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Post by Zeric on Sept 15, 2007 15:53:48 GMT
Zeric sympathised with the cleric, "Have some water from your 'skin; it may help..."
While Vane continued to spew, Zeric filled him in on the meeting with the elf-woman and the upcoming mission.
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Post by Dungeon Master on Sept 16, 2007 11:52:35 GMT
Within a few minutes the vomiting of Vane slowly decreased the effect of the stench wearing slowly off, following the death of the creature. Rising slowly to his feet and wiping his own sick from his face with his sleeve, he walks over to the decapitated body and kicks it hard. He turns to face the other two. "The foul creature would have been the death of me if it weren't for you. I guess I owe you one, Cathmhaol, Zeric."Walking over to the injured leader, he claps his hand together hard a couple of times, his face creased with concentration. He speaks in a loud and clear voice "Kelemvor, this proud and noble man helped me defeat one of the Undead abominations that walk this land. Your loyal servant and destroyer of these unnatural beasts, begs you to allow me to heal his wounds." His hands then began to glow, he then holds them against Cathmhaol side. Suddenly from the priests hands theres a flash, momentarily blinding everyone. Slowly his hands are wthdrawn, revealing a healed side to Cathmhaol's body.
"My god is with us tonight" Whispers Vane Looking down at the creatures body, vane exclaims "I guess we should find out what secrets it holds." with that he takes a curved dagger from his belt, gutting the creature from its groin to its sternum. Its fetid guts spilling everywhere. Reaching into the abdominal cavity of the creature, Vane pulls three objects placing them on the grass next to the stream. "Ah ha!" he proclaims. Picking up the objects he washes the blood off them before placing them on the onto a piece of leather he has placed stretched out on the grass. The piece of leather has on it, two gems and a small silver ring. OOC- I moved this on, Phil can retro post as Id like to get back to the original mission 
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Post by Zeric on Sept 16, 2007 13:07:35 GMT
Within a few minutes the vomiting of Vane slowly decreased the effect of the stench wearing slowly off, following the death of the creature. Rising slowly to his feet and wiping his own sick from his face with his sleeve, he walks over to the decapitated body and kicks it hard. He turns to face the other two. "The foul creature would have been the death of me if it weren't for you. I guess I owe you one, Cathmhaol, Zeric."Zeric grinned, " Well, Vane I'm glad you mentioned that... Since we are on the trail of the bandits who have waylaid the merchants bound for Cromm's Hold, we have procured a potential ally in the form of an elven warrior, residing at the inn. Cathmhaol insists you have a bath, gove yourself a good scrubbing before meeting with her and setting off on the hunt for the bandits." He held up a hand over the priest's protests, " Look, Vane, there are rumours of werecreatures in the area and we need to procure some silver weapons - the elf-maiden may be the only source of supply for these, so it's vital we don't offend her. I have no love for the elves myself, so I'll be making sacrifices, too." |
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Post by Dungeon Master on Sept 16, 2007 16:00:42 GMT
Within a few minutes the vomiting of Vane slowly decreased the effect of the stench wearing slowly off, following the death of the creature. Rising slowly to his feet and wiping his own sick from his face with his sleeve, he walks over to the decapitated body and kicks it hard. He turns to face the other two. "The foul creature would have been the death of me if it weren't for you. I guess I owe you one, Cathmhaol, Zeric."Zeric grinned, " Well, Vane I'm glad you mentioned that... Since we are on the trail of the bandits who have waylaid the merchants bound for Cromm's Hold, we have procured a potential ally in the form of an elven warrior, residing at the inn. Cathmhaol insists you have a bath, gove yourself a good scrubbing before meeting with her and setting off on the hunt for the bandits." The priests face lit up at the mention of werewolves. "Lycanthropes, you say! Oh how wonderful! My Hammer is made with silver, the pure metal that can hurt undead to. Ooooh I cant wait. Nothing like a good monster, I say." The priests face fell from its previous elation. "By Kelemvor's Scales, you dont ask much do you, Zeric? I guess my word was given. A bath it is, though I reckon the undead will find me better now." his eyes brimming with tears. |
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Post by Zeric on Sept 16, 2007 16:34:53 GMT
Zeric rolled his eyes, then looked sympathetically at the cleric, "Vane! Thanks. You can take solace in a saying my mother used to drum into me on bathnights; A clean body facilitates a clean soul..."
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Post by Dungeon Master on Sept 16, 2007 17:02:03 GMT
"Thanks, I think? What shall we do with these items?" He holds up a small red gemstone, a small greenish gemstone and a silver ring, that consists of 5 silver strands carved together to make a rope like effect for the ring.
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Post by Cathmhaol on Sept 16, 2007 18:11:13 GMT
OOC: Retro-moment coming right up!Within a few minutes the vomiting of Vane slowly decreased the effect of the stench wearing slowly off, following the death of the creature. Rising slowly to his feet and wiping his own sick from his face with his sleeve, he walks over to the decapitated body and kicks it hard. He turns to face the other two. "The foul creature would have been the death of me if it weren't for you. I guess I owe you one, Cathmhaol, Zeric."Walking over to the injured leader, he claps his hand together hard a couple of times, his face creased with concentration. He speaks in a loud and clear voice "Kelemvor, this proud and noble man helped me defeat one of the Undead abominations that walk this land. Your loyal servant and destroyer of these unnatural beasts, begs you to allow me to heal his wounds." His hands then began to glow, he then holds them against Cathmhaol side. Suddenly from the priests hands theres a flash, momentarily blinding everyone. Slowly his hands are wthdrawn, revealing a healed side to Cathmhaol's body.
"My god is with us tonight" Whispers Vane Cathmhaol looked down and gingerly touched his ribs. A strange look came across his face, a mix of beatific elation and inherent mistrust. "It... it seems I owe ye an' yer god a debt o' thanks..." He shook his head and went to stand apart as Vane gutted the ghast. " What shall we do with these items?" He holds up a small red gemstone, a small greenish gemstone and a silver ring, that consists of 5 silver strands carved together to make a rope like effect for the ring. Cathmhaol looked over as Vane handled the trinkets. "Owt special about 'em? Not everyday ye see gems hack'd from the guts o' the likes of yon beastie!"
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Post by Dungeon Master on Sept 16, 2007 18:21:20 GMT
OOC: Retro-moment coming right up!Within a few minutes the vomiting of Vane slowly decreased the effect of the stench wearing slowly off, following the death of the creature. Rising slowly to his feet and wiping his own sick from his face with his sleeve, he walks over to the decapitated body and kicks it hard. He turns to face the other two. "The foul creature would have been the death of me if it weren't for you. I guess I owe you one, Cathmhaol, Zeric."Walking over to the injured leader, he claps his hand together hard a couple of times, his face creased with concentration. He speaks in a loud and clear voice "Kelemvor, this proud and noble man helped me defeat one of the Undead abominations that walk this land. Your loyal servant and destroyer of these unnatural beasts, begs you to allow me to heal his wounds." His hands then began to glow, he then holds them against Cathmhaol side. Suddenly from the priests hands theres a flash, momentarily blinding everyone. Slowly his hands are wthdrawn, revealing a healed side to Cathmhaol's body.
"My god is with us tonight" Whispers Vane Cathmhaol looked down and gingerly touched his ribs. A strange look came across his face, a mix of beatific elation and inherent mistrust. "It... it seems I owe ye an' yer god a debt o' thanks..." He shook his head and went to stand apart as Vane gutted the ghast.
"Well we just have to kill lots of undead and let me setup a shrine in Cromm's Hold?" Suggested the priest
"Well I have heard tales of gems being used as the centre of the undead creatures powers. So I guess that where they come from?" Said Vane in puzzlement. "Id have to do research on it." he added. |
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Post by Cathmhaol on Sept 16, 2007 20:19:38 GMT
"Aye, ye do that!" replied Cathmhaol. "Now let's get back to the inn..." he paused and Vane looked expectantly at the thought of a beer, "cos' yer bath awaits!" he grinned.
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Post by Dungeon Master on Sept 16, 2007 20:39:28 GMT
The priest sighed
"I guess so. I did promise after all!" he grimaced at the thought and wandered off in the direction of the Inn.
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Post by Dungeon Master on Sept 17, 2007 11:42:39 GMT
Date : Ches the 7th, Year of the the Rogue Dragons (1373 D.R.)
Location : Liams Hold
Time : Sunrise
Weather: Clear and cold A loud knock awakes you from your sleep, which is just as well as your sleep has been full of nightmares. Ghasts, Ghouls, Werewolves and other fell creatures, haunted you last night. Even your sleep was no solace from them. Looking at each other, you notice that you had a similair nights rest. Probably even similair dreams. Throwing on some clothes, you notice that something is missing. The smell! The room doesnt even smell, though you are sharing it with Vane, his bath the night before cleaning him to a new found respectability. His matted hair oiled back and combed. His usual smell only just a hint, since he had a bath. He is up and dressed, ready to go. Finishing what looks like a prayer to his God, he declares. "Lets get breakfast! All that washing makes you hungry." Following Vane down the stairs, you enter the bar and are met by the smells of bacon frying. Looking around you notice that Nimen is sat down at a table eating a bowl of wheat and cereal, whilst at the side is some bread. Opposite her is a young man eating from a plate thats filled with bacon slices, sausages, eggs and fried potatoes. Dressed almost in head to toe in earthen browns and greens, the young man has a pair of twinned shortswords at his belt, his boots are encased in dried mud. He smiles broadly at you as you come in, in a rather warm manner. Looking up from her plate, Nimen, smiles and says, "We are in luck today, my friends. This is Dace, he is a well known caravan scout who works the Trade Way, who came in late last night with a caravan from the Way Inn. One of the few that have got through, though they were attacked some miles south of here near the village of Bowshot. Due to their numbers they managed to escape. Dace has agreed to lead us to that point and I hope we will be able to track them from there. Any questions?" OOC - welcome our new player  !!
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Post by Zeric on Sept 17, 2007 13:48:02 GMT
Zeric sized up the newcomer, " Well met, Dace. I am Zeric, sorceror, this is Cathmhaol, leader of Cromm's Daggers and our less fragrant that usual friend there is Vane. I'll let them elaborate on their own introductions. Did you note anything unusual about the bandits?" OOC: Hello & welcome "Dace". I'm Tom, AKA Zeric, AKA a number of other things we'll not go into here. It's about time we had another player as, Cath & me are gettign distinctly fed up of coming up with all the ideas on our own!   |
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Post by Dungeon Master on Sept 17, 2007 13:57:05 GMT
"Im not so smelly now, Zeric." Sneered Vane
"You made me wash. Im an Undead hunter, a priest of Kelemvor. Theres something about you, are you a ghost or a vampire maybe?"
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Post by Dace on Sept 17, 2007 14:33:17 GMT
Dace put out his hand to Cathmhaol, Zeric and Vane, and smiled around a mouthful of bacon. "Dace. I work the routes, help as a guard when the money’s low."
When asked about the attack, the youth nodded. "There were a lot of them, had some hunting dogs too, big buggers." he smiled. "The bandits were wearing wolf furs I think. It happened quite quickly, people everywhere."
He sighed and wiped his mouth with a bit of rag which he stuffed back into a pocket. "I reckon if I'd had a crossbow I could have taken a couple more." He looked genuinely upset he hadn't taken down more of the bandits.
"When we leaving?"
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Post by Dace on Sept 17, 2007 14:34:25 GMT
"Im not so smelly now, Zeric." Sneered Vane
"You made me wash. Im an Undead hunter, a priest of Kelemvor. Theres something about you, are you a ghost or a vampire maybe?" Dace looked the other man over. "Sorry? Was that last to me? I don't recall being a vampire or a ghost. I think I'd remember." he smiled. |
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