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Mar 22, 2024 7:26 am
This is not just a package or a late package, it is a recovered package and we did the recovering. I think we should take it directly to the duke. And I would de delighted to escort you to your friend Findal. Having destinations is a good way to see a city

Elowin looks up at the towers and marvels at the citys grand splendor.
Mar 22, 2024 7:54 am
Morik nodded his agreement with Elowin. "We’re definitely hand-delivering that box. Nearly lost Bram in the fight that led to that box, wouldn’t trust anyone to just hand it in. As for escorting you, that sounds like a wonderful plan. I’ve naught else to do, and this will keep me occupied. Plus I enjoyed my time with you lot, and hopefully the rest of you are up for it too!"
Mar 22, 2024 12:50 pm
"I'd like to trust the guards, but I'm unwilling to risk the box not being delivered in light of everything we went through," Adran chimes in, agreeing with the others. "But yes, escorting you is certainly agreeable."
Mar 22, 2024 2:05 pm
Dugal
Late that night, the caravan rolls into the outskirts of the town of Crosswell, a jolly farming community with a few larger stone buildings and lots of comfortable wood and adobe homes. The watch, solid men and women armed with clubs, smile and greet Dugal warmly. After a few pleasantries, Dugal wastes no more time and guides the caravan into the town green, which he explains is the site of Crosswell's weekly market. Dugal sighs and informs the merchants: "Market's not for a three more days, but I'll ask around to see what food supplies I can get." Jalon huffs, but Dugal ignores the portly dragonborn cook. "Probably won't be able to rouse anybody this late, though I'll try. Might have better luck in the morning." To the PCs, he adds: "Crosswell's pretty peaceful, so I don't expect any trouble. But I wouldn't stray too far. Not because anyone's going to try to steal anything, but sometimes the locals can get...curious. Kids can try to pry into a wagon just to get a look at someone new to them." As Gavath limps around, helping the drivers to unhitch the horses for rub-downs and grazing, the dwarven caravan master leaves to see which contacts he can rouse in the middle of the night.

Swelvie

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Mar 22, 2024 2:13 pm
Swelvie
Swelvie hops down from her wagon and heads immediately to a nearby building from which voices are raised in conversation and bits of song: an inn or a tavern. But she hasn't gone to drink (though she is carrying a pair of bottles when she returns); when she reappears a few minutes later, it's with several other people, whom she leads to her wagon and begins some cut-throat haggling with an easy-going, charming manner, selling various spices and small goods to interested townfolk. She also makes a trade with another merchant, exchanging some small caskets for much larger canvas sacks. "I'll take these off of you only because you're such a good friend!" she groans, holding an aggrieved expression, and then both of them laugh out loud at the obvious lie.

Turighe

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Mar 22, 2024 2:22 pm
Turighe
Some of the merchants who follow Swelvie out to the caravan have apprentices, and several of these drift away to stare admiringly at Turighe, who seems unaware of the effect he has on women and men. But he's happy to find such a crowd as it occurs to him to entertain the idea of selling some of his fabrics. "Good evening, ladies! While your masters and mistresses are looking for good deals on spices, might I interest you in some material? You, young woman, this silk matches the color of your eyes. Such big eyes! Just think what a beautiful dress it would make! Or, as I see now, you are a smith's apprentice. You might make, uh, an apron, then? Not only is it a beautiful color, but it is resistant to sparks!" The town youths must think he's very handsome, as they don't seem to mind his awkward salesmanship. They are even polite enough to act interested when he tries to sell them his wolf furs.

Turnip

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Mar 22, 2024 2:26 pm
Turnip
The noble dwarf kar'Javon has vanished, disappearing into the night. Turnip explains that "The kar told me that he had an old friend to meet and not to worry, as he'd likely be out most of the night." The halfling shrugs. "I'm paid to mind the wagon, not to care what mischief merchants get up to." He settles down more comfortably on the buckboard and lights a pipe, chuckling at the crowd around Turighe. "They sure do want to take him for a roll in a hay, don't they?"

Findal

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Mar 22, 2024 2:51 pm
Findal
Neither Tesko ("Harland's agents are known to be in Crosswell!") and Belany ("Nobody in this village could afford my wares!") make any attempt to interact with the locals, instead just locking up their wagons and going to sleep. But once everyone else is settled, Swelvie and Turighe are deep in conversations with the locals, Princess taking requests for love ballads from the locals, and Gunter and Flint go off in search of a tavern together, Findal motions Adran, Bramlin, Elowin, and Morik over to his wagon.

"I wanted to thank you for agreeing to be my escorts when we reach Grayhaven, but I also wanted to reward that trust with details of my situation. I'm traveling to meet an old friend of mine, a sage named Tykus. We often meet to discuss different lore that we've found - we both have a particular interest in history. Some time ago, Tykus found a fragment of an ancient document. We find these sorts of things all the time: ancient tablets or parchments that are fascinating to research, to discover their provenance, and attempt to derive meaning and context. But weeks ago, I received a message from Tykus that this particular document was effectively part of a map."

Here the gnome lowers his squeaky voice even further: "Map is maybe the wrong word; he said it's a sort of description of the location of some long-lost relic, a magical artifact of tremendous, possibly world-altering power. He didn't provide any further specific information. I signed up immediately to join the first caravan leaving for Grayhaven. This caravan. So I can get to Grayhaven to consult with Tykus about this find. Normally, we discuss items that are merely of academic interest. But if he's right - and past experience shows that he is rarely ever wrong - finding a powerful magical object could interest many powerful, dangerous parties. That's why I'm hiring you all. We should keep it quiet and not let on that we are uncovering the location of something so valuable to anyone who might be interested in using such a thing. Such as the Duke."
Mar 22, 2024 8:06 pm
Elowin touches her reliquary. The holy item that the old temple in the forest was built around.
Some items easily find their way into the wrong hands. It's a holy mission to prevent that - or at least mitigate the damages
Mar 23, 2024 3:29 am
Morik’s eyes glinted at the mention of a long lost magical artifact. He was glad to have taken up this journey.

Findal

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Mar 23, 2024 8:25 am
Findal
Final nods at Elowin's remark. "Yes, the Duke is exactly the sort of person who might want to find a magical artifact...but for the wrong reasons: further power or wealth. He already has a lot of both."

The gnome sage sighs. "I don't mean to belittle the Duke; he's been a good regent as far as I have heard, and Grayhaven is no worse for wear since he became Duke." He strokes his beard contemplatively, and nods. "And your plan to get in his good graces by returning the courier's package to him is a good ploy. He could be grateful, and, if so, that gratitude could be parlayed into future work, or possibly even official duties. Having the favor of powerful humans can be good, and the Duke is second only to Queen Sophia in prestige, power, and influence. Some might say he's even more powerful." Findal pats at his robes as if checking multiple pockets for something that isn't there, then he catches himself doing it, and sighs. "Powerful allies are good, but I advise you again to not reveal to any one as powerful as the Duke that we are consulting with Tykus about the possible location of an artifact. In my experience, powerful people like to insert themselves into such investigations, and that causes no end of complications. Rich people are even worse. I can only imagine how the Duke, who is both rich and powerful, might react."
Mar 23, 2024 9:44 am
Do you want to come along to the Duke? If we are going the same way, I wouldn't mind.
Elowin looks to her companions to see if they would object.

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Mar 23, 2024 8:17 pm
Morik shrugs. He has no head for politics and schemes, and is fine with it.

Findal

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Mar 24, 2024 4:32 am
Findal
Findal considers Elowin's question, then nods. "I would be happy to accompany you to deliver the box to the Duke, but my first priority is to meet with Tykus. I've known Tykus for decades, and I trust his judgment in deciding to not provide more details in his letter: he must have felt it was not safe to discuss the artifact in letters that could be intercepted. The Duke? Draymore I do not know, beyond what I have heard." The gnome looks at the group's innocent or indifferent expressions. "What do you know or have heard about the Duke? I know that the title of Duke of Greyhaven is determined by a council of the most rich and powerful families of the city, all of them maneuvering for influence and access to the King. I know that despite that, the Draymore family has maintained its hold on the title for so long it feels like it is inherited. Because Grayhaven is the seat of government and the most populous city of the Greenwold, its Duke is the most powerful of all of the nobility. And that was before the King and Queen died and Sophia ascended to the throne. Some say that Draymore rules the Greenwold in all but name, now."
Mar 24, 2024 6:44 am
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Findal

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Mar 24, 2024 3:24 pm
Findal
One last thing that Findal mentions that night: "Of course I want to meet up with Tykus to respond to his note about the possible location of an artifact. But he's also an expert in many fields of study that have little overlap with mine. So if you have questions of your own, he may be able to find answers, or at least point you in the direction to find answers." The gnome sage looks pointedly at Bramlin, having seen his habit of pulling out his mysterious silver icon.
Mar 24, 2024 3:40 pm
It was perhaps as though Findal’s foresight greatly eclipses his stature once again, as our fightery fellow is already unconsciously rubbing calloused fingers against the silvery trinket.
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A sliver of silver shimmering against the torchlight. Placing the raven icon back into his pocket, the Braveless one smiles.

You could not have read my intent better, my small friend. I do look forward to this Tykus fellow!
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Mar 24, 2024 3:52 pm
The rest of that night passes uneventfully. kar'Javon reappears shortly before dawn and helps Gavath ready the horses as Dugal negotiates with more food vendors. Swelvie rearranges the new wares in her wagon for the third time, and Turighe blushes when Princess asks him about whether he enjoyed all the attention last night. Soon enough, the caravan sets out again.

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The road here in the Granges is well-maintained, with gravel to help slow erosion and prevent the wheel ruts that would otherwise develop with so much wagon traffic. Because (the above picture notwithstanding) there is a lot of traffic on the roads here: wagons traveling between hamlets and farms deliver goods and passengers; donkeys bear slow riders; farmers and tinkers pull handcarts. It's a flourishing region with contented people of many races living and working together. Some of them recognize Dugal and wave

Travel is swift and without incident. The caravan stops at a waystation affiliated with an adjacent inn, the Bowben. Some of the merchants go in to the Bowben for news and also for some company with people that they haven't spent every waking moment of the last two weeks with; there are some people from Grayhaven at the Inn. Apparently the Bowben is a popular destination for ranking guild members and lesser nobility...which is why no one in the caravan is staying at the Inn, as it's too expensive for most (except, perhaps, for Belany).

The presence of so many people has you guards on high alert; you've kept the caravan safe so far, and all these people milling about represent possible thieves...as Tesko is quick to point out, repeatedly. But aside from Turighe losing a pouch of his money gambling with slumming aristocrats, there is no loss, and no one makes an attempt to steal Tesko's secrets or anything else. The 19th day on the road ends peacefully.

The final day of the caravan's journey proceeds in much the same manner. But everyone's spirits are high, as the end of the journey is in sight. Even the horses seem to know that rest and respite are near, as they pick up the pace of their own accord. As the caravan tops the last rise and the view of the sea opens up before you, with the vast walls of the Jewel of the West, the great City of Grayhaven, looming between you and the harbor, we complete the first module, "Caravan of Peril."

Congratulations! Each character should advance to level 2 now. Use the character generation thread to share any decisions and to declare whether you will roll or take the default HP for this level. The next part of the campaign, "Streets Unseen," will start as the caravan arrives at the gates of Grayhaven, posted in a new thread once everyone is ready. Each character will start as if they've just had a long rest, recovered all their hit dice and other expended abilities, and have memorized/prepared the new ones granted at level 2.

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