Tonight we have the party meeting their benefactor again, Reginald Tibidius Archer, in a most unexpected way. But the party find out at the most unideal moment.
So settle in, grab a coffee as we expand tonight’s adventure!
Reginald Tibidius Archer
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The wagon creaked as the party moved cautiously toward it, weapons still drawn from their earlier battle with the bandits. After the ambush, they couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. The noises, rustling, shifting, an occasional noise that couldn’t be explained by the driver had grown more frequent.
With a quick glance at one another, the heroes gave a silent nod. Enough was enough.
The party deftly unlatched the wagon door and swung it open as the other members of the party convinced the wagon driver to stand aside. Inside, among the carefully wrapped crates of supposed artwork, sat Reginald Tibidius Archer, cross-legged atop a bundle of canvas, a quill in hand, scribbling furiously in a leather-bound journal.
He looked up, surprised but not panicked. ‘Ah! You found me.’ He grinned, tapping his quill against the page.
The party moved forward to question why he was there, not back in the city where they last saw him.
The artist cleared his throat, pushing his glasses up his nose. ‘Well, my friends, I must admit – I was rather hoping to get a front-row seat to your heroics.’ He gestured grandly. ‘You see, I had lost my muse! My inspiration had run dry. I needed something… dramatic, powerful, full of risk and wonder. So, I made sure word spread that my wagon was filled with rare, priceless treasures, expecting that brigands might come sniffing about.’
‘You lured bandits on purpose?’ was what came out from the party.
Reginald nodded eagerly. ‘And it worked! You handled them magnificently. Every sword swing, every spell – it was art! I needed to witness such bravery firsthand.’ He flipped his journal to show hastily sketched outlines of the battle. ‘Your fight—it’s already taking shape into something incredible.’
when the party expressed their distaste for his risky behaviour the artist chuckled for but a moment.
‘Art! A grand masterpiece! The greatest adventure ever told!’ His enthusiasm faltered as he noticed the party exchanging concerned looks.
As the party expressed their growing concerns with the safety of this trip they reminded Reginald about the goblins that also stalked these roads about half a day from now.
Reginald tilted his head, considering. ‘Ah. Yes. That is a rather pressing concern. But I am sure that you will get us through it. And it will give me the best inspiration I can ask for!’
The wagon creaked again as the party closed the doors, preparing for the next leg of their journey—with one unexpected passenger in tow.
Thanks for dropping by tonight to get a glimpse of what further we have planned for this week. Don’t forget to come back tomorrow for more updates to this adventure and lastly, as always, don’t forget to roll with advantage,
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