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

[Deuce Traveler]

Quinn
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Quinn knew that menthe was expensive, and that often some priests paid a great deal for the stuff for their religious ceremonies, but he did not know where to get some at the time. In rare times the Botany Bay crew picked some up in foreign ports and brought it back for quite a profit.
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Lola
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The flabby priest smiled as he took the robe from Lola. The first room was twenty foot square and lit by several lanterns and stone steps lead upstairs to a higher level. Two wooden doors stand on the left and right. "My name is Horace, sister. We are going to watch a dance, my dear, and drink, taste exotic foreign spices, and enjoy ourselves in the present. Do you dance? Perhaps there may be a place for you. What would you like to see first? The temple itself or some of our ... drinks and spices ..."
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[Scott DeWar]

"Aye me lord, I know of this spice. It bein rare an all, the cap'n would sail to some far ports and buy there , bring it back and sell it for a good profit. Tis a truly expensive incense, that i do know."

he goes on to mention to the three men a couple of the ports where the Menthe was purchased from

 

[Queenie]

Lola
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The flabby priest smiled as he took the robe from Lola. The first room was twenty foot square and lit by several lanterns and stone steps lead upstairs to a higher level. Two wooden doors stand on the left and right. "My name is Horace, sister. We are going to watch a dance, my dear, and drink, taste exotic foreign spices, and enjoy ourselves in the present. Do you dance? Perhaps there may be a place for you. What would you like to see first? The temple itself or some of our ... drinks and spices ..."
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[sblock] "I do enjoy dancing," Lola commented, "I have never been trained so probably not up to your standards. I am a fast learner though," she grinned. She tried to keep an easy going demeanor but really her eyes were pealed for anything suspicious and of course, what she was looking for. "I would like the tour of the temple but I am also curious to see the drinks and spices. My friend specifically mentioned that part of her evening but she was cryptic. So perhaps a quick tour first?" [/sblock]

 

[Deuce Traveler]

Lola
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Horace gave a twisted smirk as he said, "As you wish my dear. Come with me." He walked with Lola up the stairs and showed off the second floor. This was a huge room with a ramp on the northern wall that led to a circular dais overlooking a semi-circlular pit. The pit was only slightly depressed, perhaps only three feet deep, while the center of the dais rested a stone altar with strange humanoid creatures carved in various scenes of writhing ecstacy. The dais also had a four small pillars and a canopy. The ceiling was open at its center, revealing the sun's last beams over the horizon. Stairs led up to this third floor, so that priests could throw a tarp over the ceiling when the weather was poor.

Afterwards Horace led Lola downstairs and into the left side door in order to show off a storage closet. Inside there were numerous long robes in dark hues and several small wooden boxes with locks. "Now this is one of our more... special of spices." He took a key from a chain around his neck, placed it in the lock, then fiddled with something on the box before opening it. Inside was a strange blue powder that he showed Lola, but as she leaned down to examine the contents Horace blew some of the strange dust into her face. Lola gasped as she felt light-headed, but she surprised the pudgy man by staying on her feet. Panicking, Horace took a handful of the substance and flung it into her face before she could react, wasting most of the box's contents. Lola swooned and fell into the man's arms. As she lost consciousness she felt him caress her bare arm. "So pretty..."

Lola woke up from the nightmare in her bedroom with Rovan. He smiled at her and calmed her from the horrible vision. He had just the thing to cheer her up: a simple, yet elegant blue dancing dress that he pleaded for her to wear for him.
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Quinn, Rovan, Edvan, and Hilmdyn
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The sun is descending and you notice that Lola still has not returned. You had expected her hours ago...
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[Scott DeWar]

"Beggin' ye pardon lads, but wernt thar anothern of yees... a lass?"

 

[Queenie]

Lola
[sblock] Lola woke up from the nightmare in her bedroom with Rovan. He smiled at her and calmed her from the horrible vision. He had just the thing to cheer her up: a simple, yet elegant blue dancing dress that he pleaded for her to wear for him. [/sblock]

DT:

[sblock] Lola looked around their room, afraid something was wrong but she just couldn't put a finger on it, nothing seemed amiss. Perhaps it had all been a bad dream, about the poison and Rovan being sick, the temple and that hideous man. She looked at Rovan smiling down at her and his gentle nature with her and it calmed her - mostly. But how could she refuse his request? "Of course Rovan, anything for you. It's a beautiful gown. Will we dance?" She stood from the bed and leaned in and kissed him before she began disrobing for him in a slow, teasing manner so she could don the blue dress.

ooc: you ARE evil! [/sblock]

 

[Fenris]

"Beggin' ye pardon lads, but wernt thar anothern of yees... a lass?"

"Hmm, indeed there is." says Rovan looking out the window. "And she is much overdue from her errand. I am concerned for her. I am heading out, Ed, Hil, you want to come? And Quinn, why don't you come too. I would enjoy the company and tales of the sea." says Rovan with a grin.

 

[GlassEye]

Edvan shrugs into his gear, stands and presents his hand to the sailor. My name's Edvan Chelwhistle, that's sshh-elwhistle, not ch-elwhistle." He smiles briefly in greeting now that Rovan seems to have accepted the man. He turns to Rovan and nods. "I'm readys to go, Rove." His previous smile turns to a frown. "But I hopes you gots a idea where to look for her."

 

[garyh]

"I'll go with you, Rovan," Hilmdyn says. "I don't want you taking ill again without me around."

Turning to Quinn, the barbarian extends his hand. "I am Hilmdyn Stoneheart."

 

[Scott DeWar]

"Master Shelwhistle, Master Stoneheart, pleased to meet y' Aquaint'nce.

Mi Lord, Cap'n, we've tol the master o' arms we is set to sail." he says this as he pats his cutlass.