Saturday, January 30, 2016

Scribe Notes - Vol. 5: A Brief Stop in Phandalin

If you haven't already done so, be sure to read the previous posts in the Scribe Notes series for the complete back story!

Back in Phandalin for a bit of errands and rest. Stopped by the shrin of Lick to see if Sister Garelle could shed some light on the trinkets we picked up in Cragmaw Castle.  While she took a look, we visited Trym's aunt at her farm. A humble folk, the halflings. Trym seems a bit of an anomaly amongst her normally shy, reerved people. Small wonder she took to the adventuring life. Her "Bag of Tricks" provided the evenings entertainment.

Trym's Aunt was a most gracious host. Poor woman was most grevious to learn of her friend Reidoth's death, a druid who was slain by the dragon in Thundertree. Still, she managed to make us a marvelous potato soup. So savory.

Sister Garelle was not dissapointing. She gave us wonderful information the items we found. Ava's Axe, "Hew", is an excellent magical item, potent against plant material. The statue is most fascinating. It's a divinity focus. Casts Augury for anyone who asks it a question. Only seems to work once per person. I think we'll keep it around.

The pub was  entirely too boisterous for my tastes. But Sildar was able to expound on my knowledge of Wave Echo Cave. A magical item factory made by an alliance of human wizards, dwarven smiths, and gnomish tinkerers. Local orcs heard of the place and launched an attack. The ensuing battle killed scores on each side, and destroyed the very heart of the mine. Gundren says he knows a secret passage in. Plans to restart the forge. Trouble is, the Cragmaws and this Black Spider are most surely on their way there. Not to mention monsters and undead.

Trym's planning some ridiculous disguises. I hope they won't be necessary, but nevertheless, it is an extra asset. A battered miner wandered in. Human and ornery. Said goblins attacked his camp in the south east Sword Mountains. Trym and Ava, both deep in their pups, promised bengence for the poor lad. It seems helpfulness has become an addiction to the two. A big day tomorrow. I hope for a good night's rest. 

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