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Ally follows with the scroll, casting Lesser Restoration to allow the orc to recover. [Dice=Con recovery] 1d4

It seems to help only a little bit, but it might make a difference. The two also administer a dose of antitoxin to help him with his natural recovery against the poison.

"Well, we've done as well as we can, now its up to how lucky he is," says Ally.

In response to both Ally and Elen...

It is a scroll of Lesser Restoration. The padre knows what he is doing, even if he does not know the spell personally.

After doing what you can for the orc, Father Death tells you two to come back in a few hours. You spend the afternoon doing random things (i.e. limping around on a cane, taking random drugs, talking in a high falsetto, that kind of thing ;) ). When you come back after the evening meal, you see an extraordinarily gross sight. The orc is now moving, and he is eating a whole chicken, head first. (yup, he's an orc alright). He gives you a dirty look in passing as Juliet comes up to you.

"I can't believe the creature is moving around! How did you do it? We figured him for dead, not that it would have been much of a loss," the acolyte stage whispers.

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Father Death wrote:

Alliriyallin wrote:

Ally pops her head up and grins at the goblin, bowing and asking, "May I look over the scroll, Priest?"

The goblin gives you a quick glance and motions for you to follow him.

Elen and Ally follow the goblin priest, curious. Where is he going?

At the Inn

Ally shows up as soon as Macavity wakes the others, landing on Ruul's shoulder as they inspect the fish.

[dice=Intelligence check for Ally]1d20+2

Elen stumbles out a little later, apparently exhausted by the day. She has only a sheet wrapped around her. She blinks blearily at the fish.

[dice=Intelligence check for Elen]1d20+6

You follow the cleric back to his office, where he reaches into his desk and pulls out a scroll. "This should help you in your efforts. I will check on him later to make sure he is doing better." With that, Father Death lets you back out to the main sanctuary to complete your test.

At the Inn...

Ally pops her head up and grins at the goblin, bowing and asking, "May I look over the scroll, Priest?"

The goblin gives you a quick glance and motions for you to follow him.

Father Death wrote:

The goblin gives you a stone face, revealing nothing. "Do you have the spells that you mentioned available?"

"Not all of them, I'm afraid. I could probably remove the infection with a spell, and cure the physical damage, but the poison may still remain. I have alchemical items that may assist with this, but for restoring his weakened state, I would need either the restoration spell, or a brew known as Padzhar. (This alchemical item is from UE which of course wasn't out yet when we started. It restores Con damage which is what I assume is affecting this orc.) I would have to send away for it, or spend a number of days brewing it, and I don't think he has that long. I could dose him with Antitoxin and antiplague, but that wouldn't guarantee his recovery, only make it easier for him to heal himself -- or they could make the spells to remove disease and neutralize the poison more effective. We could also send away for scrolls of the needed spells."

You are correct about the Con damage.

Father Death mulls over what you have said for several minutes before responding. "I believe that I may have a minor scroll of restoration to contribute to the cause. Can you use it?"

"...these pustules clearly indicate a reaction to a contact poison, and the wound has become septicaemic, probably due to the difficulty of properly suturing a wound that is as inflamed as this one. I'm out of practice on stitching wounds but I could probably manage. Hmm... what sort of poison is this..."

Elen makes a brief gesture and mutters, "oppdage giften!... Ah, I see. A plant toxin, somewhat like that of the poison oak vine. Perhaps used on a weapon? Or was he in combat with a mobile plant of some sort? It's weakening him greatly. He needs a Restoration or a few repetitions of the lesser variant of that. If Lavinia were here, I'm sure she could. Perhaps you can perform that? If not, I have some alchemical remedies that may help. I could brew some Padzhar, but I'm not sure this fellow has enough time to wait for that. "

Elen waits for the goblin to indicate whether he can cast those spells, then adds, "The most straightforward way to completely heal him would be to take the stitches out, use Remove Disease to cure the septicaemia, use restoration to reduce the weakness that has taken him as the disease and poison have progressed, and use Neutralize poison to make it harmless, finally correcting the badly-stitched wound by a simple curative spell. He's sure to have a scar, but I think orcs find scars attractive."

The goblin gives you a stone face, revealing nothing. "Do you have the spells that you mentioned available?"

Lord Manticore wrote:

Duly noted on the tincture. How much further until it's done?

Troll Styptic's list price is 1000 sp, so 387 sp to go. If I roll well, 3ish days.

Father Death wrote:

"My acolytes are good for the basic stuff, wrapping bandages, splinting broken bones, all of that. You, on the other hand, can use magic, much like myself, to heal those bones. If you are going to hang around camp, I might have need of those services. The camp is attacked from time to time, and we do have those who are not yet blessed with death brought in here.

"If you can help in those times, I can try to pass along what I know about the Desolation. I don't know about Tsar itself, I've never been there, but I have toured the rest of the area a little bit. What say you?"

"Absolutely! I would be happy to volunteer my services. I know a great deal about herbs and potions as well, and there are numerous alchemical salves, powders, and tinctures that can aid in healing."

She smiles sincerely at the goblin, and asks "So what can you tell me?"

Father Death laughs loudly in his squeaky voice (he is a goblin, after all). "Oh my dear, it won't be that simple. First, a test."

The priest motions you to follow him out into the sanctuary. After walking several paces, you see an orc, lying on a cot, his left leg and arm hang limply over the side. His right arm is cast in a wrap, and is held in a sling. His right leg is also bandaged from some kind of wound, but you can't tell what it is yet.

"Please, take a look at this poor creature. Death has decided that he is not worthy, but yet something is wrong with him. I don't want him here either; if he can't die properly, then he should go back to his encampment and let the gods decide his final fate." He turns his face up to look at you, expectantly.

Let's start with a Heal check for a diagnosis. The padre will let you examine the body to your satisfaction, but remember that this is the equivelent of the 13th century. None of this washing up and sterilizing business. Once you've made your check, I'll tell you if you have found anything.

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"What do you need me to do, and for whom?"

"My acolytes are good for the basic stuff, wrapping bandages, splinting broken bones, all of that. You, on the other hand, can use magic, much like myself, to heal those bones. If you are going to hang around camp, I might have need of those services. The camp is attacked from time to time, and we do have those who are not yet blessed with death brought in here.

"If you can help in those times, I can try to pass along what I know about the Desolation. I don't know about Tsar itself, I've never been there, but I have toured the rest of the area a little bit. What say you?"

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Death looks at you in an appraising manner, before speaking. "I recognize an attempt to pull information when I see it. I beleive that I have some of the information that you seek, but I would like to ask for a service or payment in return."

"Why, of course I'm asking for information. As the local man of wisdom -- or goblin of wisdom if you prefer -- your information is doubtless of great value and I would be most happy to negotiate appropriate payment for it. What are you, err, looking for?"

"Do you cast healing spells?"

Macavity repeats and politely asks Elen to brew some tea.

Elen casts Unseen Servant and sends the invisible force to brew the tea, making sure to give explicit instructions so that it will not use the sleep-inducing tea. She also will go ahead and cast Comprehend Languages while Ruul is studying the rings, so that she can read the Giant list. (Hopefully a list in Giant and not a giant list!)

The list of ingredients are common to those low level spells that can either heal or buff (i.e. cure light, barkskin)

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Father Death wrote:

Father Death leans back in his chair and steeples his fingers in front of him. "Well, I am actually the third from my clan to stay in this place, my father before me and a great-uncle. We were called here by our deities. It's as simple as that. Why goblins?" He shrugs his shoulders, "'Why not' is as good an answer as any. No one would expect our kind to do anything like this, but we goblins are a bit more complicated than you adventurer types like to believe." He laughs at this point, knowing how true that last statement is.

"I'd deny it, but I've seen too many pathfinders who believe exactly as you say. I don't myself, but I've seen more of the world than many of even my colleagues."

While talking to Father Death, Elen also asks if he knows anything about the other purposes of their trip -- the sleeping knight and his men, the Dwarven thane, and if it is Malerix or something else that guards the gates of Tsar. She does not ask about the other goals, not wanting to reveal too much at this point.

Death looks at you in an appraising manner, before speaking. 'I recognize an attempt to pull information when I see it. I beleive that I have some of the information that you seek, but I would like to ask for a service or payment in return."

Father Death wrote:

Father Death wrote:

"I will have to hold you to that, Elen," the good padre says, with a grin. Father Death calls out, "Romeo, go and fetch the good lady here a cuppa, would you?"

After he offers you a seat, and the acolyte brings you a steaming mug of rich kaffe, Death looks you over for a moment, slowly rubbing his chin. "You know, it would be easier to arrange for your demise than it would be to come up with reliable people to help you with your endeavours."

The goblin continues to rub his chin comptemplatively. He then leans forward in his chair, and says "Well, you might find a few people around here, that aren't either working for the mercenaries or the market that might pitch in. The mercs themselves might do it for a few days, mostly out of sheer boredom, but will likely disappear if something better comes along. Other than that, you might have to bring a few people up here from Gundrun, and I don't have to tell you how likely that is."

"Ah, well. Thank you anyway. How did you come to this place, if I may ask? One rarely sees those of your race here."

Father Death leans back in his chair and steeples his fingers in front of him. "Well, I am actually the third from my clan to stay in this place, my father before me and a great-uncle. We were called here by our deities. It's as simple as that. Why goblins?" He shrugs his shoulders, "'Why not' is as good an answer as any. No one would expect our kind to do anything like this, but we goblins are a bit more complicated than you adventurer types like to believe." He laughs at this point, knowing how true that last statement is.

"I will have to hold you to that, Elen," the good padre says, with a grin. Father Death calls out, "Romeo, go and fetch the good lady here a cuppa, would you?"

After he offers you a seat, and the acolyte brings you a steaming mug of rich kaffe, Death looks you over for a moment, slowly rubbing his chin. "You know, it would be easier to arrange for your demise than it would be to come up with reliable people to help you with your endeavours."

The goblin continues to rub his chin comptemplatively. He then leans forward in his chair, and says "Well, you might find a few people around here, that aren't either working for the mercenaries or the market that might pitch in. The mercs themselves might do it for a few days, mostly out of sheer boredom, but will likely disappear if something better comes along. Other than that, you might have to bring a few people up here from Gundrun, and I don't have to tell you how likely that is."

Father Death wrote:

Elen Emerwen wrote:

Elen will go to Father Death, since she finds him less intimidating, mostly because of his size, and ask if he knows who can do construction work in the Camp.

You find Father Death in his sanctuary, pouring over some books and drinking something steaming out of a large mug. He looks up and smiles at you. You notice that he is not trying to show you his rather sharp teeth.

"Ah, good day to you, madame witch. How can I help you on this fine, somewhat blessed day. Do you need any help committing to a suicide or anything like that?"

"I was thinking the second Wealday of next week for that one." She winks. "Actually, Father, I was thinking that as this small community's spiritual leader, you must know everyone. Who would you recommend for construction work? Since we've come into possession of the Benderhouse, essentially by right of conquest, we need to rebuild it into a base of operations for our expedition."

"I will have to hold you to that, Elen," the good padre says, with a grin. Father Death calls out, "Romeo, go and fetch the good lady here a cuppa, would you?"

After he offers you a seat, and the acolyte brings you a steaming mug of rich kaffe, Death looks you over for a moment, slowly rubbing his chin. "You know, it would be easier to arrange for your demise than it would be to come up with reliable people to help you with your endeavours."

Elen will go to Father Death, since she finds him less intimidating, mostly because of his size, and ask if he knows who can do construction work in the Camp.

You find Father Death in his sanctuary, pouring over some books and drinking something steaming out of a large mug. He looks up and smiles at you. You notice that he is not trying to show you his rather sharp teeth.

"Ah, good day to you, madame witch. How can I help you on this fine, somewhat blessed day. Do you need any help committing to a suicide or anything like that?"

By now, several members of the Camp have come out to see what the commotion is all about, including the Usurer. But it is Father Death, along with his female acolyte, that comes up to you first, demanding to find out what is going on.

"Did someone die? Is anyone dead? Oh, it would be a great way to wake up, knowing that my Lord has received another to his ranks. It would be even better than a cup of kaffe."

Ruul flags down Father Death.

"It appears the worst has been dealt with", the bull minotaur explains. "Between our mages and our skilled warriors no casualties were taken except a few of the beasts. Do you know Gurg and his men well?"

"Yes I do, typical mercenaries they are. Most of them can't wait to fall on their swords. Although I must admit, I have never seen a giant cry before. It's not that they have emotions, or anything, but I always thought they were too stupid to do anything but throw rocks and play dead."

How far away from the rest of the group are the hag and Macavity now? Can Elen mentally call to Imbrukar? (I've always been a little confused as to whether an Imp's telepathy is two-way or one-way.)

We can call it between 50 and 60 feet.

At this point, Father Death and his acolytes have come out from their sanctuary to find out if anyone needs healing or (hopefully) last rites. The cat hisses at him as he comes outside.

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Elen feels she may have made a bit of a connection to this unusual, goblin-sized hobgoblin. He doesn't seem like that bad a sort after all.

You get this tidbit from the wizened priest: "Certain death lies before the walls of the city. You must first face the smaller deaths that are available throughout the Desolation, before your confrontation with death incarnate. Otherwise, you will surely be slain most horribly. Isn't that wonderful?"

Random: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13

Ruul nods.

"We are staying at the boarding house for now, although we may need to seek out something better for the long term. Their rooms and furniture is not meant for a bull like me", the minotaur says with a sweeping gesture across his form.

"Renting our own building would be ideal..."

"There's nothing available for 'rent,' there are no landlords or anything like that. If you want a building to call your own, and I can certainly understand a bull of your size not wanting to stay with the gnomes, then you'll simply have to build it yourself."

"Are there any others we should meet sooner rather than later within the camp? We've spoken with the Ursurer already..."

"Well, if you rode horses up here, you're going to want to stable them. Depending on where you're staying, that is. The stables are behind the Usurer's place. The stable master is not an easy fellow to get along with, especially if he is on what passes for the sauce around here. You met the Usurer, so you'll know about exchanging currency for iron. There are a few mercenary companies camped here as well. I'll let you be the judge of their merit. Are you staying at the boarding house or camping outside?"

Ruul greets the high priest with a bow of his horned head.

"Greetings Father Death. My companions and I are new to the camp and are just here to pay our respects for now."

"What other faiths do the residents of the camp practice here?"

The forums seem to be a bit wonky on my end as well, as I just had to get rid of some double postings before the timer went off. Let's hope everything is back in order.

"Mostly people around here pray to whomever will listen to them. It sometimes even works, but considering the nature of this place, it;s not too surprising. But that being said, most people come to me sooner or later so that I can heal their wounds and bind their broken bones."

The acolyte starts to speak, when you hear a noise coming from the alter. A moment later, you see a hobgoblin pop out from the same place. A motion from the acolyte brings the diminutive creature towards you. It looks typical for a creature of its type, except that its face and hands are bone white and patterned like bones. He smiles beatifically at you and says "May the spirits guide you towards the everlasting peace. It is good to see new faces here. Are you looking to expire today, or do you just want the ten silver tour of our synagogue?" Father Death laughs softly at his bit of humor.