The Foresters Adventure League

Brief DM Summary : After a short rest, Arianwen sent Pili Pala to collect Ashildr & ask her to move the ox cart as close as possible so that the stolen Lionshield Coster supplies could be loaded on board. While the druid kept herself busy loading the cart, everyone else explored the last bit of Cragmaw Hideout. They soon discovered the goblin's kitchen (if it could be called that). While they didn't manage to surprise the goblins inside, Sherick's blinding radiance took all but one out in one brilliant glow.  Yeemik, the last remaining goblin, attempted to bargain with Sildar's life, for the Lords Alliance member was there and just barely clinging to consciousness. Cowed by both the light and Triactis, as well as the dragonborn looming over him, he spills everything he knows and even translates the note that Jig had found: King Grol, the goblin king, had sent instructions to Klarg for the clan to be on the lookout for Gundren Rockseeker the dwarf. Once found, they w

Ashildr climbed into the ox cart and settled down to wait for the others to return. The battle with the goblins had been short but bloody -- or, more properly, very goblin bits-y. But now the sun was shining and the day looked clear and bright. It wasn't long before she fell asleep.  As she slept, she dreamed... She was seated in front of a familiar fireplace. Home. The smell of roasting meat permeated the room and she heard the sizzling of fat as it dripped off the spit and onto the coals below. And next to her -- Mam, her wild hair half-tamed and her tusks gleaming in the firelight. "Ashildr," said her mother in the dream, "you are almost ready. I can sense the power in you. You make me proud, my child. Soon, soon you can claim your birthright." Ashildr reached out a hand to her mother, but wispy smoke swirled into her eyes and she blinked back tears. She awoke, the smell of smoke still in her nose, her mind on the leather pouch that she always carried with he

DM Summary : The rest of Gundren's supplies had arrived and been loaded onto the wagon. Yulia, feeling unsure of herself and having found a menter in the Archmage Unwin, decides to stay on at the Wyrmspine to see if she can learn more from the master before venturing out into the wilds of the Swordcoast. Before everyone else leaves to travel on to Phandalin, Unwin pulls Ossian aside: "You're a Firebrand, aren't you? I met one of your kin once, many years ago. I've heard rumours that the family sword was misplaced. If that's true, I advise you to seek out the druid near Phandalin. He might have some good news for you." With Triactis driving the wagon, since he had been to Phandalin before (the Stonehill Inn was one of his regular stops), they left. The trip was uneventful along the High Road, but after they had turned off onto the Triboar Trail and come around a bend, they spotted two dead horses in the road, riddled with arrows. The saddlebags had been loo