Yttermayn's "Saga of the Dragon Cult" (IC)

John
When John grasps the staff, his hands naturally find the best grip and balance locations on the shaft. At those spots, it is eerily warm to the touch as though it had just been held by another set of hands. In Johns hands, the staff feels as though it has been in his possession for longer than his own lifetime. The head of the staff appears to be an exquisitely complicated carving of a flower blossom that is closed. A faint bluish glow can be seen inside the tiny pinhole at the end where the petals come together. The priest has a stunned expression on his face and simply nods to John as he leaves.
At the Inn
"Of course, Sir." is what Roderic and Rosalia hear the innkeeper say to John as they come in. The innkeeper turns to the new arrivals in the doorway after John enters his room. "I don't suppose there's anything I can do for you, with everyone being in a hurry?" he says hopefully. He is a stout man in plain drab clothes. The inside of the inn is clean, sturdy and very functional, but obviously has not seen a woman's touch in a very long time if ever. At Grok's mentioning of ale, the innkeeper hustles doubletime to pull a draught for him and delivers it. It is very heady and the foam flows over the edge of the large, cold-sweated ceramic mug in a truly picturesque fashion. One would suspect the innkeeper has practiced such a delivery many times in the past. If the inkeeper noticed Grok's race, he made no indication of it.
 

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Rosalia enters the inn and stops to check the patronage and be seen. She then walks to the bar, removing her hat and letting her brown-red hair flow freely.

As Grok orders a beer, she runs her index finger on the bar counter, checks her finger and says to the innkeeper with an air of satisfaction: "Clean.. nice and clean establishment you have there Mister.. I'll have a cider please.."

She pauses then leans forward over the counter and whispers to the innkeeper: "Tell me my good sir, could you tell my friend and I a little bit about the recent events that have cause such grief to your community?"
She continues: "You see most visitors, the like of us. Did you notice anyone particular in the last months? Some stranger?"
 



"Sadly, there really haven't been many strangers in town. The ogre and his ilk have seen to that. What little word I do get is that the merchants who would normally travel through Hadler's Gap are afraid to, and go a much longer route to bypass us. Self sufficient as we are, we still have come to depend on travelers to keep the village refreshed. Particularly my own buisness. Aside from the occasional local husband in the doghouse, I got nothin'." Let me get you that cider, miss." he seems to remember suddenly that she actually ordered something. He returns a minute later with a mug of clear amber liquid. "My own brew, I call it AppleJack." he says with obvious pride. "If you want it hot, it'll take a bit though."
"Ahh, but you asked about recent events. I can't say as I'd know much more than anybody else here. The brutal murder of travelers. Some pretty messed up animals in the woods. Everyone thinks it's the ogre, and they are probably partially right. I ain't never heard of no ogre making tentacles grow out of a deers eyes or anything like that, though. Be carefull, something else is going on besides an over aggressive ogre. He's probably just another symptom of something worse."
 

Thrindar : Male Dwarf Wizard (Evoker) 1

As the others continued to chat, Thrindar had sat down and dozed off. So, when they had headed out he had totally missed it. The dwarf awakes to Toby sitting on his lap pawing his nose. "Wha..." He looks around. "They left? They left without us? Why didn't you wake me up quicker?" The squat man rises, checks his equipment and heads out the doorway with Toby trailing behind. Scanning the area he spots the others heading toward the inn. "Great! So they aren't going directly to the cave? Let's catchup to them and see what is up." The dwarf and feline head toward the inn.
 

John looks to the priest of pelor and says, "by oyur leave holieness" and if not detained with any further questions he exits and heads to the Inn not too far behind rosie.

to the Inn keeper he says ," It looks there to be many who have clled of the gods to gather this day to defeat this menace good sir. I fear a meal is to be waited upon for now as there are many who fear that there will be no spoils and want to get this expedition on the road in great hase. I am sorry that i will miss out on a hearty meal this day." He then bows and heads to his room to retrieve the rest of his traveling items.

Jakobee joins John as he heads to the inn then returns. He resumes his inquiry about the staff. "It is quite the intriguing relic there. The blue glow there seems to respond to your grasp. You are a tanner's son you said? Would you mind if I see how it reacts to my hand?"
 

"Sadly, there really haven't been many strangers in town. The ogre and his ilk have seen to that. What little word I do get is that the merchants who would normally travel through Hadler's Gap are afraid to, and go a much longer route to bypass us. Self sufficient as we are, we still have come to depend on travelers to keep the village refreshed. Particularly my own buisness. Aside from the occasional local husband in the doghouse, I got nothin'." Let me get you that cider, miss." he seems to remember suddenly that she actually ordered something. He returns a minute later with a mug of clear amber liquid. "My own brew, I call it AppleJack." he says with obvious pride. "If you want it hot, it'll take a bit though."
"Ahh, but you asked about recent events. I can't say as I'd know much more than anybody else here. The brutal murder of travelers. Some pretty messed up animals in the woods. Everyone thinks it's the ogre, and they are probably partially right. I ain't never heard of no ogre making tentacles grow out of a deers eyes or anything like that, though. Be carefull, something else is going on besides an over aggressive ogre. He's probably just another symptom of something worse."

OOC: if you want I roll gather info or Diplo or sense motive.

Rosalia makes sure that she gets a good description of the events and more importantly where they took place. She then tries to find out about the local personalities - the odds ones or the leaders of opinion. She will then thank the barkeeper and join the rest of the group at a table to discuss her findings and decide what to do.
 

John smiles at jakobee and says, "Yes i do mind" then enters the Inn and retrievs his belongings in his room. he then returns to the innkeep, notices how he is in conversation and stands waiting in patient silence, staff in hand.
 

Grok watches and listens, not wanting to interject anything while so many good questions were asked. Instead, he nodded in the direction of the bar keep and when the man came over, he stated simply, "Grok want food. Meat, only little cooked. Stew ok if no meat."

He then eats hungrily again as if he didn't have anything at the temple. He continues to listen to the others and any information that they are able to gather.
 

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