Adventure 1 - Delving into Godsskull

I speak to the goblin again.

A sly smile spreads across Rano's face, "derr head is now a rock, so mes dun tink dat they gun talk back." Turning to the others in the cave, Ranos asks, "what does these ones know of Creak, dah bird person? Does dey work for gobbos?"

"Damn it all!" Jahred exclaimed as more rubble came down from the ceiling. The goblin was dead, which probably saved them the trouble of doing the deed themselves, but had they gotten enough information out of it? He surveyed the damage, particularly to the entrance of the cave they were in before bringing his attention back to the woman he had not realized had approached. "I think the goblin was referring to a Blood Tome, I'm guessing one tied to Tarados based on what Creak said, does that mean anything to you?" He asked. All they wanted was shelter from the storm, and this felt like a textbook application of the saying out of the frying pan and into the fire.

She looks on the work being done, This is going to take a while.

Jahred nodded in agreement with the knight. "I think you're right, during the commotion with the goblins I overheard Creak muttering something along the lines of "Rantar and Goliath, ones to take the blame." Then he went on about his mistress." The young man was lost in thought for a brief moment before he added. "I'm not terribly familiar in matters of the arcane, but as I understand it there's no known way to fool a Blood Tome, so if this book is important, my guess is they wish to find out who among the Tarados family yet lives... unless there are other uses for such an item?" This last part was said more as an inquiry, with his gaze directed towards Ranos.

"It is soundings to me as if der book is with dis 'Ganzath Korth' person or his 'Tazarzak Korth' person and der Korth person has der 'eyemulet'. Ranos starts to rock from side to side in something akin to a dance, "mayhaps we helps find this Blood Tome".

From the crowd you hear I will go.

Approaching the group you see a slightly built elf, lithe and slim, standing before you just over five feet tall. His honey blonde hair is neatly combed and tied back with a silver clasp to reveal a handsome coppery brown face featuring high cheekbones, large almond shaped eyes the with irises the color of a green leaf turning golden at the start of autumn. Long pointed ears, indicative of his wood elf race, poke out from his hair. His full lips part, in a wide grin displaying flash of brilliant white teeth.

Clad in brown studded leather armor with embossed designs depicting whorls and abstract forms of animals interlocked around branches of the mythic World Tree, and armed with a fine slim blade bearing an elaborate hilt with a gilded basket wrought like the antlers of a hart, and carrying a small heater shield emblazoned with the device of deer horns in gold on a field of green, the warrior is marked as a sylvan knight. As is typical for most wood elves, the knight-errant also bears a longbow worn across his back and a quiver of long shafted arrows tipped with broad points in a tooled leather quiver. Opposite his rapier, hangs a long curved dagger with a handle of carved antler.

A silver chain with a starburst pendant hangs from his neck, and on his right index finger is a golden ring also carrying the same device as his shield.

Under his armor, the elvish knight wears a dark green finely wrought silken tunic with embroidered leaves in golden thread, and lighter green woolen hose. His feet are shod in low soft doeskin boots also dyed a dark green. On his back is a pack laden with supplies for a long journey. Over all of this the elf wears a thin grey hooded cloak as protection from the elements.

With a polite bow, he regards you and introduces himself I am Meneloss.

My people are always down for hunting the goblins. I whinny lightly and draw my swords.

Leaning down, Ranos once again removes this sachet of curios and, closing his eyes, tosses them into the dirt. Opening his eyes, he examines them closely, his mouth moving but no sounds leave his lips. After a couple of seconds the mischievous smile appears on the rantar's face again, "eggcellents! Errr, excellent!" He turns toward the tunnels, stuffing this knick-knacks back into their pouch, "we alls should gets moving".

Faerlin says There may be some wealth to gain. She is no stranger to work and helps clearing the way.

"Goblins are crafty little bastards, I'll help as best I can." Jahred says as he goes to check his things. "Shall we depart now?"

Meneloss replies Yes, let’s depart immediately as he sets forth with his new companions. He has his shield slung, and an arrow knocked in his long bow as the elf looks about for signs of danger.