Hollow's Last Hope (Inactive)

Game Master mathpro18

Elannic nods at the Sheriff. "Of course, sir. How may we be of assistance?" The recent blackscour taint outbreak has been worrying Elannic and despite Finik's best efforts to convince him that drinking, carousing and wenching was 'fun', the thought of the disease's effect on the community weighs heavily on his mind. Perhaps being of use might help ease his thoughts?

Hrmmm. Seem some'on in this town is in need o' the healing touches of Torag. Judging by the looks o' you two, it may be vengeance of Ragathiel that's be'n called for. With any luck, it be both. HarrrHarrrHarrrr!
Names Baladur of clan Featherstone.

entering the Sheriff's office

you see an Ulfen Woman with an impressive stature of 6 foot 6.
She has a athletic and curvy build with pale skin,
Emerald Green Eyes and Golden Copper Red Hair in a braid that starts at the base of the skull and ends near her waist.

She is wearing a chain shirt and some old gleaves over her peasants clothes.
On her back one can see a Halberd, a longsword and a back pack containing her gear.

"How my I be of assistance Sheriff, I'm Titania."

Xzanphia looks at the assembled group. She leans, her back against the wall, keeping an open line for the door. As the others introduce themselves, she offers her own name, "Xzanphia" with a polite nod to the others. She is dressed in utilitarians style, a strange device shouldered on her back some may know as a musket.

By Torag's boots lassy, you be a big'un. Says the four foot two inch Dwarf craining his next to view the lovley well armed lady.
But ah say, ya got guud tast in weapons. HarrrHarrrr.

"Actually, I'm a little above average for my people.
And you also have some good weapons."

Slowly processing what the sheriff said Fin is a little delayed on his response, "I don't know if you want to talk to us sooo earrlly sssince me buddy Nic here beenz drinking all nightt. Can't thisss wait til the morning." The big Taldane gives his a goofy smile which he thinks is a smooth look.

"Come on Nic, I got a lass warming a bed for me that I need to get too. And I believe she has a friend for ye." The inner Fin hoping his elven friend will come since he forgot where she lived.

Elannic hope you don't mind the nickname hehe.

she thinks
"Who's the drunk. I think you've been drinking all night."

Shaking his head slowly, he nods an apology to the Sheriff and mouths 'We'll be right along.' Turning to Finik, "Yes, we have been drinking, Finik, but one does not simply turn down a summons from the Sheriff in order to attend to carnal desires. We have a responsibility to support the law even as the law supports us. Besides, I can see the Sheriff's office from here, and there's quite a striking woman in the window there. Tall, it seems. And as she's female, she's probably your type."

"Actually, I'm a little above average for my people.

And you also have some good weapons."

Aye lass. I've been told I'm a bit above average size by your people as well. wink HarrrrHarrrrr. A small tear glistnes in the corner of the dwarfs soft stone blue eyes as he laughs and enjoys life.

Seriously my over heightend lass. I'll be able to heal any head bumps you get from low thresholds. Twoud be a shame to scar a face so lovely. For a human.
for a human. Harrr harrrrrr .

Enough pleasantries. Am I being charged with a crime or not. I swear I use those herbs for religious purposes only.

"HHmmmm....." Finik obviously looks the big women up and down and a lecherous grows on his face. "Sh..This job could be fun, watch the master." He starts a smooth strut towards the lucky lady in his sight and somehow keeps a smile on his face as he stumbles and falls straight on it. He quickly jumps back up, "I'M OKAY!I'M OKAY! Nic maybe you should lead this roads a little tricky, hehe." He tries to play off the incident with a fake laugh and scratching the back of his head uncomfortably.

"Sheriff, I would like to know as well. why you have called for me."

Okay that was a good insult even though he didn't mean it that way...made me lol

The sherrif claps his hand on Finik's shoulder and starts pushing the young man towards his office.

"You really shouldn't resist Finik you know what happens when you resist. Though this time its not anything you did that needs addressing...at least I think its not."

she thinks
The tall one looks like a drunken idiot.

Baladur whispers up at his new human friend.
Were we called ta hep arrest this drunk? He seems'ta to peacfull 'nuff. Humph.

she whispers back
"I think we were called for something else."

Xzanphia gives a glance to the two newcomers. "This isn't gonna end well."

Baladur addresses the new arrives using his best practiced clergy voice.
Laddie, Torag always says. If'n ya gona arrive from the tabernacle, ya should aught'a bring a wee nip fur everyone.

He replies to the sheriff first, "I know I know you get hurt, haha haha. Just kidding captain." He gives the sheriff a good hearted smile and starts to head to the group.

Fin looks towards the dwarf and replies, "I would of Master Dwarf, IF I knew there was an after party in the sheriff's office. But this wet blanket over here probably wouldn't approve haha." He motions his thumb in Elannic's direction. Then he looks towards both of the ladies and winks at them as he says, "But I see potential here. So sheriff why do you call upon the Great Finik and his sidekick Nic." The young lad tries to puff up his chest and flex while he asks for the wome's benefit.

Elannic sighs, an act which seems almost reflex around the young human. "I am Elannic of Erastil and I am pleased to make your acquaintance. Please excuse my young friend here; he has an excess of joie de vivre and a slight lack of accompanying common sense. Why have we been summoned, Sheriff?" Elannic draws an arrow from his quiver and proceeds to check the feathering while waiting for the sheriff's answer.

Elannic is slight, for an elf, only 6 feet tall, which may make him on the short side in this group. He wears well oiled studded leather armor, green and brown to match the forest, as well as a well-loved long bow and less used rapier. His hair, what you can see beneath an archer's cap, is pale green and his eyes match. He smells of woodsmoke and earth and his holy symbol, Erastil's bow, hangs prominently outside his armor. He stands at military readiness and his face is open and seems to lack any capacity for subterfuge.

Overhearing the dwarf's introduction, Elannic nods to him respectfully. "I am pleased to make the acquaintance of a fellow servant of the gods. I hope I may not require your healing, sir, but I am honored to have your skills. Perhaps some time we may speak of philosophy? I have not had much chance to converse with a dwarf of Torag before."

she greets the new comers
"I'm Titania."

"It is an honor to meet you, Titania. Welcome to Falcon's Hollow. I hope you find it a welcoming place."

The sheriff lets everyone introduce themselves before sitting down at his desk. He clears his throat before he starts speaking.

"I have summoned you here because the town of Falcon's hollow is in need of your assistance. As some of you already know we've been dealing with the blackscour taint for the last month and last night it claimed its tenth victim. With so much of our lumbermen infected and dying from this disease we can't afford to pay our taxes this next month but I'll deal with the lumber consortium my self. I need you guys to go out and find a cure. Apparently Laurel has found a possible cure but needs to find some ingrediants for it but can't leave because she's to busy taking care of the sick here." He pauses his speech to reach into the drawer of his desk and pulls out a hankerchief and then starts coughing and ends up spitting up something black into the hankerchief. He takes a swig from a flask he hand on the desk and continues.

"Sorry for that...anyway that's where you come on. Laurel has asked you to meet with her personally and then to go out and gather what ever she asks you to. Any questions?"

"So it's a retrieval job, and the package is in dangerous territory.
Sounds fun."

"I have no questions, but I will undertake this task. Sheriff, in the meantime, you may wish to rest. This disease will prey on your tired state."

"We best head on and hurry to speak to this Miss Laurel then. Wouldn't want anything happening to the Sherrif before he can pay us." Her words are cruel, but the glance she gives the Sherriff is sympathetic.

she thinks
"She's likely a Merc."

"Oh blunt cutters, why do we have to go to her store? Wouldn't of been easier if she just gave you the grocery list so we could get on our way sooner."

by Torag's balls, I swear this blachscour shall be me enemy. T'is it affected et all by divine healing? I wish ta off Torag's left hand ah healing ta ya if it does.

Baladur moves near the Sherriff preparing to cast cure light wounds.

I assume it's not that easy, or they would not need us in the capacity he describes.

Elannic laughs and pats Finik on the back. "Cheer up, Finik. I'm sure she's forgiven you for that one time. And if not, perhaps a sincere apology would prompt her to forgive you now. Sincere, Finik. Focus on the sincere part."

Looking at the female elf (Xzanphia), Elannic frowns slightly. "I'm sure that every good deed is rewarded. Falcon's Hollow is not a wealthy town, but I'm sure we shall have the gratitude of the citizenry if we succeed. And even so, I will owe each of you a debt for helping out the townspeople. This is my home and I would see it prosper."

she thinks
So the tall one may also be a local trouble maker.

The sheriff grins at Finik and seems to laugh but he keeps it to himself mostly. As Baladur appraches the mayor waves him off.

"Divine magic does nothing for those suffering from the effects. Our own Lady Cirthana couldn't even do anything for us and she's the most powerful cleric I know."

He will then turn to Elannic and smile "She says to tell you hello sir Elannic. She also says to thank you for the other night...what that means I don't want to know...but if its what I think it is you've been spending to much time with Finik.

Hope you don't mind me adding this Elannic...I like having fun with my players...just ask Finik lol.

"Will one of you gents lead to way,
as I don't think time will be on our side."

Elannic sets his lip in a line, but his cheeks color red. Seeing Finik's look, he says in a very abrupt voice. "A gentleman does not gossip." Hearing Titania's request he nods and motions toward the door. "Shall we?" Once outside, Elannic leads the way to Laurel's shop.

No problem!

The crowd has continued to grow from what you saw this morning and there looks to be about two dozen people standing out side the small shop right now. People in various states stand in line, hacking and coughing.

You can either wait in line(looks like it would take several hours to be seen) or you can try and cut in line.

"Hey Nic since the sheriff sent us to help these souls shouldn't we just cut in front so we can save them sooner?" Fin doesn't wait for a response and begins pushing the elf forward as he says, "Go elf Go, tell them that were helping and they should understand. I'll keep you safe, promise." He gives the elf a wink as he keeps pushing him forward.

she thinks
"He has no patience, is rude to those whom are patient.
But he is right in that time could be an issue."

Elannic frowns at Finik's impatience, but nods anyway, seeing the wisdom in haste. As he moves forward, he stops every few feet and apologizes to those in line in groups, moving as quickly as he can, saying, "Laurel has requested our presence in order that we might fetch a cure. I apologize for our rudeness, but our haste might save many lives, including your own. I will pledge this: we shall not fail, even if costs my life."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10

"Make way me and Nic are doing you all a favor. If you have a problem with it take it up with the sheriff he sent us here and told us to make haste." Fin still moving the elf forward before the villagers can get angery.

Diplomacy:1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12
or
Bluff:1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9
which ever one is necessary.

Xzanphia follows the group up past the line of people, hoping this doesn't devolve into a fight.

I'm an outsider here and don't want to upset the locals by butting in,
Yet I may have questions for Laurel about the cure?
I'll head in as I my pick up on something they might not.

and she follows the group in.

A few of the less agreeable townsfolk try to protest you're cutting in the line but their attempts are inturrupted by coughing fits. One of the townsfolk lets his displeasure be known by spitting a ball of black phlem on the paladins armor as he walks by.

As you approach the front of the building you see that creeping ivy and full window boxes cover the facade of this rugged-looking, two-story shop bearing the faded sign "Roots and Remedies." Do you make you're way in the building, the door is open.

I do, knocking loudly as I do and announcing myself: "This is Elannic. The Sheriff sent us to aid you in your search for a cure."

she goes on in and ducks her head as she goes through the doorway.

Xzanphia follows in as well, taking up a position near the doorway if needed.

As Ellanic and Titania enter you notice that the smell of burnt earth and spicy incense chokes the air of the cramped, mud-tracked shop. Bunches of dried herbs hang from the ceiling, along with dangling pots, presses, alchemical apparatuses, and glassware of more arcane purposes. Pouches of rare plants, jars of colored glass, and all manner of dried, preserved, and jellied animal parts fill high shelves and tables doing double duty as displays and workspace. In the shop's rear, a very thin woman stands in front of a table busying herself between an over packed rack of herbs, a table covered in stray powders and a pot. She jumps slightly as Elannic knocks and spins around quickly, her long brown pony tail coming around and hitting her in the face. She drops the pot which shatters on the floor and a puff of smoke comes out from the shards. She lets out a short string of cusses. Once Elannic speaks she looks at him and the rest of the group and waves them in. She starts heading to an over packed bookshelf as she addresses the group.

"Yes yes yes good you've finally arrived. As you can see I've had my hands full with the townsfolk. Well come on in and I'll let you know what you can do f... she pauses as Finik enters the room and her eyes narrow at him.

"Hmm...Deldrin must be desperate if he sent me you..." she says just standing there now with her hands on her hips.

she thinks
What did he do to cheese her off this much.

"Please, Laurel, Finik has agreed to help. We can sort out ill feelings after we've cured this plague. You were saying?"

"You're right Elannic...just make sure to keep an eye on him while he's in the shop please." She sighs and walks over to the over stuffed bookshelf and starts rummaging through old books.

"My grandmother had a recipe in one of these books for a brew I think will cure this plague...just need to find the right book."