Where and when did I see the eyes?
"Well...I don't want to start raising suspicions, but Babrick himself escorted me to the shrine. While in my prayers, I could have sworn he was talking to someone and he made no mention of it on our way back. It may be nothing, but perhaps the two incidents are related."Valen shrugs to indicate his lack of certainty.
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The eyes I saw, it was as though they were floating, up near the ceiling. Now that I think of it, they definitely had a very feline look to them. I am pretty sure it was while Valen was gone paying his respects to the Grey Lady.
"Very odd occurrences indeed. Best to keep it in mind, but I can think of little to nothing to be done without more information."
Alexa looks from Vaghn to Valen:
Neither of you have heard of a creature that would have such catlike eyes and the ability to fly and or turn invisible?
Valen rubs his chin and ponders his past studies to see if he remembers any such creature or creatures.
Does Madeline notice any strange wildlife within the inn?
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Madeline will compliment the owner of the establishment,
For having such a contented 'mouser' about to keep control of any vermin problems. Indicating the sleeping feline in the rafters.
Valen looks Alexa and the others, and then speaks low - cradling his mug."Well...barring anything as simple as a cat(as Madeline's comment implies), what you've described could be many things. My instinct is that it might be an imp - small creatures of devilish origins. I have heard stories they can serve familiars to spellcasters - somewhat the way Spark is Alexa's companion would be my guess. The question is he someone's servant or just a pest in Babrick's inn"
A little more aware now, Valen also glances around the room to see if he notices anything as well.
Looking up into the rafters to see what Madeline is talking about, Weehawk touches a piece of iron and mutters a prayer under his breath to ward off any evil spirits.
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Babrick, before departing for bed, looks at Madeline and says, "Aye, that mouser is Mr. Brimstone, a Black-Tailed Tabby from Chelix. I adopted him years ago after his owner was arrested for witchcraft and taken to Fort Palestone. He's an odd cat, but keeps the whole place free of vermin and barely makes a sound. I've had a few passersby - mostly the robed sort - make offers to take him off my hands, but I've never really felt compelled to accept any offers. He's a good cat."
Uncertain what exactly this cat from Cheliax might be, Alexa adjusts her senses attempting to discern whether it has origins that are not exactly natural.
Spirit Sense allows me to detect undead; fey; outsiders; and astral, ethereal, or incorporeal creatures. I don't think that I can discern what type I am detecting, just that it is something not really of the natural world. We can change it so that I have to attempt to detect a certain type of creature if you would like.
Valen - seeing the cat now- looks at the others for feedback. If his guess is at all correct, he decides to try a different tack. Looking at the cat and also in the direction Babrick, he begins speaking in a different language hoping to get some response. It is a crisp, guttural tone as the words roil from him.
If you can understand me, can you tell me what is going? I have been told that the residents of Cheliax are often familiar with this language.
Alexa shakes her head.
To my senses, it is nothing more than an ordinary cat. If it is something more, then it is shielded from my senses.
Madeline offers Valen a drink of something...
Vaghn mutters a quick spell and peers up at the lounging feline.
"Just an old tom, I'd say." Vaghn tosses a bit of meat from his pie on the floor a little ways away as apology for suspecting the amiable creature.
Alexa looks at the cat:
Many druid are skilled at communicating with animals such as the cat. Unfortunately, I never gained this skill.
She then sighs and turns back to the food before her on the table.
Muttering only to those at the table so as to not offend Babrick
Mowser or no - black cat is a bad omen in me book...
Saying this he touches an iron hob nail on the side of table again.
Valen shrugs as well. "Nothing more I can add at this time, either - be it ill luck or no. Thank you, Lady Madeline," he finishes as we takes the offered drink.
If Babrick still wants the blessing, Valen will do so via spell or ceremony once the patrons have left for the evening. Also - to make sure something they can't currently see is present, he will prepare and cast Invisibility Purge before working on the blessing.
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Your group settles in the for the evening, the strange events in the inn - notably the black cat and your reaction to it - finally washing over you like stale mead. When the rest of the tavern wanders out (or up into their rooms), Babrick waits on you personally, standing aside Valen as he prepares his items for the ceremonial blessing.
"I do appreciate this. It isn't often a Priest of the Grey Lady wanders in here, much less honors us with her blessing. It'll help us all sleep at night, with her watchful eye upon us, that's for sure."
Then, he quiets down and lets Valen cast his spells and perform his rite.
About twenty minutes later, when all is said and done, Babrick smiles and thanks you all once more.
"I really do appreciate it, sir. Thank you."
Then, without another word, he wanders behind the bar and steps into a back room. You hear a door gently close and a candle go out.
From the rafters, the black cat looks down, one of its yellow eyes barely open, and purrs. A moment later, it shuts that eye and rests its head, apparently asleep.
Madeline as well smiles at Valen.
"Well...t'is late and the morrow beckons." She says, standing, bowing to her friends before heading off to which ever room she's been assigned.
On the other the grief and such pointed out by all in regards to Smith's "Otherness" has me wanting to simply 'Fit in', tuck him away in a box, effectively, and get this part of the adventure over with.
So...using the whim and divination of the dice I shall put Smith away for now.
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Random NPC1:"Here...Miss? Where that feller who were leadin' yer horse in get to?" *Looks around*
Madeline: *Waves hand dismissively* "Bah...that's the trouble with hiring good help these days. Lout is probably sleeping off some bawdy house some where." *Sniffs in disdain*
"Let the wretch catch my troupe up. There'll be dockets removed from his pay, let me tell you." Frowns as she contemplate more important matters...
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ME: So after checking the cat out thoroughly I am going to not worry about the cat anymore
RGM: As soon as you look away, the cat jumps down and rips your face off
RGM: The cat is now snacking on your face... what do you do?
ME: Can I roll initiative?
RGM: You can.... after the cat's buddies, a pack of dire were-hamsters, finish back stabbing you
ME: Ouch - why didn't we get to notice those?
RGM: You were busy staring at the cat, no one noticed the were-hamsters or dire-guinea pigs
ME: Dire Gunea pigs?
RGM: Yeah .. tons of 'em...
ME: oh my.... <end scene>
Valen - a little tired after traveling and doing the Lady's work - merely nods and gives a small smile at the thanks. At the black cat he gives a glance and mutters,"Good hunting, Herr Mouser" before heading off to bed.
Weehawk sleeps with one hand on his sword and his shield close by
Weehawk, arises, dons his travelling clothes and heads to the stables to check on Mule - he then returns to breakfast table.
Alexa awakes and goes downstairs early. She heads outside to breathe in some fresh morning air after the night in the stuffy confines of the inn. Although the smell of civilization is about, this early in the morning, the quiet is relaxing. After spending a period enjoying what nature she can find in the town, she returns back inside to see whether the rest of the group is up to.
After having his morning tea, Vaghn takes some time to thoroughly wash his travel leathers. Once all sorted out, he meets up with the others, whistling a jaunty tune.
Madeline awakens at her usual time come the morning.
She comes down for breakfast having made the most of the bathing facilitates on offer, though her gaze seems slightly distant and, occasionally, it seems like she is awaiting some one to help her with minor things. Before remembering her palace and..say...shifting her down chair to be seated upon.
When Alexa returns to the Inn, most of the others are already downstairs. Not surprisingly, Alexa seems to have acquired more nature about herself. Her hands look as though she has been playing in the mud and somehow she now has a bird feather, in addition to several twigs and a leaf, poking out of her disheveled hair.
So, are about ready to move on? This town is just going to sit here, and sitting here is not going to get us to the University any faster.
Me gear is ready - a'ter brek, I be headin' to get Mule ready fer de travel
Turning to Babrick
Tank ye fer makin' us feel welcome - and let yer nephew Jerimiah know I tank him as well, that is if I don' see him on de way out
After breakfast loads up Mule - pays the stable boy and heads out to wait for the others
Madeline nods and indicates that Babrik should not be waiting for any one and to go ahead and serve the breakfast. At Weehakw's words Madeline sighs and goes to take care of the details regarding her pony.
She leads it to where the others are gathering in preparation to leave town.