Legacy of the Silver Dragon - Day 2 (Interlude)

[Goldhammer]

Beatrix nods when Antares asks her to interrogate the goblin. She grabs the cowering goblin by the ears and pulls him up to eye level. "You have done a terrible thing today." The massive woman bellows, her voice as terrifying as an avalanche. "There is no greater sin than to use poison against another being. The idea of hurting someone with such vile thing fills Malborka with a GREAT AND TERRIBLE ANGER!"

The juggernaut of a woman takes a moment to clam and speaks to the goblin again. "However, Malborka is the Goddess of healing, among other things. She is kind and forgiving to those who help others. Our friend, the captain, has been poisoned by one of your goblin arrows. To gain Malborka's forgiveness and her blessing, you must help us save his life. Now tell me little goblin, where can we find the antidote?"

 

[Binder Fred]

"You have done a terrible thing today." The massive woman bellows, her voice as terrifying as an avalanche,

even Antares is taken aback.

"There is no greater sin than to use poison against another being. The idea of hurting someone with such vile thing fills Malborka with a GREAT AND TERRIBLE ANGER!"

"Does it?" marvels the elf.

 

[gambler1650]

Antares' eyes do indeed fall on a cart nearby. One of the carts which is used to carry lumber from the forest sites that the men of Ascadar cut down trees at, into the town. It has large wooden wheels, one of which looks cracked and splintered. It has been left behind to be repaired as it would likely not take a full load of lumber without breaking the wheel. It does appear as though it might support a man's weight easily enough however. No animals are nearby, but it could probably be pushed/pulled by men in a pinch.

The guards look somewhat surprised at the dwarven priest's insistent demands, and one appears about to object before he closes his mouth. Instead, Alekan speaks up. "Yes. Getting the information from them is more important." He nods to the other one who is not helping support Gregof. Both guards draw ropes from satchels at their sides and begin to tie up the sleeping goblins, being none too gentle about it.

The goblin standing before the large priestess of Malborka starts to squeal desperately as its picked up, flailing ineffectually at the woman's massive arms. "No! No! Ears will be ripped off!" Realizing it's getting nowhere it tries to listen, and then its eyes grow panicked. "Antidote? Why would we have the antidote. We were supposed to keel him! The hyuman said! Poison from him. He gave nothing else!"

 

[Binder Fred]

"Stellan? Stellan! Master Stonehand? The cart! I hear it is ill-advised to agitate the humours too much in such cases?" Read would be more accurate - in Madame Pori's Herbarium for Small Practitioners, as a matter of fact - but accuracy of word must sometimes yield to more pressing concerns.

That done Antares is torn once more, seeing opportunity to continue helping the good captain on one side and yet, on the close hand, plots nefarious and unforeseen are coming into surprising light with every distorted word! (Who could possibly! And *WHY*? Does it - horrible thought - have aught to do with White Things and dancing stars?)

And yet - again - what use curiosity if the good captain should die, perhaps heartbeats from Godly healings? Now that the hoped-for antidote solution is seemingly nothing but wishful thinking...

"Perhaps we might postpone further answers until after all here are safe?" he meekly tries nonetheless, though with little hope.

OOC: I'm seeing a one-horse affair for the cart, maybe used to haul-in the rarer, more delicate/valuable wood essences? If it's a giant, two or four horse thing, I trust Muzdin will tell Antares he's crazy.

 

[Voda Vosa]

"Aye, get the cart, we'll move the captain with it." Says the dwarf, and takes matters on his own hands, moving to retrieve it.

 

[Goldhammer]

The goblin standing before the large priestess of Malborka starts to squeal desperately as its picked up, flailing ineffectually at the woman's massive arms. "No! No! Ears will be ripped off!" Realizing it's getting nowhere it tries to listen, and then its eyes grow panicked. "Antidote? Why would we have the antidote. We were supposed to keel him! The hyuman said! Poison from him. He gave nothing else!"

Beatrix sighs. She throws the goblin up in the air and catches him by his shirt. "Human? Who is this human being? Why would a human be wanting to attack this town?" The large priestess asks the goblin, no longer holding him by the ears. She looks the goblin straight in the eyes with a glaze of steel. "Little goblin, you must take us to this human at once! Only he may have the cure to our friend's ills. Do this and you will gain Malborka's great blessing."

 

[Binder Fred]

So much for having all of one's desires on one's plate -- noble helping and curiosity too. Just trying was probably - quite likely in fact - high and petty selfishness on his part: there is a man's life at stake! Still, "Good thought, fair... Wall-sentry? Though one perhaps not entirely void of possible complications?" he hesitantly cautions. Antares flicks wide, emerald eyes towards his companions and the good captain, his feet already drawn that way: "I -ah- will inquire if Stellan would wish to accompany you, perhaps? Certainly I would advise, perhaps seeking help with the guards before venturing forth?"

But by then he is already off and running, or at least trotting very fast down the hill in his starry robes, hoping to catch up.

A confusing and oft changing encounter this has been, much like the wind... Helping save what cannot be regained is, in all likelihood, the right path for him though, even if leaving priestess and goblin behind somehow feels wrong. In some way... Impolite? Incomplete? Unbecoming of storied heroes true? He doesn't know. Though here, with this particular task, his Art might yet be of some small service.

And with that thought he doubts no more.

Antares runs to the cart where, without pause, he climbs aboard the driver's seat, seizes the bare poles in both hands and starts incanting in soft, sussuring tones, head bowed. Almost immediately, subtle, golden radiance starts to frost down over the rough wooden frame from where his flesh makes gripping contact, not unlike the aura that surrounded Former-Anna when he carried her before...

OOC: Antares will lend his "magical" strength to helping Muzdin "pull" the cart towards the temple of Pelor (I'm assuming that's the closest possible healer, right Gambler?). Strength roll if needed: 1d20=8. Success by a full 10 points!

"Should- Should we perhaps pull the arrow out?" he asks Muzdin as the others get there, slowed as they are by their yet-living burden. At least then poison would be flowing outwards instead of in? (Is that how it works? He's not entirely sure.)

 

[Goldhammer]

"Here, let me be helping." The priestess said, walking over to the hurt captain, still holding the goblin in one hand. "Hold him down, this will hurt."

With her free hand, she pulls out the arrow as fast she can. With the arrow gone, she takes out her holy caldron and holds it above the wound.The large priestess begins chanting a magical song in an unworldly voice, both strong as stone and soft as chocolate cake. A white light covers the captain's wound, healing it slightly.

"There, should slow down poison. Best to get him to healer. I continue to talk with our goblin friend."

OOC: Using Cure Light Wounds on the poisoned captain.

 

[gambler1650]

The goblin is babbling now as it's dragged along, tossed about and otherwise manhandled by the large priestess. "I don't know where the hyuman lives! And they all look aliiiiiiiike!" the pitiful creature wails.

In the meantime, Gregof is settled in the cart, and gives a loud gasp as the arrow is withdrawn and then rapidly healed. He appears about ready to lose consciousness, whether from the poison or the shock of the arrow being pulled free but his expression appears somewhat less uncomfortable after the second laying of hands by a priest. Pelor's temple is only a few short minutes away by cart, small enough to be pulled by Muzdim, Antares and Stellan relatively easily.

 

[Goldhammer]

Beatrix sighs and taps the goblin on the head. "You must remember something. Why would this human be wanting to attacking this town? Where did you met him? Where is he getting poison from?"

The large priestess with her free hand, pulls out something from her bag. A small chocolate bun made by the Sisterhood of Malborka, wrapped tightly in blessed paper to preserve it. "This human must be stopped before he attack this town again. You must be helping us find him." Beatrix says kindly as she holds the treat under the goblin's nose. "Is only way you get blessing from Malborka."