The Lamentation of Lolth - Chapter VI

Seeing the priest not taking the hint, Calenthang smiles broadly and tries to hide his mirth by sucking his teeth. He'll follow after the others for good measure.
 

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Teleri laughed, letting her own tension go. It solved nothing, and only weakened her. "I couldn't agree with you more, though some of us tend to get headaches when three or more priests get together for any length of time." she grinned and tossed Sarlis a vial of holy water.

"Take it. It can't hurt us, and can only hurt whatever undead critters we run into." she chuckled.
 

Turning to look at the elvish bowman and tracker, Ayden sighed as Sielwoodan's eyes still held the faint look of skepticism in them.

"I promise I only want to do the right thing Sielwoodan. My words earlier were spoken in the heat of emotion, and truthfully were not what I meant. I do want her killers brought to justice, but not at a cost that is truly too great to pay."

Seeing the others following him afterall, Ayden shrugged his shoulders slightly as he looked out across the mud filled road that ran through the center of the town.

"I guess we go to the closest farm Priestess Andress mentioned. We will look around for what we can see and then come back in from the weather, but hopefully Tymora will throw us a few coppers of fortune and we will be able to get a gauge of the physical threat that Lady Chastity went after, but prepare for the undead threat that ultimately took her life."
 

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Mimic said:
[sblock] Broddy notices his familiar close to the inn door rubbing its paws together in gleefull anticipation. Excellent, my plan is working... soon this group will be under my control..."Now is not the time Vex." Broddy tells him as he picks him up and follows Ayden out the door.
OMG that is one bam good piece or writing Mimic, I could just picture it in my mind and it made me LOL with out end [/sblock]

Dunstand will join the party in investigating the farms.
Maybe we should all just take some time off, people want to kill one another and can’t make up there mind if they want to go or if they want to stay. Sometimes I think I should have stayed in Westgate.
 

[sblock] Thanks for the props Dhes. Pinky and the Brain was always one of my favorite cartoons[/sblock]

Seeing the others getting ready Broddy will get his riding dog ready to go as well.
 

Gathering everyone up, the party heads out in the quickly darkening evening, a light rain still coming down at a steady pace, making the ride to the nearest attacked farm cold and wet. Reaching the farm, you see two buildings, a farmhouse and a large barn in the middle of a large field. A farmer can be seen inside the barn, through the open doors, re-shoeing a horse. He notices you and watches nervously as you approach, obviously not sure if you are friend or foe.
 

Sarlis approaches slowly but in a determined fashion. He salutes the men with a large friendly smile across his face.

"Gentlemen, let me introduce myself. My name is Sarlis, traveler and bearer of Lathander words. These are my compagnions of fortune.

He slowly approaches the men and look at the horse he his re-horsing.

"Looking at you, it almost looks like an easy job" Sarlis finishes his sentence with a friendly laugh.

[sblock]As usual Sarlis tries to befriend the men Diplomacy +21[/sblock]
 


Ayden dismounted and as his boot sunk slightly into the mud, he saw Sielwoodan prepare to leave the others. Leaning over to the taciturn archer, Ayden spoke quietly to him.

"We should let Father Sarlis speak to the owner of the farm before we walk around on his property Master Sielwoodan. While we may be here for a noble purpose, this is still his land and we must respect his rights as such."

Hoping the elf did not think he was trying to dictate his actions, as Ayden still wondered what Sielwoodan thought of him even though they had ridden together for several weeks, he turned and waited for the chosen of Lathander to finish his greetings with the farmer.
 

Teleri sighed, trying to look as non-threatening as possible, quite a trick, considering that she was a 6ft tall she-elf decked out in a chain shirt, mithril longsword and composite longbow within easy reach. She dismounted, carefully and went to stand beside the others, drawing her cloak about her to keep the chill away.

"Plus, the farmer has every reason not to trust us with all of the recent 'bandit' attacks. Let's treat these people like fragile glass, ok? The last thing they need is to fear every stranger that comes around." she told Ayden in elvish.

She looks around, taking in the enviroment and the farmer, gauging reactions.
 

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