Swords of Darkmoon Vale (Inactive)

Game Master Asmodeus

This campaign will deal with the exploration of Darkmoon Vale and the dangers found within.

A trial run for PbP gaming, it may be expanded into further supporting material if there is interest.


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Always. Be. Pushing.

Emrys

Spoiler:
Emrys looked up as the door to his chamber swung open, the rush of air sending the flickering flames of the dozen tapers crowding the space dancing. Clad in the gold and tan uniform of an Academy messenger, the servant bowed deeply as he stepped inside and paused. "Apologies for the intrusion, Magister Emrys." He held out a scroll. "A message has arrived for you. Mistress Salerna felt it of import enough to interrupt your period of reflection." The servant set the parchment on the tabletop and turned for the door, dissapearing into the passage beyond as quickly as he had come.

Emrys unrolled the scroll and read, his eyes quickly scanning the pages few words, scrawled in an unsteady hand. "Come home to the Hollow. Your mother's ill. Father."


Emrys Human Wizard 1 | 11/11 hp | AC 10, T 10, F 10 | Saves F+1, R+2, W+2 | S10, D11, C12, I20, W10, Ch10 | Init +0

"Not supposed to interrupt meditation," Emrys muttered, rocking back on his heels. He had been still during the meditation, unmoving. It was a rare moment of calm for the young man, and he treasured the peaceful routine.

He stared a moment at the scroll, not yet absorbing the message. Something scurried across the tabletop. The clawed feet of the weasel pushing the scroll open again. Emmys cocked his head, still rocking slightly as he took note of the weasel's actions.

"They're not supposed to interrupt my meditation Arthur," Emrys told the weasel. Arthur bounced up and down on his mind legs emphatically. "But if you think it's important."

Emmys picked up the scroll again. "Mother is ill, Father must call the doctor. Not the wizard." embryos shook his head. "But sometimes father forgets to do things the right way Arthur."

Emrys crossed the room and picked up the bag neatly set at the end of his bed. Where it had been sitting neatly for years. Emrys had repacked his bag neatly each night, just as mother had done for him the night he left.

"We must make sure father does the right things, so that mother can get well."

Arthur scrambled up Emrys leg, and pulled the collar of his robe out from under the backpacks strap, fussing it and straightening it for the young mage. Emmys walked slowly around the room, traversing a slow clockwise arch through the room extinguishing the candles one at a time.

Emrys walked out of the room, and saw the servant in the hall who had brought in the message.

"You disturbed my meditation," Emrys told the servant. "You are not supposed to interrupt my meditation, but Mistress said you should, so I suppose that is ok. Not every time is it ok, but this time it is ok that you disturbed my meditation because Mistress said you could, and mother is sick, and father should have called the doctor, and instead he sent for the wizard, so I must go and make sure that he sent for the doctor, and Arthur thinks it is very important that I do so."

The servant stared at Emrys, jaw drooping open. Emmys was used to seeing that look. all of the servants were a little odd.

Arthur rubbed Emrys' ear from the perch he had on the young wizard's shoulder and Emrys nodded. "Right," he said. "We have to go now." And with that Emrys strode down the hall, through the door and out into the night.

...


Always. Be. Pushing.

For a week now, the caravan has wound its weary way north along the Falconer’s Road, a week of dust and stinging insects, tempered but barely with watered ale and wine well on its way to vinegar. Heaped with lumber on its journey south, the four wagons of the train now stand empty, ready to receive the cut logs and shaped planks torn from the heart of Darkmoon Wood once more. The wagons rumble past a tilted way stone topped with a crude carving so worn by weather that it might be a falcon, hawk, or pelican and into Darkmoon Vale at last.

The tilted peak of Droscar’s Crag looms over the valley, skirted in the verdant green forest of the Darkmoon and pierced by the rushing waters of the Foaming River. A ferry of stout logs and stouter cable spanned a calmer section of the waterway.

The ferryman, thick-bearded and broad-shouldered in the way of all his kind nods to your caravan’s master as the first of the wagons roll onto the ferry.

“Safe journey, I trust, Garmen?”

Garmen Senegar nodded back and levered his bulk to the ground, using the palm of one hand to slick back what few hairs still clung to the top of his head. He wiped his hand against his vest, one more stain among the many that decorated it. “Safe enough, Berem.” . The portly caravan master jerked a thumb in your direction, “As you can see, extra muscle this trip.”

Berem glanced at the gathering of folk. “A wise decision. There have been sightings of goblins in the wood. The Gavel has expressed his concern.” .

Garmen rubbed a wattled chin with a greasy finger, considering. “And what of Magistrate Lemdorn? Has he ordered patrols? Organized a militia? Or has he ignored the problem as usual?”

The ferryman shook his head. “Lemdorn is dead. A fever took him not two nights ago. He goes to grass today in the north meadows.”

“Troubling news. Still, I would not tarry here baking under the sun with the comforts of home an hour away. Let us see us across and I will make my inquiries in the Hollow. It is good to see you, old friend.”

One by one, the wagons make the crossing until only one last wagon remains. The ferryman beckons you forward. “Should be but a moment and I’ll see you across.” Wracked by a sudden fit of coughing, he hacks himself hoarse and spits a dark wad into the foaming waters. Waving off you concern he sets his hands to task once more. “Gods-be-damned Summer colds." .

You have all been left for the last crossing. Maybe introduce yourselves to each other and describe yourselves and your reasons for making the journey to Falcon’s Hollow.

Knowledge – Local DC 8

Spoiler:
A rough community wholly owned by the local Lumber Consortium, Falcon’s Hollow is home to roughly 1,400 souls and rests on the edge of Darkmoon Vale, a blunt, sawdust-choked stop on a winding trade route.

Knowledge – Local DC 12
Spoiler:
The Leader of the Lumber Consortium is a human named Thuldrin Kreed. He is well known for his ruthless business practices and unpleasant nature. Entanglements with him are best avoided.


Emrys Human Wizard 1 | 11/11 hp | AC 10, T 10, F 10 | Saves F+1, R+2, W+2 | S10, D11, C12, I20, W10, Ch10 | Init +0

Emrys moved close to the edge of the water. The ferry was nowhere near yet, and the rest of the milling people were sitting relaxed about the banks of the river, but Emrys stood stiffly by the dock, waiting for the ferry to return.

"We must wait patiently in the line Arthur," The scrawny young human muttered, "Just like for meals, the mistress always said stand quietly in line and you get to go first. I like to get the big piece of cake so I have to be the first to get there. Must stand in line, and mustn't fuss."

Emmys looked back to the nearest people, large figures surrounded him, and yet Emrys barely took note of them, his eyes seeming to look straight through them.

"I like cake," he said.

The blue scarf around his neck twitched and moved, and suddenly the head of a weasel poked out from it's place of concealment. The weasel, unlike the boy eyed the figures warily, it's nose twitching, and eyes cautious.

"This is Arthur," Emrys said, seemingly to no one and everyone all at once. "And I am Emrys. Mother says you should always be polite, and that means introductions, even when you don't want to. I'm Emrys, and this is Arthur."


Male Human Skald 1 | 14/14 hp | AC 17, T11, F11 | Saves F+4, R+1, W+2 Ini-+1 percp-+4

Balder sighed to himself as he turned the last of the keys on his redwood lute.The road always seemed to mess up two and only two of his strings.
"Ho there master Emrys," Balder gave the weasel a small smile "master Arthur."
"I am Balder Crimsonsong, and your mother is quite right!Good first impressions and all that." He strummed out a soft note, followed by some quick finger picks that he let hang in the air a moment.
"I am here with my traveling companion, we are to play the finest songs from around the land and become wealthy as nobles!"
He tapped his black worn lute case with the tip of his astonishingly clean leather boot. The case opened revealing lush white fur. Several gold and silver coins lay strewn about the inside.
"Any requests? I know everything from "The farmers daughter Milly" to "The Tinker Tanner." I'm sure a rowdy tune will help us pass the time!"
At which point he started strumming, his baritone voice carried far out across the water.
"Ohhh there once was a lass named Milly, her hair as bright as gold. Her father was a mean old brute,his heart was icy cold... "

Skill check (perform)- 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25
Knowledge (local)- 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26


Always. Be. Pushing.

The ferryman's face creases in a wide smile as he watches Balder play. "Now there's a tune that brings me back to wilder times. Might'n not be suitable for the younger folk, though." He glances at the young wizard staring at the water flowing past. "You've a fine hand for the instrument, though, and that's no lie. Speak to Jak Crimmy at the Jak'a'Napes and say Berem Tharikk sent you. He may have custom and skill such as yours may see your purse fill with coin."

He smiles again, and then coughs, a shuddering thing that leaves him gasping. He hawks and spits, wiping his mouth with the sleeve of his tunic. "Summer colds are the worst." He glances ahead for a moment.

"But a few minutes more, gentlefolk, and we gain the far bank. Welcome to Falcon's hollow."


Emrys Human Wizard 1 | 11/11 hp | AC 10, T 10, F 10 | Saves F+1, R+2, W+2 | S10, D11, C12, I20, W10, Ch10 | Init +0

Emrys Wizard 1 | 11/11 hp | AC 10, T 10, F 10 | Saves F+1, R+2, W+2

"You should cover your mouth when you cough," Emrys muttered, drawing back from the ferryman.


Always. Be. Pushing.

Berem nods to the wizard. My apologies, Magister. You're right, of course. It's just this damn cough. It started out like Summer colds always do but now it's settled in my chest and seems content to live there until I am old and grey."

He shakes his head and forces a smile that doesn't reach his eyes. "Another few days with no change and I'll seek out Lady Cirthana and see if her prayers to Iomedae are equal to the task. I don't mean to burden you with my troubles."


Male Human Skald 1 | 14/14 hp | AC 17, T11, F11 | Saves F+4, R+1, W+2 Ini-+1 percp-+4

Balder laughed deeply, Yes of course good sir! Don't wanna be given these lads more of idea than they need about women eh. Jak Crimmy eh? like em all ready.
Balder closed his eyes and let out a deep breath.
This will do then, something more instrumental.
His fingers flew as the song slowly built. The haunting melody was his favorite instrumental piece. Always tugged at the heartstrings, which left the purse wide open for donations for the cause. HIS cause of course.


Emrys Human Wizard 1 | 11/11 hp | AC 10, T 10, F 10 | Saves F+1, R+2, W+2 | S10, D11, C12, I20, W10, Ch10 | Init +0

Emrys Human Wizard 1 | 11/11 hp | AC 10, T 10, F 10 | Saves F+1, R+2, W+2 | S10, D11, C12, I20, W10, Ch10 | Init +0

"You should cover your mouth when you cough, Emrys repeated. "The reflex to cough can be voluntary or involuntary, but you don't want to cough. Do you? First you inhale, then you should cover your mouth, and then there is a forced exhalation against a closed glottis, and a violent release of air from your lungs following the opening of the glottis and that is usually accompanied by a distinctive sound, which is called a cough, which is when you need to cover your mouth."

"If you don't want to cough then the treatment should target the cause, because suppressing the cough reflex might have damaging effects, especially if the cough is productive." Emrys looked at the bicolored flem near the man's boot. "You should cover your mouth."

Emrys looked away awkwardly, as Arthur tugged the scarf around Emrys' neck up to cover his mouth a little.


Always. Be. Pushing.

Berem studied the wizard fof a long moment. "...Right you are, Magister, right you are. Good advice to be sure. Cover your cough. I shall remember it." The ferryman turned away and mumbled something lost to the wind.

Perception DC 18

Spoiler:
"That one's been the target of too many enchantments I'd wager."


Human Fighter | 10 hp | AC 19 (T15, F14) | F+2 R+4 W+0 | Perception +0 Sense Motive +0

Human Fighter | 10/10 hp | AC 19, T 15, F 14 | Saves F+2, R+4, W+0 | Init +4 | Perception +0 | Sense Motive +0

Chern cuts himself some old cheese from his rations and munches on it, eventually feeding a bit to the mule he's got with him.

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Description: Chern is a rugged-looking individual, black hair and eyes, unshaven. He's dressed like some kind of hunter or mountain man, with hides and a bear trap hanging off the mule he's leading.


Human Fighter | 10 hp | AC 19 (T15, F14) | F+2 R+4 W+0 | Perception +0 Sense Motive +0

Perception Check=1d20 + 0 ⇒ (17) + 0 = 17


Emrys Human Wizard 1 | 11/11 hp | AC 10, T 10, F 10 | Saves F+1, R+2, W+2 | S10, D11, C12, I20, W10, Ch10 | Init +0

Emrys Human Wizard 1 | 11/11 hp | AC 10, T 10, F 10 | Saves F+1, R+2, W+2 | S10, D11, C12, I20, W10, Ch10 | Init +0
Perception roll 1d20 ⇒ 18


Emrys Human Wizard 1 | 11/11 hp | AC 10, T 10, F 10 | Saves F+1, R+2, W+2 | S10, D11, C12, I20, W10, Ch10 | Init +0

Emrys shook his head in small furtive gestures.
"No enchantments. Mother said I am special all on my own, not enchanted, or cursed....mother had me tested."


Male Human Skald 1 | 14/14 hp | AC 17, T11, F11 | Saves F+4, R+1, W+2 Ini-+1 percp-+4

Balder moved fluidly for his giant bulk. He wove expertly between knots of waiting passengers, smiling sweetly for the ladies and bowing deeply for the men. All without missing a note.
Money was on his mind, and he'd need more of it.


Male Half Orc Druid 1 | 7/10 hp | AC 17, T12, F16 | Saves F+5, R+3, W+6 I +2 Per +9

Dakkar Half Orc Druid 1 | 10/10 hp | AC 17, T12, F15 | Saves F+5, R+3, W+6

A quiet murmur rose from rose from the men of the caravan as a green skinned half orc made his way onto the ferry. Barefoot and wearing overalls and a large grin he greeted the ferryman merrily.
"Howdy Berem, hows the ferryin bidness"? he drawled as he pulled out a bundle from the wicker basket on his back, and without waiting for an answer continued "The usual, Rainbow trout with lemongrass and dill" and dropping into a hushed tone and leanin in close to the ferryman he continued "and some of my special pipeweed. Some of the best i've grown. GrandPappy would've been proud" With a conspiratorial wink the strange half orc moved past Berem and took up a comfortable lean on the railing at the front of the ferry and began packing a small corn cob pipe.


Male Rogue 1 | 8/11 hp | AC 14, T12, F12 | Saves F2, R4, W0| Init 2 | CMD 12 | Per 4

Siting in the corner spinning a copper coin across his fingers Sleight of Hand 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13, Orderic relaxes with a nice cold meed. The afternoon performance had a good turn out, a sunny day always brings out the gullable marks.


Always. Be. Pushing.

Berem's face paled as he realized the wizard had heard his words. "Um, words spoken in jest.....I meant nothing by...." The timely arrival of a green-skinned half-orc clad in overalls allowed him to slip a few steps away from the strange arcanist.

"The ferry business is much like the caravan business. Flies and the smell of horse dung but without the benefits of changing scenery."

The ferryman chuckled at his own little joke. A melody carried on the air and he watched the minstrel meander among the ferries other passengers, the bawdy tavern tune replaced with something ethereal and haunting.

Berem studdied each of the men in turn. Interesting caravan guards. A strange wizard. A half-orc yokel. A minstrel. Berem studied the last of the four, the man's dark eyes missing nothing as he munched on a chunk of cheese. Skins and traps hung from the saddle of the man's mule. and a true warrior, a hunter. I wonder what brings them to the Hollow?


Always. Be. Pushing.
Orderic Vitalis wrote:
Siting in the corner spinning a copper coin across his fingers Sleight of Hand 1d20+6, Orderic relaxes with a nice cold meed. The afternoon performance had a good turn out, a sunny day always brings out the gullable marks.

The owner of Jak'a'Napes thumped down into the seat across from Orderic, mead sloshing over the rims of the pair of tankards he held. He slid one across the tabletop and took a deep draw from the other "That was well done, Orderic, a sight not soon forgotten by the folk of the Hollow I'm sure. A fair turnout tonight too. A welcome surprise given how many have come down ill of late."

Seeing Oleric's brow furrow, Jak pressed on. "You haven't heard? Dozens lie abed and the church of Iomedae stands helpless against the affliction. Our own Magistrate is dead, put to grass as we speak in the north meadows. Hale to hole in a week. The herbalist.....Laurel, I beleive her name is, is working on a cure but I fear it will come to late for many. Dark days to be sure."

Jak forces a grin. "But warm mead and warmer reception. Let such talk fall away from concern."

Somewhere in a taverns far corner, someone began to cough, a wet, hacking wheeze. "There's a man in need of a drink. Be right with you, Sir."


Emrys Human Wizard 1 | 11/11 hp | AC 10, T 10, F 10 | Saves F+1, R+2, W+2 | S10, D11, C12, I20, W10, Ch10 | Init +0

Emrys Human Wizard 1 | 11/11 hp | AC 10, T 10, F 10 | Saves F+1, R+2, W+2 | S10, D11, C12, I20, W10, Ch10 | Init +0

Emmys paid little heed to the words of the ferryman. He hadn't understood the meaning behind the man's words to begin with, and now that the man had explained it to be a joke Emrys had lost all interest. He never had understood "jokes".

The smells of the ferryman and the river and the coughing and the noise had begun to bother Emrys. He started to shake back and forth, unable to settle down in his spot near the front of the crowd. Arthur reached up from Emrys scarf and placed a small paw on the boys mouth. Without thinking, Emrys pulled a chunk of bread from his pocket and began to feed himself and the weasel. All the while his eyes flicked from person to person amongst the crowd. Counting faces, and burning them into his mind, a standard exercise that the Mistress had taught him years ago to settle his anxiety in strange places.

Gradually the shaking stopped and Emrys and his weasel ate in contented silence.


Male Half Orc Druid 1 | 7/10 hp | AC 17, T12, F16 | Saves F+5, R+3, W+6 I +2 Per +9

Dakkar Half Orc Druid 1 | 10/10 hp | AC 17, T12, F15 | Saves F+5, R+3, W+6

"Interestin' pet you have there pardner" said a drawling voice, single handedly destroying the young wizard's solitude. "Mustela erminea, or sum such critter. Mostly carnivorous these fellers, so it's durn peculiar to see 'em eating bread" The broadly grinning Half Orc proffered a jagged piece of raw fish to the weasel "This'll keep his coat shiny and waterproof"


Always. Be. Pushing.
Balder Crimsonsong wrote:

Balder moved fluidly for his giant bulk. He wove expertly between knots of waiting passengers, smiling sweetly for the ladies and bowing deeply for the men. All without missing a note.

Money was on his mind, and he'd need more of it.

Balder's Perception 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21

As Balder weaved through those waiting for the ferry, he began to notice small details that disquieted him. Several of the men bore bruises or crudely stitched wounds and the fine jewels of a woman he had first taken for minor aristocracy revealed themselves to be mere paste and gilt under the bright sunshine. A few ragged threads from a torn seam spoiled the draping cloth of her gown, as well.

Everywhere he looked, he saw poverty propped up as affluence. Mended clothes in place of new. Hollowed cheeks.

Falcon's Hollow bustled with lumber work , he thought. Where is all the money?


Emrys Human Wizard 1 | 11/11 hp | AC 10, T 10, F 10 | Saves F+1, R+2, W+2 | S10, D11, C12, I20, W10, Ch10 | Init +0
Dakkar "Muddy" Mudwater wrote:

"Interestin' pet you have there pardner" said a drawling voice, single handedly destroying the young wizard's solitude. "Mustela erminea, or sum such critter. Mostly carnivorous these fellers, so it's durn peculiar to see 'em eating bread" The broadly grinning Half Orc proffered a jagged piece of raw fish to the weasel "This'll keep his coat shiny and waterproof"

"Arthur likes fish," Emrys nodded, not quite looking at the figure before him. "But he's smaller. His tail isn't so long." The small weasel swallowed back the fish quickly, licking his paws clean of the fishes oil in seconds. The small reddish critter hopped up and down on the young wizard for a moment and the boy nodded and preferred another chunk of bread to the large Half Orc. "Mother never wanted me to have pets, didn't think it was wise. But Mistress disagreed. Arthur likes to share, Mother likes Arthur now. Would you like some of our bread? We should share."

Emrys, still not looked over the water, anxious to be on his way as he muttered softly to himself, "Mustela Nivalis likes to share."


Human Fighter | 10 hp | AC 19 (T15, F14) | F+2 R+4 W+0 | Perception +0 Sense Motive +0

Chern simply looks around, taking in all the scenery. He nods a bit to Dakkar.


Always. Be. Pushing.

The ferry soon returns and bumps smoothly into its berth on the riverbank despite the speed of the waters flow, a move no doubt practiced untold times before your arrival.

Your wagon is soon loaded and the ferry moves surredly across the span, approaching the cluster of wooden buildings on the far bank at a slow but steady pace.

Thumping to rest once more on the other side, the wooden ramp at the ferrys prow swings down and the other passengers move off into Falcon's Hollow, each to their own desires.

No sooner have your boots stepped from the deck of the river ferry to the muddy bank of the foaming river than a stooped figure slithers from the shadows of a nearby alley. Heavily wrapped in layers of tattered black and grey robes despite the heat of the day, the man moves directly towards you with purpose. His face is thin and pale, almost wan, and his dark eyes seem set slightly too far apart, his nose overlarge.

“Good friends but newly acquired! The gods favor you this day in my happening upon your path to allow this fortuitous meeting.” The man glances about before opening his robes with a flourish, revealing several amulets sewn onto the garments inner surface.
“Wards and balms I offer you, proof against the recent phage that has claimed so many. The making of which comes at great cost and difficulty. You’ve a discerning eye and I find my heart over given to acts of generosity so I offer you an amulet for the low, low price of 5 silver pieces. Today only. This is a limited time offer and while supplies last and not open to further negotiation. What say you?”

"Taken so many?"

Spoiler:
"Ah, I forget myself. A pox lies upon us. A hacking cough that leads to death in the old, the weak, and the unlucky. I would see you spared that fate."

Yes

Spoiler:
“You’ve wisdom far beyond your modest span of years. May this ward serve you in these trying times and beyond. I am here each seven day upon the setting of the sun. It may be we can conduct more business in the days to come. Marigus Gannu, I am honored to be named.”

No

Spoiler:
“Feh. Spare me from fools wet from more than river foam. You value your lives less than five pieces of silver? We are in agreement. Trust your fate to Laurel then and see how that serves you.” The man shuffles off, muttering and cursing under his breath.


Emrys Human Wizard 1 | 11/11 hp | AC 10, T 10, F 10 | Saves F+1, R+2, W+2 | S10, D11, C12, I20, W10, Ch10 | Init +0

Emrys, didn't like the look of the strange man before him and wanted nothing more than to be on his way.
"Need to have all the facts, or the medicine might be bad. Mother says you should always take your medicine, but only when it is the right medicine." Emrys kept muttering, but his voice had dropped to low to hear easily.

Spoiler:
Casting Detect Magic - if there is genuine magic I will give 5sp, if not, I will mutter "Not medicine"


Male Rogue 1 | 8/11 hp | AC 14, T12, F12 | Saves F2, R4, W0| Init 2 | CMD 12 | Per 4

So many home are currently empty Orderic thinks to himself. He pockets his coin and makes his way to the door of the pub.. "Oh excuse me, i did not meed to bump into you.! Slight of hand (pick pocket) 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21. he says to a patron, "here use this copper to buy yourself a drink.".
Once in the street he walk down towards the centre of town with the air of a man a on evening stroll. Once away from the pub he looks to see what extra bobbles he managed to walk away with.


Always. Be. Pushing.
Orderic Vitalis wrote:

So many home are currently empty Orderic thinks to himself. He pockets his coin and makes his way to the door of the pub.. "Oh excuse me, i did not meed to bump into you.! Slight of hand (pick pocket) 1d20+6. he says to a patron, "here use this copper to buy yourself a drink.".

Once in the street he walk down towards the centre of town with the air of a man a on evening stroll. Once away from the pub he looks to see what extra bobbles he managed to walk away with.

Orderic slipped into an alleyway and quickly checked the contents of the purloined purse, his excitement turning to disappointment. Eight coppers and a scrap of parchment.

Parchment

Spoiler:
Your boys fall was just a friendly warning. Miss another payment and things get less friendly. We ain't running a charity here. "Pay-Day"


Human Fighter | 10 hp | AC 19 (T15, F14) | F+2 R+4 W+0 | Perception +0 Sense Motive +0

Chern sneers at the vagabond as he shuffles away in disgust.

"Fah! I'll be better off warding illness by spending what little coin I have on strong drink!"


Always. Be. Pushing.
Emrys the Wizard wrote:

Emrys, didn't like the look of the strange man before him and wanted nothing more than to be on his way.

"Need to have all the facts, or the medicine might be bad. Mother says you should always take your medicine, but only when it is the right medicine." Emrys kept muttering, but his voice had dropped to low to hear easily.
** spoiler omitted **

Detect Magic : The amulet does not detect as magical.


Human Fighter | 10 hp | AC 19 (T15, F14) | F+2 R+4 W+0 | Perception +0 Sense Motive +0

Well, I think after that trip, its high time for a strong drink... for our health. I'm heading to yon tavern, who's with me?


Male Half Orc Druid 1 | 7/10 hp | AC 17, T12, F16 | Saves F+5, R+3, W+6 I +2 Per +9

"Sorry cousin, you know I like a more natural relaxation enhancer, and 'sides I have to get these here herbs to Miss Laurel. You have fun though"


Emrys Human Wizard 1 | 11/11 hp | AC 10, T 10, F 10 | Saves F+1, R+2, W+2 | S10, D11, C12, I20, W10, Ch10 | Init +0

"Mother is sick. Everyone is sick, I'm going to see mother, and see if she's sick like everyone, or just sick."


Male Rogue 1 | 8/11 hp | AC 14, T12, F12 | Saves F2, R4, W0| Init 2 | CMD 12 | Per 4

"Well I cannot be to upset with this haul. Cost me 1 copper for 8 new ones. Looks like if I want to make any real coin I will need to start selling some snake oil remedies. That is not really my style though. Now as for group trying to fleece MY marks this I do not like."
Orderic flips a coin and looks at the results. "Docs it is"

Spoiler:

Will attempt to find information on 'Pay-Day' with a
Diplomacy Check 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (13) + 0 = 13
and
Knowledge Local 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18


Human Fighter | 10 hp | AC 19 (T15, F14) | F+2 R+4 W+0 | Perception +0 Sense Motive +0

"You might as well take weasel-boy with you then, he'll probably just get picked on in the bar."

Chern heads off to the tavern.


Emrys Human Wizard 1 | 11/11 hp | AC 10, T 10, F 10 | Saves F+1, R+2, W+2 | S10, D11, C12, I20, W10, Ch10 | Init +0

"You have good eyes. Arthur is a boy, but arthur stays with me. We need to go see Mother. Mother is sick. "


Male Half Orc Druid 1 | 7/10 hp | AC 17, T12, F16 | Saves F+5, R+3, W+6 I +2 Per +9

"Awrite pal, why don't I make sure you get to yo momma safe and sound, and then I get these herbs to Miss Laurel. Lead the way scout "


Emrys Human Wizard 1 | 11/11 hp | AC 10, T 10, F 10 | Saves F+1, R+2, W+2 | S10, D11, C12, I20, W10, Ch10 | Init +0

Emrys didn't react to the words of the Half-orc, instead he simply turned and began to walk away. But there on the young wizard's shoulder sat the weasel. Gesturing emphatically for the large man to follow.

Emmys led on, weaving through the streets to the tiny hovel on the outskirts of town. Emmys approached the door of his childhood home and didn't pause, opening the door and walking into the house.

Emrys's first stop is his old room. He places his carefully packed bag at the end of his bed, exactly as he had it back at the academy. Then he walks to the kitchen and gets a glass of water for Dakkar. "Mother says you must always be polite and offer your guest a drink." Then he'll look for his mother. He actually won't address his father until he sees his mother, and then only if she is unconscious. Hello Mother, I'm home.


Always. Be. Pushing.

Emrys, Dakkar Mudwater
Emrys Family House

Emrys' mother turned her head and looked at him. "Oh, Emrys, you've come home. Handsome, just like your father. I told that Hattie, you'd be just fine -" A fit of coughing shook her too thin frame.

A large man backed into the room, a wooden tray in his hands, "Now you eat all of this broth, Agnetha, and don't let me hear any of your arguments..." He turned and paused, and then set the tray gently down on the bed and then his arms were around Emrys, crushing the young wizard in an embrace and lifting him off his feet. "Oh,...my boy, my boy. You're home."

"Put him down, Emric. You know he doesn't like to be touched."

Emrys found himself back on his feet and face to face with his father. Crow's feet marked the corners of the mans face and there was more salt than pepper in his hair but the two clearly shared a resemblance.

"Who is your friend, Emrys? I hope you've offered him a drink. Be welcome, Sir. Any friend of our Emrys is a friend of ours."

Emrys' father seemed to become aware of the half-orcs presence for the first time. He glanced at Agnetha and then nodded. "We could use some friends about now."


Male Human Skald 1 | 14/14 hp | AC 17, T11, F11 | Saves F+4, R+1, W+2 Ini-+1 percp-+4

Balder turned to Chern, Strong drink at the tavern eh? Now that sounds like my kinda time! Drinking companions are always appreciated. I can tell you about the time that i escaped a mob in freehold, all because of a little misdemeanor regarding a song about their mayor..
Balder scratched his short red beard.
Really thought they would have enjoyed that one, read them wrong i guess. To the tavern!
then i can try and find out why this town is so damn poor, if there's no money to be made. I'll be off before i can put my feet up.

So Chern, you look the woodsman type what brings you to this backwater? Any interesting tales you want woven into majestic song?


Always. Be. Pushing.

Balder Crimsonsong, Chern
Jak'a'Napes

The Jak'a'Napes Inn is a ramshackle wooden building that leans drunkenly towards the stable next door. A portly red-faced man tends bar, a single shock of fire red hair atop his otherwise bald head.

A collection of empty mugs sat before the mountain man and skald, the dust of the road now only a distant memory. Plates of cinnamon-crusted flapjacks sat half-finished among the cups, syrup dripping onto the tabletop.

Townsfolk crowds the other tables, hunched over their own cups, and snatches of their conversatios reached the duo's ears.

"They buried him up on the top slope. The Magistrate is still looking down on the lot of us from up there. Even under, he's over."

"Long as a wagon, it was. Scaled like a dragon and twice as angry. It 'et my best hunting dog. One bite...snap"

"If Laurel can't get a handle on this sickness, our nights of drink are over. Someone said Harmony Sebb got it. And Ternin Forrel too. Dropping like flies."

Nah, don't know him. He musta just hit town. I seen his mule outside before I came in. Traps all over. My guess he's a bounty hunter trying to pass as a simple trapper. Someone's ran off instead of making their payments is my wager."

A man weaved through the crowd, deep in his cups and staggering. As he reached their table, it was clear he wasn't drunk but choking, his face darkening as he clawed at his own neck. Gasping, he collapsed face down, shattering mugs and sending the plates of flapjacks flying.

Jak rushed from the bar. "Make room there. Make room I say!" He rolled the man over onto his back and scoped black slime from his mouth. A long rattling breath filled the sudden silence in the taproom.

Jak fixed his gaze on Chern and Balder. "Get his legs and arms. We've got to get him to Laurel right away."


Always. Be. Pushing.
Orderic Vitalis wrote:


"Well I cannot be to upset with this haul. Cost me 1 copper for 8 new ones. Looks like if I want to make any real coin I will need to start selling some snake oil remedies. That is not really my style though. Now as for group trying to fleece MY marks this I do not like."
Orderic flips a coin and looks at the results. "Docs it is"

** spoiler omitted **

Orderic shook his head as the last of his stolen copper filled the palm of yet another dockworker. Still the information might be useful.

Spoiler:
Boss Payden "Pay-Day" Teedum is an enforcer and right-hand man to the Gavel of the Lumber consortium that runs Falcon's Hollow. He gets his name from the protection payments he forces most of the town to pay.


Emrys Human Wizard 1 | 11/11 hp | AC 10, T 10, F 10 | Saves F+1, R+2, W+2 | S10, D11, C12, I20, W10, Ch10 | Init +0

Emmys stood stock still in front of his father, his eyes fixed on an empty point in space somewhere between them. Arthur scrambled down the young wizard's body, straightening the clothes anywhere the rough hug had disrupted them.

When the weasel had finished his work he skittered across the floor to briefly nuzzle Emric leg before disappearing into the house to complete some unknown task. His clothes straightened again, Emrys broke his silence. "I was polite and got him a drink. Mother always said you should be polite and get your guest a drink. Mother is sick. You called for a wizard, did you call mother a doctor?"

Emmys looked over at the Half-orc,"When someone is sick you should always call a doctor."


Human Fighter | 10 hp | AC 19 (T15, F14) | F+2 R+4 W+0 | Perception +0 Sense Motive +0

(I thought we would intercept Oderick en route to the tavern.)

"And catch what 'es got? Not bloody likely pal!"

Chern steps well away from the fallen, over to the bar. From there he pours himself a shot of whiskey while Jak is busy. He tosses a few coins on the bar to pay for it though.


Male Half Orc Druid 1 | 7/10 hp | AC 17, T12, F16 | Saves F+5, R+3, W+6 I +2 Per +9

Dakkar smiled warmly at the the elderly couple "Yer boy seems a bit of a savant. Never got round to tellin him I was a healer. Real observant that one. If it aint too much of a disturbance I'd be real happy to have a look at ye ma'am"

Heal Check 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23


Male Rogue 1 | 8/11 hp | AC 14, T12, F12 | Saves F2, R4, W0| Init 2 | CMD 12 | Per 4

"Lumber eh? Oh what fun things I can do, but no to soon to burn this town down." Orderic walks down an ally and puts his mask on, adjusts his red cap and smile to himself. Singing Come out come out were ever you are Mr Payden"
slips in to the shadows to begin his search for Pay-Day.

Stealth Check 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15


Always. Be. Pushing.
Dakkar "Muddy" Mudwater wrote:

Dakkar smiled warmly at the the elderly couple "Yer boy seems a bit of a savant. Never got round to tellin him I was a healer. Real observant that one. If it aint too much of a disturbance I'd be real happy to have a look at ye ma'am"

Heal Check 1d20 + 7

Emrys' fathers eyebrows rose at the half-orcs statement. "The local priestess of Iomedae was here the day before yesterday but there was nothing she could do. Still, there's no harm in you taking a look if you've some skill in the healing arts. The local herbalist, Laurel, is also doing all she can as well. I just pray it's not too late."

Dakkar runs a series of tests on Emrys' mother, finally coming to ther conclusion that it's fungal in nature.

Knowledge - Nature: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21

Spoiler:
Blackscour, a kind of water-loving mold that takes to growing in the chest and belly after ingesting unclean water. Victims suffer internal injuries as the mold builds up in the bowel and death surely follows. Dakkar knows no cure for the affliction.


Always. Be. Pushing.
Chern wrote:

(I thought we would intercept Oderick en route to the tavern.)

"And catch what 'es got? Not bloody likely pal!"

Chern steps well away from the fallen, over to the bar. From there he pours himself a shot of whiskey while Jak is busy. He tosses a few coins on the bar to pay for it though.

Jak pointed at Balder. "You then. Get his legs!" The innkeeper turned to a serving girl by the bar. "We're closed, Serena. Settle them up and close it down. By tomorrow's dawn every ear in the Hollow will know the illness is in my halls anyway."


Always. Be. Pushing.
Chern wrote:

(I thought we would intercept Oderick en route to the tavern.)

"And catch what 'es got? Not bloody likely pal!"

Chern steps well away from the fallen, over to the bar. From there he pours himself a shot of whiskey while Jak is busy. He tosses a few coins on the bar to pay for it though.

Serena nods to Jak and scoops Chern's coins off the bar.

"You heard him, everyone. Drink up and see your debts settled. Jak'a'Napes stands closed. You don't have to go home, but you've got to get out of here."

She glanced towards the man lying on the common room floor and looked towards Chern. "Poor bastard. I've heard what it does to you. Eats you from the inside out and you die coughing on your own blood. I'd have done the same in your shoes. Life is too short to tempt fate. Let others take care of themselves. Now finish your drink and be on your way, friend."

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