Crossed Paths - Part I

[ErichDragon]

double post

 

[Thomas Hobbes]

"I like that idea very much, Ecgthow. But how do we get it to strike when we wish? We seem to be stuck on the defensive, responding to it's attacks. Perhaps we could organize a system by which we can be notified as soon as possible of an attack, and respond- perhaps on horseback, for greater speed?

 

[Manzanita]

Word seems to have spread about the “heroes.” When the party returns to town with Tula, people take notice. Farmers and merchants approach, smile, and want to shake hands. Women hug and kiss the party (although the are too nervous to approach Khenemetsobek too closely). “You’ll save us; thank you so much for coming!” they say in Greek. A late lunch is served of the best the town can muster at the Inn. Lamb and pig are roasted. Delicate soups and ripe fruits accompany the meat. Puddings and pastries come for dessert.

Tula scowls at the festivities. “That’s my store” she says, pointing at a large, well-kept building. “Come get me if you want any advice. No one knows the area outside of town like I do.” Then she leaves to tell Rufus and Burne about what the party found in the farmhouse. Angrinion shows up and joins the fun, drinking merrily.

 

[ErichDragon]

"I like that idea very much, Ecgthow. But how do we get it to strike when we wish? We seem to be stuck on the defensive, responding to it's attacks. Perhaps we could organize a system by which we can be notified as soon as possible of an attack, and respond- perhaps on horseback, for greater speed?

"Hrmph." Ecgthow grunts in agreement.

"I think we should ask that all of the outlying farmers should move into the keep until the monster is destroyed. Then we could spend the night in one of the homesteads and hope that the creatures come to us. I think they will find us more difficult prey than simple villagers." Ecgthow emphasizes his point by baring a few inches of his longsword from it's scabbard.

 

[Inez Hull]

"Yes, the simple plans are sometimes the most effective."

 

[Jarval]

Brioc holds the figurine he found in the farm house, studying the figure. Gods, protect this town. Too many have died to feed this evil creature. He mutters a few words of blessing for the departed spirits of the family, watching as Khen performs his own ritual for the dead.

We follow different gods, but we are the same. May his gods bring them peace as I pray mine will. He places the figurine on the floor beside the remains of the bodies, before moving out of the house and back into the clean air.

"I never, ever want to see anything like that again. We have to stop this... thing!" He shakes his head, trying to remove the images forever burnt into his memory. Sighing heavily, he makes his way back into the town.

"I too hope that your steel will take that foul beast's life." He claps Tula on the shoulder. "And many thanks for your help. We may need your aid again."

While not in a festive mood, Brioc is sure to show his appreciation for the food and drink offered by the townsfolk, eating his fill. He is careful to drink little ale, knowing he might need his wits later that day.

 

[Khenemetsobek]

Khen will spend the day at the water’s edge collecting plant samples. When he returns to the group he says, “Have we decided if the mists bring the beast or the beast brings the mist? I wonder if the beast will come if I bring the mists. That would let us be prepared for the beast although I have doubts that it would work; it could be worth trying."

 

[Manzanita]

[I'll give you another day to iron out your plan. If you all agree on it, please present it to someone]

Ehldannis: No magic or poison detected. Your raven [what was its name?] circles the area happily. "I'm so glad to be in the woods again. Sailing on that ocean made me so nervous. The land here is lush. Perhaps we could stick around once we clear away all those nasties. I don't see anything big in the vicinity."

 

[Eldorian]

Upon seeing the carnage in the cabin, Glaucon pulls a scarf over his mouth and nose and inspects the bodies, to see if he recognizes any of the wounds. He is slightly tight around the eyes, but otherwise little effected.

When greated by the happy villagers, Glaucon makes sure he impresses any good looking, young women. Maybe there'll be some reward for this quest afterall.

Glaucon listens to the plan forming. "Yes, if the beasts, they come with the mists, perhaps some magic could bring false mist, and we could set a trap up. Perhaps with deadfalls and magic traps. If the mists, they come with the beasts, perhaps scouts are in order, to spot a rising mist, and word could be brought back quickly and riders dispatched. Seeing those bodies, I think it, or they, were beasts, and steel will be a weapon against them, as I had hoped."

 

[Khenemetsobek]

Khen's eyes go wide for a brief second, “Glaucon you err. The mists I bring are as real as any that come from the Nile on a cold morning. I would never ask the Scaled Lord for figments and illusions.”