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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Nail" data-source="post: 900309" data-attributes="member: 224">Thanks for th' kind words, PC.Session #5, continued: "Planning to go to Three Oaks" (Session of RL April 13th, 2003)After sleeping in Eaglesford for the nightIn the morning, the party discussed their options.  They had agreed to seek out the source of the necromancy, it was true, but the adventurers were beginning to have second thoughts.  Rowan's master Greystone had warned them that they might be "biting off more than they could chew" if they went to Alderslook.  Could they defeat what they might find?  And what would be the best place to start looking?  Riva, especially, voiced the most concern over that last bit.  The defeating part...well, he figured that was a given.They decided they need more information.  Their questions included: <ul> <li data-xf-list-type="ul">Where had the restless dead come from: the Garresh or Alderslook? </li> <li data-xf-list-type="ul">Who was creating and sending the restless dead to retrieve the idol? </li> <li data-xf-list-type="ul">What was the real story behind the defeat of the orcish horde at the Garresh, and was that related in any way to the present troubles? </li> <li data-xf-list-type="ul">What more could the golden death mask tell them?  Was it magical in a way they couldn't detect? </li> <li data-xf-list-type="ul">And finally: do the goblin raids have anything to do with any of this?</li> </ul>The party split up to see how much the could answer in Eaglesford.  Garret went to the castle, to have lunch with Lord Aelric, while Thaile went to talk further with Mrs. Faegan.  Rowan went to talk with Greystone, and Teiran hit the books.  And Riva....?   Riva went to the blacksmith, to see about some new weapons and armor.  "Have to be ready fer all o' those restless dead we're gonna fight!" Riva muttered.*********************Garret's lunch with Lord Aelric was depressing, at best.  The nobleman paid little attention to either his meal or to conversation.  He just sat, his head propped up with one arm, staring into his soup and listlessly eating a few mouthfuls.  His wife, sitting nervously beside him, laid her hand on his arm, but said nothing.  Garret mentioned the adventures he'd had, and the farmers troubles with the goblins, but all he could get out of the lord was a sigh and a depressed shake of his head.  "Captain Ennolad will be back tomorrow," Lord Aelric droned, "perhaps he and his men will come to me with better news."  Excusing himself early from the table, Lord Aelric left the room.*********************At the Great Church's temple, Thaile was discussing religion with Mrs. Faegan."So the scrolls say nothing about this strange god I heard about, Kikkuk?" Thaile asked."Not much, at least," replied Mrs. Faegan, "He might be a corruption of the name of Korak, the God of the Forge, but other than that.....""And Korak is a good god, so no evil would worship him, right?" asked Thaile.  "I know he's a God of the Womb - the craftsman of the gods - but I've not studied his teachings much.  He hates necromancy as much as any, doesn't he?""Of course," Mrs. Faegan responded.  "All Gods of the Tree and Womb hate the curse of undeath.  That is why they give you the power to strike them down with your holy power.  I am sure they are pleased with what you have done these past few days.  Darmon the Wayfarer especially, I should think."Thaile thought a moment, then brought out the gold mask from her pack to show Mrs. Faegan: "Could you tell me anything about this gold mask we found?  It was worn by one of the restless dead that attacked us....."Mrs. Faegan looked over the mask, tracing with her finger the stylized dragons carved into its surface.  "I'm afraid I don't know much about these things, "Mrs Faegan said, with a hint of disgust in her voice.  "It's orcish; that's clear enough.  But I don't know much of their ways...they're savage beasts, after all....little sense studying thier barbaric habits.  They bury their dead, you know, instead of cremate them, as is right."Thaile let a frown creep over her mouth.  "Where would I find someone that might know more?  Are there any sages of this sort of knowledge close by?""Yes there is," replied Mrs. Faegan.  "In Three Oaks, the village to the west of us, is a sage by the name of Moira.  She styles hersef 'Sage of the Ruins'.  She would know much more about this sort of thing.....what there is to know about it, that is."Thaile's face brightened, as she nodded. "Thanks.  Then I guess we should think about going there."******************That evening, the party gathered together once more.  The Captain and his men had still not returned, and the townsfolk were getting restless for news.  Garret had wanted to consult with the Captain especially.  The Captian might know more of the area around the Garresh and Alderslook, and might also know why the goblins were attacking.  But they had limited time.  The adventurers were sure that the restless dead would attack the kobolds again, and even a collapsed farmhouse couldn't keep them out for long.  And yet, they still didn't know where the undead were coming from, or why they were coming.  Thaile suggested that the sage Moira, the Three Oaks, could shed light on that."We need to move quickly, if we're going to get to the bottom of this," stated Garret flatly, as he looked around at his companions.Tieran let out a sigh, then spoke, "I have another interesting development to report."  The wizard drew a small note from one of the pockets of his robe. "Last night, during the evening at Mr Burlywire's Inn, a note was slipped into my pocket.  I didn't even notice it until today, actually.  The note reads:That's only the day after tomorrow."  Tieran looked at Garret, then at Thaile as he spoke.  Riva was looking down, absently running his thumb along the blade of the great-axe his father had newly lent him.  Rowan tapped her fingers together.  For a moment or two, the neophyte adventurers were silent.Then, almost as one, the party looked up from their reveries.  They would leave tomorrow for Three Oaks. By horse, that would be a day and a half journey.  Now: did they have enough money to get horses?  And would anyone be willing to sell?  Thaile got out the accumulated loot.......End of Session #5</blockquote>

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