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D&D 5E [D&D 5E] Tattered Memories: An Adventure in Tethyr (COMPLETE)
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With evidence in hand, Brue trudged south through the water, keeping her ears peeled for sounds of pursuit or danger. While she heard a few more loud splashes echoing through the cavern, none of the sounds seemed to originate close to her. After another long walk, her light spell finally shone on the south wall and the rope hanging down through the hole in the ceiling. Happy to be done with the reservoir, the genasi took one last look around to make sure she was safe before scaling the rope.
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Brue sheathed her sword and grabbed hold of the rope. Hand over hand, she lifted herself up into the well, bracing her back against one side and her legs against the opposite. Shimmying her way up, her arms grew tired, already sore from the sword work she was required to perform down below. As the circle above grew larger, she started hearing faint noises, almost like a dull roar. As she got closer to the top, she clearly made out what she was hearing: the shouts of townsfolk and Greycastle bellowing in response.
"Order! We must have order!" Greycastle's voice cut through the crowd. "This is not the time for chaos. We must work together to survive this plague!"
An angry shout from the crowd answered, "I'm thinkin' we need water to survive! Why can't we use th' well!" Angry indistinct shouts accompanied his words. It sounded like there was quite a crowd.
"Like I said," Greycastle responded, "the winch is broken. We have barrels of fresh water from the Queen's men outside the gates. Everyone will be allotted their fair share!"
"Things keep gettin' worse and worse, Keeper. How many more die under your watch? What are you doin' about it? Maybe we need a new Keeper!" Various shouts of affirmation and agreement accompanied the man's response.
"Listen to me, everyone! We are doing our level best to defeat this plague. I have people working on it within the walls and we are keeping the soldiers outside informed of our situation. I know a number of people have died. Their souls will forever weigh heavily on me." Pausing for silence, he continued, "But please, we need to remain at peace. Janelle will provide you with food and water for tonight. Let us meet together tomorrow morning here in the square. We should have the well repaired by then and can discuss our next move. Let us be reasonable about this, rather than a mob."
"Order! We must have order!" Greycastle's voice cut through the crowd. "This is not the time for chaos. We must work together to survive this plague!"
An angry shout from the crowd answered, "I'm thinkin' we need water to survive! Why can't we use th' well!" Angry indistinct shouts accompanied his words. It sounded like there was quite a crowd.
"Like I said," Greycastle responded, "the winch is broken. We have barrels of fresh water from the Queen's men outside the gates. Everyone will be allotted their fair share!"
"Things keep gettin' worse and worse, Keeper. How many more die under your watch? What are you doin' about it? Maybe we need a new Keeper!" Various shouts of affirmation and agreement accompanied the man's response.
"Listen to me, everyone! We are doing our level best to defeat this plague. I have people working on it within the walls and we are keeping the soldiers outside informed of our situation. I know a number of people have died. Their souls will forever weigh heavily on me." Pausing for silence, he continued, "But please, we need to remain at peace. Janelle will provide you with food and water for tonight. Let us meet together tomorrow morning here in the square. We should have the well repaired by then and can discuss our next move. Let us be reasonable about this, rather than a mob."
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Brue grew alarmed at the cry and hue coming from outside the well. A plan formed in her thick head as she worked her way up the rope. The genasi paused close to the top and intoned first a prayer for light, which she affixed to the clasp on her cloak so that it might give her more of a holy appearance. She next prayed to Ilmater for guidance, then started forming an appeal inside her head. When she reached the top of the well, she hauled herself out and stood on the lip. "Good people of Mosstone, your excellent Lawkeeper set me to investigating the quality of the town's water." Brue paused and eyed the crowd, hoping they were distracted by her appearance and had quit haranguing Greycastle. She continued. "Good thing he sent me, because I found this," said Brue, hauling a good handful of the damp hay from her pack. She held it out to the closest gawker, an old woman. "It was housed in bales in three separate cages that had been purposely sunk into the town's underground reservoir. Taste it, smell it! It's acrid. Please, folks, give us an hour to consult with Vials, who knows much about plants. We'll meet you all at the tavern to share what we know. But for now, Greycastle has the right of it; you mustn't drink the water." Brue waited to see the crowd's response. She made eye contact with Greycastle, then handed him the handful of hay.[/section]
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Brue grew alarmed at the cry and hue coming from outside the well. A plan formed in her thick head as she worked her way up the rope. The genasi paused close to the top and intoned first a prayer for light, which she affixed to the clasp on her cloak so that it might give her more of a holy appearance. She next prayed to Ilmater for guidance, then started forming an appeal inside her head. When she reached the top of the well, she hauled herself out and stood on the lip. "Good people of Mosstone, your excellent Lawkeeper set me to investigating the quality of the town's water." Brue paused and eyed the crowd, hoping they were distracted by her appearance and had quit haranguing Greycastle. She continued. "Good thing he sent me, because I found this," said Brue, hauling a good handful of the damp hay from her pack. She held it out to the closest gawker, an old woman. "It was housed in bales in three separate cages that had been purposely sunk into the town's underground reservoir. Taste it, smell it! It's acrid. Please, folks, give us an hour to consult with Vials, who knows much about plants. We'll meet you all at the tavern to share what we know. But for now, Greycastle has the right of it; you mustn't drink the water." Brue waited to see the crowd's response. She made eye contact with Greycastle, then handed him the handful of hay.[/section]
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As Brue emerged from the well, startled gasps, shouts of anger, and curses met her arrival.
"What's that thing doin' in the well!"
"You said the winch were broken, LawKeeper! What else are ye lyin' about?!"
"That's the one that were diggin' through the ashes o' our families!"
Belatedly, Brue realized her presence did not help matters at all and probably should have stayed put. Seeing the genasi climb out of the well, Greycastle sighed in exasperation. He was about to open his mouth when he noticed the glowing clasp and quirked an eyebrow. With an available opening and already too deep to pull back, Brue said her peace.
The old woman recoiled when presented with the hay and someone shouted, "She's trying to poison Old Maid Marge!" Someone else shouted from the crowd, "...and we're supposed to trust you? Are you crazy?" Finally, a voice in the back shouted, "This isn't a natural plague? We've got to get out of here!"
The crowd rumbled with anger, some looking ready for a fight while others eyed both north and south, the directions of the gates. The LawKeeper deputies standing in front of the crowd gripped their truncheons tightly in anticipation of an explosion of violence. As everything looked grim, Greycastle's booming voice filled the square. "HALT! Everyone, would you take the chance to listen to her? Or at least listen to me, you know me. The woman is correct, I did ask her to go into the well. We had a suspicion that the water had been contaminated, but I didn't want you good folk to worry without reason. I apologize for having deceived you, but it was important for Brue to do her work without interference. And look, she seems to have discovered the source of our plague! Now we know what the problem was, tainted drink! If we stick with clean water, we will be fine! So please, I beg of you. Take your supplies and return to your homes. As I said, we will reconvene tomorrow morning once we have our final answers. I am having the full Lawkeeper guard force on patrol this evening. Please stay in your homes."
Silence permeated the air for a moment before the crowd seemed to dissolve with a sigh. There were an awful lot of hard looks in the direction of Brue and Greycastle, but it seemed like most saw reason. Coinmaster Cooper, who had been standing worriedly with Janelle by the entrance to the Mossy Nymph approached Brue and Greycastle. Glancing at the woman's glowing lawkeeper badge, he said, "I see you've discovered a few tricks." Noticing her wounds, he continued, "It also looks like you found a fair bit of danger down there." Looking over the genasi's wounds, he mumbled a few words of healing.
Greycastle turned to Brue, looking grave, and said, "Good work in the well, although it would have been better if you had waited out the crowd. After the pyre-robbing incident yesterday, the townsfolk are not overly fond of you. Still, a ray of light in this darkness? What did you uncover below?" While she answered, he mumbled a prayer to Helm and lay his hands on her wounds.
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[section] Brue sighed. It was hard to be "other." Would these folk never understand that she meant them no harm? She hopped down from the well wall when Greycastle started barking orders to the crowd. Blending in was futile, so she mostly tried to stay out of the way and out of arm's reach in case anyone was tempted to do her harm. Tolliver came over shortly after and healed her injuries, causing another sigh to pulse from Brue, but this time in gratitude. She flexed her shoulders and shook out the tension. "Thanks. Some of my memory's returned. I'm a follower of Ilmater." The genasi watched the Coinmaster carefully, assessing his reaction to her chosen god.
Greycastle joined the pair. Brue resisted the urge to correct him that she had not been "pyre-robbing," but sighed a third time. She'd be the Pyre Bandit of Mosstone for all time, she reckoned. She focused instead on offering Greycastle a recount of her tale, though she wondered the whole time whether Tolliver ought to be in earshot. Something about the handsome priest unsettled her, and not in a good way. "You've got creatures living down there that ought to be purged, that's for sure. Something with tentacles and a rubbery body attacked me in the dark. Had a dickens of a time getting away from it. If you send men down there, make sure they can dispel darkness. There were also a pair of troglodytes; they're the ones who were lurking on the rocky outcropping where I found the three iron cages containing the bales of fetid hay. Here." Brue opened up her pack and showed Greycastle the hay she'd taken. "I burned the rest of it. I think we should show it to Vials."[/section]
Brue sighed. It was hard to be "other." Would these folk never understand that she meant them no harm? She hopped down from the well wall when Greycastle started barking orders to the crowd. Blending in was futile, so she mostly tried to stay out of the way and out of arm's reach in case anyone was tempted to do her harm. Tolliver came over shortly after and healed her injuries, causing another sigh to pulse from Brue, but this time in gratitude. She flexed her shoulders and shook out the tension. "Thanks. Some of my memory's returned. I'm a follower of Ilmater." The genasi watched the Coinmaster carefully, assessing his reaction to her chosen god. Greycastle joined the pair. Brue resisted the urge to correct him that she had not been "pyre-robbing," but sighed a third time. She'd be the Pyre Bandit of Mosstone for all time, she reckoned. She focused instead on offering Greycastle a recount of her tale, though she wondered the whole time whether Tolliver ought to be in earshot. Something about the handsome priest unsettled her, and not in a good way. "You've got creatures living down there that ought to be purged, that's for sure. Something with tentacles and a rubbery body attacked me in the dark. Had a dickens of a time getting away from it. If you send men down there, make sure they can dispel darkness. There were also a pair of troglodytes; they're the ones who were lurking on the rocky outcropping where I found the three iron cages containing the bales of fetid hay. Here." Brue opened up her pack and showed Greycastle the hay she'd taken. "I burned the rest of it. I think we should show it to Vials."[/section]
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