The Drow War Book One - Chillhame

[Thanee]

Kyalia

Kyalia smiles as Enthalus' bluff works out.

“Witty! Some animals and plants also do this, having a potential threat believe, that they are more dangerous, than they actually are. Which doesn't mean, that Mzarem isn't dangerous, of course,” she ends petting the wolf, who probably doesn't even know what all the fuss was about.

“To the church then?”

 

[Festy_Dog]

Mzarem wags his tail, thankful for the attention but indeed oblivious to the finer details of what was going on. Saxon grudgingly vacates his chair.

"The church it is. I'd be glad to get away from the... pressures of living within a community," he says, casting a glance to where the miller and his goons made their exit.

 

[Voadam]

Enthalus gathers his things and glances at Mzarem, and is glad the wolf is a friendly mystical companion of the druid. In truth the elf has no faith at all that he could pull the wolf off a man before Mzarem's fangs had taken the man's life.

 

[Ranger Rick]

Dolan will be the last to leave, as he does he scans the room for anything suspicious. i.e. someone spying

 

[Evil Ujio]

Dolan will be the last to leave, as he does he scans the room for anything suspicious. i.e. someone spying

Near the center of the village is a gutted ruin of a temple. You can see that at one time it may have been a place of beauty, simplistic beauty, but beautiful nonetheless. The paint has faded though, the door is ajar and off a hinge, and overgrowth has overtaken much of the exterior.

Two arched holes, that may have been stained windows at one time, give you a glimpse at the dilapidated interior. A surprisingly clean altar sits beyond several old wooden pews. Behind the altar is a statue of the Sun God, Pelor.

An excitable crash grabs your attention followed by several inventive curses and invectives as an older man with mutton chops and swarthy skin stumbles out from the left side of the temple with several tools on his belt and a shovel in hand. His clothes are simple and the holy symbol of the Sun God hangs from his neck.

He pauses upon seeing the party, “Oh good morning,” he says in a deep baritone of a voice, “I didn’t expect visitors so early today, I am Father Bronson,” he rubs his dusty brow, “how can I help you?”

Every member of the party can feel something in the air… an item of power of the Starborn is near… it makes your skin tingle… puts a slight buzz to the ear… it calls to you.

Dolan rolls a 19 and so far does not see anyone spying on them... yet.

 

[Endur]

Laurel replies, "Good morning, Father Bronson. We are on a quest to retrieve a legacy that was left for us in the care of one of your ancient predecessors. The sword of Starkweather John.
"I can sense its presence. One of my companions heard a legend that your predecessor had buried it beneath the flagstones many centuries ago."

 

[Ranger Rick]

Upon hearing this was the local cleric, Dolan tried to look as pious as possible.

 

[Evil Ujio]

Laurel replies, "Good morning, Father Bronson. We are on a quest to retrieve a legacy that was left for us in the care of one of your ancient predecessors. The sword of Starkweather John.
"I can sense its presence. One of my companions heard a legend that your predecessor had buried it beneath the flagstones many centuries ago."

Father Bronson laughs, “Well that is interesting, we don’t often get adventurers around here, I am assuming that is your ‘profession’; please forgive me if I have made the wrong conclusion. I am well aware of the legend, and I can only say that I would wish you luck… but local legend says that the sword is hidden away, and its presence here in Bronce keeps the village safe from evil.”

He sighs loudly, “I would invite you inside, but I am in the middle of… chores,” he turns to look at the ruined temple, ‘not that I don’t have time for you, just there is only so much work one man can do, and the village is too poor to assist with the repairs… but our faith persists.”

He turns back to Laurel, “Beneath the flagstones…” as he realizes what you said, “you mean the sword is here in this very temple?!” he blinks scratching his balding head, and then turns back to the party, “Just why do you need this weapon?”

 

[Endur]

Laurel replies, "Guardians of the Land is our role.
"We were called to finish the work Starkweather John started. The powers of Darkness are returning, and we must fight them as Starkweather John and his allies did those many years ago."

 

[Festy_Dog]

Saxon nodded at Laurel's words.

"Indeed," he said, and coughed a couple of times, "The weapon is needed to prevent, or possibly rectify, what I assume to be a coming imbalance."

Mzarem sniffed around the pews, getting acquainted with the old place.

"As you say however, I feel as though taking up the weapon against the dark would leave the village at risk. This is not something I enjoy but appears as though it must be done," Saxon says reluctantly.