[Lakelands] Six For Adventure

[Krug]

"I would.. stay away," says Glom. He did not want to interact with the villagers. "Their information is based on heresy and rumour anyway. Can we not leave now?" However, he doesn't mind if the others go to question and he stays behind or waits outside the village.

 

[Ulorian - Agent of Chaos]

OOC: These are my comments if the majority of the group wants to stay and speak to the villagers.

"So who are our potential interviewees? Goodwife Horner, the town leaders.. the local taverns are always a good source of gossip.. the local guardsmen.. although odds are we'll find find these notables at the tavern as well.", Horsom grinned. "Anyone else, Brother Amalric? If not, I'll head down to the local pub to find out what I can. Would anyone like to join me?"

 

[Toric_Arthendain]

Selanil woke in a cold tomb, long ago robbed of whatever finery it had held. Whereas he had fallen asleep on a soft down matress, he awoke upon a slab of stone. The rock beneath him was russet, as though stained long ago by blood...or Maeve's red mead. As he rose from his cold bed, Selanil heard a clatter. A spear, apparently once leaning on the stone, had fallen beside him. A piece of lavender-hued gossamer was tied around it, near the bronze spearhead.

Selanil stood and stretched, suppressing a yawn. He looked around the tomb and shook his head. He tried to shake off the disorientation of going to sleep in a warm bed and waking on a cold slab of stone in an empty tomb.

He jumped slightly when the spear clattered to the hard ground. He leaned over and picked up the spear, studying the piece of gossamer that was tied around it.

Once he had regained most of his wits, he began the trek out of the tomb, spear in hand.

 

[Raven Crowking]

OOC: These are my comments if the majority of the group wants to stay and speak to the villagers.

"So who are our potential interviewees? Goodwife Horner, the town leaders.. the local taverns are always a good source of gossip.. the local guardsmen.. although odds are we'll find find these notables at the tavern as well.", Horsom grinned. "Anyone else, Brother Amalric? If not, I'll head down to the local pub to find out what I can. Would anyone like to join me?"

"Alas," said Amalric. "Kell's Reach is too small to support a tavern. You would have to make the rounds of the village....Perhaps Brother Hengist could take you. There are some...things here which require my attention. Also, I am not much of a walker."

 

[Raven Crowking]

Once he had regained most of his wits, he began the trek out of the tomb, spear in hand.

As he came into the daylight, Selanil heard a voice he recognized speak from behind him. "Oh, very well done, my Lord, very well done indeed." Turning, Selanil saw Etain sitting on the lintel of the barrow. Her dress of the other day was gone, replaced with a tattered outfit made of sewn-together rags. "Oh, Mother liked you very, very much. So polite you were, and so wise not to give in to Her particular madness." She mimed drinking from a cup of mead and then, leaping up, spun around as though dancing with an invisble partner. It seemed, almost, as though she would fall from the lintel, but she did not. Instead, she leapt lightly down to stand beside Selanil.

"You received her favor," the girl said, touching the piece of lavender cloth tied to the spear with reverance. "That is more than many could do, without succumbing to drink or love. The weapon once belonged to Gwertheyrn ap Nudd, a great warlord of the Esk. May you bear it well!"

Selanil knew that the Esk were a human people who dwelt in the Lakelands long ago. They built mounds and barrows, and had a special interest in spiral forms and labyrinths. They had probably, in fact, built the place in which he had spent the night. Probably, also, they had built the place where he had been told the manticore laired.

"Come now," Etain cried. "We must go east and south, or you will arrive too late. Let us chase the wind!" She set off down a narrow footpath at a brisk walk. Selanil, with his longer legs, would easily be able to pace her. "And," she added, turning to face the elf, "if we meet any travelers on the roadway, you may address me as Tattercoats. Names have power, and we do not use ours lightly, not even those we can put on or cast off as old garments."

 

[wolfheart]

Dain responds to Horsom in hushed tones, "If there is treachery about, it does not lie with me. I think the fear of this beastie has shattered Brother Amalric's mind. I doubt very much that he has ever journeyed more than a days ride from this town, and the thought of his little world becoming a dangerous place has overcome him. I also suspect that he almost hopes it is a demon, that would go a long way in explaining the Tallowbones outbreak of last winter. Regardless, this beastie will not be long for this plane now that we are here."

Dain than addresses the party, "If it is everyones will to seek more information then so be it. My instinct tells me to just walk up and put a beating on it's head, but alas that is the warrior talking and not the priest. I say go, find out what you can about this beastie from the townfolk. I will remain here and offer up prayers to Aedor and search for guidance."

Dain considered the issue decided and as he stood there, looking about the church, he thought something was not right. 'I would not mind poking around the church for the afternoon,' he thought, 'I've never known a cleric of the seven to let himself be so unclean. His odor is that of a stablehand's, and methinks that is not right.'

Dain then asked Hengist to help him secure the equipment that was in the cart, and moved towards the door.

 

[Ulorian - Agent of Chaos]

"I think you might be right about Amalric, Dain. He seems a little.. off. All the same, we should go in expecting the worst from this manticore.. just in case we are being treated as worms on a hook."
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"No tavern?!?!", Horsom cried in mock agony as he clutched his throat. "I didn't think it was possible for a town to be that small!" He turned to Maldordo: "If you'd like to turn your charms on the goodwife, I'll see if I can find some guardsmen to chat with. Hopefully we can get some useful information and be back shortly, maybe quickly enough to head for the barrow this afternoon. Brother Hengist, will you accompany us?"

 

[Raven Crowking]

OUT OF GAME: Toric, feel free to respond if you desire. I am at work right now, so I can't give a full response to what is going on in Kell's Reach. If you allow me to, though, I will do so this weekend...basically summarize what you learn by going to see villagers, etc., and bring Selanil into the same location as the other PCs.


RC

 

[maddmic]

Kregor waits outside for the others. He had spoke his peace and wish to not tarry any longer. As parts of the group started to emerge from the church, he began making preparations. Once it was apparent that they were not leaving though, he sat on the ground and started praying to Gragnor, while patiently waiting.

 

[Toric_Arthendain]

Selanil was startled by Etain's appearance outside the barrow. At her mention of his not giving in to Maeve's particular form of madness, Selanil almost laughed out loud. He had Etain to thank for her guidance, not his own wisdom. Without Etain, he certainly would have partaken of the red mead or done something else that might have caused himself harm.

Gripping the spear tightly, he set out after Etain, keeping the same pace that she set.