Paths of Legend - Tragedy at Silvergard


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Alaric walks into the Inn after his work his finished, late in the evening, his new magic scroll secured among his possessions. "Oh, hallo ev'ryone. Who's your new friend, Valen?" he says, trying to keep a pleasant tone in his voice, though he's a bit disheartened by Corath's leaving and the fact that he doesn't see some of the others around, either.
 
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At the blacksmith
Johen nods with a serious face and replies: l"Hum, thank you.. would you know who is capable of producing such a weapon?? Are where Shadowstone can be found?"
THe Johen will thank the blacksmith and return to the inn, checking behind himself from time to time to make sure he is not followed.

Back at the inn
The group sees Johen come back to the inn with a concerned look, stroking Highflyer gently from time to time. The young druid smiles a bit but doesn't opened up much. He notices how the hobbit priestress is still shaken but decides to respect her privacy.
He enquires with the group regarding their food and water supplies for the journey, and if all is in order, declares himself ready to go.


OOC: arkhandus, what new friend? Johen was at the blacksmith.
 


Being in an uncharacteristicly good mood, Aohdan notices Norali's continued difficulties. He approached her slowly, waiting for her acknowledgment. He knelt down to her level. "Norali, I wanted you to know that I appreciate all you've done, for myself and my companions." He thought for a moment. "What happened at the quarry - don't let it get to you. I don't understand half of what you do, but I do understand that you feel like you've failed people who depend on you. I don't feel that way. Sometimes, things don't work right, its just what happens." Aohdan tentatively stroked her head, and got back up to go get caught up with the rest of his companions.
 


"Oh? You didn't rough up the innkeeper or something, did you?" the young wizard asks, right eyebrow raised and a sort of incredulous tone to his voice. Why would the captain of the guard be here?
 

Answers to Johen's Questions from the Blacksmith

The blacksmith shrugs, "To my knowledge, the only place to find Shadowstone is the dwarven land. As for making the thing? Anyone skilled in both weaponcraft and stonecraft or gemcutting I'd wager. Do yourself a favor and keep it wrapped in that cloth. Don't touch it directly. Might be dangerous."

At the Inn

Captain Pirren addresses the group as a whole, "There was no roughing up that I'm aware of. Merely the offer of a reward for your group's deeds at the stone quarry. However, time is short and I must lead me team to the quarry for further investigation. Find me when you return to this area and we will have a proper reward ceremony."

Pirren salutes the group and exits the inn. They hear him barking orders to his scouts, followed by the sounds of a small group of skilled outdoorsfolk embarking.

Norali looks up at Aohdan, a strange glimmer in her eye, "I saw something at the quarry. Something I was not supposed to see. There are webs within webs and there is one spider at the center of all the strands. My faith is shaken. I used to know my place in the web. I was supposed to spy on you and report back to the Shadow Knights. But, it turns out, someone was spying on me spying on you. There is more going on here than any of us realize. I believe we will find answers in Silvergard...but at what cost?"

Into the Mountains

Resupplied, rested, and healthy, the group sets out into the mountains. The first few days sees them on an overgrown trail that was to be the road from Vedlund to Silvergard. On the fourth day, the overgrowth obscures the trail completely as the group enters a lightly forested slope.

As Valen and Johen use their wilderness skills to keep the group going in the right direction, placing them about 100 feet away from the others, Aohdan, Alaric, Muzdum, and Norali note the approach of a cloaked individual coming from behind them, making no effort to hide its approach. It stops a good 30 feet away from the group, shadows from the trees and shrubbery and its own heavy cloak working to obscure its features.

The figure speaks in a gravelly, grating, inhuman voice, "Hand over the Dagger and no harm will come to you."
 



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