DT's Old School Campaign- (Chapter 4: The Guild and The Girl)

[garyh]

Hilmdyn, shield and hammer in hand, lunges at the nearest of the three thugs, shouting "By Mhal, I've had enough of you! You won't wake up this time!" The barbarian swings his hammer powerfully at the goon.

 

[Fenris]

The trio moved a bit quicker, with throwing his head backwards, cracking it against Lola's forehead and stunning her (-1 hp to Lola). Ben slipped out of her arms, but dropped Rovan in the process.

Scar attacked Lola, but despite her being dazed she twisted out of his reach. Craig picked up a stool and tossed it at Edvan, but the fighter easily deflected it away.

Edvan tried to retaliate but had trouble taking his sword out because of his drunken state. Hilmdyn connected with his mug, dealing Scar a glancing blow across his brow that caused the man to howl.

Rovan's plucked Ben in the nose with his stick, but Ben pulled out of the way of both that and a kick to the groin. "That's dirty fighting, boyo," Ben said with a smirk that turned into a yell as Lola dug a dagger into his shoulder, gaining the unwanted attention of the now enraged drunk.

OOC: Is this the same evening as the fight with Trentchner?

 

[Deuce Traveler]

OOC: No, a few days later. So you spellcasters have memorized or prayed for your spells once more.

 

[Fenris]

OOC: No, a few days later. So you spellcasters have memorized or prayed for your spells once more.

OOC: Ah, so i had more than a stick at my disposal.
Excellent.

Rovan shouts "Enough! Somnus nox noctis" he intones quickly trying to put the three men out again.

 

[GlassEye]

Edvan scrambles over the table scattering the remains of their meal and drinks in his haste to close with Hastings.

 

[Queenie]

Lola paused, each of her companions had taken on an enemy and she was left in the middle. She waited to see if Rovan's spell would work. If it didn't she was ready to pounce on whomever was left standing.

 

[Fenris]

Lola paused, each of her companions had taken on an enemy and she was left in the middle. She waited to see if Rovan's spell would work. If it didn't she was ready to pounce on whomever was left standing.

OOC: That's my girl

 

[Deuce Traveler]

Ben struck out once more, this time at Lola, but the thief ducked his punch. Scar grabbed a chair and tried to break it over Rovan's back, but once more the wily former noble spun nimbly aside. Craig also had horrible luck against Edvan, and the trio took turns swearing out loud. (OOC: Rolled a 6, 4, and 3. )

Rovan went to cast his spell, but suddenly he froze up for seemingly no reason and screamed while grasping his head. He moaned and collapsed into a heap.

"Ho! His magic's gone as I thought it'd be! My dream was a true one!" Ben seemed thrilled, but was shut up quickly by a jab to his neck as an upset Lola buried her blade into him. Blood billowed from the back of his neck as he fell forward and the the floor. Hilmdyn missed Craig, and nearly fell to the floor while Edvan missed a drive at Scar. The two survivors shouted in fear at Ben's death, however, and scrambled out of the bar.

Rovan remained unconscious, as his spell seemed to have backfired somehow...

Rovan
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Rovan was dreaming. He seemed to be in a strange hut where a firepit lit the interior in an eery red color. An old dusk-skinned woman was stirring a pot over the firepit. "Hello, deary. It was hard getting you to cast your magic, but you did and now you are here. I wanted to thank you for killing the old coot, Tretchner for me. And in way of favor, I wanted to let you know that your poisoned... one of his odder habits was to collect such things and it seems you breathed in the fumes from one of his jars. We don't have much time, but I just wanted to let you know that there is a cure. The poison was called Mage's Madness in Tarantas, but has also been called by several other names. I never learned what the cure was myself, but oh yes, there is a cure indeed. Tretchner accidently infected himself once and back in better times I had to help administer it. In hindsight I should have suffocated him with his own pillows, but we learn such lessons the hard way," she said with a wry smile.
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Hilmdyn
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You have acted as a medic before in your old village and from Rovan's pale skin, you believe you've seen this once. One of your old masters had to help an elderly mage who was infected with a strange poison that caused his spells to backfire and cause him to either go unconscious. The poison led to the mage's death, as your village lacked the necessary herbs to cure the poison. The poison was called Warlock's Bane by your village, and it was made from a concoction mostly made from mandrake root. You can't recall the cure, but believe it may be recorded in some texts. The symptoms started out as a inability to cast arcane magic, then slowness of the brain, an ability to talk, a zombie-like state, then a coma the mage never recovered from.
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[garyh]

"Rovan's been poisoned!" Hilmdyn exclaims. "Warlock's Bane, it be, made of the root of the mandrake! There's a cure, but I don't know it. We need to find books on the blasted poison, or someone learned who can help. If we don't, he'll fall deeper and deeper under the poisons effects, until he loses all his wits and becomes as dull as a stone."

 

[Queenie]

Lola left her blade in Ben's neck, concerned for only one thing. She dropped to her knees at Rovan's side, gently lifted his head and placed it in her lap. She pushed some rogue hair off his forehead. "Hill, will he wake up? How much time do we have to find this cure?" She gritted her teeth, "How did this even happen? I didn't see this bastard do anything that looked like a poisoning."