Legacy of the Silver Dragon - Day 2 (Interlude)

[Voda Vosa]

"The gem? the gem is simply a well crafted item with no likely magical properties. I can narrow the overall value to about 100 GP." the dwarf replied.

 

[Binder Fred]

Antares, Nuzdin, Stellan

"Is that the green, or the ruby red perhaps?" inquires Antares when nothing else seems forthcoming. "Both?" And a dram disappointing none of the cutters in town have memory of them, it seems...

"Did they then come from caravan's far, do you think? The ledger we found mentions one such arriving a few days prior, in truth, to which likely they sold supply of rare woods -- for that seems to have been their trade?" he communicates to all present before realizing that he's done it again: skipped important information that not all here possess! "The gems were found with Not-Anna - the emerald, as mentioned - and near her perhaps-husband, that would be the ruby," he quickly explains to Dysare.

<Response Muzdin?>

 

[gambler1650]

Antares, Muzdin, Stellan
Dysare smiles a touch as Antares continues to speak, but at his mention of his theory as to why the runes were magic but the scribed version isn't, she hmmmms thoughtfully, "You may be on to something. Not sure about the gem part though. And as far as Lord Romani, I can ask on your behalf although you know as well as I that he isn't the most prompt of responders when it comes to his library. Well, unless you have something to ADD to his library at least."

She appears about to open her mouth again, when there's an odd sound from outside, coming from the edge of the village. Yelling, and a shriller scream. And another, higher pitched sound that sort of sounds like language, but not one that any of you are familiar with.

Beatrix

"Um. No." says Siarla somewhat sourly, as she gives the militia member who spoke to her an equally sour look. He merely leers in response until the heavier woman speaks to him. Possible comments flash across his eyes and expression, but he settles for not saying them, and instead replies. "Gregof? Yeah, he's not here. Just got called away by a messenger. Said he should be back before long, if you want to wait." He looks inside, "The chairs should be ok for you to sit on. They're made of local wood."

He appears about to open his mouth again, when there's an odd sound from outside, coming from the edge of the village. Yelling, and a shriller scream. And another, higher pitched sound that sort of sounds like language, but not one that you are familiar with.

 

[Goldhammer]

Beatrix

"Um. No." says Siarla somewhat sourly, as she gives the militia member who spoke to her an equally sour look. He merely leers in response until the heavier woman speaks to him. Possible comments flash across his eyes and expression, but he settles for not saying them, and instead replies. "Gregof? Yeah, he's not here. Just got called away by a messenger. Said he should be back before long, if you want to wait." He looks inside, "The chairs should be ok for you to sit on. They're made of local wood."

"Afraid I have no time for sitting." Beatrix says, hearing the cry from outside town. "Someone is needing to check that noise out. Keep seat warm for me, ja?"

With that, the large cleric leaves the guard behind and returns to Siarla. "Am thinking is best for you to stay here for the moment." Beatrix tells Siarla, taking her hammer back from the young girl. "Not sure what is making noise, but could be very dangerous. I'll come back once I figure out what is happening. Hoping to meet Captain along the way."

Beatrix takes another look back at the guard who was leering at Siarla. "Maybe not stay right here. Could also be dangerous, ja?"

"I'll teach you how to use warhammer once I've finished!"

 

[Binder Fred]

Antares, Muzdin, Stellan (and soon Beatrix )

Dysare smiles a touch as Antares continues to speak, but at his mention of his theory as to why the runes were magic but the scribed version isn't, she hmmmms thoughtfully, "You may be on to something. Not sure about the gem part though."

Hm... "Still, I would, perhaps, like to keep them if I could, Muzdin, Stellan? As memories of triumph and loss?" Have the two set in a simple silver pendant, perhaps? To hang around his neck as a token of their first true foe (the red) and first true loss (the green)...

<Response Muzdin and Stellan?>

OOC: If they agree, Antares would then owe them 66 gp each from any future treasure, of course.
OOC2: Gambler, is the answer Muzdin gave for the emerald, the ruby or both? And if it's just one of the two gems, what would be the info for the other? (I've assumed 100 gp each and a nogo for both re further info above)

"As far as Lord Romani, I can ask on your behalf although you know as well as I that he isn't the most prompt of responders when it comes to his library. Well, unless you have something to ADD to his library at least."

Antares' eyes widen: a very interesting idea, one that had not occurred to him at all. He tells her so, adding: "Though I did think that perhaps carrying the Letter *to* him, ourselves, might possibly speed us on our way?" That the Lord might answer with his own voice should he be so inclined? <Just so we're clear what he meant >

She appears about to open her mouth again, when there's an odd sound from outside, coming from the edge of the village. Yelling, and a shriller scream. And another, higher pitched sound that sort of sounds like language, but not one that any of you are familiar with.

The young elf half-rises from his chair, blinking in puzzlement and rising distress. What-?

OOC: I know you said 'not one that any of you are familiar with', but he'll try anyway. If not the languages then maybe the sounds themselves? Make out something said by the people reacting to whatever it is? Here's a roll for you if needed: 1d20=14... Probably not then. Leaving the lead of the situation to Muzdin and/or stellan.

 

[gambler1650]

Beatrix

Siarla startles at the sound, and almost drops the warhammer again, before Beatrix safely recovers it. She nods, mutely at the words of the cleric. There's no need to worry about the guard though as he stands up, appearing all business suddenly. "I'll come with you." and he's already moving towards the sounds, which haven't abated. In the distance down one of the streets nearer the edge of town, people can be seen running - most away from the sounds.

Antares, Muzdin, Stellan

OOC: I will check on the gems situation early next week..

Stellan gives an easy smile as Antares asks for his gem, "No problem. I'd just spend it on drinking and gifts for women anyhow, probably. Better to have the money saved somewhere in your head for when I might need it for something more useful. Though. Perhaps we should be saving for that home base you mentioned awhile back?"

When the noise starts outside he blinks, hand dropping to his weapon and he stands up. "That doesn't sound good. Antares, Muzdin, I think we should go see what's happening." and he starts towards the door.

 

[Voda Vosa]

"Whatever" was the dry reply to Antares' request.
The dwarf says nothing when the noise erupts. His warrior instincts kick in, he grabs his weapon and moves to the door, swinging it open violently, and rushing to the town.

 

[Binder Fred]

Stellan gives an easy smile as Antares asks for his gem, "No problem. I'd just spend it on drinking and gifts for women anyhow, probably. Better to have the money saved somewhere in your head for when I might need it for something more useful. Though. Perhaps we should be saving for that home base you mentioned awhile back?"

"Their value should indeed be whole, intact, by the time that happy event comes around," agrees Antares, "perhaps even a little increased by a silver setting?" Which reminds him though: they need to inquire who now owns that lot of land!

So many things to do of late!

The dwarf says nothing when the noise erupts. His warrior instincts kick in, he grabs his weapon and moves to the door, swinging it open violently, and rushing to the town.

Antares too rushes to follow, stops, steps back a few paces: "Ah, perhaps when I return we could discuss the lending of treatise on elven teas, Teacher? There is this tea parlor that- And if you have anything on beasts of slime? Or perhaps know of any other disappearances in town, historical or of late? I- Yes." He tries to go out again, stopping after but three steps this time: "And once more, my heartfelt thank yous for the ring?" A bow and *then* he finally exits into the cloudy, humid air of mid-morning, long legs rushing below starry robes to catch up to his two companion (and only somewhat hampered by the need to look at least even slightly dignified in the process?).

"What do you believe it to be?" he puffingly calls after Muzdin and Stellan. It's daylight out, so surely - surely! - not the White Things??

OOC: If he can't easily get/see past the running people to what the trouble is, Antares will try to gain high ground so he can at least see? Outside stairways, convenient carts or stalls/low walls, etc. (That's assuming he can get even that close; if not, he'll try to use his town knowledge to figure out a path through the backways/back yards -- warning his companions beforehand, of course, should they want to follow.).

 

[Goldhammer]

Beatrix rushes to the edge of town with the guard, her weapons drawn and her heart pounding. This would be the first time she would fight without the sisterhood backing her up. And from the sounds of things, it was going to be a big one. Malborka guard her, so much for a sleepy town. "Am guessing noise is not being an every day thing. Any idea what it could be?" The large warrior says to the guard, trying to get pass all the townsfolk running the other way.

"What is your name by the way?"

 

[gambler1650]

OOC: Many apologies folks.. Knew I forgot something before my business trip and that was to tell you guys I'd be incommunicado likely for a bit! Crazy past couple of weeks, but after Sunday I should be able to pick this up again for you. Believe me, I want to see what happens too! Many thanks for your patience.