Mists Over the Musarde, Chapter Three

Lord Skybolt · Post by **Lord Skybolt** » Sun Jan 18, 2009 9:18 pm

"I think that we should all get healthy before we explore any more down here, because splitting the group up is a good way for us to picked off piece meal by what ever else is down here ." Alain commenting on what the party should do next .

ewancummins · Post by **ewancummins** » Tue Jan 20, 2009 2:17 am

Norzak's shadow, still moving independently of his body, slithers away to search through the nearby hallways. After several minutes it returns and whispers a report to the dwarf.

''No else here.....all gone....empty crates.....''

The two other corridors leading out of this room connect to a maze of smaller rooms, halls, and alcoves. A further search of the nearby rooms and halls yields some clues: a half-dozen empty wooden crates, footprints and scuff-marks up and down the grimey halls and chambers, and a half-eaten ham sandwich sitting on an overturned barrel in one of the side rooms.

[Note that only the near area has been searched...there are other hallways further out- this place is a veritable labyrinth of narrow passages and oddly placed rooms. ]

Brock Marsh Runoff · Post by **Brock Marsh Runoff** » Tue Jan 20, 2009 9:47 am

Dorgio frowns as he examines Cirdan. "My friend, the druargr, he has somehow subdued your life force. When we leave this place, we need to be taking you to see a priest whose skills outstrip mine."

When the search turns up the ham sandwich, Dorgio squats over it, and prods it with his dagger. "Look, just like at our office. Hmm, if we could be find the place that is making these things, maybe we could find out more about our pursuers."

He then looks around, examining the party's collectively battered state. "Alain, I think you are right. Let us return, see to our healing."

ewancummins · Post by **ewancummins** » Wed Jan 21, 2009 6:00 pm

After a more thorough search is conducted- yielding nothing of note- the party departs the catacombs and returns to the house of Denys Sancerre.

at the Sancerre residence:

The party arrives at the Sancerre home early in the afternoon, after a pleasant coach ride through town. Servants greet you all when you arrive, and see to your needs. The kitchen staff begins preparing a meal [sauerkraut and sausages].

Denys calls for wine, even before he seats himself.

''Bring plenty, Ambrose! We had some thristy work this morning, eh friends?''

Adam · Post by **Adam** » Thu Jan 22, 2009 11:10 am

Benn looks up from his journal pages, confused for a second before agreeing, "Indeed we did, and productive. Any day where we can rid the world of a creature like that Druagr and a monster like the doctor is a good one." He smiles, then looks back to his work, eagerly jotting down all the details he observed of the portal room.

Madame Rennier will want to know about this, he thinks, After I've finished my investigation, of course.

ewancummins · Post by **ewancummins** » Thu Jan 22, 2009 3:26 pm

''Do you think that the man who fled through the portal has my mirror and scroll? Benn? You others?''

Denys looks about the room, an intense expression on his face.

Adam · Post by **Adam** » Thu Jan 22, 2009 8:04 pm

"I suppose it is possible," Benn says, tapping the end of his pin against his face in contemplation, "Of course, it's just as likely to be hidden anywhere else in the city, or on the other side of the portal by some of their compatriots. There's just no way to know. In any case, I expect we will need to investigate what's on the other side sooner rather than later, especially now that they've been warned that their secret is compromised."

He grumbles to himself, "I wish we had found anything explaining who and what these conspirators are. It is damned irritating not knowing who we are up against. They dress like cultists of this demon, Incabulos, but why? What sort of madness could lead men to serve a corrupter and spreader of pestilence?"

ewancummins · Post by **ewancummins** » Thu Jan 22, 2009 9:15 pm

Denys replies-

''Yes, it does seem odd. Maybe it has promised them power of some kind, in return for their souls? I've heard stories about such infernal pacts. ''

steveflam · Post by **steveflam** » Thu Jan 22, 2009 9:26 pm

Norzak sips his ale. then downs it and waves to a servant to bring him more. Looking to the others who are discussing Incabulos, he speaks up.

"I dunno bout you, but I wonder why peoples worshippin Lathander er Ezra er any other. Guess it's makin them feel secure or someat. Juss think, mebbe thems peoples whos worshipping this demon scuzz might think Dorgio odd cuz he worships Lathander or a priest of Ezra the same.

I's not knowin much bout reeligion, but I figger thems Incabulos peoples worship it fer power, promises an more. They's losers an deserve whut we gonna give em!"

The dwarf grabs another pint and takes a healthy swig. "I's just wanna go through an give them tha fate they deserve, me blade atween their eyes!"

ewancummins · Post by **ewancummins** » Thu Jan 22, 2009 9:31 pm

Buckman chuckles at Norzak's bloodthirsty outburst.

''Har! Li'l fella's all lathered up and ready for blood, aint he? Right handy with a blade, too.
Too bad you kilt that hoodoo-doctor, Norzak. I had him tangled up, and we could have questioned him....''

steveflam · Post by **steveflam** » Thu Jan 22, 2009 9:38 pm

Norzak looks at Buckman. "E urted wimmin, children an innocent peoples. In me book, 'e don desreve ta live. I'd a thunk it through I coulda cut 'is fingers off fer me stew. Dangit! I's allas ready fer blood, bub. Only peoples 'oo deserve me blade git it, though. An dun ye fergit it."

ewancummins · Post by **ewancummins** » Thu Jan 22, 2009 9:44 pm

tarlyn wrote:Norzak looks at Buckman. "E urted wimmin, children an innocent peoples. In me book, 'e don desreve ta live. I'd a thunk it through I coulda cut 'is fingers off fer me stew. Dangit! I's allas ready fer blood, bub. Only peoples 'oo deserve me blade git it, though. An dun ye fergit it."

Buckman laughs again.

''Haha! Yeah, you're a tough one, Norzak. Me, I usually get paid to bring 'em back alive. The Falkovnians weren't always particular on that account, I must admit. Ah, but I learned my trade in a more civilized land. You can bet a fat florin that the bosses back home wanted their property returned in working condition.''

steveflam · Post by **steveflam** » Thu Jan 22, 2009 9:56 pm

"Well, I's never bin ta Falkovneeaa, bub. Wassit like? Yer bosses pay ye well, I guess? YE gots a good sense a 'umor. I on'y keep em alive if'n the boys fin' it is important to. Else I's a stabby man an really get into me work! Bwahahahahah!!!!!!!"

ewancummins · Post by **ewancummins** » Thu Jan 22, 2009 11:46 pm

Buckman leans back, eyes half closed and softly humming to himself. After a moment, he answers-

''Falkovnia? I didn't spend too much time there-long enough to know I don't want to ever settle down in that country, no matter how much good farmland they've got. They treat their peasants worse than any sensible man back home treats his slaves. A Falkovnian master will use the stake where we'd use the whip. ''

ewancummins · Post by **ewancummins** » Sat Jan 24, 2009 11:13 am

Denys gets up and walks across the room to look at Jon. He squats down next to the boy's chair, and asks-

''You alright, son? You look like you took quite as whaling from those ....things.''

Buckman, still sitting down, asks the gathered party-

''So, what'll we do now? Get fixed up and go through that pool? Look around town for any of these scalawags that might be left? Something else?''

Café de Nuit

Welcome, friends, to our establishment.

Mists Over the Musarde, Chapter Three