Bones wakes up at an outrageously early 4ish in the morning, feeling full of life and energy. He starts to whistle an all too-crisp and perfectly loud whimsical whistle of a song, surely waking up the whole inn. When the others have joined him, he will have already sprung for bacon, eggs, rye bread, and mulled wine for breakfast, and some hard tack for the road. "Good morning everyone, I hope you're hungry! I had the best nights sleep and feel like we can lick this magical curse or disease or whatever!" (( Doc is good to go ))
Petros practically crawls over to food. “Is this what doctors have as a sleep rountine? They get drunk, wake before the sun even stands a chance, and they somehow avoid a hangover?” He says drolly.
Bones slows a little as he continues serving breakfast to the group. "Eh... actually I was going to ask about that. Where, um... well I don't know what room they're in and didn't think it would be alright to go door to door so early in the morning. Also... I seem to have a little bit of a fuzzy memory on the subject of last night... Did we drink? I always was a letdown as a sailor when it came to drinking games.. kept waking up at some Gods early hou-" He stops himself. "Oh. We drank. Right. As I was saying, what room are they in?"
(( Once someone points out which room to check up on, he does so. Assuming a patient actually finally lets him do a full physical workup, he will. ))
(You did attempt to destroy the flask with the disease. As far as you know it was burned up.)
As you all gather in the morning and begin to plan your next steps, you see coming down the stairs from the boarding rooms, Elro, with a grim look on his face. He sees your group after a moment and comes over immediately and sits down beside you all. "I don't suppose you've heard yet, have you? Irven, his wife Fenton and their children, Honor and Magic have all contracted the disease. I have been able to do a little more research since we met last, and it seems this particular disease is called "Frigid Woe". There is only one cure known: a milky liquid of some kind, stored in gold vials by the Aeorians. What did you all find out, if anything?"
“Perhaps we should attempt to find the ruins the bandits searched? If the vials were from there, the cure could be also.” Petros says with a hint of desperation he hardly expected.
Bones sinks into a chair. "Ruins? What new layer of the Nine Hells is this?. But if there's a chance for a cure, then yes. We have no choice but to go there. But before we do, Elro, is there anything else you can tell me about this disease? Specifics about how it contracts, how to handle it if one must, how long the sickness needs to fully take hold, how to destroy it, any details? Also, what kind of research? Are you sitting on a library of Aeorian reference books and forgot to tell us? Dammit man, I'm a doctor, not an adventurer! I could have been doing that research with all the good I've done so far!"
Elro shook his head a little and sighed. "I asked around to a few people I knew, I'm not an expert by any means on Aeor and its technology. But everyone here knows the ruins are north of here a good ways. From what I gathered, the disease is contracted by inhaling the spores. While symptoms tend to show up within a few days on infection, it can take much longer to run its course. If they're lucky, Irven and family could have as long as sixty days, but there is nothing absolutely certain about it." He pulled off a tankard of ale from a passing waitress and drained it slowly. "The should certainly be a cure up in the ruins. I need you--they all need you--to find it and return it safely, one vial per person. I can offer you all an additional two-hundred gold for your help, and arrange travel up to Foren, where you can get more specific directions to the crash site and ruins. If you're still willing to help, meet me down at the docks by the Remorhaz tomorrow morning. They can be ready to sail at first light. I suggest you take the day to finish any business you might have here, and if you don't have any cold weather clothing already, get some. You won't last long otherwise."
He stands up, drops a pouch containing 100g pieces on the table before you and nods. "Time is of the essence though."
Cade eats his breakfast eagerly until Elro joins the table and shares the bad news about the family. He remains quiet while the Headman and the others talk, but his face takes on an expression of sorrow.
When Elro predicts the course of the disease with the family, he lights up a little. “60 days ye say? That’s some good time.” After that he continues his meal and listens to the Headman’s suggestion.
“I’m in for sure. Let’s track down them cures. Headman, how far is the journey to the Aeorian ruins?” Cade eyes the pouch with a small smile and a nod. “A good sum.”
(I assumed that Cade already had a fur coat, but he will make sure to buy extra warm boots and mittens as well as additional fur headgear. If the yourney into the wilderness takes more than a day, he will also attemp to buy a fur-lined sleeping bag)
Petros grabs 25 gp and says “Honestly, I’m not sure why I was even here in the first place without cold weather clothing. Oh right, I’m trying to escape from a a very annoyed noble’s army of guards.”
He turns to Cade and says “Is Faron the type of place where I would expect to find a couple bounty hunters looking to take my head? If so, there is not chance in any of the nine hells I’m going there.
Cade smiles and takes another bite. “Bounty hun’ers in Faron? Nah, I don’t think there ain’t none of them up there.” He chews his toast and scratches his chin. “Plen’y of danger though, I hear. Cold, too. Elro, where is the ship goin’ to take us then?”
(Cade will also attempt to purchase some cold weather rations and will suggest his friends do the same.)
”Hungry men are cold men. I’ve seen som’o it. Some.”
Elro looks at you all and gives a raspy laugh. "Nine days by boat to the island, then as far as I know, something like two hundred miles from the closest camp to the ruins. See you at the docks." He then heads out of the inn, leaving you to make ready.
(( I never described Bones! Aside from the fact he is a Gnome, he looks surprisingly like actor DeForest Kelley but small with Gnomey ears and nose. He is wearing a uniform that looks strikingly like the red double-breasted one worn by Starfleet officers between Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan and that God-awful Generations movie. Over his uniform is scale-mail armor that is brass and silver. Over which, he is wearing a heavy all black naval pea coat with fur shoulders and chainmail inlaid fur hood, heavy leather black gloves with medium armoring, and matching knee-high officer's boots. On his head he wears an insulated black heavy arming cap, which the hood goes over. The uniform is the standard-issue winter-wear of the naval officer's corps for ship-to-ship or amphibious engagements, and very warm. Bones is ready to go. ))
(I forgot to describe Petros also! He has longish black hair and brown eyes and the ears you would expect from a half elf. He has a bread shaped kinda like a goatee, but more thick. He wears the most inconspicuous clothing he could find; a drab grey wooly vest with a brown buttoned shirt underneath, simple stained black pants, and boots made from rough patchleather. His +1 dagger hangs precariously from his belt, on the opposite side from his other dagger. Strapped to his back is his backpack, strapped to the backpack is his bagpipes, which he tries to keep in perfect condition.)
( I already described Gellwin but just so we've got them all in one place.
Gellwin has bronze skin and shoulder length black hair and a well groomed beard. He is extremely stocky even compared to the other dwarves present and perhaps a little too well padded, though it serves him well in the cold. He has an easy smile and is currently dressed in a rather well-worn fur-lined parka. Underneath he wears reinforced leathers and battered looking boots. He does not appear to be currently armed.)
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(Good to jump to the morning as well. Cade wouldn’t go without the doctor, as he doesn’t have a great grasp on the whole disease issue.)
Bones wakes up at an outrageously early 4ish in the morning, feeling full of life and energy. He starts to whistle an all too-crisp and perfectly loud whimsical whistle of a song, surely waking up the whole inn. When the others have joined him, he will have already sprung for bacon, eggs, rye bread, and mulled wine for breakfast, and some hard tack for the road. "Good morning everyone, I hope you're hungry! I had the best nights sleep and feel like we can lick this magical curse or disease or whatever!" (( Doc is good to go ))
Petros practically crawls over to food. “Is this what doctors have as a sleep rountine? They get drunk, wake before the sun even stands a chance, and they somehow avoid a hangover?” He says drolly.
( Assuming Gellwin was able to bonfire the flask until it was ash. From 30ft away. He will also go to sleep and wake with the others in the morning.)
" Good Morning all. Doc? Did you want to check on the family before we go see the Headman.....make sure no symptoms emerged overnight?"
Bones slows a little as he continues serving breakfast to the group. "Eh... actually I was going to ask about that. Where, um... well I don't know what room they're in and didn't think it would be alright to go door to door so early in the morning. Also... I seem to have a little bit of a fuzzy memory on the subject of last night... Did we drink? I always was a letdown as a sailor when it came to drinking games.. kept waking up at some Gods early hou-" He stops himself. "Oh. We drank. Right. As I was saying, what room are they in?"
(( Once someone points out which room to check up on, he does so. Assuming a patient actually finally lets him do a full physical workup, he will. ))
(You did attempt to destroy the flask with the disease. As far as you know it was burned up.)
As you all gather in the morning and begin to plan your next steps, you see coming down the stairs from the boarding rooms, Elro, with a grim look on his face. He sees your group after a moment and comes over immediately and sits down beside you all. "I don't suppose you've heard yet, have you? Irven, his wife Fenton and their children, Honor and Magic have all contracted the disease. I have been able to do a little more research since we met last, and it seems this particular disease is called "Frigid Woe". There is only one cure known: a milky liquid of some kind, stored in gold vials by the Aeorians. What did you all find out, if anything?"
Gellwins stomach sank in despair, " There is a cure? But by the Aeorians.......so we need to go out into the wilds and into the ruins to find it?"
" Anyone who has it already will be dead by the time we return, no?"
“Perhaps we should attempt to find the ruins the bandits searched? If the vials were from there, the cure could be also.” Petros says with a hint of desperation he hardly expected.
Latching on to literally anything at this point Gellwin nodded eagerly....
Bones sinks into a chair. "Ruins? What new layer of the Nine Hells is this?. But if there's a chance for a cure, then yes. We have no choice but to go there. But before we do, Elro, is there anything else you can tell me about this disease? Specifics about how it contracts, how to handle it if one must, how long the sickness needs to fully take hold, how to destroy it, any details? Also, what kind of research? Are you sitting on a library of Aeorian reference books and forgot to tell us? Dammit man, I'm a doctor, not an adventurer! I could have been doing that research with all the good I've done so far!"
Elro shook his head a little and sighed. "I asked around to a few people I knew, I'm not an expert by any means on Aeor and its technology. But everyone here knows the ruins are north of here a good ways. From what I gathered, the disease is contracted by inhaling the spores. While symptoms tend to show up within a few days on infection, it can take much longer to run its course. If they're lucky, Irven and family could have as long as sixty days, but there is nothing absolutely certain about it." He pulled off a tankard of ale from a passing waitress and drained it slowly. "The should certainly be a cure up in the ruins. I need you--they all need you--to find it and return it safely, one vial per person. I can offer you all an additional two-hundred gold for your help, and arrange travel up to Foren, where you can get more specific directions to the crash site and ruins. If you're still willing to help, meet me down at the docks by the Remorhaz tomorrow morning. They can be ready to sail at first light. I suggest you take the day to finish any business you might have here, and if you don't have any cold weather clothing already, get some. You won't last long otherwise."
He stands up, drops a pouch containing 100g pieces on the table before you and nods. "Time is of the essence though."
Cade eats his breakfast eagerly until Elro joins the table and shares the bad news about the family. He remains quiet while the Headman and the others talk, but his face takes on an expression of sorrow.
When Elro predicts the course of the disease with the family, he lights up a little. “60 days ye say? That’s some good time.” After that he continues his meal and listens to the Headman’s suggestion.
“I’m in for sure. Let’s track down them cures. Headman, how far is the journey to the Aeorian ruins?” Cade eyes the pouch with a small smile and a nod. “A good sum.”
(I assumed that Cade already had a fur coat, but he will make sure to buy extra warm boots and mittens as well as additional fur headgear. If the yourney into the wilderness takes more than a day, he will also attemp to buy a fur-lined sleeping bag)
Petros grabs 25 gp and says “Honestly, I’m not sure why I was even here in the first place without cold weather clothing. Oh right, I’m trying to escape from a a very annoyed noble’s army of guards.”
He turns to Cade and says “Is Faron the type of place where I would expect to find a couple bounty hunters looking to take my head? If so, there is not chance in any of the nine hells I’m going there.
Cade smiles and takes another bite. “Bounty hun’ers in Faron? Nah, I don’t think there ain’t none of them up there.” He chews his toast and scratches his chin. “Plen’y of danger though, I hear. Cold, too. Elro, where is the ship goin’ to take us then?”
(Cade will also attempt to purchase some cold weather rations and will suggest his friends do the same.)
”Hungry men are cold men. I’ve seen som’o it. Some.”
Gellwin is already kitted out for the weather and eager to get going....happy at least that no one else here was at risk of further infection.
Elro looks at you all and gives a raspy laugh. "Nine days by boat to the island, then as far as I know, something like two hundred miles from the closest camp to the ruins. See you at the docks." He then heads out of the inn, leaving you to make ready.
Petros puts on his warmest clothing and walks outside to get some air, wondering how he got wrapped up in all this.
(( I never described Bones! Aside from the fact he is a Gnome, he looks surprisingly like actor DeForest Kelley but small with Gnomey ears and nose. He is wearing a uniform that looks strikingly like the red double-breasted one worn by Starfleet officers between Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan and that God-awful Generations movie. Over his uniform is scale-mail armor that is brass and silver. Over which, he is wearing a heavy all black naval pea coat with fur shoulders and chainmail inlaid fur hood, heavy leather black gloves with medium armoring, and matching knee-high officer's boots. On his head he wears an insulated black heavy arming cap, which the hood goes over. The uniform is the standard-issue winter-wear of the naval officer's corps for ship-to-ship or amphibious engagements, and very warm. Bones is ready to go. ))
(I forgot to describe Petros also! He has longish black hair and brown eyes and the ears you would expect from a half elf. He has a bread shaped kinda like a goatee, but more thick. He wears the most inconspicuous clothing he could find; a drab grey wooly vest with a brown buttoned shirt underneath, simple stained black pants, and boots made from rough patchleather. His +1 dagger hangs precariously from his belt, on the opposite side from his other dagger. Strapped to his back is his backpack, strapped to the backpack is his bagpipes, which he tries to keep in perfect condition.)
( I already described Gellwin but just so we've got them all in one place.
Gellwin has bronze skin and shoulder length black hair and a well groomed beard. He is extremely stocky even compared to the other dwarves present and perhaps a little too well padded, though it serves him well in the cold. He has an easy smile and is currently dressed in a rather well-worn fur-lined parka. Underneath he wears reinforced leathers and battered looking boots. He does not appear to be currently armed.)