4. The Friendly Arm Inn

Oct 13, 2023 1:54 am
The sun's just beginning to peek up above the horizon when the party arrives at the Friendly Arm Inn. The structure stands tall and steadfast, a bastion against the surrounding frontier. Even this early in the morning the walls' portcullis has been raised, and people are already beginning to bustle in the courtyard within. The place is practically a small town unto itself.

The group's reminded of several things they intend to do in this place:

- rendezvous with Khalid and Jaheira, inform them about the goings-on in Nashkel and the mine
- enlist the help of the handful of Flaming Fist soldiers here against the bandit camp
- ask Bentley Mirrorshade to scry on Aldous
- collect a reward from the spider house lady
Oct 13, 2023 4:56 am
Ida is exhausted from the amount of walking that the party has already done since leaving the temple of Lythander. She forgot how physical adventuring was and was surprised with how soft she had become in such a short few decades. Determined not to show any trace of weakness Ida looks around for a grouping of Flaming Fist soldiers to speak with about the potential of clearing out the bandit camp, and what they may know of Ajantis.
Oct 13, 2023 4:00 pm
"I'm...going to find Bently," Stella says with tired eyes, taking Aldous' staff out of her pack. She had magically mended it back into one piece, but there were a few shards missing from lost splinters; they hadn't had time to search for and collect every sliver.

She pauses and looks around at the others for a moment, in case anyone offers to go with her, but she doesn't wait long.
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Oct 13, 2023 4:21 pm
Aiwë falls in immediately. "I'll come with you, he'll hopefully know where Jahiera is too." She looks to Dieter.

"Can you go talk to the Fist? Maybe take Sheemish with you for safety?"
Oct 13, 2023 5:27 pm
"Sure, I can go talk to the Fists." Dieter says like it’s a great idea.

I need to start carrying a waiver around

Dieter waves sheemish over and heads to the group of Fists.

"Gentlemen, how has Helm been keeping you?" Dieter says addressing the group hoping he used that god they always mentioned correctly.
Oct 13, 2023 8:25 pm
Ida overhearing Aiwë and Dieter appears behind the young human as he calls over the fists.
Oct 17, 2023 6:33 pm
Ida and Dieter find, as per their last visit, a couple Flaming Fist mercenaries at the door to the keep's common room. The men are about to ask for the party's weapons (and, as a recent precaution, to tie a couple of their spellcasters' fingers together to discourage magic), but recognize the uniquely-dressed fighter.

"It's them!" one of the guards exclaims. "We've been expecting you. Come this way, if you please..." They politely shepherd Dieter and Ida inside the keep and into a side room, which seems to be the Fists' makeshift office.

A tall mercenary with a badge of authority immediately stands from where he'd been sitting behind a desk and salutes crisply. "We hear you're going to take on the bandits. We are at your disposal, sir."
Oct 17, 2023 6:40 pm
Stella and Aiwe easily find Bentley leaning on a counter (though the gnome has to stand on a stool to reach it) and surveying the common room. His brown eyes light up on seeing the pair, and he happily waves them over. "Greetings, friends! How have your travels been? I trust you haven't met any more assassins on the road..." He trails off as he takes in Stella's drained expression. "Oh dear. Please, have a seat, Miss Stella, and I'll see to it you've got a warm meal in no time."

Indeed, the gnome snaps his fingers and two steaming plate of bacon and mashed potatoes float from the kitchen straight to Stella and Aiwe, no doubt carried by an invisible servitor of some sort.

"No rush at all," Bentley murmurs. "When you're ready, tell me how I can help."
Oct 17, 2023 6:42 pm
"As are we to you, these bandits have evaded the law for too long. how many men do you have stationed here?" Dieter asks returning the salute.
Oct 17, 2023 6:53 pm
"Here at the Inn we've a half-dozen good soldiers." He can't hide the wince at his own report. "I'm afraid the Flaming Fist been more of a token presence here as of late; the Inn can care for itself well enough." The soldier squares his soldiers. "But we're fighting men and women, loyal to a fault, and itching for action. Point us where you want us, and we'll be there ready to end these cursed bandits."
Oct 17, 2023 7:44 pm
"Fighting men and women, what greater love is there than to fight and die for your people. Put your forces on high alert and ready for travel, I expect we move on their encampment shortly.
Oct 17, 2023 8:00 pm
Aiwë tilts her head at the food, encouraging Stella to eat.

"Unfortunately we are in a rush, Master Mirrorshade. Aldous Silvershield, son of Duke Silvershield, has been kidnapped. We were hoping you could help us find him, as you helped us with our friend once." Aiwë hands him the boy's cane. "This is his, left behind by his captors. Also, do you know if Jahiera and Khalid are still here?"
Oct 17, 2023 9:45 pm
The officer nods curtly. "The Flame's a-burning." He gestures to one of the soldiers who ushered Dieter and Ida inside. "Tell the rest to be ready within the hour!"
Oct 17, 2023 10:07 pm
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"I trust you haven't met any more assassins on the road..."
Stella purses her lips and slowly tilts her head back and forth. "None, on the road, I suppose..."

At the offer of a meal, Stella gives Bently a weak smile and fishes out some coin to pay for a meal for her and the rest of her companions when they're ready. She stares dully at the food for a moment, wondering if she should explain the situation first, then eats after Aiwë's encouragement. The food was no substitute for sleep, but it tasted a comet's tail better than the trail rations of dry biscuits and jerky.
Oct 17, 2023 10:08 pm
Bentley's eyes widen at news of the kidnapping. "This... this is most serious!" He rubs his hands on a cloth hanging from the counter and accepts the cane, then clears his throat a few times. He holds up a familiar glass marble and utters a divination spell, pupils disappearing from his eyes as he peers into the Weave.

"I see a young man, red-haired. The Silvershield boy... yes, he looks just like his father did at that age..." The little wizard continues his scrying. "He's inside somewhere, quite dim but for some apparent candlelight. He seems unhurt, aside from... By Garl's Own Cloak! When did he lose his leg? Hmm... He seems to be talking to someone, but it's difficult to make out. I-" The gnome shifts in surprise on his stool. "I think the boy can hear me! Aldous? Aldous Silvershield! Al-aaack!"

Bentley comes back to himself with a start, one hand going to his forehead as if in pain. He waves away any help. "Someone's just put a clever little countercharm on young Aldous. Bah! I should have been ready for such a trick." He absently picks at a few splinters from the wood of the cane before handing it back. "Further scrying will be impossible, I'm afraid. I wish I could have discovered more."
Oct 17, 2023 10:25 pm
Stella lowers a spoonful of mashed potatoes from her mouth as Bently begins the spell. Bently knew Lord Silvershield personally? She was tempted to ask but didn't want to interrupt.

"Thank you for trying. Did you...see any floor, walls, or surfaces? Tent, building, cave? If they're using a candle...I wouldn't think a tent..." Her words come slowly as her mind struggles to process the situation. She quiets her voice. "Do you or...Gellana know of any sanctuaries of Shar nearby? We almost saved him...but a drow priestess of Shar swept him and his bodyguard—well, bodyguard-turned-captor—away with a Word of Recall."
Oct 17, 2023 10:33 pm
Bentley takes a moment to tap his shaved chin. "Shar, you say?" Some of the nearer patrons, who had drawn close to see what Bentley's commotion was about, shudder at the name of the dark goddess and turn back to their own business. "Well, as a matter of fact, I do!" Unconcerned by the nearby patrons, Bentley begins to stroke his mustache. "Yes, there used to be a small town up north a little ways, just beyond the Wood of Sharp Teeth. Probably not on any maps these days... But anywho! Seems there was some Sharran cult business sprung up in the area a time ago. Twouldn't surprise me to find a shrine or temple of some sort was built there, though it would almost certainly be abandoned today."

Rolls

Bentley History check - (1d20+7)

(13) + 7 = 20

Oct 18, 2023 1:00 am
Stella grimaces as Bently exclaims Shar's name. She looks around uncomfortably, her worry about spies rising. Was there anyone else watching with too much interest? Or maybe pretending not to watch?

She turns back to Bently and nods with his explanation. It was a lead! She wasn't sure how hopeful to be yet, but it was a lead! How far was that from the bandit camp?, she wondered, pulling open her tome with her map. "Where would you place it on this map?" She points to the inn and runs her finger along the road towards the Woods of Sharp Teeth. "Also, where are Jahiera and Khalid? As Aiwë said, we need to speak with them."
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Rolls

Insight (Anyone secretly watching/listening in?) - (1d20+7)

(17) + 7 = 24

Oct 18, 2023 4:19 pm
Bentley prestidigitates a blue line onto the map that splits off from the road north out of the Friendly Arm Inn and runs east between the Chionthar River and the Wood of Sharp Teeth. "There used to be an old road hereabouts that ran all the way to Elturel. And about here..." He marks an area on the south side of his drawn road with a circle. [b"...was the village where that Sharran cult sprouted up. Nasty business, that. It's better that most folks don't remember much about it."[/b]

All told, the marked village is on the northern edge of Peldvale, where the bandit camp is supposed to be hidden.

Stella keeps an eye out for any would-be eavesdroppers, but everyone seems to be minding their own business. Except for a pair of new arrivals, who head straight toward Stella and Aiwe...
Oct 18, 2023 4:26 pm
"There you are!" Khalid's smile is wide and genuine as he and Jaheira approach. The two half-elves' boots and cloaks are heavily caked with mud and dust, indicating that they've been out journeying themselves. "We meant to meet you in Nashkel, but were..." He trades an apprehensive look with his wife. "...delayed. With all the rumors flowing from that place, we're glad to have chanced upon you."

Khalid pulls out a chair at Stella's table for Jaheira to settle on, then seats himself and politely orders some breakfast for the two of them.
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