Roderic looks curiously at the newcomer, who seemed to go blank for a moment, before answering the woman. "Alas, lady, I am no priest... should you need spiritual guidance, either the Holy Father" he gestures to the priest "or my friend Brother Grok" he points to the half-orc "can help you. I am trained as a warrior. But I should be flattered that I look more like a healer than a slayer." His hazel-green eyes glitter with humor.
"Oooh how foolish of me! Ha ha ha! Sorry for my mistake young warrior.." she replies with a tinkling voice.
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"May I ask who it is you seek?"
"hey, you curious boy!!.. tss tss.. I hardly know you and besides I heard more pressing matters, about this place, rumours of strange deaths or murders.. do you know more?.."
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Grok rolls his eyes as more people continue to show up. When Roderic explains that he is not a priest the half-orc nods. "Yes. He holy warrior, Grok priest. And Grok still ready to go."
Not knowing if he just insinuated that the lady should go with them or not, he ensures clarification. "Grok not mean you go. Pretty lady stay here, not get hurt."
Rosalia's tone is a bit more neutral when she replies to Grok: "Hello Grok. Thanks for the clarification.. and your concern, but actually I can fend for myself.. As I said I heard rumours and I came to this.. lovely village to provide my support."
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"Jakobee Cyr." The dusky skinned man says as he smiles and gives Rosalia a courtly bow. "And I will help out. It sounds like a curse is upon the land" A small smile crosses his face. "and it is within my blood to fight such evils."
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Spoiler:
Any planar or religious knowledge lore on similar mutated animals? Demon warpings? Chaos gods? Far Realms?
OOC: Everyone can make a Planar or Religion knowledge check here.
John
The more he stares at it, the more sure John is that the pole supporting the sunburst has in fact a glossy black finish rather than simple wood. It is hard to see however, as though he can only really see it out of the corner of his eye just before he looses sight turning his head. Everyone
The priest senses the agitation in the room. "Well, I suppose you folks want to get on with your respective buisness. For those of you looking to go ogre-thumping, I can point out where a good place to start looking is." To those who show interest, the old priest points out the large bay window designed to maximize the glory of Pelor's brilliance in the church. He gives directions similar to those given by the town farrier to Thrindar. "Pelor has truly blessed us this day, with so many souls willing to confront evil on our behalf. I had been keeping these for emergencies, but by His will I think you should have them if your forthcoming victory is less than perfect." The old priest goes to a small locked box on a shelf in his office and removes some small item. He returns and hands five tiny wafers to Grok. "These are blessed by Pelor. The one with colored sprinkles on it will restore your body and mind, while the others will close your wounds. Share them as you see fit. Pelor be with you."
Roderic shakes his head at the woman's evasive answer. How is one to help if she will not speak? But that is her personal business. He turns to hear the priest's instructions. "Thank you, holy father. Grok, I am with you. Time to go find this ogre and its evil henchmonsters."
"I personally don't think the ogre is the problem, neither the kobolds. With many things happening out there, it will probably be something pulling strings from behind the curtain. Although killing ogres is not a task I disgust, it could prove more efficiently to search for causes rather than run directly to battle." the blunt man points out. "It's just a suggestion"
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Mri'Thas: "Useless primates... " Sheng Zim: "Your existence brings the world out of balance. The chaos I bring shall revert it; unfortunately, your soul will be destroyed in the process."
-------------------------------------- Tuk Heavy Hands Apeldan: "Trolls are afraid to cats. Good to know" (Yttermayn's "Saga of the Dragon Cult") Cnosos: "I bet there's plenty of wonderful devices in that ship. Let's scavenge them at once!" (Blackrat's "After Earth") Metliz: Sounds like fun! (Arkandus's "The First") Thok: "Thok eats a lot, Thok big. Thok not good at first impressions." (MnL's "Valley of the Dead")
Grok looks at the lady unsure what to think of the pretty one who was slight of build and in a very odd looking hat. He was very sure though that she was not going to be able to take care of herself and decided that he was going to need Pelor's help in protecting her in the future.
He took the items from the priest and nodded his understanding. He looks at Roderic and answers his request with somewhat of an mischevious smile.
As he turns and begins to head towards the door, he stops and looks back to the priest. "You say troll come with us?"
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"... "I am very sorry. I interrupted at least one conversation here." Holy father," he addresses the priest that answered his question," I wish to speak further, when there is a spare moment."
... contemplating the vision of his grandfather fighting an ancient evil ...
[ooc]was ther to be a response to my request to speak to the priest alone? also, what was the name of his grandfather?[/ooc
"I personally don't think the ogre is the problem, neither the kobolds. With many things happening out there, it will probably be something pulling strings from behind the curtain. Although killing ogres is not a task I disgust, it could prove more efficiently to search for causes rather than run directly to battle." the blunt man points out. "It's just a suggestion"
Rosalia looks at all present and listens to their comments. She nods to Tuk's proposal. "'Heavy Hands' is right in my opinion, we need to understand more things before venturing into the place. Like: were some strangers seen recently, are there any local legends, has the town something of value that someone may want to get.. I don't know.. but we need to investigate, and I'm happy to have a go at that.." she says as she removes her hat revealing more of her curly hair before spinning the hat around her hand.
She walks to the priest. "Your.. Holyness, what do you think? Who could provide some answers to these questions? Do you know yourself of some old legends about this place or its surroundings? Is someone locally knowledgeable?.."
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John
John remembers some obscure reference to the "places between the planes" or "places beyond the planes" that he saw once before his master came and shut the book, harshly chiding him for looking into dangerous things beyond his ability to understand. There was a drawing of what appeared to be a man with a mass of tentacles coming out of his stomach.
As far as having a moment to speak to the priest, John realizes that if he intends to have the priests undivided attention, he should wait until the others are finished and on thier way out. At least, that's what Grampy Hans would say. Everyone
As Rosalia spins her hat, the arrow that had been stuck through the band fell out and clattered to the floor. The priest answers Rosalia's question. "About the only thing of note ever to happen out here is an ancient wizards battle some thousands of years ago. We're just too remote to have had much of anything else happen in recent history. But I think the young lady is right. There is something more to this than a cranky ogre. The hills up there... they feel different. They feel... eeevil." he adds with a flourish. The sunlight from the window darkens markedly at just that moment, as if to emphasize the priests words.
Mri'Thas: "Useless primates... " Sheng Zim: "Your existence brings the world out of balance. The chaos I bring shall revert it; unfortunately, your soul will be destroyed in the process."
-------------------------------------- Tuk Heavy Hands Apeldan: "Trolls are afraid to cats. Good to know" (Yttermayn's "Saga of the Dragon Cult") Cnosos: "I bet there's plenty of wonderful devices in that ship. Let's scavenge them at once!" (Blackrat's "After Earth") Metliz: Sounds like fun! (Arkandus's "The First") Thok: "Thok eats a lot, Thok big. Thok not good at first impressions." (MnL's "Valley of the Dead")
OOC: Note that CM made an edit to his previous post, and Scrag has left the main room for the moment. I am going to let the rest of you get a post in before moving on, and will deal with Scrag and John in the meantime. Tomorrow I start my work cycle again, so I can't promise rapid posting rate.
Scrag
Crazy Monkey's eyes only
Seriously, it's for CM!
Yeah, I know I stole this whole nested sblock idea from him, it's only fair...
DUDE. Not cool. Go no further.
Persistant little bugger, ain't yea?
Fine, have it your way. Cheater.
Scrag takes a moment to remember where he hid the tube. Finally the little moth inside his mind flies into the candle flame and explodes into brief brilliance! Scrag reaches into the comode and grabs the tube stuck to the underside of the seat with a wad of chewed-up tar. Cracking open the top, he finds there is nothing inside. Suddenly a voice like the man's who gave Scrag the tube issues from the end of the tube. "Scrag, I had hoped that you would never need this tube, but something has happened. I have watched the area you live near for some time. It has a bad feeling to it. I chose you to be my hands and eyes in the area because you are unique. Ironically, in overcoming your races base nature, you have shown great resiliance in resisting the corruption which I fear you must now face. I am sending someone to aid you in investigating the events which I am sure you must be aware of now. This person will support you with his or her strengths, and you will need to support him or her with yours, both physical and mental. The person who arrived with the arrow is your partner. Other individuals of exceptional talent may also show up. I have seeded nearby areas with rumors and easily eavsdropped conversations designed to draw potential allies to you. Good luck, Scrag. I will be watching and will send you assistance as I am able. One more thing, I have included a gift in the tube..." At that moment, a small, thin ring, too small for Scrags fingers, falls out of the tube. "It is a fang ring. Place it over one of your fangs. I assure you, it won't slip off and be swallowed! Gnash your teeth to activate it's magic. The magic will help you in those times you need to think more clearly and... Oh damn!" There is the sound of some scraping and the clonk of the scroll tube, and the voice, now slightly exasperated finishes "<sigh> If anything I've said confuses you, put the ring on your fang, gnash your teeth, shake the tube three times and listen to the message again." There is a corking sound, and then silence.
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"you mean that sudden darkening of the sun just now?" John shivers "you know, I seam my grandpa Hans wonce telling me of a gret battle between a powerful dragon and a mage. I remember the mage used a sword and staff...a staff much like that one there." he points to the staff below the sunburst in the temple.
"What?" the priest asks. "Oh ho ho, yes I can see, this must be quite the rare 'staff' indeed. Nope, no other staff has ever been made of plain wood before. This certain is quite the find!" he says with good-natured sarcasm.
Roderic automatically scoops up the arrow and hands it to its owner, then looks around amazed as th sunlight seems to dim for a moment. "What in the name of blessed Pelor..."
"Probably a cloud, I just was curious about the timing. Perfect coincidence with his... priestliness prophetic words." Tuk says, simply, shrugging "Are we ready now? We have nothing more to do here... Oh I was forgeting the troll. What was his name again? Scum? Scor? Grag?.... Greg?"
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Mri'Thas: "Useless primates... " Sheng Zim: "Your existence brings the world out of balance. The chaos I bring shall revert it; unfortunately, your soul will be destroyed in the process."
-------------------------------------- Tuk Heavy Hands Apeldan: "Trolls are afraid to cats. Good to know" (Yttermayn's "Saga of the Dragon Cult") Cnosos: "I bet there's plenty of wonderful devices in that ship. Let's scavenge them at once!" (Blackrat's "After Earth") Metliz: Sounds like fun! (Arkandus's "The First") Thok: "Thok eats a lot, Thok big. Thok not good at first impressions." (MnL's "Valley of the Dead")
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