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

[Fenris]

Lola returned Edvan's smile but was hesitant to get overly hopefully. Hope was just one thing she was bad at.

When they returned to the house she immediately went to Rovan and asked him how he was feeling. She watched him closely as he answered, she would tell more about his true feelings by what he looked liked when he answered than by his words to her.

She showed Hill and Rovan the pink rose. "Odd that a gruff mercenary would carry such a pretty and delicate item, no?"

"I'm doing fine Lola, really. Casting triggered this posion and may hasten it, so I will refrain from that. But thus far I am not feeling any adverse affects.

Now, as to the rose, I don't believe it was Max's, as much as Kirka's, and I would like to have it a bit later on to, um test that theory. I could kick myself though, for not having though of gotten Max's stuff earlier. I am sure he had a fine sword for you Ed." says Rovan.

"But now my pretty flower, I do need you. We need some herbs for the cure. One of which, Mentha may be hard to get. So I need you Lola so check with your sources on the street and see of you can round some up. Hil says some of the temples use it for incense, so that ma be a good place to start." adds Rovan brushing Lola's cheek

 

[GlassEye]

Edvan shrugs. "Aye, well, if that's wot you wanted his gear for then I don't minds so much we didn't find all of it." He pats the brutal looking hand axe that he wears on his belt. "I haves a bit of an attachment, you mights say, to this weapon. Now, unless we gots ta be off robbin' a temple tonight or something I'm gonna gets me some sleep." He chuckles at his own joke then suddenly looks concerned, as if afraid that really is the plan. With a snort of dismissal at the idea he begins peeling off boots and bits of armor.

 

[Queenie]

Lola took a deep breath in and then exhaled. Rovan was sending her away again!

"Yes, I will go out tonight and find that herb, or at least the information of where to get it, if it kills me," she said, heading towards the bedroom and gathering her gear.

"I will return as soon as I can, hopefully successfully."

Lola slipped out their little apartment without further goodbyes. She started over near the temples to ask around about this particular herb.

 

[Deuce Traveler]

Lola
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Lola went to Hedonist Street, where she ran into some old acquaintances. One named Diamond, who became too old for the Naughty Nannies and worked the streets as a new profession answered, "Yea, Lola. I know a group like that. Some old codger thought he was being risque by taking me to one of their ceremonies. The priests used a strange incense which caused me to feel a bit dizzy. I'll never forget that he called the stuff menthe, and he bragged over how expensive it was but that they still use it each midnight for their congregation. They call themselves the Tomorrow People, and their cult is called the Cult of Tomorrow. I didn't understand all of what they were yapping about, but supposedly the priests preach how this world isn't real and is a hell of sorts. They wear robes and masks that conceal each part of their body, but walk around underneath in the buff except for footwear. Really strange sort, and I was glad he wasn't a repeat customer. There is a tall building across from the Constable's Barracks on Beggar's Street. The bottom floor is where they welcome the curious, the middle floor is where they conduct their sermons, and the roof is where they conduct their more perverse activities." She did not elaborate on the last, but instead gave a small shudder.
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Quinn, Rovan, Edvan, and Hilmdyn
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Rovan, Edvan and Hilmdyn continued to talk over their options when there was a knock on the door. As Rovan opened the door he saw a sailor with a pegleg and cutlass looking relieved and hopeful upon seeing the magic-user's face. It's Quinn, a sailor from the Botany Bay.
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[Queenie]

Lola
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Lola went to Hedonist Street, where she ran into some old acquaintances. One named Diamond, who became too old for the Naughty Nannies and worked the streets as a new profession answered, "Yea, Lola. I know a group like that. Some old codger thought he was being risque by taking me to one of their ceremonies. The priests used a strange incense which caused me to feel a bit dizzy. I'll never forget that he called the stuff menthe, and he bragged over how expensive it was but that they still use it each midnight for their congregation. They call themselves the Tomorrow People, and their cult is called the Cult of Tomorrow. I didn't understand all of what they were yapping about, but supposedly the priests preach how this world isn't real and is a hell of sorts. They wear robes and masks that conceal each part of their body, but walk around underneath in the buff except for footwear. Really strange sort, and I was glad he wasn't a repeat customer. There is a tall building across from the Constable's Barracks on Beggar's Street. The bottom floor is where they welcome the curious, the middle floor is where they conduct their sermons, and the roof is where they conduct their more perverse activities." She did not elaborate on the last, but instead gave a small shudder.
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For DT:
[sblock] "Well, this should be interesting. Thanks for your help Diamond, I really appreciate it." Lola reached into her pouch and came out with 2 gold pieces for her old coworker. Placing it in her palm she said, "Take care of yourself."

She took a few steps then stopped suddenly. "Did you happen to hear where they got this strange herb from by any chance?"

She pulled her new cloak over her head keeping her face hidden, quickly making her way to Beggar's Street to find this 'temple' of sorts. Once she found the building she stayed in the shadows for a few minutes, watching the traffic go in or out.

Finally she took a deep breath and knocked on the door.


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[GlassEye]

[sblock=At the house]
Once a little more comfortable, Edvan sits and his mind drifts while Rovan and Hilmdyn discuss what they'll need for the antidote. It doesn't really mean much to Edvan so he pulls out his writing desk to practice his letters with much squinting and scratching and staring into space.

Rove's helpin' me with my letters. He says I should practice 'em by writing. I says, "Write wot?" and he says, "Write what you know." I says, "Wot, weapons? Taverns? Soldierin'?" And he just looks at me with one brow quirked up like he does sometimes. So I puts the quill down and thinks a bit and ends up starin' at the hand-axe in my belt wot puts me in mind of my brother…

Rikard was choppin' wood out by the tree line. A regular 'thok' echoed over the field where I was workin' with my Da. Spring-time there be plenty to do, ya see? So I don't really notices when it ends. The 'thok', that is. But Father, he looks up, squints his eyes, and peers around. "Somethin' be wrong," he says. "Get back to the house, lad, and see to yer mother and sisters."​

The sudden knock sets Edvan's heart to racing and he quickly shoves the parchment and quill into the desk smearing ink as he does so and puts the desk to one side. Rovan makes it to the door before Edvan can get up but Edvan reaches over and grabs his axe. "Who is it, Rove?" he hisses.[/sblock]

 

[garyh]

[sblock=At the house...]Hilmdyn joins Rovan at the door, his hand on the hammer at his belt. When the door opens, Hilmdyn looks over in the newcomer.

"So.... Quinn, isn't it? From the Botany Bay?" Hilmdyn asks. "What brings you here? That ships been nothing but trouble, and we want no more of it." The barbarian then peers at the former sailor's peg leg. "But you know that too well yourself, don't you?"[/sblock]

 

[Scott DeWar]

When the door opens:

A sailor as recognized from the ship, Botany bay, is at the door, sweat from the effort of walking, is at the door, a three point sailor's htd in his hands, shaking either form nervousness or maybe something else...,

"Aye, hello to yees. I be a sailor of the botany bay and I be a lookin for the laddies who lifted the curse from 'er. Mitya be them? And ifin not can ye tells a weary sailor wheres to be a lookin for the laddies?"

[sblock=At the house...]Hilmdyn joins Rovan at the door, his hand on the hammer at his belt. When the door opens, Hilmdyn looks over in the newcomer.

"So.... Quinn, isn't it? From the Botany Bay?" Hilmdyn asks. "What brings you here? That ships been nothing but trouble, and we want no more of it." The barbarian then peers at the former sailor's peg leg. "But you know that too well yourself, don't you?"[/sblock]

"Aye, that be me laddie, Quinn Setmore of the botany bay. i wants no trouble, just that i hears a thing or two and that the four of ye broke the curse from the bay and i isa needin to knows ifn the curse is truly lifted?

Edit: Gak! Gary h posted while i was still posting mine! Ack! I am going to use a little artistic license here...

 

[Fenris]

Lola took a deep breath in and then exhaled. Rovan was sending her away again!

OOC: Well, I merely meant for you to help, as part of the group, not head out on your own. I wasn't trying to send Lola away, juts explain the next step and how integral she was to it, as part of the party doing this.

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Rove stands in the doorway. "Now why would a sailor from the Botany Bay, be here on our doorstep, if the Botany Bay sets sail a few days ago? Asking about a curse that we removed the source of many days before that?" asks Rovan suspiciously. [/sblock]

 

[Deuce Traveler]

Lola
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The door to the strange, tall temple was as plain as the rest of the structure although the building itself was somehow strangely stained with black streak marks, likely from the effect that the rain had on the stone. The door was opened by a short, fat and bald man in purple robes who looked Lola up and down before smiling predatorially and asking, "Yes, my child?"
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