Lost Mine of Phandelver

Alas, Poor Orsic
Rest is granted amidst a fiery blast.

Nightal 11, 1491 DR

The Seekers had little chance to regroup before they came under assault by the Turmishan druids and the traveller who had joined them. The Turmishan’s seemed to care not for the fate of the “savages”, as the origin of the Rite of the Wicker Giant was secondary compared to the ability to potentially repair their homelands around the Sea of Fallen Stars. After defeating the druids, the Seekers discovered that the visitor, who had raved madly about the “unworthy”, bore an amulet that marked him as a member of the Cult of the Crushing Wave.

After a brief reprieve, under the advisement of Orlose Cherboga, ultimately the Seekers, joined by the half-orc emissary from the Emerald Enclave, Neega, and the Zhent Moda decided it was better to leave no hostiles behind them, before cresting the hill to investigate what remained of Scarlet Moon Hall.

The Seekers made their way to the base of the hill, and there battled with the two cultists of the Cult of the Eternal Flame, who were disguised as druids of the Circle of the Scarlet Moon. The fight proved deadly for one of the Seekers, and Orsic’s life was consumed in a series of fiery assaults. After the battle the Seekers decided to flee, though it pained Orlose greatly, to Red Larch.

Nightal 12, 1491 DR

Riding through the wee hours of the morning, the Seekers arrived in Red Larch and raced to the Allfaith’s Shrine to see what could be done for their fallen friend. There they met Imdarr Relvaunder, who said that there was little he could for Orsic, however he could pray for a spell that would allow for the halting of the decomposition of the body for a tenday. That service would require a donation of 40 gp to the Allfaith’s Shrine and time for him to have the magic bestowed upon him. With no choice, and being physically and emotionally exhausted, what remained of the Seekers and their party, took rest in the shrine until morning.

When morning came Imdarr approached the party, handing them back their 40 gold pieces and saying, “As soon as the power was granted me, I sought to administer over your friend as you asked. Yet, I cannot do as you wish. The Forgefather has already called that one home, and only body bereft of a spirit remains.” With that Imdarr placed the coins and a small chest containing what remained of Orsic’s belongings, his charred holy symbol resting heavily atop his battered adventuring gear, on the bench next to Orlose and Roche.

Rewards
687 exp each.

Treasure: 120 gp in loose coins and minor valuables.
scroll of skywrite, revivify, silence, augury
*Moda has Orsic’s guantlets of ogre power, Hew, and Lightbringer. The boots of striding and springing are i n he chest of Orsic’s belongings.

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To Scarlet Moon Hall
Least festive festival ever!

Nightal 11, 1491 DR

Having spent the night the Harvest Inn in Westbridge the Seekers, still accompanied by the Zhent Moda, discovered that all the excitement was about an unknown rite that was to be performed at Scarlet Moon Hall by a group of druids calling themselves the Circle of the Scarlet Moon. This circle, lead by a druid named Elizar Dryflagon, was going to enact the Rite of the Wicker Giant. This unknown rite was said to have the power to restore peace and balance to troubled lands, and the Dessarin Valley was certainly troubled at present.

The Seekers traveled to Scarlet Moon Hall and arrived that evening. They made their way from camp to camp, discovering that things may not be as they appear. Ultimately they discovered that the Circle of the Scarlet Moon isn’t real, and those posing to be druids and rangers are actually members of the Cult of the Eternal Flame.

The Seekers met and befriended an elven druid from the Circle of the Riven Oak. A circle in the High Forest who knew of the late Prince Hadarai. They also met druids from the Emerald Enclave who informed them that Reidoth has gone missing, and a new terror stalks the Ruins of Thundertree. Being thankful for the warning, the druids have fled back West, and said they would try and send help to the Seekers this night, as they new the Seekers were going to try and stop the cult before they enacted the ritual on the next day.

The Seekers sent warning to some Turmishan druids they had met by way of Muisti, telling them of what they had discovered, then attacked a small group of cultists. The attack alerted and incited a pair of werewolves, no longer able to control their inner beast at the fresh scent of blood, in a near by camp. The Seekers fought the werewolves and cultists, defeating them. However, they would get no respite, as just as the last of the werewolves falling, the Turmishan druids appeared at the edge of the smokey haze, led by a man shrieking, “I told you! I told you they would try and stop the ritual. We must not let them!”

Rewards:
1,175 Exp each.
Treasure: Orsic was given a scroll of lesser restoration.
Other: Increase faction standing with the Emerald Enclave by +1.

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The Healing Burn
Unplesant Memories

Rosch tossed back the last of the heavily spiced rum and looked at his empty cup with a sigh as the liquid burned into him. The “healing burn” was what his father had called it. To Rosch it sounded like something only an a drunk or an asshole would call a strong drink. Truth be told Rosch considered the man both a drunk and an asshole, but really what was to be expected of a line of nobles descended from pirates.
“House Uskevren, to bold to hide,” Rosch said under his breath as he lifted his glass a little. Rosch smiled as the Harvest Inn’s busty waitress nodded at his gesture and went about her business. Rosch had meant the gesture as a toast to his estranged family back in what was left of Simbia, but it looked like the waitress saw it as an order for another drink. An economical gesture then, his father, the drunk asshole, would have been pleased.
Rosch let out another sigh, was he any better? That was the thought that he had been rolling around in his head for most of the journey after leaving the Nettlebee’s. Afterall, here he was drinking to ease his discomfort. Did that make him a drunk? Probably not, but it could be a step on the path. Maybe his dad started that way. Killing a boy’s father and grandfather in front of him. Did that make him an asshole? Absolutely. Was it the right thing to do given the situation? Probably.
Rosch picked up the glass the waitress had set in front of him as he reviewed the past few days events. Was what he and the seekers did at the Nettlebee’s right? Probably.
“Well, to dear old dad then, may he have a good laugh at me for this,” Rosch said with a sad smile, “he always said I would get it eventually.”
His father was often right, but he was still an asshole.

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A New Journey Begins
On to the Dessarin Valley!

Nightal 6, 1491 DR

Two weeks after the Seekers had emerged triumphantly from Wave Echo Cave they were asked to attend an audience with Halia Thornton. During their audience with Halia, the Seekers discovered that their deceased friend, Hadarai owed her quite a lot of money, and she could potentially bring shame to their fallen comrade’s family if certain details came to light. Halia assured the Seekers these details would not come to light so long as the Seekers ran an errand for her in which they would need to travel to the Nettlebee’s Ranch and investigate the rumors of a fire witch. The Seekers were instructed to have Halia’s man, Moda, accompany them.

Nightal 10, 1491 DR

Upon their arrival at the Nettlebee’s ranch, the Seekers were greeted by Watson Nettlebee. Watson led the Seekers to the ranch house where they were able to meet the rest of the family.

The Seekers discovered an Uthgardt cairn was on the Nettlebee’s property, The fire witch had apparently desecrated the cairn as well as branded some of the Nettlebee’s cattle with a strange mark.

The Seekers investigated the cairn, and found an Uthgardt revenant of the Elk Tribe – Uthgardt disturbed from his eternal slumber, named Javor. No sooner had the Seekers spoken with Javor than the cairn entrance was collapsed, and the Seekers had to do battle with an earth elemental that bore a strange glowing rune on its “head”.

The Seekers destroyed the elemental as Javor tore free the stones that blocked the exit to eh cairn. Outside, the Seekers discovered that there were twelve living members of the Elk Tribe, drawn to Javor by visions, waiting to help Javor punish the defilers of his tomb.

The Seeker’s agreed to return the defilers to Javor, sparing the Nettlebee family the wrath of the Elk Tribe barbarians, as Javor identified two of the Nettlebee’s as the defilers. Eventually the Seekers did battle with Wiggan and Bertram Nettlebee, as they had been the ones who had fabricated the fire witch story, as well as robbed Javor’s cairn. Chaos ensued during the battle, ultimately resulting in the in the two Nettlebee’s being killed in front of their family, with he rest of the family having no real idea what was happening.

When Javor was delivered the defilers, and his justice enacted, he asked the Seekers to return his treasures. The Seekers did, then attempted to provide some clarity to the Nettlebees before traveling to Westbridge.

The Seekers arrived at the Harvest Inn in Westbridge at nightfall to find it bustling with travelers and talk of a fire festival that was being held at Scarlet Moon Hall. Curious about the festival, the Seekers decided to travel to Scarlet Moon Hall and investigate. That night, the Seekers discovered a shard of gray-green glacial ice in their packs that didn’t melt. The magical charm was a gift from Javor’s ancestral spirits. What is more, Orlose Cherboga discovered one of Javor’s treasures within his pack, presumably gifted to him from the dead chieftain.

Rewards
412 Exp each.
treasure: Charm of heroism. Works like a potion of heroism, and can be used twice before the charm dissipates and the shard of glacial ice melts.
Other: The Harvest Inn costs each character 8 sp, but the meal is included.

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Reclaiming Wave Echo Cave
A module complete!

Uktar 22, 1491 DR

The Seekers emerged from Wave Echo Cave victorious, having reclaimed the ancient mine and the Forge of Spells from the undead and guardian monsters that had claimed it.

While within the dungeon, the Seekers battled Nezznar, the Black Spider and his minions. Nezznar used the Cragmaw Goblins and the Redbrand Ruffians in his attempt to claim the Forge of Spells for himself. The drow mage was also responsible for the kidnapping of Sildar Hallwinter, Gundren Rockseeker, Nundro Rockseeker, and the murder of Tharden Rockseeker. Hadarai, friend and companion of the Seekers, was killed in the battle with Nezznar.

The mine restored, the Rockseeker brothers have restarted the mining operation and are overseeing attempts to restore the Forge of Spells to its original power. As per the agreement made by Gundren, the Seekers will now get ten percent of the profits of the mine.

Rewards
Please advance your characters to 5th level.

Treasure: 271 cp, 53 sp, 81 ep, 43 gp, 5 pp each.
Locked iron strong box (contents still unknown), potion of healing, potion of vitality, 3 diamonds (100 gp each), wooden pipe with platinum filigree (Hadarai was so stoked on this! 150 gp), treasure map, 9 smalll gemstones (10 gp each), and a Dwarven ale mug made of hammered electrum (150 gp).

Other: Seven days of downtime.

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Rescue Gundren from Cragmaw
At long last Gundren is found!

Uktar 20, 1491 DR

The Seekers arrived at Cragmaw Castle at midday. Orsic, finally having discovered the location of his cousin Gundren, was eager to enter the castle. Within the ruined castle the Seekers fought against the bulk of the Cragmaw tribe, facing goblins, hobgoblins, an owl bear, a wolf, a doppleganger, and bug bear who was serving as the Cragmaw Chieftain. Despite having been badly beaten, and an attempt on his life by the spiteful bugbear chief, the Seekers managed to rescue Gundren.

Gundren, adamantly wanted leave with the for Wave Echo Cave with the Seekers after traveling back to Phandalin, in order to learn the fate of his brothers, Nundro and Tharden. He confirmed that someone called the Black Spider orchestrated his capture. What is more, he has offered the Seekers their next job. Orsic was able to reason with Gundren, and had got his cousin to agree to let the Seekers handle this mission, while Gundren stays in Phandalin where it is safe.

While Hadarai and Brother Seeker Rosch Uskevren stayed at the ruins of Cragmaw to clenes a corrupted shrine, Orlose Cherboga and Orsic travled back to Phandalin. There they delivered Gundren, as well as updated Sildar Hallwinter on their progress, which included collecting their reward for accomplishing Sildar’s final task. The Seekers also returned Sildar’s armor and sword that had been taken from him when he was abducted by the Cragmaw’s and taken to the Cragmaw Hideout. The Seekers have agreed to meet up in the late morning at Wave Echo Cave in an attempt to finally put an end to this threat.

Rewards:

950 Experience each.

Treasure: 155 gp each, 63 ep each, 55 sp each, 5 spears, four longswords, three morningstars, two greatswords, a quarterstaff engraved with stylized feathers and surprisingly light (10 gp), chalice (60 150 gp), censer (60 gp), and knife (120 gp)

Other:
Sildar owes the Seekers a favor for returning his armor and shield.
Hadari will repay both Orlose and Rosch the remaining 59 gp each he owes them.
Hadari has a golden statue that any good character can use once to cast an augury spell.

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The Ruins of Thundertree
You guys! You killed a dragon!

Uktar 18, 1491 DR

The Seekers traveled to the Ruins of Thundertree seeking the druid Reidoth, in hopes of asking him about the location of Cragmaw Castle.

Uktar 19, 1491 DR

In the early hours of the morning, the Seekers were awoken from their rest by the incursion of an owlbear into their camp, setting off Hadarai's mystic wards. Despite attempts to steer the beast by Orlose, the Seekers ended up having to do battle with the ill-tempered beast. 

At first light, the Seekers made their way into the Ruins of Thundertree, traveling to the home of the druid, Reidoth. The druid told them the location of Cragmaw has a favor to Qelline. He told the Seekers he would tell them the location of Wave Echo Cave if they helped him deal with a young green dragon that had recently arrived in the Ruins of Thundertree called Venomfang. The Seekers and Reidoth battled Venomfang in the wyrm's newly cliamed tower, eventually slaying the wyrm and claiming the beast's horde which included the magic battle axe, Hew.

Reidoth gave the Seekers the location of Wave Echo Cave, as well as his thanks, before returning back to his home. The Seekers continued to explore some of the ruins in hopes of locating the old apothecary where they were told they could kind find a lost heirloom.  

Their search eventually lead them to a band of six strange cultists, who seemed to be lead by a man named Favric. Favric and his company seemed to have no ill intent toward the Seekers, although they did express a great deal of interest in the slain dragon.

At long last the Seekers had an idea of where they might find Gundren Rockseeker. They left the ruins at midday, having found Mirna's heirloom, and headed back to Phandalin. They arrived at Hillcrest late in the evening, returned Mirna's necklace to her, updated Sildar on their progress, and settled in for some much needed rest, as at they planned to leave for Cragmaw in the morning.

Rewards:

968 Exp each.

Renown: +1 Emerald Enclave for all characters.

Treasure: 200 sp, 38 gp, four silver goblets set with moonstones (60 gp each).

Other: Hadarai will repay Rosche and Orluse 29 gp each.

 

 

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The Od

Rosch saw Hadarai sitting apart from the others after camp was set.  He seemed to be using a faint magical light to read one of his ever present books.  Rosch felt some guilt over not trusting the mages wards and being relatively new to the group felt it was in his best interest to make peace with the elf now rather than letting any ill feelings foster.

Drawing upon manners learned long ago as a child Rosch ask, “Your pardon sir, I was wondering if I might join you for a moment.”

The mage looked up a little surprised at the humans formal phrasing, “of course and why the formal address?”

“Well to offer and an apology and an explanation,” Rosch said as he lowered himself to sit on a nearby log.

Hadarai raised a single thin eyebrow at the Simbian’s words and gestured for him to continue.

“First and foremost I am sorry for not trusting in you and your magic more, I have….an issue with trusting something that has not been proven to me.  I…was betrayed in my past and I’m afraid the incident has affected me negatively”

“Think nothing of it,” the mage said with a wave of his hand, “I’ll consider us even if you answer but a single question for me.”

Rosch smiled at the answer, “well ask away.”

Hadarai leaned forward in anticipation, “I have noticed your power seems…odd.  My question is this; what is its source?”

“The source of my power?  Well the source of my power comes from the same place as your, and Orsic’s,” the mage got an approving look as the Simbian said gesturing towards the Cleric, “and his.”  To Hadarai’s surprise Roush pointed lastly at Orlose.

“His power?  He is a skilled fighter to be sure but I have never seen him use magic…”  the mage trailed off absently stroking his chin.

“Magic?  No, well i’m sure he has a little, we all do; at least that is what I was taught,” Roush said with a shrug as he picked up a stray stick off the ground.  “He has ki, or uses ki primarily I guess I should say.”

“Ki?”

“Yes, the power of the body guided by the mind.”

The mage nodded while stroking his chin, “ki?  Hhhhhmmmmm I believe I have heard of such a thing.  Yes!  Practiced by monks in the east and the south mostly, I have read of this.  But….I don’t think our friend there is a monk.”

“A monk?  No, I should think not…a skilled combatant absolutely.  Coordinated, strong, fast, resilient.  Ki.  The monks you speak of have just refined a process of mastering their ki.  Much like your own magic compared to a sorcerer,” Rouch smiled at the elf, “at least that is what I was taught.”

“You seem to have been taught a number of odd things friends.”

“I had a…unique teacher.”

The elf regarded Rosch thoughtfully, “‘so if Orsic and I have magic and Orlose ki, what do you have?”

“The last of the trinity of the Od, psi,” Rosch stated simply as he finish using his stick to draw a simple design in the earth.

"The trinity of the Od?”  Hadarai asked interested, “I had not heard of such a thing.”

“Od the greatest of all power, as I was taught."

Hadarai smiled, “greater even than magic?"

"The Od is a power that results from the cycle of life and death.  As the two primal forces grind against each other they release the Od in its primal state.  In that state it is to powerful for almost any being to handle, even the gods.  However, over time, like sand mixed in water, it will separate out into lesser elements.  Magic, ki, and psi, “Rosch drew three lines forming the points of a triangle around the symbol on the ground.

Almost ritually the Psion continued, “magic, the power of the spirit guided by the body.  Ki, the power of the body guided by the mind.  Psi, the power of the mind guided by the spirit."

Finishing with a whisper, “these form the trinity of the Od.”

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Gift Basket
A gift left at the fledgling trading house creates questions and answers.

Uktar 17, 1491 DR

Rosche Uskevren surveyed the fledgling trading house he and Orlose Cherboga had thrown together, almost overnight. The  exhiled Sembian understood his dwarven companion, Orsic's, sense of urgency to locate his missing family members. It would have been nice to be able to take a couple days to have a proper set up, but Roche would share Orsic's driving desire for discovery were it his own family member that had gone missing. Even still, the make-shift stalls were secured by heavy locks and, for the most part, the manner ruins were now covered by whatever tarps, animal skins, and even a repurpsoed sail (Which Rosche was surprised to find for sale considering how far inland Phandalin was.) Orlose had said that Mirna and Nilsa had taken to instruction well, and the fighter was confident that the women would be more than capable of running the basics of the trading house while he and Rosche were away. Rosche would have been more reticent were the initial goods more complex, however, at Sildar's request, the Hillcrest Trading House would deal primarily in the importation, exportation, and distribution of raw goods. This meant fairly simple inventories and minimal book keeping, which is about the only way Rosche was going to let his first enterprise be managed by proxy.

Rosche's mental preparations were interrupted as Hadarai entered the covered area of the ruins. The elf was favoring some of his ribs with one arm, and had polished Darkwood box under his other. Hadarai wince-smiled at Rosche revealing a split lip and what would almost assuredly be a black eye. Rosche had seen this type of beating before in Sembia. Certain issuers of debt will use these type of "reminders" with borrowers if they fear that the borrower may be delinquent in payment. Hadarai owed money to both Rosche and Orlose, and evidently other, less understanding parties as well.

"I discovered this outside," Hadarai said curiously, holding up the box under his arm. "Had we a door, it would have been laid upon our doorstep. Very mysterious."

Hadarai flipped the box with a dismissive gesture, letting his eldritch hand guide the parcel towards Rosche. At first mildly intrigued, Rosche was suddenly startled to notice that there was a platinum embossed pattern on the lid that looked remarkably similar to the tattoo upon his chest. Rosche refocused himself quickly, not wanting to show his alarm at the recognition of the strange symbol.

No sooner had Roche taken the weight of the box then Hadarai's mage hand had pulled open the polished black lid. Rosche could only flinch before breathing a sigh of relief. He wondered how sheltered the elf's upbringing must have been that he would just open the lid of clandestinely delivered package left on his "doorstep". Rosche seemed to be intact, and not polymorphed into a slug, so he looked into the contents of the box.

The black box bore a gold velvet lining that sparkled in the light of the ruin. Nestled inside the box was one of the finest sets of merchant's scales Rosche had seen, even in the trading houses of Sembia, a simple scroll tube of the same Darkwood as the box bearing an unbroken red wax seal with the same symbol on the lid, and a bottle of sparkling wine of excellent Eversultian vintage.

Rosche set the box down in front of him, only half paying attention as Hadarai's mage hand deftly lifted the bottle from the box.  Breaking the scroll and unrolling the parchment, Rosche only slightly registered Hadarai calling to Droop for what he guessed was the fetching of goblets, although he didn't speak the goblin's native tongue as Hadari did. Rosche all but ignored the stream of muttering curses that issued from below as Droop begun undergoing his task.

Unrolling the fine piece of vellum, Rosche began to read the scroll. The writing was in a flowing and neat script:

To Rosche Uskerven of the Hillcrest Trading House,

Let us offer our most heartfelt congratulations on this, your first step towards your destiny.

Rosche scanned the missive a few times, looking to see if there was anything more. The salutation had not even been signed. He held the vellum up to the sunlight, having heard of missives that come sometimes only be read under certain types of light. He pawed through the box to see if there was anything else contained within.

A loud "pop" startled Rosche. He looked up to see Hadarai with the bottle of wine, the contents foaming from the mouth of the bottle down the neck. The elf smiled as he poured a goblet and and sent it Rosche's way with his mage hand.

"What does the scroll say?" Hadarai asked after taking a sip of his own goblet. He hissed as he inhaled, the alcohol no doubt stinging his split lip.

Rosche snatched the goblet from the air in front of him, more ot get it our of his face then to consume it. Despite all the distraction, the wine smelled full, and sweet, and the bubbles looked pleasing amidst the amber liquid. "Not much," Roche replied before taking a sip himself. The drought he sipped was warm, and floral, and he was quick to take another sip.

"Interesting choice to use that symbol," Hadarai said absently, swirling his own goblet.

Rosche nearly spit out his second sip in surprise. He gulped, and the warmth of the wine turned into a burn, as if offended at being consumed in such a fashion. "You know it?" Rosche croaked.

"Of course," Hadarai said somehow not sounding smug, but still pedantic. "You are of course familiar with the god Denir. Centuries ago some rather fervent followers of the scribe of my lord, Oghma, believed that there were glyphs that could represent important concepts of existence. They believed that the concepts could be realized as glyphs, and the glyphs, manifested correctly could communicate some of the fundamental concepts of a society or race, despite language barrier. It was theorized that these "weighted concepts" as they called them, were so universal that anyone, or anything, that saw the glyph would know exactly what the glyph was meant to express."

Rosche had all but forgotten his wine, setting the goblet down absently. All this time there had been so many questions, and now, just at random, this parcel appears, and his companion of nearly a week has insight into the enigma that has plagued the exile for years. Could this random turn of events be a blessing from Tymora?

"The glyphs were all the rage for a time," Hadarai continued. "War, Conquest, and Passion glyphs found their way into many works of art, tattoos, and even some families that rose to prominence during this period. Yet for the most part, the school of thought was eventually dissolved by rhetoricians that argued that a gnoll and halfling did not have the same sense of "love" therefore they could not look at glyph and see that it meant the same thing. There was actually a fairly stunning discourse around the assertions of the Denrites, as chronicled by some the preminnet sages of the time, which would go on to inform the thinking at the crux of Thace'y'iksis's Morality Pogrom and, though he would never admit it, Gver'uk's Theory of Modulated Emotional Accessibility. The former was, of course a tragedy, though at its core had some interesting structure when it came to usurpation of dominant thought paradigms as held by the-"

"But this glyph!" Roche's head was spinning enough as is, it didn't need to endure Hadarai's dizzying dissertations of the banalities of scholars of which Rosche had never heard of. Roche snapped the Darkwood box closed, thrusting the lid side towards Hadari. The silver glyph stood out against the black lacquered wood like a beacon. 

Hadarai raised a single eyebrow at Rosche's sudden emphatic engagement in a subject so few would normally find intriguing. 

"Well," Roche continued, lifting the box into the air with his mage hand and flipping it to face Roche. "The most simple translation is "commerce". However that is like translating the word "sword" to be "weapon". See, here?" Hadarai indicated to the pattern.

"Either side mirrors the other, save how the lines are emboldened after intersection with their counter part. This implies that both sides of the pattern are strengthened by the interaction with one another. Or that both sides mutually benefit from the transaction. In this instance, the benefit is a visual representation of strength, as illustrated by the emboldened and more powerful lines. In summation, this symbol is more a representation of the ideal of equitable commerce. A commerce predicated on both parties being better off for having engaged in the activity, and growing equally in strength, becoming more whole if you will, for participating in the transaction. Would that there were more in the world that saw commerce in such a fashion," Hadarai mused, gently probing his newly battered ribs.

"I see," Roche said. Snatching the box from the air and tucking it under his arm. "I need to attend to something below."

Roche needed to be work through everything that had happened in so short a time. He vaguely registered a greeting as Orlose passed him coming up, as he was going down.

Orlose heaved himself topside looking quizzically after Roche as he descended.

"Droop was complaining about have to fetch goblets. Is there wine?" The fighter asked, smiling at Hadari.

 

 

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Old Owl Well and the Banshee's Bargain
Wherein the adventurers quest in the area around Phandalin.

Uktar 15, 1491 DR

The adventurers' morning began with Hadarai's wards sounding an attack and Orluse's shouted warnings, as three stirges set upon the camp. The dangerous pests were denied their meal, and the adventurers avoided exsanguination.

Shortly after striking camp the adventurers arrived at the Old Owl Well. There they discovered a necromancer by the name of Hamun Kost, and his twelve zombie minions. Hamun was searching for lost Netherese artifacts amidst the tower ruins. After a prolonged battle, the adventurers vanquished Hamun, and minions, and were able to accomplish the task asked of them by Daran Eddermath

After a short reprieve, the adventurers rode northwest to Conyberry seeking the lair of the banshee Agatha, on behalf of Sister Garaele. The adventurers comported themselves to the tragic spirt's liking and, upon giving the banshee the gift of the silver comb, they were able to accomplish Sister Garaele's task.

Uktar 16, 1491 DR

The adventurers returned to Phandalin.  Upon returning, they discovered that Sildar, who had no confidence in the elected Townmaster's ability to maintain order, had taken up residence in the Townmaster's Hall. In addition to rewarding the adventurers for their completion of his task, he inquired as the whether to whether or not the adventurers had discovered anymore about the location of Cragmaw Castle. Lastly, Sildar informed the adventurers that he had taken the liberty of applying for an Adventuring Charter on their behalf. The adventurers needed think of a name for their band, or company, as Sildar was using his contacts within the Lord's Alliance to have the charter executed by none other than Dagult Neverember, Lord Protector of Neverwinter, himself.

Rewards:

319 exp each.

Renown: +1 The Harpers, +1 Order of the Gauntlet, for all characters.

Treasure: 9 sp, 5 ep, 30 gp, 2 pp.

Tiny decorated jeweled box (25 gp).

Other: Hadari currently owes Rosch 88 gp, Orluse 88 gp, and an unknown lender 300 gp.

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