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"Aye," says Gerrod darkly. "Aye...beware the rats. They hunt in the night and will come to visit us." His softly glowing eyes change to an angry purple as he continues. "They will feast, feast on the tasty dog and then will turn on the rest of us. They will leave nothing but our bones and our untouched faces staring blankly at the sky, wondering why this has happened. Ia!! Only a short while before we go to meet our fate."

ooc: not the rat I was thinking of but then you were you around for the old were rat?

Mehdi scoots in from the back door, clutching a small sack to her chest. “I got the Green Welcome for you, Mister Oliver. Great deal. Three vials for one gold piece. They’re usually ten silver pieces for a dose.” She smiles her shy little girl smile, holding the drugs out in one hand, and her other hand with an open palm.

Oliver looks at her a long time, "A gold?" He asks, "Seems too much, more then I have for such things." Oliver looks at the girl and waits for the price to come down.

ooc: Oliver will encourage her if the price comes down. He will buy less if need be, but he will wait for the price to come down.

Oliver wrote:

Ukiah wisely chooses to stay curled in in Gerrod's back as the mage pauses for breath, panting slightly. His eyes shift are back to near normal. "I will not sleep tonight. Come, let us go out to explore this city."

(Since the room is taken care of, Gerrod will go out with his bodyguard and anyone else that might be interested.)

"Let us visit this city," says Oliver turning to the servant, "Anything we should be specially wary of?" he asks.

PbemDM wrote:

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"How curious," comments the mage. "It is unusual for such a drug to simply appear. Do you know from where it came? Perhaps some herb from the swamp whose use had been forbidden until recently?" Gerrod frowns philosophically. "Oliver, perhaps it would be useful for you to test this drug so that I can study its affect on your physiology."

<presuming Oliver says no>

"Hmmm, perhaps" says Oliver turning to the girl, "How much for a dose and do you smoke it? Eat it? Drink it maybe?"

ooc: assuming the price is not ridiculous, Oliver will buy some.

... Oliver, what would you do with your dog at an inn? Should it stay in a stable or sleep in the room with you?"

"I think she will stay with me" replies Oliver. He shakes his head and smiles saying, "No thank you," to the girl.

Ses’Shelk laughs inappropriately, looks around in surprise, then stares at his feet.

Oliver looks at Ses'shelk, and then chuckles. "Not quite right, that one," says Oliver to no one in particular.

... Father Banifar has done little, if anything, to stop the spread of addiction. He is the leader of the city, but he doesn’t seem to care about its welfare. If things keep up this way, I will likely give up my Inn and return to my native Thofia.”

"Tell us more of Father Banifar. Has he always be such a leader?" asks Oliver, "Or has his behaviour changed recently?"

Gerrod and his “bodyguard” are in one room, while Oliver, Buttercup and ses’Shelk are in another. “I would keep your dog close,” the innkeeper warns, “there seems to be quite a bit of meat on his bones.”

"The dog bites back" smiles Oliver as he strokes Buttercup, "In fact I dare say she is meaner then I. She just needs to be a little better at sniffing out rats. Had a run in with a mean one but that was my fault no hers."

The mob surrounds the party. A moment of silence passes, with the crowd staring at the newcomers and the party returning the stares. The citizens of Exag are the first to break the tension, somehow deciding unanimously to begin shouting and clamoring all at once, begging for food.

A grubby, scrawny looking girl, maybe twelve or thirteen years old, motions you to follow her into a nearby alley, offering to act as your guide for a silver piece. Do you follow her or stay in the crowd and try to calm them? ...

ooc: sorry for taking so long to post. I misready your earlier post and it took me a bit to realize I needed to look for another thread.

ic: Oliver looks at the girl, turns his head quizicly and asks, "What is wrong with them?" Indicating the mob.

"Horrorborne and essense of madness?" Oliver says to himself, "And the sandman could pick them out." Oliver looks to Gornalunga, "No idea how he picked them out? was is visual, by smell maybe? Reaction to an herb or a metal like a were creature maybe?"

ooc: I will post this evening.

ooc: chuck are you interested in another option as to a play by post set up? I have a friend with a site that I may be able to get us on. We could set up our own message board which would display messages by thread. Those all of "Oliver and Gerrod" post could be together until you post "oliver and Gerrod 2", etc. If there is some interest I will talk to him. I can also get you on the current message board to see the format. A group of us discuss whatever comes up but generally around pc gaming.

ooc: I made it in.

ooc: is anyone have trouble with gmail? I really like gmail.