As Kotar runs through the next steps, Irven and his husband release each other. The merchant composes himself and places a hand on one of his daughters’ arms, fighting to smile.
When Durnham approaches and performs his magic trick, both the tiefling girls clap their hands in joy, wide happy eyes accentuated by the bright blue makeup. They look sad and confused when the wizard explains their new toy is damaged, but gasp and clap at the sight of a shiny silver coin each.
The crimson girl looks up at Irven’s husband and says “Papa Fenton? May we?”
The blond man nods, tries a brave smile. He looks up at Ressys as the big firbolg offers his pledge to find the cure, and nods hopefully.
The purple tiefling girl listens to Qidira and responds “No, it’s just us. Honor and me play together, papa Irven and papa Fenton try to play with us but sometimes they’re too busy. They’re grownups” she says, matter-of-factly.
"Are you a grownup? You look a bit like one, but you're little like me"
With the consent from the children, Durnham uses the mage hand to lift the make up kit and opens the haversack with his natural hands as the mage hand places the kit inside. He then smiles at the girls and approaches their fathers. “You and the children may have all been exposed,” he says quietly to try and keep the children from hearing. “You may want to go to the temple and tell them what has happened. They may want to watch over you.”
Qidira smiles back at the girls, "Nah not really, but almost. Could you two help me with my toys? The bird needs oiling really bad, and the joints on my music box are stuck so probably could use some too. If your dads will let us, we should go to the temple to make sure you're not sick, but you could fix my toys for me while you wait for them to check you out? That is if you think I could leave them with you for a little bit?" She asks the girls earnestly.
Ressys shakes himself back to the present and the task at hand.
"I can determine if they are sick. Perhaps if we go to your rooms? We can do it in private. It is a simple ritual. We will need to clean the bad makeup off their faces. Perhaps using Durnham's magic hand?"
If they go to the rooms he will conduct the Detect Poison and Disease ritual.
Durnham doesn’t quite get his volume right, and at his words of exposure and temples, Honor and Magic turn to their fathers in horror: “Papa! What does he mean??”
Irven pulls a face at the dwarf as if to say “Really?”, and about to offer some soothing lies before Qidira steps in to help. Their faces brighten a little at the little bird and music box, and they both nod enthusiastically at the offer to look after them for the gnome.
Irven looks mollified now that his daughters are distracted, and holds his hands palm-up as he says “I believe you, I’m grateful for your warning and your help, but there is a time and a place for honesty – and that is rarely in front of young children.
Mr Winterwalker, that does sound like a good idea. Fenton and I shall get the girls back to our room, clean them up and any areas where we think they may have played with the powder. We’ll let you know when we’re ready for you to come and perform the ritual”
The two men take a tiefling girl each in their arms, Honor holding onto the now-folded makeup box and Magic clinging to the tiny mechanical bird and music box. The family heads up the stairs and enter the first door at the top, closing it gently behind them.
Durnham winces at the girl’s reactions to his words and looks at Irven chagrined. He tried to keep it quiet and spare the girls hearing him... he just didn’t have the way with people that some did. It wasn’t his intention, he felt like he had the right idea but putting the ideas of how to talk to people into words and actions, well... it usually went sideways somehow.
Putting his embarrassment aside he speaks to Ressys after the men take their children upstairs, “Is there any reason we should keep these vials? I think we should burn them and the make up kit as well just to be safe but I’m not sure... do we need a sample to help generate a cure? What do you think?”
As the door closes he turns to his companions. "I will do what needs to be done to find the cure just for the sake of those children alone. I will go to Eiselcross and seek the antidote. Durnham, there was some sort of journal or note? I will need it to to help start the search. I hope you others are willing to come along, but I will go alone if need be. This disease is unnatural. Clerics and others have powers to cure people of disease but I fear Frigid Woe will be too strong to be cured so simply."
In answer to Durnham's question.
"I do not see how we would use the spores to find a cure. An antidote must be found. We would need to travel to Uthodurn or further to find some herbalist or such to create such a cure and how would we know it works without exposing others to test it? Far too dangerous in my mind. I agree that the spores should be destroyed and fire would be a good way to do it I think. We need to stop the disease from spreading or falling into the wrong hands to be used as a weapon."
Ressys will begin the ritual for Detect Poson and Disease as he waits for Irven and Fenton. If he finishes the spell ritual before they are ready he will look around the common room and where the family is seated to see if any sig of the disease is present. He will then head to their rooms when they are ready, redoing the ritual if needed to make sure the rooms and areas they have been in are clear.
Qidira turns to Ressys. "I will help in any way that I can, and of course travel with you. The trinkets seem an ample distraction for now, but I have the same trouble with words that Durnham does and can say the wrong things. You or one of the others seem best to do the talking."
"Durnham is the Journal here or back at the cabin? If its at the cabin, I can go fetch it with your permission, but if its here, Ressys is right. It seems that it would be of great assistance." Grateful that it wasn't her this time fumbling over her words, but saddened as she senses how Durnham must feel at alarming the children.
Ressys begins his ritual, rubbing the totem tied to his wrist and uttering druidic verses to draw the spirits required to see poisons and diseases. For about ten minutes he performs this ritual, oblivious to anything going on around him.
(OOC: Holding any further processing while the journal is discussed, also giving Brandon and Kotar a chance to post)
Brandon’s shoulders slump in despair as the Liel family leaves for their room. He turns toward the others “At first, I thought it would be enough to track the vials down and destroy them to prevent the spread of the disease. Now,” he gestures toward the departed family “we must find a cure for these children. It is not my place to question the path of fate, but this disease is unnatural and I cannot believe that it is time for these children to die.” He turns toward Ressys “I will accompany you to Eiselcross to search for this cure, if that is what it takes.”
“I know very little about diseases or cures. If you believe we do not need the spores to find an antidote and it is better to destroy them now, then I trust your judgment. Better to eliminate the danger of future infections.”
Kotar watched in silence as Liel’s family went upstairs. Doubt swelling in his mind, would he be able to help them? Save them? Would he be able to help his people? Save them?
“I’m not particularly smart, but even I can understand that there is only one reason for creating something like Frigid Woe.”He says turning to his companions while Ressys perform his ritual. “This thing is a weapon and one that does not discriminate between guilty or innocent, adult or child. How much do you think an army would pay for that and how much a victim country would pay for the cure? We are lucky the vials didn’t fall in the hands of someone capable of studying the spores to the point of reproducing them and we are better not tempt fate. We should destroy the vial without handing to anyone. The sooner the better.”
How he wasn’t sure. With a bit of luck using fire, as both wizard and druid suggested, would be enough.
“To be honest, I thought we were going to go searching for a cure since we spoke with Tulgi.” An ideia that the Glassblades by then shared. “I had made my mind back them and I see no reason to change it now.”
Ressys finishes his ritual and his eyes glaze over with a faint lilac sheen. He casts his gaze around the room to see if he can detect any sign of malady.
@Ressys:
Mercifully, the room is clean. Even covering the well-travelled area from door to bar, and to the stairs, you detect no sign of Frigid woe.
Ressys manages to check downstairs quite thoroughly before the Liels' room door opens slightly and Irven says with a slightly raised voice "We're ready".
You climb the wooden stairs and enter the room; it is decently-sized for a family of four, about 30ft by 30ft with a double bed in one far corner and two small singles on your left and right as you enter.
The Liels are sat in a row on the edge of the double bed; Irven and Fenton in the middle, each flanked by one of the tiefling girls. At their feet is a set of luggage laying opened up; next to it sits a small pile of damp cloth.
“We tried to clear up as best we could” says Irven falteringly.
@Ressys:
As soon as you enter you see the same nova blue colour radiating from the Liels as you saw emanating from Hulil back at Croaker Cave. Not as obviously incandescent as with the dwarf, but more...throbbing from their chests. It is Frigid Woe, the certainty planted into your mind by the magic of your ritual. The room is clean, as is the luggage. The pile of cloth glows with the now-familiar blue of the mysterious malady of Eiselcross. Looking around the room you see no other sign of Frigid Woe, not even on the girls’ recently scrubbed faces.
The family look at you all nervously. Irven speaks first: “Did we...did we get it?”
It is unclear whether he means contracted the illness, or managed to clean away all traces.
As Ressys checks the common room his ears twitch and raise up. "The room here is clean, no signs of the disease. But the harder part still remains."
Reaching the Liel's rooms he enters and looks around carefully making sure he does a thorough job in the limited time he has. Ressys gives his report.
"The room is clean, as is the luggage. Durnham, that pile of cloth there," he points to the pile in question "has spores on it and must be handled carefully."
His ears droop as he looks to the Liel's "Yes, you got it. It is weak and likely in its earliest stages, but yes, you have contracted it." he says with lack of etiquette giving the diagnosis bluntly. Ressys's ears continue to twitch and droop.
@DM
I am unsure if just the adults have it or also the children as you said the Liel's glow but no sign on the children's faces. So unsure if you just meant they got all the spores off their faces or the kids don't have the glow so just verifying.
Durnham will again cast his mage hand cantrip and summon the spectral hand to reach into the bag of holding and remove the make up kit.
“Winter, is this make up kit safe to touch on the outside or is it also contaminated?”
He then directs the hand to place the kit on the ground and begins to have the hand carry the contaminated cloths to the make up kit so he can get them all together in the kit with the vial.
He looks towards the family and says “I’m sorry, we will do whatever we can to fix this.”
Qidira follows to stay near the others and keep an eye on the girls' reactions to see if they need further distraction, but will otherwise remain silent and just take their lead.
Durnham nods to Ressys, “Let’s go see if we can scrounge one up.” He then heads out of the room to track down Arl and ask for a sack that they can have.
The girls look at their fathers with fear and confusion. Irven stares at you and is clearly holding back sobs for the sake of his daughters, while Fenton holds Magic close to him and buries his head in her hair. After a short time it is Irven who manages to speak. His speech is broken as he tries to maintain control:
"You have to find a cure, you have to save us; if you only find enough for the girls then save them at least. If there is anything we can provide to help then tell me - does Elro need to release any resources to you that we can, er, expedite?"
Downstairs, Arl shrugs at Durnham's request and hands over a sack - it is easily big enough for your needs.
Back in the Liels' room, Durnham uses his mage hand to scoop all infected items - as directed by Ressys - into the sack. The \Liels look at the collected deadly bundle and then at you, hopefully.
He watched in silence as Ressys and Durnham handled the infected objects. His eyes drifting from a Liel to the other, remembering him of things he would rather forget. It were Irven’s words, a desperate plea for help, that brought him back to reality.
“We will do everything we can.” He says pushing the memories back, trying to sold as reassuring as he possibly could. “To be honest with you, I don’t know if Elro will need something, but we have to notify him about what happened either way so I’ll be sure to tell him that he can count on you for any help with resources.”
At that point it was the extension of what he could do. A fact that made him feel frustrated, almost powerless.
“In the meantime, go to the temple, take care of one other and avoid talking of the dwarf that sold you the vials.”The last thing those poor bastards needed was to find more trouble. Least of all trouble with the Uttolots. “She’s linked with very dangerous people.” Kotar said in a grave tone, intentionally omitting the crime family’s name. He decided it would be safer that way. “The kind you’re better off leaving to the Glassblades, if you get what I’m saying.”
"I will seek the cure, that I promise. Be assured, at least, that you cannot pass this disease to anyone else. It can only be contracted by the spores. I believe we have managed to collect all of the them and will destroy them. Go to the temple if you so desire but do not leave town. When we find the cure we will return here. Here is where we need to be able to find you."
Turning to the rest of the party,
"We must seek Elro and report our findings. The spores must be destroyed. But then we must seek the cure. We know where to start, let us go, we have work to do."
Ressys's ears press back against his head, determination in his dark eyes.
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As Kotar runs through the next steps, Irven and his husband release each other. The merchant composes himself and places a hand on one of his daughters’ arms, fighting to smile.
When Durnham approaches and performs his magic trick, both the tiefling girls clap their hands in joy, wide happy eyes accentuated by the bright blue makeup. They look sad and confused when the wizard explains their new toy is damaged, but gasp and clap at the sight of a shiny silver coin each.
The crimson girl looks up at Irven’s husband and says “Papa Fenton? May we?”
The blond man nods, tries a brave smile. He looks up at Ressys as the big firbolg offers his pledge to find the cure, and nods hopefully.
The purple tiefling girl listens to Qidira and responds “No, it’s just us. Honor and me play together, papa Irven and papa Fenton try to play with us but sometimes they’re too busy. They’re grownups” she says, matter-of-factly.
"Are you a grownup? You look a bit like one, but you're little like me"
With the consent from the children, Durnham uses the mage hand to lift the make up kit and opens the haversack with his natural hands as the mage hand places the kit inside. He then smiles at the girls and approaches their fathers. “You and the children may have all been exposed,” he says quietly to try and keep the children from hearing. “You may want to go to the temple and tell them what has happened. They may want to watch over you.”
Noob
Qidira smiles back at the girls, "Nah not really, but almost. Could you two help me with my toys? The bird needs oiling really bad, and the joints on my music box are stuck so probably could use some too. If your dads will let us, we should go to the temple to make sure you're not sick, but you could fix my toys for me while you wait for them to check you out? That is if you think I could leave them with you for a little bit?" She asks the girls earnestly.
Ressys shakes himself back to the present and the task at hand.
"I can determine if they are sick. Perhaps if we go to your rooms? We can do it in private. It is a simple ritual. We will need to clean the bad makeup off their faces. Perhaps using Durnham's magic hand?"
If they go to the rooms he will conduct the Detect Poison and Disease ritual.
Durnham doesn’t quite get his volume right, and at his words of exposure and temples, Honor and Magic turn to their fathers in horror: “Papa! What does he mean??”
Irven pulls a face at the dwarf as if to say “Really?”, and about to offer some soothing lies before Qidira steps in to help. Their faces brighten a little at the little bird and music box, and they both nod enthusiastically at the offer to look after them for the gnome.
Irven looks mollified now that his daughters are distracted, and holds his hands palm-up as he says “I believe you, I’m grateful for your warning and your help, but there is a time and a place for honesty – and that is rarely in front of young children.
Mr Winterwalker, that does sound like a good idea. Fenton and I shall get the girls back to our room, clean them up and any areas where we think they may have played with the powder. We’ll let you know when we’re ready for you to come and perform the ritual”
The two men take a tiefling girl each in their arms, Honor holding onto the now-folded makeup box and Magic clinging to the tiny mechanical bird and music box. The family heads up the stairs and enter the first door at the top, closing it gently behind them.
Durnham winces at the girl’s reactions to his words and looks at Irven chagrined. He tried to keep it quiet and spare the girls hearing him... he just didn’t have the way with people that some did. It wasn’t his intention, he felt like he had the right idea but putting the ideas of how to talk to people into words and actions, well... it usually went sideways somehow.
Putting his embarrassment aside he speaks to Ressys after the men take their children upstairs, “Is there any reason we should keep these vials? I think we should burn them and the make up kit as well just to be safe but I’m not sure... do we need a sample to help generate a cure? What do you think?”
Noob
"Fair enough." Ressys responds.
As the door closes he turns to his companions. "I will do what needs to be done to find the cure just for the sake of those children alone. I will go to Eiselcross and seek the antidote. Durnham, there was some sort of journal or note? I will need it to to help start the search. I hope you others are willing to come along, but I will go alone if need be. This disease is unnatural. Clerics and others have powers to cure people of disease but I fear Frigid Woe will be too strong to be cured so simply."
In answer to Durnham's question.
"I do not see how we would use the spores to find a cure. An antidote must be found. We would need to travel to Uthodurn or further to find some herbalist or such to create such a cure and how would we know it works without exposing others to test it? Far too dangerous in my mind. I agree that the spores should be destroyed and fire would be a good way to do it I think. We need to stop the disease from spreading or falling into the wrong hands to be used as a weapon."
Ressys will begin the ritual for Detect Poson and Disease as he waits for Irven and Fenton. If he finishes the spell ritual before they are ready he will look around the common room and where the family is seated to see if any sig of the disease is present. He will then head to their rooms when they are ready, redoing the ritual if needed to make sure the rooms and areas they have been in are clear.
Qidira turns to Ressys. "I will help in any way that I can, and of course travel with you. The trinkets seem an ample distraction for now, but I have the same trouble with words that Durnham does and can say the wrong things. You or one of the others seem best to do the talking."
"Durnham is the Journal here or back at the cabin? If its at the cabin, I can go fetch it with your permission, but if its here, Ressys is right. It seems that it would be of great assistance." Grateful that it wasn't her this time fumbling over her words, but saddened as she senses how Durnham must feel at alarming the children.
Ressys begins his ritual, rubbing the totem tied to his wrist and uttering druidic verses to draw the spirits required to see poisons and diseases. For about ten minutes he performs this ritual, oblivious to anything going on around him.
(OOC: Holding any further processing while the journal is discussed, also giving Brandon and Kotar a chance to post)
Brandon’s shoulders slump in despair as the Liel family leaves for their room. He turns toward the others “At first, I thought it would be enough to track the vials down and destroy them to prevent the spread of the disease. Now,” he gestures toward the departed family “we must find a cure for these children. It is not my place to question the path of fate, but this disease is unnatural and I cannot believe that it is time for these children to die.” He turns toward Ressys “I will accompany you to Eiselcross to search for this cure, if that is what it takes.”
“I know very little about diseases or cures. If you believe we do not need the spores to find an antidote and it is better to destroy them now, then I trust your judgment. Better to eliminate the danger of future infections.”
Kotar watched in silence as Liel’s family went upstairs. Doubt swelling in his mind, would he be able to help them? Save them? Would he be able to help his people? Save them?
“I’m not particularly smart, but even I can understand that there is only one reason for creating something like Frigid Woe.” He says turning to his companions while Ressys perform his ritual. “This thing is a weapon and one that does not discriminate between guilty or innocent, adult or child. How much do you think an army would pay for that and how much a victim country would pay for the cure? We are lucky the vials didn’t fall in the hands of someone capable of studying the spores to the point of reproducing them and we are better not tempt fate. We should destroy the vial without handing to anyone. The sooner the better.”
How he wasn’t sure. With a bit of luck using fire, as both wizard and druid suggested, would be enough.
“To be honest, I thought we were going to go searching for a cure since we spoke with Tulgi.” An ideia that the Glassblades by then shared. “I had made my mind back them and I see no reason to change it now.”
Ressys finishes his ritual and his eyes glaze over with a faint lilac sheen. He casts his gaze around the room to see if he can detect any sign of malady.
@Ressys:
Mercifully, the room is clean. Even covering the well-travelled area from door to bar, and to the stairs, you detect no sign of Frigid woe.
Ressys manages to check downstairs quite thoroughly before the Liels' room door opens slightly and Irven says with a slightly raised voice "We're ready".
You climb the wooden stairs and enter the room; it is decently-sized for a family of four, about 30ft by 30ft with a double bed in one far corner and two small singles on your left and right as you enter.
The Liels are sat in a row on the edge of the double bed; Irven and Fenton in the middle, each flanked by one of the tiefling girls. At their feet is a set of luggage laying opened up; next to it sits a small pile of damp cloth.
“We tried to clear up as best we could” says Irven falteringly.
@Ressys:
As soon as you enter you see the same nova blue colour radiating from the Liels as you saw emanating from Hulil back at Croaker Cave. Not as obviously incandescent as with the dwarf, but more...throbbing from their chests. It is Frigid Woe, the certainty planted into your mind by the magic of your ritual. The room is clean, as is the luggage. The pile of cloth glows with the now-familiar blue of the mysterious malady of Eiselcross. Looking around the room you see no other sign of Frigid Woe, not even on the girls’ recently scrubbed faces.
The family look at you all nervously. Irven speaks first: “Did we...did we get it?”
It is unclear whether he means contracted the illness, or managed to clean away all traces.
As Ressys checks the common room his ears twitch and raise up. "The room here is clean, no signs of the disease. But the harder part still remains."
Reaching the Liel's rooms he enters and looks around carefully making sure he does a thorough job in the limited time he has. Ressys gives his report.
"The room is clean, as is the luggage. Durnham, that pile of cloth there," he points to the pile in question "has spores on it and must be handled carefully."
His ears droop as he looks to the Liel's "Yes, you got it. It is weak and likely in its earliest stages, but yes, you have contracted it." he says with lack of etiquette giving the diagnosis bluntly. Ressys's ears continue to twitch and droop.
@DM
I am unsure if just the adults have it or also the children as you said the Liel's glow but no sign on the children's faces. So unsure if you just meant they got all the spores off their faces or the kids don't have the glow so just verifying.
Durnham will again cast his mage hand cantrip and summon the spectral hand to reach into the bag of holding and remove the make up kit.
“Winter, is this make up kit safe to touch on the outside or is it also contaminated?”
He then directs the hand to place the kit on the ground and begins to have the hand carry the contaminated cloths to the make up kit so he can get them all together in the kit with the vial.
He looks towards the family and says “I’m sorry, we will do whatever we can to fix this.”
Noob
"I wouldn't take the chance. If we have some sort of sack we can put everything in together and then burn it. We can't allow this to spread further."
Ressys responds.
Qidira follows to stay near the others and keep an eye on the girls' reactions to see if they need further distraction, but will otherwise remain silent and just take their lead.
Durnham nods to Ressys, “Let’s go see if we can scrounge one up.” He then heads out of the room to track down Arl and ask for a sack that they can have.
Noob
The girls look at their fathers with fear and confusion. Irven stares at you and is clearly holding back sobs for the sake of his daughters, while Fenton holds Magic close to him and buries his head in her hair. After a short time it is Irven who manages to speak. His speech is broken as he tries to maintain control:
"You have to find a cure, you have to save us; if you only find enough for the girls then save them at least. If there is anything we can provide to help then tell me - does Elro need to release any resources to you that we can, er, expedite?"
Downstairs, Arl shrugs at Durnham's request and hands over a sack - it is easily big enough for your needs.
Back in the Liels' room, Durnham uses his mage hand to scoop all infected items - as directed by Ressys - into the sack. The \Liels look at the collected deadly bundle and then at you, hopefully.
He watched in silence as Ressys and Durnham handled the infected objects. His eyes drifting from a Liel to the other, remembering him of things he would rather forget. It were Irven’s words, a desperate plea for help, that brought him back to reality.
“We will do everything we can.” He says pushing the memories back, trying to sold as reassuring as he possibly could. “To be honest with you, I don’t know if Elro will need something, but we have to notify him about what happened either way so I’ll be sure to tell him that he can count on you for any help with resources.”
At that point it was the extension of what he could do. A fact that made him feel frustrated, almost powerless.
“In the meantime, go to the temple, take care of one other and avoid talking of the dwarf that sold you the vials.” The last thing those poor bastards needed was to find more trouble. Least of all trouble with the Uttolots. “She’s linked with very dangerous people.” Kotar said in a grave tone, intentionally omitting the crime family’s name. He decided it would be safer that way. “The kind you’re better off leaving to the Glassblades, if you get what I’m saying.”
"I will seek the cure, that I promise. Be assured, at least, that you cannot pass this disease to anyone else. It can only be contracted by the spores. I believe we have managed to collect all of the them and will destroy them. Go to the temple if you so desire but do not leave town. When we find the cure we will return here. Here is where we need to be able to find you."
Turning to the rest of the party,
"We must seek Elro and report our findings. The spores must be destroyed. But then we must seek the cure. We know where to start, let us go, we have work to do."
Ressys's ears press back against his head, determination in his dark eyes.