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<blockquote data-quote="Dr Midnight" data-source="post: 3690962" data-attributes="member: 69"><p style="text-align: center"><em><strong>Session 6 - Chapter 3</strong></em></p> <p style="text-align: center"><span style="color: DarkRed"><strong><span style="font-size: 22px"><span style="font-family: 'Impact'"><u><span style="font-size: 18px">THE</span> AMAZING THENDRICK</u></span></span></strong></span></p><p></p><p>“I think Gerrit’s dead,” Toufghar wheezed as the rage left him. </p><p></p><p>“Damn,” Ashlyn said. “Can’t we have four party members for more than a half hour?”</p><p></p><p>Arianna began gently loading the halfling’s body into his haversack. A muted call came from the wall behind the staircase. Toufghar recognized the voice immediately. “It’s Thendrick! Thendrick’s alive!”</p><p></p><p>Arianna walked to the wall and found the hidden door. Inside, she found a man in a dark room strapped down to a wooden table. All around the small room were foul greenish chemicals and body parts. “Who’re you?” the man asked feebly. “I dun know you.” He was dressed in fine black and gray robes with a burgundy vest as a colorful accent. He seemed to be in his early thirties with handsome and kind (though exhausted) features. His closely cut hair was snow white, as was his pointed goatee. </p><p></p><p>Toufghar and Ashlyn appeared and helped Arianna with the straps. “Took you long enough,” the man said. </p><p></p><p>“Thendrick, it <em>is</em> you! Are you alright?” They stood him up and he leaned on them as they walked him to the door.</p><p></p><p>“Just need to walk it off. I feel better alread…” They reached the church’s main cellar area, with Ashlyn’s troglodyte musk still hanging heavy in the air. Thendrick was suddenly and violently sick.</p><p style="text-align: center"></p> <p style="text-align: center"><img src="http://a132.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/74/l_8cb59b0bf1f8084d97818e3453a2be0b.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " style="" /></p> <p style="text-align: center"></p><p>The fresh air did wonders for him and before long he was walking on his own as he sipped from a cure light wounds potion. They exchanged pieces of their stories as they walked. “It was awful, but thankfully I don’t remember much of it,” Thendrick said. “Toufghar and I were jumped by ghouls and were separated. I ran back for the church and hid inside. I told the priest I was hiding from ghouls, turned to look out the window and then everything went black. I woke up later strapped to that damned table. The priest came in and fed me some awful-tasting stuff and kept calling me ‘Doru’, said we’d be a family again. I think the gruel was drugged because my memory gets really hazy around there. I must’ve been trapped in there for… how many days has it been?”</p><p></p><p>“Five,” Toufghar offered cheerfully. </p><p></p><p>“Huh. Feels like six. Anyway, he kept trying to cast some spell on me from this ancient yellowed parchment. It never worked and he’d get frustrated and march off. I came and went. Dreamed a lot.”</p><p></p><p>Ashlyn said “He was trying to turn you into whatever he’d turned his son into… a <em>blaspheme</em>. Very nasty undead, we can tell you.”</p><p></p><p>They walked through town towards the village square, past fallen zombie corpses. They were silent for a time. Sorrowful women wearing headscarves were examining the dead, looking for loved ones they could finally bury. </p><p></p><p>Thendrick turned to Ashlyn. “So you’re a troglodyte now.”</p><p></p><p>“Yep.”</p><p></p><p>“How’s that working out for you?”</p><p style="text-align: center"></p> <p style="text-align: center"><img src="http://a132.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/74/l_8cb59b0bf1f8084d97818e3453a2be0b.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " style="" /></p> <p style="text-align: center"></p><p>Back in the center of town, a cautious group of villagers were eyeing the returning heroes. “How are we going to deal with this?” Arianna asked. “They were about to lynch us as we left last time.”</p><p></p><p>Thendrick said “We walk in and tell them we’ve defeated the evil of the church.”</p><p></p><p>Toufghar winced. “Maybe we shouldn’t put it that way.”</p><p></p><p>“Well,” one of the townspeople called out as the adventurers neared. “You leave, the zombies all fall over and you come back. Is this your doing?”</p><p></p><p>“Yes,” Ashlyn said with her head high. “We discovered that the source of the necromantic infection was cloistered in the basement of the church. We destroyed it and now the town of Barovia is free.”</p><p></p><p>The villagers looked to one another and no one could seem to find objection to allowing the adventurers in. They parted and Arianna, Ashlyn, Toufghar and Thendrick walked among them.</p><p></p><p>“You left with a little fellah,” an observant older man said. “You come back with a big fellah.”</p><p></p><p>Ashlyn nodded. “Our little friend died fighting the undead. We were hoping you could tell us where we could bring him back to life.”</p><p></p><p>The man pointed back, the way they came. “Danovich is the local holy man, lives up yonder.”</p><p></p><p>“Um. That won’t do. I’m afraid he… uh… perished in the fight.”</p><p></p><p>“Ahh. Now that I come to think on it, he never was good at bringing back the dead anyhow.” </p><p></p><p>Toufghar looked very much like he was holding back a joke. Thendrick didn’t give him the opportunity. “Is there anyone else that might be able to help us? We have a fallen friend and we’d like to bring him back as soon as possible.”</p><p></p><p>“I’ve got what you need,” a voice called out over the crowd. All heads turned to see a fat man smiling from the entrance to Bildrath’s Mercantile. He beckoned to them and walked inside.</p><p></p><p>The group walked towards the shop. “I think Gerrit had a quick dealing with that man,” Arianna said. “Charged him fifty gold pieces for oil. A gouger and a profiteer.”</p><p></p><p>Ashlyn nodded. “We’ll have to be careful… don’t worry, Thendrick has a silver tongue when it comes to dealing with churls like this.”</p><p></p><p>Inside the shop, the fat man introduced himself. “I’m Bildrath. This here’s my shop. I got a roll of paper you might be interested in. It brings back the dead.”</p><p></p><p>Arianna asked “May I examine it?” She took the paper and looked it over. “It’s for real,” she said. “A scroll of <em>reincarnate</em>.”</p><p></p><p>Ashlyn looked to Bildrath. “How much?”</p><p></p><p>The shopkeep leaned back and smiled. “Times like this, stuff that brings back the dead goes for a good penny. I could get three thousand gold for it from the more wealthy townspeople. The burgomaster died not long back. His family’d pay prettily for this.”</p><p></p><p>“Three thousand?” Arianna’s mouth hung open. </p><p></p><p>Thendrick stepped in. “Really, sir. This is for a hero of the town. This man died helping to destroy the evil that was keeping Barovia under siege.”</p><p></p><p>“And I’m sorry for his loss,” Bildrath said. </p><p></p><p>“Well, is there perhaps some way we can make up the cost of this scroll to you?”</p><p></p><p>“Yes. Gold.” The shopkeep laughed to himself.</p><p></p><p>Thendrick thought for a moment and adjusted his strategy. Affecting a look of tired boredom, he glanced around the shop with a sniff. “This won’t do. I’m afraid we’re going to have to take our business to a competitor if you won’t budge on the price.”</p><p></p><p>“Be my guest,” Bildrath laughed. “Go, seek, find another shop in town that managed to have held off the zombies. Just remember that if at first you don’t succeed… please come again.” He ushered them out the door and closed it with a polite click.</p><p></p><p>“Well that didn’t work,” Toufghar muttered.</p><p></p><p> “What are you doing?” Arianna asked. “We need Gerrit back! We have three thousand gold pieces, it’s going to be pricey but we can pay it.”</p><p></p><p>Thendrick shook his head. “It’s always best to give a hard negotiator some time to think that we’re not motivated to buy. He’s asking a ridiculous amount. Besides, we get Gerrit back in less than two days anyway. Three thousand gold to bring him back forty hours ahead of schedule really does seem like a bit much.” </p><p></p><p>Toufghar sighed. “So what now? Do we go see this Madam Eva?”</p><p></p><p>Arianna thought for a moment. “The burgomaster’s daughter. Ismark’s sister. She’s been locked in the family mansion with her father’s body since the plague began.” </p><p></p><p>“How do you know?” asked Ashlyn.</p><p></p><p>“It came up just before Ismark had us thrown out of town.”</p><p></p><p>Thendrick scratched his head. “So… why visit her? I mean, no disrespect intended and I’m sure she could use the company, but why her, now?”</p><p></p><p>“Her father was the last known person to stand up to Strahd… with something called the <em>Holy Symbol of Ravenkind</em>.”</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p style="text-align: center"><em><strong>Coming up</strong></em></p> <p style="text-align: center"><span style="color: DarkRed"><strong><span style="font-size: 22px"><span style="font-family: 'Impact'"><u>BRING OUT <span style="font-size: 18px">YOUR</span> DEAD</u></span></span></strong></span></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Dr Midnight, post: 3690962, member: 69"] [CENTER][I][B]Session 6 - Chapter 3[/B][/I] [COLOR=DarkRed][B][SIZE=6][FONT=Impact][U][SIZE=5]THE[/SIZE] AMAZING THENDRICK[/U][/FONT][/SIZE][/B][/COLOR][/CENTER] “I think Gerrit’s dead,” Toufghar wheezed as the rage left him. “Damn,” Ashlyn said. “Can’t we have four party members for more than a half hour?” Arianna began gently loading the halfling’s body into his haversack. A muted call came from the wall behind the staircase. Toufghar recognized the voice immediately. “It’s Thendrick! Thendrick’s alive!” Arianna walked to the wall and found the hidden door. Inside, she found a man in a dark room strapped down to a wooden table. All around the small room were foul greenish chemicals and body parts. “Who’re you?” the man asked feebly. “I dun know you.” He was dressed in fine black and gray robes with a burgundy vest as a colorful accent. He seemed to be in his early thirties with handsome and kind (though exhausted) features. His closely cut hair was snow white, as was his pointed goatee. Toufghar and Ashlyn appeared and helped Arianna with the straps. “Took you long enough,” the man said. “Thendrick, it [I]is[/I] you! Are you alright?” They stood him up and he leaned on them as they walked him to the door. “Just need to walk it off. I feel better alread…” They reached the church’s main cellar area, with Ashlyn’s troglodyte musk still hanging heavy in the air. Thendrick was suddenly and violently sick. [CENTER] [IMG]http://a132.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/74/l_8cb59b0bf1f8084d97818e3453a2be0b.jpg[/IMG] [/CENTER] The fresh air did wonders for him and before long he was walking on his own as he sipped from a cure light wounds potion. They exchanged pieces of their stories as they walked. “It was awful, but thankfully I don’t remember much of it,” Thendrick said. “Toufghar and I were jumped by ghouls and were separated. I ran back for the church and hid inside. I told the priest I was hiding from ghouls, turned to look out the window and then everything went black. I woke up later strapped to that damned table. The priest came in and fed me some awful-tasting stuff and kept calling me ‘Doru’, said we’d be a family again. I think the gruel was drugged because my memory gets really hazy around there. I must’ve been trapped in there for… how many days has it been?” “Five,” Toufghar offered cheerfully. “Huh. Feels like six. Anyway, he kept trying to cast some spell on me from this ancient yellowed parchment. It never worked and he’d get frustrated and march off. I came and went. Dreamed a lot.” Ashlyn said “He was trying to turn you into whatever he’d turned his son into… a [I]blaspheme[/I]. Very nasty undead, we can tell you.” They walked through town towards the village square, past fallen zombie corpses. They were silent for a time. Sorrowful women wearing headscarves were examining the dead, looking for loved ones they could finally bury. Thendrick turned to Ashlyn. “So you’re a troglodyte now.” “Yep.” “How’s that working out for you?” [CENTER] [IMG]http://a132.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/74/l_8cb59b0bf1f8084d97818e3453a2be0b.jpg[/IMG] [/CENTER] Back in the center of town, a cautious group of villagers were eyeing the returning heroes. “How are we going to deal with this?” Arianna asked. “They were about to lynch us as we left last time.” Thendrick said “We walk in and tell them we’ve defeated the evil of the church.” Toufghar winced. “Maybe we shouldn’t put it that way.” “Well,” one of the townspeople called out as the adventurers neared. “You leave, the zombies all fall over and you come back. Is this your doing?” “Yes,” Ashlyn said with her head high. “We discovered that the source of the necromantic infection was cloistered in the basement of the church. We destroyed it and now the town of Barovia is free.” The villagers looked to one another and no one could seem to find objection to allowing the adventurers in. They parted and Arianna, Ashlyn, Toufghar and Thendrick walked among them. “You left with a little fellah,” an observant older man said. “You come back with a big fellah.” Ashlyn nodded. “Our little friend died fighting the undead. We were hoping you could tell us where we could bring him back to life.” The man pointed back, the way they came. “Danovich is the local holy man, lives up yonder.” “Um. That won’t do. I’m afraid he… uh… perished in the fight.” “Ahh. Now that I come to think on it, he never was good at bringing back the dead anyhow.” Toufghar looked very much like he was holding back a joke. Thendrick didn’t give him the opportunity. “Is there anyone else that might be able to help us? We have a fallen friend and we’d like to bring him back as soon as possible.” “I’ve got what you need,” a voice called out over the crowd. All heads turned to see a fat man smiling from the entrance to Bildrath’s Mercantile. He beckoned to them and walked inside. The group walked towards the shop. “I think Gerrit had a quick dealing with that man,” Arianna said. “Charged him fifty gold pieces for oil. A gouger and a profiteer.” Ashlyn nodded. “We’ll have to be careful… don’t worry, Thendrick has a silver tongue when it comes to dealing with churls like this.” Inside the shop, the fat man introduced himself. “I’m Bildrath. This here’s my shop. I got a roll of paper you might be interested in. It brings back the dead.” Arianna asked “May I examine it?” She took the paper and looked it over. “It’s for real,” she said. “A scroll of [I]reincarnate[/I].” Ashlyn looked to Bildrath. “How much?” The shopkeep leaned back and smiled. “Times like this, stuff that brings back the dead goes for a good penny. I could get three thousand gold for it from the more wealthy townspeople. The burgomaster died not long back. His family’d pay prettily for this.” “Three thousand?” Arianna’s mouth hung open. Thendrick stepped in. “Really, sir. This is for a hero of the town. This man died helping to destroy the evil that was keeping Barovia under siege.” “And I’m sorry for his loss,” Bildrath said. “Well, is there perhaps some way we can make up the cost of this scroll to you?” “Yes. Gold.” The shopkeep laughed to himself. Thendrick thought for a moment and adjusted his strategy. Affecting a look of tired boredom, he glanced around the shop with a sniff. “This won’t do. I’m afraid we’re going to have to take our business to a competitor if you won’t budge on the price.” “Be my guest,” Bildrath laughed. “Go, seek, find another shop in town that managed to have held off the zombies. Just remember that if at first you don’t succeed… please come again.” He ushered them out the door and closed it with a polite click. “Well that didn’t work,” Toufghar muttered. “What are you doing?” Arianna asked. “We need Gerrit back! We have three thousand gold pieces, it’s going to be pricey but we can pay it.” Thendrick shook his head. “It’s always best to give a hard negotiator some time to think that we’re not motivated to buy. He’s asking a ridiculous amount. Besides, we get Gerrit back in less than two days anyway. Three thousand gold to bring him back forty hours ahead of schedule really does seem like a bit much.” Toufghar sighed. “So what now? Do we go see this Madam Eva?” Arianna thought for a moment. “The burgomaster’s daughter. Ismark’s sister. She’s been locked in the family mansion with her father’s body since the plague began.” “How do you know?” asked Ashlyn. “It came up just before Ismark had us thrown out of town.” Thendrick scratched his head. “So… why visit her? I mean, no disrespect intended and I’m sure she could use the company, but why her, now?” “Her father was the last known person to stand up to Strahd… with something called the [I]Holy Symbol of Ravenkind[/I].” [CENTER][I][B]Coming up[/B][/I] [COLOR=DarkRed][B][SIZE=6][FONT=Impact][U]BRING OUT [SIZE=5]YOUR[/SIZE] DEAD[/U][/FONT][/SIZE][/B][/COLOR][/CENTER] . [/QUOTE]
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