<bells><ring>The Raging Orc's doors smash open. "Troop movement. We are under attack from the East, West, and North. They're split'n our defense. They're coming at us from different directions...avoiding the new walls."<ring><bells> the sounds of boots and armor clang from outside.
How are you guys going to do this? The attacks are coming from the three sides Kalim and Karnog were not able to shore up last night.
She visibly relaxes and winks at Desmond. "We were heading to the caravan (lich) and then to the dark elves for trading." She looks around but sees not usable gear to pick up. "I c..c..can carry a pack...I often served as the mule when needed." She tries to smooth out what little clothing she has on.
"I've been a servant since I could remember. I head where he goes, serve him in any capacity." She shrugs. "My Master travels the tunnels buying and selling with many tribes, merchants and dwellers. Mostly dark elf, druegar, orc, and goblins." You can see she is very pale in color, so you know she has not see daylight for a long period of time. "We were coming from a druegar post trading ores and heading to see the traveling dead." You understand that to be the lich you recently saw.
"It's g..g...gone? Really." A tear runs down her cheek. She glances at the dust where the body lays destroyed. "It attacked our caravan and killed everyone. The wizard...fighters...the holy man." She stumbles over her words holding back the tears. "I'm Jennira, a servant. We were heading to a trading post."
With a healing touch Karnog eventually coaxes the lady out of her trance. She sits frightened at first but then her eyes scan the cave frantically. She searches for the creature. The sight of the adventurers confuses her until it dawns on her that she is being rescued or being transferred to a new captor. "W..wh...where is it?"
"Mount Harbringer" One of the parishioners says as she puts two coppers in the offering plate. He shakes his head back and forth when he notices the dagger on the plate. There's actually a few more people filing inside the building now, each tossing a copper or an occasional silver piece into the offering. Several people notice the dagger in the plate.
Torgue, Chell, and Cireladwen prepare for Garreg. A few minutes pass and he hasn't shuffled out yet. There's quite a bit of laughing and hooting coming from inside. More time passes.
Bri and Sorrin are not back yet...when you hear giggles from a girl, "Garreg you've all hands, hun, I've plenty of sug'r fer you. Oh..Henrix, ya gonna join th' fun with us...a little threesome." The signal should be clear for the ambush.
She chuckles, "Bastard's as corrupt as the three in there. My broth'rs too naive t'believe. Ev'ry one's on the take." She scoff's, "Those three work fer Garreg on the side, run his protection, keep his business running without too much hastle. soemtime's some smaller fish are caught fer show." She looks to the door and then back to Sorrin. "they may be corrupt but they are the law...death wish if y'kill 'em, but if you do you need to dump 'em in the vat of acid...no evidence."
She sighs, "You want me t' get Garreg out 'ere?"
Astrianna Sparacello wrote:
"So did my hangov'r remedy work?"
You remember something about people sleep in the yard and bar floor for a few copper pieces and to you it looks like it's that time of the night. There two guys playing high card at the bar with the female barkeep. They only playing for coppers...no high stakes and by the look of them, they couldn't afford much anyway.
The barkeep step away from the game to get the gin she pours it, "Olive?"
"Last call," she announces.
The town folk are a bit apprehensive about Targus but when they see that he played a visible part in their liberation, they immediately embrace him. There were some apologies and even more thanks given to him for his assistance.
The villagers are naturally tight-lipped about the secrets of Chimera Cove, but they begin to fill in the blanks. All of them know as much as Targas, and the three elders know the full story of the Terraken and the ritual to expose the entrance to the concealed port:
"When a holy symbol of Iomedae is dropped into the center of the cove on 5 fathoms of silver line, seawalls rise up to connect the islands with the shore and with each other, and the water level in the enclosed cove gradually drops by 30 feet. The receding waters reveal a cave mouth in the Lion, normally hidden below the low-tide mark, which stands tall enough to allow the entry of a medium-sized ship."
The tell you that "this cave mouth is the entrance to a network extending through all three islands. Of course, this is secondhand information, for none of us has actually been within the concealed
If shown Poltur’s letter to Baron Vendikon, they surmise that Poltur must have uncovered the ritual once inside the concealed port. Like Targas, they have never known Poltur to go by the sobriquet “the Accursed.”
A few minutes later Amaya starts to shuffle around the shack gathering belongings and packing them in a few tattered burlap sacks. It's quite somber watching how quick a poverty stricken life can be packed and ready to move. Amaya picks up the whittled toy horse and hand it to the boy, "Take this ...your pa's dead and ain't coming back, we need to leave." Her tone is a matter-of-fact.
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She chokes up, "Hatchet sacrificing himself? That doesn't sound like like him. I suppose he was different at sea."
The shack is a dingy two room building, inside the first room has some cardboard and threadbare blankets in the far corner lays a small boy obviously feverish. He has bandages wrapping his torso. he's biting down on a cloth to muffle his whimpers.
Amaya's light brown eyes dart between the newcomers and her son. Astri's words don't seem to register at first. A few moments later a single tear moistens her left cheek.
the mood is uneasy and distrustful. The people don't think they are being told the truth, and some sickness is beginning to spread on the ship.
Astri disappears leaving Sath to deal with the situation on his own. "W...wh...where did she go? Why the secrets...are we all going to get the flu like that family. Look that family's sick too...are we going to be next?"
"I want to go on the main deck too."
Sath you hear the sound of battle stations, which you know means those nonessential passengers are to stay below deck out of the way.
sense motive: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21
She exhales in clear scoff, "You've never seen the truth ahve you? the merchant's wife comments to Astri. 'They are hiding how sick this family is...they've taken the mother, not the dying dad and the kids...What do they have, we are at risk, don't lie!"
This gets alot of attention from other people.
The lady hacking up more pinkish mucus, "M..my ch...<cough> children need me, my husband <cough cough> wasn't feelin' well. Soothe syrup is what I need." She tries to argue but lays back on the table. her fever spike and her breath is wheezing.
Pretty cool hunch...you may earn that nickname Sawbones after all.
"Been cou <coughing> ...ghing today,, she is hot to the touch, calmy, she cough into the cloth. Wheezing, "C..ches...chest so tight." She leans on the good doctor and nearly falls into your arms. Her eyes look fine, pulse is elevated.
You going to examine her her middeck or take her somewhere?
You can make a check to identify what is wrong with her.