[PBP] Tholestia Chapter 2: Quest for the Lore of Saljara the Many Faceted

[Ravellion]

OOC: Leveling up in a small village, where they have no wizard however is quite logical - Why would he need another wizard: He needs a desk, inks, quills, etc. but not another wizard.

Not surprisingly, the inn is in the same place as you last found it. The innkeeper still has the equipment stashed, and he is pleased to give it to you.

"Wel, you returned from the forest! Quite an accomplishment!" Found any treasure?"

 

[Ilan]

With a stern face I reply to the bartender: "We found only death and demise. We will return to the forest in a couple of days. We will rid your village of it's evil permenantly. For now we will have some dinner and when that is done, I would like to rest immidiatly. The days that have gone by were hard and stressfull. So if you could arrange that our rooms are empty and ready, when we are finished with our dinner, that would be great.

After I have had dinner I directly go to my room.

 

[Bacter]

After the (fine I presume) meal to the bartender:

I feel it is time for me to do some studying. Do you have a quiet room with a "do not disturb or die" sign or something? That would be nice.

I spend as much time with myself as possible the next few days, thinking, writing, jerking....

 

[Deepwinter 7]

Never one to brag with his powers, Deepwinter 7 studies his psionic arts in solitude, going out to the fields when practising his new skills.

 

[Ravellion]

During the interval the village's cleric comes to the innkeep looking for Ilan. The innkeep gives Ilan his message.

The message reads.

"Dear Ilan,

A bald man implying to be a friend of yours dropped off a magical item used only by the clergy of Heironeous. Pending investigation, he gave me your name if we felt the need to contact you.

I would appreciate it if you could drop by the temple during normal hours.

Yours sincerely,


Serthes"

 

[Ilan]

The following morning I make my way to the temple. While entering I can hear the voice in my head arguing that we shouldn't go in. I shake it of and I adress the man who I believe to be the cleric. "Are you Serthes. I recieved a message from you, is that correct??"

 

[Ravellion]

The aging cleric replies: "Yes, I am Serthes. I understand from my superiors that you are the travelling companion of the late Tristan. After an official inquiry in the proceedings of his death, they have come to the conclusion that you are not to blame for it. However, your party's behaviour after his death is what we are most concerned with. The return of the iron bands is thought of as the only redeeming action by the high ups in the hierarchy. We still deem your party negligent in the whole affair, and hence, you will not be compensated for the retrieval of the sacred bands. That is all I wanted to tell you."

 

[Ilan]

With the voice pounding in my head I grow more angry: "What, our behaviour wasn't good enough for you and your church. Has Amstrad corrupted all of your minds. We brought you back an item of great value and we recieve nothing. I don't the church of your so called savior can judge us poorly, since we have just freed a good soul from a life of damnation, you crazy old man. Tristan is the only one to blame for his death. He was an adventurer, it is a risk you take. A risk you have long forgotten sitting here high and mighty, pretending to do your god's bidding. You grow fat, while we make the world safe. I will come back in a week or so and you better have talked with your elders and have come to a different conclusion." My shirt that wasn't closed to well shows two red eyes staring at the cleric. I look deep in his eyes before I turn around and make my way out of the temple.

OOC: Intimidate check:14 +8= 22

With an angry face I open the door to the tavern and I grab my gear. Without saying anything to anyone I walk out and get my horse. I gallop away from the village for a while to calm myself a bit.

 

[Deepwinter 7]

Seeing Ilan entering and leaving the inn in a state of interal dismay, Deepwinter 7 raises an eyebrow and remarks to the Fellowship.

"Surely Ilan has a bad temper these days. I wonder if the life of an adventurer is claiming too much of him. I'd better go and find out what happened to upset Ilan so much"

[Amongst others Deepwinter 7 questions the barkeep about Ilan's activities in the last hour. With the GM's approval he then proceeds to the temple and since the DM is sitting right next to me, Deepwinter 7 finds out about Ilans outrage from the cleric in duty]

[Note to self: find a high level cleric to discuss Ilan's situation]

 

[Ravellion]

Your period of rest or training passes. You start to know the villagers who are somewhat uneasy about the amount of coin you seem to enrich the innkeeper with.

Nevertheless, you set out for the haunted forest after five days of scribing spells, meditation, swordpractice, archery training and other... less savory practices (loud screams can be heard on occasion, coming from Ilan's room).

The six of you stand near the edge of the forest. This is the time to get ready...

[I need some information from some of you: see the OOC]