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<blockquote data-quote="Goonalan" data-source="post: 4021300" data-attributes="member: 16069"><p style="text-align: center">Saga of the Dragon Cult</p> <p style="text-align: center">Interlude 1</p> <p style="text-align: center">Intrigue at the Standing Stones</p> <p style="text-align: center">Scaled for level 3.</p><p></p><p>Turn 78: Wood you believe it?</p><p></p><p>It’s funny what you can find in the bottom of a bottle.</p><p></p><p>KNOCK-KNOCK.</p><p></p><p>“Jim…” It’s Mischa.</p><p></p><p>Jim opens the door, he’s half-dressed and half-cut, he sways slightly, the bottle, nearly empty, tumbles from his hand.</p><p></p><p>“Is that you?” Jim staggers forwards arms open.</p><p>Mischa melts into his arms.</p><p></p><p>The Ranger holds her tight to him, whispers, “sorry”, and closes his eyes.</p><p></p><p>The pair remain locked together for quite some time, eventually Mischa breaks the clinch.</p><p></p><p>“D’ya wanna come in.” Jim shuffles back out of the doorway, his room’s a mess, it looks like it’s been ransacked.</p><p>“Who did… Oh Jim, what’s happened to you?” Mischa steps in and clutches the Ranger to her. </p><p>“It’s a mess. I’m a mess… I don’t know what to do.”</p><p></p><p>Jim clings to her.</p><p></p><p>Eventually Mischa loosens his grip.</p><p></p><p>“I need you. I need the Gang, something’s wrong.”</p><p>“What is it? Are you alright?”</p><p></p><p>Mischa nods, smiles.</p><p></p><p>“Jim, I need you to get the others, there’s something very bad happening near Tetnee, I need… I need you to help me, all of you. Can you find the others?”</p><p></p><p>Jim nods, and tries a half-smile on for size.</p><p></p><p>“I’ll get them.” He whispers.</p><p></p><p>Mischa grasps him to her again, plants a kiss on his cheek, smudges it till their lips are locked, eventually breaks away.</p><p></p><p>“Downstairs, an hour?”</p><p></p><p>Jim nods again, sobers up quickly and sets about finding the other members of the Goodman Gang.</p><p></p><p>An hour later they’re all gathered around a roaring fire in the bar room of the Wheatsheaf Inn, a little away from the dozen or so patrons who quietly sup and eat- it’s a slow day.</p><p></p><p>They sip their drinks, brought by a comely Elf, obviously a new member of staff, the young Elf maiden catches the eye of a number of the members of the Gang, and yet its on Jim that her gaze lingers, she even manages a smile, and a wink.</p><p></p><p>That’s all I need- the Ranger thinks but nevertheless winks back, which causes the maidens smile to spread even further.</p><p></p><p>Mischa follows Jim’s gaze, then drains her glass, Anya doesn’t know where to look.</p><p></p><p>“How can we help Mischa?” Cas however is all business, he only has eyes for Ala.</p><p>“Thistle and I had cause to travel to Tetknee a little while ago, at the invite of the Wise Woman of the village, our relations are cordial. The village has recovered remarkably after the predations of the Ogre, with your help.”</p><p></p><p>Which causes a number of smiles and nods from the listening crowd.</p><p></p><p>“However one of the outlaying farms was attacked recently, fortunately no one was hurt, at least no one on the farm- the attackers got away with cattle and fowl- food for a large group perhaps. But that’s not all, one of the attackers- a dishevelled female Barbarian, a northerner perhaps, had the misfortune to get left behind- two of the farmer’s sons, big lads, set about her- they got lucky I think. I’ve seen the body, before it was buried, the Barbarian was clearly an experienced warrior, although she was unarmed- she did manage to cut open the face of one of the lads- he nearly bled to death- her nails were sharpened to points, as were her teeth…”</p><p>“Vam…” Newt starts, and is instantly waved into silence.</p><p>“No, they were human alright, perhaps crazed or just feral- anyway, that’s not all, she was wearing this.”</p><p></p><p>Mischa hands over a gold pendant on a leather thong, they’ve seen the thing before- a three fingered hand. Newt had quite a collection of them at one point- back when they were hacking their way through the Kobold Abominations.</p><p></p><p>“You’ve seen it before?” Mischa asks</p><p></p><p>The Gang content themselves to stare at the thing, Anya nods.</p><p></p><p>“Lots of them, isn’t that right Newt. The Kobolds had them down in that hell hole we ripped apart.” Anya smirks.</p><p>“So what does it mean?” Cas asks and leans in to pick up the pendant.</p><p></p><p>Mischa answers.</p><p></p><p>“That’s what’s so odd, Thistle’s not really sure. We had a snoop around the caves, a few minor skirmishes, a few Stirges and the like- nothing much, the place was empty, except…”</p><p>“Except what?” Cas continues to probe.</p><p>“Except someone had been there, at least twenty people, with horses- they’d been camped there for a week or so, I think. We found signs that they had ventured deep into the place, further than we dared to go.”</p><p></p><p>The Inn grows silent.</p><p></p><p>“We managed to follow the trail out of the caves, for a while, it became obvious where they were heading- there’s an old Druid Circle in the woods near there, atop a small hillock. Thistle decided that it was too much danger for the pair of us, he did however enquire of several of his woodland friends- they see and hear everything. It seems the group are camped at the Druid Circle, although to what ends, the area possess little of its previous power, the Druids, as you know, are spread thinly in these parts…”</p><p>“How can we help?” Jim interjects then smiles warmly at Mischa and reaches out to grasp her hand.</p><p></p><p>Anya scowls and looks away.</p><p></p><p>Mischa grips tight to Jim’s hand, tighter still, her smile turns into a sudden frown, she thumps forward into the wooden table- hard, spilling her glass which tumbles and falls, shatters on the flagged floor of the Inn.</p><p></p><p>“Wha?” Jim’s up and rushing around the table. Ala is quick to help. The other members of the Gang rise quickly, a clamour of voices, none of them making sense.</p><p></p><p>“Who did…”</p><p>“Is she…”</p><p>“Ala?”</p><p>“Mischa?”</p><p>“Jim?”</p><p></p><p>The Ranger suddenly stops in his tracks, at the door to the kitchen the newest member of the Wheatsheaf waiting staff stands, the Elven maiden encountered earlier- she smiles again, this time there’s an edge to it, goes to wave and then changes her mind, she ducks back into the kitchen and out of sight.</p><p></p><p>“Poison.” Jim states, draws his dagger and leaps towards the kitchen.</p><p></p><p>Next Turn: Catch me if you can.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Goonalan, post: 4021300, member: 16069"] [CENTER]Saga of the Dragon Cult Interlude 1 Intrigue at the Standing Stones Scaled for level 3.[/CENTER] Turn 78: Wood you believe it? It’s funny what you can find in the bottom of a bottle. KNOCK-KNOCK. “Jim…” It’s Mischa. Jim opens the door, he’s half-dressed and half-cut, he sways slightly, the bottle, nearly empty, tumbles from his hand. “Is that you?” Jim staggers forwards arms open. Mischa melts into his arms. The Ranger holds her tight to him, whispers, “sorry”, and closes his eyes. The pair remain locked together for quite some time, eventually Mischa breaks the clinch. “D’ya wanna come in.” Jim shuffles back out of the doorway, his room’s a mess, it looks like it’s been ransacked. “Who did… Oh Jim, what’s happened to you?” Mischa steps in and clutches the Ranger to her. “It’s a mess. I’m a mess… I don’t know what to do.” Jim clings to her. Eventually Mischa loosens his grip. “I need you. I need the Gang, something’s wrong.” “What is it? Are you alright?” Mischa nods, smiles. “Jim, I need you to get the others, there’s something very bad happening near Tetnee, I need… I need you to help me, all of you. Can you find the others?” Jim nods, and tries a half-smile on for size. “I’ll get them.” He whispers. Mischa grasps him to her again, plants a kiss on his cheek, smudges it till their lips are locked, eventually breaks away. “Downstairs, an hour?” Jim nods again, sobers up quickly and sets about finding the other members of the Goodman Gang. An hour later they’re all gathered around a roaring fire in the bar room of the Wheatsheaf Inn, a little away from the dozen or so patrons who quietly sup and eat- it’s a slow day. They sip their drinks, brought by a comely Elf, obviously a new member of staff, the young Elf maiden catches the eye of a number of the members of the Gang, and yet its on Jim that her gaze lingers, she even manages a smile, and a wink. That’s all I need- the Ranger thinks but nevertheless winks back, which causes the maidens smile to spread even further. Mischa follows Jim’s gaze, then drains her glass, Anya doesn’t know where to look. “How can we help Mischa?” Cas however is all business, he only has eyes for Ala. “Thistle and I had cause to travel to Tetknee a little while ago, at the invite of the Wise Woman of the village, our relations are cordial. The village has recovered remarkably after the predations of the Ogre, with your help.” Which causes a number of smiles and nods from the listening crowd. “However one of the outlaying farms was attacked recently, fortunately no one was hurt, at least no one on the farm- the attackers got away with cattle and fowl- food for a large group perhaps. But that’s not all, one of the attackers- a dishevelled female Barbarian, a northerner perhaps, had the misfortune to get left behind- two of the farmer’s sons, big lads, set about her- they got lucky I think. I’ve seen the body, before it was buried, the Barbarian was clearly an experienced warrior, although she was unarmed- she did manage to cut open the face of one of the lads- he nearly bled to death- her nails were sharpened to points, as were her teeth…” “Vam…” Newt starts, and is instantly waved into silence. “No, they were human alright, perhaps crazed or just feral- anyway, that’s not all, she was wearing this.” Mischa hands over a gold pendant on a leather thong, they’ve seen the thing before- a three fingered hand. Newt had quite a collection of them at one point- back when they were hacking their way through the Kobold Abominations. “You’ve seen it before?” Mischa asks The Gang content themselves to stare at the thing, Anya nods. “Lots of them, isn’t that right Newt. The Kobolds had them down in that hell hole we ripped apart.” Anya smirks. “So what does it mean?” Cas asks and leans in to pick up the pendant. Mischa answers. “That’s what’s so odd, Thistle’s not really sure. We had a snoop around the caves, a few minor skirmishes, a few Stirges and the like- nothing much, the place was empty, except…” “Except what?” Cas continues to probe. “Except someone had been there, at least twenty people, with horses- they’d been camped there for a week or so, I think. We found signs that they had ventured deep into the place, further than we dared to go.” The Inn grows silent. “We managed to follow the trail out of the caves, for a while, it became obvious where they were heading- there’s an old Druid Circle in the woods near there, atop a small hillock. Thistle decided that it was too much danger for the pair of us, he did however enquire of several of his woodland friends- they see and hear everything. It seems the group are camped at the Druid Circle, although to what ends, the area possess little of its previous power, the Druids, as you know, are spread thinly in these parts…” “How can we help?” Jim interjects then smiles warmly at Mischa and reaches out to grasp her hand. Anya scowls and looks away. Mischa grips tight to Jim’s hand, tighter still, her smile turns into a sudden frown, she thumps forward into the wooden table- hard, spilling her glass which tumbles and falls, shatters on the flagged floor of the Inn. “Wha?” Jim’s up and rushing around the table. Ala is quick to help. The other members of the Gang rise quickly, a clamour of voices, none of them making sense. “Who did…” “Is she…” “Ala?” “Mischa?” “Jim?” The Ranger suddenly stops in his tracks, at the door to the kitchen the newest member of the Wheatsheaf waiting staff stands, the Elven maiden encountered earlier- she smiles again, this time there’s an edge to it, goes to wave and then changes her mind, she ducks back into the kitchen and out of sight. “Poison.” Jim states, draws his dagger and leaps towards the kitchen. Next Turn: Catch me if you can. [/QUOTE]
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