Resurrection City III: The Breconshire Horrors

[Old Fezziwig]

"Right." Jamison files all this information away for safe-keeping. I'll have to tell the others. He then heads out to find the others and get a warm meal.

When he finds them, he waits until he gets them in a semi-private location and relates what he found out from the chambermaid.

 

[Andrew D. Gable]

The four men file downstairs to take a seat and get a meal in their bellies before bed. On the way, they discuss these creatures, the tylwydd teg, and the locals' belief in them. Langan is oddly silent during the discussions.

 

[Old Fezziwig]

"Say, then," Diggory says, swallowing a mouthful of porter, "Why so quiet, Langan?" The inspector studies Langan's response carefully.

[Sense Motive check, roll of 8 on d20, +2 Wis, total 10]

 

[Andrew D. Gable]

"'Tis nothing," Langan says, shaking his head. "I must admit, that bit in the forest... unnerved me, to put it mildly. In fact," he says, rising, "I must be getting myself a drink."

Diggory shrugs at this. The bit in the forest unnerved him, too...

"Langan's got something," Dr. Hewitt says, after Edward gets to the bar and out of ear-shot. "Something about so big," he says, indicating his fist, "in his coat-pocket. I saw it when he took a seat."

Sorry about the lateness of a reply... work's been a bit hectic. I should have posted on the OOC about that... at any rate, posting from me may be a bit sporadic until next Monday.

 

[JimAde]

Walsingham sighs into his ale. He takes a sip and says, "I hope he's not holding out something he's found. If the chambermaid is right about these things 'coming for what's theirs' we could have trouble. Should we confront him?"

 

[Andrew D. Gable]

Hewitt looks a bit perplexed. "Confront him? I think not - Langan was acting queerly in the forest earlier, and there's no telling what he might do. What do you think, Jamison?"

 

[Old Fezziwig]

"I think ye're right. He was acting a bit daft in the forest and in the house. I'm not sure I'm wantin' to be confronting him, especially if he's got something he shouldn't have. But what do we do then?"

 

[JimAde]

"Well as I see it we have two options," Trevor says. He holds up a finger. "One, we speak to him and see if he is holding on to some object he shouldn't. He may become angry. He may even become violent, though I have no reason to think so. However there are several of us and I think we can handle one overgrown adolescent. Two," he continues raising another finger, "we can do nothing and wait for the nasty forest creatures to come and throttle us all in our sleep." He shrugs and raises his glass back to his lips. "I know how I shall vote."

 

[Old Fezziwig]

"Well, isn't there the chance that, as long as we sleep with the cast iron, the nasty little forest creatures will go after him? I'm not sure that he puts us at risk there. If ye want to be confrontin' him, I'll help, but I have to agree with Hewitt that we don't know what he might do, and we cannot afford a disturbance here at this inn. Say, we don't really know much about Langan, anyhow, do we?"

 

[Andrew D. Gable]

"Say, we don't really know much about Langan, anyhow, do we?"

"Beyond his parentage, no, and evidently part of that is even called into doubt," says Hewitt. He looks up as Langan sits down with another of the watery ales the pub serves. Hewitt nods to Langan, and casts sideways glances towards Diggory and Walsingham.

"That bit in the forest was certainly strange, wasn't it?" Langan says, breaking the silence. "I must confess I'm not sure what came over me out there."

Nigh unto closing time, gents, so finish yer drinks an' be off with ye! shouts Jenkins to the entire common room of the pub. An' be wary, the Little Folk might be about.