Completed Play-by-Post: In Search of the Sorcerer

[nikolokolus]

Just to be clear, you intend to leave the swamp at night?

 

[Grimgravy]

Exiting the chamber Rhenmyr asks, "Where's the camp? Trying to traverse this fen in the dark doesn't seem wise."

 

[nikolokolus]

OOC

I'll let you guys work out your plans. When you think you've got it decided tag me. In the meantime, the conversation was moving pretty fast. Did I overlook anybody's post(s) about what their character is doing. Was anybody doing any more digging in the sand around the pool for instance?

EDIT

Nevermind I just saw Grimgravy's post about searching the streambed.

While Mab constructs a makeshift lean-to out of fallen logs, rushes and sedges on a (relatively) dry patch of ground, Rhenmyr continues to search in the gravel and sand around the pool. Digging for about 40 minutes, he nicks his finger on something sharp about 6 inches below the surface. He carefully digs around the sharp object with his fingers and moments later pulls forth an untarnished bronze dagger, with an ornate handle of silver and gold stylized into the form of a seated skeleton with its hands folded across its chest.

The dagger is warm to the touch.

 

[Llywelyn ap Gruffydd]

OOC

I'll let you guys work out your plans. When you think you've got it decided tag me. In the meantime, the conversation was moving pretty fast. Did I overlook anybody's post(s) about what their character is doing. Was anybody doing any more digging in the sand around the pool for instance?

Spoiler

If Urash was going to be down there for another hour as we searched, Cormac would probably keep searching around. I know we have a decent haul already. Plus with it being dark, I doubt we are going anywhere soon. It gives him the evning to root around. The other thing, wa that noxious gas gone? I missed it if was still there or gone after the wolf was schwacked.

 

[nikolokolus]

The pool has gone completely still and no noxious fumes belch forth. In a matter of 30 minutes or so after the slaying of the wolf the air was considerably healthier. Two hours on, there are still traces of brimstone in the chamber, but Ker and Mab both confer and conclude that the air is no longer poisonous.

 

[nikolokolus]

Cormac recognizes something about the dagger; like the figure could be a primitive representation of Arawn.

 

[L'ennui]

"It is as I said to Marcán. Now may not be the best time to leave. This place is certainly dreary, but it should be safer than travel by night."

 

[L'ennui]

To Ker:

"I find your concern admirable, truly, but I assure you I am quite all right. Spy on me if you must, but nothing will come of of it."

 

[Grimgravy]

"Woohoo. Look at this! It's warm in the hand even though I just pulled it out of the sand. Nice craftsmanship, but I'm not sure I like the look of the bulbous head."

 

[Wayward Son]

"Is anyone in need of bandaging, cleaning of wounds, et cetera?"

 

[ERYFKRAD]

"Drune, perhaps the Bard needs tending to?"

To Brule, Fidach and Oona, "While we have the time, tell me what you can of our chieftain, how the village has been under his rule, how is his worth in a fight, whatever you think can help us against him."

 

[Siveon]

Marcán responds to Urash, "It seems whatever you did, or whatever we did to the beast has made the air cleaner. If it is just for the night, I am willing to stay - but no longer."

Marcán responds to Borric, "Oh no, I'm fine don't worry about me." He winces. "Actually yeah, that'd be great."

 

[Llywelyn ap Gruffydd]

"May I see that dagger? It looks familiar, like some of the stone sculptures I've seen in our crypts."

 

[Grimgravy]

"Of course." Rhenmyr hands the dagger to Cormac.

 

[nikolokolus]

"Drune, perhaps the Bard needs tending to?"

To Brule, Fidach and Oona, "While we have the time, tell me what you can of our chieftain, how the village has been under his rule, how is his worth in a fight, whatever you think can help us against him."

Note

Fidach took his daughter Oona westward to the Dardanii tribe where his sister was married to one of their clansman.

Brule rubs at his chin, "Talorc is a capable warrior; it's probably the main reason he was elected King by the ring of Elders ten years ago. As for his rule, he's a petty, thin-skinned, pig's arse who thinks only of himself and his thegns -- The carls and cottars haven't fared well under him.

With the coming of the wolf, the subsequent lottery, and the banishment of Eogan (the village Drune) I think people are desperate and bear him no love. If they could be convinced that we banished the wolf and if a Drune accused him of being a craven who has broken the law, Mab or Ker for instance, I think they would turn on him. If we are lucky, we might be able to challenge him and force the elders to pick a new king. If we are unlucky? . . ." His voice kind of trails off and he shrugs.

 

[Wayward Son]

Mab tends to Cornac's wounds. (What do I roll?)

 

[nikolokolus]

Mab tends to Cornac's wounds. (What do I roll?)

Spoiler

If we were playing Magic World/Stormbringer (my personal favorite game) you'd have a 'physik' roll and could heal people with a bit of first-aid. In good ol' D&D tending wounds just means people recover a bit faster when they have full bed rest. Once Druid's get to 2nd level they can start praying for 2nd level spells, one of which is cure-light-wounds.

 

[ERYFKRAD]

Spoiler

Whoops long day, forgot about their being away.

"Challenge your Chief to a Duel, and then what? Are there rules for how the duel shall be?"

 

[Llywelyn ap Gruffydd]

Cormac inspects the knife closely. Thinking back to his younger days of training in the ways of his sect, and what he knows of Arawn.

Spoiler

Marcán is the one that needs healing. I'm only missing 1hp from the bad gas.

 

[nikolokolus]

Spoiler

Whoops long day, forgot about their being away.

"Challenge your Chief to a Duel, and then what? Are there rules for how the duel shall be?"

Brule looks slightly taken aback, "A duel? No I don't think that would work. I'm exiled, I have no standing in the tribe any longer. But, if Mab (a Drune) could bring suit against him for cravenness he might be mollified enough to step down out of shame, or at least the remaining elders in the clan ring might force him to step aside." He pauses and ponders for a bit, "The only person who could challenge him is a member of the tribe. If Marcan actually marries Crone Ymae? . . ." He wrinkles his nose in disgust

Cormac inspects the knife closely. Thinking back to his younger days of training in the ways of his sect, and what he knows of Arawn.

You've seen daggers similar to this buried with bodies of long-dead priests in the catacombs back home. What they were used for (ceremonial badge, defense, etc.) is unknown to you. When you hold it in your hands it just feels right. Your body is suffused with warmth and the chill of the swamp drains away from your body, leaving you feeling comfortable and at ease.

 

[Grimgravy]

"A wedding, a bedding, a duel, and a funeral all in one day! Exciting prospects in the future. And if you're lucky, the last one wont be yours." Rhenmyr grins at Marcán.

 

[Siveon]

Marcán gives a wry smile. "Laugh it up bowman. I'd rather not think about forced marriages or duels right about now." He makes a strained laugh.

 

[Wayward Son]

"I will attempt to bring a suit against this man. Give me what I would need and I will do my best. You have my word as a Drune."

 

[Helly]

"Why wouldn't you Marcan, marriages are such beautiful things!" says Ker to Marcan with a slight grin.

 

[Siveon]

"Kick a man while he's down, and he'll be sure to return the favor." Marcán says, jokingly, with an annoyed tone in his voice.