Clutches of Evil - IC: Chapter Two

[Nonlethal Force]

The man's eyes shift around to the shadows of the rest of the party as they are barely visible. "Now don't take me for a fool, but many a thief can get their hand on a symbol like that, friend." He pauses a moment and actually looks at the symbol as it catches his eye. "Although I'll admit I've not ever seen one like that before. Course, that might just mean ya made it up yourself fer all I know. Priests be missin' that's for sure. Temple's been locked for weeks while they've been gone. My ole bag thinks they come back, but I think they're dead. You're safe from whatever took them above ground, though. Nobody's found harm from anything but the wild animals above ground. Just below is what ails ya."

 

[unleashed]

Keryth, Male Drakontos Cleric

*Keryth grasps his holy symbol and calls upon Bahamut for light, causing a coin he takes from his pouch to glow...the light from which illuminates his companions slightly.*

“Well, I imagine I can do little other than that, to convince you that the symbol is mine, sir. Though I’d be happy to offer healing, in the name of Bahamut, if anyone here is in need.”

 

[Nonlethal Force]

The man smiles, seemingly a bit more at ease with the increased light, but still unwilling to budge about opening the door. "Your offer for healing is well heard, sir, but I keep my house in tip-top shape. We've no need of healing at the moment. In fact, other than my woman missing occasional prayer in the chapel I've not missed the priests too much since they've been gone. Of course, some of the more injury prone miners have."

 

[unleashed]

Keryth, Male Drakontos Cleric

Keryth shrugs off the continued refusal, understanding the sentiment behind it. “If you could direct me to the residences of such miners then, I would like to offer my aid if I can and perhaps they might offer shelter in return...unless you think they also would prefer to meet strangers in the light of day.”

 

[jkason]

Byntrou, roguishly sorcerous barbarian

Byntrou's eyebrows crease as he listens to the exchange between Keryth and the apparent caretaker of the temple.

"Human religions--not my forte and all, of course--but isn't it a tradition for such places to provide shelter and sanctuary to people? With the priests gone, this man's meant to represent the church, I should think. Otherwise, he's little more than a squatter, yes?"

 

[D20Dazza]

"Exactly my thoughts petik" Bahruul rumbles as he steps into the light. Leaning forward he smiles at the man staring through the hole in the door and says "And if you are not a priest, and this is a house of Gods, then surely friend Keryth has every right to seek shelter here, much more of a right than you, he being a servant of a God and all" leaning back the large bous flexes his muscles "sturdily built door is it?" he says eyeing it off suggestively.

 

[Nonlethal Force]

The man behind the door answers, "He may be a servant of the gods and he may not. We've no legitimate proof of that. No offense, sir. Anyone can make a symbol these days and hang it around their neck. And any good or evil wizard who worships no god can make magic. But as for miners needing healing, try four houses down. I think that one was in a horrible accident a few days ago. Lost a leg in a tunnel collapse, they say."

 

[unleashed]

Keryth, Male Drakontos Cleric

“Well, I’ll head down that way then, and see if there’s anything I can do...good evening to you, sir,” Keryth declares, heading in the direction indicated.

 

[jkason]

Byntrou, roguishly sorcerous barbarian

Byntrou frowns as the group moves down to the miner's house.

"I keep meeting Gah'irr-kei'uhk who seem to have such troubles trusting identity. First that bowmaker, now this fellow. I thought it was just me, but do they look all the same to each other, too?" he says. Then he winks to Destiny and flashes the briefest bit of a smile.

 

[Nonlethal Force]

Destiny replies as they walk, "Well, all I can say is thank the gods that you and Bahruul have different color hair and aren't near the same size ..."

At the miner's house, a simple knock on the door raises a call from the inside. This time, it is a woman's voice that mutters something unintelligible on the way to the door. The door opens violently and the party is confronted by a rather portly woman in a simple dress. She wears an apron that would probably completely encompass Keryth's waist but looks like a baby's bib on her. Although she likely only stands about five and a half feet tall, it appears as though she weighs at least 250 pounds - if not closer to 300. Her feet point out as she stands.

"Watcha need, strangers? And make it quick, I got a pie in the oven!"

As she talks, her speech (and breath) betray that she has she has several rotting teeth in her mouth. A look at her wide mouth as she speaks reveals that she has already lost at least half of the teetht hat should be there.