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Post by coffee on Jun 9, 2012 1:23:50 GMT -6
Once Josiane is gone Olaf rests in the chair for a while, but soon grows bored with that and rises and walks around the house, then out into the enclosed yard and circles the house observing the state of the wall and grounds surrounding the house. Once that is done he will go back inside and look around to see who among the party is still here. is here. He is visibly pleased to see his old comrade up and about. |
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Post by waysoftheearth on Jun 10, 2012 17:40:54 GMT -6
The Cloister
(Josiane)
There are weeds growing around the edge of the cloister wall half way to Josiane's knee. If she were to lay Jehen's sword along the foot of the wall, it would be impossible to spot without a thorough search.
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Post by waysoftheearth on Jun 10, 2012 20:59:19 GMT -6
The Jolly Noose
(Gustave, Desmond/Mondes, Dorgan)
The trio sit themselves down at one of the few available tables and order a feed from the waitress. The patrons are mostly human and mostly well to do. ish.
There is a busy buzz of conversation about the place, with snippets of discussion over prices, weights, volumes, and trades rising to the ear over the general babble.
It isn't long before Dorgan's beer and cheese arrives, along with a hearty bowl of lamb and vegetable stew with a heel of bread for Desmond/Mondes, and a carafe of wine for Gustave.
Dorgan scans the room for opportunities as he sips thoughtfully at his beer. It is a reasonable brew, for a Man-beer, but not a patch on the full bodied beers of the Dwarfs...
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Post by waysoftheearth on Jun 10, 2012 21:31:18 GMT -6
The Manse
(Dieter, Olaf, Ulric, Highbough, Guntrum are here, in various places)
Dieter gives Olaf a rare grin and a hearty clap on the back, the big Man hardly knowing his own strength. Still, Dieter is well pleased to see the young fighter up and about.
Highbough is keen to discuss strategy as he follows the fighters (Dieter, Olaf and Guntrum) on a slow walk around the grounds as they inspect the fences, gate, and so on.
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Post by waysoftheearth on Jun 10, 2012 21:38:19 GMT -6
The Manse
Meanwhile (inside), Ulric discusses the accounts and arrangements with Bennug the butler.
Bennug confirms that a total of 1 gold crown, 48 silver shillings and 4 copper pennies were added to the coin box this morning.
A cooked meal for a Man generally costs 1 sp (times three meals per day), although shopping in bulk and cooking on the premises will reduce the cost of such meals to 2 sp per person per day. Plain, uncooked fare will feed a Man for 1 sp per day.
Thus, with the available coin, the larder can be stocked enough to feed the present company of nine well for 3 days, or else on plain (uncooked) "rations" for approximately a week.
Ulric is slightly impressed with Bennug's neat little book of figures and exacting records of expenses.
[Does the company want to eat good, hearty meals for 2 sp per person per day, or basic uncooked "rations" for 1 sp per day?]
Regarding the hiring of Men-at-Arms, Bennug replies, "I am butler, Sir, and unschooled in the martial craft. I am sure Sir could acquire the services of fighting-Men from one of the many Traders at the Traders' Concourse. Or, if Sir wished to avoid various fees levied by the Concourse, Sir might look to hire such Men directly at any of the various taverns such Men frequent."
Bennug further adds that "Goblin fighters are as numerous as Men in Ket these days, and as mannerly as most Men. They have excellent night vision, and are much cheaper to maintain than are Humans."
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Post by ehiker133 on Jun 11, 2012 7:16:56 GMT -6
Desmond digs into the delicious stew, trying not to make a mess of things. Although he appears to be eating full-out, he consciously shifts the bits of lamb with gristle in them over to the right side of the bowl for Mondes to chew on.
"So..." Desmond says, between mouthfuls, "Where to next, Gustave? Back to the hovel, is it? Or do we need any further equipment for 'cleaning out our basement'?" he asks with a wink.
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Post by doctorx on Jun 11, 2012 9:18:52 GMT -6
The Cloister(Josiane) There are weeds growing around the edge of the cloister wall half way to Josiane's knee. If she were to lay Jehen's sword along the foot of the wall, it would be impossible to spot without a thorough search. conceals her arms and armour as well as she can, (pressing the hilt of her sword to her lips and saying a swift prayer over it before hiding it in the weeds). She then stands, wraps her cloak around herself and returns to the door. "I stand ready," she says; "Kindly admit me." |
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Post by mushgnome on Jun 11, 2012 9:29:23 GMT -6
"Goblin watchmen; that'll be the day..."
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Post by sulldawga on Jun 11, 2012 10:31:34 GMT -6
"So..." Desmond says, between mouthfuls, "Where to next, Gustave? Back to the hovel, is it? Or do we need any further equipment for 'cleaning out our basement'?" he asks with a wink. starts to think aloud.
"I wonder how many of our crew have bows? Should be able ta pepper that thing with arrows or bolts and not get touched." |
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Post by danhem on Jun 11, 2012 13:16:42 GMT -6
Ulric takes careful note of household finances so that he can report it to the assembled company and find out who has not yet contributed.
"Thank you Bennug. I think that we will keep to cooked meals. Be sure and let me know if there is anything that the staff requires to help keep things running smoothly."
Ulric heads to the dining room in search of food.
OOC: I think that were are all spread out in time as well as space. Ulric spent most of the day (~6 hours) in study. Perhaps a dinner assembly is in order to go over our next objective?
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Post by waysoftheearth on Jun 11, 2012 16:51:12 GMT -6
The Cloister
(Josiane)
[Josiane has no need to remove her armour, only to hide her sword]
After dubiously laying down the weapon in the grass several paces from the door, Josiane is mildly comforted to see that it is in fact quite well concealed from sight.
This done, she hears no fewer than three heavy bolts being drawn back with various thunks and clunks before, finally, the heavy door creaks open just far enough for a person to enter.
"Come, once-sister, enter and be at peace," becomes the matronly woman within.
The cloister is cool and dim and smells strangely... clean.
The sister is dressed in a simple, white habit and a grey apron. A long string of wooden rosary beads hang about her neck. She closes the door with some effort (she is clearly of advancing years) and shunts the bolts once more before indicating that Josiane should follow her into the cloister.
"Now tell me, once-sister," she says as she hobbles down the austere corridor, "What is this need of yours that is so dire you would lay down your precious weapon?"
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Post by waysoftheearth on Jun 11, 2012 16:52:38 GMT -6
OOC: I think that were are all spread out in time as well as space. Ulric spent most of the day (~6 hours) in study. Perhaps a dinner assembly is in order to go over our next objective? is an afternoon ahead of the others, but a dinner-time meet up sounds ideal to me  |
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Post by waysoftheearth on Jun 11, 2012 16:53:14 GMT -6
"Goblin watchmen; that'll be the day..." But they have excellent night vision  |
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Post by tonneau on Jun 11, 2012 16:56:34 GMT -6
"So..." Desmond says, between mouthfuls, "Where to next, Gustave? Back to the hovel, is it? Or do we need any further equipment for 'cleaning out our basement'?" he asks with a wink. starts to think aloud.
"I wonder how many of our crew have bows? Should be able ta pepper that thing with arrows or bolts and not get touched."" I dare say, dear chaps, that our comrade with a propensity for shooting fire out of his fingers would be most interested in providing a demonstration on a pertinent approach to achieving that goal", muses Gustave in reply, sipping on his wine with a less-than-totally-impressed visage. " As for our nest move, I believe that some weed was mentioned", he continues, raising a brow toward Dorgan. " Once we are thus suitably attuned, and unless our fortunes change dramatically in way of the arrival of some suitably lusty wenches, then I propose a return to our lodgings and bed", he says, leaning back in his chair and continuing to verify, with critical eye and tongue, that the wine is indeed, below standard, " We can attend to the house cleaning on the morrow." |
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Post by ehiker133 on Jun 11, 2012 17:02:52 GMT -6
At the appropriate time (i.e. lamb stew and wine and beer are done), Desmond will head back to the house.
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Post by sulldawga on Jun 11, 2012 21:00:57 GMT -6
" I dare say, dear chaps, that our comrade with a propensity for shooting fire out of his fingers would be most interested in providing a demonstration on a pertinent approach to achieving that goal", muses Gustave in reply, sipping on his wine with a less-than-totally-impressed visage. " As for our next move, I believe that some weed was mentioned", he continues, raising a brow toward Dorgan. " Once we are thus suitably attuned, and unless our fortunes change dramatically in way of the arrival of some suitably lusty wenches, then I propose a return to our lodgings and bed", he says, leaning back in his chair and continuing to verify, with critical eye and tongue, that the wine is indeed, below standard, " We can attend to the house cleaning on the morrow." opens his mouth to mention that it's barely noon, with the entire afternoon still available for centipede hunting, but he can see that Gustave is anxious to relax after the unfortunate events in the cemetery yesterday. Instead, he says, "I'm still lackin' a pipe but ain't no reason why we can't roll our own cigars instead." And he passes the robust smelling tobacco leaf to the fighter. Against his best judgement, Dorgan will indulge in a second mug of beer. He will be sure to inquire as to whether or not the establishment has anything... stouter than the previous pint. Unless some money-making scheme presents itself, he'll be ready to head back home after the beer and cigar run out. |
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Post by doctorx on Jun 12, 2012 13:12:12 GMT -6
The Cloister(Josiane) [Josiane has no need to remove her armour, only to hide her sword] After dubiously laying down the weapon in the grass several paces from the door, Josiane is mildly comforted to see that it is in fact quite well concealed from sight. This done, she hears no fewer than three heavy bolts being drawn back with various thunks and clunks before, finally, the heavy door creaks open just far enough for a person to enter. "Come, once-sister, enter and be at peace," becomes the matronly woman within. The cloister is cool and dim and smells strangely... clean. The sister is dressed in a simple, white habit and a grey apron. A long string of wooden rosary beads hang about her neck. She closes the door with some effort (she is clearly of advancing years) and shunts the bolts once more before indicating that Josiane should follow her into the cloister. "Now tell me, once-sister," she says as she hobbles down the austere corridor, "What is this need of yours that is so dire you would lay down your precious weapon?" "The need is not mine directly, sister," Josiane replies; "I come on behalf of a comrade fearfully injured while undertaking a task at the behest of the Holy Church of Thuul. He has suffered the touch of the Undead, and his wounds are beyond my power to heal. I beseech the aid of your most holy order, and ask that you attend on him with all the haste you may." |
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Post by tonneau on Jun 12, 2012 19:49:17 GMT -6
" I dare say, dear chaps, that our comrade with a propensity for shooting fire out of his fingers would be most interested in providing a demonstration on a pertinent approach to achieving that goal", muses Gustave in reply, sipping on his wine with a less-than-totally-impressed visage. " As for our next move, I believe that some weed was mentioned", he continues, raising a brow toward Dorgan. " Once we are thus suitably attuned, and unless our fortunes change dramatically in way of the arrival of some suitably lusty wenches, then I propose a return to our lodgings and bed", he says, leaning back in his chair and continuing to verify, with critical eye and tongue, that the wine is indeed, below standard, " We can attend to the house cleaning on the morrow." opens his mouth to mention that it's barely noon, with the entire afternoon still available for centipede hunting, but he can see that Gustave is anxious to relax after the unfortunate events in the cemetery yesterday. Instead, he says, "I'm still lackin' a pipe but ain't no reason why we can't roll our own cigars instead." And he passes the robust smelling tobacco leaf to the fighter. Against his best judgement, Dorgan will indulge in a second mug of beer. He will be sure to inquire as to whether or not the establishment has anything... stouter than the previous pint. Unless some money-making scheme presents itself, he'll be ready to head back home after the beer and cigar run out. Noting Dorgans pause, Gustave checks himself, scratching his chin and staring into his wine. Clearly his sense of time has become clouded by his desire for weed or, perhaps, his subconscious had planned a rather more enduring encounter with the fruit of the vine than he had anticipated... The matter clearly needing deeper analysis, he pours himself another glass and sets about rolling a cigar to aid in pondering the issue further. |
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Post by waysoftheearth on Jun 13, 2012 0:27:43 GMT -6
O.O.C: How strangely is strangely? Is it just that she hasn't been in an environment like this for a fair few years, or is there something unusual about the smell? The cloister is hygienically clean in an otherwise grubby medieval world. |
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Post by ehiker133 on Jun 13, 2012 7:32:23 GMT -6
Noting Dorgans pause, Gustave checks himself, scratching his chin and staring into his wine. Clearly his sense of time has become clouded by his desire for weed or, perhaps, his subconscious had planned a rather more enduring encounter with the fruit of the vine than he had anticipated... The matter clearly needing deeper analysis, he pours himself another glass and sets about rolling a cigar to aid in pondering the issue further. rolls his eyes impatiently, "But after this one, we need to head back to the house." |
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Post by waysoftheearth on Jun 13, 2012 17:15:26 GMT -6
The Cloister(Josiane) "The need is not mine directly, sister," Josiane replies; "I come on behalf of a comrade fearfully injured while undertaking a task at the behest of the Holy Church of Thuul. He has suffered the touch of the Undead, and his wounds are beyond my power to heal. I beseech the aid of your most holy order, and ask that you attend on him with all the haste you may." The matron leads Josiane into a modest meditation room, which is cool and clean, and bare save for a pair of simple wooden desks and chairs. A candle illuminates one desk, upon which is an open book which the sister had apparently been reading. She shuffles herself into the chair awkwardly, leaving Josiane to stand. "It is a tragedy indeed when the dead stir after their mortal souls have departed," replies the matron, "But those are matters truly beyond our reckoning. We serve the sick and the injured and the dying here. And though we cannot condone battle or conflict, neither can we ignore the need of those so injured -- we treat all in need equally."She closes her book with a sigh, then claps her hands sharply, as if to summon assistance. When none is immediately forthcoming she explains; "The undead can cause grievous hurts against which the only succor is the most Holy absolution, and this is a ritual not undertaken lightly. Your friend's commitment must be total; it will help matters greatly if his faith is already strong. If not... who can say?"Soon after a younger sister arrives, gliding silently in her habit, and bobs her head to the matron. "This is sister Margarette," the matron says, and Margarette bobs her head in reply. Addressing the sister, the matron says; "Accompany this woman, and examine the hurts of her stricken fellow. Taken a bird with you, and send word of the seriousness of his condition. The Sisters will respond accordingly."Sister Margarette bobs her head in acceptance of this task, and begins to show Josiane the way out...
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Post by danhem on Jun 13, 2012 22:29:18 GMT -6
Ulric waits for the others in the dining room eating bread and cheese and sipping some wine. He absently drops crumbs into a small wooden box as he thumbs through the leather bound journal that he discovered on Flewellen's body.
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Post by doctorx on Jun 14, 2012 5:14:51 GMT -6
Josiane drops to one knee and kisses the matron's hand in gratitude (assuming this is not some breach of holy protocol).
"My deepest thanks to you, Matron Mother," she says; "I stand in your debt. You have but to call upon me should you have need. The blessings of Saint Tamarae and almighty Thuul be upon you and your house."
She rises and turns to Sister Margarette.
"Please follow me Sister."
And, with a final curtsey to the Matron Mother, she takes her leave.
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Post by waysoftheearth on Jun 14, 2012 7:08:38 GMT -6
The Manse
The afternoon is waning before Gustave finally allows himself to be towed out of the tavern and the trio make their way back to the manse.
When they arrive they find Josiane already returned, and a Sister of Mercy tending to Olaf with in the great hall. She sponges at the worst of his wounds with a white cloth soaking in hot water, applies poultices of strong but fresh smelling herbs and chants a low mantra over him as she works.
After some time, Olaf falls into a light sleep and Sister Margarette rises, tired.
"These are wounds most foul," she laments, "They are tainted by a malice I have never yet seen. Alas, it is as the Matron feared; only a Holy Absolution will restore your friend's strength. And such can only be rendered by the Mother Superior, and at great personal cost to her own health. I shall send word to the cloister of this need."
She pens her note on a tiny scroll which she then ties to the leg of the carrier pigeon she has in a tiny cage.
[OOC: The Holy Absolution is a high level cleric spell, which should ordinarily cost 1,000 silver shillings to use/cast. The Mother Superior may accept the undertaking of some righteous quest (of her choosing) in lieu of part payment if you are unable to find the necessary funds...]
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Post by doctorx on Jun 14, 2012 12:48:05 GMT -6
Josiane will have made sure to pick up her sword on leaving the Cloister!
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Post by tonneau on Jun 14, 2012 17:12:29 GMT -6
"A Sister of Mercy in the house?", slurs Gustave upon hearing word of the visitor, "Does she have a bed for the night?"
He then lowers himself gently to the floor in the hallway, and passes into a deep, vociferous slumber.
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Post by waysoftheearth on Jun 14, 2012 18:44:46 GMT -6
[Referee rolls Sister Margarette's charisma... 3d6=4, 6, 6=16! She is a gorgeous, humble little thing with enchanting honey eyes and perfect skin].
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Post by doctorx on Jun 15, 2012 6:18:27 GMT -6
" A Sister of Mercy in the house?", slurs Gustave upon hearing word of the visitor, " Does she have a bed for the night?" He then lowers himself gently to the floor in the hallway, and passes into a deep, vociferous slumber. raises her eyes heavenwards with a sigh and steps a little closer to the fair Margarette protectively. |
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Post by ehiker133 on Jun 15, 2012 7:14:06 GMT -6
" A Sister of Mercy in the house?", slurs Gustave upon hearing word of the visitor, " Does she have a bed for the night?" He then lowers himself gently to the floor in the hallway, and passes into a deep, vociferous slumber. , leaving his bedroom after depositing his two shields within, walks past the prone figure of The Gustave slumbering on the floor in the hallway. He stops and stares for a moment, slowly shaking his heads, and murmurs, "And they call me odd..."He then heads down to the dining area, where Olaf and Dieter are discussing plans for cleaning up the basement. |
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Post by sulldawga on Jun 16, 2012 19:24:26 GMT -6
Dorgan's ears perk up upon hearing discussion concerning the basement, and he also heads to the dining area to join the conversation.
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