outside the shop Fulito was studying a map of the region muttering something about darkwood vale and a logging camp.
He frequently looks around as though trying to get his bearings
that vale is the oldest section of the forest, I wonder if the loggers would know more? he says to himself.
As Bedlam returns outside, he looks for the Gnome.
Hey there, Ferrywarden is it? You feel like taking a trip to visit an Old Lady?
As Bedlam returns outside, he looks for the Gnome.
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Hey there, Ferrywarden is it? You feel like taking a trip to visit an Old Lady?
ahhh, why would i want to see an Old lady?
Fulito thinks a moment wait a minute, is this a trick? look I may be small but I'm not a child and any witch you may be thinking of selling me to would know better
Bedlam's eyes narrow a bit and he begins to reach for the gnome, but stops himself almost before he begins.
He sighs!
Bedlam looks to Cold Eyes with gratitude.
Aye, we need to find her for giving us some whereabouts of them herbs to cure these folk. We could use yer help...
He thinks: ...and yer map!.
Fulito thinks a moment.
let me see now, Cold there admits she's a witch, you say you could use my help. hmmmm, what about the logging camp just on the outskirts of the vale?
Fulito contemplates his options once more.
I'll join your merry band, but only because I never met a witch before
Bedlam sighs.
need to brush up on my racial interactions, I think. Well, I did just leave the mountains so.....
Thank you mt good--Halfling--and I just know that we will make a great team. Right Cold Eyes?
Bedlam motions to Ferryward.
May I view your map Fulito?
Fulito hands him the worn out map complete with mud stains rain damage maybe a spec of mold in a section but overall mostly readable.
the most obvious thing on the map though is the north indication is hand drawn and is indicating the wrong direction as north.
Here ya go It isn't that great of a map but it does work for me
"Bedlam, and Cold eyes both take a look at Fulito's Map, neither one of them Knowing much about Geography or the Local area can make out from the map, where it is they should be going.."
"Are ye sure we be wantin' to deal wit' a witch for infermation, at a cost; rather than loggers wit'out?" Morzul asks of his newfound companions. He also takes a gander at the map. The alcohol may affect his interpretation.
Bedlam glances at Morzul, grins, and then shrugs his shoulders.
Aye, mayhaps a visit to the loggers would give some more information to the whereabouts of the oldest tree in the forest for the first ingredient.
Morzul nods sagely in acknowledgement of the compliment. "Loggers it be then."
Fulito just rolls his eyes and takes his map back.
funny, i can remember saying something like that not to long ago, wierd huh?
Bedlam smiles at the Halfling and winks:
What a grand idea, friends. Off to the loggers we go!
"Having Gotten most of the information that they can about the milady afflicting the town, and charged with finding some obscure ingredients for a hopeful cure, the companions, outfit themselves for their journey ahead at the local shops, and soon are ready to depart..their destination..the logging camp, where they hope to learn additional information on the location of the ingredients they seek"
Morzul, confident as ever, staggers to the front. "Don't ye worry fellas, me 'n the miniature dwarf 'ere will takes the lead!" He slaps Fulito on the back and walks with him. "He's got tha map, and I can keep 'im safe."
"Being that it is starting to get a little late, and not wanting to try and find the logging camp in the dark the group decides that it would be best to head out in the morning, and spends the night at the local inn. In the morning, feeling well rested they begin their journey out into the vale in search of the the logging camp"
"Sometime around mid morning,As they make their way North East towards what they believe to be the camp, (or as well as they can tell by the map), the find themselves trodding through a rather think bit of moorland. As they stop for a moment to take a break, something big moves in the weeds and brush behind them"
Morzul snaps to, and looks in the direction of the noise.
Morzul draws a chakram.
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Bedlam watches the surrounding wilderness as the group marches along.
He also in mumbling to himself about not being in the lead, as he is a Ranger.
See that there? That be a willowbug. See that there? That be a whooping bush. See that there? That be a...noise!
"Morzul,Bendorf and Bedlam Notice a Giant Moor Snake, who had been sunning itself as the party approached, slithering away through the bushes, too lethargic from its afternoon sunbath to attempt to fight, Bedlam attempts to track the beast, but looses the trail after about 20 yeards"
"After the snake leaves the party continues on, making it to the lumber camp by mid afternoon."
"The Lumber Consortium Camp cuts an ugly scar of stumps into a dense stand of proud darkwood trees. Five sturdy-looking log buildings—
seemingly a bunkhouse, meal hall, office, barn,and smithy—stand with numerous wide carts and sleds amid the sawdust-covered clearing."
"As the Party enters the camp they are stopped by several of the Logging companies workers"
" Halt!!..this area is off limits to non-employees, We are not currently looking for help,and we have no time or resources to spear if your looking for a handout!, SO OFF WITH YOU!"
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Bendorf studies the men to try and see if they are showing signs of aggression or if they will attack the group.
Bendorf's lack of perception allows him to barely see that there are men in front of the group talking.
Bendorf says to himself, "Hmmm, maybe me needs a box to stand on so I can hear and see better."
Morzul approaches the group, checking their body language for signs of aggression. "Hello good sirs! We just be passin' through, and 'ave a couple o' questions for some fine, upstanding, loggermen such as yerselves!"
Bedlam begins to whistle. As he is whistling, he is looking around at the buildings--seemingly marveling at the workmanship.
Me like what yous done here. Aye, using darkwoood to fortify the building. Smart.
Bedlam casually walks up to a darkwood tree near by and rubs his hand along the trunk.
He then looks back at the group.
You see fellas. This be the stuff to build with, aye!
Bowing to the loggers.
So we were wondering about this forest. And we be asking ourselves if we be wondering about this forest who be the experts to ask? So wes be coming here to ask the experts--you!
Fulito was tending his pony when the loggers approach.
now you stay calm flim. Okay?
He looks to the loggers approaching them pulling out his journal book.
Hello good sirs, allow me to introduce myself, I am Fulito Ferrywarden, bard of the River Kingdoms, chronicler of events and happenings world wide. I am here to chroniclle the forest of this vale and seek the oldest tree of the woods as well as recirding the importance of those that tend and harvest the wood contained within. May we borrow a bit of your time?
Fulito prepares to record his response in his book
Fuilto makes a Local Knowledge check and recalls hearing something about the Logging Camp Foreman Being a very impatient man, but susceptible to bribery.
Rikkil Makes an Intelligence Check and Recalls Laural mentioning a man from the logging camp named Milon Rhoddham, who came to the shop looking for a cure for his nephew..
Fulito Suggests that we seek out the foreman of the camp for more information.
Rikkil Suggests that we look for Milon Rhoddam Since Laurel seemed to think he was an excellent source of information.
"Fella's Look, we spend all of our time here in this camp, processing the wood for the consortium, we don't know anything about the towns, and very few of us go out into the woods to harvest so we don't know much about these woods either, we are just workers here trying to make some coin for our families..
Bedlam glances at the Bard to see if his skills work....
"Alright ladsh, how'sh about a shilver apiece ta talk to yer foreman, and another ta talk to a Milon?"
The men look at Fulito and give him Strange looks the leader scratches his head and says:
"uh...We don't know nothing about the Oldest tree in the woods, or anything else..we just work here..your gonna want to talk to the foreman if you need that kind of information..I can take you to his office if you want, but be warned hes very impatient and very busy, and doesn't have a lot of time for small talk.."
As the leader offers to take them to the foreman's office, one of the other men takes the 1sp from Morzul puts in in his pocket and says sarcastically:
"Thanks for the donation..ill try not to spend it all in one place..keep the other..i have no clue where Milon is."
With that the leader of the group takes them to the Foreman's office, as he starts to leave he says:
"I'll go get Jarlben, he be here in a few minutes.."
As you look around the foreman's filthy office, you notice it is thickly decorated with taxidermies of fierce forest animals.
Grimacing at all the 'trophies', Bedlam's face turns an angry reddish the longer he stands there.
Mayhaps, we be waiting outside? This office be making me...uncomfortable.
Bedlam exits the office to wait for the foreman outside.
a few minutes later a big burly looking man comes marching into the office, takes a look at everyone and scowls:
"Alright, what is that you want..I don't have time to beat around the bush, and i swear to the Gods if you are here to waste my time..ill chop every last one of ye into bits and use ye as chum!!"..
Morzul holds up another silver coin. "We be sheekin' the oldest tree in the forest. Tell us where it be, and ye'll have ush outta yer hair." He says, taking a large swig of ale and belching loudly at his conclusion.
The foreman Laughes at Morzul..
"..HAHAHAA..You'll have to do a lot better than 1 sp Son if you want me to tell you anything..you're wasting my time.."
" The foreman is starting to get visably agitated.."
Bedlam stands outside in front of the entrance, blocking any from entering.
He is looking for any who do take an unusual notice to the happenings inside.
The foreman Looks at the Dwarf and his companions, and sizes them up, you can tell he feels intimidated..a positions that he is not accustomed to..he says:
" Alright then lad's no need to get your hair in a dander..I've got the information you need right here"..
The foreman walks calmly over to his desk and opens the drawer, inside he retrieves a small silver bell, he turns back and looks at the Companions and rings the bell..the bell rings out loud and true, amazingly loud in fact for such a small bell..he then sets it down back in the desk drawer and turns back to the companions..they see he has a sly smile upon his face.
Moments later, you hear a loud noise outside and the door to the office burst open and before you can act, 20 men appear, all carrying axes and looking rather irate the shear number of them being too much for the dwarf at the door to block, Bedlam gets pushed to the side and surrounded...as they shuffle into and around the office..the foreman looks back over at the Companions..and says:
"You were saying something about things getting ugly master Dwarf?..now lets try this again shall we?
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At the sight of the odds being overwhelmingly out of the groups favor Bendorf calms a bit and tries to defuse the situation and says, "Now now fella, there be no reason to be hasty. We just be searching for some medicines to cure the towns folk and been told you laddies might be pointing us in the right direction."
Foreman:
"That's what I thought you might be thinking there, I knew you could be reasonable..now lets see..where were we?..AH..I remember..you were asking me about some information....and you was just about to make a nice donation...is that right?"
"..he looks at the group and holds his hand out..with a nasty looking smile on his face..."