The Beginning of All Things (Inactive)

Game Master Terquem

As Abram strolls through town, he sees a crowd gathering at the Connor's front door, for the time being the draw of breaking news outweighs his need for livestock, and he dashes toward the gathering. As he approaches he sees brother Phineas and the local witch walking towards the commotion as well. He slows to walk in time with them

brother,mam, its good to see you both with niceties out of the way Abram goes right into the rapid-fire questioning whats going on over there? was there some kind of wolf attack? did the family come into some money? Is there a party going on in need of some entertainment? I'm very reasonable

Auria answers Phineas’ question as the Halfling settler draws near, “I suppose you would find Cicily in her garden, this morning, but why don’t you tarry a while, be a good lad, and help me for now. These things have a way of taking care of themselves. Cicily will come.”

When the Halfling rattles off his questions, Auria waits for him to finish, smiles, and says to him, “Nothing of importance, no, no, soon, I doubt that.”

Abram ignores the witches quip only because he is to antsy to have noticed it. well what's of importance to me, and what's of importance to you are two different things young lady he dashes ahead to the house to get a good look.

Cara is slightly disturbed by his words and responds, "Yes. I will get them. Yes. Right away."

She runs there non stop wasting no time. She finds Cicily in her garden. "Morning to you Cicily. I have come from Mr Panforey and he requests you and Dominic to come to the O'lehigs place. Someone has had an accident. Could you come right away?" she finally takes a breath. Though not unused to exertion, perhaps she should remember to breathe properly.

Calex stepped out of his workshop into the sun. He had spent the morning, after his studies, working on various projects- keeping up with his ceramic and glass inventory, and working on something special for the coming festival.

Fireworks. Just the thing to bring some excitement to the festival. But I need to find someone to talk to about when to let them off. Should they be used to open the festival or perhaps at the end as a finale? I'll ask at the tavern about who is organizing things. I should also begin work on another spell scroll tonight, perhaps my Color Spray spell, just to have it on hand...
Fireworks (Craft: Alchemy) DC 20 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 26

Lost in thought, Cal proceeds towards the village center, until a commotion at the Connor's house attracts his notice. He approaches the edge of the crowd and asks the nearest person Your pardon, but what is all the excitement about?

Phineas winces as he sees the halfing jester Abram step in time with he and the Witch of the Wood. "I hope he doesn't get turned into a toad or something, right here while I watch. He does have a way of rubbing some folks wrong, and this Auria is not one to be trifled with." He listens as she sends him off with a quip and smiles. "She may be strange, but she has a certain air of wisdom about her. Maybe there is something to learn here after all?".

He nods in agreement to her request for him to stay and assist her. He feels a little strange about helping a witch and hopes this isn't all one of Belisarius' tricks. "How can I assist, Miss Auria?" he asks shaking the doubts away, for now. "Do you need me to begin a prayer circle to the Intercessor? Certainly with all these folks gathered about, he will hear us and act on our behalf." He fingers his holy symbol, hopefully, "This is something I know how to do," he thinks.

He motions to Mr Panforey who he sees standing at the doorway. Phineas leads the Witch right up to the elder priest before stepping to the side to let them talk. At that moment a fair-haired man interrupts his attempt to listen. Phineas turns to the man and sees the new Alodoan alchemist Calex.

"L'ssbir is sick and Mr Panforey summmoned the witch Auria there. Now hush and let me hear what they're sayin'.". He points out the witch to Calex.

Cal gives Phin a sharp look over his words, then sighs in resignation. He knows by now of the Cleric's dislike for outsiders, and as despite not remembering any of it, his accent clearly labeled him as an Imperial.
These folks have a past that has taught them to be wary," Cal thinks "yet most have accepted me instead of running me out of Woodbridge with stones and pitchforks. And if sickness is involved, then I must be honest: this is more a job for the clergy and healers than myself. Still, I think I'll stay and see if I can help."

Calex covers his mouth to show he understands Phin's words and moves a bit closer to learn more.

@Terquem: Can you please fill me in on the results of my check for the hunting? My reading of the same rules that you implemented with Poseus would indicate some success with small game?

Diredon whispers to Poseus as he points into the brush.

It is really no different that how you hunt with that spear.

He draws an arrow and releases it at the rabbit attempting to hide in the confines of a thornbush, to no avail, as his arrow pierces the coney, it jumps straight up in a death row before lying dead.

Dieredon smiles.

Of course, bigger game can be a little trickier, with a great deal more tracking and stealth required.

Dieredon quickly retrieves and guts the rabbit as he speaks.

Do you have any mentor at the Ruins that teaches you of the hunt? I did not think that there were many hunters among your kind.

Dieredon stops abruptly while finishing up the cleaning of the rabbit. He stares at the ground, then moves a few feet quietly.

Yes, those are Turkey tracks, and I large bird, I would say, from the markings.

He turns to Poseus, places a finger to his lips, then bends down to point to the tracks and turns onto its trail while waiving Poseus up behind him.

Tracking/Hunting Turkey: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22

They approach a clearing, and Dieredon holds up a fist, crouches low and points at the large bird in the open. He crouches low and draws an arrow to his bow. He fires quickly at the Turkey.

Poseus watches carefully at the brush, noticing the rabbit just before Dieredon fires his arrow.

"I'm mostly more of a self-taught fisherman than a hunter truth be told, that is why I am familiar with a spear more than with a bow."

Poseus glides along with the elf as he retrieves his bounty, glancing around for more dangerous looking beasts. Satisfied with no bears or wolves lurking around he continues the conversation.

"I feel that my spears might not be well suited for more skittish beasts, like deer or wild boar. I often found I could not get close enough to use my spears."

He sighs slightly at Dieredon's question of a mentor.
"I am born of a low-class family, not allowed to carry weapons actually. In larger communties I might not have even been allowed to wield a spear, though here we are fewer in number and more tolerant in such things, the extra meat and fish are a welcome sight in the village.
The ones born into the warrior class know how to wield weapons, though they are not willing to teach me, even in a more tolerant village like this one."

Seeing the elf waving him over and gesturing to stay quiet, Poseus follows him as silently as possible. He was amazed at the grace and skill of the elven hunter as he laid down the turkey with just a few subtle movements.

Could he... Would he ... teach me how to do that? Seems so rude to ask him that. What would Rosilindae think about such a thing?

Marcus, after finishing up sharpening the blades for Wiscara, realizes that his stomach is grumbling.

If mother knew I had not had lunch yet she would tan my backside. She always says to keep well nourished for all the hard work father and I out in at the shop. But just like father when I get focused on something I don't stop til the job is done. Lets go see what Lulu has cooking today.

With that thought, Marcus closes out shop, and heads on over to Lulu's. he makes sure to take Wiscara's scissors so if he happens to run into her he can deliver them. While in his way to get lunch, he hears and sees villagers rushing past him in the general direction on L'sbbir's house. Marcus decides to head over to try and help, even though his stomach rejects that idea.

When Marcus arrives and sees the good doctor and a handful of others, Marcus doesn't say a word. These circumstances are far out of his realm of knowledge and he would just get in the way. He waits for the elders to approach him with any tasks to undertake.

Wiscara

Cicily is a strikingly beautiful Maetaur female. Her beauty defies her age (she is said to be over fifty years old). This morning she wears a Rafgham on her equine part that is in an argyle pattern of contrasting dark and light brown and a long frock on her torso that is dyed a light red. Her arms are bare, and she has lightly colored, slightly tanned flesh. The frock is crossed by three belts of leather and from them hangs small bags and trinkets, and one small knife. Cara is taken, for a moment, by the serene expression of Cicily’s face as she moves gracefully through a small vegetable garden, giving instructions to her children on how to identify harmful weeds, and how to carefully remove them without spreading the seeds. Cicily’s face is oval shaped, and her features are nearly flawless, high cheek bones, straight and well shaped nose, almond shaped eyes of golden brown, and her hair, dark brown, the color of autumn oak leaves, is thick and full, and is piled on the top of her head, but falls somewhat to the sides creating a perfect frame for her face.

Cicly smiles when she sees Wiscara approach, and listens to her request.

“Tabitha, go and fetch your father,” Cicily says to a young Maetaur girl with red hair and a round chubby face, “tell him we are needed in Woodbridge. Cara and I are going ahead now, but he should come along as soon as he can. Tell him to hurry.” She gently slaps the young Maetaur girl on her flank, causing her to leap away a few feet before she runs off toward the houses just beyond the gardens on the edge of the Maetaur settlement.

“Cara, you lead the way, but take care. We’ll get there better prepared if we aren’t out of breath. Do you know what has happened?”

Calex

Calex fabricates four small pots that will send a shower of gold and red sparks ten feet into the air when there are ignited, and will burn for several moments. But, he has now exhausted his supplies for making such things.

A glade in the forest north of Woodbridge

Out beyond the fields of Lakeside, all is quiet. Then there is the twang of a taunt string, an arrow whips across a glade. It strikes a large wild turkey. The tom is caught fast and the arrow strikes true. The bird doesn’t even flap its wings, but falls with a slight noise of rustling grass and leaves. It is a big bird, well over thirty pounds. Three pairs of eyes watch the arrow find its target, and then it is quiet in the forest again.

At the O'lehig home (outside)

Auria hands Phineas her staff, saying, “Hold this, and if you have to, use it to keep people from entering the house until we know what we are dealing with. Where is Panforey? Ah, there you are. What happened?”

She holds out her right hand and Pr. Panforey takes it in both of his, bows and kisses her hand.

“Auria,” he says when he straightens up, “L’ssbir took a fall early this morning or sometime late last night, I’m not sure, but Connor says she clutched her chest and was talking to herself. I spoke to him a while ago, when we were finally getting him to eat something. He’s worried to death for her, you know how he is. But, I talked to their son, Michael, and he told me that L’ssbir is resting comfortably. She doesn’t seem to be suffering, now, but she isn’t able to speak or mover her left arm and left leg.”

The witch rubs her chin with her right hand, listening intently to Panforey. When he is finished, she turns to Brother Phineas and asks him, “Can you cast a spell that can detect the presence of evil forces? If you know the spell, you should do this. Cast it, and walk slowly around the outside of the house, see if there is anything nearby that would suggest something unnatural has visited this place recently.”

As Phineas nods, taking in the instructions, Auria leans to her left, and peers toward Calex.

“You are the boy from Castletown, yes? The one who knows the Arcane ways. Can you cast a spell to detect the presence of Magic? If you can, go with Phineas. Together the two of you can gather some necessary information, but be careful,” she turns her gaze away from him and eyes the crowd suspiciously, “There are things in the world that are more powerful than we care to know.”

Near the edge of the woods, Lakeside

A young man is pressing his desire upon a young woman. At first she welcomes his gentle kiss, but after one, there comes another, and it is not as gentle.

She pushes him away, and pleads, “No, not yet. I’m not ready.”

He does not stop. His hands are rough, he pushes her back.

She wrenches herself out of his embrace, and slaps him hard across the face.

He shoves her, and slaps her in the same way.

She twists away from the blow. It doesn’t fall on her with all of the strength he put into it.

He smiles.

She raises her left hand, and his eyes follow it. But it is her right he should have been watching. With her fingers balled up in the way Patrica Flaherty had showed her, Elizabeth swings her right fist in a wide round house, and lands a blow to Roan’s head that fully spins him around and knocks him off his feet. For a moment she considers kicking him, but she doesn’t.

Elizabeth begins to cry, and she throws her hands over her face as she runs away into the woods.

Cal looks up at the wise woman in surprise. He had not considered that his spells might be needed. Then his eyes narrowed in speculation. If magic was involved then they might all be targets, although why and who were still a mystery. Still, first things first: they had to determine if magic was involved before all else.
The spell is one I have ready, Auria.
Cal motions to Phin the Red beside him as he pulls the needed requirements from his pouch.
A moment to cast & I'll be ready.
After casting D. Magic I'll follow Phin around in a sweep of the area. If any magic is found I'll spend extra time to determine if possible how strong the aura is & what type of magic is being used. To qoute ol'Sherlock- The game is afoot!

Phineas is again taken aback when the Witch thrusts her staff at him. He takes it but holds it gingerly as if he doesn't really want to be touching it. He moves to a position to block the door as requested. Even making a little, brushing move at Abram who has crowded to close to the doorway. "Stand back, please sir, it may not be safe to come any closer" he says to the curious halfling.

Phineas is glad to hear that L'sbbir was feeling better but troubled about her partial paralysis. He had not come across anything like that in his limited time as healer. He intently watches the witch to see what her next actions will be.

When asked to cast a spell, Phineas says "I can try to ask for assistance from the Gods. They have granted me strange powers recently that I don't fully understand, but I will do my best." He closes his eyes and prays deeply to Mithras the God of Protection asking to be given the ability to see if Evil were near. He grasps his Raven holy symbol and mutters the incantations he has been taught concentrating fiecely. He opens his eyes and begins study the environs around the house, the crowd, and any other points of entry. "Calex, do you see anything," he asks nervously, the witch's warning still sounding in his ears, as they begin to circuit the house.

Cast Detect Evil. Duration for 10 minutes. See link for details on aura's etc.

"WAGH!" As an arrow flies past Chance and sinks itself into the turkey, Chance jumps and turns to try to find the source. He scrambles out of the bush, pointing his quill at the area that the arrow came from, as if he were going to be able to defend himself with it. Seeing the elf, Chance's tense shoulders relax and he lets out a sigh.

"Dieredon, it's just you," he says, lowering the quill. He looks over at the turkey with a frown. "I was sketching that...agh! Perfect. I got ink on my cloak."

He moved back into the bush, picking up the overturned vial of ink, letting out a sigh of relief when he sees that he still has a bit left in it. He puts the stopper on it and begins cleaning up the spill using a bit of his magic.

Growl...
Welkin begins to growl as they leave the bush, and Chance notices that he is looking at Poseus.

"Welkin hush, he's hunting, not attacking." Chance pets the wolf's head as he goes back to cleaning his cloak with his magic. "I see you've brought a new friend, Dieredon," Chance began as he finished cleaning his cloak. He looks up at Poseus and gives a charming smile. "Chance Oakley, at your service!"

Aye, well met Chance, good to see you out amongst the things of nature again. Sorry about the kill. I certainly meant no offense, and I did not intend to startle you or Welkin. This is Poseus, a hunter of his own right from the Ruins to the South of town.

Poseus nods as Dieredon introduces him to Chance
"Pleased to meet you Chance, I am Poseus Murandae, a humble fisherman and hunter of the Gymnaga people."

"I take it you are a scholar of sorts?" he points at the ink jar and the stains before they are cleaned off
"Its colour resembles the substance with which our priestess and leader Rosilindeae writes her messages."

Seeing the ink suddenly disappear after a few gestures from Chance he looks a bit surprised.
"You seem to know magic, though it is different than most I've seen here at Woodbridge, most from my own people's priestesses. Do you also commune with your God to be able to perform these feats?" He asked Chance with a slight smile and large eyes.

Poseus is still young, and pretty inquisitive when encountering something new, please forgive him these simple questions

After delivering Panforeys request to Cicily, Wiscara is distracted while taking in the sight of the garden. It was far more beautiful and well tended than hers. The winterweeds were running rife through her own and it was all she could do to keep them out. Never would she be finished than the next day shoots would appear indicating more work for her to do. She loved her garden but sometimes she wished some plants didn't exist. "Bye," she said with a smile for the children when they left.

"A welcome idea," Cara says as she sets a rather slower pace for them than she came here with. A brisk walk allowed her to gather what breath she had not yet regained very quickly. She looked back at the Maetaur home, a lovely place she had visited many times. "I'm not entirely sure what has happened but L'ssbir O'lehig has had an accident of some sort and," she paused to step over a fallen tree in their way, "well it seemed like an emergency, mister Panforey seemed unsure and mentioned brother Phineas off getting more help. I saw Phineas on my way there, running. That's why I decided to run to you."

Suddenly Poseus glances around as if he heard something amongst the trees. Chance and Dieredon look up at the slightly spooked Gymnaga youth.
Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12

"Thought... I heard... something... Sounded like a howl or a wail of sorts. Probably the wind, right?"
He wets a finger and holds it in the air to figure out where the wind is coming from.

Seeing there is nothing he can do to help and he doesn't want to get in the way, Marcus proceeds to head toward Lulu's for lunch.

Walking into Lulu's Marcus' nose is bombarded with all the delectable smells of what ever is cooking in the kitchen.

Hi Lulu, hows the day going? Could you cook me up some of your scrumptious food? I'll let you chose, nothing is bad when you make it. Marcus says with a grin

While trekking towards town Cara lets her mind wander, "Do you really think I'm ready to be a druid? Sometimes I don't think I am and other times I really want to have it over and done with already," she blurts out. It has been on her mind and she is a little nervous about it all though excited as well. "I've started feeling something when I meditate lately but I can't tell what it is..." She is deep in thought for several minutes.

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 13
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (14) + 9 = 23
She notices someone running in the distance. A human, the hair reminds her of Elizabeth, what would she be doing around here. She hears a faint sob and knows something must be wrong. Looking towards her friend she asks Cicily, "I think that's a friend of mine and she seems to be in trouble, will you need me? I think I should go see if she is alright... The house is not too much further that way," she points, "Just look for the crowd."

Dieredon takes his time trussing up the bird.

This will certainly come in handy at the Festival. Chance, any idea who I should give this to so that it gets used? Lulu at the Bread and Board? Poseus, are you coming to the Festival?

Dieredon finishes up with the Turkey, and he gathers up his things for the trek back to Lakeside.

I am planning on getting cleaned up, cook up this rabbit and head into the Bread and Board for some drinks tonight. Either of you two planning on being around?

"It's fine, it's fine. It just gives me more of an excuse to come back tomorrow," Chance says in response to Dieredon's apology.

"Yes, I guess you could call me a scholar. I pursue the knowledge of nature." Chance replies, finishing up his cleaning. He puts his journal and ink back into his bag, making sure everything is secure. "No, no, not at all. This magic just comes naturally to me."

1d20 ⇒ 13
1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18

"Yeah, I'll be in town tonight." Welkin's ears perk up just as Poseus glances around, and Chance pets him. "Now that you mention it, I think I did."

pardon me Phineas Abram darts away to watch from a safer distance.After watching the humans circle the premises for a few moments, he loses interest and leaves. back to his search for a new rooster, he inquires among the townsfolk

"I'm planning to do a little fishing and hunting tomorrow morning, looking to trade it in the afternoon. The festival gives me an opportunity to get some other things than normal, at least that's what I overheard some people say at Lulu's."

Poseus stares blankly at the question of the festival and being around later tonight, clearly overthinking it.

"Well I suppose I'd be at the festival, I have done enough fishing today to feed the village, So I could take a day off." He smiles broadly at the last sentence.
" Though tonight I'm not sure, I have to get back for dinner first, family is waiting for me you see. After that I'd tag along for a short while."

Is this festival accessible to all races? It's not particularly related to any god or goddess right?

Brother Phineas and Cal

The two young men begin slowly moving around the outside of the house. Phineas concentrates, he does not want to be mistaken about such an important task, but he detects no lingering auras of an evil nature. Just when he is almost certain there is nothing to discover, he notices Cal is intently looking at a milk pail, sitting beside the back door of the house.

Phineas moves in closer, and stares at the pail, but can detect no evil.
Cal, on the other hand can see the pail surrounded by a soft purple glow, almost too faint to see in the daylight. it is a Dim Aura, DC16, Knowledge (Arcana), to try and puzzle out the school of magic involved

Poseus

The Spring Festival is open to all the people of Woodbridge, or the surrounding area, and both the Gymnanga and Maetaur are considered people of Woodbridge, for now.

"Well-this is curious"Cal says, pausing to focus on the bucket. "Magic, Phin, dim but unmistakable. Give me a moment to study it..."
Know:Arcana +8 vs DC16 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18

Dang, ninja'ed by Calex. Will post after I see Calex's response about the aura..

Even more curious the aura is a type of magic often used to summon things into this world. Not necessarily evil, you understand. Perhaps not even a creature but an object. My own protections are of the same type of magic. I wonder if anything was added to the milk?

Phineas is relieved to find no evil aura around the house, but a nagging doubt that he just missed something or is too inexperienced to know for certain continues to gnaw at him. Seeing Calex studying the milk pail, Phineas focuses his detection there, but to no avail. He is amazed to hear the words from the Alodoan.

"So there is magic here, but not evil. Somethin' in the milk seems likely, but purposeful or accidental is the question. I will report to Mr Panforey and Auria and see what they make of it. I pray the rest of the family didn't drink the tainted milk."

"Cal, will you see if there's a cow in the barn out back and if she's also showin' this magical aura? Or any other trace of it in the out buildin' or pen there? It's possible the cow is also enchanted and gives the strange milk, right?"

Phineas begins to hustle back around the house carrying the witch's staff gingerly in one hand, and the strange pail in the other (also carefully) he looks quite the strange sight as rounds the corner of the house. The assembled crowd lets out the appropriate 'oooh's and aaah's' as they see him coming but he heads for Mr Panforey and Auria. (If they have already gone inside, he enters carefully looking for them to report his and Calex's findings).

"Mr Panforey, the Alodoan Calex says this bucket is enchanted." He concentrates trying to remember the unfamiliar way it was explained to him. "He says it has an aura that shows somethin' not from this world was in it and we think the milk is tainted. I sent him out to the barn to search for anymore signs and to look over the cow for same aura. What do you think? Could the milk have caused L'sbirr's illness? Do you think anyone else drank it? Here's the pail."

Cal smacks his head at his own slowness. Phin was right.
"Good idea! I wish I had thought of that! I'll start on that immediately!"
Cal heads off to the livestock area to recast his spell. He decides to also take Phin's advice one step further, and check the animal's feed as well in case that was the source. With the aura so dim, that could be a possible reason. As he approaches the barn, he slows and pauses to think a moment.
"Perhaps some caution might be in order here" he thinks, and takes the time to cast his Mage Armor spell before continuing on.
Once inside he casts his detection spell and begins his search.

You are to kind Fiona Abram holds out his hand with the 11 copper. Once Fiona puts her hand in his, to grab the copper, Abram gently grasps her hand and kisses it. With a wink and a bow to Fiona he heads towards the tavern.

Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12

No time to post more but will respond to what I do or don't see and all I've heard later tonight.

Cara nodded thoughtfully then turned away from Cicily and headed in the direction she had seen Elizabeth go. What did she mean? Of course I'm doing this for Elizabeth. She seemed upset... Should I have gone with Cicily? I wasn't the one they needed though. I'll ask Cicily about what happened later. There was much she could learn from Cicily and in time she hoped to learn all she could. YES she did want to be a druid, it was inside her, she was certain THAT was the feeling she sometimes felt.

Survival to track: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (9) + 12 = 21
She knows this area like the back of her hand and follows the tracks towards the river until she finally catches up with Elizabeth. Cicily's words still inside her head. Is it a good thing you are doing? Of course it was.

"Are you alright Liz? Why do you come running all the way out here? "

As the sun is setting, the sparse light leaves a shadow to fall along the woods southern edge, Chance, Dieredon and Poseus leave the trees behind after having collected all their belongings.

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8
As the trio leaves the woods and comes back into more open space, Poseus can see some light off in the distance, probably from Woodbridge.
"Maybe I'll see you two later tonight, but I have some work to do still." pointing at the rabbit tied to one of his spears, his stomach rumbled. "And eat as well, nothing more important than that." he added with a smile.

Poseus says his goodbyes and heads to the water, about the same place as where Dieredon laid his beaver traps, grabbing the attention of the elf and human.
Carefully looking around as to not crush something undertail, he slides into the water and begins the voyage home, swimming faster than both Chance or Dieredon had ever seen a human swim.

Eventually coming back at his family's home at around 8 o'clock in the evening If it's a different time let me know. "I'm back again! His sister's voice greeted him from the common room "I'll be right there brother, finishing up a necklace. Your dinner is ready, you might need to stir up the fire a bit."

He looked into the makeshift kitchen, there was a plate with mixed vegetables, a piece of uncooked salmon and some blueberries, a real treat. He grabbed a small pot and put in all the ingredients, added a bit of pig's fat and felt the warmth of the fire pit. Flames were as good as out, though the coals were still hot, it would suffice. He slid the pot into the coals, making sure the sides were all covered.
"Jellika, where are mom and dad?" She came gliding into the kitchen "Well one of the neighbours, Mirella Pastune, was here to come and thank you for the fish you caught, especially the salmon. She liked the extra time you spared her, so she could work on her clothing orders. As she mentioned she wasn't the only one who thought that, mom and dad went out to inquire." Jellika seemed overjoyed with the news, Poseus however had just one thing on his mind now: Dinner!

Seeing her friend in tears Cara runs instantly to stand in front of her and embrace her, letting her know whatever happened she would help her fix it or figure it out. Elizabeth was like a big sister to Cara and it seemed strange for her to be needing help for once. Cara remembered it was usually Elizabeth that gave her advice. She would be glad if somehow she could repay the favour in any way.

She breaks off the hug as Elizabeth speaks and crouches down next to her, hand on her knee. "What's ruined? I'm sure we can fix it Liz, but first..." She stands up and straightens again as Elizabeth remembers her job. She smiles back and takes her hand in her left one. "Yes of course we can talk. I don't have anything I need to do except return scissors to mother after Marcus sharpens them for us. The reason I saw you is because I was bringing Cicily back to the O'lehig's. Mrs O'lehig has gotten sick I think. It might be bad, the Father is there, they were calling for Auria too when I was told to fetch Cicily and Dominic. But when I saw you I couldn't let you stay out here all alone. It's not always the best to be alone out here." She thinks about the lion tracks, hoping it wasn't still in the area but says nothing about it, not wanting to worry Elizabeth who clearly has a lot on her mind already. The walk away back towards the flock, hand in hand.

LULU

I have a very big appetite, I will probably be busy until close when I return to the shop. Yes I have been by the O’lehig house , L'sbbir has fallen ill from the bits and pieces I gathered. I was actually headed here to grab a quick bite, when I saw a commotion aver near her home. I got close, and I saw Wiscara, Phineas and a group of villagers surrounding the general area. I would've stayed, but I would've been more a hindrance then a help. Besides, my skills are with leather and metal, not the healing touch like Phineas or Wisacara or Auria.

Maybe I should take a small cup of rabbit stew over to her, see if she wants a small nibble of food to keep her strength up? Can I get both orders to go if possible. I bowl for me and a cup for her?

If to go:

Calex takes note of what is and isn't missing from the shed, but still continues his examination with the spell. He wants to make sure he does not miss any details before he reports back to those waiting in the house.
Terquem:

Cal returns to the house & joins Phin with the rest of the others gathered there. "The cow appears to be missing. There is a milking stool to show that it WAS there, and the door was latched so it didn't just wander off. And the only thing that I felt any kind of magic on was a strong aura from a cat. It ran off before I could get a closer look, though." Cal shrugged at his inability to be more useful. "How is Mrs. O'lehig?"

Halfway to the tavern,Abram remembers the rooster under his arm. He sighs with annoyance at himself, and turns to rush home. He finally enters the tavern,slightly sweaty from the jog. afternoon Oscar he bows his head mrs.Lulu and bows again.

He heads to the corner that has been cleared out for his regular performances. As he grabs his stool and sets out his lock box for tips, he speaks across the room to Marcus I've been meaning to see you about my sling Marcus. I've had it since i was a child and its time for an upgrade I think. Is it okay if I come by your shop later to discuss what you can do for me?

I'd like a masterwork sling if you can do it?

Noticing that Marcus is getting up to leave, Abram waves him away your busy, I'll just stop by later

Abram sits on his stool and begins to tell jokes,recite anecdotes, and sing satirical (but light hearted) songs about folks in the community

*singing* Ulan,oh Ulan his sheep are his life,
One wonders who gets more love,
his sheep or his wife!

abram gives and exaggerated wink to emphasize the innuendo to the audience.

Ugh, had a really good post up then lost connections and it got zapped. Sorry for the long delay, time to read, not time to post until now.

Ducking outside the house, Phineas sees Calex coming back around the house. He holds up his hands in a 'just a minute' gesture to his new friend. Instead he brushes back the strands of bright red hair out of his face, clears his throat and announces in his most grave voice"Friends and Neighbors, all is well. The Lame God has intervened on the behalf of dear L'sbirr and she will live. She may be ill for a little while, but there is nothing more to fear at this point. Go home now, dear friends, and hold your families close and give thanks that the Intercessor answered our prayers here today. Leave this poor family in peace as they tend to their stricken mother." His voice cracks slightly on the last part of his speech and he winces a little inside.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 13 Not sure if this is necessary, but dice are FUN!

Dice ARE fun! Knowledge:Arcana+8 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20

At the Bread and Board

Abram comes in at just about the same time that Lulu is handing a tray, with two bols and a basket of rolls, all lightly covered by a large clean dish towel, to Marcus.

“You can take this over to Connor and L’sbirr,” Lulu says to Marcus. “Oscar and I will drop by their place tonight, and I’ll pick up the tray and bowls then, don’t worry about bringing them back right away.”

Before Marcus can leave, the Halfling, Abram mentions to him his desire for a new sling.

Though the place is, for now, empty (only Lulu is around, cleaning tables and making perpetrations for an afternoon crowd) Abram practices his talents, and notices that his singing and jokes bring a skip to Lulu’s step and a smile to her face.

Oscar Oghan comes into the main room of the tavern, he has been in the kitchen most of the day, and he walks briskly over to Abram. Oscar is a huge man, probably the biggest man in Woodbridge, at six foot five inches tall, and easily two hundred fifty pounds or more. He has a bit of a pot belly, but he is not fat. His legs arms are like the branches of a tree, his neck is thick and short, and his square head sits straight above shoulders like an ox. He has a ring of brown curly hair around his head, but he is bald on the top. Oscar’s face is plain, but friendly.

“Now see here, sir,” Oscar says to Abram, “I’m mighty thankful to have you here bringing in costomers to hear you sing, and tell stories, and I won’t be asking anything from you if the folks want to fill you’re box, but see here, let’s not get people all riled up like you did a week ago Thursday. Be nice, and be welcome, and that’s all I have to say.” Oscar turns, turns back again toward Abram, bows, a little, and says, “Good day,” then turns again and walks quickly back to the kitchen.

Abram already knows it is not a good idea to talk to Oscar, about anything, and it’s best to let him go in silence.

Outside the O’lehig home

I must have missed something. Calex, please remind me what the K(A) roll was for, exactly, thanks.

Phineas does his best to assure the crowd, but some of them seem to make faces that say, “I’m not sure he knows what he’s talking about, but I’ll go for now.”

The villagers all shuffle off, and Calex and Phineas are left standing alone outside of the house, when Old Sean, Patricia, Mr. Panforey, and Connor O’lehig come outside.

Panforey is in the middle of saying something when they come into earshot.

“And it’s best that you stay with L’sbirr for a while, Connor. Don’t worry about the festival, we’ll find someone to take charge,” Panforey says.

“No, I can’t let this fall down. The stage isn’t ready, and I was thinking we could put up some tents in case it rains,” Connor seems to plead.

Old Sean, who walks slowly, hunched over, with the help of his daughter, Patricia, speaks, his voice is soft, and it is difficult to understand him, “Nothing, nothing, be in them on the day can’t you worry, I’ll take it, and,’ he mutters

“No, papa,” Patricia says to her father. “Let someone else be responsible.”

“Patricia,” Panforey says, “Would you do it? Would you take over the preparations for the festival. Everyone in the village trusts you, and knows you would be more than capable of taking care of things until L’sbirr is better. It will give Connor the time he needs to care for his family, please, Patricia. I know you can do it.”

“Well, I suppose,” Patricia says. When her father looks up at her and smiles. “Alright, I’ll take over, for a while, but only for a while. After the festival, if Connor isn’t available, I want us to have a village meeting about the future.”

Abram

I would be more than happy to make a sling for you. Sorry but I am in a hurry, off to see L'abbir you see and deliver some hot rabbit stew in hopes she will feel better. You are more than welcome to stop by the shop and we can discuss it in more detail. If you fail to catch me I will also be at the tavern here tonight to have a drink with Dieredon and discuss about some armor he would like made, so you can always catch me then. I would love to stay but must be off. Marcus waves goodbye to Abram and heads back to the ill L'sbbir