Dungeon of the Fire Opal, Part VI

[Jalon Odessa]

Jalon continues to speak to the quickly-angering Ubaar as the party make thier way to the village.

'Calm yourself, Ubaar - I shant be the one to cast judgement on your actions - such an act is reserved for Tyr alone. Simply understand that I will not be involved in an act so self-serving and otherwise mercenary. If the gem is to be taken frrom the fallen temple, then I consider it our duty to return it to a scholar of historical artifacts - perhaps it can be put to valueable use.'

 

[drs]

.. perhaps it can be put to valuable use.'

"Perhaps it couldn't, Ubaar is probably right Sir Jalon. If the gem could be used to heal people or something of that nature, then I would be in favor of your thinking. Though most likely it can't, this leads me to think that it would be best used to sponsor Ubaar's and ours journeying.

Though we should still 'research' the true value of this gem, and if it could help a historian more than us, we should give it to the musty-ole historian."

 

[CRGreathouse]

Kytess keeps up with the others in the group, frolicking and skipping, as though she has't a care in the world. (Hint: she doesn't.)

 

[HeavyG]

Eventually, the group reaches the village...

(Yay ! The board works !)

 

[reapersaurus]

Aside to the others: "Any way to get help for Kytess today?

Even though she so honest and simple and happy now (all Good Things), it unfair to play with her when she like this."

OOC: ya, the boards were in rare form there for a while

 

[drs]

"Who can we get to help, Ubaar? I don't think the god men" Murhid points to Jalon and the priest "Can help, unless you Sir have some type of potion that could cure Kytess and her state of feeble mind? Murhid asks the priest, whispering the feeble mind part so Kytess can't hear.

 

[HeavyG]

"Who can we get to help, Ubaar? I don't think the god men" Murhid points to Jalon and the priest "Can help, unless you Sir have some type of potion that could cure Kytess and her state of feeble mind? Murhid asks the priest, whispering the feeble mind part so Kytess can't hear.

"Alas, no, good sir. The magic needed to cure this is quite a bit above my own mastery of divine magic. I'm afraid you'll have to travel to a bigger town to get help."

He lowers his voice...

"I wouldn't tarry, either. I'm afraid she might get into trouble if she's that way for long."

 

[CRGreathouse]

Fortunately, Kytess doesn't hear people talking about her. Unfortunately, this is because she's drifting away from the group and heading off on her own.

She walks to the taproom, unless something catches her attention first.

 

[drs]

Murhid looks to the sun as if to ask *About what time is it HeavyG?* .

Seeing Kytess walk off Murhid sighs "Your probably right Sir, we can't have her walking around like a child forever..."

 

[CRGreathouse]

Kytess continues her journey. Moving through the crowd, she hears their voices blend together into an inchoherent noise, somehow disjoint from their physical existance -- the noise seems sourceless and pervasive. Wondering as she goes, she finds herself at the taproom.

She calls for a drink (bartender?).