Gustave forces the fell soup down his throat, hunger overcoming his obvious displeasure at the lack of pastries and roasted boar.
"Oh that we still had the company of our little chef", he laments more than once during dinner. At times in the low light there is even the glint of water in his eye, but whether it be from the shortcomings of the meal or mourning his fallen comrade is not clear.
Finished, he brightens somewhat, patting his taught belly. "Well my friends, now that we are more or less satiated, I think a solid and enduring slumber is called for" he says, standing and gifting a short bow the the assembled company.
"Let us discuss our next move on the morrow, with more balanced heads", he finishes, and retires to his rooms.
"It does seem that fire does as good a job as holy water," Ulric offers. "Torches and oil are cheap enough. Although the nature of the fire I summon may have had more to do with it's effectiveness."
Ulric eats and drinks, then continues.
"If it is coin you all would like there is a ruin less than a days march from Ket which Olaf, Dieter....," Ulric looks around at the faces of the strange company searching, "...and I explored soon after we arrived in Ket." he finishes abruptly. "We found a good deal of wealth there as well as some enchanted items. There is more within that is certain. Perhaps some more suitable weapons that we may use against this vampire as well."
"Coin is always good to have, Master Ulric, especially with the bills this house is likely to have... but you've touched on something more important. It looked like normal weapons had no effect on those fiends. I doubt Mads' Cold Iron Axe would have fared any better, though it might be useful against any daemons (or is it devils? I can't keep it straight) we might come across. So any adventure that might put better weapons in our hands is fine by me."
He shrugs and continues in a lowered voice...
"Who knows, though... there could be an old weapon storehouse right under our very feet!"
Post by waysoftheearth on May 21, 2012 4:57:43 GMT -6
The night gets on, and it is Dieter on first watch, then Highbough on the midnight watch, and Ulric on the dawn shift.
Everybody else retires to their respective rooms, strips down to their night clothes and tumbles into their pallets to fall into an exhausted sleep...
The house grows still, and the fire begins to burn low.
An hour or so after his watch begins Bennug enter the great hall where Dieter still hulks before the fire and informs him that the staff are retiring for the evening. Dieter grunts his permission, and swallows the last of the thin wine, then (after the Goblin butler has departed) stokes up the fire to see out his watch...
Post by waysoftheearth on May 21, 2012 5:08:14 GMT -6
When he can stay awake no longer, Dieter tramps up the stairs and knocks on Highbough's door.
The old Elf rises somewhat crankily, and relieves Dieter of his watch. The big fighter thankfully retires to his own room to get some well deserved rest...
Highbough walks all the silent corridors of the manse in his inky black Robe of Elemental Night being hardly more than a shadow himself.
Eventually he returns to the great hall where the fire is still burning low, and carefully unwraps the fell blade that Guntrum recovered from the tomb, and leaves it laying upon the table.
He examines it in detail with sharp eyes glittering hungrily in the low light. There is something totally alien, yet vaguely familiar about the cold, sinuous blade. It certainly has a malice about it that Highbough cannot quite put his finger on, though he dredges all of his long and deep memories... [1d6=4]
But ponder the blade though he might, he cannot identify its maker or purpose without visiting a library of great lore.
The fire burns down to embers as the night passes by the witching hour...
Post by waysoftheearth on May 21, 2012 5:11:19 GMT -6
Eventually Highbough covers the blade over again, and decides grumpily that it must be Ulric's watch. He pads upstairs like a ghost and summons the wizard to his watch before returning to his own rooms for some additional shut eye.
Ulric makes a scan of all the passages and rooms before swishing downstairs to the great hall where he stokes up the fire once more and settles in for the duration...
At breakfast, or whatever you call it when you don't actually break the fast, Dorgan broaches the subject of the electrum coins.
"I know we need food 'n' drink but we might wanna be, um, discreet about how we spend them coins. I ain't never seen anything like them floating around the cities of Men that I been in. And if they're really old, we don't want spendin' 'em giving away the fact that we was looting a tomb in the cemetery."
The dwarf pauses to scratch his beard.
"Any of ya know someone like a collector, who would mebbe buy 'em and, well, keep their mouth shut about it?"
Josiane wakes from a night of strange but not unpleasant dreams. Visions of her White Lady and her foster-father linger in her memory. She is not sure how, but she seems to sense they are pleased with her.
She attends to her morning devotions, and find the holy words and sacred phrases reveal insights to her that had not previously been forthcoming. (If I'm right and she can now memorise two spells, ways, I'll go with The Sacrosanct Soliloquy and The Supplication of Medicant Requite.
After she has washed she comes downstairs, humming a hymn softly to herself with a look of radiant contentment on her face.
This soon changes to a frown when she sees the poor fare available for breakfast. But her concern is not for the appetites of herself or her companions.
She seeks out Bennug.
"Good Master Bennug, I trust you and your fellow staff are not going hungry? It is one thing for myself and my companions to go without repast - we have provided no coin to purchase any provender as you rightly reminded us, but I would not have yourself and your fellows passing your days labouring on our behalf without the benefit of a decent meal."