Baldur's Gate : The Sword Coast Chronicles : NWN2 Persistent World

DM Arrakeen wrote:He gave the monk a weird look, then with visible discomfort about the offering, the cook nodded quickly and hurried back to the Tavern.

DM Arrakeen wrote:The memory surfaced quickly, and Mi-Le could recall a family of luminescent, fungal growths, native to Underdark. This one was particularly unkind to ignorant travelers who had the misfortune to initiate skin contact. The sticky mucus was known to cause a variety of symptoms; rash, sores, boils, and fever were fairly common but could be dealt with relatively efficiently if caught early.

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Arn wrote: ↑Wed Jun 19, 2019 6:05 pm "Ah. You'll want to thoroughly wash your armor, clothes, and anything else that touched the mushrooms. If you have alcohol on you, use all of it to wash your items. That is the best use for it. Because if you touch the the mushroom residue again, it can affect your skin quite badly. A fever is possible, as well." The monk gives his advice in a calm manner, and if his advice just happens to cause his patients to drink less for a little while, so much the better. "After you have treated your items, bathe yourselves in a cool pool or stream, and use soap. And consider staying out of the Underdark."

DM Arrakeen wrote:The idea of soap seemed to be little too much for the half-orc who appeared quite flabbergasted by implication. However, he nodded slowly and looked to his companions for aid.
"Clean-up. Got it, thanks!" the hin grinned. "We are due for a swim, fellas."
The third male regarded Mi-Le, "thanks for the advice."
After that, engaged in some friendly banter, the trio departed.

Beek wrote: ↑Fri Jun 21, 2019 7:07 pm Perhaps standing out only slightly from the varied crowd of monstrous humanoids and men, a large northerner has become a regular within the Winding Way tavern and the communal fire of Soubar. Standing a head taller than most natives, the man is dressed in furs and garb of the far North, mixed with piecemeal additions of varied armor types. His gray beard mark him as someone who has seen many winters, the scars on his arms and face testify to many battles.

Finnvald Reghedsson, as he is called, is quick to drink with the visiting workers, locals, and merchants alike... singing along with bawdy tunes and, when particularly deep in the cups, spinning tales of his own about a battle in a place called Termalaine. Those with knowledge of such things would put his build, garb, accent, and tales as clearly a Reghedmen, though most would likely consider him "just another barbaric Northman".

He is looking for opportunities for battle, as demanded by his patron Tempos. He may have been overheard asking around for mercenary companies with active campaigns.

Glowfire wrote: ↑Sun Jun 23, 2019 6:54 pm The so called healer of Soubar isn't concerned about the monster races and the morally ambiguous local element keeping a distance as Mi-Li and Daishi Tora give a hand at the tent but he has taken notice of it. If there is anyone he knows in that group who needs further medical oversight and who hasn't come around, he'd seek them out himself but otherwise leave it be for the time being. Kazimir also makes sure there's supplies at the healing tent, which would always be of high quality despite the look of the rest of the tent. He'd have noticed Mi-Le having scrubbed off old dried blood from some of the crates serving as a operating table but not remarked on it.

On one of the days the priest is in Soubar, he can be seen visiting Oria Firalis after her market stall has closed. On another day, he makes his way to the Winding Way and hands Betha a small pouch. "For the broth you've been coming around with. ...and perhaps for letting Mag know I'm around if she still wants to have that little chat?"

DM Arrakeen wrote:By now Kazimir knew that Priya tended to let her alchemical burns get bad before coming in, especially if she was working on a new poison design, or that the were-wolves preferred to stalk him away from the tent rather than near it. He was also aware of the brawls that liked to break out among the tents at the far back, and that some of the thugs would rather be seen dead than at the healing tent in the middle of the day.

When offered money by the priest, Betha laughed and shook her head lightly, refusing the offering. "It was on the house!" the young woman exclaimed then lowered her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "I wanted to make a good impression on your guests from so far away. I even asked Ra'maseh to add a little bit more meat to it than usual," the barmaid smiled. "Mag is meeting Shifty, Mudd, and Harmony in the kitchen, but they should be out soon. They've been at it all morning."

DM Arrakeen wrote: ↑Mon Jun 24, 2019 3:30 pmBy now Kazimir knew that Priya tended to let her alchemical burns get bad before coming in, especially if she was working on a new poison design, or that the were-wolves preferred to stalk him away from the tent rather than near it. He was also aware of the brawls that liked to break out among the tents at the far back, and that some of the thugs would rather be seen dead than at the healing tent in the middle of the day.

DM Arrakeen wrote: ↑Mon Jun 24, 2019 3:30 pmWhen offered money by the priest, Betha laughed and shook her head lightly, refusing the offering. "It was on the house!" the young woman exclaimed then lowered her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "I wanted to make a good impression on your guests from so far away. I even asked Ra'maseh to add a little bit more meat to it than usual," the barmaid smiled. "Mag is meeting Shifty, Mudd, and Harmony in the kitchen, but they should be out soon. They've been at it all morning."

Glowfire wrote: ↑Mon Jun 24, 2019 10:31 pm Kazimir shrugs his shoulders and puts away the pouch. "I ain't so sure about the other one but Mi-Le probably relies on the generosity of strangers," the words carrying with them appreciation of offering the food despite Betha's own intentions with it. He glances towards the kitchen, speaking in a quieter tone himself as well. "What's the chit-chat about then? Doubt they're using the wee hours getting wasted in there. And uh... mind pouring me an ale while I wait?"

DM Arrakeen wrote:Betha grabbed a stein, cleaned it best she could, and filled it with ale.
"They've been talking about these trade things I don't quite ken. I heard some merchants complaining about war being bad for business, but others say the opposite, so who knows what's true. We sell more ale and broth, so it's been good for us. And I've been tipped well too, so I can't complain," the young lass grinned, but before she could say more, the kitchen door swung open and a sourfaced Mudd marched out of it. Still engrossed in a lively conversation, Harmony and Shifty followed after him. Mag was the last to appear in the door, and when she spotted the priest, she beckoned the man over and retreated into the kitchen.

DM Arrakeen wrote: ↑Wed Jun 26, 2019 5:18 amBetha grabbed a stein, cleaned it best she could, and filled it with ale.
"They've been talking about these trade things I don't quite ken. I heard some merchants complaining about war being bad for business, but others say the opposite, so who knows what's true. We sell more ale and broth, so it's been good for us. And I've been tipped well too, so I can't complain," the young lass grinned, but before she could say more, the kitchen door swung open and a sourfaced Mudd marched out of it. Still engrossed in a lively conversation, Harmony and Shifty followed after him. Mag was the last to appear in the door, and when she spotted the priest, she beckoned the man over and retreated into the kitchen.