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<blockquote data-quote="Capellan" data-source="post: 749603" data-attributes="member: 6294">&quot;Good Friends &amp; Fine Spirits&quot; by Mystic Eye Games&nbsp; - Part 3There is a long moment of silence as the Padre visibly considers what to say.&nbsp; Finally, amusement over Sirdros’ obvious discomfort seems to win out over offence at the elven woman’s words.&quot;No.&quot; he says at last, &quot;I don’t belong to ‘that cult’.&nbsp; I take it you are not a follower of the same faith as your brother.&quot;Anastria sniffs,&quot;I follow the elven faith.&quot;&quot;I hope that’s working for you.&quot; The Padre turns back to Sirdros, &quot;You said we have a problem?&quot;Restraining a smile, Sirdros nods and takes a seat at the table.&nbsp; Uninvited, Anastria takes the seat beside him.&quot;As I said to you earlier,&quot; he begins, &quot;Stormstrider and I managed to catch up with the High Priest, and he has cured both Twinkle and Elspeth –&quot;&quot;What did that cost?&quot; Macwood interjects, then takes a swig of ale.Sirdros shakes his head,&quot;There was no charge.&nbsp; The injuries were suffered on Church business, after all.&nbsp; However, the High Priests did raise the matter of the earlier healing he provided to the group.&nbsp; You still owe the church two services, and he has requested that you provide the first of them, now.&quot;The Padre glances around the table and sees shrugs of acceptance from the others,&quot;Tell us about it.&quot;&quot;When I told the High Priest of what we discovered in Hooberan's Stockade, he was very interested.&quot; Sirdros begins, &quot;Particularly in the manner of the Death Cultist's attack.&nbsp; It seems that this is not the only mysterious epidemic to recently appear.&nbsp; Word has come from the town of Duvik's Pass that most of the people there are suffering from a previously unknown disease.&nbsp; The High Priest believes the two incidents may be linked.&quot;&quot;More Death Cultists?&quot; Briar asks.&quot;Probably.&quot; Sirdros nods.&quot;What are they up to?&quot; the Padre wonders, &quot;There must be more to it than just killing people, even for them.&quot;&quot;Duvik's Pass is a pretty important town.&quot; Macwood offers, wiping foam from his upper lip, &quot;It's a fair size, for one thing - much bigger than Amberdale, let alone Hooberan's.&nbsp; And it's right on the southern pass through the mountains.&nbsp; If the town gets quarantined, a lot of trade caravans will have to be diverted.&nbsp; There'll be all kinds of disruptions.&quot;&nbsp; He catches the stares he is getting from the others and shrugs, &quot;I'm a traveller and explorer, remember.&nbsp; I pay attention to these things.&quot;&quot;Well, it certainly explains why the cultists would want to cause trouble, there.&quot; Briar admits, &quot;Maybe the attack at Hooberan's Stockade was a test run for this?&quot;&quot;If it is, we will find out.&quot; Ming Li raised her hand to silence the others, gesturing subtly at an approaching waitress.The serving girl, pretty and dimpled, takes the group's order with cheerful efficiency, then heads back into the kitchen to arrange their meals.No sooner has she left, however, than another young woman approaches the group's table.&nbsp; This is no serving maid, however, for she is far too richly - if gaudily - dressed, and wears a well-crafted rapier at her side.&quot;Good evening,&quot; she nods her head at the gathered members of the party, &quot;Folks tell me of a brave group of adventurers who make their homes here, and by your look, you must be them.&quot;&quot;We are the Company of the Random Encounter.&quot; The Padre responds, a trifle portentously, &quot;Is that who you seek?&quot;&quot;That is the name I heard, yes.&quot; The woman smiles, &quot;I am Marble McCray.&nbsp; I thought I had best introduce myself to you, as it may be that we can do business together, in the future.&nbsp; I am a ... dealer ... in goods of a certain nature.&nbsp; Rare items.&nbsp; Valuable treasures.&nbsp; Magic.&nbsp; That sort of thing.&nbsp; If you should ever find yourself in need of such things - or in possession of one when you have a need for coin - then please seek me out.&nbsp; I am sure we could make a mutually profitable trade.&quot;&quot;What sort of magic?&quot; Sirdros asks.&nbsp; Marble spreads her hands,&quot;What do you need?&nbsp; I'll see what I can do.&quot;&quot;There's nothing we need right at the moment.&quot; The Padre neglects to mention that there is also little they could afford. &quot;Is there any item in particular you might need us to recover?&quot;&nbsp; Evidently the priest smells an employment opportunity.&quot;No.&quot; Marble disappoints him. &quot;But anything interesting you find, remember me.&quot;&quot;We will do so.&quot; Ming Li assures her blandly.&quot;Good evening, then.&quot; Marble nods and turns away.As she does so, screams ring out from the kitchen.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Capellan, post: 749603, member: 6294"] [b]"Good Friends & Fine Spirits" by Mystic Eye Games - Part 3[/b] There is a long moment of silence as the Padre visibly considers what to say. Finally, amusement over Sirdros’ obvious discomfort seems to win out over offence at the elven woman’s words. "No." he says at last, "I don’t belong to ‘that cult’. I take it you are not a follower of the same faith as your brother." Anastria sniffs, "I follow the elven faith." "I hope that’s working for you." The Padre turns back to Sirdros, "You said we have a problem?" Restraining a smile, Sirdros nods and takes a seat at the table. Uninvited, Anastria takes the seat beside him. "As I said to you earlier," he begins, "Stormstrider and I managed to catch up with the High Priest, and he has cured both Twinkle and Elspeth –" "What did that cost?" Macwood interjects, then takes a swig of ale. Sirdros shakes his head, "There was no charge. The injuries were suffered on Church business, after all. However, the High Priests did raise the matter of the earlier healing he provided to the group. You still owe the church two services, and he has requested that you provide the first of them, now." The Padre glances around the table and sees shrugs of acceptance from the others, "Tell us about it." "When I told the High Priest of what we discovered in Hooberan's Stockade, he was very interested." Sirdros begins, "Particularly in the manner of the Death Cultist's attack. It seems that this is not the only mysterious epidemic to recently appear. Word has come from the town of Duvik's Pass that most of the people there are suffering from a previously unknown disease. The High Priest believes the two incidents may be linked." "More Death Cultists?" Briar asks. "Probably." Sirdros nods. "What are they up to?" the Padre wonders, "There must be more to it than just killing people, even for them." "Duvik's Pass is a pretty important town." Macwood offers, wiping foam from his upper lip, "It's a fair size, for one thing - much bigger than Amberdale, let alone Hooberan's. And it's right on the southern pass through the mountains. If the town gets quarantined, a lot of trade caravans will have to be diverted. There'll be all kinds of disruptions." He catches the stares he is getting from the others and shrugs, "I'm a traveller and explorer, remember. I pay attention to these things." "Well, it certainly explains why the cultists would want to cause trouble, there." Briar admits, "Maybe the attack at Hooberan's Stockade was a test run for this?" "If it is, we will find out." Ming Li raised her hand to silence the others, gesturing subtly at an approaching waitress. The serving girl, pretty and dimpled, takes the group's order with cheerful efficiency, then heads back into the kitchen to arrange their meals. No sooner has she left, however, than another young woman approaches the group's table. This is no serving maid, however, for she is far too richly - if gaudily - dressed, and wears a well-crafted rapier at her side. "Good evening," she nods her head at the gathered members of the party, "Folks tell me of a brave group of adventurers who make their homes here, and by your look, you must be them." "We are the Company of the Random Encounter." The Padre responds, a trifle portentously, "Is that who you seek?" "That is the name I heard, yes." The woman smiles, "I am Marble McCray. I thought I had best introduce myself to you, as it may be that we can do business together, in the future. I am a ... dealer ... in goods of a certain nature. Rare items. Valuable treasures. Magic. That sort of thing. If you should ever find yourself in need of such things - or in possession of one when you have a need for coin - then please seek me out. I am sure we could make a mutually profitable trade." "What sort of magic?" Sirdros asks. Marble spreads her hands, "What do you need? I'll see what I can do." "There's nothing we need right at the moment." The Padre neglects to mention that there is also little they could afford. "Is there any item in particular you might need us to recover?" Evidently the priest smells an employment opportunity. "No." Marble disappoints him. "But anything interesting you find, remember me." "We will do so." Ming Li assures her blandly. "Good evening, then." Marble nods and turns away. As she does so, screams ring out from the kitchen. [/QUOTE]

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