[5E] On the Wings of Fate: A Tyranny of Dragons Epic

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On the Wings of Fate

Part 1: The Lost Mines of Phandelver


OOC Thread can be found: Here

1491 DR

Chapter 1: Goblin Arrows

Spoiler: Ambriel and Umbriel

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To the 'Briel Twins',

Much of your time in my employ has been entertainment, the two of you sure have a way with words that brings tears to my eyes. I will need your services in Phandalin,
about 3 days journey down The High Road and across the Triboar Trail. The good news is you wont be traveling alone, so stay out of trouble! There is a supply cart that you will be escorting along the way with a few other people I have employed in recent times, Ling will be among them. Meet with them and then follow the directions of Maldrom,
he's the Dwarf with a green thumb and you'll know him when you see him.

Until Phandalin;
Gundren Rockseeker

Spoiler: Ling Jun

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To Ling and his retainer,

Your road has been a hard one, Ling. Though I still have no word on your sister, I still have eyes and ears out where I can and I do not intend to let you sit idle in Neverwinter while I meet with my brothers about a local legend. Too much trouble for you there if left to your own devices. So instead, I have volunteered you to help escort my supply cart to the mining town of Phandalin. Not only will those two twins be along for the journey, but a relative of mine shall be assisting as well. Meet with them and make sure my supplies reach me, I'll need them for what's to come if I'm correct about this...

Your Guardian;
Gundren Rockseeker

Some of you received private letters from your Patron, the Dwarf named Gundren of the Rockseeker family. One thing is clear; he has left Neverwinter behind in search of something important and you, along with these others he has mentioned, have been charged with escorting his supplies that had to be left behind to the rough and tumble town of Phandalin to Southeast. It isn't until you arrive at Gundren's place do you find a very different kind of Dwarf holding a letter addressed to you all.

Dear friends,

As you've already been informed, I have gone ahead with a warrior escort, Sildar Hallwinter, to talk business with my two dimwitted brothers in the town of Phandalin. It's something big, or I wouldn't bother the lot of you. To make the trip swiftly ( these damn horses can only carry so much), I had to leave behind my supply cart; which I am now paying you lot 10 gold a piece to escort to Barthen's Provisions in Phandalin, a day behind us unless you take your time like a bunch of slackers. A three day journey on a cart should be nothing; and easy going for 10 gold. To assist you in this endeavor, a dear relative and guide will be going along with you; Maldrom Stonebrow. Few know the wilds and the area nor can track quite like he can. Someone will need to find that Goliath. By Tyr's beard I can't get his name right even now. He should prove useful, even if he's writing that supposed book all the time... Now get to work! I'll need the goods on that cart by weeks end.

Your Patron;
Gundren Rockseeker

As each of you exchange pleasantries, or not so pleasantries, the Goliath Bartholl walks in behind a street urchin; who had been sent to fetch the large writer and warrior. He takes one last look up at the Goliath, who must have been thrice his height, before departing swiftly. With all of you now together, the task given you by your Patron is clear. Phandalin is a long 3 days travel, and it isn't getting any closer. The sun will not wait for you either; and you find you will have a short a few hours to gather your belongings and purchase extra supplies before the best departure time has come and gone. As a Dwarf once told you, it's time to get to work!

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You have spent the last few days following The High Road south from Neverwinter, and you have just recently headed East along what is known as the Triboar Trail. Save for one single wagon heading the opposite direction with an old man hoping to sell you his concoctions, tonics, and wares; you have encounter no stops or trouble so far. This territory can be dangerous, however. Bandits and outlaws have been known to lurk along the trail.

After about a half days journey along the Triboar Trail, you come around a bend and anyone driving the cart or sitting upon its roof spot two dead horses sprawled about fifty feet ahead of you, blocking the path. Each have several black-feathered arrows sticking out of it. The woods press close to the trail here, with a steep embankment and dense thickets on either side. Something caught the riders of these horses unaware...