Knightfall's Aerie of the Crow God [Kulan/v3.5] (IC)

[Thanee]

“I can, at the very least, see what I can do,” Sheyla replies, and heads off to take a look at old Wilbur's ailing.


OOC: Heal Check 23 to get an idea (i.e. whether a Remove Disease would help).

[Knightfall]

Originally Posted by Thanee

“I can, at the very least, see what I can do,” Sheyla replies, and heads off to take a look at old Wilbur's ailing.

Your examination of Wilbur quickly determines that he has a severe lung infection brought on by a disease called Red Lung. His skin is blotchy and his eyes are poached like an egg.

He'll die without magical healing... and soon.

Originally Posted by Thanee

OOC: Heal Check 23 to get an idea (i.e. whether a Remove Disease would help).

OOC: Remove Disease will definitely cure the Red Lung. He'll need at least a week of bed rest after that, however, to keep it from coming back.

Originally Posted by Blackrat

Lorien locks the tale to his memory. No doubt with some coloring he could make it more interesting, and use it to win the hearts of peasants in some other village. Then turning his attention back to the conversation he answers. Ah, no. We have not met her ladyship yet, but we are confident that she will welcome our aid.

Waiting for the sherif to arrive, Lorien takes out his lute and rests it on his leg. I hope you don't mind if I play a little. With that he starts a quiet elven tune, not loud enough to bother the conversation.

"Well then you might have some competiton. She's been speaking to a group of mercenaries for several hours today. I think there were four of them... warriors mainly... although one of them might have been an arcanist. He certainly did dress like one." Timmins replies. "They were quite rude while waiting here to speak wit her... rude and impatient. Plus, I had the feeling they were only after coin. They're not heroes but heartless scoundrels as far as I could tell."

Timmins picks up the kettle and pours a cup of tea for both Lorien and Sheyla. "Would anyone else like a cup?"

Before you can answer, the inn's door swings open and a large bear-of-a-man stomps his way in. He shakes rain and sleet off his clothes and swears at the sky behind him. "Sanh, you've ruined my good cloak, you have. God, the weather is almost alive out there."

"Gareth, you big mule. Watch your tongue. Rosie will make you sweep the floor tonight if she hears you cursing at one of the North Gods." Timmins says.

"Timmins, you old fart." Gareth laughs. "You know I respect all the North Gods. Now, who do we have here? More mercs or are these ones heroes?"

Gareth Porthglaze looks at each of your one by one. He tries to be serious but his face is too comical to pull it off. He's like a big puppy looking to play. Still, he's a tough looking man who makes Quinn look small. His gear is well cared for and his sword is a massive blade that hangs across his back.

Then he laughs...

"Welcome to Carnell. I bet you've come to see Elisabeth Pendour. Well, you'll likely have to wait until tomorrow morning. She met with some mercs today and they were quite rude to her. I had to throw them out of the manor and escort them out of town. The louts tried to extort a fortune for their services. Cads, all of them."

Gareth sets his gear on the bar and unstraps his sword from his back. The weapon appears plain but it appears as strong as its wielder.

"Rosie should be around shortly. I saw her crowding her sheep into the town barn. It's going to smell awful in there tomorrow, but it can't be helped. Her private homestead was raided by those damn harpies again. Gods! Harpies... I can't stand those creatures!" He laughs again. "If any of you want to drink something else besides tea then I could use some help bringing in one of the kegs from the back room. The first round is on me! HA!"

Gareth pulls a key from his tunic and walks behind the bar. He doesn't wait for anyone to answer as he unlocks a door and steps inside.

"Some things never change," Timmins sighs with a hint of a smile.


OOC: Sanh is the North God of Wind and Sky, Lord of Thunder, The Stormmaker.

[Voda Vosa]

"I'll help you with that sir. You can call me Quinn, the gladiator." Quinn springs into motion, apparently happy to see such a big man, such a big potential rival. Quinn was one of those stupid persons that look forward to the next challenge, expecting to be harder each time.

[Thanee]

“Well, looks like you saved this man's live,” Sheyla says to Timmins. “I will need a moment of tranquility to ask Corellon for the help that this man needs.”

The elven cleric then looks for a reasonably silent place, where she sits down in meditation and prayer, preparing the spell necessary to cure Wilbur.


OOC: Gladly, I have left one 4th-level slot open, so I can prepare a spell in there later. Takes 15 minutes to do so. Preparing Cure Disease, of course.

[Knightfall]

Originally Posted by Thanee

“Well, looks like you saved this man's live,” Sheyla says to Timmins. “I will need a moment of tranquility to ask Corellon for the help that this man needs.”

The elven cleric then looks for a reasonably silent place, where she sits down in meditation and prayer, preparing the spell necessary to cure Wilbur.

"The Gods be praised," Timmins sighs in relief. "I thank you healer and your deity."

Timmins sits back in his chair listening to Lorien play.

Originally Posted by Voda Vosa

"I'll help you with that sir. You can call me Quinn, the gladiator." Quinn springs into motion, apparently happy to see such a big man, such a big potential rival. Quinn was one of those stupid persons that look forward to the next challenge, expecting to be harder each time.

"Good lad," Gareth replies to Quinn. "We'll share some spirits and good cheer."

The big man takes one end of a large keg and gets Quinn to take the other end. The two of you easily move the ale keg to the bar. Then the town sheriff takes two large mugs from behind the bar and fills one for himself and another for Quinn.

"May the North Gods watch over you all," Gareth toasts the room just as the inn's door opens again and a matronly halfling enters. She is older but still spry. She takes in the view with an ease of one who has seen all sorts. This must be Rosemergy.

"A good toast, Gareth, but I need you to help me set up before you get too drunk." Rosemergy wanders through the inn straightening chairs and shaking hands with you all before heading behind the bar. Gareth nods to the old halfling and goes into the back room one again to bring out more goods including some dry foodstuffs and more wood for the fire.

The door opens again and several more locals enter Gurnard's Arms leaving the rain and wind behind them. They greet Old Rosie and Gareth with the smiles of old friends. Most of them pay no mind to you as they spread throughout the inn sitting together in small groups. Soon the inn is filled with conversation and drinking.

"I'm assuming you five would like rooms. I have a room for each of you if you prefer, which comes with a meal and a bath. There's only one tub, so you'll have to take turns. It's 7 silver for each day and night including the bath or 5 silver if you just want a room and a meal. If you want anything special then now would be the time to ask," Rosie says.

Rosemergy takes out an old ledger and begins to write in it with an inkpen. She motions to each one of you to make your mark in the ledger. She is obviously a no nonsense person and expects her guests to be up front and respectful.

[Voda Vosa]

"For battles ahead, for challenges and for Health of course." Quinn smiles and drink his ale.
"Full services for me madam." Quinn replies to the halfling, a bit astonished by her efficiency.

[Voda Vosa]

OOC: I'm an idiot, disregard.

[Blackrat]

Ah, I have no need for a room, nor breakfast really. Just a place to sit down, and maybe some more of this tea. Though bath does sound tempting. Lorien answers, a little cryptically. Those who have spent some time with him, knows that he doesn't need nourishment due to some magic, which also has cut his need to "sleep" to couple of hours. He does however pay the full 7 silver coins. He has never been too carefull in spending, a fault from rich childhood.

As the room starts filling with people, Lorien picks up the sound and pace of his lute, giving them a free night of entertainment, with limericks and songs that the country folk everywhere love.

[renau1g]

Halmar stands up from his seat, nodding to the older man and thanking him for his tale. He walks over to the counter where the elder-halfling is situated and places a gold piece upon the book.

"Thank you, this is a welcome evening of rest." Halmar says as he makes his mark in the ledger.

The large man will eat his meal while listening to the elf's tune and after the repast, he'll grab his weapon and head up to his room, the weariness of the road weighing on him.

[Thanee]

After a while, Sheyla comes back to the others, having prepared the prayer that will hopefully cure old Wilbert.

[Dog Moon]

"Just a room and a meal for me, thanks," Reneg says as he drops five silver into the woman's hands. After all, he just had a shower. Why would he now need to take a bath? Strange folk, he thinks as he sits back down to relax near the fire. All he needed now was to dry off a little bit and enjoy this quiet time before the real trouble started soon enough.

[Knightfall]

Originally Posted by Thanee

After a while, Sheyla comes back to the others, having prepared the prayer that will hopefully cure old Wilbert.

As your spell settles over Wilbur, his breathing becomes steady and strong. The blotches on his skin seem less pronounced and you're sure that they'll be gone in a few days. Timmins thanks you for your help and motions for you to sit near him whie Lorien plays. He offers you more tea and calls Rosie over with some sweetmeats.

[Knightfall]

Originally Posted by Blackrat

Ah, I have no need for a room, nor breakfast really. Just a place to sit down, and maybe some more of this tea. Though bath does sound tempting. Lorien answers, a little cryptically. Those who have spent some time with him, knows that he doesn't need nourishment due to some magic, which also has cut his need to "sleep" to couple of hours. He does however pay the full 7 silver coins. He has never been too carefull in spending, a fault from rich childhood.

"Thank you very much," Rosie replies. "You're welcome to remain here in the common room until morning. Let me know if you wish to have that bath."

With that, Rosie passes the ledger to her next guest, a local man looking for a night's rest away from from his rundown shack.

Originally Posted by Blackrat

As the room starts filling with people, Lorien picks up the sound and pace of his lute, giving them a free night of entertainment, with limericks and songs that the country folk everywhere love.

The crowd listens intently to your performance. They clap and dance along to the music. Several of the offer to buy you an ale. The night's revelry will be a memorable one for all in attendance.


OOC: Perform rolls: Perform checks - one for singing and one for string instrument. (Sing: 1d20+12=26; String Instrument: 1d20+9=27)

Originally Posted by renau1g

Halmar stands up from his seat, nodding to the older man and thanking him for his tale. He walks over to the counter where the elder-halfling is situated and places a gold piece upon the book.

"Thank you, this is a welcome evening of rest." Halmar says as he makes his mark in the ledger.

Rosie's eyes light up when she sees the gold in front of her. The halfling matron smiles pleasantly to you as you make your mark. "If there is anything else you want deary then just ask. I'm known for my back rubs as long as you don't mind me using my feet."

She flashes you a wink with a laugh before taking the ledger over to Reneg.

Originally Posted by renau1g

The large man will eat his meal while listening to the elf's tune and after the repast, he'll grab his weapon and head up to his room, the weariness of the road weighing on him.

The meal is fair and the company is good. Lorien is in good form tonight. He plays several tunes that you've come to know on the trail with your elven friend.

After having your fill of food and fun, your room is a welcoming place. It isn't large or toasty warm but it is clean, dry and peaceful. You drift off to sleep without much difficulty.

Originally Posted by Dog Moon

"Just a room and a meal for me, thanks," Reneg says as he drops five silver into the woman's hands. After all, he just had a shower. Why would he now need to take a bath? Strange folk, he thinks as he sits back down to relax near the fire. All he needed now was to dry off a little bit and enjoy this quiet time before the real trouble started soon enough.

Rosie thanks you for your patronage and informs you which room is yours at the top of the stairs before she moves back to the bar to deal with several locals seeking food and ale.

The late afternoon quickly turns to night and the conversation's pick up just after sunset. The whole of Carnell seems to make an appearance at Gurnard's Arms that night as word spreads that there is a bard in town.

Lady Pendour does not attend, however.

"What a great night, friends!" Gareth appears near your group near the end of the evening. "I must thank you, Master Lorien, for your great performance. You've lifted our spirits during one of the hardest times in memory. I will be honored to escort you and your friends to the manor to see Lady Pendor in the morning. Unfortunately, I must leave you now. I must be getting home. Family and all that."

The big man shakes hands with each one of you before heading for the door.

"I'll come here to get you just after dawn," he turns and shouts near the door. Then he's out the door and into the night.

It has stopped raining, for now.

The crowd call for one more song before the night ends.

[Thanee]

Sheyla listens to the music played by Lorien, quite appreciative of his art. The elven cleric looks for Wilbur every now and then, seeing that there is no change in his improved condition. When the day finally comes to an end, she also retreats to a room, that she rents from Rosie, to get some rest. On the next day, they would learn more about what trouble the Lady Pendour is in. Hopefully they will be able to help her.

[Voda Vosa]

Quinn heads to his room after drinking too much ale with the bear of a man. He is just happy to sleep in a warm and dry place after he has cleaned away the tiresome of the travel.

[Knightfall]

Originally Posted by Thanee

Sheyla listens to the music played by Lorien, quite appreciative of his art. The elven cleric looks for Wilbur every now and then, seeing that there is no change in his improved condition. When the day finally comes to an end, she also retreats to a room, that she rents from Rosie, to get some rest. On the next day, they would learn more about what trouble the Lady Pendour is in. Hopefully they will be able to help her.

Your room is simple and quiet. The rain has ended and the celebrants have all returned to their houses and homesteads. You easily find the rest you need in this sanctuary of peace.

Originally Posted by Voda Vosa

Quinn heads to his room after drinking too much ale with the bear of a man. He is just happy to sleep in a warm and dry place after he has cleaned away the tiresome of the travel.

Your bleary eyes lead you up the stairs and to the room Rosie points out to you at the end of the hall.

Almost everyone else is asleep or has left the inn. As you pass by Halmar's door, you can here the barbarian snoring away. Sheyla and Reneg retired hours before you while Lorien stays in the inn's common room near the fire, along with several of Carnell's less fortunate including Wilbur, fortified by Sheyla's magic.

Timmins stays with his old friend keeping him warm and dry as possible. Rosie laid out some extra bedding for Old Wilbur and Lorien. Before you stumbled up the stairs, you looked back through the haze of ale and wine to see Timmins sitting in his chair with his sword at the ready, watching Wilbur carefully. The inn will be well protected this night. You can rest easy.

The door to your room is wide open and you stumble in with some guidance from the halfling innkeeper. She watches as you stumble to your bed and plop down onto the dry straw bedding. You hear her close the door behind you as you find sleep through sheer exhaustion and intense intoxication.

Sleep finds you a minute after your eyes close. Tomorrow should be an interesting day.

Night descends on the Thorp of Carnell and all is quiet. No one hears the sound of beating wings carrying evil over the heart of the community. The creature wings away as quickly as it appears heading back towards Gurnard's Head. Its screech is drowned out by the surf pounding the cliff face.


OOC: Your PCs are able to rest without incident. I'll post again tomorrow in order to introduce the new day.

[Thanee]

Sheyla gets up and prepares herself for the day. When dawn breaks, she sits down to pray to Corellon, thanking him for his help for the human and preparing her spells for the coming day.

Once she is ready, Sheyla heads down into the common room. She once more checks on Wilburs condition and then goes to get some breakfast.

[Dog Moon]

Reneg awakens and feels that something is wrong. He reaches over to embrace his beloved, but she is gone. Panicking he is instantly alert and glances wildly about the room, looking for her. Then reality strikes him and he falls back to bed, breathing heavily. Why did he always do that? She was gone; that's why he was here. Foolish Reneg, he thinks.

Tired and with a slight headache, he is nonetheless wide awake. He climbs to his feet, dresses and grabs his equipment, stopping for a brief moment to grab the Stone of Alarm from the door. He once thought the stone was stupid until it alerted him of thieves attempting to enter his room. Smiling faintly in appreciation, he pockets the Stone in his pack and heads downstairs to see how the others fare in the morning.

[Blackrat]

Lorien plays long to the night, first to entertain others, then just for himself when everyone has left. It is the midnight that he loves and one of the reasons he enjoys his ring so much. Eventually, he'll settle in a corner of the common room to meditate. It is again, long before the others have awaken that he is already up, taken a bath and dressed in his best, an outfit of a young elven noble. He's just playing to amuse himself, waiting for his friends to join him and greeting them all cheerily as is his way.

[renau1g]

Halmar will stretch his muscles as he stands up from his comfortable bed. Going through a brief set of stretches to get the feeling back and the blood flowing, Halmar begins to pack up his gear.

The barbarian strides downstairs and is greeted by the elven's tunes, smiling to himself Halmar will grab a seat at the table and nod his approval to Lorien. His stomach begins to rumble, adding a new element to the elf's performance, as Halmar looks around for Rosie.