Hewligan's Rise of the Runelords: The Skinsaw Murders
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Fenris
Adventurer
"Dawn?" says Jovik. Jovik was a night owl, the night ife was far more fun and hide other activities. But he looked down at the small remains and sighed.
"I shall be there as well."
hewligan
First Post
Sheriff Hemlock and the Feast
You walk solemnly to the sheriff's office, perhaps heavy in heart knowing you have a funeral at dawn (or perhaps heavy in heart knowing you cannot get horrendously drunk tonight given that you have to be up before dawn). When you do arrive, Hemlock is waiting for you, pacing the room.
"I heard you had returned. What news? What of the farms?"
Kael starts to speak, telling Hemlock of what you discovered. He tells of the ghouls, of the destruction of so many farms (and families), the Woldracks, and the true horror of the mansion. He touches on the retreat to heal, and then the final consecration of the evil that lurked there, as well as the discovery of the child. Hemlock stays silent throughout, nodding every now and then, pacing on occasion, and wringing his hands nervously throughout. Only when Kael finishes speaking does Hemlock speak up.
"We owe you our thanks again. We are cursed here with evils. I will send out four full parties to scout out each and every farm within two days march of here. It will leave the town weak, but so be it, we need to make sure that there is no undead activity remaining, and also to find out what farms are down. We need their food, we need to repopulate them.
"I don't suppose any of you fancy settling down to the quiet life? Goodness knows you deserve some quietness, and we allocate the defined farmlands by mayoral decree. If, as you suggest, some of the farms are down, there will be many applications from people here to take the lease of the land, but if any of you did want to settle down to a life of farming I am sure we could organise something!
"Lastly, well, lastly before I let you go for now. I am sure Mayor Deverin will want you to meet with her, but perhaps if you let me know where you are going to be resting I can have her meet you there? Anyway, the 'lastly' thing ... can I see that note you found?"
Jovik takes out the note and passes it across. Hemlock reads over it, shakes his head, and passes it back.
"Beyond me." He passes the note back, his face looks very confused. "Perhaps Mandraiv can help? If not him, then a trip to the library in Magnimar?"
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Mandraiv greets you with big smiles and bigger hugs.
After you catch up with one another, and sip on some bitter tea (it is restorative, he claims), he gets to work reading the note.
Aldern - You have served us quite well. The delivery you harvested from the caverns far exceeds what I had hoped for. You may consider your debt to the Brothers paid in full. Yet I still have need of you, and when you awaken from your death, you should find your mind clear and able to understand this task more than in the state you lie in as I write this.
You shall remember the workings of the Sihedron ritual, I trust. You seemed quite lucid at the time, but if you find after your rebirth that you have forgotten, return to your townhouse in Magnimar. My agents shall contact you there soon—no need for you to bother the Brothers further. I will provide the list of proper victims for the Sihedron ritual in two days’ time.
Commit that list to memory and then destroy it before you begin your work. The ones I have selected must be marked before they die, otherwise they do my master no good and the greed in their souls will go to waste.
If others get in your way, though, you may do with them as you please. Eat them, savage them, or turn them into pawns—it matters not to me.
- Your Mistress, Wanton of Nature’s Pagan Forms
He smiles at you sadly as he looks up.
"My first response? There is not much here. THe Sihedron rune you know all about - the seven pointed star, dates back to the ancient myths of this place and we have all seen far too much of it already to know by now that someone somewhere believes that this rune has great power." He shrugs helplessly.
"There isn't an answer here, but it is clear that there may be another stage to this thing, and at some point you are either going to have to go to this nobleman's townhouse in Magnimar, or expect a visit in the night at some point if someone choses to get revenge on you for knocking out one of their ... I don't know? What was Aldern? A bit-actor in a greater play?"
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White Deer! Definitely time for the White Deer. You make your farewells, arranging to meet with Mandraiv there later for a drink. On your way across town, Jokad feels his gut spasm. Before he can say anything he convulses, finding himself suddenly doubled over in the street, vomiting thin, weak tendrils of blood stained watery vomit.
God it hurts. His gut hurts!
Kael, Jovik, and Danth move immediately over to aid their friend. Danth takes control of the situation, forcing Jokad to sit down, to take some water from his water bottle. Jokad's brow is covered with sweat. Jovik moves close, and then suddenly pulls back. The vomit stinks - not like vomit, but with the taint of death!
You walk solemnly to the sheriff's office, perhaps heavy in heart knowing you have a funeral at dawn (or perhaps heavy in heart knowing you cannot get horrendously drunk tonight given that you have to be up before dawn). When you do arrive, Hemlock is waiting for you, pacing the room.
"I heard you had returned. What news? What of the farms?"
Kael starts to speak, telling Hemlock of what you discovered. He tells of the ghouls, of the destruction of so many farms (and families), the Woldracks, and the true horror of the mansion. He touches on the retreat to heal, and then the final consecration of the evil that lurked there, as well as the discovery of the child. Hemlock stays silent throughout, nodding every now and then, pacing on occasion, and wringing his hands nervously throughout. Only when Kael finishes speaking does Hemlock speak up.
"We owe you our thanks again. We are cursed here with evils. I will send out four full parties to scout out each and every farm within two days march of here. It will leave the town weak, but so be it, we need to make sure that there is no undead activity remaining, and also to find out what farms are down. We need their food, we need to repopulate them.
"I don't suppose any of you fancy settling down to the quiet life? Goodness knows you deserve some quietness, and we allocate the defined farmlands by mayoral decree. If, as you suggest, some of the farms are down, there will be many applications from people here to take the lease of the land, but if any of you did want to settle down to a life of farming I am sure we could organise something!
"Lastly, well, lastly before I let you go for now. I am sure Mayor Deverin will want you to meet with her, but perhaps if you let me know where you are going to be resting I can have her meet you there? Anyway, the 'lastly' thing ... can I see that note you found?"
Jovik takes out the note and passes it across. Hemlock reads over it, shakes his head, and passes it back.
"Beyond me." He passes the note back, his face looks very confused. "Perhaps Mandraiv can help? If not him, then a trip to the library in Magnimar?"
------
Mandraiv greets you with big smiles and bigger hugs.
After you catch up with one another, and sip on some bitter tea (it is restorative, he claims), he gets to work reading the note.
Aldern - You have served us quite well. The delivery you harvested from the caverns far exceeds what I had hoped for. You may consider your debt to the Brothers paid in full. Yet I still have need of you, and when you awaken from your death, you should find your mind clear and able to understand this task more than in the state you lie in as I write this.
You shall remember the workings of the Sihedron ritual, I trust. You seemed quite lucid at the time, but if you find after your rebirth that you have forgotten, return to your townhouse in Magnimar. My agents shall contact you there soon—no need for you to bother the Brothers further. I will provide the list of proper victims for the Sihedron ritual in two days’ time.
Commit that list to memory and then destroy it before you begin your work. The ones I have selected must be marked before they die, otherwise they do my master no good and the greed in their souls will go to waste.
If others get in your way, though, you may do with them as you please. Eat them, savage them, or turn them into pawns—it matters not to me.
- Your Mistress, Wanton of Nature’s Pagan Forms
He smiles at you sadly as he looks up.
"My first response? There is not much here. THe Sihedron rune you know all about - the seven pointed star, dates back to the ancient myths of this place and we have all seen far too much of it already to know by now that someone somewhere believes that this rune has great power." He shrugs helplessly.
"There isn't an answer here, but it is clear that there may be another stage to this thing, and at some point you are either going to have to go to this nobleman's townhouse in Magnimar, or expect a visit in the night at some point if someone choses to get revenge on you for knocking out one of their ... I don't know? What was Aldern? A bit-actor in a greater play?"
-----
White Deer! Definitely time for the White Deer. You make your farewells, arranging to meet with Mandraiv there later for a drink. On your way across town, Jokad feels his gut spasm. Before he can say anything he convulses, finding himself suddenly doubled over in the street, vomiting thin, weak tendrils of blood stained watery vomit.
God it hurts. His gut hurts!
Kael, Jovik, and Danth move immediately over to aid their friend. Danth takes control of the situation, forcing Jokad to sit down, to take some water from his water bottle. Jokad's brow is covered with sweat. Jovik moves close, and then suddenly pulls back. The vomit stinks - not like vomit, but with the taint of death!
Fenris
Adventurer
Jovik swears "Something tainted him, most likely Aldern in that last fight. We need to get him healed up. Back to the church" says Jovik with a longing look at the White Deer, Jovik hurries to commandeer a wagon.
As he hurries back with the wagon he has to laugh, this time last year Hemlock would have been running after him for misappropriating a wagon. Now he just flashes his Wolf badge and the towns folk fall over themselves to help.
As he hurries back with the wagon he has to laugh, this time last year Hemlock would have been running after him for misappropriating a wagon. Now he just flashes his Wolf badge and the towns folk fall over themselves to help.
The young Shoanti is scared. Only you who know him best would ever notice it between the grimaces of pain and anger. He curses and swears and puts up quite a show but he no longer resists Danth's overtures of help. The mere mention of Aldern and his 'pack' seems to stirke a chord in his fevered brain. "By the Gods he would not end up like them!!"
When Jovik returns with the cart he grabs a fistful of his tunic drawing him in close. "I will not wind up like those poor farmers," he growls. "Promise me you will give me a clean death... your blade... the silvered one. If Danth cannot beat this I ask you to finish it. Swear to me Jovik!"
When Jovik returns with the cart he grabs a fistful of his tunic drawing him in close. "I will not wind up like those poor farmers," he growls. "Promise me you will give me a clean death... your blade... the silvered one. If Danth cannot beat this I ask you to finish it. Swear to me Jovik!"
Rhun
First Post
"If you'd give me a few minutes to figure out what is wrong with you, it might help," says Danth, examining the Shoanti.
Hewligan, I think you might have missed my earlier post to do this, but Danth will make a heal check now to see what is wrong with Jokad:
Heal Check: 15 (Take 10 + 5)
Hewligan, I think you might have missed my earlier post to do this, but Danth will make a heal check now to see what is wrong with Jokad:
Heal Check: 15 (Take 10 + 5)
hewligan
First Post
OOC: I noticed, but Jokad was resisting your overtures and not letting you do the required examination, so I posted to show he sort of brushed you off.
Danth takes a close look at Jokad, peering into his eyes, looking at his tongue, smelling his breath, measuring his pulse, checking his glands, the usual stuff. The barbarian was sick, that much was sure. His chest sounded rattly, as if there was a heavy cold or something going on, but he has no other symptoms of the cold. His eyes look dull, his breath is not good .... you are not sure, as you have little experience in these matters directly, but you think he may have caught something from one of the attacks upon him from the ghouls. You eventually persuade the Shoanti to let you peel back his breastplate and tunic and look at his chest and neck. There is a large scar where the breastplate meets the neck, a bite or scratch mark. It is hard to tell exactly what, as the wound is very angry and swollen, and has turned an ugly purple colour.
OOC: Jokad suffers 1D3 dexterity, and 1D3 constitution damage - please roll and apply.
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