(Casual D&D) A Game of Trust

[Guilt Puppy]

I also wouldn't mind another chance to talk to Father Premule before we left.

As you set out in the morning, a brief stop-off at the Temple of Heironeous reveals a general disarray -- bags being piled on to carts, young recruits trying to stick to their groups and communicate with others. It seems no one is willing to talk to you, at first... and then you spot Victus, in among the crowd, waiting for you.

"Fendric! Nico! I need to talk to you..."

He jogs over briskly, ducking through the crowd.

"Word came in last night, apparently... They woke us up around midnight to tell us... We thought you were out of town already. It's..."

He holds a thumb to his lip, trying to think of the best way to phrase it.

"They're being kicked out of town. The whole priesthood, half the town guard, Visach's orders. Sent North... Not sure how far. They've been cut off from Jance, but rumor is... Rumor's that they have Father Premule in custody, the secular guard... Say they took him while he was leaving Jance, and nobody knows where they heard it, but it's what they're saying. Some say it was in Jance. Either way, I think he had time to get the letter... But I guess no one know's for sure. Except Milos. If he's still alive." Victus shrugs.

Suddenly his face grows a little more concerned, and his eyes dart back and forth past you.

"Where's Aerda?"

(OOC - As far as re-recruitment, I'm completely open to it, if you feel we need more players... Three is a little short, but it at least means that (when group action is needed) there are fewer chances it'll stop up... But then, when one person is gone for a time, I guess that is a bigger loss.

As far as 3.5 is concerned, I'll take it by vote... If either Festy or dp want it, then it's 3.5, otherwise, it's 3.0... Makes no big difference to me, although don't be surprised if I flub a few times when we get back to the rolling game.)

 

[Uriel]

OoC:My official vote is for 3.5, then. The player that I mentioned is a friend that I have gamed with in RL since 1989.He's becoming fanatical about ENWorld-he calls me daily asking 'why doesn't X player post more often? Let's get this thing going etc...no problem with him posting)

 

[Festy_Dog]

[ooc: I too vote 3.5, seems pretty kewl to me.]

Nurthk nods.

"Well then, it would be in our best interests to rescue Premule then I'll assume," he says, "When do we start out for Jance?"

 

[dpdx]

[I can't go 3.5 yet, as I only have the SRD and no way to convert my character, or to know what my PC can even do. Maybe next month.]

Fendric is taken aback at the sight of Victus, and then further again at the bad news. "I fear I'm a novice at the political machinations of Kings and Visachs, but it seems to me, quite plainly, that the Visach has been corrupted by Thedoric. I fear we are too short in number to rescue Father Premule, but perhaps we can get a message to him from the Temple of Pelor. After that, I suggest we go west, as we had originally planned. In the end, we may have to raise an army to restore this town to goodness, Pelor help us all."

At the question about Aerda, Fendric's eyes point at the ground: "Aerda left to dispose of that ring. I have no idea when he'll be back, but I already miss him."

 

[Uriel]

OoC: dpdx, I would happily convert/scan pages/type changes/whatever for you.

 

[Guilt Puppy]

(OOC - dp, I'll be going by the SRD if we do 3.5, myself... It's complete enough that everyone should be able to get by. If this isn't an option for you, though, we can wait on any conversion.)

Victus purses his brow briefly, then remembers. "Oh yeah, the ring. Why, I ask? He seemed quite attached to the thing, to me."

Meanwhile, a young cleric stalks his way over to the group, looking a little Premule. He moves in, talking to Nurthk.

"Excuse me, did you say something about a rescue party? Because there's more than a few here who'd go with you, if you did."

 

[dpdx]

[Fellas, I'm touched. Sure, go 3.5. I'll send my stat block to Uriel 3.0 style, and he can tell me if anything has changed, and in the meantime, I'll use the SRD until I can manage enough caysh to pick up the 3.5 book, which I should do eventually, anyway.]

Fendric smiles at Victus: "Well, and may the Radiant One forgive my understatement, it was being a little... counterproductive. It ended up giving Niccolo here nightmares, and I couldn't even speak frankly to Father Premule while it was within earshot. So we decided to convince Aerda to send it away, and when Astrule wouldn't carry it, Aerda concluded that we were right, and that he needed to do the deed if it were to be done. We haven't heard from him since yesterday. I hope it hasn't swallowed him up!"

Fendric smiles a little less at this last remark, and turns to face the Heironian clergy [on edit: oh yes, he did, you forgetful little player ]. "Where do you suspect they might have taken Father Premule? My guess is that he went into the woods north of here, as he seemed to have a problem with the cleric of Wee Jas who was keeping his guard. I never had the chance to speak to him of our mission..." Fendric trails off wistfully.

 

[Uriel]

OoC: My email is bluehead69@yahoo.com dpdx. Oh, the torture...must not advertise that I sell RPGs while here...out of respect for ENWorld...Ok, that passed.

IC: 'Rescue Mission, eh? Count me in! Niccolo sews a few more details on his Banner. A rescue mission was just what the Company of the White Owl needed...well, and maybe a White Owl for a mascot...

 

[Festy_Dog]

Originally posted by Guilt Puppy
"Excuse me, did you say something about a rescue party? Because there's more than a few here who'd go with you, if you did."

"I'd be happy to take part in a rescue attempt, just gotta make sure the others are comfartable with that," Nurthk relplies.

 

[Guilt Puppy]

The young Heironian nods, eying around suspiciously. You realize there are a handful of secular guards -- high-ranking ones, Nurthk will recognize -- in the mix, who seem primarily interested in inspecting the baggage of the exiles.

To Fendric: "I think there's a strong chance that you are right. No doubt the cultists --" he says the word with a particular distaste "are involved. And Cheraul would have too much shame, to bring him here, to the courts he once watched over..." There is a clear bitterness in the young cleric's voice, but he swallows it, then speaks more clearly.

"I'll talk to some of the others... There's a town to the Northeast, Haddal. It's been empty since the crops stopped growing, but most of it's still standing -- it's in a big bowl in the earth, easy to find. If you want this, meet us at sunset in the basement of the old temple there --" he nods toward Fendric and Hiritus, splitting his fingers to point at both. "Your temple."

With that he goes back to his own business, laughing quietly, as though he had just told a joke.

Hiritus looks to Fendric. "I say we meet them there. Father Premule has always been a just and reasoned man, from what I've seen. And perhaps, now, he can shed some light on our greater mission."