Journey's Start

ROUND THREE (continued)

Having come back into sight of the caravan, Elowin spies the hulking mass of the monster attacking Morik. Quick as she can, she pulls, nocks, draws, and looses an arrow, which drifts in the air for a few seconds before plunging down into the monster for 8 piercing damage and eliciting a series of angry clicking noises loud enough for her to hear even from there!

ROUND FOUR

Bramlin draws and flings his fourth javelin, which plunges into the beast's side for 9 piercing damage! The owlbear grunts in pain.
Morik continues to beat the monster with his shillelagh, dealing 7 bludgeoning damage! The owlbear grumbles, trying to tear its way loose.
Princess, Adran, and Gavath help lead the horses of the lead wagon in the direction Dugal is motioning, off the side of the road onto turf firm enough to support the wagon's wheels.
Gunter rushes in by Morik's side, smashing the owlbear with his warhammer for 3 bludgeoning damage! The monster emits a piercing shriek that dwindles into a grumbling burble as it subsides into unconsciousness. It slumps over with a thud and crackle of foliage.

The guards have succeeded in their defense of the caravan!

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As Gavath leads the horses back onto the road, Dugal convinces Jalon that it's safe to get back in the wagon. The dragonborn looks at the defeated creature sadly. "It's a shame to waste all zat good food..."
"We don't have time to butcher that great thing!" Dugal snaps.
"I knew you were going to say zat..." Jalon replies, shaking his long snout. "You zink I am only concerned for ze flesh, but I'm looking out for you, too. Consider how much you could get for just ze fur alone...!"
"No, no, no!" Dugal cuts him off, taking the dragonborn by the elbow and tugging him toward the wagon. "You're not going to talk me into this, greedy guts! You and I both know it would take more than a day to butcher that creature, and we - and our customers who are already paying for the journey - can't spare the time!"
"But couldn't I just..." Jalon's voice is drowned out by Dugal's yell of "Yah! Yah!"" to get the horses moving forward again.

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Both Swelbie and Findal, who had each surreptitiously climbed down from their wagons to observe the party when the caravan stopped and the roaring started, applaud the party for their heroics.
"Couldn't imagine doing it better!" Swelbie calls. "Imagine fighting an owlbear and coming out unscathed! Amazing!"
The gnome sage agrees. "Impressive! Stupendous! I've only read about such deeds!"
With respectful bows, they each honor the heroes, and then climb aboard their wagons as they roll past.

Tesko, having emerged from his seclusion at last, sits on the buckboard of the last wagon next to Smoke.
"Well done!" He, too, congratulates the party...you think at first. "That's how they're best prepared: well done. They've got a very strong gamey flavor, though the marbling is very good at this time of year. But you need a good smoker and dry weather to do it properly, and we have neither. It's a waste to hunt big game on a caravan like this, with a timetable and full wagons. Maybe if we run into another one toward the end of our journey, when there's more room for food in the wagons, we'll do it up right."

One arrow and one javelin were lost (broken) in the fight, but miraculously, no one and nothing else was harmed. Bramlin retrieves the three recoverable javelins and cleans them, and Dugal expresses his appreciation for his facility with wagons. "I hope we won't be needing your expertise," the caravan master tells him, "But it's good knowing that there's someone else who can help out if there are any problems."


The day proceeds with the caravan continuing toward the Nubetanya range for the rest of the second day, and again on the third day. Then on the 4th day the view of the mountains is hidden by the closer foothills and the road begins to gradually slope downward. That continues for the whole of the 5th day. Each PC regains all of their lost spell slots and/or expended abilities.

In your next post, you may describe what your character does during those three relatively uneventful days. What do you do? Who do you talk to? What are you trying to accomplish or learn?

Bramlin meditates on the possible significance of the silver raven. Findal notices his looking at the pin and says "That's beautiful. Do you know what it means? I feel like I may have seen it somewhere before..."[/b] Bramlin also looks to gamble, and finds the Swelvie is up for games of chance.Princess tells stories, samples foods, and plays music, including some attempts to accompany Elowin's worship.
Elowin worships Lunea, dancing in the moonlight, and Turighe breathes in admiration: "The world is truly a wondrous place, to contain so much beauty...!"
During rests during the day, at night, and in the mornings before the wagons start up again, Adran helps with repairs and woodworking, demonstrating a more practical usefulness that is appreciated by all.
Morik talks with everyone, but particularly Smoke and Tesko. He candies plums with honey and shares them.

"They don't have the same money as us, you know." Perhaps surprisingly, it is kar'Javon who first divulges some information about their destination as he is sampling some of Morik's plums and Adran is working on mending something for Turnip. "The people in Grayhaven, I mean. The rest of the Greenwold, too, I suppose. They've got their own coins, not the Imperials that we use. He pulls some coins out of a small purse he wears around his neck. [b]"Let me see...ah, yes, here they are. You should take a look: get familiar with them. They're probably what Dugal will be paying you on our arrival."