The House of Rath: Prologue

[Chauzu]

[sblock]...Mystery Man, Taurus has already left the scene.[/sblock]

The gold dwarf remained motionless as Meliria spoke out, but at the mention of the merchant's name the drunkard awoke to his rather little senses with a flinch.

"Wha-What in the Nine Hells did I-" The dwarf was interrupted by the approach and conversing of the Cleric of Lathander.

*Hick-up* "Must of been a nightma- Ah, a bottle of spirits would be uh well way to sleep the night away, woman, but perhaps better if ye stayed *hick-up* by me side tonight." The picture was not pleasant to Nysa at all: all huddled up with the foamy bearded Kalgar in dark, damp alley. A wide smile formed on his face as he looked up at hers, continuing, "Or perhaps not, I suppose. Ye know, I was once an adventurer long ago. Prosperous, attractive... but unhappy." *Hick-up* " Then I came upon a cellar full of finely aged liqour (full of undead o' course), and so my tales ended." *Hick-up* But, aye, a bottle of spirits shall do well." He was clearly drunk.

Kalgar sat himself up more to get out of his slouch. *Hick-up* "The two loggers and the woman it is, eh? Well..." *Hick-up* "A night or two ago, I can't remember exactly which night it was, but... *Hick-Up* "...one night I was raiding one of the inns near the town gate on the north side and had a good fill. It was a pretty night, much more enlightening than tonight's. Well," *Hick-up* "on this fine night I fell asleep hard an' fast, but my sleep was ravaged when the trio, those of who we are speaking of, stumbled over me" *Hick-up* "happy self." The dwarf coughed a loud, grave stirring cough and made a weird girgling noise as he tried to clear his throat. "I was outraged o' course," *Hick-up* "but the men took no notice of this dwarf. Apparently, their attention was with her. They went out of town together leaving the north gate. They were taking the main road north." *Hick-up*

Kalgar reached into his dirty, brown cloak and pulled out a green and black shirt. He held it out straight and evenly so the back of the shirt could be seen. On the back of this shirt was a footprint.

"I'm not sure this will help, but it is from the boots of one of the men. Hopefully, if" *Hick-up* "there is any way to track them, the rain didn't obscur anything... but if there is anything, well, take this."

*Hick-up*

 

[Songdragon]

Nysa takes up the shirt to give to the halfling shortly, and then thanks Kalgar, "I thank you for you help this eve Kalgar, I shall see to your drink," and she thinks a moment and then offeres hoping to perhaps give some aid and help the dwarf who 'appears' down on his luck, "Kalgar, you could be an adventurer once again, if you wish. I would aid you in any way I am able. Mayhaps a night at an inn where you might rest in the warmth of a bed and then perhaps get yourself cleaned up. But if that is not what you wish, mayhaps something else other then your alley. While you may see nothing wrong with it, and I can accept that. I am sure there is better for you Kalgar. I have frreinds at a Temple of Lathander, and while not your faith, mayhaps you could find a purpose there, that is if you wish to become more then a lone dwarf in a simple alley." Nysa says all in a considerate and non-condescending way, and genuinely wishes to aid Kalagr if he wants it. She hopes that she can find something better for him then being a drunkard sleeping on the wet ground.

[sblock]She is attempting her diplomacy (+6) once again to get the dwarf to see that there is better for him, and that she is willing to help him attain that.[/sblock]

 

[Mystery Man]

[sblock]...Mystery Man, Taurus has already left the scene.

I fixed my post then. lol.[/sblock]

 

[Yair]

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Atavy... Where does it say worship of Malar is legal in Cormyr? Merely wondering how they would allow an evil deity to be worshipped.

In the FRCS. Apparently, the church of Malar even holds exclusive rights over hunting. I guess Malar's Hunter aspect is the dominant one, rather than the Beast.[/sblock]
Atavy takes the shirt from Nysa, and examines it, trying to extract whatever information he can to aid the hunt.[sblock]Is that Survival? Search? No-way-you-can-do-that? Deadr DM, if I find anything, please let me know.[/sblock]
If they went on the main road, tracks will do us little good, but a description might... unless they intend to change it? He looks up to Nysa, and sends her a thought. "ASK FOR THE COLOR OF THEIR CLOTHS, AND IF THEY HAD BACKPACKS OR PACKAGES WITH THEM."

 

[Songdragon]

The woman turns a moment to respond and then stops just before replying as she realizes the halfling was speaking in her mind, "What the, you can speak in people's minds? How is that... oh nevermind. We can discuss it later." and stares at the halfling for several more moments before turning back to the dwarf, hoping that she was able to persuade him that he could have a better life, and that someone was willing to help him get there, before she continued to ask him of the hallfing's query.

 

[Wilphe]

Percy takes the proffered war paint and dabs a little onto the side of his face, "Malar, Lord of the Hunt, bless us as we hunt in your great name.". He pauses, to look at Atazy and see if he did it right. Then he stands and follows Meliria, Glanded and Nysa out of the inn, there spending his time standing in the rain while the cleric deals with the drunken dwarf. Not that he has his weapon out, largely because he doesn't know the watch in this town and figures an obviously mixed group of people hanging out in an alley is suspicious enough withiout waving swords around.

"And heading North. As good a place as any to start...", he looks at the Malarite, "Reckon you can follow a two day old trail after this wheather?"

OOC: What's has the wheather being doing since then?

 

[Yair]

Percy takes the proffered war paint and dabs a little onto the side of his face, "Malar, Lord of the Hunt, bless us as we hunt in your great name.". He pauses, to look at Atazy and see if he did it right. Then he stands and follows Meliria, Glanded and Nysa out of the inn, there spending his time standing in the rain while the cleric deals with the drunken dwarf. Not that he has his weapon out, largely because he doesn't know the watch in this town and figures an obviously mixed group of people hanging out in an alley is suspicious enough withiout waving swords around.

Atavy smiles and nods, with a child-like happiness. He then returns the pouch to his belt, and joins the others outside.

"And heading North. As good a place as any to start...", he looks at the Malarite, "Reckon you can follow a two day old trail after this wheather?"

THe halfling grumbles. "No."
[sblock]I reckong that's around DC 30; I can manage DC 25 with take 20... and that takes 10 hours [/sblock]

 

[Joshua Randall]

While Nysa questions Kalgar, Meliria keeps a wary eye on her surroundings. I've got to hand it to the Lathanderite -- she has a smooth tongue. Now let's hope this drunken mine-digger is actually telling us something useful, and not just recounting some drunken hallucination.
[sblock]OOC -- I'll defer to Atavy regarding tracking. Meliria has no skill there.[/sblock]

 

[garlicnation]

Assuming that the village party is waiting till tommorow to start gathering information, Tinos will rest, and in the morning pray for some spells that will be useful in the pursuit of information.

OOC:
[sblock]
0-Read Magic, Cure Minor x2
1-Doom, Command+Bane[/sblock]

 

[Mephit James]

Jand is also going to get some sleep and study up on his spells (the usual assortment). I assume we have rooms and such already, should we be paying for those? In Thay, the mere offer of not roasting an innkeeper's skin with magic missiles would be sufficient payment for a night's rest but here in these barbarian climes, who knows...