Mists Over the Musarde, Chapter Three

[steveflam]

"Dorgio, 'ave a look at Jon, will ye? 'E don' look so good. An that bite is buggin me a mite too much."

Turning to Buckman, he says. "Well I dunno, but I think we should just rest an recuperate, then go tomorrow an git us some scumbags."

[Brock Marsh Runoff]

"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.

Dorgio puffs thoughtfully on his cigarillo. "I cannot deny, those with faith seem to feel more safe, more certain sometimes than the unbelievers." His eyes flick, almost unconsciously, to Bennedict. "And it would certainly not be the first time someone has thought me…odd. But these Incabulos worshipers, derelict and desperate as they are, are more than a threat when united by their god."

At Norzak's request, he takes a look at Jon's wounds. "Lad, I need to take Cirdan to visit my elders to heal whatever the druargr drained him of. If your wound persists, you should come as well."

And then, turning his attention to Norzak, he says, "And let us take a look at yours as well, just to be on the safe side."

[steveflam]

Norzak shrugs at Dorgio. "If'n it makes ye happy, 'ave a looksee. S'ony a scratch, mind ye."

[ewancummins]

Jon hobbles over to Dorgio's side.

''Ill go with you,yes. I don't feel well.''

Looking at the boy's injuries, Dorgio can see that he needs medical attention, but he isn't hurt so badly as to put his life in imminent danger.

Norzak's injuries aren't too serious. The dwarf has some nasty scrapes and bruises, but these mostly serve to increase his natural ugliness. He'll live.



Denys nods in agreement upon hearing Dorgio's plan.

''Yes, that makes sense. We rest and recuperate. Once all our wounds have mended, and Cirdan is restored to his former self...then we can see about retrieving my items. ''

[Adam]

"Faith," Bennedict begins, not missing Dorgio's glance, "is a fine thing. We live in a world of mysteries that science has yet to explain. For many, faith is a way of answering these questions: why are we here, what is our purpose, and is there more beyond this life? For others it is a means of teaching a group morality. And for still others, it is a means of control. Still, I think more of clerics of the light than I would of an Incabulite."

He pauses, remembering something from his reading. "In the earlier writings I found concerning a people who gave sacrifice to Incabulos, it was done not out of any sort of reverence, but out of fear. Those who did not give to the plague god soon found that misfortune followed them close at hand. Or, as was suggested, perhaps they believed they could tap into some sort of power by serving this creature of the abyss. It certainly would appear that Pierre Renault recieved one of Incabulos' boons when he was returned from the dead, for I do not believe the doctor's command of the arcane arts to be sufficient to create a creature such as him."

He rubs a hand over his eyes, before returning to his writing. "I confess most of my spells for the day have been exhausted. And I worry about Herr Cirdan, for the injuries inflicted by the life-draining hands of a Druagr do not heal easily. I think it best to rest, and return when we are better prepared for what may wait on the other side of the portal."

[ewancummins]

Seeeing the all are in agreement that a period of rest and recovery is needed, Denys makes arrangements to call all of you together again at his house, in two days' time.


After lunch has been eaten, party members begin to take their leave, going whither they will. The day is more than half-spent, but time yet remains for you all to reach any destination in the city before nightfall.

[Lord Skybolt]

Alain bids farewell to the rest of the group . Going back to his house to set aside supplies for their groups further expeditions . Also to change his clothes for clean and undamaged clothes . To check with the rest of the group about what items they took off their foes in the fight, especially the firearms since he wants to know how to use one if at all possible .

[Adam]

Bennedict retires to his rented room in the city. With a shaking hand, he pours a quick glass of brandy for himself, swigging it down gratefully. He then turns back to his writing desk, plopping open his leatherbound journal next to a spread out scroll "borrowed" from the archives. He begins laboriously copying the words, trying not to be distracted with images of the horrors of the day.

[ewancummins]

The two days pass without any attacks on any of the party members, or the Sancerre family. Things are quiet. Each of you is able to rest, mend if injured, and conduct some personal errands of his own.

Now the time has arrived for the rendezvous at Denys Sancerre's home. The new Falkovnian doorman admits the guests as they arrive.


As the first guest enter the house, they can hear loud speech from inside the parlor. Denys and Evie are having a rather loud conversation- or argument:

'''Father, I simply must be with him. It's my destiny! We love each other.''

''Evangeline- enough! This discussion of your future will continue later. Our guests will be arriving soon. Go to your chamber, now. While you are up there, I want you to think this matter over. My good friend here is making us an excellent offer, one not to be dismissed lightly.''

[steveflam]

Norzak arrives with Jon in tow. He is still worried about Jon, but thus far had had no luck in determining why the lad was in the present state.

He and the lad hear the tiff, but he shrugs it off. "Theys too in love too fast, lad. Thass jess like a 'uman. No offense o course! Less see whuss we gonna eats then see what's we gonna do bout that portal, eh?"

[ewancummins]

Jon replies to Norzak, speaking as the two of them approach the parlor-

''Yes, of course you are right.
Ah, I'm very hungry. Mmmmm...I smell something good.''


Entering the parlor a moment later, Norzak and Jon notice that Evie is absent. She must have just left the room. The faint odor of her rose-scented perfume hangs in the air, mixed with the smell of food. Denys remains seated in his plush chair. Across from him sits the leader of the Falkovnian merchants, the one who you all met a few days ago. Both men are drinking tea. A full porcelain tea service is laid out on the little parlor table, along with buttered scones, sliced apples, and neat little wedges of yellow cheese. Around the table stand other chairs, all empty.

Denys nods towards the empty chairs-


''Please take your seats gentlemen.''

[Le Noir Faineant]

Is Cirdan there as well?

[ewancummins]

Is Cirdan there as well?

[OOC- He is if you want him to be- just post him showing up!]

[ewancummins]

Jon walks into the parlor and sits down in a chair near Denys.

''Ah, this tea smells really good. ''

The boy pours himself a cup of the stuff, and drinks it down in a hurry, then stuffs a crumpet into his gob. His table manners are a bit rough; possibly because he's begun to take after Norzak in this respect!


A knock at the front door is heard. The doorman admits Silas Buckman, all fancied up in his best clothes. The bounty-man strides into the parlor, plops down in a chair across from Jon, and says-

''How do, friends?''

He pulls out a cigar and trims the end with his pocket knife.

''Mind if I smoke, Mister Sancerre?''

Denys answers:

''No , of course not.''

The Falkovnian merchant rises quickly from his seat, turns towards Denys and executes a sharp nod at the big man. He speaks-

''Herr Sancerre, gentlemen, if you will excuse me, I have other matter to which I must attend. Thank you for your hospitality.''

Denys rises from his seat, shakes the man's hand, and bids him adieu.
The Falkovnian marches out like a man on a mission. Once he's gone, Denys frowns and mutters to himself-

''Most awkward...silly child.''

[ewancummins]

Looking about the room, Denys asks,

''So, has everyone recovered sufficently for us to press on with this matter? I know you, Norzak, were most eager to proceed....''

Jon nods fiercely in the affirmitave.

Buckman claears his throat and syas-

''I'm game if you all are .''