You all watch as the door of the building just flings open and hits the wall with an audible bang. You then hear furniture move and someone shouting and cursing.
"What in Albion was that?! Whoever's there ye do know ye could've just knocked. ******* impatient people..."
You then hear a door open from somewhere inside and moments later a dwarf appears in front of the doorway that was flung open. He wears a fitting cloth shirt and a loose leather vest over it. His brown hair is slicked back while his beard is filled with crumbs. Snot is just dripping from his nose and as he coughs, he spits out a huge ball of green phlegm out on the side of the road.
"Well? State yer names and business. I've got some paperwork to do."
Bayrith pushes through everyone else to the front and begins to "examine" the dwarf much the same way as the older gentleman from the village, not really caring if he's trying to talk or not.
"I'll assume that the mayor already told ye of what we all know so far. One of my men must've accidentally hit somethin' that was magical and or ancient. Afteh that, we all saw this green fog come oveh the town and then disappear. Next day, we all got sick. Had to close both the mine an' the office here."
@Bayrith: You seem to see nothing much different between the symptoms of the sickness between regular humans and dwarves. It would seem though that the natural hardiness of dwarves contributes to the fact that the effects seems a bit milder than what you see with the townspeople.
"Well there ain't anybody working here besides me... I suppose you could use the lobby as a sleeping area. Oh, by the way, the name's Gundren. Gundren Deepstone. Fourth generation co-owner of this here mining company."
@Narstin: "Based on meh limited knowledge, I'd like to say it was somethin' ancient. This mine has been here for a long time. There's no tellin' what he'd hit, but I tell ya, there've been stories that this here mine is a site of old magyks. If I were, I'd keep and eye out for anything old and dusty. There's no tellin' what an ancient artifact could do."
@Fionn: (OOC: You haven't been led inside yet. You are all still outside and Gundren is still at the door.)
You glance over the room inside and it seems to be in fair order. A bit dark, but nothing seems to be out of the ordinary.
@Narstin: "No one truly knows the true beginnings of this here mine. The farthest we can trace it was during the founding of this here town, where before it was a mine, it was a cave. As for the magyks, some say 'tis from an age before what the natives here call the "First Farers" ever landed on the shores of Albion. Back even before the elves planted their dainty little toes on Eire."
@Rosado: "I like ye. Straight to the point and aggressive."
Rosado: "Aye friends, I think we should take short rest. Leave unnecessary things here. Grab some torches and move. Aye Gundren, me may be not the smarty one but with pure heart of our holy boy and some magyks tricks we may do it"
"hey fellows note says closed but it looks like someone has been inside
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Rosado "We should check ii"
Is the door unlocked? It wouldn't hurt to take a quick look, but I suspect what we're looking for will be in the mine itself.
Fionn casts Thaumaturgy on the door
if unlocked-
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You all watch as the door of the building just flings open and hits the wall with an audible bang. You then hear furniture move and someone shouting and cursing.
"What in Albion was that?! Whoever's there ye do know ye could've just knocked. ******* impatient people..."
You then hear a door open from somewhere inside and moments later a dwarf appears in front of the doorway that was flung open. He wears a fitting cloth shirt and a loose leather vest over it. His brown hair is slicked back while his beard is filled with crumbs. Snot is just dripping from his nose and as he coughs, he spits out a huge ball of green phlegm out on the side of the road.
"Well? State yer names and business. I've got some paperwork to do."
[OOC: This spell should be called "overreact-turgy"]
Rosado speaks first "G'day matey! Sorry for interruption. We were send here to check the 'arcane circumstances'. Can ye help us with this? "
"The mayor finally sent someone to deal with the plague eh? Alright then. What kind of help dya' want?"
Can you tell us anything about what happened?
Bayrith pushes through everyone else to the front and begins to "examine" the dwarf much the same way as the older gentleman from the village, not really caring if he's trying to talk or not.
Medicine:20
He stops every so often and writes a few notes in his book while muttering to himself.
"I'll assume that the mayor already told ye of what we all know so far. One of my men must've accidentally hit somethin' that was magical and or ancient. Afteh that, we all saw this green fog come oveh the town and then disappear. Next day, we all got sick. Had to close both the mine an' the office here."
@Bayrith: You seem to see nothing much different between the symptoms of the sickness between regular humans and dwarves. It would seem though that the natural hardiness of dwarves contributes to the fact that the effects seems a bit milder than what you see with the townspeople.
Rosado: "Aye, aye this is what we know, ye think we could sleep somewhere here if we need more then one day in mines?"
[OOC: you know for skills "you have take long rest" ;) ]
"Well there ain't anybody working here besides me... I suppose you could use the lobby as a sleeping area. Oh, by the way, the name's Gundren. Gundren Deepstone. Fourth generation co-owner of this here mining company."
Do you have any advice for us before we go down there? Any idea what your miner might have hit?
Fionn is just glancing around the room casually looking for anything....interesting
investigation 13
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@Narstin: "Based on meh limited knowledge, I'd like to say it was somethin' ancient. This mine has been here for a long time. There's no tellin' what he'd hit, but I tell ya, there've been stories that this here mine is a site of old magyks. If I were, I'd keep and eye out for anything old and dusty. There's no tellin' what an ancient artifact could do."
@Fionn: (OOC: You haven't been led inside yet. You are all still outside and Gundren is still at the door.)
You glance over the room inside and it seems to be in fair order. A bit dark, but nothing seems to be out of the ordinary.
A site of old magyks you say? What kind of magyks? Do you know the history of this place?
Rosado "Aye, Ye know what is best for damn magyks?! Kiss from me Lucky straight to the booty!"
@Narstin: "No one truly knows the true beginnings of this here mine. The farthest we can trace it was during the founding of this here town, where before it was a mine, it was a cave. As for the magyks, some say 'tis from an age before what the natives here call the "First Farers" ever landed on the shores of Albion. Back even before the elves planted their dainty little toes on Eire."
@Rosado: "I like ye. Straight to the point and aggressive."
Rosado: "Aye friends, I think we should take short rest. Leave unnecessary things here. Grab some torches and move. Aye Gundren, me may be not the smarty one but with pure heart of our holy boy and some magyks tricks we may do it"
Fionn takes a swig from his flask......
"The only true thing pure about me is in here. Speaking of which good dwarf do ye hav any of th pure for a refill?
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