Airwalkrr's Shatterscape IC (Cooperative Design-As-You-Go PBP)

[Deuce Traveler]

No, sir. I'll trust myself to my axe, but thank you." With that Kleb leaves to purchase some small supplies for the road.

OOC:
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I'd like to buy a week's worth of rations, waterskin, backpack, flint and steel, 4 torches, and a coil of rope for the trip. I should have the coin now to cover it.
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[airwalkrr]

[sblock=OOC]That equipment is all readily available at a provisions store for the standard prices listed in the PH. Simply note the changes on your character sheet in the Rogue's Gallery.

Also, I haven't heard from hafrogman in a while, so I will NPC his character for the time being.[/sblock]"Um, before we head off elsewhere, perhaps we could stop back at the inn. I seem to have misplaced my knapsack," the dwarf says.

Agreeing amongst you that it wouldn't take long to fetch the dwarf's knapsack, you return to the Crookside Inn. When you enter, the innkeeper is absolutely beside himself. "You survived!" he cries in astonishment, "Well Lawgiver bless me soul, but I thought ye were goners. Oh!" he perks up as if suddenly remembering something, then moves behind the bar to retrieve something. "Master dwarf, I believe you left this here last night. Well, all's well that ends well isn't it? Tell me, what happened after you left. There was an awful ruckus coming from outside and someone banged on my door, but of course it was too dangerous te open doncha see, so I was left quite in the dark as te yer fates. I even went oot lookin' this mornin' te see if there be any trace of ye, but found only blood stains a few alleys away."[sblock=OOC]This is also Michael's opportunity to jump in as he can overhear the conversation.[/sblock]

 

[GlassEye]

"Well, Olindar..." begins Arden. She snaps her mouth closed and presses her lips tightly together, crosses her arms, and peers intently at the innkeep. Was he involved? Her head jerks in a minute shake; she couldn't tell.

[Guilty!]

She smiles at the man and forces herself to relax. "We survived. I should have listened to you; it was quite foolish running out after your friend. Krethan, wasn't it? I'm sure you'll be pleased to know that she survived as well."

 

[Deuce Traveler]

Kleb purchases a week's worth of rations, waterskin, backpack, flint and steel, 4 torches, and a coil of rope for the trip before they leave the marketplace (character sheet updated). He also hands the suit of scale mail to the party barbarian, Kylest, since he could most benefit.

When Arden speaks Kleb follows her lead, "Yes, that's correct. We saw her briefly and she seemed well enough. It was pretty dark out in much of those alleys and darned if my clumsy self didn't bump into quite a few things. It's this bum leg, you see. And that was us banging on the door, but do not worry. We were able to hide ourselves through the night and remain safe."

 

[Kenku17]

Micheal listens to the conversation from the bar, noting the events from last night, for now not trying to intercede.

 

[airwalkrr]

"Thank you," Kylest grunts, for now resisting the urge to go through his knapsack and make sure everything is there.

"I must say I'm still in a wee bit o' shock to see that ye all are looking so well. Except for you, master dwarf. My, but ye're garments 're all bloodied!"

Unable to think of anything else, Kylest mutters, "Must've slipped in the streets."

Olindar makes a queer look at the dwarf, but shakes his head and continues, "An' ye say Krethan survived as well? It be a miracle from the Lawgiver, 'tis true. A cause for celebration methinks. Will ye have a draught of whiskey with me before ye go?"

At this, Olindar pulls out several cups and a clay jug from behind the counter, pouring you each a small bit. "Cheers!" he says with a smile, taking a short swig from the jug himself.

 

[Deuce Traveler]

"Cheers!" Kleb shouts back heartily and gives the cup a quick swig. He takes the opportunity to get closer to Michael, then his face grows somewhat serious.

He asks just above a whisper, "I'm sorry, but I noticed you here last night. When we left we were ambushed by the woman we followed and planned to help. I'm not sure why she was after us as most of us are new in the town, but she was surely determined. Is there anything you can tell us about people acting strangely in this bar before or after our arrival?"

 

[GlassEye]

Arden cautiously takes the little cup and downs the liquid. She coughs, hands the cup back to Olindar, and wipes her eyes. "Ah, thank you. I'm sure Kylest is glad you kept his bag safe. We'll be leaving..." She trails off as she sees Kleb has entered a private conversation with one of the inn's patrons.

 

[Kenku17]

"Cheers!" Kleb shouts back heartily and gives the cup a quick swig. He takes the opportunity to get closer to Michael, then his face grows somewhat serious.

He asks just above a whisper, "I'm sorry, but I noticed you here last night. When we left we were ambushed by the woman we followed and planned to help. I'm not sure why she was after us as most of us are new in the town, but she was surely determined. Is there anything you can tell us about people acting strangely in this bar before or after our arrival?"

"Not that I know of." Micheal whispers back "The bartender was rather shook up by all of this, but I didn't notice anything else."

 

[airwalkrr]

Kylest downs the whiskey as well saying, "Thanks again." He then turns to leave with Arden and the others, but he is nearly bowled over by a pale woman with long silvery hair rushing inside. She is clearly wearied but still she dashes over to Olindar and speaks, as if gasping, "The Defender...where?"

Olindar looks a bit startled and points over to Michael sitting by the fire. She makes a move over to him but collapses halfway onto the floor. Olindar lets out a wail and rushes to her side. As he calls for someone to get a towel and pitcher of water, you move closer to see she is barely breathing. One of the other patrons has fetched a pitcher of water and Olindar is now dabbing it gently onto her head while beckoning Michael closer. As he moves to her side, he grabs his hand. Her grip is firm, but failing. "Defender...must cast...neutralize...poison spell...the red...red-haired woman...she lied...this morning...fell ill..."

With these last words the woman passes out. Olindar orchestrates some of the other patrons to pick her up carefully and move her to a bed. He then looks seriously at Michael and asks, "Young one, do ye know the spell she speaks of?"