renau1g's Red Hand of Doom
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Before the group can come to a consensus on which actions to take, a young man enters the tavern, he's dressed in the white robes of Lathandar, emblazoned with the rising sun image on his chest.
He walks calmly up to the table and looks at the group, his face practically beaming as he reaches into a pouch at his hip and pulls out a thin glass wand with a tiny blue gem at its tip.
"I am Kander, cleric of the Morninglord, and Norro has told me of what you're planning to do to assist our town. I have forseen darkness ahead and it terrifies me; my prayers have been met with silence as of late, and I worry for our town's fate. I can offer this item to you from our temple vault, it should assist in your travels. It is mostly used, but some charges remain of its healing power. Don't worry about it's appearance, I assure you it's quite resilient" the man says, and as if to prove the point he hits it a few times against the edge of the table.
True to his word the wand shows no sign of any damage, he also pulls out a potion and places it on the table next to the wand.
After delivering these Kander smiles again and says "May Lathander's light always fall upon you, good luck heroes", leaving the establishment.
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It's a wand of Cure Serious Wounds with 3 charges left, the potion is a Cure Moderate Wounds.
I'll wait for the other two to return from vacation (I saw s@s might have access, but I'll wait until he posts) before continuing any further.
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He walks calmly up to the table and looks at the group, his face practically beaming as he reaches into a pouch at his hip and pulls out a thin glass wand with a tiny blue gem at its tip.
"I am Kander, cleric of the Morninglord, and Norro has told me of what you're planning to do to assist our town. I have forseen darkness ahead and it terrifies me; my prayers have been met with silence as of late, and I worry for our town's fate. I can offer this item to you from our temple vault, it should assist in your travels. It is mostly used, but some charges remain of its healing power. Don't worry about it's appearance, I assure you it's quite resilient" the man says, and as if to prove the point he hits it a few times against the edge of the table.
True to his word the wand shows no sign of any damage, he also pulls out a potion and places it on the table next to the wand.
After delivering these Kander smiles again and says "May Lathander's light always fall upon you, good luck heroes", leaving the establishment.
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It's a wand of Cure Serious Wounds with 3 charges left, the potion is a Cure Moderate Wounds.
I'll wait for the other two to return from vacation (I saw s@s might have access, but I'll wait until he posts) before continuing any further.
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s@squ@tch
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The elven maiden reclines in her chair slightly as the priest from the Morninglord walks up to their table.
She looks quizzically at him as he speaks, and tries to keep from laughing, barely managing to keep things contained to a slight smirk -- for she kept on thinking back to the priest, also of Lathander, who had journeyed with them in the past.
The man was a walking accident waiting to happen -- every day, one of them had to keep him from killing himself -- either from almost falling out of a tree, or from the rope bridge over the Dunbar crevasse, or even when his tent spike almost ricocheted off the stone he was trying to pound it into. Clearly, the man was meant to join his lord much sooner than later, and she often wonders if he has already done so.
Besides the regular humor involved in his presence, Virashil also had missed the man's healing touch -- so she was sure that this gift of a wand and healing elixir would be most appreciated in the near future.
After the priest had left the Old Bridge Inn, Virashil lets out a quick giggle and turns to the others,"You know, since we really don't know exactly where we are supposed to go to find the end result of this here treasure map we have, AND we need to find out more information about these hobgoblin war parties, perhaps it would be a good idea to find this Jorr."
She looks quizzically at him as he speaks, and tries to keep from laughing, barely managing to keep things contained to a slight smirk -- for she kept on thinking back to the priest, also of Lathander, who had journeyed with them in the past.
The man was a walking accident waiting to happen -- every day, one of them had to keep him from killing himself -- either from almost falling out of a tree, or from the rope bridge over the Dunbar crevasse, or even when his tent spike almost ricocheted off the stone he was trying to pound it into. Clearly, the man was meant to join his lord much sooner than later, and she often wonders if he has already done so.
Besides the regular humor involved in his presence, Virashil also had missed the man's healing touch -- so she was sure that this gift of a wand and healing elixir would be most appreciated in the near future.
After the priest had left the Old Bridge Inn, Virashil lets out a quick giggle and turns to the others,"You know, since we really don't know exactly where we are supposed to go to find the end result of this here treasure map we have, AND we need to find out more information about these hobgoblin war parties, perhaps it would be a good idea to find this Jorr."
s@squ@tch
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Virashil throws a few coins on the table to cover the fine meal then sits up and stretches out her small frame -- the long days on the road have left her with several sore and aching muscles.
"Time for a cold bath," She says to the others, as she heads upstairs,"We leave at first light?"
"Time for a cold bath," She says to the others, as she heads upstairs,"We leave at first light?"
s@squ@tch
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Virashil
With one hand on the staircase railing, she looks back over her shoulder at Zazz.
"Fine with me, you know how bored I get in the early morning hours waiting for those who need sleep...."
More to herself, as she continues up the stairs,"Never understood why lose who live such short lives need to spend all their time sleeping...."
With one hand on the staircase railing, she looks back over her shoulder at Zazz.
"Fine with me, you know how bored I get in the early morning hours waiting for those who need sleep...."
More to herself, as she continues up the stairs,"Never understood why lose who live such short lives need to spend all their time sleeping...."
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