Nevynxxx's CotCT (Inactive)

Game Master Nevynxxx

Erik restrains the urge to pump his fist in the air and let out a yell of celebration as Gwen and Bordan make it through. Instead, he meekly keeps on walking till the others catch up with them a block or so later.

Rojerick raises an eyebrow, gesturing below his waist at a few nearby beggars. "Does that look familiar?" He points again, trying to make their apparent illness plain to see. "We could have a problem here..."

The rest of the journey passes fairly quietly. There is a long wait at the city gate, with much complaining and shouting, by both the guards and the people trying to get in and out. Eventually though, both groups are allowed through with no issue. Once outside the vast planes beyond Korvosa open up, and the road ahead looks clear.

Thus did we officially become outlaws. I know the road to Hell is paved with good intentions; I just pray that we have made the right call here...

Once through the gates, Basil relaxes slightly, but still manages to look dour.

"Right then. Let's get this over with..."

Once you get a mile or so from Korvosa. Trinia visibly relaxes. She removes the hat of disguise and hands it back to Erik. She's still reasonably well disguised from her own efforts though.

"I think I'm fine from here on my own. The farm where I get help is 5 or so miles down here, and should be pretty easy to find. Thank you, for all of your help. I hope things go better well for you, and for Korvosa. "

Not so fast Missy, we're not just leaving you on the road here, Borden says before turning to the rest, Or are we?

Erik shakes his head. "I'm afraid we must insist on accompanying you all the way. I wouldn't be able to live with the doubt of not knowing if you'd made it safely without seeing you to the doorstep."

He smiles sweetly at her. "Shall we?"

"Ok, may as well get on then!"

Rojerick nods in agreement. "I think it would be safest if you got far, far away from the city, Miss Sabor. It feels like something bad is happening."

As they walk, he turns to the others. "I saw a few people in town that had symptoms of this illness Miss Tayce's daughter had. I recommend that tomorrow, at first light, we head to one of the temples and let them know so they can decide what to do about it. We can't control their actions, but we can give them warning."

He pauses. "That brings me to an important question. Do you want to stay in the city through this? I have faith that Sarenrae's grace will protect me, and that I can see my daughter through it, and I'd like to stay for those who can't leave. Yes, Borden, like Tayce and her children. Maybe I can help. But, if it's spreading through the city, the worst is going to happen soon. If you want to leave, I won't blame you, or hold a grudge." Though his words are mild, his eyes flash in barely-concealed anger as he finishes. "So, what will it be?"

"Oh, yes, the plan is to get to the farm at Harse, and then from there I'll move further away from the city. Even Vencarlo wont know where I am then, but he'll be able to get message to me if it becomes safe."

As Roj continues, Trin looks concerned, but doesn't interfere in the conversation.

Erik raises an eyebrow at Trin. "I thought the plan was for you to stay put at the farm? Now you're disappearing altogether?"

Sense Motive on Trin - what's she hiding?: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 1 = 21

Turning to Roj, Erik clearly looks a little queasy but then nods. "I'll do what I can to help, though there's precious little I know about disease. Um. This is definitely tied to that plague ship, right? What if its wreck is poisoning the water?"

Knowledge Nature - could that be happening?: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21

It's an awefully quiet walk ;)Anything else you want to discuss, or should I cut to the chase?[/ooc]

Trinnia is safely delivered to a small farm at Harsk, and a welcoming family, looking safe, and happy. The trip back into Korvosa is uneventful, though by the time you arrive, it's late evening.

Basil sighs, wearily.

"Come on - let's head home. I need to rest my feet; preferably in a tub of warm water..."

Not a bad idea but I think I need to rest my tongue... in a tankard or three of ale.

What do we do now? Report to the Field Marshall about the plague or do some more digging around ourselves?

"I don't think it would be a good idea to ignore this situation. However, it's late. Let's see if we can find a guard patrol and let them know, and we'll pay Kroft a visit in the morning, just before the temples. Everyone who can do something should know, but it would just serve to panic people if we told everyone who can't."

A guard patrol isn't too hard to find in Korvosa these days, and given the message it's easy enough to retire home.

Anything else you want to do before morning?

Erik tells the others he's just going to go look at the harbor for a spell and check out the water.

Once there, he casts detect magic on the water, and collects a sample in a jar which he will conduct tests on back home. Knowledge nature check, or?

The night passes relatively quietly once back in Korvosa.

What next

Knowledge Nature: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21

Erik sighs, exhausted by the time he's done, and sets his kit away to sleep long and deep. In the morning he's going to head out for a hearty breakfast, and put his ear to the street to see what he learns en route and back from his favorite inn.

Gather Info: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15

I need to be a bit careful of timing on this... I'm happy for Erik's action to take place over a couple of days, but I need everyone else's actions around this time too.

Borden also puts his ear to the street but more as a matter of practice than digging for specific information when he rises in the morning.

Gather Info: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (14) + 9 = 23

After a few hours he returns around lunch, slightly tipsy, he asks We gonna see this field marshal or what?

"I had thought that was the plan, followed by a trip to the temples to let them know what was happening." Roj straps on his armor and then steps out the door on his way to the Citadel.

After a short wait, you are let into the field Marshall's office. "I hope you aren't here to interfere in things I've already asked you to leave alone? she says quite sharply.

"Well, hello, Field Marshall, nice to see you too! How are you doing today? Feeling well, I hope? No fever, no rash?"

Gwen loves the smell of sarcasm in the morning.

"Covering other people's messes as usual. I've had very little sleep. As usual. Get to the point quickly, or I'll have an officious clerk come in to take your message."

She flops down into the seat and then looks back up. "I'm sorry, that was uncalled for. I am tired though, so please, out with it."

Erik hesitates and steps to the front.

"Um, Field Marshall, we thought it important to report what could be an outbreak of virulent plague. The ship that went down a short while ago? The one with the yellow light? Since then we've noticed several victims of a terrible disease, and it seems to be growing in frequency."

Erik rubs the back of his head. "I'm concerned we're just at the point of seeing it erupt. Any chance we could alert local priests and religious figures so that they can help prepare to fight it?"

"What evidence of that have you seen? I will admit that I have more men than is normal unwell in the last few days, but I need some firm evidence before I can act. There is so much else plaguing the city, if you will pardon the expression at the moment."

"I agree that alerting the temples is a sensible precaution, beyond that, any action we take could cause panic, and more riots, so I am hesitant to act until I know more."

"Could I leave you to alert the temples in my name? Do so quietly, and gather the evidence we need of any outbreak while you do."

Sounds reasonable Field Marshal - as for evidence there is a priestly spell that I believe identifies the disease and its characteristics if the priest looking for it isn't skilled in the specific disease.

He looks to the others as if to say 'Do we have anything else?'

"I have already diagnosed the disease in at least one patient, field Marshall, and we've seen the initial symptoms in quite a few other people. It's called the Blood Veil. In its initial stages, it causes headache, fatigue, coughing, and the rash on the face. Then the cough becomes more obtrusive, the rash spreads to the neck, face, and limbs and develops into pox-like blisters, and the lymph glands swell into painful buboes. At its most advanced stage, the blisters grow to the size of grapes or larger, internal bleeding creates black patches on the skin, and blood is expectorated.

It is not something to be taken lightly. We'll alert the temples, but I urge you to keep your eyes open and act quickly to prevent the spread of the disease among your men. The last thing this city needs right now is a crippled Guard."

Gwen hopes her distressed tone will be enough to convince the Marshall of the gravity of the situation.

"Thank you. Gwen, that is not something I have heard of, but something of that magnitude is the last thing the city needs right now. I will keep my eyes open among the guard. If you have any contacts at any of the Churches, I suggest you use them, and work quickly."

Any more questions? Which Church do you wish to visit first?

What are the main legal churches in Korvosa? Also, guys, probably not a bad time to pick up anti-plague, you know, before it becomes rare as unicorn shit and twice as expensive

Rilka can probably help with the anti-plague.

Although the number of deities worshiped on Golarion is vast, the faiths of twenty deities stand head and shoulders

above the others. It’s generally possible to find clerics of any of these twenty faiths inside of Korvosa’s walls, although in some cases (particularly those of the evil faiths), one might have to look long and hard. Certainly, the church of Abadar has the most strength in Korvosa, for he is not only the god of cities and merchants, but also the patron of the city’s guards and protectors. The church of Pharasma tends to Korvosa’s dead and maintains an imposing cathedral in the city necropolis. Many of the city’s commoners prefer Sarenrae as a patron, and Shelyn has a strong following among the city’s artists. A church of Asmodeus brings a bit of uncertainty and fear to religion, although this church’s faithful are always careful to operate just on the legal side of the law, with sacrifices provided only on a volunteer basis. Beyond these faiths, the Pantheon of Many represents the majority of the 20 major deities of Golarion—only Gorum, Lamashtu, and Rovagug are not represented
here, and even they have their adherents in certain parts of the city.

Oh and don't forget...

Lets see to the Pharasmites first - they're the closest to wanting to heal the populace, then I suppose the Church of Sarenrae? She's a soft touch for the innocent. Then we could just see the rest after that in order of who's closest. But first lets see Rilka for a weeks supply of Anti-plague. We take one a day for the next 7 days it should keep us from getting this pox, and a lot cheaper than getting a remove disease spell cast as well.

Rilka's is on your way to the Pharasminite temple anyway. Her shop is it's usual ramshackle self. If you didn't know better you'd think it had been closed for years and it looks like the rioters have all thought so, as it's been left untouched. Well, you assume it has, it certainly doesn't look any worse than the first time you saw it.

Inside, Rilka appears after a few minutes from somwhere deeper in the building. "My friends, what can I do for you? More goodies for me to buy? Whatever happened to the nice broach you had?"

We could tell you but it has something to do with a pretty lady in leather.

We could use a bulk buy of Anti-plague.

"Oh really? Now the story does get interesting. I hope she was worth it."

"Anti-plague? Some of you feeling sick? I have some stored around here somewhere, not much though. What did you mean by bulk?"

Errr... for me? 7. I figure the others may want to place a similar order each - we're going on a week long orgy with partners of questionable background. If you don't have it in stock, I'm sure you "know a guy".

"Thirty five vials? Hmmm, I may have 5 around, but I'd have to get more from one of the temples. It doesn't last forever you know, so I can't keep too much around. I'll sell you the five, and you can come back in a day or two and see if I've found you the rest?"

"What, you mean we have to put our binge on hold!?", Basil says with a wink. "What a travesty!"

"Well, not so much on hold, just, ease into it slowly boys. I'll go and see what exactly I have back here..."

With that Rilka moves off into the back to rummage around. Clinks and clanks flow through the doorway.

From in the back you hear a muted "Ah-ha!" as if from further away than you would imagine. A minute later Rilka re-appears. "Here you go, I thought it was five I had but the last two proved quite the little bugger to find. I'll try to source some more for you over the next few days."

Anti-Plague

"So, that'll be 250 of your nice gold sales please.

Borden forks across 250 gold.

Yeah, get cracking on some extras' - will give you a 5% overall bonus if you can get more than 5 in a lot.

"I'll see what I can do."

Ok, where next exactly?

Hit the temples, one at a time in orderly fashion? That or run naked through the streets yelling, "The plague is coming, the plague is coming!"