The Curse Of Flesh //Forums RP: IC rewards

[Wyatt]

Jarrol, spending the night drinking in the common room, stretches as the dawn breaks. He carries the tankard that holds the ring with him as he paces, waiting for the rest of the company to assemble. Finally he orders another ale muttering something about "the hair o' the boar what bit ye..."

[Akroma666]

///Waiting on response from my contact the night before.///

[Wandering_Woodsman]

The next morning, Kadace re-enters the Inn, and after casting a small detection spell, follows it to the ring now resting in the tankard. Once he has it, he reaches into a pocket of his robe, and pulls out a small wooden box, inscribed with wards. Placing the box on the table next to the tankard, he lays out a bit of red cloth, dumps the ring out onto it, then wraps it up and places it into the wooden box, closing the lid tightly, and slips the box back into his robes for easy travel, the ring kept silent by the wards. That finished, he chooses a table in a deep corner of the tavern, and sits down to wait for the others.

[Ambaryerno]

Lucia makes her way down from her room, adjusting the hang of her shortsword and shield at her hip, and throwing her cloak around her shoulders. Her bow and quiver are slung at her back, and she carries her pack with her.

When she reaches the common room she spies Kadace at his table, and makes her way in that direction, exchanging a few pleasantries with any patrons occupying the room as she passes them. Upon reaching Kadace she leans her bow, quiver, and pack against the table, and takes a seat.

"Good morning," she says, stifling a yawn. "Seems the morning has come and it will soon be time to go. I've done some thinking since last night, and if my reading of the spell upon the ring is accurate, whatever it is bound to is not far from here."

Her features turn somewhat troubled, and she runs her fingers down her jaw thoughtfully. "I'm still bothered about what is afflicting that man. If I didn't know better, I would say he was in shock. Yet aside from the obvious he has no identifiable wounds. I don't think it likely the ring could be doing this to him, but nor can I completely rule it out. I suggest we be very careful with it."

[Moltrazahn]

Damian walk down the stairs, wearing his trusted hat, stylized leather armor and dagger by his side. A brown cloak wrapped around his shoulders, the man offers an amused smirk around.

"Morning! Non other decided to pass out duo to uncertain circumstances I see? Grand..."

He rubs his cheek, then procures some fruit, meat and water for various water-skins. After packing it up, he strides for the door.

"Right, lets go "give the man a hand" with his dilemma. A wish on the line and all that... should be interesting. Whomever of you have the ring or a sense of proper direction, do be ready to lead the group outside in a few. Its first light, so better make use of it before dark, if we are to walk for long"

[Tantive]

A tall red haired scolar with spectacles on her nose, dressed in a sumptuous dress for travel made her way down from the inn rooms to gather with the company present. A little later then others, as the wizardly scolar spent the morn in study and memorisation of the days spells after her rest. Maura adjusted the straps upon her shoulders from her inflated backpack, that obscenely threatened to burst from supplies held within. The staff dangled strapped on the side of it.

"Good morn," Maura greeted, the tips of her hair still visibly moist. Walking up to the counter with coin in hand, she would see to order a hearty breakfast and enjoy it until all had assembled in the hallway. "Eastward through the forrest is our direction to follow most like, attune with the ring if we are fortunate. If he is fortunate, he has awoken too. We'll find out soon enough."

[DM Lobo]

///Waiting on response from my contact the night before.///

To Druegar

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You spot the man sitting by the fire with a large pint of ale.

You all head back into the Inn, where Jarrol can already be seen waiting, along with a few others. Kadace heads off to a small box which he seems to be fiddling with before heading over to you all. Damian and Maura soon join, where you all meet up around a table. The barmaid devliers your orders and smiles at you all turning to Maura as she speaks
"I do hope so..." she says before heading back over to the bar. Some of you may have seen the medic tent outside the Inn while heading here.

[Ambaryerno]

"Well, then," Lucia says merrily as the others gather and break their fast, "Now that we are all here and ready, what next? I'm eager to be on our way, but I think we ought to see if the healer has learned anything new about the poor man's condition since last night before we depart."

[Akroma666]

After spotting the man, Druegar approaches;

Good morn comrade, please tell' what news have you?

Druegar orders them both a drink and swallows the frothy beverage rather quickly in anticipation for the man's stories.

[Wyatt]

Jarrol yawns, spits a mouthful of brown juice into the nearest spitoon and runs a hand through his greasy mohawk, spiking it in all directions. With a grumble he heaves his great bulk off of his seat. Rubbing the sleepiness from his eyes he squints at his recently arrived companions while reaching for his morning ale.

"If'n we do be fixin' ta go, then lets be gone. We can check on the feller at the tent and get his name. Prolly do be needin' that fer the wish ta be workin'. Don't wanna be standin' there an' have the Djinn ask who done needs his arm back and we ain't knowin' the feller's name."

[Tantive]

Maura sat there with a bemused expression. "You mean to tell me none of you learned the mans name?" She grunts amidst her enjoyment of her hearty meal.

[Ambaryerno]

"Well, by the time I went to speak with him he was in the midst of collapsing, and no one could get anything out of him."

[DM Lobo]

You all hang around in the Inn, Druegar heading off to talk to a man by the fire in the corner. The man seems tired as he turns to greet Dregar with a wide grin.

To Dreugar

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The man greets you, offering to buy an Ale. He tells you that the one armed man caused several others to go looking for the castle - but non of them have yet to come back, and they were regulars here. He also tells you the castle is hidden somewhere where the dragons sleep, being the only clue he could gather. The man also tells you that the best place to start looking would be north, past the city.

Jarrol wonders off briefly to pick up a glass of Ale, in a half-sleepy-haze before wondering over to the rest of the group, where Maura and Lucia are talking. The Inn is starting to get busy now, with several of the regulars heading in for their morning ale.

[Wandering_Woodsman]

muttering to himself about having to wait for the rest, Kadace simply ensures the container carrying the ring is within one of his many robe pockets, and heads out the door.

Once outside, he wraps the ring in cloth, draws it out, and begins to study it closely, turning this way and that to determine the direction the noise indicates most loudly upon. Once that is determined, he sets off in that direction, but moving slowly enough for any stragglers to catch up

[Ambaryerno]

Lucia, who was sitting with Kadace at the table, would join him as he gets up to leave. "Since we must pass by on the way out, anyway, let's at least stop and see how the fellow is doing."