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THE STORY SO FAR: While searching the rented rooms of the healer Kelakor, the heroes slay their undead grandmother, then burn the body.
SESSION 5 : PART 8
Summary of this part: Ulfgard uses magic to make sense of the torn scraps found in Kelakor’s rooms. Jead (the village lamplighter), pulling a handcart filled with objects of lead, watches. The heroes learn from him that the Baron is collecting lead. Roland visits Ulfgard’s sister.
Ulfgard: Great. Go in. I’ll just open the door and walk in.
Nepzillian: We don’t knock any more.
Roland: That’s right.
DM: There’s a guy there. He’s blowing a bottle.
Ulfgard: What’s his name?
DM: His name is…
Ulfgard: I figure I probably know.
DM: …Fraoth.
Ulfgard: Fraoth!
DM: He stops.
Fraoth: Yes?
Ulfgard: Greetings.
Fra: Aye.
Ulfgard: I need a small piece of glass, almost a disc, a clear piece.
Fra: Ah… um… bottom of a bottle?
Ulfgard: Very well then, if I may.
DM: He hands you a broken one.
Ulfgard: Ok, it’s not--
DM: It’s got rough edges.
Fra: Be careful with that now.
Ulfgard: Fine.
Fra: For free. Uh… what’s it for?
Ulfgard: An experiment.
Fra: Ha! Crazy.
Ulfgard: I’ll go out. Go back up. Is… what’s his name? Jead? …still there?
DM: Yeah.
Ulfgard: Excuse me, Jead. I’m going to go back up. As we’re standing there, ok, I’m casting a spell. I’m going to take all the pieces of this. [holds up scraps of parchment] How’s my fatigue, by the way? How many more do I have?
DM: You are at 8, and you don’t have any minuses. You’re at 22 hit points.
Under our rules set, using magic (and prayers) fatigues you. There are no casting limits other than how much fatigue your body can take until you pass out.
Ulfgard: Ok, I’m good then. Take all these pieces. Lay them out on the ground.
DM: Ok.
Ulfgard: Hold up the piece of glass. Look through it. Take out my spellbook. Read it. Hold up the glass. Look through it. Trace parallel lines in between this and the pieces of the scroll. Say Kinma. [rolls die]
Roland: Oh, Lord.
Ulfgard: 15.
DM: Ok. Partial.
Ulfgard: Patternweave, by the way.
DM: I know what it is. [hands over an untorn parchment] You can see that for 5 minutes.
Ulfgard: I’m going to read it. Ready? Broker Kelakor, your report was received and preparations noted. It is good that the Rook shall be appeased for now. His work shall be a tool for our ends, and the time of his undoing shall be near. Can you write this down as I’m doing it?
Roland: Yeah, yeah. I think I can. I’ve got parchment and stuff.
DM: Well, I think he means real.
Ulfgard: Oh, I mean…
Roland: Oh, no.
Ulfgard: I mean your character.
Roland: Yeah, my character can write this down. Sure.
DM: If you can do it in real life, you can do it…
Roland: Dude, I have a lot more skill… [indistinct] Whoa, whoa, whoa. Give me a piece of paper.
Ulfgard: Ok, I think he’s got it. Longbeard’s got it.
Roland: Well…
Ulfgard: Brother Kelakor--
Roland: Whoa, whoa, whoa, stop. We’ll all do it.
Ulfgard: Fine, fine. Brother Kelakor--
Roland: Hold on. We have 5 minutes.
Ulfgard: Ok. Your report was received and preparations noted.
Roland: Oh wait.
Longbeard: Just go.
Ulfgard: It is good that the Rook shall be appeased for now.
Roland: Who is this Rook?
Longbeard: …appeased… for now.
Ulfgard: His work shall be a tool for our ends…
Roland: He’s such a tool.
Ulfgard: …and the time of his undoing…
Longbeard: …time… for his undoing…
Ulfgard: …shall be later.
Ulfgard: In the meanwhile…
Longbeard: …ensure your companion… well his actions…
Nepzillian: Can you write, Ulfgard? …poke a hole in the ground.
Ulfgard: He is. He’s writing it down as I read it.
Longbeard: …know what he seeks… You start there.
Ulfgard: Give me a piece of paper.
Nepzillian: That’s asking too much.
Ulfgard: Yeah, good thinking. I’ll do the bottom part.
Longbeard: Gotcha.
Nepzillian: …you guys kind of read through it together.
Ulfgard: Yeah. Good thinking. I’ll start here.
Roland: Ok. He said you’ve got 5 minutes, right?
Ulfgard: Yeah.
Longbeard: 3 now.
DM: Jead is now watching with interest. He’s now looking over your shoulder.
Nepzillian: Hey, Jead, get some more wood on that fire.
DM: He’s helping burn Ulfgard’s grandmother.
Roland: Hey, Jead? Jead?
Jead: [grunts]
Roland: Is there anything I can feed my goat with around here?
Jead: [grunts and points to grass]
Nepzillian: Thinking, "boy, is that guy dumb."
Roland: I’ll look at my goat and go [grunts and points to grass].
DM: The goat shrugs and eats.
Roland: I guess I really need to name this goat.
Ulfgard: Waitaminute, Kelakor is the head of the rangers, isn’t he? Kelakor, who’s Kelakor?
Roland: Yeah, who’s Kelakor. Tell us.
DM: Make a Memory roll and I’ll tell you.
Roland: I rolled a 25.
Nepzillian: [rolls die] I rolled a 14.
DM: Do you have Memory?
Nepzillian: Probably not. Is it in Perception?
DM: Uh, Intelligence.
Roland: Roll mine again.
DM: You get a +1. Partial. He’s the healer.
Roland: Nep, he’s the healer, right?
Ulfgard: Oh, ok. It was just spelled differently than I spelled it.
Roland: Did you say he’s the healer?
Nepzillian: He’s renting the house… [indistinct]
Nepzillian: I had a ton of chocolately chip stuff, a big piece of cake, big kiss from Ulfgard, too. I think I’m buzzing.
Melanie: Did you make it out?
Nepzillian: Oh gracious. It’s killing me.
Roland: I assume that on the map, the dark circles are the… [indistinct], is that right?
DM: Yeah.
Nepzillian: You need any more paper over there?
Longbeard: Yeah. I’ve got the last two.
DM: The spell ends.
Ulfgard: I don’t see that that’s 5 minutes. I’ve got a minute left.
Roland: What’ve you got?
Longbeard: I’ve got most of the first 2 tasks…
Ulfgard: [indistinct] I might have to--, you know, the good thing about it is that I can always do the spell again.
Roland: What exactly did you do?
DM: [rolls die] You gain 2 fatigue.
Roland: Ok, what exactly did you do?
Ulfgard: Hold on.
Longbeard: He cast a spell on the pieces, did a Patternweave.
DM: He looked through the glass at the pieces.
Roland: Ok, what did we get out of it?
Longbeard: We tried to write down what we could of the message while…
Roland: Well, I got the, “Brother Kelakor, your report is…”
Longbeard: Brother Kelakor, your report was received… uh, and partly noted.
DM: They failed to read the note to you.
Roland: Exactly.
Longbeard: His works shall be a tool for our ends. The time for his undoing shall be later. Meanwhile ensure that your companion monitors well his actions. ‘Twould be well to know what he seeks on Kedorennon.
Roland: Kedorennon? Do I know Kedorennon?
DM: What? Huh? What is it?
Roland: Perception roll.
DM: d20.
Longbeard: [still reading] The feeble princes have been removed. Yet I do not underestimate the will of the people to resist. Years of feudal patronage instilled in them a precious faith in the so-called nobility. This faith must be shown false before the people may be trained anew. With these things in mind therefore, the time for you to act has come. Your tasks are three. He’s got the first two of them written down. The last was, look to the coming of the Scarlet Banner. You shall be rewarded to a high degree when the Brotherhood is firmly planted in the soil of your region.
Roland: Get to the Duck.
Longbeard: And it was signed, Elder Brother Hammandaturian, Shepherd of the Sea Princes.
Ulfgard: Good. I’m glad you wrote that down, ‘cause I was heading for that but…
Roland: Get to the Duck.
Longbeard: When I got down to where you said you were going to start, I started from the last paragraph and went up.
Roland: Let’s get to the Duck. Let’s talk about this there. Nowhere else in this town. There are some things that I’ve found in… [indistinct]
Ulfgard: Ok. We’ll have to wait to make sure the body is…
Roland: First we’ve got to go see-- make sure your sister’s ok.
Ulfgard: I think she’s fine.
Roland: Well, I need to check.
Ulfgard: Osevelar had said.
Roland: I need to check. She has something for me.
Longbeard: Heh heh, I’ll bet you’ve got something for her, too.
Ulfgard: It’s just a little something. Yeah, a 16-year-old goat.
Roland: Hey, don’t bad-mouth the goat. You want milk, don’t you?
Longbeard: I just want that warhorse back.
Nepzillian: Yeah? How are you going to get on him?
Roland: I don’t know but we need to find someplace…
Longbeard: I’ll chop it’s head off. Let it fall to the ground.
Roland: We need to find someplace to use these cards, guys.
Nepzillian: Cut it’s legs off. Then climb on him.
Roland: We’ve got an hour and a half. We need to use these cards.
Longbeard: I was pretty damn close to using a Skilful Attack roll at the old broad. I thought I was going to need it.
Ulfgard: Well, I’ll tell you what. The windmill is our next destination.
Roland: We need to go there.
Nepzillian: Well, we need to figure out what’s in that one side of the house, too.
Longbeard: Yeah. We need to do that first.
Roland: We need to discuss some things… have some daylight, let’s go to the Duck when there’s not a whole lot of people there.
Longbeard: Can we locate maybe a ladder or something to…
Roland: Ladder?
Nepzillian: I’ll just throw him up, just throw him up there.
Roland: How about a rope?
Longbeard: Ok, yeah. [with sarcasm] A rope would be much easier than a ladder. That’s why anybody who wants to…
Roland: Ladders are noisy and you’ve got to haul it over there so that people can see--
Longbeard: What, are you going to find a fibreglass ladder?
Roland: I’m just saying, people will see it.
Longbeard: We’re going at night.
Roland: If I can get up there--
Longbeard: They’re not going to see a rope? They’re not going to see a bard shimmying up the side of the building on a rope?
Roland: Maybe not.
Longbeard: That looks a little more suspicious to me than somebody climbing up a ladder.
Roland: We’re going to go to the Duck.
Longbeard: [indistinct]
Roland: Well, you know, in the day time it gets hot. We’re going to go to the Duck. Let’s go to the Duck.
Ulfgard: That’s funny.
Roland: There shouldn’t be a whole lot of people in the Duck yet.
DM: Jead stops you guys as soon as you get through the tunnel.
Ulfgard: Yeah?
DM: He points over to a little cart, and on there are a couple of anchors and some chains and some fishing weights and a few other things.
Jead: Lead. Lead for the Baron.
Roland: Do we need to take it to the smithy?
Jead: Baron says lead.
Ulfgard: He says what?
Roland: Baron says lead.
Jead: Lead.
Roland: You need to take it to your dad?
DM: He shrugs his shoulders and he picks up the cart and keeps going.
Longbeard: Lead to the Baron?
Ulfgard: Are the-- are the chains made of lead?
DM: Everything on that cart is lead.
Ulfgard: Lead…
Roland: Are we supposed to take it to your dad’s?
Ulfgard: Jead! Where are you going?
Jead: Baron. [points]
Roland: Does the Baron want the lead?
Ulfgard: Where does he point to?
DM: North.
Roland: Does the Baron want the lead?
Jead: Mmm.
Roland: Who told you to-- who told you to tell us to take it to him?
Jead: No. I.
Longbeard/Nepzillian: You’re taking it?
Longbeard: You’re taking the lead to the Baron.
Jead: [grunts]
Roland: And we’re going to escort it?
Longbeard: How long have you been taking lead to the Baron?
Jead: Lead. No.
DM: He picks up his cart and goes.
Ulfgard: Why in the heck would the Baron want lead?
Roland: Let’s go see your sister real quick.
DM: To your knowledge, the Baron is-- was up at Monmurg.
Roland: Yeah, I was going to say, the Baron’s not even there. Remember?
Ulfgard: I know, but still…
Roland: Let’s go over to see your sister real quick, and we’ll discuss it.
Nepzillian: Does he give us some stupid [indistinct]?
Roland: I’m going to go to there.
DM: Ok.
Ulfgard: I didn’t get that one, unless of course…
Longbeard: Somebody’s using the lead for something.
Ulfgard: Yeah, the only thing I can think of is maybe like some kind of alchemical…
Longbeard: Some kind of alchemical…
Ulfgard: …electrical… I don’t know.
Nepzillian: Gracious.
DM: Ok, it’s about 2, and there’s a few people in there.
Roland: In where?
DM: In the bar.
Roland: No, I’m going to the smithy first.
DM: Ok, the smithy is…
Roland: There’s something out of this that I want a copy of, too, eventually. [holds up the Merrimaid's logbook] The song. Is this song that’s in this-- do I recognize that song?
DM: You’re going to have to make a… some sort of Lore roll.
Roland: What kind of Lore? I have many.
DM: It’s going to be [indistinct].
Roland: [rolls die] 7.
DM: No, you’re not sure.
Roland: Ok.
DM: You’ve never really heard it.
Roland: But I am going to write it down.
DM: Ok.
Roland: Anway, I’m going to go to the smithy.
DM: Ok.
Roland: And knock on the door. Can I go on in?
DM: Are you all going?
Roland: Ulfgard?
Ulfgard: Yep.
Roland: Yeah, let’s go in.
DM: Ok, Osevelar’s there. He stops what he’s doing.
Osevelar: [upbeat] Ah, you are back! [suddenly sad] Oh, right. You’re back.
Roland: We’ve come to see if your-- is she his sister?
DM: Wyndifru?
Ulfgard: Wyndifru.
Roland: Yeah, we’ve come to see if Wyndifru-- how she’s doing.
Ulfgard's sister had an allergic reaction to the sting of a giant bee a few days earlier. It's a rather involved story, so I won't go into all the details here unless someone really wants to know...
Ose: Hmm, well, I don’t know. You are welcome to check on her.
Roland: Thank you! Thank you very much. I’ll go.
Longbeard: Got any food?
DM: He points to the main part of the house.
Roland: Hey, while I’m gone, ask him about lead-- er, the Baron needing lead.
DM: Ok, where are you going?
Roland: I’m going to go into the house somewhere.
DM: [to Ulf] Ok, he’s wandering around your house.
Roland: I’m going to just keep looking in doors until I find her.
DM: …taking things.
Ulfgard: I’ll lead him to Wyndifru.
Roland: You don’t worry about it. You just stay here and ask him about the lead. I’ll find her. I’m not going to take anything.
Ulfgard: Alright.
Roland: I’ll go in and look until I find her.
DM: Ok… her room is upstairs.
Roland: Ok.
DM: She’s lying in bed.
Roland: I’ll knock on the door.
DM: Ok, you open it a little bit. She’s lying there.
Roland: Is she awake?
DM: Yeah.
Roland: My lady?
DM: She lifts her head a little bit. Her neck is swollen right here.
Roland: I say, you’re looking better.
DM: She has a faint smile.
Roland: Not quite as pretty as when I first saw you, but the beauty is still there. I trust that they’re taking care of you? Who’s taking care of you?
TO BE CONTINUED
SESSION 5 : PART 8
Summary of this part: Ulfgard uses magic to make sense of the torn scraps found in Kelakor’s rooms. Jead (the village lamplighter), pulling a handcart filled with objects of lead, watches. The heroes learn from him that the Baron is collecting lead. Roland visits Ulfgard’s sister.
Ulfgard: Great. Go in. I’ll just open the door and walk in.
Nepzillian: We don’t knock any more.
Roland: That’s right.
DM: There’s a guy there. He’s blowing a bottle.
Ulfgard: What’s his name?
DM: His name is…
Ulfgard: I figure I probably know.
DM: …Fraoth.
Ulfgard: Fraoth!
DM: He stops.
Fraoth: Yes?
Ulfgard: Greetings.
Fra: Aye.
Ulfgard: I need a small piece of glass, almost a disc, a clear piece.
Fra: Ah… um… bottom of a bottle?
Ulfgard: Very well then, if I may.
DM: He hands you a broken one.
Ulfgard: Ok, it’s not--
DM: It’s got rough edges.
Fra: Be careful with that now.
Ulfgard: Fine.
Fra: For free. Uh… what’s it for?
Ulfgard: An experiment.
Fra: Ha! Crazy.
Ulfgard: I’ll go out. Go back up. Is… what’s his name? Jead? …still there?
DM: Yeah.
Ulfgard: Excuse me, Jead. I’m going to go back up. As we’re standing there, ok, I’m casting a spell. I’m going to take all the pieces of this. [holds up scraps of parchment] How’s my fatigue, by the way? How many more do I have?
DM: You are at 8, and you don’t have any minuses. You’re at 22 hit points.
Under our rules set, using magic (and prayers) fatigues you. There are no casting limits other than how much fatigue your body can take until you pass out.
Ulfgard: Ok, I’m good then. Take all these pieces. Lay them out on the ground.
DM: Ok.
Ulfgard: Hold up the piece of glass. Look through it. Take out my spellbook. Read it. Hold up the glass. Look through it. Trace parallel lines in between this and the pieces of the scroll. Say Kinma. [rolls die]
Roland: Oh, Lord.
Ulfgard: 15.
DM: Ok. Partial.
Ulfgard: Patternweave, by the way.
DM: I know what it is. [hands over an untorn parchment] You can see that for 5 minutes.
Ulfgard: I’m going to read it. Ready? Broker Kelakor, your report was received and preparations noted. It is good that the Rook shall be appeased for now. His work shall be a tool for our ends, and the time of his undoing shall be near. Can you write this down as I’m doing it?
Roland: Yeah, yeah. I think I can. I’ve got parchment and stuff.
DM: Well, I think he means real.
Ulfgard: Oh, I mean…
Roland: Oh, no.
Ulfgard: I mean your character.
Roland: Yeah, my character can write this down. Sure.
DM: If you can do it in real life, you can do it…
Roland: Dude, I have a lot more skill… [indistinct] Whoa, whoa, whoa. Give me a piece of paper.
Ulfgard: Ok, I think he’s got it. Longbeard’s got it.
Roland: Well…
Ulfgard: Brother Kelakor--
Roland: Whoa, whoa, whoa, stop. We’ll all do it.
Ulfgard: Fine, fine. Brother Kelakor--
Roland: Hold on. We have 5 minutes.
Ulfgard: Ok. Your report was received and preparations noted.
Roland: Oh wait.
Longbeard: Just go.
Ulfgard: It is good that the Rook shall be appeased for now.
Roland: Who is this Rook?
Longbeard: …appeased… for now.
Ulfgard: His work shall be a tool for our ends…
Roland: He’s such a tool.
Ulfgard: …and the time of his undoing…
Longbeard: …time… for his undoing…
Ulfgard: …shall be later.
Ulfgard: In the meanwhile…
Longbeard: …ensure your companion… well his actions…
Nepzillian: Can you write, Ulfgard? …poke a hole in the ground.
Ulfgard: He is. He’s writing it down as I read it.
Longbeard: …know what he seeks… You start there.
Ulfgard: Give me a piece of paper.
Nepzillian: That’s asking too much.
Ulfgard: Yeah, good thinking. I’ll do the bottom part.
Longbeard: Gotcha.
Nepzillian: …you guys kind of read through it together.
Ulfgard: Yeah. Good thinking. I’ll start here.
Roland: Ok. He said you’ve got 5 minutes, right?
Ulfgard: Yeah.
Longbeard: 3 now.
DM: Jead is now watching with interest. He’s now looking over your shoulder.
Nepzillian: Hey, Jead, get some more wood on that fire.
DM: He’s helping burn Ulfgard’s grandmother.
Roland: Hey, Jead? Jead?
Jead: [grunts]
Roland: Is there anything I can feed my goat with around here?
Jead: [grunts and points to grass]
Nepzillian: Thinking, "boy, is that guy dumb."
Roland: I’ll look at my goat and go [grunts and points to grass].
DM: The goat shrugs and eats.
Roland: I guess I really need to name this goat.
Ulfgard: Waitaminute, Kelakor is the head of the rangers, isn’t he? Kelakor, who’s Kelakor?
Roland: Yeah, who’s Kelakor. Tell us.
DM: Make a Memory roll and I’ll tell you.
Roland: I rolled a 25.
Nepzillian: [rolls die] I rolled a 14.
DM: Do you have Memory?
Nepzillian: Probably not. Is it in Perception?
DM: Uh, Intelligence.
Roland: Roll mine again.
DM: You get a +1. Partial. He’s the healer.
Roland: Nep, he’s the healer, right?
Ulfgard: Oh, ok. It was just spelled differently than I spelled it.
Roland: Did you say he’s the healer?
Nepzillian: He’s renting the house… [indistinct]
Nepzillian: I had a ton of chocolately chip stuff, a big piece of cake, big kiss from Ulfgard, too. I think I’m buzzing.
Melanie: Did you make it out?
Nepzillian: Oh gracious. It’s killing me.
Roland: I assume that on the map, the dark circles are the… [indistinct], is that right?
DM: Yeah.
Nepzillian: You need any more paper over there?
Longbeard: Yeah. I’ve got the last two.
DM: The spell ends.
Ulfgard: I don’t see that that’s 5 minutes. I’ve got a minute left.
Roland: What’ve you got?
Longbeard: I’ve got most of the first 2 tasks…
Ulfgard: [indistinct] I might have to--, you know, the good thing about it is that I can always do the spell again.
Roland: What exactly did you do?
DM: [rolls die] You gain 2 fatigue.
Roland: Ok, what exactly did you do?
Ulfgard: Hold on.
Longbeard: He cast a spell on the pieces, did a Patternweave.
DM: He looked through the glass at the pieces.
Roland: Ok, what did we get out of it?
Longbeard: We tried to write down what we could of the message while…
Roland: Well, I got the, “Brother Kelakor, your report is…”
Longbeard: Brother Kelakor, your report was received… uh, and partly noted.
DM: They failed to read the note to you.
Roland: Exactly.
Longbeard: His works shall be a tool for our ends. The time for his undoing shall be later. Meanwhile ensure that your companion monitors well his actions. ‘Twould be well to know what he seeks on Kedorennon.
Roland: Kedorennon? Do I know Kedorennon?
DM: What? Huh? What is it?
Roland: Perception roll.
DM: d20.
Longbeard: [still reading] The feeble princes have been removed. Yet I do not underestimate the will of the people to resist. Years of feudal patronage instilled in them a precious faith in the so-called nobility. This faith must be shown false before the people may be trained anew. With these things in mind therefore, the time for you to act has come. Your tasks are three. He’s got the first two of them written down. The last was, look to the coming of the Scarlet Banner. You shall be rewarded to a high degree when the Brotherhood is firmly planted in the soil of your region.
Roland: Get to the Duck.
Longbeard: And it was signed, Elder Brother Hammandaturian, Shepherd of the Sea Princes.
Ulfgard: Good. I’m glad you wrote that down, ‘cause I was heading for that but…
Roland: Get to the Duck.
Longbeard: When I got down to where you said you were going to start, I started from the last paragraph and went up.
Roland: Let’s get to the Duck. Let’s talk about this there. Nowhere else in this town. There are some things that I’ve found in… [indistinct]
Ulfgard: Ok. We’ll have to wait to make sure the body is…
Roland: First we’ve got to go see-- make sure your sister’s ok.
Ulfgard: I think she’s fine.
Roland: Well, I need to check.
Ulfgard: Osevelar had said.
Roland: I need to check. She has something for me.
Longbeard: Heh heh, I’ll bet you’ve got something for her, too.
Ulfgard: It’s just a little something. Yeah, a 16-year-old goat.
Roland: Hey, don’t bad-mouth the goat. You want milk, don’t you?
Longbeard: I just want that warhorse back.
Nepzillian: Yeah? How are you going to get on him?
Roland: I don’t know but we need to find someplace…
Longbeard: I’ll chop it’s head off. Let it fall to the ground.
Roland: We need to find someplace to use these cards, guys.
Nepzillian: Cut it’s legs off. Then climb on him.
Roland: We’ve got an hour and a half. We need to use these cards.
Longbeard: I was pretty damn close to using a Skilful Attack roll at the old broad. I thought I was going to need it.
Ulfgard: Well, I’ll tell you what. The windmill is our next destination.
Roland: We need to go there.
Nepzillian: Well, we need to figure out what’s in that one side of the house, too.
Longbeard: Yeah. We need to do that first.
Roland: We need to discuss some things… have some daylight, let’s go to the Duck when there’s not a whole lot of people there.
Longbeard: Can we locate maybe a ladder or something to…
Roland: Ladder?
Nepzillian: I’ll just throw him up, just throw him up there.
Roland: How about a rope?
Longbeard: Ok, yeah. [with sarcasm] A rope would be much easier than a ladder. That’s why anybody who wants to…
Roland: Ladders are noisy and you’ve got to haul it over there so that people can see--
Longbeard: What, are you going to find a fibreglass ladder?
Roland: I’m just saying, people will see it.
Longbeard: We’re going at night.
Roland: If I can get up there--
Longbeard: They’re not going to see a rope? They’re not going to see a bard shimmying up the side of the building on a rope?
Roland: Maybe not.
Longbeard: That looks a little more suspicious to me than somebody climbing up a ladder.
Roland: We’re going to go to the Duck.
Longbeard: [indistinct]
Roland: Well, you know, in the day time it gets hot. We’re going to go to the Duck. Let’s go to the Duck.
Ulfgard: That’s funny.
Roland: There shouldn’t be a whole lot of people in the Duck yet.
DM: Jead stops you guys as soon as you get through the tunnel.
Ulfgard: Yeah?
DM: He points over to a little cart, and on there are a couple of anchors and some chains and some fishing weights and a few other things.
Jead: Lead. Lead for the Baron.
Roland: Do we need to take it to the smithy?
Jead: Baron says lead.
Ulfgard: He says what?
Roland: Baron says lead.
Jead: Lead.
Roland: You need to take it to your dad?
DM: He shrugs his shoulders and he picks up the cart and keeps going.
Longbeard: Lead to the Baron?
Ulfgard: Are the-- are the chains made of lead?
DM: Everything on that cart is lead.
Ulfgard: Lead…
Roland: Are we supposed to take it to your dad’s?
Ulfgard: Jead! Where are you going?
Jead: Baron. [points]
Roland: Does the Baron want the lead?
Ulfgard: Where does he point to?
DM: North.
Roland: Does the Baron want the lead?
Jead: Mmm.
Roland: Who told you to-- who told you to tell us to take it to him?
Jead: No. I.
Longbeard/Nepzillian: You’re taking it?
Longbeard: You’re taking the lead to the Baron.
Jead: [grunts]
Roland: And we’re going to escort it?
Longbeard: How long have you been taking lead to the Baron?
Jead: Lead. No.
DM: He picks up his cart and goes.
Ulfgard: Why in the heck would the Baron want lead?
Roland: Let’s go see your sister real quick.
DM: To your knowledge, the Baron is-- was up at Monmurg.
Roland: Yeah, I was going to say, the Baron’s not even there. Remember?
Ulfgard: I know, but still…
Roland: Let’s go over to see your sister real quick, and we’ll discuss it.
Nepzillian: Does he give us some stupid [indistinct]?
Roland: I’m going to go to there.
DM: Ok.
Ulfgard: I didn’t get that one, unless of course…
Longbeard: Somebody’s using the lead for something.
Ulfgard: Yeah, the only thing I can think of is maybe like some kind of alchemical…
Longbeard: Some kind of alchemical…
Ulfgard: …electrical… I don’t know.
Nepzillian: Gracious.
DM: Ok, it’s about 2, and there’s a few people in there.
Roland: In where?
DM: In the bar.
Roland: No, I’m going to the smithy first.
DM: Ok, the smithy is…
Roland: There’s something out of this that I want a copy of, too, eventually. [holds up the Merrimaid's logbook] The song. Is this song that’s in this-- do I recognize that song?
DM: You’re going to have to make a… some sort of Lore roll.
Roland: What kind of Lore? I have many.
DM: It’s going to be [indistinct].
Roland: [rolls die] 7.
DM: No, you’re not sure.
Roland: Ok.
DM: You’ve never really heard it.
Roland: But I am going to write it down.
DM: Ok.
Roland: Anway, I’m going to go to the smithy.
DM: Ok.
Roland: And knock on the door. Can I go on in?
DM: Are you all going?
Roland: Ulfgard?
Ulfgard: Yep.
Roland: Yeah, let’s go in.
DM: Ok, Osevelar’s there. He stops what he’s doing.
Osevelar: [upbeat] Ah, you are back! [suddenly sad] Oh, right. You’re back.
Roland: We’ve come to see if your-- is she his sister?
DM: Wyndifru?
Ulfgard: Wyndifru.
Roland: Yeah, we’ve come to see if Wyndifru-- how she’s doing.
Ulfgard's sister had an allergic reaction to the sting of a giant bee a few days earlier. It's a rather involved story, so I won't go into all the details here unless someone really wants to know...
Ose: Hmm, well, I don’t know. You are welcome to check on her.
Roland: Thank you! Thank you very much. I’ll go.
Longbeard: Got any food?
DM: He points to the main part of the house.
Roland: Hey, while I’m gone, ask him about lead-- er, the Baron needing lead.
DM: Ok, where are you going?
Roland: I’m going to go into the house somewhere.
DM: [to Ulf] Ok, he’s wandering around your house.
Roland: I’m going to just keep looking in doors until I find her.
DM: …taking things.
Ulfgard: I’ll lead him to Wyndifru.
Roland: You don’t worry about it. You just stay here and ask him about the lead. I’ll find her. I’m not going to take anything.
Ulfgard: Alright.
Roland: I’ll go in and look until I find her.
DM: Ok… her room is upstairs.
Roland: Ok.
DM: She’s lying in bed.
Roland: I’ll knock on the door.
DM: Ok, you open it a little bit. She’s lying there.
Roland: Is she awake?
DM: Yeah.
Roland: My lady?
DM: She lifts her head a little bit. Her neck is swollen right here.
Roland: I say, you’re looking better.
DM: She has a faint smile.
Roland: Not quite as pretty as when I first saw you, but the beauty is still there. I trust that they’re taking care of you? Who’s taking care of you?
TO BE CONTINUED
