The Drow War Book One - Chillhame

[Evil Ujio]

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

When Kyalia offers the crone money for the dogs she just replies with a loud, “Eh,” cupping her hand to her good ear.

Enthalus rolls a 23 and moves her attitude from Indifferent to Friendly.

The old crone squints her eyes at the bard and responds with a loud, screech, “Eh, you will have to speak up my hearing is not so good,” she pauses to allow him to repeat himself and then smile, “Oh my stars, an elf, a whole pack of elves, it must be my birthday,” she exclaims giddy like, before answering his question, “well we got ourselves a temple, an old one to Pelor, the glorious Sun; Father Bronson is in charge of the temple last I recall. So would you like some cheese?”

Those that continue on to the inn see that the door is closed and that light filters out through two smoky windows. The door is made of aging wood, while the majority of the structure if made of stone; nags are tied out front and the sound of what could be classified as music filters out, but it is somewhat painful to elven ears.

 

[Thanee]

Kyalia

Kyalia will speak louder to the crone and buy some food suitable for the dogs for one silver coin, and place it in a few different places on the ground for them, then she also heads for the inn.

 

[Endur]

Laurel thanks Kyalia for the healing of the wound on her leg.

"Do you think these creatures of darkness inflicted normal cuts? Or did they inflict magical or poisoned wounds?"


Laurel looks for the arrows she shot the goblins with, to see what happened to the arrows after the goblins vanished.

Laurel limps along with the others into the village, favoring her injured leg.

 

[Evil Ujio]

Laurel thanks Kyalia for the healing of the wound on her leg.

"Do you think these creatures of darkness inflicted normal cuts? Or did they inflict magical or poisoned wounds?"


Laurel looks for the arrows she shot the goblins with, to see what happened to the arrows after the goblins vanished.

Laurel limps along with the others into the village, favoring her injured leg.

The arrows are retrieved but one was broken, those that struck home, were stained with black blood.

 

[Festy_Dog]

"I'm getting out of the rain," Saxon told the others.

He turned to enter the inn, and get out of the rain.

"You'd best lose some water before we go inside," he advised Mzarem, who was absent-mindedly watching the two puppies. Saxon glanced over to Kyalia, and saw she was addressing the problem.

"They're being taken *cough-cough* care of. Come," Saxon said, and Mzarem followed.

They paused before entering, and Mzarem shook off a lot of the water soaking his coat. Saxon entered first, followed by Mzarem.

 

[Voadam]

Laurel thanks Kyalia for the healing of the wound on her leg.

"Do you think these creatures of darkness inflicted normal cuts? Or did they inflict magical or poisoned wounds?"


Laurel looks for the arrows she shot the goblins with, to see what happened to the arrows after the goblins vanished.

Laurel limps along with the others into the village, favoring her injured leg.

"I would prefer to go to the church immediately and retrieve the sword but it is probably best to check out your wounds in the light first if that is a fear. Perhaps the druid or cleric knows enough healing lore to provide a proper diagnosis." Enthalus winces at the sound of the "music" and sighs as he enters the inn after the human.

 

[Ranger Rick]

"I'm getting out of the rain," Saxon told the others.

He turned to enter the inn, and get out of the rain.

"You'd best lose some water before we go inside," he advised Mzarem, who was absent-mindedly watching the two puppies. Saxon glanced over to Kyalia, and saw she was addressing the problem.

"They're being taken *cough-cough* care of. Come," Saxon said, and Mzarem followed.

They paused before entering, and Mzarem shook off a lot of the water soaking his coat. Saxon entered first, followed by Mzarem.

Seeing those two enter the inn, Dolan tells the rest of the party that he too is going inside.

 

[Endur]

Laurel follows the others into the inn. She's not as wet as the others, due to carefully choosing which trees she stepped beneath of to avoid the worst of the rain. (Survival Skill)

 

[Evil Ujio]

Into the Inn

The sign over the entrance reads, ‘Golden Nugget’ with a garish yellow rock drawn underneath the words scrawled in common. As soon as the door opens the conversations stop, it seems that the majority of the town is holed up in the inn; even the music stops as the old musician takes a gander at the strangers.

The innkeeper starts to protest when the wolf enters but seeing the well-armed group of adventurers he holds his tongue. A few precious heartbeats pass before hushed conversation begins anew; the music continues this time more solemn as an old hound dog croons along with he beat at odd intervals.

A barmaid approaches, a tray perched on her left hand; she is a thick curvy woman with a dirty apron and a blue gown of sorts that is frayed at the edges. Her curly brown hair is pulled back under a bandanna and she smacks her teeth as she speaks to the party, “Welcome to the Golden Nugget blokes, find yourself a seat and I will get to yah shortly,” she continues on serving penny ale to the customers.

The smell of smoke and fish is thick in your noses, the innkeeper keeps an eye on the party as others just gawk and stare at the elves. There is a table near the fireplace that is empty with enough chairs to spare for the party.

 

[Evil Ujio]

"I would prefer to go to the church immediately and retrieve the sword but it is probably best to check out your wounds in the light first if that is a fear. Perhaps the druid or cleric knows enough healing lore to provide a proper diagnosis." Enthalus winces at the sound of the "music" and sighs as he enters the inn after the human.

At the mention of a sword, the crone’s attitude goes sour, “Off with ye strangers, and don’t be meddling with our affairs. This village is a good right place and we don’t need no outsiders, elf or no, messing things up for us good folks of Bronce! I was raised in this village as my mother before me, and her ma before her; I got roots here, so don’t be stirring up things you hear!”

She holds up her walking stick and waves it at the party as they enter the inn.