[Tavern] Tower's Shard 2011

[dimsdale]

Rumbum gets up, places his axe on his shoulder, then follows Pok. ah HA hah. Pok funny

ooc: updating CS. Rumbum Lvl 8 2-handed Weapon Specialist Fighter: Should be done by tomorrow.

 

[WEContact]

OOC: Third, it seems the only sure fire way to mark your exit from our PBP environment is to initiate a long standing thread or post that needs monitoring. I would like to give another quick shout out to @WEContact in that regard.

Oh, hey, was there a loose end I forgot to tie up?

 

[FourMonos]

OOC: Hey [MENTION=69684]WEContact[/MENTION], I hope that means you're back. Just saying you were a great new member of the boards and was sorry to see you go.

The halfling lays a reassuring hand on River's shoulder.

"Greetings, friend. I know of you. Much promise. Do you mind if I examine the patient?"

With River's permission, Shageon places his hand on the chest and the guard's body cools down remarkably. He places a finger to the wound, and withdrawals it covered with blood.

He smiles at River, "Got to be careful, sometimes of course. Almost lost my fingers to blood worms once when I tried that once below Khyber's Gate."

Shageon studies the blood, rubbing it between his fingers and sniffs it. His hand glows softely with a golden glow.

"Impressive," he concludes. "Somebody has way too much time on their hands. There are aspects of grim powder... mixed with flesh rot.. bonded with wyvern blood. Somebody knew what they were doing."

He pauses, watching the blood as it evaporates off his finger in the golden, leaving a black residue.

"What's this?" Shaegan again examines his fingertips carefully. "I don't think I've seen this for years. Maybe before the war..."

He fixes his aged and wrinkled face on River.

"I need my book. If we're going to save this man, I need you to find my book. My place is a few doors down. Library is on the second floor. Take some of these kind folks with you. The more hands and eyes the better."

Shageon turns back to the guard, focusing his hands over his heart.

"Don't take too long."

As the group starts to walk away, he comments, "Or you could just bring back the antidote."

OOC: Everyone ready to go?

 

[Voda Vosa]

Muzdum takes the newfound drink. "Lad, thankye, just wha me needed." The dwarf stands up, and eyes Rumbum, thinking he is one of the orcs he just beaten. "Oi, so ye still standin'? Impressive! Let's share a drink and celebrate!" The dwarf says and follows the orc.

 

[Velmont]

"It is an honor to meet you, Master Shageon. I've heard a lot about you." tells River as he gives place to the halfling. "I've been working a lot during the Last War, and after it, but my speciality is wounds and infection. I know what most Jorasco healers know about poison, but that poison is out of my league."

He fixes his aged and wrinkled face on River.

"I need my book. If we're going to save this man, I need you to find my book. My place is a few doors down. Library is on the second floor. Take some of these kind folks with you. The more hands and eyes the better."

Shageon turns back to the guard, focusing his hands over his heart.

"Don't take too long."

As the group starts to walk away, he comments, "Or you could just bring back the antidote."

"I can. I guess you don't have that kind of antidote ready in your pharmacy and we will need to gather what is needed to gather the proper components." replies River.

 

[CaBaNa]

When the possible danger has passed, Pok hops off his perch and scrambles quickly to River's side; beckoning with one finger toward the Shifter. As River leans in, Pok begins whispering with his hands around his mouth. River, let me come! Courier work would help me think more clearly, then I'll go file the update to the missing persons report... the gnome leans back, his lip quavers slightly, eyes pleading like a puppy at the dinner table.

 

[renau1g]

"Well if you need a strong arm, Ulvellyn and I are availble to aid you" the knight declares evenly, gesturing to the large sword standing against the far wall where he left it.

 

[stonegod]

The halfork, who has been keeping his oversized gauntlet-fist on the body as instructed, looks with fascination at the current of magic the old halfling demonstrates. I go. Okay. He doesn't seem to understand "no".

 

[Walking Dad]

OOC: This is the high level game that is currently filling up, right. Have fun.

 

[Velmont]

"Listen up, that could be a cake walk, but I doubt. The assassin is now gone, and a group is after him from what Varis told me, but if he took so much trouble creating this kind of poison, I don't doubt this assassin, and probably the organization behind him, will make sure he dies from it. That mean we might find opposition on our path.

Rumbum, you and your new friend... and you." He tells to Amarande "You can come to carry the book needed, and maybe defend us in case my suspicion become true... damned those Khyberist have made me paranoid.

Pok, I'll need your help to find the necessary work, and probably note all the thing we need to gather if we make the antidote ourselves.

And you..." River looks at Tondrek "... you seems good at healing..." and then look at his mace hand "... you are a self-forged, right? You artificer art might come handy, who knows."

"So, Master Shageon, do you wish us to come back with the books or the antidote? I think you have a team ready to help you."