Lost Mines of Phandelver - Chapter 2 [Closed]

Anthony had traveled to Phandalin several days prior, after hearing rumors of a local alchemist who was studying rapid transmutation. Given that most of Anthonys technology relied on flash summoning and transmutation, it was only logical that he seek this person out. Unfortunately, he soon learned that the rumors were just that; rumors. Though disappointed, he did enjoy some time outside of the city. He could always search the surrounding wilderness for valuable chemicals and reagents, and he found that the quiet sometimes sparked a new idea in his head.



It was during this trip that he found himself staying at the local inn, renting a room for the week. His mornings were spent maintaining his armor, his afternoons spent exploring and searching the country side, and his evenings were spent enjoying the local cuisine. He was just finishing his drink when the door burst in. He tensed for a moment, before realizing there was no danger. While he felt safe with his armor on (sleek, form fitting, and hidden under his clothes), he was still wary of bandits and ruffians this far from Waterdeep. He sighed, and went back to his beverage. He thought he recognized a face or two, perhaps from Waterdeep.

Anyone this far out must be on a job.

He chewed his lip in thought, before finally deciding to introduce himself. Whatever it was they were working on, it would probably prove more beneficial (and entertaining) than examining another hundred mushrooms tomorrow. He gulped down the rest of his drink, set the glass on the counter, and swung himself off his stool. Dipping into his coin purse, he quickly withdrew some coin and tossed it on the counter. It was likely too much, but he found it was always helpful to be on the good side of those who provided food and shelter.

He crossed the room with quiet confidence, moving as if he had lived their his entire life. He gave everyone a warm smile as he approached the table.

"Anthony Allerton. I believe I have seen some of you around Waterdeep. What brings you out this far?"


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Spell Slots: 3/3 1st Level Spells



Spells Prepared:

Absorb Elements
Cure Wounds
Detect Magic
Expeditious Retreat
Identify
Jump

Armorer Spells:

Magic Missile
Shield

Infusions:
Prosthetic Limb
Goggles of Night

Armor Model: Infiltrator

-Lightning Launcher: A gemlike node appears on one of your armored fists or on the chest (your choice). It counts as a simple ranged weapon, with a normal range of 90 feet and a long range of 300 feet, and it deals 1d6 lightning damage on a hit. Once on each of your turns when you hit a creature with it, you can deal an extra 1d6 lightning damage to that target.

-Powered Steps: Your walking speed increases by 5 feet.

-Second Skin: The armor’s weight is negligible, and it becomes formfitting and wearable under clothing. If the armor normally imposes disadvantage on Dexterity (Stealth) checks, the power armor doesn’t.

Sildar frowns a little and shakes his head at Lykus before brightening at Aronin's offer.

"I'd love an ale, thank-you, Aronin. Best get one for grumpy over there too."

He goes to sit with Lykus as Anthony approaches. He smiles warmly at the newcomer, as though he's used to being recognised,

"I'm Sildar Hallwinter in town on business on behalf of The Lord's Alliance."

He shakes Anthony's hand and gestures to a seat, indicating he could join them.

Anthony shook Sildars hand, before slipping into the offered seat. "No, not my vacation getaway", he laughed. "That's miles from here. I'm visiting on a personal errand, though it has proven less than fruitful". His metal fingers drummed the table idly,  each tap producing a dull thud. "It would seem the tales of the gifted alchemist were greatly exaggerated". He considered the group before him carefully. He had never encountered a gith that wasn't intent on attacking everyone in sight. And the half-elf with the scales... interesting. At least the human seemed straight forward. He had seen enough court wizards in his life to recognize the bearings of a wizard, regardless of how they carried themselves.

"Not to downplay anyones talents, but you look like you could use a little more metal on the front lines. And I could do with some excitement. This little town isn't the most engaging place".

The innkeeper, smiles warmly as you approach. 
"Morning stranger, welcome to the Stonehill Inn. The name's Toblen Stonehill. You can stay here the night for a gold piece each and the board's included. Pip or Elsa will bring 'em out to your table. Trilena's cooked up a rabbit stew if you're hungry. What brings you to town?"

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Sildar listens and nods as Anthony speaks,
"If you're looking to help out, I, on behalf of the alliance would certainly extend an invitation to meet me in the morning to discuss business. I will establish my office in the Townmaster's Hall. That goes for the rest of you too. Unfortunately, these old bones are aching something fierce, I think I'm just going to rest up in my room for the rest of the day. If you'll excuse me?"

Sildar stands up and books a room with the innkeeper before retreating upstairs.

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Lykus scoffs at the suggestion that they need help.
"We just cleared out an entire cave complex full of goblinkin. I think we can handle ourselves. Who are you anyway?"

Just then a teenage girl in a simple dress and mostly clean apron approaches the table with the drinks.
"Hi there folks! Here's your drinks, the stew won't be but a moment. Ya'll having the stew ain't ya? You should, it's the best!
Ooooh, goblin-slayers! Are you lot adventurers? You sure look like adventurers. You know, old Daran Edermath, the orchard keeper? He used to be an adventurer too!"

The hospitable innkeeper's voice snapped Aronin out of his questioning thoughts. "Ah yes!" The red head pulled up four gold pieces, but realized that it appeared Sildar would be covering for himself. The wizard then placed three gold pieces on to the bar. "It is wonderful to meet you Toblen, I'm Aronin Havenscar." Before the barmaid could leave with the drinks, he plucked off one of the ale pitchers and quickly took a long drink. Placing the mug onto the counter top, he wiped the foam from his mouth and sighed with relief. "Nothing's better than nice cool ale after a long journey on the road." The absent-minded Aronin realized he hadn't answered Toblen's question, so he politely smiled and continued. "The three of us set off from Waterdeep on a job. We were supposed to meet our employer here in Phandalin, but he was abducted by goblins on the road. So now we're looking for him." Aronin paused and observed the innkeeper's reaction before continuing, "We believe he may have been taken to Cragmaw Castle, have you ever heard of it?"