Sgt. Drakus looks in askance at the talk of cards as he wolfs down the food.
"Harrow deck? You ain't no old lady to be playing around with fortune telling cards, Princess. Just stick with a sword; you got some talent fer that."
Sgt. Drakus looks in askance at the talk of cards as he wolfs down the food.
"Harrow deck? You ain't no old lady to be playing around with fortune telling cards, Princess. Just stick with a sword; you got some talent fer that."
"Ah yes, well this isn't a normal deck of Harrow cards, this deck contains the spirit of Zellara, a woman killed by Gaedren Lamm, seems her spirit was tied to the cards she had used so often in life. Now she communicates with those she wishes to assist."
The little pseudo dragon chooses dinner time as the perfect time to return home after a few days on the wing. It lands near Marra, and points to her plate. "Chiir'p, ta gripp n'chirp"
Gregor's interest is piqued by the pseudo-dragon, "Please, noble one, you may take what you wish from my meal. It would be my honor to share with you." Looking at the cards he tries to conceal his slight shudder, "I don't know, I'm with Sgt. Drakus on this. I think possessed by spirits or not, sometimes force of arms is a much more honorable method. Do what you will, though, who am I to suggest otherwise if it may give us a leg up on this epidemic."
"Bah everone knows what spirits I prefer, no offenses tah Zellara o course."
she spot the pseudo-dragon and talks to the pseudo dragon
"And who is this cute little fella, you look similar to Asura and Azura who nest in our roof."
she then gives it some of her food, which she added some dragon nip to.
after hearing Donagar's words she joking says
"Yeah, we all know what spirits you prefer, the ones found in bottles."
"Gregor-san, Sometimes one needs a solution from outside the box, and that Harrow Deck maybe the keys to solutions both now and later."
she then finishes the rest of the thought train to herself
"speaking of outside solutions.
That was a weird dream last night, But what was the content."
"The little dragon was a captive of a slime, we freed the little bugger and he's been with us ever since."
"Tha dragon mostly says feed me, scratch mah chin, an watch out I bite an poop."
You'll know when the incubation period is over, or when certain members start to show the symptoms..
Fixed Link heh thanks...
The dinner lasts for awhile. It's a nice respite, though it feels like the eye of the storm. The city is remarkably quiet as the fog blankets the city, drowning out the coughs of the infected. Then Marra pulls a tattered looking harrow deck from her sash.
Sgt. Drakus just rolls his eyes at the superstition, his disbelief clear.
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The entire room shimmers, a table with an aged Varisian woman appears, dressed in traditional Varisian garb as if she just stepped out of a vardo. Wall hangings appear on the walls as well transforming the room into the den of a harrow reader.
"Hello again Marra, and greetings to your new allies. I fear the city is in great peril. I shall read the cards for you, give you some insight into those perils."
"In this virulent time, what shat shall give us insight?"
She chooses the 9 shield cards from the deck.
"Strength of body shall persevere in this time"
She looks to Donagar, and places The Mountain Man card "Powers move beyond your control, survive before attempting to move mountains."
Then she looks to Mai, places The Tangled Briar "Ancient deeds will help you, call upon your teaching."
And Marra, The Survivor "You have survived more in your short life than many do in a lifetime. You will have to call upon that strength to survive this ordeal."
She pulls the Desert card for Drakus "Korvosa may seem so bleak that none shall survive without aid, the journey through this landscape can lead to good."
She looks at Nik'o and pulls the Trumpet "The archon wades into the most dire situation without fear for the good."
Then she looks to Gregor and places the Waxworks on table finally. "Helplessness and entropy freeze the blood with horror, break through the horror and persevere."
Sgt. Drakus freezed in his chair, eyes bugged out at the sights.
"Holy crap!"
with a surprised look on her face
"What the Heck?, A fortune telling ghost.
I guess this is the solution from outside the box."
she thinks on the ghosts words
"But I feel as if her words are hints are things."
"Survival is tha key to accomplishin nearly any ting."
"Good work spirit."
Gregor looks on, initially in shock, later with the air of skepticism. "Leave it to a 'fortune teller' to give out vague clues. We should be strong, use what has been learned before, there is light ahead, do not fear. I don't know about the rest of you, but I'm still inclined to attempt to convince the keepers of the first vault that they should waive any fees for their services." Regardless, he doesn't look at any of them when he speaks, he just continues to stare at the Waxworks card that was pulled for him, eyebrows pursed in scrutiny.
"Aye a shot o confidence fer them tha needs it."
.....
Zellara nods "I exist for the city now, my will is bound to these cards, as long as those who carry me defend the city, I shall assist in their defense. Know that these fortunes are truth, and will assist you in the coming days."
"Ancient deeds will help you, call upon your teaching."
What does it mean?
The room fades back to normal, and Zellara fades away
"Well, that tells us not as much as I had hoped, but we definitely need to keep our strength up."
you're all feeling weary as the day was stressful, rest definitely sounds like the thing to do. those not staying at the manor, make their way to their own abodes, the night for you is relatively restful, as restful as it can be when the city is worrying about plagues.
Morning comes as a rooster crows, the temperature outdoors is still cool without any breeze, and the morning fog doesn't want to dissipate. Visibility is only 20ft or so. No0t good galloping weather. The mud clogs the streets, but wagon traffic seems to have slowed as well as foot traffic, the city seems eerily quiet...
"Well tha rooster is well it seems!"
"How is everone else?"
Impatient at the forced inaction, Sgt. Drakus will occupy his time with the minor repairs to armor that always need doing, and drilling in the courtyard. He will invite Sgt. Ward, Donagar and Marra along also.
Five, Water...which the salt will help keep in.
You go about eating your breakfast, cleaning your gear, mending torn garments, etc, the morning wears on, and no contact as the early morning clouds burn off very quickly, leaving the sun streaming down, feeling like a summer morning...
"Thank you for the tea Nik'o, Is this a Vudran blend?"
knowledge nature
"Nice enough day, everone feelin good?"
While waiting for news from the Field Marshall, you hear a knock at the door of the manor, you open it to see an young acolyte from the Grand Vault of Abadar holding a kerchief over his mouth.
"Pardon me, Vaultkeeper Dhatri requests a meeting with you at the temple of Abadar, the situation is growing out of hand and he says you assisted him with the Soldado child."
"Were fer eatin first most important meal o tha day an eggs goes wit dark mead."
"Oh crap, this things are moving quicker than I thought."
Of course, right as you're about to leave is when three members of the party realize they aren't feeling 100%...
Mai
Con Cha
Drakus
Con Cha
Nik'o
Con Cha
Nik'o and Mai have blemishes which are definitely beginning to show signs of the phage, while Drakus, suddenly feels the urge to lose his breakfast...feeling suddenly very warm.
A concerned look comes over Marra's face, obviously worried about her companions.
"Donagar, looks like we might need some of Caiden's good cheer sooner rather than later."
"Drakus are you okay, are okay Drakus?"
starting to sweat and feel warm
"I don't think your the only one who caught it.
If it's an air borne disease, it's all the harder to stop."
Gregor takes a cloth and dons a mask over his nose and mouth. "We should make haste to the Temple of Abadar. Not only did I say before that it should be our first step, it has now been requested of us. Sgt Drakus, and Ladies, do you feel well enough to accompany us, or would you prefer to remain and wait for our return?" He asks.
Gathering his things he turns back to the group, "Maybe if we can work with the temple, we can get the sickness out of your bodies before we work further toward helping the community. We would all work better at our best health."
"Regardless, we must get a move on. I realize we often wait for our orders, but in attaining rank in the Guard, we learn to take appropriate action in the absence of orders." He stands firm and formal, proud of his rank and the purpose of the guard as a whole.
Sgt. Drakus bends over with a groan, beads of sweat starting to roll down his forehead.
"Crap. I don't feel so good..."
He looks around for a handy bucket.
With an effort he will stand, still clutching his bucket.
"If ye don't mind stopping now and again, I'm good to go."