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

[Deuce Traveler]

Hilmdyn
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You use what you know of your healing lore. Although pale, Rovan is breathing and looks like he will recover. You may even be able to wake him. There is no way that the effects of the poison could have occured between when Ben walked in and Rovan collapsed. The poison acts much slower against the human system. Although casting magic will quicken the effects, it is likely Rovan will be able to act normal for somewhere between twenty-four hours to a few days before he starts becoming incapacitated. It all depends on when he was poisoned, his constitution, and the amount of dosage.
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[garyh]

Hilmdyn does what he can for Rovan and attempts to wake him, then tells Lola, "He should be back to normal soon. Casting the spell caused the fit. He should be okay for a day or three before the sickness sets in again. We must find the antidote in that time. But I don't think the thugs poisoned him. Warlock's Bane takes much longer than that to take effect."

 

[Queenie]

"So what happened then, how did he get poisoned?" She looked down on his handsome and now peaceful looking face and said somberly, "Only one day... that isn't a lot of time..." Her voice soft and wavering, holding back a lot of emotion, "It's not enough time."

 

[GlassEye]

Edvan stares in surprise at the outcome of the sudden battle. Abruptly he shakes it off and releases all his anger and frustration with a savage kick to the dead Sill's ribs. Afterward he subsists into fidgety silence and watches as Lola and Hilmdyn tend Rovan. Unable to stand by silently any longer he murmurs, "I'll take this garbage out," and drags Sills from the bar. When he returns he surveys the mess that has been made in the common room and approaches the bartender. "Magloc, wot's this mess gonna costs ya, friend?" He fumbles with the pouch not quite depleted of his recent influx of wealth.

 

[garyh]

"I don't know. Maybe something we didn't see happened at... the scene a few days ago," Hilmdyn says, hesitant to speak of Tretchner's death in public, "or maybe someone poisoned his food or drink over the last few days. The important thing now is to find the cure. Do you know of any places Rovan might have visited that might have such knowledge?"

 

[Queenie]

"I-I'm not sure," Lola said, wracking her brain but too upset to really think straight. "I can't remember but maybe where he went to school, he still works there doing deliveries I think they may help us."

She leaned down and kissed Rovan on the cheek, then whispered something in his ear.

Rovan:

[sblock] "Rovan, please wake up, Please, please don't leave me here alone. We need you and I need you. I can't do this alone..." [/sblock]

 

[Fenris]

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Rovan stares at the woman a moment before smiling and sitting on the floor. "Well, Krika I take it. Greetings. I have been wanting to talk to you as well. Well, you are welcome for Tretchner, not a nice man, though my sympathies to you on the betrayal by Max, he did regret it if that has any meaning anymore, though you did garner your vengance quite effectively.

And I thank you for your gift of the ruby, though I think you have a few more nuggets of your plunder hidden within your head. With a gem or two and some more help to cure my posion, I would be very glad to put your head to rest however you so choose." says Rovan with a wink to Krika. The young sorcerer never missed an opportunity to try to get a little wealth.

"Now would Old Tretchner have had the cure in his lab? Damn thing probably burned down. But my dear, you said you administered it, was it a potion, or a root or salve? What form did it take?"

A whispered voice is heard over the fireplace crackle. "Rovan, please wake up, Please, please don't leave me here alone. We need you and I need you. I can't do this alone..."


Roavn listens and grows a little sad. "Please Krika. As you can hear, I have much to live for. Please Help me."
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[Deuce Traveler]

Rovan
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"Tsk. You talk of prying my head open as if it's stuffed with treasure, then ask me for my help, ragamuffin? It was a drink I had to mix for him and it smelled sweet and sharp. I've told you what I know. Next time have a bit respect, no? Our time is up..."

The gentle shaking of Lola stirs you from your sleep.
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The color returns to Rovan's face as his eyes flutter open.

Meanwhile, Magloc brings Edvan a bucket and mop and tells him, "Just mop up the mess and we'll call ourselves even. That furniture got knicked, but not too badly beat up. Nothing I can't fix and make useable, anyway. And you're gold has been good and steady, so I'm willing to forget this unfortunate incident. What's up with your friend, there?"

 

[GlassEye]

"Hill, thinks he gots himself poisoned with some kind of wizard's poison. But I'll thank you ta keep that under yer hat, Mag. We don't needs more trouble." Edvan grabs the mop and bucket and after a worried glance at Rovan goes to cleaning up the mess and blood.

 

[Queenie]

Lola exhaled deeply as Rovan opened his eyes, she hadn't even realized she was holding her breath. She looked down at him and spoke softly, "How are you feeling Rovan, take it easy and don't try to get up until you are ready."

She looked to Hilmdyn and Edvan, now completely sobered. "It appears our dancing and revelry will have to wait. We have to start looking for what we need tonight, it cannot wait. Where should we start?"