"Sssstonestriker," the kobold says angrily, "Is the disssstrusssstful dwarf over there."
"Aha. Hi Stoney! Why are you distrustful?"
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For Coralee
For Drint, Fjyndel, Girther, Quince, Quirk Listen DC 10
For CoraleeSpoiler:The door of the big house opens and a huge imposing man stands before you. "Damn it, what do you want of my son so late in the night? I could have you arrested you know?"Spoiler:Coralee slowly looks up wide eyed at the huge man and stammers, "SON! I don't... what... um... isn't Jurin Kreed the owner of this house? Isn't that you? I'm a bit confused."
She collects her thoughts and quickly goes on, "Um, please don't have me arrested. Laurel the Healer at Roots and Remedies was attacked and one of her patients was murdered. Due to Desna's Luck I needed to speak with Laurel and happened on her just in time to save her life, else I fear there may have been two murders this night! She asked me to come straight here and ask for Jurin Kreed in hopes that he could introduce me to one Quince Darkivy. So, well... um... here I am! Is there a Jurin Kreed here? Oh yeah, you said he was your son. So can I talk to him please. I think it's important that I find this Quince Darkivy. Well at least Larel seems to think it's important. Oh I hope Laurel is alright. I hope those people went and got the Sheriff and managed to get her some more help. Oh dear, I just thought... if she's the healer then who is going to help her! Now I really need to find Mr Darkivy so I can get back and check on Laurel and make sure she is alright. Maybe I should have given her some more healing before I left. Now I'm all turned about. Hey wait, if you're NOT Jurin Kreed then who are you? Oh yeah his father, so what's your name then Mr Kreed?"
Coralee seems not to have taken a breath during her rapid discourse, which only seems to be half aimed at the imposing man in front of her. She finishes and looks up at him with a big grin on her face, no longer quite as intimidated or flustered as she was when the door was first opened.
Spoiler:You can barely make out a high pitched female voice rattling off a string of questions and statements, seemingly to and about various people, two of which are Laurel and Jurin Kreed.
1d20=0=15
Drint says, "Lets go down and see just what in Zon-Kuthon's name is going on here."
Girther watches the events unfold with first puzzlement and confusion and then embarrassment. He mumbles a brief hello to Quirk. His rugged face is red and every time he looks at Drint it gets a little redder. He starts to speak to Drint a couple of times but stops as soon as he starts. Finally he says in a soft tone, “Drint, I’m sorry.”
Girther watches the events unfold with first puzzlement and confusion and then embarrassment. He mumbles a brief hello to Quirk. His rugged face is red and every time he looks at Drint it gets a little redder. He starts to speak to Drint a couple of times but stops as soon as he starts. Finally he says in a soft tone, “Drint, I’m sorry.”
Drint sighs. "It'ssss okay. I guess I'm not ussssed to...having friendssss. Not ssssince..." He breaks off. "Nevermind", he says roughly.
Listen DC 10(1d20+2=11)
Listen DC 15 (1d20+2=15)
"Who is that speaking? I'll come with you all. Trust me, I know what I'm doing."
Listen checks (1d20+3=11, 1d20+3=22)
"Personally, I think we're all gonna die. But whoever it is, she's looking for me. Any ideas why? Fjyndel, you're more of a healer than I am. Anything more than a sprained ankle...actually, I don't even know what to do about that. I can bandage up a cut, as long as it's not too deep...Oh dear, I hope young Jurin won't be in trouble because of this..."
Quince is obviously quite nervous, but he finally winds down and takes a deep breath.
"Let's go see what's going on."
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For Coralee
“Father, I heard my name.” Says a boy who is a small replica of the large man but whose countenance is completely the opposite. Where the large man is cruel and wise, the boy evokes kindness and friendliness. “Boy, what did I tell you about associating with riff raff?”
Looking pass the father and son, you notice a strange collection of beings: a dwarf, a gnome, a halfling, a kobold and a pixie!
The large man anger is palpable as his face reddens upon seeing these other beings. “And who are you? And what are you doing in my house?”
For Drint, Fyjndel, Girther, Quince and Quirk
Then you are at the doorway. You notice a large man, who could be a larger version of Jurin were it not for the cruelty clearly etched on his face. You also notice a gnome and Jurin.
The large man anger is palpable as his face reddens upon seeing you. “And who are you? And what are you doing in my house?”
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For Coralee [spoiler] “No. I am Jurin’s father.” Says the large man. “And what business have you with my son? Speak quickly or I’ll have you horsewhipped.” Threatens the large man.
“Father, I heard my name.” Says a boy who is a small replica of the large man but whose countenance is completely the opposite. Where the large man is cruel and wise, the boy evokes kindness and friendliness. “Boy, what did I tell you about associating with riff raff?”
Looking past the father and son, you notice a strange collection of beings: a dwarf, a gnome, a halfling, a kobold and a pixie!
The large man anger is palpable as his face reddens upon seeing these other beings. “And who are you? And what are you doing in my house?”
Coralee looks back and forth between the boy and his father a couple of times.
"I'm slightly confused now. Laurel never mentioned any of this. She just told me to find the largest house in town and tell Jurin Kreed to direct me to Quince Darkivy. I just sort of assumed that Jurin was the person who owned the house."Coralee sees the approaching group and watches the large man's reaction. "You don't know the people in your house? Now I'm really confused. Are they robbers? HEY, ARE YOU ROBBERS? YOU KNOW YOU REALLY SHOULDN'T LET YOURSELF BE SEEN LIKE THAT. I don't think they are very good robbers if they let themselves be seen like that. Oh dear, maybe they are Assassins. HEY, ARE YOU ASS..." Coralee's face looks like she just swallowed a large ball.
"Oh dear, oh dear, maybe they are the people that attacked Laurel and now they are here for somone else. Maybe Jurin, maybe his father, maybe even me. Yikes, maybe they followed me here."
Coralee starts to look a little worried, as she looks past Jurin's father at her perceived assassins.
Drinta looks nervous, as he usually does. "Jurin invited us here for...helping him and his friends with...a problem. We..." At this point he sees everyone looking at him and falls silent. "Nevermind", he says, adjusting his hood over his eyes.
Quince steps forward and strikes a somewhat dramatic pose. Ignoring Jurin's father, he says in a loud voice, "I am Quince Darkivy. State your business, woman. You say Laurel asked for me? Why?"
Quince steps forward and strikes a somewhat dramatic pose. Ignoring Jurin's father, he says in a loud voice, "I am Quince Darkivy. State your business, woman. You say Laurel asked for me? Why?"
Coralee looks at the Halfling as he addresses her and says, "Oh phew, I was afraid for a second you might have been the ones that attacked Laurel and were now here to try and get me for raising the alarm and helping her. OK, here's what happened."
She pauses for a second, takes a deep breath and launches into her description of what happened. "I needed to go and see Laurel because I thought that there may be some kind of disease in town after witnessing some strange behaviour in the Sitting Duck Tavern, which COULD have just been attributed to drunken sickness, but it really did look like they were sick. So I got to Laurel's shop, the Roots and Remedies and knocked on the door... no answer right, so I looked in the window and saw Laurel, well I didn't know it was Laurel at that stage, slumped over and when I managed to get the door open I found that she had a knife stuck in her back! Well I pulled it out and called upon the Grace of Desna and managed to heal the worst of her wounds. She was still pretty weak, but she asked me to check on another patient in the next room, which I did. It turned out that the patient was an old man and he had been horribly mutilated by whoever had attacked Laurel! So I went back and broke the news to laurel and she told me to come over here, to the biggest house in town, and find Jurin Kreed and ask him to introduce me to Quince Darkivy, that's you, and so here I am. Only I thought that Jurin must be the owner of the house and it turns out that he really isn't and that this large gentleman is the actual owner of the house and that he is Jurin's father and that he's not to happy about me waking everybody up and apparently he didin't know that you and those others, is that a Kobold I can see there, were staying here, which I assume must have been because Jurin let you stay because there's no vacancies at the Sitting Duck, I have already been there and checked and the Barkeeper there was a little rude to me and suggested that I go and stay at the brothel across town, which I can only assume he said because I'm pretty alright looking and he thought that maybe I could get a job there, which by the way is something that I would never do. So there you have it, that's my story about why I am here and hey I forgot to tell everyone my name, I'm Coralee Starscryer, Faithful Servant of Our Lady Desna and current healer for the merchant caravan that's in town, I'm just using them to see more of the world you know, get out do a bit of travelling, see some of Desna's Holy Sites, you know, that sort of thing. I was born at one of Desna's Holy Sites you know, a Moon Glade in the Sanos Forest. My parents, Dasso and Coral tend the Moon Glade and are also Faithful of Desna, although I think they get their spells differently to me, mine just seem to "come" to me, I think that they're a Gift form Desna. My parents always said I was really lucky and that was a sure sign of Desna's Blessing. So why would Laurel want me to come and find you Quince, err... Mr Darkivy? Can you help in some way? Do you know why she was attacked? Are you a Healer too, is that why she wants you, so you can help her? Because I still have some Healing Power left, I can certainly help out. I'm a bit worried about her now, I wish I had given her a little more healing. Oh I hope she's all right. We should really hurry back there and check on her. I'm sure the Sheriff is there by now, I sent some of the townspeople to fetch him and tell him what happened. You can come to if you want Mr Kreed Sir, and Jurin too if he wants, altough it may not be the best place for a boy, you know, knife attack and dead body and all, especially since the old man's wounds were quite horrific. So should we get going now? Your friends can come too Mr Quince, I'm sure Laurel must have meant for them to come too if they are with you, unless she doesn't know about them and only met you, but even then I'm sure that they can come, she wouldn't mind. Let's go, we should hurry back."
She finally pauses and seems to be a little out of breath after her rapid fire retelling of the situation, but you can see that she is still quite active, looking from person to person and waiting for a response. She seems to keep half turning to leave, then looking back at everyone with an expectant smile.
Drint looks stunned for a moment, and then smiles nervously. "That'ssss...quite a sssstory." He turns to Girther and the rest of his friends. "Do you think that the folk who attacked Laural might have gone for a ssssecond passss at ending her life? If sssso, I hope the townssssfolk got there in time."
“So, the prophet is dead”, says Girther quietly. Without another word he strides resolutely toward Laurels home.
“So, the prophet is dead”, says Girther quietly. Without another word he strides resolutely toward Laurels home.
Drint pauses as the words sink in. "Of coursssse...I should have realized that ssssooner. What a fool I am."
Mr. Kreed sarcastically comments, "Perhaps you'd want to discuss your affair privately. Outside my house."
The party having gone outside the house, Mr. Kreed slams the door on the party.
Coralee looks back at the door with a frown.
"Well he's a bit of a Gloomy Gus isn't he! Maybe Gus is his name, that would fit right. Hee hee. Well let's get going I can't wait to see if Laurel is alright."She grabs Quince's hand and starts to pull him in the direction of The Roots and Remedies.
"C'mon it's this way, hurry up back there little Pixie. Mr Dwarf is beating us already."
She leans in and whispers loudly to Quince as she's pulling him.
"Hihi, wait 'til he discovers the hole in his ceiling. Then he'll get really angry. Can't wait to bring him down..."
Quince hurries along with the hyperactive gnome, following in Girther's footsteps. "I'm no healer," he tells her. "I have some magic, but not that kind. I have no idea what she wants from me. Unless...I introduced myself to her, but I'm not sure if my companions did. My name might be the only one she knows."
"And yes, Drint is a kobold, by all appearances. I just met him today. In fact, we all met today, at the Sitting Duck. Except for the little one. He just popped up inside the house a little while ago. But even so, Drint seems all right. He hasn't given me any reason to distrust him, at any rate."
"So let me get that right... You found Laurel wounded in her shop? Patched her up and she told you to get Quince? Man, you must have made an impression on that human..." Fjyndel comments with a smirk.
"By the way, I am Fjyndel. And Quirk: yes, I will help you stopping the cutting down of the woods around."
Drint looks annoyed. "Yessss, I am a kobold, and while perhapssss some of my race 'are not the nicesssst people around' plenty of ussss are nicer than some gnomessss so I recommend you don't inssssult my kind again", he says, unusually bold.She leans in and whispers loudly to Quince as she's pulling him.
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The kobold continues. "Now, 'Quirk', I want to know something and I want to know it now. Why did you attack me in the hall?"
"Yippie!" Quirk jumps into the air. "Thanks, Fjyndel."
Then turning to the kobold.
"I did not attack you in the hall, Drint. I came in through the roof and directly into your room. I have no clue, where you were or what you were trying to do. Will you help me, if I try to help you figuring out what attacked you in the hall?"
"Yippie!" Quirk jumps into the air. "Thanks, Fjyndel."
Then turning to the kobold.
"I did not attack you in the hall, Drint. I came in through the roof and directly into your room. I have no clue, where you were or what you were trying to do. Will you help me, if I try to help you figuring out what attacked you in the hall?"
Drint looks confused. "But..." He looks at Quince. "Didn't you ssssay that the thing on our roof had magic? I wassss attacked by ssssomething that made me feel very, very tired, and other than you there were no magessss with us. As far assss I know."
Girther has been listening to the exchange between Quirk and Drint. Without slowing he says, “Our interaction with the prophet was probably observed. We may have enemies that we know nothing about.”
Turning slightly to Coralee he continues, “Indeed the kobold is with us. His name is Drint and he has already proven himself to be honorable; more so than myself.”
Girther raises his voice slightly and says, “It seems our separate life paths have converged here in Falcon’s Hollow; for what reason is yet to be seen. I suggest we see what we can do for Laurel and then turn our attention to what Quirk and Fjyndel have come here for. May Torag favor our steps.”
Girther has been listening to the exchange between Quirk and Drint. Without slowing he says, “Our interaction with the prophet was probably observed. We may have enemies that we know nothing about.”
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Turning slightly to Coralee he continues, “Indeed the kobold is with us. His name is Drint and he has already proven himself to be honorable; more so than myself.”
Girther raises his voice slightly and says, “It seems our separate life paths have converged here in Falcon’s Hollow; for what reason is yet to be seen. I suggest we see what we can do for Laurel and then turn our attention to what Quirk and Fjyndel have come here for. May Torag favor our steps.”
"Well, if Torag is in favor from your side, we have Coralee with Desnas blessing and I am a servant of Gozreh.
Should we need more Gods to overcome the difficulties, then we might not be the right ones for the task."
Drint mutters to himself, "The god I worship would not help ussss. Why issss that?"
Drint looks confused. "But..." He looks at Quince. "Didn't you ssssay that the thing on our roof had magic? I wassss attacked by ssssomething that made me feel very, very tired, and other than you there were no magessss with us. As far assss I know.""Yippie!" Quirk jumps into the air. "Thanks, Fjyndel."
Then turning to the kobold.
"I did not attack you in the hall, Drint. I came in through the roof and directly into your room. I have no clue, where you were or what you were trying to do. Will you help me, if I try to help you figuring out what attacked you in the hall?"
"I did detect some magic above us," Quince tells Drint. "But that was only in our room. And I think a pixie would certainly radiate magic to some extent. But I don't know where you were when you were attacked. Was it near the room?"
Quince thinks for a moment, then adds, "You don't seem to have been harmed, just made sleepy. It could also be that Quirk doesn't consider that an 'attack'. Who knows how a pixie thinks?"
Drint mutters to himself, "The god I worship would not help ussss. Why issss that?"
"Sorry Drint, I do not remember you saying which god you worship. But he will probably help us in our task, since he brought you to us." replies the gnome.
Quince hurries along with the hyperactive gnome, following in Girther's footsteps. "I'm no healer," he tells her. "I have some magic, but not that kind. I have no idea what she wants from me. Unless...I introduced myself to her, but I'm not sure if my companions did. My name might be the only one she knows."
"And yes, Drint is a kobold, by all appearances. I just met him today. In fact, we all met today, at the Sitting Duck. Except for the little one. He just popped up inside the house a little while ago. But even so, Drint seems all right. He hasn't given me any reason to distrust him, at any rate."
"Oh that's good then, I was just worried 'cause well you know he's a Kobold! Maybe Laurel saw something about you she trusted, you do seem to have something about you that makes me want to trust you."
"So let me get that right... You found Laurel wounded in her shop? Patched her up and she told you to get Quince? Man, you must have made an impression on that human..." Fjyndel comments with a smirk.
"By the way, I am Fjyndel."
"Hi Fjyndel, I'm Coralee. Glad to have another Gnome along to talk to . You look like you would know your way around a Forest. I grew up in the Sanos Forest you know... in a Moon Glade that was Sacred to Desna. It was pretty good growing up there, although I never really had a great affinity for the forest itself."
Drint looks annoyed. "Yessss, I am a kobold, and while perhapssss some of my race 'are not the nicesssst people around' plenty of ussss are nicer than some gnomessss so I recommend you don't inssssult my kind again", he says, unusually bold.
Coralee frowns a bit at Drint and then breaks out a big cheesy grin.
"Hey there Drinty my little red fellow. No hard feelings. You know there are some not very nice Gnomes too, even though most of us are really nice. I s'pose we're just like oppostites really. Most Kobolds are nasty and most Gnomes are nice, but there's always gonna be ones that don't go with the flow. Ooops, I didn't mean that you and I are opposites, 'cause I'm actually really nice and I didn't mean to imply that you were nasty again. Or on the other hand if everyone says you're nice, then that would make me nasty which I can assure you I'm not. Although if I really was nasty then I wouldn't want you to know that and I would probably tell you I was nice anyway, so I s'pose you're just gonna to have to trust me just like I'm gonna have to trust you, right!Turning slightly to Coralee he continues, “Indeed the kobold is with us. His name is Drint and he has already proven himself to be honorable; more so than myself.”
Girther raises his voice slightly and says, “It seems our separate life paths have converged here in Falcon’s Hollow; for what reason is yet to be seen. I suggest we see what we can do for Laurel and then turn our attention to what Quirk and Fjyndel have come here for. May Torag favor our steps.”
[b]"C'mon Stoney, don't be so hard on yourself. I'm sure you've got plenty of honour. Although I'm sure there are Dwarves without honour, so it's possible that you don't have any honour. But then why would you want to help Fjyndel and Quirk, she waves at Quirk at this, "hi Quirk, my name's Coralee, you're a cute little Pixie aren't you, unless you had any honour, which I'm sure you do for that exact reason."
Drint mutters to himself, "The god I worship would not help ussss. Why issss that?"
"Cheer up Drint, no need to frown all the time, surely your god doesn't not like you, my Godess loves me, or so I've been told by my parent's on numerous occasions, although given the fact that I can feel her presence with me all the time I fully believe them, I'm just saying. You know if your God doesn't like you maybe you should have a chat with another one and see if they like you. I can have a chat with Desna, well not really a chat you know, I just talk and I'm sure she hears me, she doesn't actually answer back and I'll see if she likes you, which I'm sure she will, you seem like a nice Kobold, although you do frown alot, from what I've seen at least, maybe you're just in a grumpy mood 'cause you know I have only known you for a couple of minutes. So there you go I'm sure you can choose Desna as your Godess and she'll just love to have you as a friend. I can teach you all about her if you like! She gives Drint a big welcoming grin and tosses him a "thumbs up" sign.
She turns back to the path ahead and says to the party:
"Ahhh, here we are, quickly let's go inside and see if Laurel is alright and whether those people did what i asked them to and went and got the Sheriff 'cause we really should talk to him about what happened and maybe we should let him know that there is a disease in town which could be infecting the townsfolk. Laurel will want to tell him I'm sure... that is of course as long as she is up to it."
She heads quickly towards The Roots and Remedies, dragging Quince along behind her by the arm.
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She heads quickly towards The Roots and Remedies, dragging Quince along behind her by the arm.
Quince shrugs helplessly at his companions, hoping they don't abandon him to this strange (and talkative!) gnome.
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Drint mutters to himself, "The god I worship would not help ussss. Why issss that?""Sorry Drint, I do not remember you saying which god you worship. But he will probably help us in our task, since he brought you to us." replies the gnome.
Drint nods gloomily, then shakes himself. "What am I doing? A kobold doessss not keep ssssecrets from his friends. I worship Zon-Kuthon, God of Vengeansssse. But doubtssss...I don't know..."
"Hi Fjyndel, I'm Coralee. Glad to have another Gnome along to talk to... You look like you would know your way around a Forest. I grew up in the Sanos Forest you know... in a Moon Glade that was Sacred to Desna. It was pretty good growing up there, although I never really had a great affinity for the forest itself."
"It is nice to meet you too Coralee. But now that we are two Gnomes, how about you do the talking and I do the listening?" Fjyndel jokingly replies, then going back to chatting: "Yes, I know some things about living in forests, for I was raised by Druids, and they taught me a lot about the nature. Although they did not do that with many words, looking back at that time..."
Drint nods gloomily, then shakes himself. "What am I doing? A kobold doessss not keep ssssecrets from his friends. I worship Zon-Kuthon, God of Vengeansssse. But doubtssss...I don't know..."
Turning back to Drint the Gnome thinks shortly, then answering: "I am not familiar with Zon-Kuthon, but maybe we can sort that out later, now let us see what we can do for Laurel, will we?"
"Hi Coralee, I am trying to save the forest from the killing axes of this lumber company. Will you help me? And why does anyone see, that I am a Pixie... my wings are not showing, are they? I tried so hard to disguise myself as a small child. I thought I would not be detected that way..."
"Hi Coralee, I am trying to save the forest from the killing axes of this lumber company. Will you help me? And why does anyone see, that I am a Pixie... my wings are not showing, are they? I tried so hard to disguise myself as a small child.."
"Children don't climb on roofs in the middle of the night."
"They don't? Okay."
Quirk shrugs. "Next time I'll knock."
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Your journey through the town to Laurel's shop is uneventful though you notice that a lot of households are still awake as shown by the lights burning in their houses.
Arriving at the Roots and Remedies, you open the door and find Laurel waiting for you. Despite her wound, she appears to have been moving about. "Thank the gods you are here. Quickly, come in. There is much I have to tell you and very little time." Laurel's voice clearly filled with fear and dread.
You open the door to the Roots and Remedies and find Laurel waiting for you. Despite her wound, she appears to have been moving about. "Thank the gods you are here. Quickly, come in. There is much I have to tell you and very little time."
Coralee rushes over to Laurel.
"Oh Thank Desna you're alright Laurel. I was worried I hadn't given you enough healing. Do you require more, you still seem a little shaky? Did the Sheriff arrive? I spoke to some townsfolk on the way to grab Quince and asked them to get him because there had been an attack and murder here. I found Quince and brought him just like you said. He has a bunch of friends with him though. I hope it's alright if they come in too. Maybe they can help as well. Is there anything you need me to do for you? Any help you need? Did you get a chance to have a look at the old man? Whoever did that needs help. Hopefully the Sheriff will be able to find and help him. Well here's Quince I'll let you tell him what you need, although I explained what happened, you can maybe fill us in on some details."She waves her hand at Quince and the others while speaking and waits expectantly for Laurel's answer.
Coralee approaches Laurel and takes a cup.
Ooooo, I like tea. It's always a good way to start the morning. Although it's not morning, but still."
She blows on it and then takes a sip to see how hot it is.
Fjyndel steps in the little shop and thanks Laurel for the tea, cautiousely sipping on it, trying to identify the herbs she used to brew it.
He then thinks of the old prophet and asks: "May I first see the body of the Prophet? Maybe we find some clues, even if I doubt it."
Quirk reaches on his toes to the counter and gets the cup shakily down. "Uh, hot, hot." he begins to change the cup between hands and blows in turns on his newly free hand and the steaming cup. "Uh, ha, ou, iek...ahhhh, that is what this appendage for this cup is for. Mmmmhhhhh, delicious."