It was not the best of the nights in and around Cragmaw Hideout for our adventurers. Between nursing their wounds and the smell of goblin remains emanating from the cave, sleep was hard to come by. In the morning, Ekim and Sylla retrieved the wagon from its hiding spot while the remainder of the group started to pull their loot from the cave. While resting in the wagon Sildar noticed the blue lion stamp on some of the crates for the first time. ‘Those belong to the Lionshield Coster’ are the first words Sildar had said since his rescue. ‘There…
The Job – Session 1
A man limps up the notice board, burdened with a satchel full of paper and nails. Without a care as to the previous papers cluttering the surface, he places the newest announcement as close to the center as he cares to attempt. The sound of his pin hammer echoes across the square. Tap, tap, tap. Tap, tap, tap. Tap, tap, tap. The nosier of the locals crowd around to be the first to know the newest gossip. “Brave Adventurers wanted. Escort duties to Phandalin. Easy money for a few days…” As the initial crowd disperses, the cloaked figure steps from…