Xaaon's Curse of the Crimson Throne
Game Master Xaaon of Xen'Drik

"Aye but iffen he shows yah then hes got a duty tah kill yah err jus wait fer tha disease tah does it."

"Preferably a backdoor that few know about, as people in this state will want treatment badly and will want in through any door."

I'll be away again until Wednesday night, with limited access to Internet.

Gotta get these installed on my phone so I have the PDF available at work(can only check stuff at lunch here...heh)...will update tonight

Exceptional!? We've just told him three of us got infected...

nik'o tries to keep a smiling face, despite the sweat and the trembling.

Ishani looks over Nik'o and the others: "You're in the early stages, you might be able to fight it off before it continues."

"There is no easy exit, through the catacombs would only take a few hours if Brother Vallen was in the city, he knows the catacombs like the back of his hand, but without him guiding us, we could be lost for days."

"Days in tha catacombs sounds better tha days in tha streets o tha city!"

Sgt. Drakus mops his brow.
"Well, yer call Bishop. If the crowd turns ugly I can't promise we'll be able to power through them with the force we have; though I promise I'll fight to the death to do it."

sweating a bit
"A good question to ask is,
does anything live in the catacombs?"

"Days in the catacombs with infected people, I think I'd pass."

Anything live in the catacombs? Make a Knowledge(local) check

"Usual crap I bet."

"Yah gots any spells tah get us maybe up an over tha crowds"

"Gregor, have you heard of anything living down in the catacombs?"

Know Local 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (4) + 14 = 18

Gregor considers it for a moment before responding, "Well' there's always the number of otyugh sightings reported. The tend to be high, but there's no telling if there's really that many or a few that get seen frequently. Regardless, I think the filth of the undercity could only be worse for our three sickened allies. Just making it out a side door, keeping the Brother as covered as we can in his vestments, may just be our best course of action."

know(Local):

1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17

"I was hoping what I heard and knew was wrong, but it's not."

Nik'o offers: "If it can help, I could use sorcery on the crowd, wrapping them in spider webbing. But I doubt it will improve their mood..."

"What about the roofs?"

"I dont like tha roof, but it might werk."

"Only problem is the roofs are also like the streets."

"The problem with the roofs is jumping from a Cathedral to the regular rooftops could....well...kill us."

"That as well."

"Jumpin sucks, a strong knotted rope or sturdy chain would werk better!"

Nik'o produces her disarming pout, to fend off the dismissive comments.

"Well then, back into the throng?" Marra beams as she flips open her razor.

Sgt. Drakus shakes his head.
"Bah. We waste time."
He hefts his door sized shield.
"Let's go."

He will wait until people get into formation and then march straight ahead.

"Shall I use enchantments on the crowd?"

"Someone remind me tah get 20 foot o chain."

Please note I'll be away from Friday to Monday.

No prob Nik'o, you guys haven't decided how to proceed as yet...I'm working more OT this weekend anyway.

Decide how you're proceeding and we'll continue, been waiting on your decision.

Sgt. Drakus stands up.
"Alright! Everyone in escort formation!" He barks out, his patience worn through.
Bishop! Yer in the middle. No one will touch you, my word on it."
He picks up his shield and bardiche.
"Now. Out the door and up the road to the Field Marshal's headquarters. Let's go!"

"Lookit him goes."

Takes up the rear and out the doors.

"I'll will take the right"

Gregor nods approvingly at Drakus' orders, agreeing that they tend to spend too much time trying to come up with random plans, and not enough time just accomplishing the mission. "I have rear guard. Sgt Drakus, are you good in the lead, if you are still feeling unwell I can be point man?" Gregor asks, letting the man decide for himself, so as to not try and undermine him by demanding. "Remember all, stay close to our ward, nice tight formation, no gaps for interlopers."

"I'll be fine." Sgt. Drakus snaps, clearly not 100 percent.
He will begin the parade as he motions the acolytes to fling the doos open for us. He marches forward.

Out to the street and up the road to the Castle (or wherever the Field Marshall makes her Headquarters).

"Indeed tha day looks better already!"

Nik'o tries to remain in the middle with the priest, hoping not to have to use arcane magic against the crowd.

Sorry all been battling that darned cold while working overtime over the weekend....sucks that the game got put on hold while you all reacted so fast, my apologies again...

As you exit the church ready for the surge of the sick, it quickly becomes apparent something is up, dozens of city guard are pushing back the throng of the ill. As a group of crow masked individuals is escorted through the city. With Gregor and Drakus there, you're easily able to tuck into the escort and make it to the Citadel relatively unhindered. You find out that these are the assistants to the Doctor that Field Marshall Croft had told you of...the City guard being drafted into escort duty for these physicians as they're being called, each dressed in a crow faced mask with goggles, a thick leather long coat and carrying a leather bag, they appear to be a macabre troupe...something wicked from a children's tale.

Nik'o looks in complete curiosity at the strange figures. "These suits are certainly having an effect. It can't be too good for morale though..."

As she enters the Citadel, she ponders her relative luck, as she definitely looked for purpose, but may very well die from it.

She looks around to see whether the guards are expecting them.

"Agreed, those get-ups are definitely on the creepy end of the spectrum."

"What tha f%&+!"
Exclaims Donagar as he stops, points and stares with little regard for diplomacy........at the crow-masked men......

Sgt. Drakus ignores the strange appearance of the doctors.
Probably a new damn fashion trend from Taldor or something. He thinks to himself. He had enough to do concentrating on keeping his limbs from trembling with the exertion.