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...

(DM Summary) After getting rid of the rats and the giant spider and spending some time carousing (which Jig put to good use in helping the lonely Bark Shinbone sort out his love life), everyone retires to their (free!) room to get a good night’s sleep and have a long rest (except for Arianwen, who has a brief midnight wander through the city streets).  The next morning you awake to a filling (also free) breakfast… A dwarf, who has spent most of his time in the Wyrmspine sitting at a corner table with an experienced looking human fighter, approaches you. “Heya! I’m Gundren. Gundren Rockseeker. I been watchin’ yer exploits here and I think yer just the kind of folk we need, me and Sildar.” He nods towards Sildar, who nods back affirmatively. “It’s a simple enough job—just a delivery to Phandalin—but once yer there, we might have some more work for ye.” He grins broadly and rubs his hands together. “Me and me brothers…we’re workin’ on somethin’ big, ye see. Verrrry big!” “Anyway, we’l...

(DM Summary) Unable to sleep after all the carousing and celebration, Arianwen decides to clear her head by taking a wander outside in the night air. Pili Pala comes along, loathe to let her druid friend out on her own late at night on the city streets. The streets are quiet and deserted. As Arianwen walks, she hears some snoring from a house nearby but otherwise, all is very quiet. Maybe too quiet? The druid listens closely. She doesn't see anything, but she does hear a scuffle of feet against the stone pavement to the east, perhaps around the corner of the house. As Arianwen turns in that direction, the noise stills, rather like someone is trying to be quiet. Curious, the druid and Pili Pala continue in the direction of the noise. A hooded figure steps out of the shadows. "Heya," says the woman with a grin, "You're out awfully late." It's hard to make out her face under the cover of her dark cloak.  "My sprite likes late night walks," says Ar...

(Jig's Account, +75 xp) Bark Shinbone, a Half-Orc of few words but a lot of heart. Vaulting up on to a bar stool with surprising agility, Jig accepted a mug of foaming Dwarven ale from Bark who looked grimly ahead. Perhaps helping him wasn’t going to be within her purview after all.  “So, what brings you here?” she asked, when what she actually meant was “Why am I here, and just where are all the exits, because you look like you’d turn mean faster than a copper piece flips,” as she eyed the scars criss-crossing Bark’s broad arms. “You good with words, yes?" “Indubitably, it is true. I mean, yes, yes I am," Jig said, a tiny balloon of pride rising inside, then bursting into flames when she recognised that Bark seemed to have issues with words of more than two syllables.   “Bark need help."  He pointed to the yellowed parchment posted above the bar. "Someone good with word." Jig sidled in closer, and kept her voice low.  “Tell me more. Is it something dangero...

(Sherick's Account, +75xp) It was a typical day at the Wyrmspine Tavern. Unwin Inkwell welcomed all of the guests while his granddaughter Wylla took orders around the room. The bald and rather scarred Trimble was tending the bar. There is a message board above the bar with 2 notes: • Bartender Challenge: Make Me Laugh! I dare you! • Exterminator Help Wanted – Please see Bartender or Wylla Inkwell  A small half dwarf/half elf patron named Triactis notices the messages and tells Trimble a joke, the first one landed flat but he tried again and got a belly laugh this time. Triactis downs the drink and finds himself feeling fleet of foot. About the same time Wylla yells out "Who here wants to help exterminate a few wee beasties!" A few patrons gather around and Wylla continues, “We’re having a bit of a rat infestation in the storerooms. Not sure how many are in there, but if you kill them, I’ll be more than happy to pay you 100 gold for your trouble. Or, if you’re not need...

(DM Summary) Sherick , an Aasimar Cleric, had recently traveled to Neverwinter after drifting somewhat aimlessly for a time. One morning, she awoke from a vision, a breathy voice still echoing in her head:  "Your journey begins under the Wyrm's spine. Find the dwarf, but only when you are ready."  After asking around & listening for any mentions of wyrms or dragons, she met a young half-elf bard named Triactis who was on his way to a tavern he frequented just south of Neverwinter called the Wyrmspine Tavern. She's not entirely sure if this is the place she is meant to go, but she thinks it is worth a look. She and Triactis departed for Wyrmspine, but along the way they ran into a couple of Twig Blights, which they handily dispatched without much trouble. But as they traveled farther down the road, they came across a body covered in spider webs. Before they had time to check for a pulse, a Giant Spider leapt out of a nearby tree and attacked them. It was a brief b...