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

[Queenie]

Lola took Hilmdyn's cloak and covered herself then threw herself into Rovan's arms. She buried her face in his shoulder and just hugged him tightly. But it was only a moment before she took a deep breath and stood up tall and let it out slowly. She tried not to show her concern as she looked at the blood covering him.

"I'm... okay," she said hesitantly, not wanting to tell him all that happened, at least not right now, "But you... you shouldn't have done that!" she said angrily. "You have to take care of yourself now, you could have died." There was a pout on her face but the worry was very evident.

"I don't know where my stuff is, my clothes," she blushed, "But I know where to go to look for what we really need, let's go." Lola led them to the room where the cultist had thrown the blue powder in her face and opened the door to the small room.

"Hill, do you see what we need in here? We'll open every damn box if we have to. Tell us what to do or what to look for."

 

[Deuce Traveler]

Lola quickly looked around, but she was unable to find her clothes on this level. Going downstairs the group was led by Lola into a nearby closet. Inside was a small chest, in which the adventurer was able to unlock using the key. Sure enough, there was a strange blue powder inside that seemed to be the menthe. The group heard the horns of the local constabulary, however, and ran from the building before the law arrived.

Several odd things came about that night. Lola, for one, had lossed her possessions but had gained a dress that she was likely unable to otherwise wear in public. Quinn had joined their team and had felt somewhat lucky a;ongside them after his streak of successful combat attacks. Oh... and the team was able to bring the menthe to a local alchemist Rovan knew called Cascade Brunwod. The menthe wasn't really menthe... it was menthe mixed with several other narcotics, although the street name remained the same. Anyway, Cascade was able to separate the menthe from the rest of the narcotics after breaking down the substance. Then, using Hilmdyn's help, he was able to create the cure for Rovan. Soon the magic-user was well again, and celebrated by burying the decaying head that he had kept outside in the yard near the group's house.

Cascade kept the narcotics as payment, but the group was able to get about 50gp each out of him. It wasn't much, but it would go a long way for making it through the next week... until something else came along, anyway.

 

[Queenie]

Lola spent the next bunch of days trying hard NOT to talk about what happened at the temple. She was relieved, no overjoyed, that Rovan was okay, the thought of losing him had been too much to bare. And her friends had proven they would fight for her, if necessary, and it made her heart grow a little less hard towards them.

She spent some of her earnings on replacing her lost goods, though she didn't have enough to replace everything and not as good quality as she had before.

She put her energy into getting their little slummy house cleaned up, trying to get the smell out and get it to acceptably clean. Now that they had invited Quinn to join them, this little place was pretty snug. Still, it was theirs and better than being on the street without a rood over their head. Perhaps they would again get a lucky windfall and they could sell this place and get somewhere a little larger.

They seemed to have just enough money to fill their belly's and get drunk every night. With Rovan and her friends by her side, Lola was not complaining.

 

[Scott DeWar]

Quinn with his few possessions, sets up a hammok in a corner from the rafters ... home sweet ship home.

 

[Deuce Traveler]

It has been a few nights since Lola's near tragedy, and she has recovered somewhat. The group has earned themselves a nickname from those in the tavern, as they have become known for their boisterous behavior, merry drinking, and passionate dancing: 'The Wilders'.

The Tripping Trident is fairly packed this night, with several rough sailors having a drinking contest around the bar and two talented men performing as minstrels in the far side near the fireplace. Magloc is all smiles. Business is good, both with the sailors visiting as well as his usual well-paying customers, the Wilders.

Another man walks in, this one cloaked although strands of blond hair peak out from under his hood. He looks around for a moment, showing a young face, before heading towards the sailors.

Edvan
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You can't tell why just yet, but the newcomer looks somewhat familiar somehow.
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[Scott DeWar]

Quinn is singing:

"there was a young sailor who sailed the sev'n seas, yo ho and a bottle of rum!..."

 

[Queenie]

Lola brings another round of ale and wine over to her friends, sloshing it onto everyone as she roughly clunks the mugs onto the table, showing she was already a bit off kilter.

"So friends, are we drinking, dancing and gambling the night away as usual? I'm not opposed to it, though I think young Rovan here may be having trouble keeping up," she teased the mage. "Keep singing Quinn, it'll keep the upper crust out of our bar!" She tossed him a wide smile then gulped down some of her ale and plopped into Rovan's lap.

 

[GlassEye]

Edvan gladly relieves Lola of one of her mugs of ale and takes a big drink. "Ay, well, what else woulds we do?" He laughs and notices the young, blond-haired fellow. He frowns at the niggling, almost-recognition then shrugs it off and turns back to his friends at their table. "So, yesterday Quinnsy here was clop... clop..." A coughing fit cuts Edvan off in mid sentence. His face turns a bit red and for a moment he struggles to catch his breath. Tale forgotten he smiles weakly and reaches into his vest for his flask of medicine. He hefts it a second judging its fullness, or rather more precisely, its emptiness. With a grimace he pushes away from the table and approaches the bar. He taps his empty flask on the hardwood surface. "Mags! I needs me some more of that Cure-All!" He waggles the flask at the bartender and hands it over. While he waits he glances over towards the new arrival.

 

[Scott DeWar]

"He was a young sailor since he was tall as his da's knees yo ho...what? Aye moppit, that hurt me feelins. Harumpf! ...yo ho and a bottle of rum!!"

he raises his still mostly full mug of watered rum to Lola in salute

 

[Queenie]

"Oh, but you know I love you Quinn!" She leaned across the table, sitting precariously at the edge of Rovan's knee and kissed Quinn on the cheek. "I was just teasing you old salty pirate," she winked.

She did manage a somewhat worried glance in Edvan's direction. "Whatever is wrong with him, anyone know?"