The Beast & the Harlot: Dragoncat's Curse of the Crimson Throne (Inactive)

Game Master Dragoncat

Current Date: Oathday, 30th of Pharast, 4711 AR

Current Chapter: Escape from Old Korvosa

One would think that having ended the Urgathoan threat to the city, our heroes would be granted more time to rest. But alas, that is not the case. For Queen Ileosa herself has condemned Old Korvosa to a slow death, and is forcing the Korvosan Guard and Sable Company out in favour of a military force loyal to her alone--her Grey Maidens.

She must be removed from the throne, and the man who has the authority to unite the Peerage in doing so is trapped somewhere in Old Korvosa.

Map of Korvosa

Arkona Manor

The Vivified Labyrinth


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Halfling Alchemist 7/Swashbuckler 1 / HP 56 of 56 / F+6 R+13 W+2 / AC 21.17.15 (-1 AC vs. same size or smaller)/ Init. +3 / Perc +14

Lyla sits at the riverside tavern and sulks over their fruitless investigation. She signals the baretender and tosses a gold piece on the counter. The man fills two tankards and brings them over quickly, palming the gold coin and leaving behind some change. Lyla pushed one one of the mugs towards Nalun and takes a sip from her own. "Ugh. That's awful", she complains putting the drink aside. The coins from the change lie on the counter before her; Lyla presses three of them with her fingers and slides them around the wooden surface, staring intently at them while thinking about the ship and the plague. "Tough luck, slim. Looks like a dead end..." She raises her head and studies the sailors eating and drinking around her, watching out for signs of the rash among them.

Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (19) + 10 = 29


GM Who Must Be Feared & Obeyed (Or At Least Bribed With Cookies)

Lyla & Nalun

Nalun's Roll Results:
You manage to have more success than Lyla at gathering information about the Direption. It was originally a brig chartered by House Jeggare to explore the far reaches of Mediogalti Island, with the intent of establishing a trading post there. Unfortunately, considering the ship is now at the bottom of Korvosa's harbour with all hands presumably lost, the venture was considered a failure.

Lyla's Perception Roll:
As you look around the tavern, you notice that, for the most part, the sailors here seem to be quite healthy and hale. There are a couple of sailors that seem to be taking pains to cover up their necks with scarves and bandannas, and they hide their coughs with their mugs of rum.

As you observe them, you feel Zellara's Harrow deck vibrating in your pocket.

Please take me back to the others. I need to perform a reading.


Ortik

Ortik Gutterrat wrote:

"I suspect it may have something to do with the quarantine ship that the Sable Company sank in the harbor a few days ago," Ortik says with a heavy sigh, stroking his beard with his thumb as he thinks. "Maybe the fish ate some of the diseased bodies, and then the people ate diseased fish. That's about all I can think might be at work - I'd warn the Folk away from fish, just to be safe until this pox passes."

He's silent for a moment as he collects his thoughts. "I'm sorry, friend. I prayed that the City would spare us this plague. I prayed that she would skip over our houses and spare our families and friends this pox. It never occurred to me that the most horrifying thing that could happen is that she would listen. Please...forgive me."

Hartleby pats you on the shoulder. "You have done nothing to apologize for, Ortik." His tone is trying to be reassuring, but there's a wavering in his voice. "But now that this sickness is here, we must all do our part in fighting it."

"I will tend to Ruck, and see if I can get him to say anything more about how he caught this disease. In the meantime, please take care of yourself--if the fish are truly the source of this blight, I will ensure that the Ffolk take all measures necessary to stay away from the fish..."


Male Slayer 8| AC 22 T 17 FF 16 | HP 73 | F +9 R +10 W +5 | Init +3 | Perc +11

Nalun catches up to Lyla and fills her in on what he has learned. "Mediogalti, curious place that"

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Halfling Alchemist 7/Swashbuckler 1 / HP 56 of 56 / F+6 R+13 W+2 / AC 21.17.15 (-1 AC vs. same size or smaller)/ Init. +3 / Perc +14

Rolls:
What does Lyla know about Mediogalti Island? Since she doesn't have Knolwedge (geography), I'am looking at what people say about it rather than what it really is.
Knowledge (local): 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (5) + 12 = 17

"Isn't it? And the Jeggare want to establish a trade route there. Anyway, that doesn't help us right now." Her train of thought is suddenly interrupted by Zellara calling out to her. She sits up with a look of surprise on her face, and then swiftly hops off of the chair. "Let's go, slim. Zellara wants to talk to us right now. Let's meet the others at her place." She picks ups the change from the counter and stuffs the coins in her pocket before heading out the door.


Male Slayer 8| AC 22 T 17 FF 16 | HP 73 | F +9 R +10 W +5 | Init +3 | Perc +11

Sure Nalun says, not quite understanding what Lyla is talking about. You want me to go get them and bring them to this Zellara's home?


Halfling Alchemist 7/Swashbuckler 1 / HP 56 of 56 / F+6 R+13 W+2 / AC 21.17.15 (-1 AC vs. same size or smaller)/ Init. +3 / Perc +14

"Well, Demitri and Karri are pretty much living at Zellara's, so they're probably already there. Ortik usually hangs with the Forgotten Folk, so maybe we should stop by and check if he's there before heading back." Nalun's reaction to the mention of the dead harrower reminds Lyla that he never had the chance to meet Zellara; with that in mind, she tries to explain the situation. "Alright, you don't know Madame Zellara. She's our—wait for it—ghost fortune teller." The girl lets the phrase hang in the air during a dramatic pause, letting the information sink in. "She's the one who got us together in the first place... you see, we were all screwed by Gaedren Lamm at some point, and so was she—the guy killed her son and, well, he killed her too. But her spirit lingers on inn her house and in here," she explains removing the harrow deck from one of her pockets. "She introduced us to each other—me, Karri, Demitri, Ortik and this other guy you don't know—wonder whatever happened to Jacob... guess he went back to his regular life after rescuing his sister...—anyway, that's Zellara, our very own Varisian fairy godmother, if you will. And she just told me that she needs to perform a reading for us."

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After clearing things up, Lyla leads the way to Old Hartleby's camp; walking side by side with Nalun, she spends time chatting casually and getting to know the man a little better. Not big on small talk herself, the halfling girl appreciates Nalun's straightforward demeanor.

Once they arrive at the Forgotten Folk camp, she asks around for Ortik, and is promptly forwarded to Hartleby's house. She looks at Nalun with a know-it-all grin on her face. "Told you he'd be here." The girl knocks on the door and cries out to her dwarf friend. "Hey, Ortik! We're going back to Zellara's, we need you to come with us! It's important... I think! Hey, are you in there?"

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Having recruited Ortik, she goes back to Zellara's to meet the rest of the group. After a quick greeting, she climbs one chair and puts the harrow deck on the table. "Guys, it looks like Z wants to have a word with us."


Male Slayer 8| AC 22 T 17 FF 16 | HP 73 | F +9 R +10 W +5 | Init +3 | Perc +11

Nalun looks disquieted, but that does explain alot. How else would such a disparate crew get put together...


Chelish Inquisitor 8 - HP: 67/67 - AC 24, T:13, FF:21 Fort: +10, Reflex: + 5, Will: +10 Perception: +15 (Effects:)

Lyla, Nalun, and Ortik walk in to find Demitri and Karri sitting down talking. The sounds of excited chirping and childish laughter can be heard from another room. "About what Lyla?"


Female Human Sorceror (Tattooed) 6 / Black Fire Adept 1 | HP 44 | AC 14 FF 12 T14 | Saves +6/+6/+8 | Init +6 (+10) | Percep +2

Frowning Karri answers Demitri question: "The plague." Oh, yes the death...


Halfling Alchemist 7/Swashbuckler 1 / HP 56 of 56 / F+6 R+13 W+2 / AC 21.17.15 (-1 AC vs. same size or smaller)/ Init. +3 / Perc +14

Lyla raises an eyebrow. "Yeah, probably the plague. She seemed worried, she doesn't usually reach out like that... like, she specifically told me she wanted to perform a reading. Usually what I get from her are more like emotions and stuff, but not messages like that. Must be important." The girl stares at the deck restlessly fiddling her fingers. "Actually, I was expecting that she'd materialize as soon as I put the deck down, so this is kind of anticlimatic for me..."


No One Cared Who She Was Until She Dealt the Cards

"Did you now?" Zellara's voice rings in Lyla's ear. The ghostly fortune-teller is leaning next to the halfling.

"At any rate, thank you for coming together here..." She waves her hand at her Harrow deck and beckons for the party to gather around.

With a snap of her fingers, the deck flies apart and cards whirl around the room, almost faster than the eye can see. It continues for a few short moments, then the cards reform into the deck. Nine cards float from the deck and lay face down on the table.

"Please, each of you choose one."


Male Slayer 8| AC 22 T 17 FF 16 | HP 73 | F +9 R +10 W +5 | Init +3 | Perc +11

Nalun is very discomfited but draws a card 1d9 ⇒ 7, the seventh one in the line.


Chelish Inquisitor 8 - HP: 67/67 - AC 24, T:13, FF:21 Fort: +10, Reflex: + 5, Will: +10 Perception: +15 (Effects:)

1d8 ⇒ 1 Demitri will take the first card.


Female Human Sorceror (Tattooed) 6 / Black Fire Adept 1 | HP 44 | AC 14 FF 12 T14 | Saves +6/+6/+8 | Init +6 (+10) | Percep +2

Card?: 1d7 ⇒ 4

Karri takes the middle card, feeling that somehow she is central to what is happening.


Halfling Alchemist 7/Swashbuckler 1 / HP 56 of 56 / F+6 R+13 W+2 / AC 21.17.15 (-1 AC vs. same size or smaller)/ Init. +3 / Perc +14

"Here", Lyla says, sliding the ninth card towards Zellara.


GM Who Must Be Feared & Obeyed (Or At Least Bribed With Cookies)

Ortik's Card: 1d5 ⇒ 4

Ortik takes the 6th card.

Major post incoming.


No One Cared Who She Was Until She Dealt the Cards

Zellara flips the cards you chose over.

Nalun's card is The Tangled Briar.

"Mmm. The Tangled Briar is a card that is symbolic of ancient deeds. It indicates the significance of a person or object from long ago, and that said person or object will have great influence on this situation. It usually means the object or person will be lost or murdered in some fashion." Zellara purses her lips. "Not the best of starts, but there you go."

Demitri's card is The Trumpet.

"The Trumpet, Demitri, is a card that is a declaration of power. It is an archon, a powerful force for good that throws itself into the thick of the worst situations imaginable, and damns the consequences." Zellara smiles and says nothing more.

Karri's card is The Teamster.

"The Teamster is a card that is symbolic of a driving external force that keeps someone going, no matter what comes their way. It can come from a physical or mental source, and can be for good or evil purposes."

Lyla's card is The Waxworks.

Zellara's face turns grim. "The Waxworks... a card symbolic of helplessness. A man's mind may be willing, but his flesh is frozen in terror. It's a card of torture & imprisonment, signifying paralysis of a literal or metaphorical sort."

Ortik's card is The Mountain Man.

"Hmm... the Mountain Man signifies an encounter with a physical power beyond one's control. It could take the form of an army, an earthquake, or something similar. Acquiescing to it may be wise, but surviving it is always of paramount importance."

With that, she begins shuffling anew...

Harrow Card Rolls:
Card 1 Suit: 1d6 ⇒ 1 Hammers
Card 2 Suit: 1d6 ⇒ 4 Books
Card 3 Suit: 1d6 ⇒ 4 Books
Card 4 Suit: 1d6 ⇒ 6 Crowns
Card 5 Suit: 1d6 ⇒ 4 Books
Card 6 Suit: 1d6 ⇒ 4 Books
Card 7 Suit: 1d6 ⇒ 6 Crowns
Card 8 Suit: 1d6 ⇒ 3 Shields
Card 9 Suit: 1d6 ⇒ 5 Stars

Card 1 Alignment: 1d9 ⇒ 9 CE
Card 2 Alignment: 1d9 ⇒ 5 N
Card 3 Alignment: 1d9 ⇒ 7 LE
Card 4 Alignment: 1d9 ⇒ 4 LN
Card 5 Alignment: 1d9 ⇒ 5 N
Card 5 Alignment Reroll: 1d9 ⇒ 6 CN
Card 6 Alignment: 1d9 ⇒ 9 CE
Card 7 Alignment: 1d9 ⇒ 2 NG
Card 8 Alignment: 1d9 ⇒ 6 CN
Card 9 Alignment: 1d9 ⇒ 1 LG


No One Cared Who She Was Until She Dealt the Cards

Harrow Cards Drawn:
Past Column
The Cyclone (Opposite Match!)
The Foreign Trader (Partial Match)
The Rakshasa (True Match!)
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Present Column
The Marriage
The Vision
The Snakebite (Partial Match)
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Future Column
The Theatre (Partial Match)
The Mountain Man (Role Card True Match!)
The Winged Serpent (Opposite Match!)

When Zellara stops shuffling her deck, she looks down at it with glowing blue eyes. She raises a hand, and the top nine cards of the deck lift off and arrange themselves in a nine-by-nine grid.

"First, let us see what the past had to offer us..."

The top left card turns over.

The Cyclone.

"The Cyclone, is it? A card normally symbolic of a force that destroys all in its path. This normally doesn't stem from the natural order, but from the plots of other intelligent beings." The fortuneteller taps her finger against her cheek. "However, it is an opposite match--this means that you all underwent a period of renewal after a difficult trial. All the madness that happened in the wake of King Eodred's death would be a prime example of such a trial, wouldn't it?"

The middle left card turns over.

The Foreign Trader.

"The Foreign Trader. A card of spies and peddlers." Zellara folds her arms. "This card deals with anyone who trades information for services--a bargain made in accordance with this card always comes true, but sometimes it does so in ways neither party ever intended."

The bottom left card flips over.

The Rakshasa.

Zellara's eyes widen and her face pales. "The Rakshasa… again? How many times has this card come up now? As always, it's symbolic of slavery in a mental or physical form… and this is the third time I've seen this card arrive in the spread. This is the first time, however, I've seen it as a True Match… it means that someone powerful is under the control of an external force."

She turns to the middle column. "Now, as for the p-present…" She takes a breath and snaps her fingers.

The top centre card flips over.

The Marriage.

Zellara breathes a sigh of relief. "The Marriage? This is a card that symbolizes the union of people, ideas, kingdoms and the like. See the child of the water weird & the salamander there?" She points out the baby in the diving helmet. "It symbolizes the possibility of new power coming forth from the union… for better or for worse. This is a card of permanent change, and considering it's in the Positive Present portion of the spread, the union is for the better." She gives the party another look. "I wonder if it pertains to your friendships…"

She turns back to the spread, and the central card flips over.

The Vision.

"Ah--The Vision is a card of arcane knowledge. Normally, it's symbolic of an encounter with madness or cryptic words. Odds are, an encounter with a genius or a madman is in your future."

The bottom centre card turns over.

The Snakebite.

Zellara winces. "The Snakebite… a symbol of poison in any form. The poison on the blade there represents the death of ideas and freedom, and turning friendships into bitter hatreds. I fear that with this sickness in the city, very drastic measures will be taken to contain it… keep your personal freedoms close, and never give them up."

"Now, what does the far future hold?" Zellara asks, turning over the top right card.

The Theatre.

"Well, some good news at last." The fortuneteller scratches her head. "A card of prophecy, and in this case, a good one. The puppets act out a scene, and the prophet watches everything unfold. I believe this means everything will work out for the better in the end."

The middle right card turns over.

The Mountain Man.

Zellara gives Ortik a knowing look. "It appears that you'll cross paths with a power beyond your control, Ortik. Whether it'll work out for the better or not isn't certain yet, but I have faith that you'll be able to survive it."

The bottom right card turns over.

The Winged Serpent.

"Oh… The Winged Serpent?" Zellara leans forward, interested. "A powerful being that bridges the gap between Knowledge & Wisdom. Unfortunately, it's an opposite match--meaning that a moment will come when someone will seize a moment in time to act, trying to effect change for the better. Suffice to say, it'll end very poorly for them."

She purses her lips and waves her hand. The cards return to the deck. A feeling of destiny settles on the party. It feels like the ghostly fortuneteller has pulled a few strings on Fate's harp to give you an edge.

Each PC gains 2 Harrow Points! I've put up what you can do with them in the Campaign Info tab.


GM Who Must Be Feared & Obeyed (Or At Least Bribed With Cookies)

So, does anyone have anything they want to say? Or would you like me to move us along?


Female Human Sorceror (Tattooed) 6 / Black Fire Adept 1 | HP 44 | AC 14 FF 12 T14 | Saves +6/+6/+8 | Init +6 (+10) | Percep +2

Rakshasa? You are powerful. Is this petty spook agreeing that I control you? Is she saying this is all your fault?

Karri shakes her head and Kasdaye goes silent. "Does this mean this plague was planned, that our little union here will fight it, but we will fail for lack of knowledge and wisdom?" She goes a little pale at the last bit, and her eyes go distant. [I]If that is true, it will be you that failed; I offer so much wise counsel.[/I


Chelish Inquisitor 8 - HP: 67/67 - AC 24, T:13, FF:21 Fort: +10, Reflex: + 5, Will: +10 Perception: +15 (Effects:)

"Yes, I'm a little confused as to what it all means exactly."


No One Cared Who She Was Until She Dealt the Cards

"I do not know." Zellara sighs. "But I fear it will come to pass as such. Unless any of you can find out more about what is causing this plague to spread, I'm certain it will consume this place entirely." She gives Nadia a worried look, causing the girl to shrink away.

"Do not act in haste--if you do, many more lives may be put in danger. Be prepared to have your personal freedoms put in jeopardy, and never lose sight of your goals. The cards claim things will work out for the better."

She looks back at her deck, and draws the Rakshasa card from it again. "Why is this card coming up so often?" She asks, more to herself than anyone else.


Chelish Inquisitor 8 - HP: 67/67 - AC 24, T:13, FF:21 Fort: +10, Reflex: + 5, Will: +10 Perception: +15 (Effects:)

"I don't know, but it likely doesn't bode well."


Female Human Sorceror (Tattooed) 6 / Black Fire Adept 1 | HP 44 | AC 14 FF 12 T14 | Saves +6/+6/+8 | Init +6 (+10) | Percep +2

I think that's me. Legion is pleased with what's happening these past days.... Karri looks nauseous.


No One Cared Who She Was Until She Dealt the Cards

Zellara looks between Karri & the Rakshasa card.

She doesn't say anything, but from the expression on her face, she's wondering the same thing herself.


Chelish Inquisitor 8 - HP: 67/67 - AC 24, T:13, FF:21 Fort: +10, Reflex: + 5, Will: +10 Perception: +15 (Effects:)

Demitri looks to Karri. "I don't believe that for a second. You control it, not the other way around."


Halfling Alchemist 7/Swashbuckler 1 / HP 56 of 56 / F+6 R+13 W+2 / AC 21.17.15 (-1 AC vs. same size or smaller)/ Init. +3 / Perc +14

Lyla stares at Karri with a puzzled look on her face. "Who the heck is Legion?"


Male Slayer 8| AC 22 T 17 FF 16 | HP 73 | F +9 R +10 W +5 | Init +3 | Perc +11

Nalun also doesn't know what is going on, but he is sure at least *one* of these people is completely insane. He fears it might be himself....for sticking around with them.

Nalun cannot help but wonder if his card is tied to Trinia...he thought he sent her to safety, but where is safe? He'd have to check on his contacts in Absalom, make absolutely certain she was ok.


Female Human Sorceror (Tattooed) 6 / Black Fire Adept 1 | HP 44 | AC 14 FF 12 T14 | Saves +6/+6/+8 | Init +6 (+10) | Percep +2

Karri doesn't make eye contact with anyone in the room, she says, "Legion is the thing that I am. It's the power that I wield." She chokes up, not able to find the right words to explain to Lyla (and Nalun, guessing by the look on his face) what Legion is.

Hahahahaha!!!


Halfling Alchemist 7/Swashbuckler 1 / HP 56 of 56 / F+6 R+13 W+2 / AC 21.17.15 (-1 AC vs. same size or smaller)/ Init. +3 / Perc +14

"Like, your magic comes from voices in your head, then?" Lyla asks smiling sideways. It takes a moment for her to grasp the severity of the subject, and as she becomes aware that her joke could be mistaken for mockery, the girl's face turns red while she sinks in her chair. "Oh. Sorry." She thinks of the card Zellara drew for her, The Waxworks, and its meaning. Torture and imprisonment. Lyla raises her eyes to meet Karri's. "What does it tell you, this Legion?"


Female Human Sorceror (Tattooed) 6 / Black Fire Adept 1 | HP 44 | AC 14 FF 12 T14 | Saves +6/+6/+8 | Init +6 (+10) | Percep +2

"Thank you." Karri tries to smile, but her heart is clearly not in it. "They showed me in dreams that this was coming. They hint that it is my doing. I doubt that, mostly, but I don't doubt that Zellara brought us here to help, and as long as I control my body, I will help Korvosa..." She stops abruptly, her eyes flashing glowing green for a moment. "...and I still do - you would do well to remember that!" A sheen of sweat breaks out across her brow. As if the outburst had never happened, Karri continues, "...help Korvosa to get passed even a plague. I have made promises." She nods to Madame Zellara, then to Demitri.


Chelish Inquisitor 8 - HP: 67/67 - AC 24, T:13, FF:21 Fort: +10, Reflex: + 5, Will: +10 Perception: +15 (Effects:)

Demitri nods back. "I believe in you."


No One Cared Who She Was Until She Dealt the Cards

Zellara gives Karri a sympathetic look. "I know you can."

I'll move us along to the next day shortly. Has anyone seen Ortik?


GM Who Must Be Feared & Obeyed (Or At Least Bribed With Cookies)

Moving along.

Zellara fades away, her deck glowing briefly before returning to normal.

If anyone else has other conversations or such to add, please put them in spoilers for yesterday.

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Starday, 4th of Pharast, 4711 AR

The morning is heralded by bouts of coughing and cries of pain from outdoors. A loud rapping can be heard from one of the windows of Zellara's home--a very worried Majenko has a scroll in his mouth.


Chelish Inquisitor 8 - HP: 67/67 - AC 24, T:13, FF:21 Fort: +10, Reflex: + 5, Will: +10 Perception: +15 (Effects:)

Demitri goes up to the window to let the small pseudodragon in.


"Chirp chirp! Purr..."

Majenko flies in and settles on the nearby nightstand The little dragon's eyes are wild with fear. <Thankyou thankyou. Peoplegetting worse. Where'sLyla?>

He drops the scroll on the nightstand and flutters his wings.


Dwarven Druid (Urban) 8 - HP: 71/73 - AC 17/T:11/FF:16 Fort: +10, Reflex: +5, Will: +11; Perception: +9

"Wait, Karri - Legion is showing you these visions of plague?", Ortik says, concerned. "My mentor, Hartleby, has also been receiving visions warning of ill tidings. The city has often whispered to him, but never so often, and never so strongly as it has in the last month. The two might be connected. His vision was that of a hippogriff dying of festering wounds. What was yours?"


Female Human Sorceror (Tattooed) 6 / Black Fire Adept 1 | HP 44 | AC 14 FF 12 T14 | Saves +6/+6/+8 | Init +6 (+10) | Percep +2

Karri frowns in what could be construed as condescension. "No, Legion and the city are not the same thing. My nightmare" dream "was of the harbor filled with corpses." Not going to tell him how excited you are about all these fleshlings capering to their rewards while you live on, strong as you are? "We have to find a way to help, but I don't think just curing the sick will be enough. I don't have any good ideas for how to help." She holds up her hands, showing how helpless she feels in the face of such a degree of death.


Male Slayer 8| AC 22 T 17 FF 16 | HP 73 | F +9 R +10 W +5 | Init +3 | Perc +11

Nalun grimaces at the description of the "dreams" And I thought my dream of a day with no ale were bad... Nalun picks up the scroll and looks it over.


GM Who Must Be Feared & Obeyed (Or At Least Bribed With Cookies)

GM Rolls:
1d20 - 3 + 4 ⇒ (14) - 3 + 4 = 15
1d20 - 3 + 4 ⇒ (13) - 3 + 4 = 14

The scroll reads as follows...

Scroll:
Lyla,

Brienna is getting sicker. Please come as soon as you can.

RSVP,
Sergeant Grau Soldado


Halfling Alchemist 7/Swashbuckler 1 / HP 56 of 56 / F+6 R+13 W+2 / AC 21.17.15 (-1 AC vs. same size or smaller)/ Init. +3 / Perc +14

After Zellara's reading, Lyla excuses herself and heads to her family's newly rented house. Once there, she explains to them the situation concerning the plague and gives instructions to keep everyone safe. Leaving enough supplies for the next days, she bids them good night and goes back to Althea's to spend the night. She finds the old lady working late, brewing ointments and remedies; she, too has tended to some of the sick, and the two spend a little time talking about their day before Lyla heads to bed, exhausted. Unlike her regular mornings, when the girl has a lot of trouble gathering the strength to stave off the sleepiness and get up, she springs out of bed as soon as the sun enters her room, restless about the whole situation. She prepares her gear and goes back to Zellara's, where the group should be making plans for the day.

She enters Zellara's living room to find Demitri, Karri, and Majenko watching Nalun unroll a scroll. "What's new?"


Chelish Inquisitor 8 - HP: 67/67 - AC 24, T:13, FF:21 Fort: +10, Reflex: + 5, Will: +10 Perception: +15 (Effects:)

"Majenko brought a note for you."


Dwarven Druid (Urban) 8 - HP: 71/73 - AC 17/T:11/FF:16 Fort: +10, Reflex: +5, Will: +11; Perception: +9

"Never suggested they were, Karri," Ortik says, bristling at the sorceress' ice. "But they're both giving vague whispers of a bad future, and we'd all be fools to ignore such portents. As for curing the sick, that's neither of our specialties. That's in more capable, and smaller, hands than ours."


Halfling Alchemist 7/Swashbuckler 1 / HP 56 of 56 / F+6 R+13 W+2 / AC 21.17.15 (-1 AC vs. same size or smaller)/ Init. +3 / Perc +14

"A note? Is this it?", she asks, snatching the scroll from Nalun's hands. She reads the message with growing concern. "Uh-oh. It's Soldado's niece." She raises her head and looks at the group. "She's getting worse. I'll go check on her again. If you wanna come, this is a good opportunity to see what we're up against."


Chelish Inquisitor 8 - HP: 67/67 - AC 24, T:13, FF:21 Fort: +10, Reflex: + 5, Will: +10 Perception: +15 (Effects:)

"We should all go."


Dwarven Druid (Urban) 8 - HP: 71/73 - AC 17/T:11/FF:16 Fort: +10, Reflex: +5, Will: +11; Perception: +9

Ortik winces as he hears the news from Lyla. "Yes...I'd like to come. Are there any precautions we need to take?"


Halfling Alchemist 7/Swashbuckler 1 / HP 56 of 56 / F+6 R+13 W+2 / AC 21.17.15 (-1 AC vs. same size or smaller)/ Init. +3 / Perc +14

"Yeah... don't touch anything, basically. Some cloth to cover your mouths and noses wouldn't hurt, either."


GM Who Must Be Feared & Obeyed (Or At Least Bribed With Cookies)

Once preparations have been made, Lyla (and anyone else who wishes to go with her) sets out for the Soldado home.

The streets leading there look even worse off than they were yesterday. Poor men and women shuffle about, keeping to the sides of the street, coughing into their dirty sleeves and scratching at the sores on their necks. The sickness afflicting them seems to have spread to their other extremities--the rash that once was visible on their necks has spread to their arms and legs in red, angry blotches. The other people on the street who are still healthy are giving the coughing, rash-ridden ones as wide a berth as possible. Some of them are muttering prayers under their breath as they go.

When Lyla & company reach the Soldado home, the first thing they notice is a heated argument between the good sergeant and a familiar priest of Abadar on the house's front doorstep. Sergeant Soldado is looking even more harried than when Lyla last saw him, and Acolyte Dhatri looks even more torn. The priest is trying his best to calm the man down...

"I can't believe you, Ishani. I thought we were friends--"

"Grau, please, I understand how difficult this is, but--"

"No, you clearly don't. If you did, you'd actually HELP me instead of trying to bleed my sister's wallet dry for a f@~#ing stupid reason."

"Grau, this isn't as simple as healing a cut or a bruise--curing a disease this bad requires more of the Golden One's favour than that. And the tenets of His faith dictate--"

"Ishani, she's a child!"

Suffice to say, he's not doing a good job of it.


Chelish Inquisitor 8 - HP: 67/67 - AC 24, T:13, FF:21 Fort: +10, Reflex: + 5, Will: +10 Perception: +15 (Effects:)

"I believe everyone should stay calm." Demitri says to the pair though he doesn't think he would be calm if it was Nadia. He was just glad she was spending time with Majenko. The pseudodragon deserved a raise or just pay in general. He will have to get something for the little creature.

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