Paths of Legend - Tragedy at Silvergard

Corath belatedly retracts her rapier. She steps up to take her accustomed place at Alaric's shoulder. "If there is nothing we can do, we should leave." Cocking her head to the side, "Who should tell the dwarf?"
 

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Arkhandus said:
Alaric shrugs. "Who knows? And necromancy's not a sort of magic I've studied much, beyond the most rudimentary principles. I think it's best we continue onward now, it's unlikely that we could do anything for the rest of the undead workers and draft animals. We'll tell the authorities of Vedlund about it, and hopefully they can take care of it, but we have to keep moving forward. There are likely too many zombies or suchlike for us to handle."

"It is sensible... Let's move on." Johen replies before walking back to the halfling priestress and taking the donkey reins from her.



OOC: there was nothing of interest in the foreman's house?
 


Amaury said:
"It is sensible... Let's move on." Johen replies before walking back to the halfling priestress and taking the donkey reins from her.



OOC: there was nothing of interest in the foreman's house?

OOC: Tomorrow's update will include search check results and such.
 

Voices

Estelle hears a voice, whispering, as if someone were right behind her, "Come to me. Take the stone from the dwarf and come to me. Eternal life, eternal blood. Just take the stone!" The voice becomes demanding with the last statement.

Aohdan sees a swirl of color in front of his eyes for a moment, followed by words inside his mind, "The dwarf's stone is the source. Destroy it."

The Foreman's Office

Johen and Alaric's search of the office turns up a strong box stowed under the desk. The box looks as though it should lock, but is open when they find it. The box contains a multitude of papers, mostly materials manifests, worker pay records and other mundane items. Alaric's more thorough search reveals a false bottom in the strong box. Within, a small golden figurine of a dragon with tiny red gems for eyes and a note, written in Azgundi,

This was found in the old mines of Silvergard. I send it to you as a gift for your continued support of our cause. The stone you have provided has made it possible to partially rebuild the fort. We now have a garrison of Reapers stationed there and, with any luck and the dark will of the Lord of Death, we should have a truly defensible position by year's end. A few more shipments will ensure that this comes to pass and your final pay will be doubled as added incentive. Your continued secrecy in this matter is of utmost importance.

The Quarry's Edge

As William continues to hold a defensive position, the zombie quarry workers have stopped moving up the scaffolding, simply watching him. As Muzdum approaches the edge, however, they start moving again. Rather than threatening, however, they seem to be approaching the dwarf almost reverently.

Norali

As Johen takes the reins of the donkey from Norali, she looks up at with tear streaked eyes, "I...I...think the Redeemer has forsaken me. Why can I not exert his will? Is my faith not strong enough? What have I done wrong?"

The Road

As most of the group makes motions to leave, the undead horses attached to the stone carts, and Orin's wine wagon, all start to move, walking slowly toward the quarry's edge, dragging their heavy cargo behind them.

[sblock=DM's treasure value notes...you no looky]Gold figurine value = 2000 gp[/sblock]
 

"He! Looka ta this would ya'?" Muzdum says to the one nearest to him, with his big smile, and his round face. "Let's see...Ehm... Knee!" the dwarf orders the zombies that approach him.
 

Finishing his search and reading the odd note, Alaric curses and shouts to the others "We have to leave now! Stop futzing around and get moving!" Then he hustles over to go drag Muzdum along since he's wasting so much time over by the edge of the quarry. Alaric takes the note and the figurine, considering that they might be important and that the figurine could at least be sold later to fund the trip.
 


"WAIT!" William holds a hand out to stop Valen and Alaric. "Look at them, at the way they look at Muzdum. Perhaps they'll listen to him?"
 

"Ah' was thinking tha same thing, since Orin ... well, what was left of him, appeared to be affraid of me. Now look at this things! They come to me like ... Ah' do'know... Like if Ah' was some sort of idol...he he... This is weird... Let's try if they can speak... if they can, may be they tell us who did this to them." Muzdum suggest, waiting if he has some response from the zombies. "One of ya, came here!" he orders.
 

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