Is'Merith - Campaign Thread

“If that disease is spread that way, then I would rather us be safe than sorry and have Isaac healed as well. He may not have been bitten, but we don’t know if the claws can infect or not. We also don’t know how much time you have before the disease starts to affect your minds. We need to split up.”

“Alejandro and Isaac, I think you both should head to the Pelorites with Shen. If you begin to show signs of an infection clouding your judgment, Shen should be able to make sure you make it to the temple.” With a wave of his hand, a small owl appeared on Daedarai’s arm. “This is Sullo’rhea. She is a new friend that I made last night after our trip into the desert. She and I share a connection. Alejandro, take her with you and when you hear from your small friends about Nora’s location tell Sullo’rhea where the rest of us should meet you and have her fly back here. Mina and I will come meet you as quickly as possible.”

“While you are gone, we will get Tro’leera safely back to his room and search it for any more medicine that might help Nora. I’ll also make sure the guild is protecting our valuable new friend while he rests. Past that, we need to get more silver weapons. If anyone else needs supplies, leave your money with us and Mina and I can make the purchases and bring them to you when we meet.”

Daedarai catches himself for a moment and pauses before continuing, “I’m sorry. I’m afraid that I’m still calming down from the fight and have presumed much. I never even apologized for provoking his change. I saw a fri…” he stumbles as he sees Shen and continues again, “I saw one of my partners making a move and acted to support him. Forgive me, I had hoped to keep us out of danger and instead threw us into it.”

Shaking his head slightly, he finished, “Is the plan agreeable or are there other options that I’ve missed?”
 

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Shen turns the dagger over a couple times, contemplative, then wipes it clean and tucks it in her belt. Definitely want that at hand for this next part.

"Hey...I don't want to be a downer or nothin', but, this guy ain't cured. He's gotta take this stuff every time he's surprised or somethin'? How many people got this red death now? Can we really give 'em all a daily bottle a' wolf-away? And if someone forgets to take it, they turn into that?"

She pauses, eyes decidedly averted from anyone in the room. "I'm not sayin'...I'm just sayin'. When a horse gets a broke leg, you put it down. Some things ain't worth livin' with. If he can't make an actual cure, then...you know...."
 
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"I'm content to visit the Pelorites. Both Isaac and I need to make sure we're not infected."

He stretches out his hand for Sullo'rhea to land on.

"I shall call you Rhea."

The owl blinks twice and flies to the gnome, landing on his head.

[sblock=Owlish] "And I will call you Gnome."[/sblock]

"Hmm."

Turning to Shen, Alejandro says, "I agree. But we must find what we can and use what we have, for now. And Shen, should I show signs of red rashes, you must either restrain me or kill me."

"I have not enough gold to buy silver. Huh. How strange the world works. But I have my silvered staff."

[sblock=Owlish] "Shall we get on with it, Gnome? Your head is uncomfortable. And I am anxious to reach the pillars of the Pelorites where I can fly free for a while, whilst you are being wafted with incense and mumbled at."
"Nice to meet you, too."[/sblock]
 

"...yup," Shen responds with a somber nod. She feels like she should say more, but there's not much to say, really. This was a freebie. The man had the cure in his hand. Even then, he couldn't stop himself transforming, and he did some real damage to some hardened fighters in the few seconds it took to shove the cure down his throat. None of these things can be left alive.

"Don't worry 'bout al that, boss," she addresses to Daedarai. "Best we found this out before we got to trustin' him too much. Um, if you're gonna get stuff silvered, I was meanin' to get my poleax did. Gimme a sec to grab it before we go. I got some coins too, it's probably enough. If there's any left over, I don't want one red cent back until we all got everything we want to fight these things with."
[sblock]Well that went well. I wasn't sure Alejandro would be so cool about that suggestion. I have 196 coins to my name, so I'll ask Daedarai and Mina to silver my trusty dusty halberd. The rest can go to Alejandro and whoever else can use it to buy silver and potions and whatnot.

Apropos of nothing, why doesn't he bust out Reckless Attack more often?[/sblock]
 

While they spoke, Daedarai slipped his dagger into his hand and used the tip to lift Tro’leera’s shirt for a view of the rash. “I want to say that killing should be a last resort. These are sick people after all, but I’m afraid the danger is too great. Imagine if even a dozen people in Peer’At were infected and transformed like this. The canals would run red with blood. Until we have a better handle on this, we need to treat further encounters with these creatures as mercy killings both for the afflicted and those they threaten.”

The elf, still crouching, looked Alejandro in the eye as he continued, “The only exception is Nora. She’s still our mission. Hopefully, she isn’t infected, but if so, I say we do our best to help her. Shen’s right, Tro’leera’s tonic seems to hold the disease at bay, but it obviously has silver in it. We don’t know how long it takes to make or how much it costs, but it’s safe to assume that we can’t afford to produce medicine for everyone. It can be a temporary help, but we need an actual cure. Our best chance for that lies with the Pelorites.”

Daedarai stands and moves to the table. He pockets the alchemical vials that Tro’leera brought with him before grabbing the end of the tablecloth with a swift yank that removes it leaving the dishes standing. He lays it out on the floor beside Tro’leera and motions for Alejandro and Isaac to help him.

“We should try to touch him as little as possible,” he said grabbing the sleeves of the half-elf's shirt. “We can put him in this to prevent any accidental infection.”

As they maneuver his unconscious form onto the cloth, he continues, “The question that I’m really struggling with is do we take Tro’leera to the clerics. We don’t know if they can actually heal the disease. He would be a perfect test, but if they can’t heal him, they may see him as a threat to be removed.”

[SBLOCK=OOC for DM]What does the rash look like? Is it one large splotch or lots of patches?[/SBLOCK]
 

"Daedarai, while we go see these fool priests I must ask that you purchase me a silvered rapier." Isaac hands the gold to Daederai before continuing on with the others.
 

Mina had recovered quickly- such shocks were becoming routine, it seemed, and her ability to maintain her composure (or at least the appearance of composure) was improving mightily. Almost as soon as Tro'Leera hit the floor, Mina returned to her seat, and finished the last sip of her drink. She rose to her feet a moment later, as the others continued their examination and discussion, and when Daedarai took a closer look at the rash, she leaned over to look as well (though she took care to raise her veil far enough to cover her mouth and nose first- perhaps a sensible precaution, perhaps a response to the choking scent of burning dog hair that lingered over the poor fellow).

"Do you think that this is the Red Death, or is it something else?," she asked, as others had. "Perhaps it is both the Red Death AND the shifter's curse, and it is the Death which caused him to lose control of the change? It seems unlikely that his jailers would have tolerated such a condition, and even more unlikely that he would have been provided with resources like that while imprisoned... Whatever it is, though, anyone who was wounded should visit the healers- I do not yet trust my own abilities to purge such an affliction, if indeed there is any affliction to purge..."

[sblock= OOC] Busting out those new skills... Medicine check 1d20+2= 2; roll http://www.coyotecode.net/roll/lookup.php?rollid=108325
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"Well, I'm going. Anyone coming with me, now's the time. You travel with me, I'll get you there in half the time, and time is of the essence."

And Alejandro starts to walk out the door, dragging Tro'Leera under the armpit as he goes.

"A little help?"
 


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