What Adventure Awaits?
Mark Chance
Boingy! Boingy!
Vitor claps Kaer on the shoulder. The guard shakes his head. "Nothing good, my friend. Nothing good. All sorts of trouble with animals. Since yesterday, we've lost nearly every horse in the garrison's stables. Four of us were attacked by the steeds, but thank the gods no one was killed." Vitor pauses, shaking his head again. "Heard you folks had trouble at your camp as well."
Aldern Foxglove
First Post
"Yes indeed, most distressing, we were hoping someone here might have an inkling of the cause?" Zantlaus injects.
Mark Chance
Boingy! Boingy!
Vitor shakes his head, whistling through his teeth. "That's rough. It's also got to be for business for you. I know your animals are one of the big attractions for a lot of people around here. As for who got inklings, I'm not sure. I've heard the monks are quite concerned, and I'd be surprised if they're not trying to figure out what's going on. The Sheriff has issued orders for us to keep an eye out for strange animal behavior. Sort of a standing kill-on-sight order."
The young guard looks a bit sad.
"It's just not right, whatever it is that's going on."
Kaer Fegavas, human barbarian
"You've the right of it, I'm afraid," Kaer says. "We've lost a fair pile of acts to this, so we got a mite at stake in figuring out the cause. Sad as it is, Sheriff's rule ain't such a bad one; our animals turned awful quick, not much time to catch 'em and cage 'em.
"Sounds like the monks might be our first stop," Kaer says. Assuming his companions have nothing else to ask, he bids the guard a good day and joins the others in entering the town.
"With folks so antsy over odd animals, might do to keep Rupert out of sight while we're in town, yes?" the barbarian whispers to Zantlaus once they're out of earshot of the guard.
"You've the right of it, I'm afraid," Kaer says. "We've lost a fair pile of acts to this, so we got a mite at stake in figuring out the cause. Sad as it is, Sheriff's rule ain't such a bad one; our animals turned awful quick, not much time to catch 'em and cage 'em.
"Sounds like the monks might be our first stop," Kaer says. Assuming his companions have nothing else to ask, he bids the guard a good day and joins the others in entering the town.
"With folks so antsy over odd animals, might do to keep Rupert out of sight while we're in town, yes?" the barbarian whispers to Zantlaus once they're out of earshot of the guard.
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Scott DeWar
Prof. Emeritus-Supernatural Events/Countermeasure
Whispering to the wizard Berm says, "Not to mention they may have poor aim and miss the ferrit and hit you instead."
Aldern Foxglove
First Post
Zantalus merely nods, Rupert vanishing into the folds of his robes - knowing how to understand common and being nobodies fool.
Mark Chance
Boingy! Boingy!
The four carnies -- Berm, Kaer, Zantalus, and Crusher -- leave the gatehouse behind. Vitor wishes them luck as they depart.
The road leads directly into the market square, which is noticeably subdued. Most mornings, merchants, both local and traveling, set up temporary stalls around the square to hawk their wares. This morning, few stalls are up, and the merchants nearly outnumber the potential customers.
"Quality leather goods!" one trader says, holding up a belt. "Straight from Meir herself! Northern capital leather!"
"Good luck charms!" another says, brandishing a twisted bit of metal. "Protect yourself from animals!"
On the other side of the market square stands the Temple of Lacador. Before the temple's soaring facade stand the monks' market stalls where fresh vegetables and breads from the monastery on the other side of Gragmoor River can be purchased. Several dwarves and halflings man the stalls, their light green and blue robes clearly identifying their status as Lacadoran monks.
The high-arching double doors leading into the temple stand open. As the group approaches, faint singing drifts from the temple into the marketsquare.
The road leads directly into the market square, which is noticeably subdued. Most mornings, merchants, both local and traveling, set up temporary stalls around the square to hawk their wares. This morning, few stalls are up, and the merchants nearly outnumber the potential customers.
"Quality leather goods!" one trader says, holding up a belt. "Straight from Meir herself! Northern capital leather!"
"Good luck charms!" another says, brandishing a twisted bit of metal. "Protect yourself from animals!"
On the other side of the market square stands the Temple of Lacador. Before the temple's soaring facade stand the monks' market stalls where fresh vegetables and breads from the monastery on the other side of Gragmoor River can be purchased. Several dwarves and halflings man the stalls, their light green and blue robes clearly identifying their status as Lacadoran monks.
The high-arching double doors leading into the temple stand open. As the group approaches, faint singing drifts from the temple into the marketsquare.
Scott DeWar
Prof. Emeritus-Supernatural Events/Countermeasure
"It sounds like they are busy in there. os this a good time to disturb them?"
