Upgrade your account to a Community Supporter account and remove most of the site ads.

Reply to thread

Message: <blockquote data-quote="GlassEye" data-source="post: 6822284" data-attributes="member: 40413">Kingsholm/The Coronet and Cabbage innIan Turbrand, proprietor of the Coronet and Cabbage inn, is able to provide rooms, one for Autumn, Aelspeth, and Levanna, and one for Rak'tan, Zinnelis, and Arradon.  Any not satisfied with that arrangement can sleep in the common room, the stable, or acquire a much smaller, private room for just a few silver extra.  Etan, with apologies to Levanna, chooses to stick close to Rak'tan.  With a watch arranged, the group settles in for an evening at the inn.The common room of the Coronet and Cabbage becomes much busier after sundown when the villagers finish their days' work.  They stream in, chatting amongst each other with the familiar jocularity of people who have known each other their entire lives.  They greet the group in various ways: short waves, nods, grins, and flirty winks.  They are clearly a people used to strangers in their midst and talk readily if any seem willing.  However, the evening passes into night and the villagers, singly and in small groups, leave the inn for their own homes.  There are a few other travelers staying at the inn but they all eventually retreat to their rooms.Night passes and the dawn brings the smell of breakfast wafting from the kitchen.[sblock=Gather Info on the ghostly spirit, Diplomacy DC 10]All the locals are familiar and quite proud of their legendary cemetery.  Even so, they seem reluctant to speak of it until later in the evening and the wine and beer has flowed a bit.  Then, a few admit that there is something unnerving going on, something that they don't understand, and strange howls in the night.  Because of this, they have begun avoiding the cemetery except on the brightest days.  One young farmer claims he saw a ghost, that he was passing by the cemetery and saw what he thought was a stranger who ignored his call.  He followed but lost the stranger.  As he stood in confusion the stranger passed through him like a ghost, gave him a chill like winter, and then it turned and spoke of blood.  Terrified, the farmer ran off.  The only other thing he can say is that the stranger looked like a warrior in ancient garb.[/sblock]</blockquote>

Verification