The Drow War Book One - Chillhame

[Voadam]

Enthalus wipes the sweat from his brow as he stares at the spot the goblin dissipated under his magical light and whispers under his breath in pleased wonder "It worked." He releases a pent up breath he didn't realize he had been holding and his frame relaxes for a moment as he gathers himself. Then he strides over to offer Dolan a cheerful, beeming hand up. "See? Light. Dark. And you struck down that creature of Shadow." He smiles at his new comrade "Welcome to the forces of Light Dolan Starborn. Welcome and well met."

 

[Festy_Dog]

Saxon's relief is evident when Kyalia mends Dolan's injuries. He proceeds to check any injuries sustained by other party members, and doing what he can for each of them. Mzarem wanders back over to Saxon, a little worse for wear but seemingly proud of his achievements during battle. Saxon gives him a pat on the head and they hurry after the others.

 

[Thanee]

Kyalia

Taking a look at the remaining wounds, Kyalia decides to use up her last spells for healing as well, giving Mzarem one and Laurel two of her minor cure spells to close at least some of their wounds. Following a gentle pat on the wolf's head to acknowledge his battle prowess, the cleric then seems determined to leave this island as fast as possible.

“This is all I can do for now. The remaining wounds will have to heal naturally over night, or I can tend to them on the morrow.”


OOC: Casting Cure Minor Wounds thrice (dropping all 0th level spells), once on Mzarem and twice on Laurel. I probably should have preserved the Magic Weapon as well, but the goblins looked so dangerous...

 

[Ranger Rick]

Enthalus wipes the sweat from his brow as he stares at the spot the goblin dissipated under his magical light and whispers under his breath in pleased wonder "It worked." He releases a pent up breath he didn't realize he had been holding and his frame relaxes for a moment as he gathers himself. Then he strides over to offer Dolan a cheerful, beeming hand up. "See? Light. Dark. And you struck down that creature of Shadow." He smiles at his new comrade "Welcome to the forces of Light Dolan Starborn. Welcome and well met."

OOC: I am fully healed. -1 + 8 = 4 (Max)

Slowly rising his upper body and shaking the cobwebs from his aching mind he looks to Kyalia and says almost reverently, "Thank you Kyalia. Thank you very much."

Rotating his arms and cricking his neck, Dolan cheerfully accepts Enthalus' hand and says, "Surely it is but a coincidence that these where shadow creatures. eh? But thank you for the compliment. One can feel braver, nay fearless in a group. For that I am thankful for your assistance. I do not know what it was, but your voice was comforting yet powerful. I think with out the group I would have ran away like a monagrel puppy. Thank you. Now let us run across the causeway instead of swimming across it."

 

[Voadam]

Rotating his arms and cricking his neck, Dolan cheerfully accepts Enthalus' hand and says, "Surely it is but a coincidence that these where shadow creatures. eh? But thank you for the compliment. One can feel braver, nay fearless in a group. For that I am thankful for your assistance. I do not know what it was, but your voice was comforting yet powerful. I think with out the group I would have ran away like a monagrel puppy. Thank you. Now let us run across the causeway instead of swimming across it."

Enthalus smiles as they go, then grins. "Surely a coincidence. The message of the original voice referencing light and dark, the foul second voice saying we would not succeed, the immediate coalescing thereafter of shadow goblins, and the effects of magical light upon them are surely but a series of independant coincidences unconnected to our sudden appearances and lack of memory. But then again, life is strange and we might just see more coincidences as we go. I think I will continue to look for them."

 

[Evil Ujio]

The Village of Bronce

The party makes haste across the causeway to the ‘mainland’ of the island of Chillhame. The landscape is dominated by low-lying hills and barren broken up by crumbling flint stone walls enclosing thin ragged sheep. From the shore where you stand you can clearly see Bronce, a well worn trail leading right into the heart of the village, east of the village is a large hill with single windmill; beyond the village in the south looks to be a crumbling structure amidst the hills but the distance and rain obscures any real chance of identifying it.

Assuming the party heads to the village the closest place for shelter…

This little settlement has clearly seen better days. Many of the wooden buildings seem to have partly collapsed. The town square is little more than an open muddy space, cut with the ruts of wagon wheels, with a squat stone well in the middle. Off to one side is an inn, the largest building in the vicinity, whose sign proclaims it to be the Golden Nugget. Opposite the inn is an open shop with baskets of dry goods set out front. An aged woman sits by the baskets mending a net and narrows her eyes at you.

Windows shutter and doors close as the party approaches, they can feel the weight of uneasy eyes upon them in the now pouring rain. The boots of the party sloshing through thickening mud and brown puddles; two mangy pups fight over a bone with scraps of meat upon it, their barks breaking up the silence and the pitter patter of the rain that drones around them.

The night sky is cloudy, and the day is gray, with a slight ambience of a silvery blue glow emanating from Dolan, though it seems to be dissipating quite quickly now. Lightning flashes overhead as the old crone sitting next to her stand pulls her cloak close around her keeping her beady eyes on the party.

 

[Festy_Dog]

The big wolf is thankful for the easing of his injuries, and thanks Kyalia with a lick on the hand before following Saxon, who coughs and pulls his hood up when the rain becomes heavier.

"The inn looks tempting. I expect they're far more tolerant of strangers in a place meant to house them, I hope," he says, casting a glance towards the old woman and her irritating stare.

 

[Thanee]

Kyalia

“Not the most inviting place, but I agree, the inn looks most promising. Hopefully the weather will clear up soon.”

The elven cleric then moves over to the crone and produces a silver coin from her belt pouch. As she puts it down near a basket of dried meat, the wooden unicorn playfully dangling on the leather band around her neck, she says:

“The dogs are hungry. They shouldn't be.”

Then she smiles and turns back, striding towards the inn.

 

[Voadam]

"One moment. Enthalus says to his companions and turns to old woman, his attitude courteous and respectful as he speaks in the human common tongue "Lady, could you tell me if there is an old, old church in this village? Or perhaps the remains of one that stood a thousand years ago."

ooc [diplomacy +7]

 

[Ranger Rick]

Dolan silently stands by looking puppy eyed. (bluff +1)