S3: The Scythe of Seto (Bront Judging)[Completed]
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Manzanita
First Post
The group moves on and is pleased to find no more danger that day. Reinert assures the group that he's never seen spiders like that in the woods before, and seems to be rethinking his career decisions. In any case, they make camp peacefully, and the next day make it all the way to Trimble's cottage.
Trimble's cottage appears to have seen better days. Though once well made, it is run down and clearly patched up. Pieces of red metal are are afixed over the door, on a window, and on several other places on the walls. The cottage is not large, though not too bad for a single person. There is a fenced in area near the cottage which contains vegitable and flower gardens.
In the garden a man is kneeling, weeding. He looks up as the group pulls into the clearing. He waves and trots out to greet you. He wears brown trousers and a loose tan shirt. His hair and beard poke out in all directions. He is middle aged, with calloused hands and bright eyes.
"Welcome, Reinert!" he shouts. "Who are your friends?"
XP award #2 [sblock]
gargantual spider (cR 8)
3 medium spiders, 6 small spiders (CR 1 & .5)
1080 XPs each.
Time spent: 12/28/07 to 01/27/08: 300 each
Total: 1380 XPs each to Razh, Ogrin, Eusebius, Beamer & Banion.[/sblock]
Trimble's cottage appears to have seen better days. Though once well made, it is run down and clearly patched up. Pieces of red metal are are afixed over the door, on a window, and on several other places on the walls. The cottage is not large, though not too bad for a single person. There is a fenced in area near the cottage which contains vegitable and flower gardens.
In the garden a man is kneeling, weeding. He looks up as the group pulls into the clearing. He waves and trots out to greet you. He wears brown trousers and a loose tan shirt. His hair and beard poke out in all directions. He is middle aged, with calloused hands and bright eyes.
"Welcome, Reinert!" he shouts. "Who are your friends?"
XP award #2 [sblock]
gargantual spider (cR 8)
3 medium spiders, 6 small spiders (CR 1 & .5)
1080 XPs each.
Time spent: 12/28/07 to 01/27/08: 300 each
Total: 1380 XPs each to Razh, Ogrin, Eusebius, Beamer & Banion.[/sblock]
SlagMortar
First Post
Beamer is a little surprised to see the small hovel and the quite unwizardly looking man. Since Reinert himself was addressed by the man in the first place, Beamer decides it would be impolite to answer in his stead. This is especially true since Beamer has no idea whether this unassuming man is a great Trimble, or perhaps some manservant tending house for him. Beamer casts a glance at Reinert, looking for confirmation about the identity of the gardener.
Manzanita
First Post
Rienert guides his horses carefully up to the porch, then stands in his seat and streches his arms. "Oh, some guys from Hyrag. Can't quite recall what they want."
The gardener seems to hardly listen to Reinert, and ignores the group at this point. He hustles to the back of the wagon and draws forth a wooden box, about 1 foot high and wide by 2 feet long. As Reinert unhitches the horses and lets them graze, the gardener dashes into the cottage, banging the strange, half-metal door behind him. He promply emerges with a hot coal held in iron tongs.
He and Reinert sit down on the dirty and rickity porch steps and open the inlaid box. Inside are several velvet pouches, pulled shut with drawstrings. The man opens them one by one and draws in deeply above them with his nose.
"Havertown strawberry - can't live without it." He declares.
Opening another, he says, "Ah, Freefolk longcut! Wonderful find!"
A third puzzels him. Reinert pipes in. "Grey Elven dark. From the shadows of Lathirn. Good stuff, I assure you, though, it will cost you a pound per ounce".
"A pound per ounce!" says the gardener, shocked. "I'd better test it out."
They take a moist clump of tobacco from the pouch and place it on a small tray which sits on a glass tube leading to a large bowl. The bowl contains clear water, and is fancily decorated. The man places the hot coal on the tobacco, let's it sit for a moment, then takes a long pull on a flexible tube coming out the other side, which pulls smokey bubbles through the water and makes the coal glow. He releases the smoke and seems to melt into the porch. "Ahhhh."
Reinert take the tube and takes a pull himself.
The scruffy man finally turns his attention to the party. "So, what has the great Hyrag have ask of Trimble the recluse?"
The gardener seems to hardly listen to Reinert, and ignores the group at this point. He hustles to the back of the wagon and draws forth a wooden box, about 1 foot high and wide by 2 feet long. As Reinert unhitches the horses and lets them graze, the gardener dashes into the cottage, banging the strange, half-metal door behind him. He promply emerges with a hot coal held in iron tongs.
He and Reinert sit down on the dirty and rickity porch steps and open the inlaid box. Inside are several velvet pouches, pulled shut with drawstrings. The man opens them one by one and draws in deeply above them with his nose.
"Havertown strawberry - can't live without it." He declares.
Opening another, he says, "Ah, Freefolk longcut! Wonderful find!"
A third puzzels him. Reinert pipes in. "Grey Elven dark. From the shadows of Lathirn. Good stuff, I assure you, though, it will cost you a pound per ounce".
"A pound per ounce!" says the gardener, shocked. "I'd better test it out."
They take a moist clump of tobacco from the pouch and place it on a small tray which sits on a glass tube leading to a large bowl. The bowl contains clear water, and is fancily decorated. The man places the hot coal on the tobacco, let's it sit for a moment, then takes a long pull on a flexible tube coming out the other side, which pulls smokey bubbles through the water and makes the coal glow. He releases the smoke and seems to melt into the porch. "Ahhhh."
Reinert take the tube and takes a pull himself.
The scruffy man finally turns his attention to the party. "So, what has the great Hyrag have ask of Trimble the recluse?"
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Rae ArdGaoth
Explorer
Rasereit looks to the man of Hyrag to answer Trimble's question.
OOC: Poking Boddynock, I know he's been busy lately.
OOC: Poking Boddynock, I know he's been busy lately.
Manzanita
First Post
"Ah. Told to seek out old Trimble, eh?" The man takes another long pull of the hookah. "Found something of The Desert Heretic, have you? Want to destroy it." He looks down and sighs. "Sent by The Lightbringer, too. Well, it was only a matter of time before others found out about this place. Rilithorn didn't tell you to find me, did he? He'd promised not to tell anyone until I gave the OK. Weapon crafting was one thing, but not about that."
"Well, I can show you what you want. Not that I can make any promises it will work for you. Tricky business, this. The thing is, you've shown up at a good time, I think. You're a powerful lot, aren't you? Hyrag didn't pick you to face off with The Lord of Assassins for nothing did he? I've got a little problem, you see. Probably nothing difficult for the likes of you, but very worrisome to me."
"I live alone here, and normally I'm pretty safe. I've put some enchantments on my cottage, and reinforced the walls and doors." he waves at the odd-shaped metal pieces imbedded in the walls. Each piece, either red or silver, is an octogon, about a foot in diameter. "But I can't stay inside all the time. A few months ago I was attacked by a group of dire wolves. Fortunately I was able to drive them off. But then more came back. I would have been finished, except some strangers came by. They were sent by my friend Rilithorn, and I was lucky that they came when they did. They drove off the rest of the wolves, and I hadn't heard from those nasty things since. But last night, a big one came into my clearing. It didn't attack, just trotted around sniffing stuff. And where there's one of them, I know there's more. I'm terrified they're going to attack again. This is the funny thing, too. I could swear there was some little person sitting on the wolf's back. I couldn't make out much about it in the dark, but I think someone is organizing those wolf bastards."
"There's a spring nearby in a cave. That's where I get my water, and I'll be that's where those wolves will stop to drink. Tell you what. If you'll help me drive away that pack, I'll show you where you need to go dispose of your ...thing."
"Well, I can show you what you want. Not that I can make any promises it will work for you. Tricky business, this. The thing is, you've shown up at a good time, I think. You're a powerful lot, aren't you? Hyrag didn't pick you to face off with The Lord of Assassins for nothing did he? I've got a little problem, you see. Probably nothing difficult for the likes of you, but very worrisome to me."
"I live alone here, and normally I'm pretty safe. I've put some enchantments on my cottage, and reinforced the walls and doors." he waves at the odd-shaped metal pieces imbedded in the walls. Each piece, either red or silver, is an octogon, about a foot in diameter. "But I can't stay inside all the time. A few months ago I was attacked by a group of dire wolves. Fortunately I was able to drive them off. But then more came back. I would have been finished, except some strangers came by. They were sent by my friend Rilithorn, and I was lucky that they came when they did. They drove off the rest of the wolves, and I hadn't heard from those nasty things since. But last night, a big one came into my clearing. It didn't attack, just trotted around sniffing stuff. And where there's one of them, I know there's more. I'm terrified they're going to attack again. This is the funny thing, too. I could swear there was some little person sitting on the wolf's back. I couldn't make out much about it in the dark, but I think someone is organizing those wolf bastards."
"There's a spring nearby in a cave. That's where I get my water, and I'll be that's where those wolves will stop to drink. Tell you what. If you'll help me drive away that pack, I'll show you where you need to go dispose of your ...thing."
