Chapter One, Part One: Fires over Brinestump

[TheTick]

It's dead, you can RP about it until I'm back at Mr PC.

[Lotofsnow]

As soon as he sees his companion is out of danger, Faraway turns on his heel and proceeds to the mouth of the cave, pulling the whistle from hit pocket as he walks.

"Enjoy your plunder."

[Phil]

Owen, still feeling the affects of the poison, is not quite as diplomatic.

"Next time you pull something like that, dwarf, I am leaving you to die."  The paladin is too mad to consider whether his oaths would allow him to follow through with his threat.

He then examines the spider cave for anything of note.

Perception 1d20+0 : 11, total 11

[TheTick]

Owen finds nothing of value.  The floor is scattered with the bones of the spider's meals, including a preponderance of goblin skulls.  They are unmistakable, being a fair bit wider then tall.

[SteveRogers]

S'Vith sighs, "Such a grand band of adventurers we are.  We knew not what threat this cave might offer.  But the traps and this beast will be no threat to an unsuspecting traveler seeking shelther from the rain."  He kneels and gently carresses the spider, "Be at peace, foul creature.  May the hunt be more to your liking beyond." 

He laughs wrily and motions to Horcrust, "Lad.  For your sake, I hope this cave hides some great wonder."  He joins Owen in wearily glancing at the interior of the cave.

Perception 1d20+7 : 1 + 7, total 8

[SpamHead]

Horcrust looks around.

Perception Roll 1d20+1 : 2+1 = 3

"That was very useless."

[Porteiro]

"I've got to admit that I hope you don't pull a stunt like that again, S'Vith.  But at least it turned out OK."

"I don't know about you fellows, but these old bones are feeling the day's work.  How about we head back into town for the evening?" Jeddy says.

[Phil]

"Very well.  S'Vith, how about you help me carry the chest back to town?  My strength has not yet returned."  At least then he won't run off on some other fool notion.

[SteveRogers]

"It would be my pleasure, Owen."

[SpamHead]

Grumbling something about dwarfs and cheese, Horcrust follows the group.

[Porteiro]

"It's a wise man who doesn't get between a dwarf and his cheese.  Why, the stories my uncle would tell..."

[SteveRogers]

S'Vith roars with laughter.  "Jeddy speaks wisely!"

[Porteiro]

"And it's a gracious dwarf that shares his cheese with somebody who will appreciate it.  Like a halfling companion."

[SteveRogers]

"Consider it done when next we happen upon a wheel or three of a nice aged batch." S'Vith smiles at the halfling.  "It is no secret my kind has a habit of emptying the pantry of a gracious halfling host.  Even if that host is not so gracious at first." S'Vith winks.

[TheTick]

The party's return to Sandpoint garners a bit more of a reaction this time.  With word circulating of their success against the Licktoad goblins, the sight of Owen and S'Vith carrying another chest of treasure causes a stir.  There's pointing and and staring from all kinds, especially other young folks who may have thought about heading off to see if they could take a few goblin heads.

The Rusty Dragon is being set up for the dinnertime rush, with Ameiko half-watching from the corner.  When she spies another muddy chest entering her establishment, she sighs noisily and rolls her eyes, but it's all an act.  She quickly (with your leave) opens the chest and examines the contents.  She waves her hand dismissively if you try to give her any of the gear, saying "No, you earned it."  Taking the cold iron sword, she explains that it's a wakizashi, a sword typically carried by a Samurai and often paired with a katana.  When the other sword is presented, she whistles at the craftsmanship.  "It's named Whispering Shrike."  She grips it with practiced ease, and gives a few practice swings.  "Hmm, the hilt feels a bit off."  Sandru and Koya enter just then, perhaps having caught wind of your return from the gossips.

(you can RP giving her the letter)