[Lakelands] Six For Adventure

[maddmic]

Kregor had taken his leave of the others prior to them departing from Selby. He went out and made preparations of his own, buying what mundain items he might require. Once that he was sure that he had everything he needed, he headed back to the church. He sat quietly in his cell and prayed to Gragnor for the coming days.

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It was clear that Kregor was uneasy in the saddle. He kept quiet during the journey, only answering questions when inquired. He studied the goblin quite a bit when his horse drifted back towards the cart. As they approached Kell's Reach, he sat up higher in his saddle so as to show more of himself thinking that would change the residents thoughts about him.

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It is easy for Kregor to eat the meager portions as he had much worse while he grew up. When it was known that there wasn't enough seats for everybody, he calmly sat on the floor and prayed before his meal. He eats in silence and studies the others, still unsure of this "manticore".

OOC:
I just realized that I never completed buying his items. So I used his little excursion to buy the mundain stuff. I also added a Pearl of Power (1st) level. I had money to burn and no magic items. Hope this is n't a problem.

 

[Raven Crowking]

OOC: I just realized that I never completed buying his items. So I used his little excursion to buy the mundain stuff. I also added a Pearl of Power (1st) level. I had money to burn and no magic items. Hope this is n't a problem.

There is no way to buy a Pearl of Power in Selby-by-the-Water. Sorry.

However, since no significant game play has ocurred, combat-wise or spell-wise, we can call it a treasure from Kregor's previous adventures and asssume he has always had it.


RC

 

[Ulorian - Agent of Chaos]

Horsom accepts his soup with a murmured thanks to Amalric, enjoying the warmth against his hands. He leans against a post and takes a large sip from his bowl. After a contented sigh (he holds back on his usual belch due to standing in the church), he addresses his companions. "Fighting a creature capable of flight is no easy task. When I was serving aboard the Foamcutter last summer, we were attacked by a pair of winged beasties that picked off four sailors before our arrows finally forced them to search other prey. We might gain an advantage over it by cornering it in its lair. If we could enter its cave while it was away and lay an ambush for it, we could prevent it from flying away if it becomes too injured and returning to terrorise the area after it's licked its wounds and we've left. " He eyes Kregor and Dain. "And judging by the muscle we've got in this group, applying our swordarms.. and axe-arms", Horsom raises his with a grin,"would be more effective than bows and crossbows. And Dain.. Tor-Angol wouldn't want to be deprived of his share of the glory, would he?"

He then wipes his mouth with the back of his meaty hand and addresses Amalric. "The Archdeacon has given us some information about this manticore. Is there anything else you can add? What time of day it's normally abroad? A pattern to its attacks - location, prefered target? Where and when was its last attack?"

OOC: Horsom awaits feedback.

 

[Raven Crowking]

He then wipes his mouth with the back of his meaty hand and addresses Amalric.[/COLOR] "The Archdeacon has given us some information about this manticore. Is there anything else you can add? What time of day it's normally abroad? A pattern to its attacks - location, prefered target? Where and when was its last attack?"

"Manticore, you say?" The priest snorted. "That I doubt. There have been no manticores in this region since before I was born. No, what the thing is is a demon." He raised one hand to hold back protests. "Yea, perhaps it may take the seeming of a manticore, but mark my words, it is a creature sent forth from the Hells to do us all harm."

 

[Ulorian - Agent of Chaos]

Horsom chokes in mid-gulp and sprays soup from his nose. "A demon!?!?!", exclaimed Horsom, setting his bowl down with a clatter and wiping the soup from his face. He turns to face Amalric, anger in his voice."Your Archdeacon assured us we were dealing with a manticore. A strange and legendary creature to be sure, but a natural one. But now you tell us we are dealing with an abyssal monster. What is you know that your master doesn't? And why does he not have this information?"

 

[Raven Crowking]

Amalric laughed, without humor. "Do you think he does not know? If he does not, the Archdeacon must at least suspect. Why else send a band of adventurers, rather than some Knight of the Church? No, my friends, you are here because you are pawns to test the strength of a foe that is beyond you. When the Archdeacon has learned what he can from your deaths, he'll decide what's best to do. Mark my words. The wisest thing you could do would be to return from whence you came."

 

[Ulorian - Agent of Chaos]

Horsom's eyes narrowed as he considered the possibilities. He took an aggressive step toward Amalric."You are telling me that the Archdeacon is playing us for fools?!?! Listen, minion.. my village has been terrorised by this creature. I am here to stop it. Currently, I care nothing for the games the Archdeacon is playing. Tell me everything I need to know to destroy this monster." He turned angrily to the dwarf."And Dain, I don't need to tell you that you had better explain your role in this."

 

[wolfheart]

Dain shoots a glare in Horsom's direction. 'The boys let youth and pride get the better of him, showing his hand before tha rest of the cards have been dealt,' He thinks to himself.

"Brother Amalric, I think this talk of demons is premature. If you have proof that this is indeed the case, would that you show it? I have seen manticores, albeit from a distance, in my days on The Hunt of Deepinghelm and for one of the beasts to fly down from the Grey Hills would be a simple task. And, as for the Archdeacon's sending a party of adventurers, it would seem folly to do otherwise. If the church sent a vangaurd of temple warriors or holy champions the peasents panic would surely be doubled. So to you Amalric, I say hold your tongue when speaking of demons unless you have proof." Dain moved closer and closer to Amalric, until with his last sentance he was face to face with the man.

 

[Krug]

Glom didn't like the undertones of the conversations that was going on. He just wanted to go out there and destroy this creature. "Creatures often have abilities that are made up or exxagerated. We gobs once thought Bears could spit out demon spirits from their mouths, and that some birds turn into a mass of arrows. Some part of what we heard might be just myth. When we meet it, we will know vud is true," concludes the Gob.

 

[Raven Crowking]

As Dain and Horsom moved closer to the ill-kept priest, they inhaled the stale odor of a body which had not seen soap or water for weeks.

Amalric quickly stepped back, raising both hands. "Threatening the servant of the Gods is seven years bad luck," he said, "one for each God. Pray, young man, do not threaten me for telling you what I suspect of the Archdeacon's plots. All know that our richer brothers in the cities are two steps further from grace, and that the name of those steps are riches and power. And pray thee, Master Dwarf, that you do not split my skull for giving you fair warning. What proof have I, you ask?" Amalric laughed bitterly. "You will have all the proof you need when you meet it. As your friend here" ...he indicated Glom... "has pointed out. When you meet it, you will find out what is true."

The door to the Church opened. Fellan came in with Brother Hengist.

"Of course," said Amalric softly, "by then it will be too late. 'Ware what you say near the Archdeacon's ears."

"The horses are well looked after," Fellan said. "Is there any food left? What did I miss?"

Amalric answered quickly, in a loud voice. "There is food enough," he said. "Although it may not be as good of fare as you are used to, it is wholesome."