Hollow's Last Hope [IC]

[Voadam]

"No. It is not a few sick people. It is a plague. It ends in ruptured insides spewed out of blackened mouths. And it will spread here and engulf your men as well. According to the healer the crowd of already sick villagers will die within days with nothing that can help them. The magic of the priests has not been able to stop the sickness at all. They are doomed to die hacking out their lungs unless we save them. A few days is long enough for them to spread the contagion to the entire village and this outpost will not be safe from its spread. It will come here and doom you and your men as well. It is but a matter of time. We are here to help. We need only your one man's aid to save everybody from this doom."

Diplomacy +4

 

[YeOldeAlbatross]

Loricallior: Diplomacy Check 14+4=18, Success!

The foreman stops chewing and looks hard for a moment at Loricallior. Then, he shakes his head and sighs. "Fine, if it will get you to stop talking my ear off about plagues..." He signals to the guard. "Go find Rhodam."

Ten minutes later, the guard returns with another man in tow. The newcomer is quite tall and thin, with a thick black beard and sharp eyes. "I'm Milon Rhodam, you were looking for me?" he asks in puzzlement.

"Make this quick, time's a wasting!" snaps Foreman Trookshavits as he returns to his plate of mutton

 

[Nazhkandrias]

Jebbo gives a sideways glare at the foreman, and softly mumbles, "So's that lovely figure a'yours." He then quickly smiles at Milon. "Why, we certainly were, sir! Y'see, we're a-lookin' for this here tree. S'posed t'be the oldest tree in the forest! 'Course, our Goodwood Tree back home was prob'ly older, as was m'granny, dusty old bird that she was... but, back to the point... We'll be needin' somethin' growin' on it for some sorta cure f'the Blackscour Taint. Y'wouldn't happen t'have the foggiest idear of where it might be?"

[sblock=OOC]OK, if he's cooperative, great. If not, I'll shoot for a Diplomacy check. Modifier is +6. Oh, and just so you know, I intended that little remark to be too quiet for the foreman to hear. [/sblock]

 

[Azgulor]

"Let's take this outside, shall we? As Jebbo said, we're hoping you can help us. We'll make it worth your while."

While holding the door for Hakkara, (and with his spear still in his other hand) Cyryn adds, "Besides, the smell of rancid pork is overpowering in here."

OOC: Cyryn isn't whispering the last. And yes, I know he's eating mutton.

 

[Insight]

"Let's take this outside, shall we? As Jebbo said, we're hoping you can help us. We'll make it worth your while."

While holding the door for Hakkara, (and with his spear still in his other hand) Cyryn adds, "Besides, the smell of rancid pork is overpowering in here."

Hakkara smirks at Cyryn's comment, and continues through the doorway. "I am perfectly capable of opening the door myself," she says as she passes Cyryn. She then stops just past the door, half-turns towards Cyryn, then quietly, "Your gallantry does not go unnoticed, however."

 

[hero4hire]

Hakkara smirks at Cyryn's comment, and continues through the doorway. "I am perfectly capable of opening the door myself," she says as she passes Cyryn. She then stops just past the door, half-turns towards Cyryn, then quietly, "Your gallantry does not go unnoticed, however."

"--And neither have your 'efforts' Foreman. It is always good to know who is caring enough to be helpful in times of need...." and who is not. Jared finishes silently as he abruptly turns and goes out the door behind the others.

 

[YeOldeAlbatross]

Foreman Trookshavits snorts in disdain at the comments of Cyryn and Jared as the group exits the lumber camp's office. Milon follows the others to a more secluded spot outside the nearby bunkhouse, where he replies to Jebbo's request for aid.

"Did you say you know of a cure for the taint? I find that a little hard to believe, but I suppose anything is worth a try. You see, my little nephew has that damnable plague. I'll help you if I can.

"So, you need to find the oldest tree in the Darkmoon Vale, hmm? All right, sure. I know where it is. Up in the northern part, beyond the lake. Here, let me sketch a map for you."

Milon stoops down and, grabbing a wood chip laying on the ground, scratches a crude map in the dirt. "Make for this area. Trust me, you'll know the tree when you see it. It dwarfs all the other trees in the vale."

"I need to get back to work, but I wish you godspeed. I hope this concoction of yours really can cure the plague...I fear my nephew's life depends on it."

OOC: Please review the map at the top of the thread, as it has been updated with the locations of the oldest tree in the forest, the hut of Ulizmila the witch, and the dwarven monastery. Between the help of Milon and Cyryn's gather info checks, all three locations are known to you now.

 

[Voadam]

"So it looks like we head north through the woods until we come upon the lake, circle around along the east until we come to that northern inlet point off to the west end of the lake then head north until we find the oldest tree in the land that dominates the landscape." Loricallior smiles "No problem."

 

[Insight]

"So it looks like we head north through the woods until we come upon the lake, circle around along the east until we come to that northern inlet point off to the west end of the lake then head north until we find the oldest tree in the land that dominates the landscape." Loricallior smiles "No problem."

Hakkara looks aroound the lumber camp. "Let us be going then," she says. "I've had my fill of this place, and we now have somewhere to go. The talk must stop. It is time for action."

 

[Azgulor]

Cyryn shakes the man's hand, "You have our thanks friend. If your apothecary is right, you've put us on the road to finding ingredients she'll need to make a cure. May the gods protect you and your family."


OOC: Cyryn attempts to use Sleight of Hand [+6] to slip 2 silvers and 1 gold to Milon without being noticed. He whispers, "The twins for your help, the last for your nephew's family."



Turning to regard the darkening sky, Cyryn says to Hakkara, "I'm eager to put this place behind us as well, but it will be dark soon. We should find a place to camp, preferrably one that will let us see if anyone from the logging camp approaches."

Cyryn scans the area surrounding the logging camp, seeking a promising site.