The Lamentation of Lolth - Chapter I

[Verbatim]

Reaching into his purse, Ayden pulls out a silver piece and hands it to the waitress with a smile.

"Thank you very much ma'am."

As the others begin to come to the table also, Ayden sips the sweet cider as Drogo begins telling them of the water level in the swamp, but before he can add his thoughts Calenthang asks that they wait for the others to show up before speaking of all they have learned.

Turning back to face the waitress, Ayden decides to gamble a bit with her memory.

"Ma'am, perhaps I may ask you a question? Would you perchance happen to remember a pair of halfling twins, or perhaps a gnome who passed through the town maybe a month to two months ago?"

 

[hippocrachus]

(OOC: Let's just say Chastity and Seilwoodan are here with us...)

Calenthang greets Andreas appropriately. "Friend Drogo, I believe I have something all of our magic users will find interesting enough. You especially, as I believe I overheard, your being a Druid. On the edge of town there is an old woman...Old Mother Grundy," he avoids saying anything ill about her, not knowing what witchery divination she might cast. He glances around nervously, even going so far as to look up. "I, uh, believe you might be able to tell me what's inside this," he takes out a "Poison Poison" vial and hands it across the table. "She said it provides protection from swamp fever and the like," he pulls out the other vials containing the mosquito balm and hands each person one. "She says these will provide protection from the mosquitoes in the swamp. They might carry swamp fever."

 

[Majin]

Griselda puts a finger to her lips for a moment, trying to think back. "I think I remember them stopping in here for a little something. They were all together. The gnome was quite talkative much to the twins dismay it seemed. They tended to try their best at keeping a low profile. The gnome though introduced himself as Silas Gruecock. He had some blueprints with him that he was apparently talking to the halflings about. He referred to them as Ronnie and Reggie, but I didn't catch a last name. Thats all I heard I'm afraid. Having other tables to wait on I did not overhear anything else."

 

[Manzanita]

Drogo

To Griselda. "You are very helpful. How about a woman who has come here at times, and keeps her face hidden. We are interested in recent visitors in the area, you see, on the off chance that they are related to the lizardman incidents."

To Calenthang. "Ernest told us of this woman. He feels she may well be to blame for the troubles." He takes the potions & sniffs them. Any chance he can determine anything about them? nature knowledge +4?

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

Mosslime: Finhead Saurial/Male

Mosslime gives what could only be a frown after sniffing the tankard of “Scrumpy”. Shaking his head he’ll push it away with a slight wave of his hand showing all its fist come first serve. The he’ll go through his normal movements, that is if someone doesn’t remember that he’s a vegetarian, hoping that the waitress figures it out.

 

[Jarval]

Andreas peers at the vial with interest, watching as Drogo takes it from Calenthang's hand. He murmurs a few words quietly, then looks again at the strange fluid contained within the glass.


(Casting detect magic on the Poison Poison. If Andreas finds any, he'll concentrate for a few rounds to gain as much information as he can.)

 

[Majin]

Sniffing the vile smelling concoction nearly makes Drogo wretch. Unfortunately he is not able to identify what it could possibly be made out of.

"Well while I'm here, I guess I should ask if anyone wants anything to eat to go with their drinks." Griselda says with a giggle.

Andreas recognizes a faint Conjuration aura emanating from the vial. Studying it further it does appear to be curative.

 

[Jarval]

"Hmm..." Andreas frowns at the vial, a little puzzled. "It's magical, faintly, but I'm not putting any money on it curing you of anything. Still, I'd need to do a lot more study before I could be certain of what it does."

Turning away from the Poison Poison, Andreas smiles charmingly at Griselda. "Yes, a bite to eat would be very pleasant. What would you suggest? I'm afraid I don't really know what the local specialities are."

 

[Verbatim]

Looking around the table, Ayden sighs at the mention of Ernest's troubles with Grundy.

"I fear that Brother Ernest worries that his faithful will look elsewhere if Grundy is left unchecked by his sermons. While I have no doubt that he is a pious priest, he is only mortal, and therefore given to the weaknesses of the flesh."

As Moss pushed his glass away, Ayden turned once more to the very helpful waitress.

"If you don't mind ma'am, could you bring Moss a glass of water, as well as a plate of fruits and vegatables."

As the stench of Drogo's open vial reaches his nose, Ayden fights back a gag and forces a smile.

"Well, I can see why it would protect its wearers from poisons, it smells like death already. Let us pray we will not have to test it..."

Placing his vial in his pocket, Ayden thinks on the gnome with blue prints.

"Do you think this gnome could be building something out in the swamp? Much as Moss appears on the surface to be similar to a lizardman, perhaps they have mistaken him as one of the town's own."

 

[hippocrachus]

Calenthang doesn't pretend to be in the "know" when Ayden and Drogo mention weird parties of small-folk and water drainage problems, but does feel the need to add how nice and helpful Old Mother Grundy was...is.