In response to the swell of terror from the chaos and aftermath of the mining accident, a nest of meenlocks spontaneously manifested within the bedrock of the mountain. Their strange, twisting lair affixed itself to the tunnels of the mine like a leech. The creatures psychically tormented the trapped miners before taking them to their lair for further torture. After all the trapped miners were captured or died—or were rescued—the meenlocks turned their attention to the village. The lingering fear and trauma of the surviving miners called like a beacon to the meenlocks. Most of the populace eventually fled. A bard who heard about the catastrophe decided to chronicle the stories of the survivors. We came to the mine, explored the caves, and defeated the Meenlocks. Now, i'm hoping we can return to Candlekeep, and receive - as our reward - the cure for Ysabell's cursed town. Perhaps I might even see Yalerion.
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"Well, it seems the mystery has been solved..." Ysa commented lightly sometime shortly after their battle in the mines, sitting on a random stone somewhere in the ruined village. "It's good to know that the town wasn't transformed and was simply devoured. Assuming that was all of them, it spells good news for the future prospects of the village. Perhaps they'll rebuild?" she commented partially to herself. "Is there anything else that we need to look into here?" she then asked the others.
Investigation (to see if we happened to find any items of note etc. as we checked the rest of the cave/ town): 3
"I think we seen everything we need ta. Time for a pint and some food, eh?" Garmus replies.
"That sounds like a splendid idea. This ordeal made me rather famished and I'm ready to receive our rewards for solving this mystery." Ysabell commented as she thought on the cursed village still in need of rescuing.
Eralynn was more than happy to leave the mining town. Another mystery solved, Poopy Doo. Take that, Misery Machine.
Ysa, when you all returned, the Avowed kept their word - whether it be spell, or potion, or something else - you decide, you were given a solution to the drought, much to your delight.
Naturally, Eralynn was, once again, on her tippy toes looking for a certain someone as you all, as a group, received the cure.
Ecko returned from the town with the same energetic enthusiasm he did earlier. He snags the notes found in the mansion and turns them in to the adjutants within Candlekeep's wall.
He immediately makes a detour to the magical scroll list and blows all his cash on a few new spells to read, cheerfully beginning to copy as he walks, eyes entirely focused on his paper and forgoing to look around for anyone - or thing - he might walk into. He truly lives up to the name birdbrained.
"Another mystery solved!" Ecko cries, "Where to? I like traveling with you people. Yalerion, Kasha? To the art gallery?"
Ecko’s player totally didn’t mix up campaigns after being real tired last night. Without missing a beat, Ecko swivels towards Eralynn, awkwardly pushes his glasses up his nose, and replies; “I meant you, of course, clearly, definitely. Haven’t you seen I’m bad with names?”
Eralynn gives you a coy look, and then forgives you, of course. She writes down some words. Another mystery solved. At this point, we can either rest here at Candlekeep for a little while, look for another adventure, or anything else you guys would like to do. I'd love to see if I can visit the art gallery, or.. she pauses writing, turning red...or uh..
Eralynn waited patiently for everyone to decide but it looked like a few of them did indeed want to visit the art gallery and the art books. With Ecko and Garmus in tow, they headed over. Candlekeep had a massive art gallery and library. Eralynn stayed with them both and looked at all the art and the books as they explored and enjoyed the day. She was in heaven. Then, she saw an angel. Yalerion. Her heart did a somersault in her chest. What was he doing here? Still looking at him, she tugged Garmus's sleeve, and he got the hint. She'd be right back.
Being the somewhat extrovert that she was, more or less, Eralynn decided to make a move. Life was short. She crept up to him all casual and quickly took a book without him seeing, from behind him, and dropped it right next to his feet. He startled, looked down, and looked at Eralynn, who was acting perfectly that she had made a terrible clumsy mistake, shame on her! I'm so silly! I'm sorry! Please, mister help me!
"Oh! Hello! Ah! I remember you! The young lady from the other day!" She nodded excitedly, as he picked up the book, but she didn't speak. She just stared at his lips with her green eyes. Yalerion gave her a wry look. Eralynn startled, refocusing, and pointed to her throat with a funny face and indicated she was a mute. "You can't speak?" She shook her head no and batted her eyelashes. "I see. Well. Uh. How do you..?" She held up her sketchbook and showed him. She doodled an example, and it came to life. "Why, that's amazing! Is that a magic pencil?" She continued drawing. "So! How about those art books?" He laughed, and now that the ice was broken, they continued talking. After a few minutes, they wandered off to a more private area of the library.
Garmus wandered through the art gallery with Eralynn and Ecko. While strolling around looking at pictures on the walls wasn’t normally his idea of a good time he did like spending the day with two of his friends. And, admittedly he did like the paintings of battle scenes from some of the historical wars. He even saw one with a dwarf that could have been his Da, it looked so much like him.
Eralynn tugged on his shirt, pointing towards another part of the library. At first he thought she wanted to show him something else but then he spied Yalerion. He gave her a smile and a wink and when she turned to go he watched for a moment until they wandered off.
“Ecko, I’m goin back this way”…pointing his thumb over his shoulder…”I saw an area with books on battle and weaponry.” Pulling a few books off the shelves he found himself a comfortable chair and settled in. Garmus was surprised to find out several hours had passed when he pulled his head out of the book he had been reading about battle techniques and maneuvers. “Huh, who woulda thought.” He mumbled, getting up and stretching, his muscles stiff from sitting so long. “Time for an ale.” He put the books he had been reading back on the shelf and headed for the tavern, wondering if Eralynn had been successful in stealing a kiss from her young scholar.
Eralynn had returned later. She found the tavern Garmus was in, and with droopy shoulders and a very defeated look on her face, sat down next to him. She placed her arm on the table and put her head in it, like she was playing a game of heads up seven up. After a moment, she inhaled deeply and blew out a loud raspberry that you could hear even with her head down.
He watched her walk into the tavern and, taking in Eralynn’s dejected look and sad countenance Garmus concluded that she, in fact, did not win the prize. He took a last swig from his mug and set it back on the bar. “Ah, lass. Did yer meetin’ with the young scholar not go as well as ya’d hoped?” He asked, resting his hand on her shoulder, motioning the barkeep for another drink with his other.
"Maybe I should go pound some sense in ta him. Lad obviously doesn't have a lick of it." Garmus said, giving her shoulder a squeeze. "Ya should eat somethin' Lynny. Everythins' always better on a full stomach." He gave his own stomach a couple of pats. "I think they even have chocolate cake with fudge on top."
She turns her head to the side, looking at you. That's my favorite kind of cake. And, Garmy, please don't kick his ass. He's..not into girls.She sighs deeply and buries her head in her arm again.
This might be it... Ysabell mumbled to herself as she reread a particular chapter on curses from a dusty tome. Though I'll need to give it a test run or two before knowing for sure... Closing the book and replacing it back on the shelf where she had found it, Ysabell rose, feeling her body protesting slightly after and extended period of being sedentary, and collected her things: her small pack, her massive scythe, and her still nameless kitten, now slightly larger from when she had first found it. Scooping up the little one, she scratched it behind the ears as it purred happily before telling it, "It's probably time we found the others." Meowing happily in reply, she placed it in its little carrying sack and made the long journey from the depths of the library back to the outside world.
When she reached the exterior courtyard of Candlekeep, she squinted at the afternoon light, caught slightly off-guard by it's brightness; little nameless shielded its eyes and meowed similarly in annoyance. "Apparently, we were inside longer than I originally thought..." she told the kitten as her vision slowly adjusted to the bright surroundings. Though she wouldn't realize it till later, she hadn't left that particular wing of the library since the Seekers had given her access to it a few days past; lost in research through its many halls and aisles. Wondering where the others might be, she headed towards the tavern Garmus was known to be fond of, hoping that this particular mystery was short, easy - and undead free - for once.
Two pieces of fudge cake arrive. They look amazing. Eralynn sighs and leans her head on your shoulder while she slowly eats it, wiping a tear away. It hurts now, but she'll get over it, eventually, with time. You can't tell if she's sad because she's horny, or lonely, but right now it's definitely leaning towards the latter.
Eralynn begins writing in her book:
In response to the swell of terror from the chaos and aftermath of the mining accident, a nest of meenlocks spontaneously manifested within the bedrock of the mountain. Their strange, twisting lair affixed itself to the tunnels of the mine like a leech. The creatures psychically tormented the trapped miners before taking them to their lair for further torture. After all the trapped miners were captured or died—or were rescued—the meenlocks turned their attention to the village. The lingering fear and trauma of the surviving miners called like a beacon to the meenlocks. Most of the populace eventually fled. A bard who heard about the catastrophe decided to chronicle the stories of the survivors. We came to the mine, explored the caves, and defeated the Meenlocks. Now, i'm hoping we can return to Candlekeep, and receive - as our reward - the cure for Ysabell's cursed town. Perhaps I might even see Yalerion.
"Well, it seems the mystery has been solved..." Ysa commented lightly sometime shortly after their battle in the mines, sitting on a random stone somewhere in the ruined village. "It's good to know that the town wasn't transformed and was simply devoured. Assuming that was all of them, it spells good news for the future prospects of the village. Perhaps they'll rebuild?" she commented partially to herself. "Is there anything else that we need to look into here?" she then asked the others.
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"I think we seen everything we need ta. Time for a pint and some food, eh?" Garmus replies.
Maybe we can take the letters we found in the manor back with us? Eralynn wrote, suggesting.
"That sounds like a splendid idea. This ordeal made me rather famished and I'm ready to receive our rewards for solving this mystery." Ysabell commented as she thought on the cursed village still in need of rescuing.
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Eralynn was more than happy to leave the mining town. Another mystery solved, Poopy Doo. Take that, Misery Machine.
Ysa, when you all returned, the Avowed kept their word - whether it be spell, or potion, or something else - you decide, you were given a solution to the drought, much to your delight.
Naturally, Eralynn was, once again, on her tippy toes looking for a certain someone as you all, as a group, received the cure.
Ecko returned from the town with the same energetic enthusiasm he did earlier. He snags the notes found in the mansion and turns them in to the adjutants within Candlekeep's wall.
He immediately makes a detour to the magical scroll list and blows all his cash on a few new spells to read, cheerfully beginning to copy as he walks, eyes entirely focused on his paper and forgoing to look around for anyone - or thing - he might walk into. He truly lives up to the name birdbrained.
"Another mystery solved!" Ecko cries, "Where to? I like traveling with you people. Yalerion, Kasha? To the art gallery?"
Eralynn stops Ecko, turning to him with a humorous look. Who's Kasha? she asks.
Ecko’s player totally didn’t mix up campaigns after being real tired last night. Without missing a beat, Ecko swivels towards Eralynn, awkwardly pushes his glasses up his nose, and replies; “I meant you, of course, clearly, definitely. Haven’t you seen I’m bad with names?”
Eralynn gives you a coy look, and then forgives you, of course. She writes down some words. Another mystery solved. At this point, we can either rest here at Candlekeep for a little while, look for another adventure, or anything else you guys would like to do. I'd love to see if I can visit the art gallery, or.. she pauses writing, turning red. ..or uh..
What would you guys like to do?
Eralynn waited patiently for everyone to decide but it looked like a few of them did indeed want to visit the art gallery and the art books. With Ecko and Garmus in tow, they headed over. Candlekeep had a massive art gallery and library. Eralynn stayed with them both and looked at all the art and the books as they explored and enjoyed the day. She was in heaven. Then, she saw an angel. Yalerion. Her heart did a somersault in her chest. What was he doing here? Still looking at him, she tugged Garmus's sleeve, and he got the hint. She'd be right back.
Being the somewhat extrovert that she was, more or less, Eralynn decided to make a move. Life was short. She crept up to him all casual and quickly took a book without him seeing, from behind him, and dropped it right next to his feet. He startled, looked down, and looked at Eralynn, who was acting perfectly that she had made a terrible clumsy mistake, shame on her! I'm so silly! I'm sorry! Please, mister help me!
"Oh! Hello! Ah! I remember you! The young lady from the other day!"
She nodded excitedly, as he picked up the book, but she didn't speak. She just stared at his lips with her green eyes. Yalerion gave her a wry look.
Eralynn startled, refocusing, and pointed to her throat with a funny face and indicated she was a mute.
"You can't speak?"
She shook her head no and batted her eyelashes.
"I see. Well. Uh. How do you..?"
She held up her sketchbook and showed him. She doodled an example, and it came to life.
"Why, that's amazing! Is that a magic pencil?"
She continued drawing. "So! How about those art books?"
He laughed, and now that the ice was broken, they continued talking. After a few minutes, they wandered off to a more private area of the library.
Garmus wandered through the art gallery with Eralynn and Ecko. While strolling around looking at pictures on the walls wasn’t normally his idea of a good time he did like spending the day with two of his friends. And, admittedly he did like the paintings of battle scenes from some of the historical wars. He even saw one with a dwarf that could have been his Da, it looked so much like him.
Eralynn tugged on his shirt, pointing towards another part of the library. At first he thought she wanted to show him something else but then he spied Yalerion. He gave her a smile and a wink and when she turned to go he watched for a moment until they wandered off.
“Ecko, I’m goin back this way”…pointing his thumb over his shoulder…”I saw an area with books on battle and weaponry.” Pulling a few books off the shelves he found himself a comfortable chair and settled in. Garmus was surprised to find out several hours had passed when he pulled his head out of the book he had been reading about battle techniques and maneuvers. “Huh, who woulda thought.” He mumbled, getting up and stretching, his muscles stiff from sitting so long. “Time for an ale.” He put the books he had been reading back on the shelf and headed for the tavern, wondering if Eralynn had been successful in stealing a kiss from her young scholar.
Eralynn had returned later. She found the tavern Garmus was in, and with droopy shoulders and a very defeated look on her face, sat down next to him. She placed her arm on the table and put her head in it, like she was playing a game of heads up seven up. After a moment, she inhaled deeply and blew out a loud raspberry that you could hear even with her head down.
He watched her walk into the tavern and, taking in Eralynn’s dejected look and sad countenance Garmus concluded that she, in fact, did not win the prize. He took a last swig from his mug and set it back on the bar. “Ah, lass. Did yer meetin’ with the young scholar not go as well as ya’d hoped?” He asked, resting his hand on her shoulder, motioning the barkeep for another drink with his other.
Her head buried in her arm, she shook her head no.
"Maybe I should go pound some sense in ta him. Lad obviously doesn't have a lick of it." Garmus said, giving her shoulder a squeeze. "Ya should eat somethin' Lynny. Everythins' always better on a full stomach." He gave his own stomach a couple of pats. "I think they even have chocolate cake with fudge on top."
She turns her head to the side, looking at you. That's my favorite kind of cake. And, Garmy, please don't kick his ass. He's..not into girls. She sighs deeply and buries her head in her arm again.
"Och, not much I can do bout that I suppose. Sorry, lass." He got the barkeep's attention. "Two pieces of cake if ya will." He ordered.
This might be it... Ysabell mumbled to herself as she reread a particular chapter on curses from a dusty tome. Though I'll need to give it a test run or two before knowing for sure... Closing the book and replacing it back on the shelf where she had found it, Ysabell rose, feeling her body protesting slightly after and extended period of being sedentary, and collected her things: her small pack, her massive scythe, and her still nameless kitten, now slightly larger from when she had first found it. Scooping up the little one, she scratched it behind the ears as it purred happily before telling it, "It's probably time we found the others." Meowing happily in reply, she placed it in its little carrying sack and made the long journey from the depths of the library back to the outside world.
When she reached the exterior courtyard of Candlekeep, she squinted at the afternoon light, caught slightly off-guard by it's brightness; little nameless shielded its eyes and meowed similarly in annoyance. "Apparently, we were inside longer than I originally thought..." she told the kitten as her vision slowly adjusted to the bright surroundings. Though she wouldn't realize it till later, she hadn't left that particular wing of the library since the Seekers had given her access to it a few days past; lost in research through its many halls and aisles. Wondering where the others might be, she headed towards the tavern Garmus was known to be fond of, hoping that this particular mystery was short, easy - and undead free - for once.
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Two pieces of fudge cake arrive. They look amazing. Eralynn sighs and leans her head on your shoulder while she slowly eats it, wiping a tear away. It hurts now, but she'll get over it, eventually, with time. You can't tell if she's sad because she's horny, or lonely, but right now it's definitely leaning towards the latter.