[KAUAI]The Rod of Seven Parts: Of Hexes and Gems

[SlagMortar]

Seeing Lewit emerge from the building and begin cleaning blood off his boot, Brakkus asks in a low tone, "Was he in there? You didn't kick him to death, did you? You know he's our only good lead."

 

[BRP2]

"Oh, he's in there, and not dead. Voadam is talking to him and we now have the wand. Also, these are not my death-stomping footware of choice".

 

[Voadam]

"Do you practice any tradition of magic? Arcane, Divine, the nature magic of druid or ranger? Mind Magery? Do you have a knack for getting magic to work for you or is it that the wand works even for those without any magical skill?"

 

[Voadam]

Voadam considers. "Someone sent the demons to get the wand, knowing it was in the Cockatrice with you. What were the names of those you healed? Did many know you had the wand? How did you advertise for your healing?"

 

[CanadienneBacon]

Rancid starts to answer Voadam's first question, but quickly becomes very confused with all the rapid-fire questions until his mouth hangs open listlessly as Voadam finishes. Blinking at Voadam, Rancid drawls, "There's some in my family who've benefitted from father's purse and've had magical or clerical training, but not me." Rancid sniffs. "I've grander plans than healing Charline of pox or using magic to sweep the dust from the billiards room. I can sing a ditty fairly well and I've seen enough of those sticks in my own house to know how to give one a try. No sir, the place for me's on stage at the Mill. The Mountebank Mill, maybe you've heard of it? Grand costume's they've--" Rancid breaks off. "I can see you're not interested in the Mill. The stick? It won't work for just anyone? I never figured...lessee. Two of those I dunno their names. Just some folk passing through the city on their way elsewhere. Marrund, maybe. They were dwarves. The one, though, can't forget her. She works a show down in the Rivermark close to Moss's Agates and Gewgaws. Arquesta, her name is. She's a pretty lady, long black hair, gypsy eyes, and has this troupe of trained white ra--" Rancid coughs. "Sorry, not interested in that either, are you?"

The human fop gingerly gets down from the dusty table, wincing a little as he tests his weight on his repaired leg. "Look, I'm pretty hurt an' this ain't my abode. If you could just keep quiet that you saw me here? I'll be on my way. Maybe it's time I took my skill on to Gorles or Daroln. Never seen a demon before today and can't say that I want to repeat the experience."

 

[Strahd_Von_Zarovich]

Inside the shadowy tavern, Gamad suddenly has a very strong urge to order everything around him. The benches that are scattered slightly off-center at his table become irksome, and likewise his cup is not neatly arranged in front of him. His own clothing and gear that are untidy also become troublesome.

Hmm, what's that?!
Gamad mutters to himself and removes the pieces of hay out of his uncombed beard, he then arranges his own personal cup in front of him.
Hmm … something wrong, yes, where is my ale?
He waves to one of the wenches and mutters under his hood.
A dwarven spirit and some sausages … now! I'm hungry.
He asks without manners and straightens his cloth

 

[CanadienneBacon]

The wench nods but shrinks away from Gamad after bringing his platter of sausages. The girl's serving apron is askew and Gamad is bothered by her untidy appearance. The hair in her long brown braid has come loose in several places; tendrils of hair poke out, lending the wench a frazzled appearance. That, and one of the laces in the brace of the girl's bosom is frayed at the end. Looking around, Gamad notices that nearly everyone in the entire taproom has at least one thing about their person that is errant. A squire's short sword sheath isn't straight on his belt, the barkeep's mustaches are in want of trimming, and the cloaks of several city goers are laden with dust. How pleasing it would be if everything were neat and tidy, and clean.

 

[Strahd_Von_Zarovich]

Gamad

Gamad mutters to himself about the people's appearance, about his own appearance, he stands up and takes the tray of food and his cup of spirit to his room.
Something is wrong and it's no the ale.
He think, he takes out the wand and place it on his pillow, then he looks around again, on himself, even goes for a moment out from his room to check the lounge again.

 

[CanadienneBacon]

While perhaps not as strong as his earlier urges, Gamad finds enough downstairs in the Pig disordered that the room is still somewhat unpleasant to his senses. As he wanders around the inn muttering to himself, Gamad attracts several frowns of disdain and disgust from other patrons.

 

[Voadam]

Rancid starts to answer Voadam's first question, but quickly becomes very confused with all the rapid-fire questions until his mouth hangs open listlessly as Voadam finishes. Blinking at Voadam, Rancid drawls, "There's some in my family who've benefitted from father's purse and've had magical or clerical training, but not me." Rancid sniffs. "I've grander plans than healing Charline of pox or using magic to sweep the dust from the billiards room. I can sing a ditty fairly well and I've seen enough of those sticks in my own house to know how to give one a try. No sir, the place for me's on stage at the Mill. The Mountebank Mill, maybe you've heard of it? Grand costume's they've--" Rancid breaks off. "I can see you're not interested in the Mill. The stick? It won't work for just anyone? I never figured...lessee. Two of those I dunno their names. Just some folk passing through the city on their way elsewhere. Marrund, maybe. They were dwarves. The one, though, can't forget her. She works a show down in the Rivermark close to Moss's Agates and Gewgaws. Arquesta, her name is. She's a pretty lady, long black hair, gypsy eyes, and has this troupe of trained white ra--" Rancid coughs. "Sorry, not interested in that either, are you?"

The human fop gingerly gets down from the dusty table, wincing a little as he tests his weight on his repaired leg. "Look, I'm pretty hurt an' this ain't my abode. If you could just keep quiet that you saw me here? I'll be on my way. Maybe it's time I took my skill on to Gorles or Daroln. Never seen a demon before today and can't say that I want to repeat the experience."

"That would be best. The one who summoned those demons is after the wand and believes you have it. There will be more blood spilled before this is over with. I will question this Arquesta. I will confirm your story Danian Forsythe. If you have told me truth you can hide in safety while I hunt down this summoner. One last question before you go, what does 'ruat' mean in old hellenic?"