
Lewill Deray |

Ārwulf looks to Lewill, and nods sagely.
”A two-headed cow *is* definitely unsual…”
Lewill shudders briefly, wondering whether it indeed was a good plan to come here if there were freaks of nature littered in the village. "Well, I suppose we could pay them a visit in the morning."

Woyzeck The Strong |

Bad milk, two headed cows, stolen babies, chickens not laying… Sea hags, he says simply as if it were matter of fact and everyone was on the same mental wavelength as him.

Darcy Sparrow |

Let's go now"! Darcy exclaims drowning her ale in one giant gulp... then belching loudly. I've never seen a two-headed cow... besides we've got nothing to do until the priest wakes up. Maybe this will keep us from letting the boredom of this place tempt us into trouble".

Old School GM Obermind |

"Thing's dead methinks" - the man grunts, taking another swig of his ale - "Think Bron buried it out back" - he added, scratching his head - "I guess you can always ask him to dig it up Sister"

Ãrwulf Stenn |

Ārwulf’s brows crease. Very hard.
”So. Bron had a cow. With two heads. That Ulruch found. Along with a bent sword. Bron buried the cow. And now he is sick. And Ulruch is also sick. Possibly Garrick is sick as well.”
He looks at Woyzeck. Frowns.
”I *don’t* think it is sea hags, chum. This could be….plague!” Ārwulf almost whispers the last word, part desire not to alarm the crowd, part desire to not have it at all be true.

Calhoun the Guide |

"That sounds like a possibility, but we should maybe visit this Bron fellow..and maybe Ulruch. But we must be careful...just in case it is sickness! I might be able to concoct an herbal defuser that should keep any illness from us. But I will need to see the sick man first to see what symptoms he has."
Turning to the tavern owner, he asks.
"Do you happen to have an apothecary, or herbalist local? Even a root witch would be helpful!"
He waits for a reply
Using my background in alchemy to gather herbs and the like to try and protect them from any illness...in effect creating a weak Protection from Disease potion...if possible

Old School GM Obermind |

1d20 ⇒ 16
"Sickness you say?" - the man widens his eyes, and even stands back a tad looking between you and Ārwulf. Calhoun notices most of the inn has now gone quieter, apart from some hushed exchanges, and most eyes seem to be intent on him - "Ya think?" - he scratches his head - "We thought Garrick had a cold or something, is all. And Bron is not sick, as far as I know. Unless he is hiding it from us?" - he looks around at the other patrons, and you seem some less than happy frowns - "Naaaaah, why would he do that?"
"Do you happen to have an apothecary, or herbalist local? Even a root witch would be helpful!"
"No such thing around here mister. Most people tend to their own the best they know how, I guess. Never heard of no root witch" - the tavernkeeper replied with a raised eyebrow - "You lot want something to eat? Seeing as there are several of you now..." - he added to the group.
Hmmmm, I was thinking hard about Alchemy vs. Herbalism. And I think they should be different things Calhoun. An Alchemist does not necessarily know how to create herbal poultices and concoctions right? Buuuut, lets not get stuck in minutia! As an apprentice alchemist/herbalist, I would say:
- You have an idea of what kind of roots/herbs could be used to alleviate this or that disease, and how they should be prepared;
- You may also know that people who frequently drink concoction A, usually are less prone to contract disease B;
- You may even know something along the lines of a possible alchemical preparation which can help treating several different diseases;
- I would say you would/could be familiar with herbs which when slow burned inside a house, might contribute to lessening the spread of certain diseases.
So a more 'mundane' approach to alchemy, and less of a magical one. Your knowledge would for now be relative to more 'common' ailments, and not obscure ones.

Ãrwulf Stenn |

Nice work Obermind! And, as a Beast Trainer, Ārwulf knows that a two-headed cow is *not* normal.
Ārwulf turns a little pale, his eyes flutter a little and he begins to breathe more rapidly.
”Nothing for me, thank you kind sir.”

Calhoun the Guide |

Sound about right to me :-). Being a more outdoorsy character, I would think his knowledge of natural remedies would far outweigh any "formal" knowledge of potions and such. Thanks!
"Nothing for me either," the elf says while trying not to sound disgusted by the thought of food coming from such a place!

Old School GM Obermind |

1d20 ⇒ 8
"Well Miss... We've got the roasted chicken with peas, the fire flaked taters, and some hard boiled or vinegar eggs" - the sweaty man answers Darcy - "And more beer to you of course sir" - he smiles at Woyzeck.
"No stew mister..." - he shakes his head at Lewill - "Boiled eggs mebbe?"

Old School GM Obermind |

In the meantime, a few of the locals have gathered tighter and seem to be discussing some subject in hushed tones, looking at you over their shoulders every once in a while.

Old School GM Obermind |

"Who is paying miss..?" - the tavern keeper rubs his hands - "The tab is being at two sovereigns and sixteen pennies you see" - he shuffles nervously, before adding - "That with the food of course!"
That is 2 gold and 16 copper pieces.
She then looks at the locals. "Well what is it? Just say it out loud and quit talking behind our backs, before my friend here gets mad".
At this, the group pauses for a second, but then goes back at it.

Ãrwulf Stenn |

Knowing he has no coin of his own, and any further leaning on Woyzeck stretches into “not a friend” territory, Ārwulf shakes his head.
”Nothing for me, sir.”
Mostly he hunches over the mug he does have, and peers at his friends now and again.
As long as the locals huddle amongst themselves, and not near us….

Old School GM Obermind |

The rotund man moves abnormally quick for his size, grabbing the two sovereigns from the table almost as fast as the big warrior puts them down - "Very well sir, right away sir" - he moves off, returning some moments later with a round of ales and all the food Darcy requested - "That'll be twenty two coppers to seal the tab sir" - this time he speaks directly to Woyzeck.
Usually I would not be bothering you guys about small expenses like this, but lets stick to the old school vibe shall we? Running out of money can be a great reason for adventuring :D
To your surprise, the food is... Adequate. And definitely better than the ale.

Lewill Deray |

Lewill surprises even himself with the appetite he shows as he devours the food, which was surprisingly tasty...or maybe it was because of the fact he had been eating hardtack rations for far too long.
Once the food has been eaten and the ale drunk, Lewill stands to his feet, "I suppose we should be on our way now. Though I did see we attracted some locals' attention..."

Woyzeck The Strong |

The rotund man moves abnormally quick for his size, grabbing the two sovereigns from the table almost as fast as the big warrior puts them down - "Very well sir, right away sir" - he moves off, returning some moments later with a round of ales and all the food Darcy requested - "That'll be twenty two coppers to seal the tab sir" - this time he speaks directly to Woyzeck.
Usually I would not be bothering you guys about small expenses like this, but lets stick to the old school vibe shall we? Running out of money can be a great reason for adventuring :D
To your surprise, the food is... Adequate. And definitely better than the ale.
He digs out 3 silvers and asks for a tot or rum or similar

Darcy Sparrow |

Darcy gobbles down all her food, and any stray bits that make their way to the tabletop or are left on any other plates. She then belches deeply again and wipes her now greasy hands on her pants.
"Well enough sitting around talking. I'm going to see if the priest is awake yet".
And if he's not I might sneak in and see what's happening with him.
"Anybody else ready to go? If he's still asleep maybe we go by and check out the other mysteries in town".

Calhoun the Guide |

Calhoun, having been leaning on the doorstop, pushes away and nods.
"I'll come with you. I would like to talk to this priest as well...maybe he knows if there is some sort of illness running through town!"
He tosses a sovereign onto the table.
"Here, let me help out in paying for the drinks and meal."

Ãrwulf Stenn |

Almost leaping to his feet, Ārwulf nods vigorously, celarly spooked by their growing “popularity” and the general talk of…sicknesses.
”Yup. All done here. Thanks for the drink Woy, next one’s on me…promise!”

Old School GM Obermind |

The tavern owner hurriedly scoops up all the money people are throwing on the table, and soon comes back with a last round of ales and an unidentified chaser for Woyzeck - "Thank you sirs and missus - please come back soon!" - he adds with a grin which shows some yellowed teeth.

Woyzeck The Strong |

Woyzeck slams it down, heedless of the actual liquor, then follows his friends, the warm welcoming glow of alcohol starting to embrace him.

Ãrwulf Stenn |

Ārwulf can’t help but wonder if all this largesse has been a good idea…
Well, if nothing else, we’ve improved the economy of the place. Either that or we’ve advertised the Good Ship Moneybags is in town…
Mostly he’s happy to be out of the tavern and on the move again.
”Darcy, if your priest is still asleep we definitely look up this dead two headed cow.”
Ārwulf’s last words are muffled as he has tied a strip of cloth across his mouth and nose “just to be sure”. It doesn’t improve his general deportment in the slightest.

Old School GM Obermind |

As the group exits the tavern, the same patron they had engaged in conversation bids them fare well, and returns to his drinking and chatting with the others - the tone noticeably rises as you leave.
Assuming you are heading back to the chapel.
Back to the small church, this time the groups encounters a wiry, elderly man tending to the shrine - he dress in very worn simple white clothes, wearing what little hair he has tucked behind his somewhat oversized ears.
When he sees you, his eyes light up and he smiles - "Welcome friends to this modest house of Lady Freya" - he greets you - "Jossan told me of strangers in Grimmsgate looking for me - would those be you?"

Slygol Fell |

As the group enter the church and speak with the priest, a lone worshiper sitting at a nearby pew, briefly lifts his head from apparent prayer.
The shadow he sits in and the man’s lank hair obscures his features, but you note his lean frame is clothed in blackened leather armour and dark clothing.

Slygol Fell |

I’m getting Blackblood vibes from A.B.C. Warriors….
Haha. Classic - perfect vibe. Although that does mean I’m expecting a ”Woyzeck Smush!” moment :)

Old School GM Obermind |

Snape? Is that you? ;)
You the priest?
”I am a priest” - the man nodded - ”My name is Almery. And yours?”

Woyzeck The Strong |

Woyzeck, he grumbles thoughtlessly, the reply as automatic as a jerking knee when struck just right.
Seeing as a priest in a church is “normal”, and completely missing the nuance in the reply his brain goes back to neutral and waits for events to play out.

Darcy Sparrow |

"Uh... Howdy. My names Darcy, and my Grandfather Winstrow sent me to consult with you about some ancient texts you found".
Darcy begins to brush some stray crumbs from her tunic... then realizes what she is doing and decides instead to pick them off and quickly shove them into her mouth. A particularly attractive crumb falls to the ground and in a swift unthinking move she quickly scoops it up and stuffs it in her greedy pie-hole.
"I guess I'm supposed to see what you have to say about where you found them them or see if I could translate them. These are my friends". She turns slightly to each companion pointing a rude tiny finger at each of them in turn.
"Except for him". She nods her head at the stranger. "I don't know who in the hells he is... but he looks really cool... and dangerous".