The Lamentation of Lolth - Chapter VI

Teleri keeps her tongue and her head barely as Dunstand looses control of his anger. Gods we can't! she thought disjointedly, moving towards the well-meaning thief, but Calenthang beats her to it.
 

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Drogo

OOC: Is this the same village where we killed the Naga in the well? Wasn't that Orchard Meadow? By now, Drogo would have explained his new wildshape ability to everyone.

BIC: Drogo frowns grimly. "The people avoid us for a reason. They are not bad people, but they put their lives at risk associating with us, it seems. We must respect their fear and avoid them for now. We will speak to the priestess later. For now, let us join them in paying our last respects to our departed friend."
 

[sblock] No manz, that was Orchard Meadows. Twilight hollow is where the White Council is holing up and where they took Chasity and Andreas. And Teleri doesn't like em much. Simply because they are an inquisition and that sort of thing flies against her chaotic good nature. And StormArmour probably doesn't like em much either, because they are taking the law into their own hands. :] [/sblock]

Teleri breathes slowly, gaining control over her emotions. She opens her eyes and looks at Drogo, expression bleak. "Indeed," she says quietly, calmly. Too calmly for those who know her and by now, even Calenthang can see that she is only barely in control of her own anger. She mutters something in elvish, what seems like a prayer of some sort for the departed.

"Lord Naralis grant peace to the departed. Grant healing to the living. Sehanine, please, guide the lost one home." she whispers, eyes bright with unshed tears.
 
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Calenthang notices the young elven priestess trying to catch his eye and returns her stare with stoic calm. The death of his friend did not come to a surprise to him, and having come to terms with mortality at a young age, his sense of loss has been somewhat desensitized.
Her god protect her.
 

I should be used to death and horror by now. Teleri thinks glumly. First my father and those bedamned drow cultists, then the war in Evereska and now this. Humans. They live such fast lives. It is horrible that this life was cut even shorter and by what? she shook her head sadly.

Do you ever get used to death? she asked StormArmour. I mean, does it ever stop affecting you? Silly question I know. But...
 

"The pack will survive longuer than a lone wolf... May Selune guide her soul in her travels."

On that, Sielwoodan starts to walk to the stables where he will unpack Felmir and gives him something to eat and drink.
 

Sarlis, listen carefully at the gnome and the others.
"Obviously they've been here before, and that person meant a lot to them. I better behave and show some respect to the fallen, especially after my little incident."

Sarlis kneel in front of the body and makes it look like he is doing an intense prayer
[sblock]Bluff +10 ;) [/sblock]

He then stands up and hear the ranger comment.

"Strange thinking that could be used to our advantage, If I could push him a bit more in it, he could easily martyr himself for saving the group. His life seems less important than the unity and survival of the group. Interesting"

He then follow the ranger to the stable.

"Excuse me Sielwoodan for what I may have said earlier. I came to realise that your thinking is slightly different than mine. Instead of fighting with you on our differences I will try to highlight our similitude. I must say that I am very impressed by your loyalty and the importance that the group takes in your life. I know that if I can earn the group trust, then you would make a powerfull ally. But I also know that trust is earn slowly through time and with great cost. A cost I am willing to pay to become one of the wolf, like you said the pack will survive longer than a lone wolf....So if I can do something to help it survive longer, I will gladly do it.

[sblock]Please assume that it was said by someone with bluff +10 and Diplomacy +21[/sblock]

He will then follow him to the nearest Inn to eat and drink. "You seem to know that place more than I do. Do you mind if I follow you, I must say that I am quite hungry, and don't really know where to go.
 

OoC: Manz - Right, this is a completely different village. This is a ways southwest of Orchard Meadows, south of the mountain range to the west on your Faerun map. This is where you were told that the White Brotherhood took Chastity & Andreas.

All - Not sure what's keeping Verbatim, but I will move on a tad so the party can get settled in at the village's inn, and start piecing things together. He is certainly free to throw in a back post for his reaction to Chastity in the coffin, as I'm sure it will be a big one. :)

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Death affects most everyone in some way or another, the dwarven sword explains in Teleri's mind. It depends on the person, how they deal with it. Me and me kin celebrate death, seeing it as our dead's reward for their battles in life. I canno' think o' a better reward than ta finally come ta rest in Moridin's halls. I sometimes wish me family would have honored me that way, instead of like this, the sword muses, before growing silent and retreating back from Teleri's mind.

The Double Bolt Inn, a single storied building in the south part of the village is Twlight Hollows only accomodations. After Sielwoodan stables Felmir and goes inside, he and any others following enter the common room. This wood-paneled room is warmed by a fireplace, above which hangs a small steel shield emblazoned with the symbol of Ilmater (a pair of white hands bound at the wrist with a red cord). Four tables are arranged about the room, and a bar stretched along the wall near the entrance. A double door to the north appears to lead into the kitchen and a staircase descends down to the basement along the southern wall. A large man, bald, in his middle years stands behind the bar wiping it clean with a cloth. The room otherwise is empty of any patrons.
 

Sarlis heads directly to the bar.
"What an horrible day, the rain simply don't stop. I am happy to find such a nice establishement to protect myself from it. My name is Sarlis, I am a traveller, bearer of Lathander word and adventurer when needed. I will take a plate of your best meal, a cup of best wine and one room for the night.

I guess the lack of attendance in your establishement is due to the fact that your village is mourning the death of one of yours. I noticed outside the procession, and I must say that I am greatly sorry for your loss.
Say Sarlis with a grave expresion on his face.

[sblock]Sarlis is trying to gain the confidence of the men, to shift his attitude to friendly or helpfull, such that he can tell us more about the situation in the village Diplomacy +21 [/sblock]
 

"Okrosh Danrat at your service," the man says warily, eyeing Sarlis and everyone else present with squinted eyes, as if sizing everyone up. He turns towards the double doors behind him and shouts, "Hey Mikiti, we've got customers! Get this man what he wants." A young man, in his late teens, comes out from the back and takes Sarlis' order before retreating back into the kitchen.

Okrosh then turns back to Sarlis and adds, "That'll be 2 silver for the meal, and 5 for the night. As for my usual patrons, most are with the procession, but it's pretty normal around here this time of the week. Our protector Lady Chastity died a month ago. It's quite unfortunate. She had just returned, days before, from her pilgrimage north. Her body is displayed through town weekly by High Priestess Andress as a reminder of better times, and as a warning that there are dark times coming, and we had best be on the lookout for any trouble. The best advice I could give you is to leave here as quick as you came. High Priestress Andress' prophecy makes it rough for any outsiders to stay long."
 

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