Hunter, that didn't work either, but thanks for trying. As for DC, I can't do that. I think I'll just drop out I'm applied for two other campaigns, so hopefully I'll make it into one of those. Best of luck to y'all!
Eron, Greyhawk: Tides of War. Leif, Tomb of Horrors. Zinzenzax, Dragons of Stormwreck Isle. Sha-gravis, Heavy is the Head.Chase, mamoduck’s Lost Mine of Phandelver.
Eron, Greyhawk: Tides of War. Leif, Tomb of Horrors. Zinzenzax, Dragons of Stormwreck Isle. Sha-gravis, Heavy is the Head.Chase, mamoduck’s Lost Mine of Phandelver.
Sheriff Deltrin Baleson (Still can't get pictures to work. Sadge.)
Vil walks through the crowded streets; filled with lumberers, enforcers, and general citizens. There is an almost background noise of coughing and many people huddle up beneath cloaks and hold their children close. The smell of the town is thick with sawdust and sweat.
Asking a few people here and there you are directed towards the Sheriff; the only man to stand against the cruel Gavel Thuldrin Kreed, or so they say. When you finally reach him, you find Sheriff Baleson a tall and imposing man wielding a sword on one side of his belt and an lumber axe on the other. He notices your approach and inquires; "How may I assist you traveler." He then turns and coughs a vicious cough.
Having met briefly after arriving in Falcon's Hallow; the trio of Duke Hemsworth, Hadriana, and Davrich head off towards the Roots and Remedies. What they find is a very long line of very sick people crowding the entrance to the shop.
Dressed in simple robes with a spear strapped to "his" back, Vil in the form of a youngish human male, with sandy blonde hair and hazel eyes approaches the Sheriff.
"Good day to you, Sheriff."Vil says. "While I am no healer, I've heard of the issue that seems to be plaguing your town. I was hoping I might be able to assist in some manner, if you know of any. My name is Viltharal, most folk just call me Vil though since Viltharal is a bit of mouth full."
Hadriana can't hide her concern at seeing how widespread and severe the illness is. She will take this chance to look at the sick and try to see if she recognizes the symptoms.
Tufts at work in The Flowing Flagon, physically connected to the Rouge Lady. A rough and tumble bar where the worst kind of people go to drink and fight. Lately Tufts has been having difficulties keeping out the growing number of sick people.
After a long journals up river, and past the magical town of Northbank, Taxmaster Ethen arrives and heads towards the manor of Gavel Thuldrin Kreed. Easy to find due to it's size and decadence, a large darkwood door stands between you and your destination.
Dressed in simple robes with a spear strapped to "his" back, Vil in the form of a youngish human male, with sandy blonde hair and hazel eyes approaches the Sheriff.
"Good day to you, Sheriff."Vil says. "While I am no healer, I've heard of the issue that seems to be plaguing your town. I was hoping I might be able to assist in some manner, if you know of any. My name is Viltharal, most folk just call me Vil though since Viltharal is a bit of mouth full."
"Good day to you too. I'm glad someone came to aid, healer or no." He coughs again. "Plagues been heading around. We call it the Blackscour. Eats up your lungs something fierce. I'd step back a step if I was you, caught it myself a few days back." Cough.
"So far there has been few casualties, but that number will grow fast. It hits the old, the sick, and the youths the worse; but I wouldn't put it past taking me down one day if nothing is done about it." He motions down the road. "Laurel at the Roots and Remedies is our local expert at such issues; or you could try your hand at prayer with the priestess of Iomedae at the church." He says, motioning the other direction.
Hadriana can't hide her concern at seeing how widespread and severe the illness is. She will take this chance to look at the sick and try to see if she recognizes the symptoms.
Medicine: 20
They are pale and weak, but more than that they are coughing. Bits of black cover their hands or clothes, where they have been coughing into.
It resembles a mold infection that originates where the mold like blackscour plant interacts with drinking water. Though at this stage it has jumped from just the water to airborne.
"Mold spores? That or something like it must've gotten into the water supply, but...I've never seen cases this bad before." Hadriana remarks to Duke and Davrich worriedly. She'll look for an alternate entrance to the shop or a window they can knock on to get Laurel's attention.
"Good day to you too. I'm glad someone came to aid, healer or no." He coughs again. "Plagues been heading around. We call it the Blackscour. Eats up your lungs something fierce. I'd step back a step if I was you, caught it myself a few days back." Cough.
"So far there has been few casualties, but that number will grow fast. It hits the old, the sick, and the youths the worse; but I wouldn't put it past taking me down one day if nothing is done about it." He motions down the road. "Laurel at the Roots and Remedies is our local expert at such issues; or you could try your hand at prayer with the priestess of Iomedae at the church." He says, motioning the other direction.
"Laurel you say?"Vil asks confirming the name before taking a few steps back from the sheriff. "I think I'll take your advice and go speak to her about this Blackscour. Good day to you, hope you get to feeling better soon."
Vil takes their leave of the Sheriff's office and heads down the road toward Roots and Remedies.
Hunter, that didn't work either, but thanks for trying.
As for DC, I can't do that. I think I'll just drop out I'm applied for two other campaigns, so hopefully I'll make it into one of those. Best of luck to y'all!
I won't be posting until Saturday the eighteenth.
Well would you look at that, I see it now.
I won't be posting until Saturday the eighteenth.
Takes me a minute sometimes sorry.
Eron, Greyhawk: Tides of War. Leif, Tomb of Horrors. Zinzenzax, Dragons of Stormwreck Isle. Sha-gravis, Heavy is the Head. Chase, mamoduck’s Lost Mine of Phandelver.
No problem, glad it worked.
Davrich heads to the mayors place.
I won't be posting until Saturday the eighteenth.
I see it too now. How did you do it; measurements wise?
Entering town and hearing rumors of problems, Vil would make his way to the Sheriff's.
You don’t have to add measurements unless the image is bigger or smaller then you want in this case I think I made it 490 and left the other blank…
Eron, Greyhawk: Tides of War. Leif, Tomb of Horrors. Zinzenzax, Dragons of Stormwreck Isle. Sha-gravis, Heavy is the Head. Chase, mamoduck’s Lost Mine of Phandelver.
Follow the river south
https://imgur.com/a/M0IHhnV
Sheriff Deltrin Baleson (Still can't get pictures to work. Sadge.)
Vil walks through the crowded streets; filled with lumberers, enforcers, and general citizens. There is an almost background noise of coughing and many people huddle up beneath cloaks and hold their children close. The smell of the town is thick with sawdust and sweat.
Asking a few people here and there you are directed towards the Sheriff; the only man to stand against the cruel Gavel Thuldrin Kreed, or so they say. When you finally reach him, you find Sheriff Baleson a tall and imposing man wielding a sword on one side of his belt and an lumber axe on the other. He notices your approach and inquires; "How may I assist you traveler." He then turns and coughs a vicious cough.
Its not on any of my maps. That river leads to a (added) town, the magical Northbank; stationed where the river splits.
I'm guessing Almas is much farther south.
Having met briefly after arriving in Falcon's Hallow; the trio of Duke Hemsworth, Hadriana, and Davrich head off towards the Roots and Remedies. What they find is a very long line of very sick people crowding the entrance to the shop.
Dressed in simple robes with a spear strapped to "his" back, Vil in the form of a youngish human male, with sandy blonde hair and hazel eyes approaches the Sheriff.
"Good day to you, Sheriff." Vil says. "While I am no healer, I've heard of the issue that seems to be plaguing your town. I was hoping I might be able to assist in some manner, if you know of any. My name is Viltharal, most folk just call me Vil though since Viltharal is a bit of mouth full."
Hadriana can't hide her concern at seeing how widespread and severe the illness is. She will take this chance to look at the sick and try to see if she recognizes the symptoms.
Medicine: 20
Tufts at work in The Flowing Flagon, physically connected to the Rouge Lady. A rough and tumble bar where the worst kind of people go to drink and fight. Lately Tufts has been having difficulties keeping out the growing number of sick people.
After a long journals up river, and past the magical town of Northbank, Taxmaster Ethen arrives and heads towards the manor of Gavel Thuldrin Kreed. Easy to find due to it's size and decadence, a large darkwood door stands between you and your destination.
"Good day to you too. I'm glad someone came to aid, healer or no." He coughs again. "Plagues been heading around. We call it the Blackscour. Eats up your lungs something fierce. I'd step back a step if I was you, caught it myself a few days back." Cough.
"So far there has been few casualties, but that number will grow fast. It hits the old, the sick, and the youths the worse; but I wouldn't put it past taking me down one day if nothing is done about it." He motions down the road. "Laurel at the Roots and Remedies is our local expert at such issues; or you could try your hand at prayer with the priestess of Iomedae at the church." He says, motioning the other direction.
They are pale and weak, but more than that they are coughing. Bits of black cover their hands or clothes, where they have been coughing into.
It resembles a mold infection that originates where the mold like blackscour plant interacts with drinking water. Though at this stage it has jumped from just the water to airborne.
"Mold spores? That or something like it must've gotten into the water supply, but...I've never seen cases this bad before." Hadriana remarks to Duke and Davrich worriedly. She'll look for an alternate entrance to the shop or a window they can knock on to get Laurel's attention.
Perception: 20
"Laurel you say?" Vil asks confirming the name before taking a few steps back from the sheriff. "I think I'll take your advice and go speak to her about this Blackscour. Good day to you, hope you get to feeling better soon."
Vil takes their leave of the Sheriff's office and heads down the road toward Roots and Remedies.
Circling the building, Hadriana notices a supply entrance at the back of the shop.