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

Scrag stares at the new woman, trying to figure out why she triggered a thought and what that thought was.

To everyone else, it simply seems that he is staring at her blankly.
 

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Roderic looks curiously at the newcomer, who seemed to go blank for a moment, before answering the woman. "Alas, lady, I am no priest... should you need spiritual guidance, either the Holy Father" he gestures to the priest "or my friend Brother Grok" he points to the half-orc "can help you. I am trained as a warrior. But I should be flattered that I look more like a healer than a slayer." His hazel-green eyes glitter with humor.

"Oooh how foolish of me! Ha ha ha! Sorry for my mistake young warrior.." she replies with a tinkling voice.

"May I ask who it is you seek?"

"hey, you curious boy!!.. tss tss.. I hardly know you and besides I heard more pressing matters, about this place, rumours of strange deaths or murders.. do you know more?.."

Grok rolls his eyes as more people continue to show up. When Roderic explains that he is not a priest the half-orc nods. "Yes. He holy warrior, Grok priest. And Grok still ready to go."

Not knowing if he just insinuated that the lady should go with them or not, he ensures clarification. "Grok not mean you go. Pretty lady stay here, not get hurt."

Rosalia's tone is a bit more neutral when she replies to Grok: "Hello Grok. Thanks for the clarification.. and your concern, but actually I can fend for myself.. As I said I heard rumours and I came to this.. lovely village to provide my support."
 

Scrag's musing and staring apparently produces a result as he suddenly jumps up and, without a word, heads to his room in the back of the temple.

[sblock=In Scrag's Room (possibly for DM's eyes only if DM says so)]Once there, Scrag retrieves the scroll case and opens it there, away from the eyes of the others[/sblock]
 

"Jakobee Cyr." The dusky skinned man says as he smiles and gives Rosalia a courtly bow. "And I will help out. It sounds like a curse is upon the land" A small smile crosses his face. "and it is within my blood to fight such evils."


ooc [sblock]Any planar or religious knowledge lore on similar mutated animals? Demon warpings? Chaos gods? Far Realms?[/sblock]

OOC: Everyone can make a Planar or Religion knowledge check here.

John
The more he stares at it, the more sure John is that the pole supporting the sunburst has in fact a glossy black finish rather than simple wood. It is hard to see however, as though he can only really see it out of the corner of his eye just before he looses sight turning his head.
Everyone
The priest senses the agitation in the room. "Well, I suppose you folks want to get on with your respective buisness. For those of you looking to go ogre-thumping, I can point out where a good place to start looking is." To those who show interest, the old priest points out the large bay window designed to maximize the glory of Pelor's brilliance in the church. He gives directions similar to those given by the town farrier to Thrindar. "Pelor has truly blessed us this day, with so many souls willing to confront evil on our behalf. I had been keeping these for emergencies, but by His will I think you should have them if your forthcoming victory is less than perfect." The old priest goes to a small locked box on a shelf in his office and removes some small item. He returns and hands five tiny wafers to Grok. "These are blessed by Pelor. The one with colored sprinkles on it will restore your body and mind, while the others will close your wounds. Share them as you see fit. Pelor be with you."
 



Roderic shakes his head at the woman's evasive answer. How is one to help if she will not speak? But that is her personal business. He turns to hear the priest's instructions. "Thank you, holy father. Grok, I am with you. Time to go find this ogre and its evil henchmonsters."
 

"I personally don't think the ogre is the problem, neither the kobolds. With many things happening out there, it will probably be something pulling strings from behind the curtain. Although killing ogres is not a task I disgust, it could prove more efficiently to search for causes rather than run directly to battle." the blunt man points out. "It's just a suggestion"
 

Grok looks at the lady unsure what to think of the pretty one who was slight of build and in a very odd looking hat. He was very sure though that she was not going to be able to take care of herself and decided that he was going to need Pelor's help in protecting her in the future.

He took the items from the priest and nodded his understanding. He looks at Roderic and answers his request with somewhat of an mischevious smile.

As he turns and begins to head towards the door, he stops and looks back to the priest. "You say troll come with us?"

OOC:
Forgot religion roll.

1d20-2=16
 

"... "I am very sorry. I interrupted at least one conversation here." Holy father," he addresses the priest that answered his question," I wish to speak further, when there is a spare moment."

... contemplating the vision of his grandfather fighting an ancient evil ...

OOC: was ther to be a response to my request to speak to the priest alone? also, what was the name of his grandfather?[/ooc
 

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