"Hmmm. In some ways, you're right. If she found out that you'd swiped Tulgi's journal right off of the tabletop, she'd be quite irritated. Nevertheless, I think it would be wise to not divulge everything. Like you said, not tell her for now." Eline lets herself continue to be guided through the chill toward the inn. She couldn't put her finger on it, but something gnawed at her internally--something deep in the core of her being. Logically, it made sense to have an edge on the quest to find out more about this mystery affliction, thus swiping the journal seemed the best course of action to gain a better sense of information and even just a slight edge against anyone or anyTHING that could potentially be behind all of this. At the same time, however, Eline's conscience was bothered by the prospect of abject theft. On the one hand, they had information. On the other, they had someone's personal property. She was never really adept at working through these streams of consciousness, let alone this dilemma.
Nevertheless, she and her newfound companions would do the best they could to unravel this strange and tragic mystery.
Looking up at Trem, and seeing his slightly reddened face--probably due to his face flushing at the prospect of reading the journal alone with her, she comes to the conclusion that she does not want to embarass the elven man anymore than she feels she already has. She rests a hand on his upper back in reassurance as they walk. She does steal a look behind to see if Roxaria has caught up.
No, she thinks to herself. Roxaria doesn't yet need to know.
Roxaria is too focused on Tulgi’s answers to notice Trem’s actions. She does note that Eline hints towards the door and quickly picks up that this may not be a safe place to be. This Frozen Sickness, or whatever affliction Tulgi has could either be from contact or even airborne. Either way, Roxaria felt uncomfortable about it. Then, Tulgi admits that she stole the relics from Urgon. *Well, that just opened up a bag of questions! I wonder where these relics are?* she thought to herself.
Seeing Eline and Trem hurriedly leave, she looked back at Tulgi, “Madam, I appreciate what cooperation you have provided. If you should share more, You may find me at the Jolly Dwarf Inn. Oh, before I leave, may I borrow one of the relics? It is for the greater good and could lead us to the source and possibly a cure to you and save this village. If not, I respectfully understand.”
((OOC- Roxi tries to persuade Tulgi to give up one of her relics)) Persuasion 14
Whatever the outcome, Roxaria hopes Tulgi cooperates. If not, she quickly turns out, shuts the door behind her and makes her way to catch up to Eline and Trem, who are huddled together, walking and arms around each other, to keep warm. She sniggles, a combination of snickering and giggling, “Boy, those two are really going to have a hard time of it in this cold if we have to leave the village. It is adorable though.”
Tulgi briefly reaches into her shirt and pulls out an ornate dagger with a gilded sheathe and offers it to Roxaria. "The other relics are gone. I sent them to my sister Hulil, in Croaker Cave. Its north of here."
Vauthok nods in agreement to the Orc’s suggestion and pats a hand on Mila’s armored shoulder, “Thank you for your help.” See? Even feral oafs can be polite if they put their mind to it. The giant lumbers back inside and over the wreckage of the house’s furnishings, careful not to crush anything. Urgon getting pissed and coming back to haunt him wasn’t the most outlandish idea when everything else going on was considered. He gives Reginald a grin and scoops up the silver maul, firmly wrapping his fingers around the worn leather hilt and leaned it against his shoulder. “I’ll give to Elro when we see him and let him handle the rest.” Unfortunately.
Now to go see how the others had fared with the afflicted one. “Ready when you guys are..”
Roxaria briefly marvels at the dagger before safely tucking it away on her person.
After catching up to Trem and Eline, she makes her way back to the Jolly Dwarf to see how the others fared. That would be a good time to disclose the information and clue she just received. She never liked repeating herself when she did not have to.
When they return to the Jolly Dwarf, Roxaria removes her weapons and neatly places them on the weapon rack. The longbow she places as the most accessible, her weapon of choice. As before, however, she keeps her stiletto on her person. Before heading to the large table everyone convened at before, Roxaria heads to the bar, where she saw the dwarven barkeep earlier, making drinks.
“Could you draw up a tankard of mead and a honey elven-wine? The mead is for an acquaintance. The wine for me.”
She pauses a moment as the barkeep starts working the order and follows up nonchalantly, “What do you think about what happened to Urgorn? Pretty scary to me.” Roxaria is fishing for anything that maybe he has heard from other bar patrons.
Trem awaits the others at the Jolly Dwarf (with Eline I'd assume), but doesn't share anything about the journal. Not before he has a chance to read it.
Trem and Eline reads through the Journal. He discovers that Urgon sold a number of relics to the local antique shop Pelc Curiosities 2 weeks earlier. Tulgi has been following Urgon for quite some time.
(For the side note that just says Uttolot, Trem can make a history check)
Trem shares any information he reads in the journal with Eline (I'd say we're reading together until others come in). He likes being this close to Eline. Keep your eyes on the prize! A voice tells him in his mind. She's a Human! In 30 years she'll look like your grandmother! Trem tries to ignore the voices in his head and focusses on the journal.
Trem shares any information he reads in the journal with Eline (I'd say we're reading together until others come in). He like being this close to Eline. Keep you eyes on the prize! A voice tells him in his mind. She's a Human! In 30 years she'll look like your grandmother! Trem tries to ignore the voices in his head and focusses on the journal.
History check for Uttolot: 19
Roxaria’s attention is on the dwarven barkeep while she is at the bar getting drinks and engaging in a discussion.
Dissatisfied with the investigation so far, Reginald heads back to the bar with the others in his group. The young gnome is deep in thought about the situation. He just cannot think of any that he's ever read that matches what had happened to the dwarf whose home they had just visited or seemed to be currently happening to Tulgi. Perhaps the others have had better luck than he and his group has had so far.
Roxaria spots Reginald walking in with the other two. She holds up a tankard of mead while sitting at the bar to Vauthok. She acknowledges everyone as they head to the table. The idle discussion with the barkeep seemed to be kept at very shallow level and she brings her wine and Vauthok’s mead to the table with Trem and Eline.
”What all did you find at Urgon’s place?” She listens intently to grasp onto anything meaningful they might share.
Reginald sighs and waves to Roxaria in response. "Only that someone had searched for something there. The place was in a shambles from whoever did the searching."
The gnome heads over to Roxaria and scrambles onto the stool next to her. "We did find a "silvered" maul, which suggests to me that Master Wenth had dealt with supernatural creatures in his past." Reginald pauses to catch the bartender's attention to order a warm mulled mead to help him warm up. "That and the other gear we found STILL being there leads me to suspect it was no mere robbery of an abandoned home but that the culprit was actually searching for something specific."
The young wizard pulls a bit of fleece out of from his sleeve then silently gestures with it in front of him. A very realistic, 3 dimensional, small scale diorama of the inside of Urgon Wenth's home appears on the top of the bar in front of Reginald. (OOC - Minor Illusion Cantrip).
"This is what it looked like when we entered the place." As Reginald points out certain parts of the scene before them to the elf beside him, he also mentions, "We'll have to find out if ol' Urgon had any relatives or heirs for the equipment we found. If not, we should see if we could claim the maul for our goliath who seems to have taken a liking to it and perhaps the armor for sale later."
Roxaria’s eyes widen as she connects Urgon’s ransacked home and Tulgi’s relics. “Get out! Tulgi admitted that she robbed Urgon’s relics! That would explain why the equipment was not touched!”
Roxaria pulls the ornate dagger from a fantastic looking sheath and shows it to Reginald, “This is a relic that Tulgi gave me. You know…” she pauses and tucks the dagger away again “Let’s head to the table and we can all share our findings.”
After he briefly examines the dagger, Reginald nods in agreement, "If you'll allow to examine the dagger for 10-20 minutes, I might be able to tell you more about it. I might be able to tell you if it has any mystical aspects connected to it."
(If Roxaria allows it, Reginald sit nearby and will cast detect magic as a ritual (10 minutes), if the dagger is magical he will then cast identify as a ritual also (11 minutes). Also he will note anything that is magical with 30' of him :)
Vauthok dipped his head and stepped through the entrance of the Jolly Dwarf after Reginald, dropping his hood and giving a content sigh as the pleasant smells that usually accompany a successful tavern reached his nose. Simply put, mead was the secret to happiness. Depositing his weapons on the rack once again, the barbarian settled Urgon’s silver maul back on his shoulder and headed in the direction of Roxaria once he spotted the elf waving a tankard of mead in his direction.
He sat the massive hammer on the floor beside her chair just as Reginald explained that it was only thing they had found in the deceased dwarf’s cottage. Vauthok greatfully took the mead, clinking it against her cup of wine, and poured a generous amount down his throat after carefully lowering himself into one of the chairs at the table. The structure groaned loudly under his weight but steadied instead of collapsing. “Gotta appreciate a good weapon.” The Goliath explained with a shrug.
“Wait.. That’s what she destroyed his house looking for?” Vauthok asked the others at the table while staring at the gnome’s visual spell doing it’s job. The giant shook his head slowly and took another long pull of his drink. All that for a puny blade. “What makes the little knife so special?”
After he briefly examines the dagger, Reginald nods in agreement, "If you'll allow to examine the dagger for 10-20 minutes, I might be able to tell you more about it. I might be able to tell you if it has any mystical aspects connected to it."
(If Roxaria allows it, Reginald sit nearby and will cast detect magic as a ritual (10 minutes), if the dagger is magical he will then cast identify as a ritual also (11 minutes). Also he will note anything that is magical with 30' of him :)
“I was not aware you could do that.” Roxaria hands him the dagger relic to examine. “I’m curious to know what you discover.”
Looking to Vauthok, “It may be magical in property and offer a clue as to what is happening, hopefully!”
“And maybe who’s causing it, I hope..” Vauthok finished his drink and waved to the dwarven barkeep for another round. “Trying to cut a simple sickness in half doesn’t sound near as fun.” He explained with a chuckle before standing and heading back to bar.
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"Hmmm. In some ways, you're right. If she found out that you'd swiped Tulgi's journal right off of the tabletop, she'd be quite irritated. Nevertheless, I think it would be wise to not divulge everything. Like you said, not tell her for now." Eline lets herself continue to be guided through the chill toward the inn. She couldn't put her finger on it, but something gnawed at her internally--something deep in the core of her being. Logically, it made sense to have an edge on the quest to find out more about this mystery affliction, thus swiping the journal seemed the best course of action to gain a better sense of information and even just a slight edge against anyone or anyTHING that could potentially be behind all of this. At the same time, however, Eline's conscience was bothered by the prospect of abject theft. On the one hand, they had information. On the other, they had someone's personal property. She was never really adept at working through these streams of consciousness, let alone this dilemma.
Nevertheless, she and her newfound companions would do the best they could to unravel this strange and tragic mystery.
Looking up at Trem, and seeing his slightly reddened face--probably due to his face flushing at the prospect of reading the journal alone with her, she comes to the conclusion that she does not want to embarass the elven man anymore than she feels she already has. She rests a hand on his upper back in reassurance as they walk. She does steal a look behind to see if Roxaria has caught up.
No, she thinks to herself. Roxaria doesn't yet need to know.
Roxaria is too focused on Tulgi’s answers to notice Trem’s actions. She does note that Eline hints towards the door and quickly picks up that this may not be a safe place to be. This Frozen Sickness, or whatever affliction Tulgi has could either be from contact or even airborne. Either way, Roxaria felt uncomfortable about it. Then, Tulgi admits that she stole the relics from Urgon. *Well, that just opened up a bag of questions! I wonder where these relics are?* she thought to herself.
Seeing Eline and Trem hurriedly leave, she looked back at Tulgi, “Madam, I appreciate what cooperation you have provided. If you should share more, You may find me at the Jolly Dwarf Inn. Oh, before I leave, may I borrow one of the relics? It is for the greater good and could lead us to the source and possibly a cure to you and save this village. If not, I respectfully understand.”
((OOC- Roxi tries to persuade Tulgi to give up one of her relics)) Persuasion 14
Whatever the outcome, Roxaria hopes Tulgi cooperates. If not, she quickly turns out, shuts the door behind her and makes her way to catch up to Eline and Trem, who are huddled together, walking and arms around each other, to keep warm. She sniggles, a combination of snickering and giggling, “Boy, those two are really going to have a hard time of it in this cold if we have to leave the village. It is adorable though.”
Tulgi briefly reaches into her shirt and pulls out an ornate dagger with a gilded sheathe and offers it to Roxaria. "The other relics are gone. I sent them to my sister Hulil, in Croaker Cave. Its north of here."
Vauthok nods in agreement to the Orc’s suggestion and pats a hand on Mila’s armored shoulder, “Thank you for your help.” See? Even feral oafs can be polite if they put their mind to it. The giant lumbers back inside and over the wreckage of the house’s furnishings, careful not to crush anything. Urgon getting pissed and coming back to haunt him wasn’t the most outlandish idea when everything else going on was considered. He gives Reginald a grin and scoops up the silver maul, firmly wrapping his fingers around the worn leather hilt and leaned it against his shoulder. “I’ll give to Elro when we see him and let him handle the rest.” Unfortunately.
Now to go see how the others had fared with the afflicted one. “Ready when you guys are..”
Roxaria briefly marvels at the dagger before safely tucking it away on her person.
After catching up to Trem and Eline, she makes her way back to the Jolly Dwarf to see how the others fared. That would be a good time to disclose the information and clue she just received. She never liked repeating herself when she did not have to.
When they return to the Jolly Dwarf, Roxaria removes her weapons and neatly places them on the weapon rack. The longbow she places as the most accessible, her weapon of choice. As before, however, she keeps her stiletto on her person. Before heading to the large table everyone convened at before, Roxaria heads to the bar, where she saw the dwarven barkeep earlier, making drinks.
“Could you draw up a tankard of mead and a honey elven-wine? The mead is for an acquaintance. The wine for me.”
She pauses a moment as the barkeep starts working the order and follows up nonchalantly, “What do you think about what happened to Urgorn? Pretty scary to me.” Roxaria is fishing for anything that maybe he has heard from other bar patrons.
Trem awaits the others at the Jolly Dwarf (with Eline I'd assume), but doesn't share anything about the journal. Not before he has a chance to read it.
Player: Any Good Alignment // DM: Lawful Evil
Trem and Eline reads through the Journal. He discovers that Urgon sold a number of relics to the local antique shop Pelc Curiosities 2 weeks earlier. Tulgi has been following Urgon for quite some time.
(For the side note that just says Uttolot, Trem can make a history check)
Trem shares any information he reads in the journal with Eline (I'd say we're reading together until others come in). He likes being this close to Eline. Keep your eyes on the prize! A voice tells him in his mind. She's a Human! In 30 years she'll look like your grandmother! Trem tries to ignore the voices in his head and focusses on the journal.
History check for Uttolot: 19
Player: Any Good Alignment // DM: Lawful Evil
Roxaria’s attention is on the dwarven barkeep while she is at the bar getting drinks and engaging in a discussion.
Trem recalls that there is a Uttolot crime family in Shadycreek Run. It seems Tulgi and her sister works for the Uttolot family.
O shit!
Trem blurs out loud.
OOC: DM I think you mean Trem and Eline in the previous post? And is this the family from Trem's backstory?
Player: Any Good Alignment // DM: Lawful Evil
(OOC- loud enough for Rox to hear at the bar? I can roll Passive Perception at Disadvantage)
Passive Perception (12) (Disadvantage): 14
Passive Perception (12) (Disadvantage): 17
Roxaria is too involved with the barkeep and getting drinks to hear or notice Trem’s outburst.
Dissatisfied with the investigation so far, Reginald heads back to the bar with the others in his group. The young gnome is deep in thought about the situation. He just cannot think of any that he's ever read that matches what had happened to the dwarf whose home they had just visited or seemed to be currently happening to Tulgi. Perhaps the others have had better luck than he and his group has had so far.
Cats go Moo!
Roxaria spots Reginald walking in with the other two. She holds up a tankard of mead while sitting at the bar to Vauthok. She acknowledges everyone as they head to the table. The idle discussion with the barkeep seemed to be kept at very shallow level and she brings her wine and Vauthok’s mead to the table with Trem and Eline.
”What all did you find at Urgon’s place?” She listens intently to grasp onto anything meaningful they might share.
Reginald sighs and waves to Roxaria in response. "Only that someone had searched for something there. The place was in a shambles from whoever did the searching."
The gnome heads over to Roxaria and scrambles onto the stool next to her. "We did find a "silvered" maul, which suggests to me that Master Wenth had dealt with supernatural creatures in his past." Reginald pauses to catch the bartender's attention to order a warm mulled mead to help him warm up. "That and the other gear we found STILL being there leads me to suspect it was no mere robbery of an abandoned home but that the culprit was actually searching for something specific."
The young wizard pulls a bit of fleece out of from his sleeve then silently gestures with it in front of him. A very realistic, 3 dimensional, small scale diorama of the inside of Urgon Wenth's home appears on the top of the bar in front of Reginald. (OOC - Minor Illusion Cantrip).
"This is what it looked like when we entered the place." As Reginald points out certain parts of the scene before them to the elf beside him, he also mentions, "We'll have to find out if ol' Urgon had any relatives or heirs for the equipment we found. If not, we should see if we could claim the maul for our goliath who seems to have taken a liking to it and perhaps the armor for sale later."
Cats go Moo!
Roxaria’s eyes widen as she connects Urgon’s ransacked home and Tulgi’s relics. “Get out! Tulgi admitted that she robbed Urgon’s relics! That would explain why the equipment was not touched!”
Roxaria pulls the ornate dagger from a fantastic looking sheath and shows it to Reginald, “This is a relic that Tulgi gave me. You know…” she pauses and tucks the dagger away again “Let’s head to the table and we can all share our findings.”
After he briefly examines the dagger, Reginald nods in agreement, "If you'll allow to examine the dagger for 10-20 minutes, I might be able to tell you more about it. I might be able to tell you if it has any mystical aspects connected to it."
(If Roxaria allows it, Reginald sit nearby and will cast detect magic as a ritual (10 minutes), if the dagger is magical he will then cast identify as a ritual also (11 minutes). Also he will note anything that is magical with 30' of him :)
Cats go Moo!
Vauthok dipped his head and stepped through the entrance of the Jolly Dwarf after Reginald, dropping his hood and giving a content sigh as the pleasant smells that usually accompany a successful tavern reached his nose. Simply put, mead was the secret to happiness. Depositing his weapons on the rack once again, the barbarian settled Urgon’s silver maul back on his shoulder and headed in the direction of Roxaria once he spotted the elf waving a tankard of mead in his direction.
He sat the massive hammer on the floor beside her chair just as Reginald explained that it was only thing they had found in the deceased dwarf’s cottage. Vauthok greatfully took the mead, clinking it against her cup of wine, and poured a generous amount down his throat after carefully lowering himself into one of the chairs at the table. The structure groaned loudly under his weight but steadied instead of collapsing. “Gotta appreciate a good weapon.” The Goliath explained with a shrug.
“Wait.. That’s what she destroyed his house looking for?” Vauthok asked the others at the table while staring at the gnome’s visual spell doing it’s job. The giant shook his head slowly and took another long pull of his drink. All that for a puny blade. “What makes the little knife so special?”
“I was not aware you could do that.” Roxaria hands him the dagger relic to examine. “I’m curious to know what you discover.”
Looking to Vauthok, “It may be magical in property and offer a clue as to what is happening, hopefully!”
“And maybe who’s causing it, I hope..” Vauthok finished his drink and waved to the dwarven barkeep for another round. “Trying to cut a simple sickness in half doesn’t sound near as fun.” He explained with a chuckle before standing and heading back to bar.