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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Ao the Overkitty" data-source="post: 1532152" data-attributes="member: 9758">Journal Entry of Seth Lochmar - July 17thJuly 17th, 1002    Well… yesterday’s triumph has yet again been turned into a defeat.  I’m really starting to hate when this happens.  Arvin, Fiona, and Wallace woke up sick this morning.  It was worse than Arvin suspected when I diagnosed it as Mummy Rot.  It seems the only reason why I was spared was because of my recent connection with our lord.  Against my better judgment, Wallace decided he was going to head home to seek the help of his father, a great healer by his own accounts.  I am sad to see him go and fear he will not make it more then a day, but he would not see reason and it is not right to force someone to stay against their will.    Now I fear we must venture into the City once again.  That seems to be the only place that will likely to have anyone capable of removing this disease.  That means a trip to the Basilica.  Hopefully we can search out Father McLar and gain his help in this.  Of course, for this, we need cash; something we are lacking.  Sure, we have lots of sellable items, but we need someone who will actually buy from us; at a reasonable price, that is.  That will be the tricky part.    There are also our unknown enemies within the city.  Last time, we barely made it out of town alive.  I do not hold out much hope that we will have the same amount of luck this time.------------    Well... things went much better then expected.  It seems that, if we do not stay overnight in the city, it does not give our enemies enough time to deal with us.  But anyway, here is what transpired.    Before leaving for the city, two more family members arrived, riding one horse together. Nio-lu Lochmar is a brash sort.  He is prone to bold statements and seems stubborn.  I wouldn’t say he’s quick to sling insults, but he certainly stands his ground and openly challenges those that may subtly challenge us.  Though he claims to be a hearty warrior, his skills in combat left a bit to be desired, but perhaps he just had a bad day.  In his first confrontation, he fled like a little girl (admittedly, there was magic at work).    The second one was Lamard Lochmar.  Now this one was gifted with a smooth tongue.  He has a way with words I have not seen before.  I swear, he could convince Galibur to become a monk if he tried.  He has already smoothed over many confrontations in just this one day.  I feel that he will swiftly become the spokesman for our family.    On our way to the city, while on a narrow part of the Dars we ran into a trio of Darsguards.  While I did not get all of their names, Rob Darsguard was a pompous ass who spoke down to us and generally just taunted us.  Louis Darsgaurd, a mage of some sort, went along with Rob’s lead.  The final one of the group was a woman who’s name I did not catch, but she wanted Rob to just leave us alone.  It took a bit of time, since we were trying to avoid a fight.  When Fiona got down off the wagon to deal with them, I tried to charm Louis, to no effect.  Louis used some sort of scare tactic, but thanks to the courage our lord has placed in me that I now exude, only Lou, as he has said we can call him, bawked and ran away.  Fiona was much more successful in charming Rob and with well chosen words got him to just move past us.  That encounter could have gone much worse; Saint Michael must have been watching over us.    Within the city, we first made for the marketplace, to raise some capital.  Haggling and bargaining, we were able to sell most of our stockpiled items.  We also found out that Andreas used to buy cases of Potions of Maximized Extended Bull’s Strength.  Gah!  To think of what we could do with the money it would take for such a case.    Moving on to the Basilica, we met a snooty priest and found out that Father McLar leads the chapel of St. Andrews.  They also told us to piss off when we saught to have Arvin & Fiona cured of their diseases.  Apparently the Lochmars are supposed to be paying a tithe of 1,000 a week to the Basilica.  Not likely!  We made our way to the chapel of Saint Andrews, where we saw Fletcher again and now met his father, Father McLar.  A nice guy, if a bit lacking in the judgment department when it comes to the Lochmar family.  He was more then willing to help us, but did not have the healing power himself.  He did have a solution for our dilemma, though.  Apparently the shrine of Saint Raphael had become inhabited by a toad daemon.  He was trapped there by some binding spells, but was still considered a nasty foe.  With Saint Raphael being the Patron Saint of Healing, the fount within his shrine had the power to heal diseases.  Of course, this is also where the toad daemon was trapped.  We agreed to take down the daemon for the use of the fountain’s water.    The chamber was locked up and the keys were entrusted to two individuals.  Lamard used his glib speech to talk them into allowing us entry.  Father Craig was a nice enough, if inexperienced priest.  Still, he was better off then Father Torrent.  Father Torrent had fallen under the influence of the daemon and tried to talk us out of our errand.  Of course, when he saw we would not do this, he set up a trap to spring upon us within the shrine, outside the door.  His betrayal came as no shock to us and we made quick work of him.  Seeing that a dead priest on our hands would not help us any, I tried to knock the man out, while the rest aimed to kill.  After he was knocked out and tied up, we proceeded to enter the chamber of the fount and daemon.  We made short work of the daemon, though Lamard did free him from his prison before we killed it.    The fount itself did much more then cure diseases, though.  We were quite happy to find that it also heartened our bodies and strengthened our breath.</blockquote>

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