Rescue at Rivenroar (Game Thread)

[Sk4mpE]

Søffå looks around to see if he can sense where the sounds of battle are coming from, and to assess the readiness of the party.  Satisfied, he replies: "Aye, we can help.  At least, I am ready - Lead on!"

[Melblen_Cairn]

The night air is thick with smoke and the sounds of skirmishes are hard to home in on.
"We are glad to have your blades then. I am Iantiln. This is Waldak, Elgret, and Graf. Marril have you word on the Captain?"  Iantiln asks.

"No, I have not seen him, but you know Old Harrowleaf. You'll likely find him by following a trail of goblin corpses stuck with arrows." the other guard answers as he readies himself to move out with you all, in as sorry a shape as he is in.

[Atanos]

While holding is collar night against his neck Atanos tells the guardNo point in trying to come with us, your bravery will be noted in fighting this beast, but you are in no shape to fight

[Sk4mpE]

   Glancing briefly at his comrade, Søffå addresses Atanos:  "Well spoken, friend."

   Søffå then turns toward the others: "We should move quickly to meet with your allies, and together press what advantage we have; I sense the tide has turned - Loudwater will survive this night!"

[Melblen_Cairn]

"No, I still draw breath and this is my home. Besides, I owe em one for Yen." Marril answers back with a hint of anger in his tone.

[Melblen_Cairn]

"If you must accompany us then stay to the edge of the fighting and use your crossbow. Suff'a's alchemical illumination should make targets easier to hit." Suq says to Marril. "Gentlemen...to the gate then.

The group heads off across the town. Sounds of fighting grow closer as you near the gated bridge over the river. You see a flash of flame in the air over the bridge followed by a draconic roar.

[Atanos]

Okay, who is the asshole that failed to mention the dragon?

[Melblen_Cairn]

The broken gate comes into sight and as your group rounds the tower to view the bridge, you all know you can relax a bit. You see torch lights receding into the night. Corpses of goblinoids and a few guards litter the bridge. Standing amongst the dead, fresh from battle, is a group of five. The source of the dragon roar is clear, a dragonborn, wearing the trappings of a magic user, bleeds from an arrow wound on her shoulder. A teifling in chainmail, works on removing it. While a half-orc and two humans work at dispatching the remaining wounded goblinoids.

One goblin, missing a leg, crawls away from the carnage. Only to have the half orc descend upon it and smash it's skull into the bridge decking with his cudgel. He looks up and gives you a tusky grin.

[Melblen_Cairn]

The tiefling quickly finishes his work and they get their companion up on her feet. As he passes he addresses you and the guards that arrived, "Our work is done here, your bridge is secure courtesy of Blood's Brotherhood. You might want to do something about this gate tonight.", he absent mindedly waves at the sundered portal. The rest follow confidently and the stride past. The half-orc giving a tusky grin as he passes jingling a goblin belt pouch in your faces tinkling with coin before snatching it in his gloved hand.

[Atanos]

As if a lowly goblin would ever posses anything that would interest me.  There is an Orge's remains down yonder.  If you need coin his belongs are beneath me as well; not you, but me obviously

[Melblen_Cairn]

The Tiefling turns his head a sharp toothed grin on his face, "Large boasts from one so shabbily dressed and frail looking. I think the ogre's rags would be a vast improvement to the smell that surrounds you...especially your dwarves." to which the rest of his group heartily laughs at your expense.

"Why ye, half blooded son o' a demon whor....." Bhrim begins and is nearly half a stride into charging before Granite jumps in front of him. "Sur'in he be goadin us into a fight." the more level headed dwarf says.

"Aye, I have heard of them." Marril says to the group in lower tones, "It's been said that Blood's Brotherhood were the ones that slayed Slissathilar, the black dragon that lived in the Marsh of Chelimber."

[Atanos]

I'm sure they paid a bard handsomely to exaggerate the merits of their deeds

[Melblen_Cairn]

"Maybe, but they were formidable enough here by the look of things." Marril comments on the number of goblin corpses and scorch marks all over the bridge.

Bhrim grumbles under his breath in heavy dwarven slurs and insults.

"A pox on their whole group, Atanos is right. Made up Bard tales that is." says Suq in agreement with Atanos. "Well gentlemen, where do we go from here? The town appears to be out of most of the danger with the goblins retreating, where else can we lend a hand? I know of atleast one woman in this town who could use my personal attention." referring to the well endowed blacksmith he met earlier in the evening.

[Atanos]

Good idea Suq try to pry some information from her about what just happened.  Maybe the rest of us can gather more information at the neares.........Atanos just now realizing the dire straits they are inShit those bastards burnt down the tavernAtanos look for the nearest goblin to stick his scythe in, finding one not to far off runs over and buries it in the goblins back.

[Melblen_Cairn]

"We shall see, after risking my life this night. I am not as interested much in talking. Not right away at least." Suq winks.

Everyn glances away at the gruesome sight of Atanos' angry display, "Atanos, I am sure more than one exists within the walls of Loudwater, and chances are that we will find one undamaged. We should go check on the Tankard as well, maybe the damage isn't as bad. he offers

[Melblen_Cairn]

"Lads, there likely be more that be needin' our hands. Granite an meself will be goin' to see what help can give em." Bhrim says to the group and Granite nods in agreement.

[Sk4mpE]

"There must be some clue as to what happened - Where did this fight begin?  If we head back to the tankard, I would like to speak to the barkeep again - He might be able to help.  Also, there was done talk before of the town council - Merrill, whom might be the authority in these matters?"

[Melblen_Cairn]

"Well the council makes the decisions for the town. You might do well with the newest member. Eoffram Troyas. Lady Moonfire's half brother. He threw the council into chaos a day ago, when he talked about paying you types to answer the recent bandit activity

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Retconned the time frame a bit. Earlier post when we started said yesterday.

[Melblen_Cairn]

" I think we should return to the Tankard. Perhaps that halfling owner, Marsh, has found out more about what happened" Everyn adds.

Suq has that gleam in his eye, you have seen it in the past when he is about to bed a woman. Well then, I think you have your path before you for the night. Mine lays in the direction of Miss Nistral's residence though."

Bhrim, ye be followin me or what?" Granite begins to move away from the group. "Been a pleasure spillin goblin blood with ye. Look forward to seein ye agin soon." and Bhrim adds,"an yer buyin HAHAHAhahaha!"

[Sk4mpE]

Seeing the others depart, Söffå turns towards Everyn and Atanos, "Alright, we start at the tankard."

Söffå speaks once more to Merrill: "Can you tell me where we might find Lady Moonfire or Eoffram Troyas, given the state of the town?  We will want to speak with them, surely before the night is over."