Session I: Flight from Grayven Report
General Summary
The Board Goat Inn sits atop a hill surrounded by open fields and a dense treeline. The signpost has a worn image of a goat in a stockade with faded red paint. To a standard trader, it would have a rustic and avoidable air, but to a mercenary it looks like a chance to get out of the rain. It starts with a dark night, when drink was necessary to lift the spirits.
The party of three entered one by one. Having made a less than lucrative gain in their first mission, they sat and ordered sparse, weak drinks to keep coin and hope that chance would find their fancy. A group of four green hooded figures skulked in afterwards and sat in the darkest corner they could find. After the barkeep eyed the group and provided water to the cleric, he dropped to the ground after the sound of breaking glass.
The first one to react was a poorly uniformed soldier who hastily checked the man's pulse followed his coin purse and noticed that others in the room were dropping down as if asleep. Upon further investigation, the cleric took a moment to pull the arrow while Winte-I-Comin and the sellsword were enjoying this impromptu open bar. The arrow was carved as if made by goblin hands, but the tip was elven made. The soldier took to the floor after being clipped by an arrow and looted a few more coins while the other two at the kegs stopped a moment to roll a table across the window. After weighing their options, they decided to sneak out the front door using bodies as sheilds. Being seen almost instantly, three people clad in dark robes and bright, silvery armor walked up and asked for a parley. The group nervously agreed and went back inside with this elvish speaking human.
Moving about the room quickly, the dark robed man jabbed a fork into the last living member of the green hoods and took from his person an intricately designed scroll case. Offering to allow the group to walk away from this struggle quietly with mention of gold, the sellsword asked if the man would part with his plate. The man, without much thought, gave the armor willing. He left 200g on the table and walked out the front door.
Not long after finding a hidden door in a barrel, the soldier noticed fire licking at the door frame and drifting down from the roof. Winte-I-Comin peered out and saw that the attackers were lined up, raining fire down upon the inn. They jumped into the door and found gnome workers going about their business and making stew. When told that the barkeep had died, they promptly dropped the niceties and stormed off further into the basement. Following their trail, they broke casks of ale and took some for themselves. They wandered through a ritual room and took some standard dark god pamphlets for their troubles. The continued through a hole in the wall and found themselves in an old sewer system.
Quietly moving through, they snuck past something sifting about in the water thanks to Winte-I-Comin and finally made it to a central room with light and crates. The gnomes, now wearing travelers cloaks and being slightly armed, had been selling contraband much to the soldier's surprise as he pried open a crate. Jumping out of hiding, they called the gnomes bluff of cutting the rope to freedom and made their own way out. Just before they made it topside, the soldier had dropped on of the crossbows and mourned its loss. Unfazed, the sell sword and cleric slammed the manhole closed behind them and went about their way. The party walked away from the distant explosions and smoke through morning, eventually reaching the shore of a large body of water before seeing a town to the North they might might venture to next...
Rewards Granted
- Skins of Ale.
- Scant sum of 5 silver.
- Better sum of 2 gold.
- Lockbox and keys.
- 200g (50g each).
- A bottle of clear wine and red wine. Finely netted. Strong smell.
- 5 Bottles of Lamoran Ale. Served at weddings.
- Two additional kegs of Lamoran Ale. Strapped to back.
Missions/Quests Completed
Have a drink.
Escape.
Character(s) interacted with
Filbrick the Gnome - He wasn't good... at anything really. Human Soldier - A human wearing elven plate he was happy to part with. Strange fellow. Wanted a scroll... and all of you dead apparently.