Is'Merith - Campaign Thread

[Macv12]

Mina is probably right - if this was some kind of epidemic, someone would have noticed a bunch of wolf-men running around by now. It's probably only Tro'leera that's a full beast man, just exacerbated by the disease. Still, the thought of either Isaac or Alejandro losing their heads in a crowded area...let alone both of them...that's almost scarier.

Shen moves to grab Tro'leera's legs, carrying them under her arms like a wheelbarrow. It turns out it's pretty hard to share a load between an elf and a gnome and a halfling, though. By the time they hit the street, her back is already killing her from all the hunching.

 

[The Grassy Gnoll]

[sblock=Owlish] That Elf looks ridiculous, Gnome. It's not Sports Day, you know.[/sblock]

Alejandro suggest that the Isaac and he take care of the poisoner, with Shen as the 'face' to shop and if need be administer a little more sleepy time with the butt of a dagger.

He also runs back aboard ship, cuts down his hammock and grabs a couple of spears, then runs back, fashions a crude travois or stretcher, and then continues.

 

[Sezarious]

[sblock=OOC - Daedarai] The redness of the rash has a central hub, which spreads out in tendrils, other parts of the body where the tendrils have spread have formed into new rashes, again spreading by new tendrils. The rash is slightly raised above the skin and appears to be tender with the occasional tendril more raised than the others splitting the skin, causing bleeding and plasma leakage. No doubt Tro'Leeras recent transformation has exassibated the rash. It's interesting that in a city full of free healers that Tro'Leera hasn't already gone to get cured of whatever he has... He probably has a good reason, just saying, Daedarai will have thought this after the others have left...[/sblock]

Just after the others leave, several thieves guild members rush around the corner with scimitars, ready to slay whatever made the loud racket. "Stand and del- I mean, DON'T MOVE! You- What the hell is going on here Daedarai?" The guild member lowers his blade.

Shen, Isaac, Alejandro and Daedarais Owl move at twice speed through the city, doubling back once for some reason, much to the Rangers confusion, but she quickly understands as Al shows the party another of his secret entrances to a centuries old stormwater drain. Within only half a mile, he turns to a crack in the drain behind some dense climbing foliage and lifts the curtain out of the way. What Shen would have assumed was Al leading them away from the gates to a dead end was a pathway that led directly under the central district to the other side of town.

With that, the party were standing in front of the primary hospi-church of the Pelorites. Moving forward, everyone reached the big oak doors and entered carrying the poisoner. The building was full of hustle and bustle on the inside, Nun/Nurse hybrids and Dr. Priests were moving about carrying potion crates to take to the smaller clinics underneath the city.

The party approaches a desk with someone who appears to be an older female half-orc matron of sort's, wearing gilded robes and sporting a golden pair of spectacles. Lowering the papers she had in front of her, she looks up at the party. With a dry and nasaly voice she asks. "Can I help you gentlemen, oh, er and miss?" She notes with a squint at Shen who is further back and slowly takes her spectacles off her face to swap with another pair. "Ahhh, that's better, I can see you all now... What seems to be the problem?"

 

[Macv12]

[sblock]"Miiiike Wazoooowski!"
"No, Shenemnenmone Tanner."
"Ooooh, let me put my glaaaasses oooon. Weeeell aaaaren't you a preeeetty little thiiiiiing."
"Thanks. This guy's sick."
"Puuuuut him in the piiiiiiiile."

You will all read her in that voice from now on. Assuming you like Pixar movies.[/sblock]

 

[The Grassy Gnoll]

Alejandro gets Isaac to help him wrangle the poisoner into an upright position.

He then opens the mans shirt to reveal the red blotches.

"Problem one."

Then he rolls up his own sleeve to show the scratches on his arm sustained in the Battle of the Breakfast Table, as he has come to think of it.

"This man gave me these. He is a werewolf. That'd be problem two."

He drops Tro'leera unceremoniously.

"My colleague here", nodding at Isaac, "Suffered a similar blow. We need to speak to someone about making sure we aren't infected with werewolf juice. That's step one."

He jerks a thumb at Shen. "While we get healed, we'd like for someone to look at our blotchy friend. My elven companion here will be looking after him. We fear that the Red Death has moved out from Peer'at and is pressing on the edges of the civilised parts of town."

He smiles brilliantly.

"So. We'll have two heals to go and a consultation with your finest doctor, please."

He pauses, raises a finger.

"Thinking about it, might be best to see someone before too long. Like, before it gets dark." He waggled his eyebrows. "You know, with the moon and everything."

 

[Trogdor1992]

"And if you could possibly be quick about it, that'd be great" Isaac adds with a sh¡t-eating grin.

 

[The Grassy Gnoll]

[sblock=Ninja'd]Isaac beat me to my edit![/sblock]

 

[Matthan]

[SBLOCK=OOC]You guys are amazing. This is going to be hilarious and a train wreck at the same time.[/SBLOCK]

Daedarai looked up from picking up some strewn about cutlery. “My apologies, friends, an associate had an incident during breakfast that resulted in a slight scuffle to ensure he receives the help he needs.” His speech slowed, “The help that is free and widely available in our city.” He began to look off to the side as his mind raced ahead of his words and a frightening realization dawned on him, “Help for an ailment that is both very noticeable and very dangerous for a person who is very lucid and logical while taking his medication.” His voice dropped to a whisper, “Olidamarra’s luck find us. He doesn’t go the clerics for a reason.”

Springing to his feet, he crosses to the guards and implores them, “Send word through the city as quickly as you can. There is an elf, gnome, and halfling carrying a man in a stretcher to the temple of Pelor. Get them a message that they must not show the man in the stretcher to the clerics. Hurry! Lives are in danger and my cell desperately needs silver!”

Turning to Mina with panic in his eyes, he implored her, “Get to his room and find more medicine. Get it to them at the temple before it’s too late. I’ll be right behind you. I’ve got to get the weapons!”

Hurtling past the guards, the next ten minutes were a blur as he ran to the ship fence and through the market grabbing and purchasing items as quickly as possible. Weapons and items in hand, he rushed towards the temple calling out with mind to Sullo’rhea and knowing in the pit of his stomach that he would arrive too late.

 

[Macv12]

[sblock="OOC"]I hope you weren't expecting tact from the "two fists full of weapon" half of the party. [/sblock]
"Don't worry though, he's got medicine for that," Shen reassures the woman, grinning innocently. "Just we didn't bring any." Well, except for the very permanent kind of medicine tucked in her belt.

 

[The Grassy Gnoll]

[sblock=Additional detail to "help"] I should add that, due to Alejandro's feelings towards half-orcs, all of the above was delivered in an "English-tourist-abroad-asking-for-directions voice, ie very clearly pronounced and loud.

You and your half-orcs. Buggers are everywhere in this place![/sblock]