St. Ulthar's Medallion

[Mark Chance]

Day One: Meeting with Mael Loïc

"Despite her lack of decorum...."

Holphin steps ahead. "Do please forgive my companion...."

"This one will accept whatever you can afford to give...."

Loïc listens to Quillian, Holphin, and Bozzago. His frown changes slowly to a plump smile. He chews another date and swallows noisily.

"Ah, good," he says. "Well bargained. A respectable counter proposal. I offer this: Eight potions of cure light wounds up front. Another 350 gold pieces upon completion of this task. Whatever the goblins have defiled is yours for the taking. I can have the potions delivered to you within two hours."

[sblock=Mahorfeus]That blue used for Bozzago's dialogue is very hard for my aged eyes to read. [/sblock]

 

[Mahorfeus]

[sblock=GM]Ah, my apologies.

Would this suffice?[/sblock]

 

[sunshadow21]

"That is acceptable to me." Quillian nods quietly, ready to step in quickly should the elf's greed get the better of her.

 

[InVinoVeritas]

Holphin nods as well. "Yes, that is acceptable."

 

[galahad0430]

Devon fidgets while the others dicker over price. Never one to worry about money, Devon is impatient to begin.
"Yes, yes, whatever you deem appropriate. Let us begin, those goblins aren't going to sit around and wait for us."

 

[gryphon_gold]

"Fine. I suppose that barely passes for acceptable."

 

[Mark Chance]

Day Two: Into the Boglands

[sblock=Mahorfeus]This suffices nicely. [/sblock]

With potions delivered and a mission in mind, the six adventurers left the city behind. The farmland and small communities outside the walls soon became just a memory as the boglands asserted themselves. All around, all that can be seen is wilderness. Farther away from the city, the land drops away and rises again, rolling between scrub-covered hillocks and the deceptive bogs themselves with the appearance of solid ground concealing bottomless pits of mire and muck.

As the sun sets, the clouds of bugs rise. Gnats, noseeums, and mosquitos swarm thick in the dank air. Barring bad weather or other hazard, the adventurers could easily reach the Iparoc Mounds in another two or three hours, but traveling at night in the bogs can be unwise.

OOC: Okay, you're in the bogs. The goblin lair is just a few hours away. If you all plan on camping, now's a good time to sort out camping procedures: guard duty, cold camp or no, et cetera. The merchant prince came through with the eight potions of cure light wounds as promised. Those should be divvied up as well.

 

[Deuce Traveler]

"I think we should stop and rest for the night. No sense adventuring tired and on an empty stomach. I can take first watch if you don't mind. I figure I'll stay up to brew some snacks anyway." Lem says as he pulls some herbs out from what he picked during the journey.

OOC: Lem tries his hand at herbalism to see if he found decent food to make a snack into along the trip.

 

[Scott DeWar]

ignore this, i thought I was in another thread. sorry.

 

[InVinoVeritas]

"I'll take the final watch," Holphin offers. "Don't be alarmed if you awaken to a large earthen humanoid, he is a friend of mine."

He turns to Lem and taps him on the shoulder. "Here's a little halfling luck for you, I'm sure you'll make us a fine stew."

OOC: Cast Guidance on Lem.