoming farm woman and her curious children. She gave the weary group directions to the Welcome Wench inn down the road. The group went to the inn and were dismayed by the price of room and board, but were grateful to get common room assignments of one silver apiece, which also included warm water, towels, morning tea and bread! The wonderful scents of the evening meal tempted the group, but they all ate simple bread and water, with a little beer.
Sleep was uneventful, and they awoke to a beautiful spring day. The groom had taken care of their animals at 2 coppers a piece. They asked directions to the merchant, and were directed north and west. They went out and explored a bit before opening time. The owners of livestock decided to sell them for some much needed equipment. After an initial discussion with a local farmer, they went back and retrieved their animals, which had been well kept for. They then went back to the local traders, who were only too glad to trade for the animals. The cow, a goat, and a fine set of clothes were traded for what seemed a princely sum (8 gold for the cow, 10 silver for the goat, and 7 gold for the clothes). Dusty was able to purchase a fine war hammer and a wooden shield for exactly 8 gold. Relentless traded his prized spyglass directly for a broad sword and 10 silver, and invoked his birthright on it, transforming it to precious mithril. Golden bought a fine battle ax for 6 gold.
The group is now feeling more confident and is looking forward to further adventure.
Saturday, May 26, 2018
Saturday, May 5, 2018
A Simple Group
A group of straggled, poor, but enterprising adventurers converged on a lonely tavern, nestled on a traveled road. Sixteen in number, they also possess some random livestock: a female cow, two male goats, and a male sheep.
After negotiating for use of the common room, they purchased a meager meal of bread and water. They observed some other dirty travelers before going to bed for the night.
Waking up in the morning, the group was tempted by the smell of bacon and eggs cooking. A few succumbed to the rich price of 1 silver for the meal, but most settled for bread and water again.
Golden (a female human weaver) and Slob (a male herbalist) clumsily attempted to stir up conversation with the fellow travelers, but were horribly unsuccessful. After being warned by one of the maids that the mood was turning ugly, the group left the tavern and considered their options. The animals had eaten provender over the evening, and they considered the position of the tavern, which was situated on the east side of a muddy road, that roughly ran north to south. There was a sign near the tavern, pointing north, that said "Hommlet".
Bacon, a woodcutter of some renown, had an idea of making a cart from available lumber. Searching around, he found an dead aspen tree. With his handy hand axe, and some assistance, he was able to fell the tree. However, he then considered the problem at hand, and realized that he didn't have the skill to make a cart or really anything from the chopped tree.
After some discussion, the group decided to proceed north on the muddy road. About an hour in, the group realized that they only had one water-skin with about two liters of precious liquid between them all. Swiss, a hunter, was sent ahead of the group to scout out a water source. He searched for about a half hour to no success. He came back and informed the group, where on they decided that the best choice was to go back to the tavern.
They went back to the tavern, and talked to the owner. He indicated that he did indeed have water-skins for sale, and also some rye bread. They bought eight water skins at 6 silver a piece, and ten loaves of rye bread (all that was currently in stock) for a copper a piece. The cook was preparing a savory meal of roast chicken, and Dusty, a lusty dwarven miner, could not quench his desire for a tasty meal. The rest of the group tightened their belts and tersely waited for the hungry dwarf to finish his expensive meal (3 silver).
By this time, it was past noon. The group retraced their steps on the road and passed the point that they had traveled earlier in the day. As they traveled on the crooked road, the livestock became more animated, and moved quicker on the road. The group was indecisive, and the the animals made it around a corner before they responded. The group rounded the corner to find a bubbling creek with a footbridge before them, and the livestock greedily drinking.
As the group approached the creek, a buzzing sound came to their ears, and seven basketball sized insects rapidly approached them. These were hungry mosquitoes, and one of them drained sufficient blood from Caleb, a potato farmer that he succumbed. Call (a scribe), threw a dart and downed an insect. Many of the group realized that their weapons were dangerous in such close combat (a few of the group had the insects attached and sucking blood). Many used their bare hands to slap and smash the insects. Several were downed in this manner. Unfortunately, Relentless (an elven navigator), used an iron spike in a haphazard manner, and damaged Timmy (a rutabaga farmer). Fortunately, the group dispatched the remaining insects. The livestock were all left alone, and sated their thirst. The group, realizing that they were both thirsty and filthy, sated their thirst and cleaned themselves off of blood and muck.
Evening approached and the group decided that this was an ideal spot to spend the evening, especially as there was a meadow that had been used by travelers in the past. They were able to make a fire, using a portion of a bundle of wood and some parchment to get it started. A guard was established, and sleeping positions around the fire were setup.
A few hours after the group had gotten to sleep, the guards had let the fire go low. A squeaking sound was heard to the south. The group moved to alert the sleepers, and Swiss, using a lantern, moved towards the creek. The livestock had been tethered to impromptu posts. Unfortunately, seven rapidly flying bats attacked the livestock. The sheep was taken down, and the cow and one of the goats took wounds. The group fought in the dark, and were able to take down five of the bats. The remaining two, sated by sheep and cow blood, flew off into the night. Matt, (a radish farmer), somewhat skillfully cut up the dead sheep and prepared some portions. The rest of the group treated to the wounds and prepared to sleep again.
After negotiating for use of the common room, they purchased a meager meal of bread and water. They observed some other dirty travelers before going to bed for the night.
Waking up in the morning, the group was tempted by the smell of bacon and eggs cooking. A few succumbed to the rich price of 1 silver for the meal, but most settled for bread and water again.
Golden (a female human weaver) and Slob (a male herbalist) clumsily attempted to stir up conversation with the fellow travelers, but were horribly unsuccessful. After being warned by one of the maids that the mood was turning ugly, the group left the tavern and considered their options. The animals had eaten provender over the evening, and they considered the position of the tavern, which was situated on the east side of a muddy road, that roughly ran north to south. There was a sign near the tavern, pointing north, that said "Hommlet".
Bacon, a woodcutter of some renown, had an idea of making a cart from available lumber. Searching around, he found an dead aspen tree. With his handy hand axe, and some assistance, he was able to fell the tree. However, he then considered the problem at hand, and realized that he didn't have the skill to make a cart or really anything from the chopped tree.
After some discussion, the group decided to proceed north on the muddy road. About an hour in, the group realized that they only had one water-skin with about two liters of precious liquid between them all. Swiss, a hunter, was sent ahead of the group to scout out a water source. He searched for about a half hour to no success. He came back and informed the group, where on they decided that the best choice was to go back to the tavern.
They went back to the tavern, and talked to the owner. He indicated that he did indeed have water-skins for sale, and also some rye bread. They bought eight water skins at 6 silver a piece, and ten loaves of rye bread (all that was currently in stock) for a copper a piece. The cook was preparing a savory meal of roast chicken, and Dusty, a lusty dwarven miner, could not quench his desire for a tasty meal. The rest of the group tightened their belts and tersely waited for the hungry dwarf to finish his expensive meal (3 silver).
By this time, it was past noon. The group retraced their steps on the road and passed the point that they had traveled earlier in the day. As they traveled on the crooked road, the livestock became more animated, and moved quicker on the road. The group was indecisive, and the the animals made it around a corner before they responded. The group rounded the corner to find a bubbling creek with a footbridge before them, and the livestock greedily drinking.
As the group approached the creek, a buzzing sound came to their ears, and seven basketball sized insects rapidly approached them. These were hungry mosquitoes, and one of them drained sufficient blood from Caleb, a potato farmer that he succumbed. Call (a scribe), threw a dart and downed an insect. Many of the group realized that their weapons were dangerous in such close combat (a few of the group had the insects attached and sucking blood). Many used their bare hands to slap and smash the insects. Several were downed in this manner. Unfortunately, Relentless (an elven navigator), used an iron spike in a haphazard manner, and damaged Timmy (a rutabaga farmer). Fortunately, the group dispatched the remaining insects. The livestock were all left alone, and sated their thirst. The group, realizing that they were both thirsty and filthy, sated their thirst and cleaned themselves off of blood and muck.
Evening approached and the group decided that this was an ideal spot to spend the evening, especially as there was a meadow that had been used by travelers in the past. They were able to make a fire, using a portion of a bundle of wood and some parchment to get it started. A guard was established, and sleeping positions around the fire were setup.
A few hours after the group had gotten to sleep, the guards had let the fire go low. A squeaking sound was heard to the south. The group moved to alert the sleepers, and Swiss, using a lantern, moved towards the creek. The livestock had been tethered to impromptu posts. Unfortunately, seven rapidly flying bats attacked the livestock. The sheep was taken down, and the cow and one of the goats took wounds. The group fought in the dark, and were able to take down five of the bats. The remaining two, sated by sheep and cow blood, flew off into the night. Matt, (a radish farmer), somewhat skillfully cut up the dead sheep and prepared some portions. The rest of the group treated to the wounds and prepared to sleep again.
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