Chapter 1 - Red Larch

Balak runs up to the half-ogre and spits on its corpse. He then searches the corpse.

Moving things along...

Searching around the area of only briefly for the goblin, you retrieve any thrown javelins and find their camp nearby. There are simple bedrolls and a few trashy items, like a cookpot and assorted pieces of broken armor that have been half stitched into something the goblin might wear. You do find a small stash of coins (31sp total).

The to back to town is uneventful, though you are no doubt hungry by the time you return to the Swinging Sword inn. Kaylessa smiles warmly as you return and suggests baths and food. Her sons beginning filling a tub for you to take turns in. She places platters of steaming roast pork and apply jelly, with thick trenches of bread and bowls of stewed mixed vegetables at your table. She plops down a pitcher of ale and another of pale Waterdhavian wine, with goblets for you all.

"Tell me about your day! Oh, and can I get you anything else? Balak you look wretched, are you ill?"

Our day? Oh, it was fantastic! Have you ever fought ghosts and goblins and ogres?

I'm feeling a little worse for wear, I'm afraid.

This meal is lifting my spirits, though. I'm going to bed after this. What will a room cost me?

Balak finishes his meal.

Kay, here's your money. He hands her 2 GP and says, keep the balance. I'm goin' ta bed!

His hammer in its sling-sheath thing on his back, the large battleaxe slung to Balak's shoulder, he heads into his room. He stashes his items in the room in a safe place, pulls out his book of sketches, then retrieves a quill and ink from one of the dresser drawers.

He sketches what his new hammer should look like, finding influence from his years of observation and study. He then lies on his bed, back against the mattress, book extended by his arms high above his face, until he falls asleep, his arms and book cascading to his chest.

I give a gold as well and then retreat to my room to read the spellbook some more.

Felicia pays out gold for the room, asking for a wake up visit just before sun-up. She then spends the next few hours staring at the ceiling, thinking on her new compatriots before slipping off for a night's rest.

During the evening, Kaylessa let's you know that the Constable had indicated that he has another top for you if you want to seek him out the next morning at the butchery.

If Dazzle is up for a performance, he could make a roll.

Save for that, lets move on to the next morning.

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Balak wakes refreshed and full of his usual vigour. The ghost's necrotic touch has completely with off with the rest, and his hit point maximum is restored to normal.

After a breakfast of honey cakes, porridge, and minced fruit, (meals are covered by the 1gp room charge) you make your way to Jalessa Ornra , Butcher. There, Constable Harburk gets you and thanks you for coming.

"Bandits are making sport of the south road. A bit further than I like to travel in these times, but if you clear them out, I'll clear it with the council that you can keep any of their ill-gotten gains. What say you?"

"Sounds like good honest work. What do you think Xella? I’m in if you are.

Brother Sorgrimm, you’ll have me hammer in this endeavor...or maybe me new battleaxe!

You see a new leather strap with the large battleaxe from the half-ogre that he recently slew. You can all tell Balak is feeling like his old self again, and he is like a kid with a new toy, as he puts his shield and his hammer in their respective holsters on his person, and he is just hefting the battleaxe around with both hands, grinning from ear to ear.

Bandits? Not very exciting, but I suppose a gold is a gold.

Sounds like a good time. I'll certainly accompany you.