Immersive Ink

doctorx wrote:
"Very well," says Josiane with a decisive nod of her head.

She will seek out Albert and attempt to learn the location of the town cemetery. If successful in this she will turn to the assembled guzzling adventurers.

"Gentlemen, if you will excuse my comrade and I? We shall return before sunset, the Saint willing."

She turns on her heel, touches the symbol of Thuul around her neck and loosens her sword in its scabbard.

"We go to pay our respects to the dead."

waysoftheearth wrote:
The Plough and Furrow Common Room

The common room at The Plough is a busy gaggle of common folk, farm hands mostly, tucking into soup, bread, and cheese and a good deal of chatter.

The fact that Albert has a new kind of clientele -- a troop of mercenaries and adventurers who seem pretty easy with their coin -- has not escaped anyone's notice. But they seems mostly honest folk, mostly, so what harm could it do?

Now that almost everyone is back, it seems to be the right time for some lunch, and to discuss plans for the afternoon.

Apparently Wibert is still at the Temple of Thuul (ensuring the Deacon does not skip town with his precious dagger), Gustave is getting measured up for a suit of plate armour, and Percy seems to have gone missing.

Dieter intends to get cleaned.

Ulric and Highbough intend to visit the Concourse Library.

Josiane and Dorgan intend to visit the cemetery (which Josiane has learned is located on the far side of the Temple of Thuul). Does anybody else wish to accompany this pair?

Meanwhile, the fellowship has a box of 1,800 sp. How do you wish to divide this coin and the accompanying XP?

eris wrote:
Well, if everyone is running off on errands, Olaf will stay with the box of coins at the inn and enjoy his lunch.

When he gets a chance Olaf gets the innkeeper aside, "Albert, we do enjoy your company, but I think the lot of us are going to be staying in town for a few days. We'd like to take lodgings of a less temporary nature. You're cellar was big enough for all of us last night, but not the most comfortable. Do you have any suggestions?"

heartless wrote:

waysoftheearth wrote:Ulric and Wibert

danhem wrote: Ulric leaves and returns to the Temple of Thuul to meet Pelenwin where he will hand over the brandy and the magic items.

(OOC: Danhem has pm'd me a change in Ulric's intention.)

Ulric leaves Wibert with the dagger and the bottle of Brandy to give to Pelenwin, and thus the Deacon, at the Temple of Thuul.

He then trots across town toward the Trader's Concourse with the spear and potion in order to research these items himself...

Wibert full of pride to be trusted with such important items, secures them and makes his way carefully back to the temple drawing what little attension he can.

In a closed area Wibert will hand over to Pelenwin the magically items to identify, along with the Brandy.

"I tell you Pelenwin this brandy was from the top self and it must be good, your Deacon will enjoy it I'm sure." He reaches into his pocket and looks around to make sure they are alone. [img]images/smiley/wink.png[/img] "For all your troubles here is some coin for yourself to aid you in your studies, and in thanks in aiding us", says Wibert. He will hold over 6 sp to Pelenwin, as a token of thanks.

"Shall I wait around ... or come back in the morning. Whats best?", asks Wibert to Pelenwin with a smiling boyish face.

OOC: When Wibert has some time he will go shopping next.

rleduc wrote:
Guntrum holds the fort with Dieter. "Good Lady," he replies to Josianne, "please take no unnecessary risks. If things be as you say, then I believe these valiant men will render assistance once they are reprovisioned. I, at least, have heard tales of monsters of which you speak and will be at your side."

doctorx wrote:
Josiane smiles warmly at Guntrum, visibly relieved that at least one of this veteran company appears to take her plight seriously. "My deepest thanks to you, good - Guntrum?" she says, checking she's got the huge warrior's name right; "We shall proceed with all caution, rest assured. Until later."

And she sets out with Dorgan for the cemetery.

waysoftheearth wrote:
The Plough and Furrow Common Room

eris wrote:When he gets a chance Olaf gets the innkeeper aside, "Albert, we do enjoy your company, but I think the lot of us are going to be staying in town for a few days. We'd like to take lodgings of a less temporary nature. You're cellar was big enough for all of us last night, but not the most comfortable. Do you have any suggestions?"

Olaf pulls Albert aside as he is headed back to the kitchens with a stack of dirty plates and dishes tottering almost to his head-height.

"Lodgings, moi good Sir?" repeats Albert, as he puts the plates down on a bench so that he can mop the sweat from his brow.

"Well, let's see... a regular fellow might stay at an inn, but I must confess io'd be busy here with the full dozen o'f you. As to more stable lodgings, well Io kin see your Sirs are not overly short o' coin, if you take my meaning, so you could lease a villa or town house. You might find yerself something on the nicer side o' town, or if ye's more circumspect perhaps an empty warehouses? Up there at the Traders' Concourse they've records o' all such establishments to be let. You'll find what yer after up there, I don't doubt."

Albert bobs his head to some of his other customers, and then excuses himself as he is hailed from the kitchens....

waysoftheearth wrote:
Wibert; The Temple of Thuul

heartless wrote: "Shall I wait around ... or come back in the morning. Whats best?", asks Wibert to Pelenwin with a smiling boyish face.

"Keep your coins, Master Wibert," says Pelenwin as he recieves the dagger and the brandy (Ulric has taken the etched flask and the spear), "I know well how hard you have worked to earn them." Pelenwin already has his own share in the loot, and couldn't honourably accept any more.

"Return in the morning, and I will impart whatever lore the Deacon does unearth during the night which regards this dagger..."

waysoftheearth wrote:
Josiane and Dorgan; The Cemetery Gate

Having exchanged parting words, Josiane and Dorgan leave the company of adventurers to finish their lunch at The Plough and Furrow. They are an unusual and rather hungry lot. Perhaps once they have rested a day or two from their trials they might be coaxed into action?

The pair set off for the cemetery with the sun high in the sky. It is the first day for a long while that either can recall a clear blue firmament... all the clouds are pushed low and flat along the horizon, and for a pleasant change the weather is turning warm. Spring is just around the corner... or has it sprung already?

The walk across town (and somewhat uphill) toward the Temple of Thuul takes some quarter hour but it is not unpleasant. The townsfolk bustle about their daily business, ignorant of any threat the night might bring...

Once they reach Church Street, and the Temple of Thuul at the very top of the hill, the pair spy a long stone wall that is topped with foot long iron spikes. It runs behind the Temple and along the edge of town, and the entirety of it seems old and horribly weathered. It joins with a number of gnarled old trees to protect the extensive bone yard that lies quietly beyond. It is mostly hidden from sight by the wall and trees, but certainly there are a few places where one could peer over the wall if one were so inclined. The only visible gate in the wall is adjacent to the temple grounds; it seems to be closed, but unattended...

doctorx wrote:
"Charming," murmurs Josiane, gazing upon the bleak scene.

She approaches the gate cautiously, looking for any sign it is in fact attended.

If not, she will try it to see if it is locked. If unlocked, she opens it and steps inside.