Hollow's Last Hope [IC]

"I am saddened by your suffering people of Falcon's Hallow. Your cries do not fall upon deaf ears. I have heard of your plight and wish to help. I am told that Laurel is your best chance of recieving aid, but she is but one while the sick are many. If you let me pass I plan to help. As for alms, if it will ease your suffering I, and my companion Cyryn will give to any suffering who ask." Jared indicates the rogue next to him and reaches for his own purse. He whispers back to Cyryn. "I had no idea you could be so generous."
OOC: Aid another on Cyryn's Diplomacy. Jared happily gives away his coin. Keeping only a gold for himself, but encourages Cyryn to do the same.
 

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His smile plastered on his face, Cyryn says to Jared through gritted teeth, "Neither did I. Your example must be divinely inspiring me. You know I've heard of some clergy taking a vow of silence. You might want to consider it.""

OOC: Cyryn will pass out a silver a head to roughly half the locals.
 

Loricallior nods to his companions Jebbo and Hakara as he watches with an amused grin on his face Cyryn and the priest deal with the crowd. "Wait for it, if his gambit works be ready to join them as they head to the entrance." When the exotic elf judges the moment right he says quietly "Now." and walks forward to join the other two.

Loricallior will be friendly and pleasant in demeanor, a contrast presumably to the scowling woman. +4 diplomacy good cop complement to the scary bad cop Hakara presence who deters any interference with our progress as we move in with the other two.
 

[sblock=Cyryn: Diplomacy Check]
Jared, Aid Another: Diplomacy Check 14+1=15. Successful +2 Bonus.
Circumstance Bonus (for the payout of silver coins): +4
Cyryn Diplomacy Check 4+6+2+4=16, Success!

There are about 20 sick locals in line, so this act of 'charity' will cost Cyryn and Jared each 10 silvers. Azgulor and hero4hire, please adjust your character sheets accordingly.[/sblock]

The people in the line are sick...but not too sick to eagerly press forward around Cyryn and Jared, their hands clutching for the offered silver coins.

"Well...*cough cough*...I guess since you're here to help and all, you might as well go on ahead," concedes one heavy-set woman. There is a general murmur of assent from all of the suddenly-richer Falconers. As Jebbo, Hakkara, and Loriallior approach the front of the line, they find the locals far more agreeable...rendering Hakkara's itch for violence unnecessary, much to Loricallior's relief. With the problem of the townsfolk solved, the adventurers enter Roots and Remedies.

The smell of burnt earth and spicy incense chokes the air of the cramped, mud-tracked shop. Bunches of dried herbs hang from the ceiling, along with dangling pots, presses, alchemical apparatuses, and glassware of more arcane purposes. Pouches of rare plants, jars of colored glass, and all manner of dried, preserved, and jellied animal parts fill high shelves and tables doing double duty as displays and workspaces. In the shop’s rear, a rail-thin woman with severe-looking spectacles and hair pulled back tightly busies herself between an overpacked rack of herbs, a table covered in stray powders and measuring equipment, and a pot loudly bubbling over with thick gray froth. Over the din of her work and without looking up, the woman impatiently shouts, “And what’s your problem?”

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Laurel
 

YeOldeAlbatross said:
Over the din of her work and without looking up, the woman impatiently shouts, “And what’s your problem?”

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Laurel

Jared looks about at the oddites within the shop suspiciously and then takes a step forward and speaks in a loud enough voice to be heard without resorting to shouting. "Our problem would be the same problem that literally plagues this town. Simply put we wish to help. Is there a cure?"
 

Jebbo looks around the shop in wonder, curiously examining the jars and beakers lining the shop. He stops when he sees a few eyeballs staring back at him from a jar. "Well, scratch m'appetite, ah think it jest took a vacation." Jebbo turns to the woman, and offers up his best smile. "Well, hello there! You must be Laurel. M'name's Jebbo, pleased t'meet ya." Jebbo walks up next to Jared, and answers Laurel's question. "Oh, we're not sick, ma'am. T'tell the truth, ah feel healthier than m'pappy did, the time he fell into m'mother's best plum puddin'! Didn't feel s'good after that, though, dontchaknow." Jebbo takes a breath, and continues. "As m'friend here said, we be lookin' for a cure, t'help out this poor town, y'know." Jebbo winks at the lady, and stands up straight, puffing his chest out as far as he can. "Come Trolls, floods, or bad-tempered relatives, we'll do whatever we can t'help, ma'am!"
 

Laurel blinks a few times at the assemblage of adventurers before her. She then scowls openly at Jebbo as he looks around the shop, obviously concerned that he might break something.

In a tired voice she says, "I'm sorry, who are you again? You look like a bunch of tourists to me. It's bad enough the whole daft town comes crying to me for every stubbed toe and scabbed knee...now I've got the plague to deal with, and people are dying. I don't need a gang of tourists barging into my shop, ogling my things, and offering help with a cure. There is no cure for the Blackscour Taint. Not around here, anyway."
 

YeOldeAlbatross said:
Laurel blinks a few times at the assemblage of adventurers before her. She then scowls openly at Jebbo as he looks around the shop, obviously concerned that he might break something.

In a tired voice she says, "I'm sorry, who are you again? You look like a bunch of tourists to me. It's bad enough the whole daft town comes crying to me for every stubbed toe and scabbed knee...now I've got the plague to deal with, and people are dying. I don't need a gang of tourists barging into my shop, ogling my things, and offering help with a cure. There is no cure for the Blackscour Taint. Not around here, anyway."

"Then where, woman?" Hakkara asks, her voice jabbing like a short sword to the ribs. "Where is this cure, that we may be off on a worthy quest to save this pitiful town?"
 

Insight said:
"Then where, woman?" Hakkara asks, her voice jabbing like a short sword to the ribs. "Where is this cure, that we may be off on a worthy quest to save this pitiful town?"
Laurel shakes her head, as though convinced that Hakkara may be insane. Then, with a sigh, she answers, "All right, then, here's the situation. There are at least thirty people in this town who have come down with blackscour taint...though, honestly, at least three times that many think they have it." She grimaces as she continues, "Blackscour's just a fungus that’s not good for anything. Hard, bitter, and sharp, it likes the water and gets you sick if you drink it down. Never heard of it growing around these parts, though, until now.

"We think we found the source of the fungus, down at Brookman's farm, and Sheriff Baleson has put a stop to anyone drawing water from that spring. That doesn't help those that already have the taint, though. Unless they're especially hardy, everyone with this plague is likely to die painfully within days, while hacking up their bloody guts. Every cure I've tried has failed. Those out front there? All I can do is give them some urdroot tea, send them to bed, and hope for the best.

"But..."

Laurel hesitates for a moment, and looks over the five strangers once again, as though appraising the group's abilities...or their foolishness perhaps. Then she continues.

"My grandmother’s book has a brew in it that says its good for this kind of thing. A weird concoction that sounds more like hoojoo than real medicine. It calls for some rare roots and concentrations, most of which I have here, but there’s three I don’t. And there's no one around here brave enough to go and try and get them for me. It's a longshot, but it's the only chance those people have.

"So...you still want to help?"
 

YeOldeAlbatross said:
Laurel shakes her head, as though convinced that Hakkara may be insane.

She may be on to something there :lol: :lol: :lol:

"My grandmother’s book has a brew in it that says its good for this kind of thing. A weird concoction that sounds more like hoojoo than real medicine. It calls for some rare roots and concentrations, most of which I have here, but there’s three I don’t. And there's no one around here brave enough to go and try and get them for me. It's a longshot, but it's the only chance those people have.

"So...you still want to help?"

"Yes, that is what we shall do," Hakkara declares, before looking to the others for counsel. "Tell us where these roots and herbs and things may be found, and we shall retrieve them, for the good of this town. Let us be off so that we may find these roots. Am I to assume they lay in strange lands guarded by evil humanoids or creatures? Let us hope so, for my sword arm needs attention."
 

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