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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Funeris" data-source="post: 1914769" data-attributes="member: 22792">Chapter 7: Child's Play ContinuedNote: Just so everyone knows, Magnus is a 16-year old male.  He is suffering from a wisdom drain (as is Tobias and Motega to a lesser extent).  He also rolled a natural ‘1’ on his diplomacy check.  Much laughing ensued.--oo—Magnus’ mouth hung wide-open, drool dribbling out and splashing toward the floor.  Fitz quickly dashed forward and covered the young mage’s mouth.  Standing in front of the party, the apprentice to the priestess tapped her foot nervously.  Her earthen colored robes clung tightly to the natural hills and valleys of her beautiful frame.  The brown curly locks of hair danced down to her shoulders accented by strands of flowers among the curls.“I will repeat myself only once,” she nervously, yet sternly stated.  “Why is it that you need to see Mistress Erigal?”  She shifted uncomfortably, trying to loosen her nearly skin tight robes.“Well, we’re in need of some restorative powers,” Fitz blurted.  “Specifically my friend here.” He nodded at the mage he had a hand clamped firmly over.  “And a those two back there,” he gestured over his shoulder with his head.“What you are requesting won’t be free.”  She motioned to the makeshift cots on the floor of the wooden church.  “Especially in dire times like now.”“We are willing to pay for the services.”  Muffled giggling erupted from Magnus’ covered mouth.“Let me check with the lady.”  The apprentice pivoted, and stalked toward the doorway in the rear of the church.  Her head shot over her shoulder to catch all of the Heroes’ eyes, except Calyx’s, on her youthful form.Calyx’s eyes, instead of staring, rolled and she grunted, “Men.”The apprentice was only gone for mere moments.  When she returned, still shifting uncomfortably under the Heroes’ gazes, she said, “You may enter the back room.  Mistress Erigal, the Grower, will see you.”  The party peeled themselves away from the apprentice and walked into the back room.The Lady stood waiting for them in her private chambers.  She eyed each one over as they entered.  Her eyes focused briefly on the drooling youth.  His head was rotated over his shoulder, peering back through the door.  An older man practically dragged the youth through the door.  If not for his lack of religious icons, he could’ve been a priest.  The orange cloak he wore would point him out as a follower of Ceria, she thought.  But no priest of Ceria would dare come to a church of Qwyna Pru for help.  The rivalries between the goddesses ran deep.Next through the door was another youth, although this one had long red hair.  His eyes looked nearly vacant as if he lacked intelligence.  And following him closely was a Rornman.  The tribal tattoos easily pointed out his nationality.  Heathens, she thought silently.Calyx stalked into the doorway last.  Mistress Erigal’s jaw almost hit the floor.  Almost.  A druid dared to enter?!  What a strange party, she pondered.  Druids were hated as much as followers of Ceria by the church of Qwyna Pru.  Of course, followers of Ceria weren’t burned alive like the heathens that worshipped the old gods.“The ritual is too expensive.  I fear you won’t have the amount of currency necessary.  I’m sorry to waste you time.”  She smiled maliciously at the rag-tag band.  She turned away, physically instructing them to leave.“How much?”  Fitz asked through clenched teeth.“Eighteen Hundred silver pieces.  Way beyond your means,” the Lady chided.Fitz rummaged in the haversack.  He removed the jade scorpiot necklace and tossed it onto her table.  “Its been appraised at seventeen hundred silver pieces.  And I’m sure we can handle the rest.”  The look of surprise on the Lady’s face bolstered Fitz’s attitude.  She moved toward the table and inspected the jade figurine necklace.  The gears in her mind turned over the new developments.  “I can only give you twelve hundred in credit for this,” she struggled to make a disapproving scowl, “necklace.  You still need six hundred silvers.”  Assuming she had dissuaded the grungy travelers, she began to return the necklace to Fitz.Fitz had another idea though.  He grabbed a sack of coin and pushed the priestess aside.  He dumped it’s contents onto the table and sorted through it.  Once done he stated angrily, “There.  There’s your other six hundred.”  A cold glare pierced his usually peaceful eyes.Lady Erigal’s jaw actually hit the floor this time.  She quickly counted and was embarrassed.  “Fine.  I will perform the restorations for you.  But, not until tomorrow.”“Do we really have to wait that long?” demanded Fitz angrily.“I am tired and will need to rest for the spell.  Tomorrow is the earliest I can perform it.  You are welcome to try someone else though, if you like.”  The smug smile returned to her face.“Fine.  We will see you first thing in the morning.”  Fitz grabbed his companions and pulled them out of the chapel.  As the Heroes headed to the tavern, Mistress Erigal’s greedy giggling drifted out of the church.--------------------------------------------------------------------------Note:  Silvers Pieces are the standard currency in the Valus.  So when I said 1800 silvers, it was actually 1800 GP in DnD terms.</blockquote>

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