(Roxy will definitely take 10 days worth of rations, the rope and grappling hook and…the book. She’ll pack those items in her pack and inform the others so they can get food and grab the other items as well)
The party leaves back out into the freezing cold and it does not take long for ice to form on your eyelashes. The party travels to Orvo's tent. A campfire burns in front of this small tent, whose flaps are open. Inside the tent sits a young dwarf whose face is scarred as though scratched by a large claw. A shortsword is casually laid across his lap as he warms his outstretched hands.
During the journey, Roxaria casts sidelong glances at Reginald after reading some of the book and thinks to herself, Are other gnomes really like that Scanlan?
She warms her hands by the fire outside of the tent and enters to see the dwarf. His battle-scarred face takes her by surprise as she was not expecting such a sight. “Orvo? We were told that we ought to visit and speak with you. We left Palebank by ship, some time ago. We were tasked by Arlo to seek out a cure to the Frigid Woe. Have you heard of this affliction? We are hoping that maybe you have some information that could lead us in a good direction to find such a cure as the citizens of Palebank are worried about it after several individuals have perished or are currently beset by the disease, myself and my partner, Trem, having fallen victim to it as well during our journeys.”
Roxaria patiently listens to hear what the dwarf has to say, hoping that his words provide direction.
Orvo looks at the party. "Yes I know the affliction, its a terrible sickness. I don't know of a cure, but I can tell you where we found the blue vials. It was in Salsvault, an Aeorian ruin partially submerged in water in a region of Foren where the glacial ice is thin. Explorers call this region Thin Sheets. Salsvault is two hundred miles northwest of Syrinlya. Ice mephits are drawn to the magic of something at that location. Urgon and I found the ruin after following one of the creatures."
Orvo nods "I am afraid so. Salsvault appears to have been an Aeorian lab. Urgon and I explored only three of its chambers before being chased away by animated suits of armor."
”Well, I should think we head into the wilderness and make our way to Salsvault. We should all have provisions for 10 days and I think we took care of any warm weather gear and tents, blankets and such for this weather. Unless there are no objections, I say we make haste. Trem and I aren’t getting any better and the longer we dilly dally, the shorter our survivability is.”
"Two hundred miles, you say," Kha replies. "About how many days travel is that in the type of terrain you have up here? Was the entrance to this Salsvault submerged? Besides these ice mephits and strange suits of armor, are there any kinds of other threats?"
(Roxy will definitely take 10 days worth of rations, the rope and grappling hook and…the book. She’ll pack those items in her pack and inform the others so they can get food and grab the other items as well)
Reginald raises an eyebrow as Roxaria hastily leaves, shrugs, then looks through the gear she was looking at.
Cats go Moo!
The party leaves back out into the freezing cold and it does not take long for ice to form on your eyelashes. The party travels to Orvo's tent. A campfire burns in front of this small tent, whose flaps are open. Inside the tent sits a young dwarf whose face is scarred as though scratched by a large claw. A shortsword is casually laid across his lap as he warms his outstretched hands.
During the journey, Roxaria casts sidelong glances at Reginald after reading some of the book and thinks to herself, Are other gnomes really like that Scanlan?
She warms her hands by the fire outside of the tent and enters to see the dwarf. His battle-scarred face takes her by surprise as she was not expecting such a sight. “Orvo? We were told that we ought to visit and speak with you. We left Palebank by ship, some time ago. We were tasked by Arlo to seek out a cure to the Frigid Woe. Have you heard of this affliction? We are hoping that maybe you have some information that could lead us in a good direction to find such a cure as the citizens of Palebank are worried about it after several individuals have perished or are currently beset by the disease, myself and my partner, Trem, having fallen victim to it as well during our journeys.”
Roxaria patiently listens to hear what the dwarf has to say, hoping that his words provide direction.
Orvo looks at the party. "Yes I know the affliction, its a terrible sickness. I don't know of a cure, but I can tell you where we found the blue vials. It was in Salsvault, an Aeorian ruin partially submerged in water in a region of Foren where the glacial ice is thin. Explorers call this region Thin Sheets. Salsvault is two hundred miles northwest of Syrinlya. Ice mephits are drawn to the magic of something at that location. Urgon and I found the ruin after following one of the creatures."
So, that would be our only lead I guess... 200 miles through the biting cold... without guarantee of success...
Player: Any Good Alignment // DM: Lawful Evil
Eline holds Trem's arm, gripping with both hands. Looking up at the elf, she reassures him, saying, "we'll be alright. I think we can manage."
Orvo nods "I am afraid so. Salsvault appears to have been an Aeorian lab. Urgon and I explored only three of its chambers before being chased away by animated suits of armor."
Did they have any weaknesses?
Player: Any Good Alignment // DM: Lawful Evil
"I don't know. We just ran as fast as we could. Now that is all I know" Orvo gets up and sheathes his sword.
Trem looks at Eline and gives her a smile.
Feeling reckless?
Player: Any Good Alignment // DM: Lawful Evil
Eline flashes Trem a brilliant smile of her own. A mischievous twinkle flashes in her green eyes. "You know it!"
What are we waiting for? Haha!
Player: Any Good Alignment // DM: Lawful Evil
(Where does the party want to go next?)
Roxaria thanks Orvo for the limited information.
”Well, I should think we head into the wilderness and make our way to Salsvault. We should all have provisions for 10 days and I think we took care of any warm weather gear and tents, blankets and such for this weather. Unless there are no objections, I say we make haste. Trem and I aren’t getting any better and the longer we dilly dally, the shorter our survivability is.”
(Does anyone want to meet the Buyer?)
(I think yes, but I want to gives Reginald a chance to ask Orvo something)
Player: Any Good Alignment // DM: Lawful Evil
Alright I will wait to see what Reginald does
"Two hundred miles, you say," Kha replies. "About how many days travel is that in the type of terrain you have up here? Was the entrance to this Salsvault submerged? Besides these ice mephits and strange suits of armor, are there any kinds of other threats?"
Reginald glances at Kha and replies "Excellent questions, Kha."
Cats go Moo!