Kitaer continues standing outside the room, partly as guard watching for any more spiders and partly 'cause he figures best let the brainy types do the reading of papers and such. Eventually he does wander a bit though... There are all these kegs and surely he can find a near enough clean cup or something down here? It may be useful to see if the contents are still good or if they done gone over.
Kitaer is able to very easily spot different boxes of mugs in crates sitting on shelves across the back wall that had been previously covered with spider webs. There are also plenty of brewing supplies along the shelves as well. There is dust and dirt coating almost everything, but some of the mugs underneath are fairly clean... having been hidden away from the vermin and elements.
Kitaer isn't the pickiest, he'll happily wipe a mug clean on his kilt and consider it good enough. He'd also grab a box full of mugs for back home, not sure of just what kind of kitchen goods the church has. He'd eye the brewing supplies as well considering how easy they would be to transport. He doesn't want to weigh himself down with items that aren't going to get used at the expense of actual valuable or useful things... But if they're not too cumbersome he would convince himself that he could learn to use them eventually..
Speaking of eventually, he does eventually get around to trying the different kegs contents. Small sips as he's not looking to get blotto and he's not sure if they've gone over or not.
Kiter collects the mugs and if he chooses... enough brewing equipment of brewer's supplies. After getting a mug and making it... clean enough... He takes it to the different large casks aligned in the center of the basement and along the wall opposite to the office. pouring a bit from each barrel into the mug and swirling it around, he finds that all of the ale inside seems to be OK. The kegs with the dwarven writing on them burn significantly when they go down. You assume that those two spirits must be VERY strong, and likely very flammable... Your eyes then glance towards the slight charring on the barrels left behind from the burning webs.
"Hey guys, perhaps we should grab what we want from here and bring it back home before continuing further out?" Kitaer calls out to the others. "A couple of these fuller kegs wouldn't be a bad addition to the stores. We could always pile stuff we're not taking now in front of the office door to dissuade others until we can come back..."
"Oh my goodness!"Vesna nearly brings her hand to cover her mouth while reading through the journal but catches herself just in time, especially after dealing with so many unsanitary things today. "He did poison himself, just as I suspected... But not for the reason I thought at first."
Lifting her gaze, amber eyes scan the room, as if searching for unseen intruders - though, in reality, they themselves are the intruders. She speaks again, her voice now hushed and quivering slightly. "Mr. Weaselton writes that his wife was trying to find a cure for the weeping pox... and he is confident that the Morbus Doctore tried their best to prevent creating this cure, even destroying the roof and attacking them here... If that is true, then Mrs. Weaselton must have been killed... And then poor Mr. Weaselton got so depressed that he could no longer live without her and killed himself with that poison..."
A moment of silence hangs in the air as Vesna processes the grim information, her eyes a bit teary from the sad story she just read. She blinks a few times to hopefully get rid of any embarrassing tears, and clears her throat. "Are these Morbus Doctore the plague doctors that Ren mentioned earlier? This doesn't sound very good..." Her voice trails off, and she releases a deep sigh. The unease she feels in this foreign land grows more and more with each revelation. It's only been an hour or two since arriving, and the unsettling reality of Etharis is already taking its toll.
Surveying the remnants of what was once The Weaseltons' office, Vesna attempts to imagine the life they had before chaos ensued. In her contemplation, her eyes fall upon a wooden sign holding the mysterious words: "Never trust your fortune to a drunk weasel... I wonder, what could that mean," she muses aloud, curiosity piqued amidst the sombre atmosphere.
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Stasyn stashes the contents of the chest into his pack. Including the clothes. If nothing else, they can be sold or used for another purpose. "I found a hand crossbow and some bolts if anyone knows how to use one." says Stasyn.
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Daryos stops and listens as Vesna shares the tragic story about the halfling couple. He finds himself moved by their love, contemplating it for a moment, wondering if he would ever feel the same way about anyone. It wouldn't do being caught up in emotions while on a dangerous mission though so he quickly returns to the present. "Not that we have any plans on creating a cure for the plague I believe, but we would have to be very careful with these Morbus Doctore." He says grimly.
"Yes, I think exlploring the Wet Weasel and bring back what we find here is quite sufficient for today."The young white-haired noble answers Kitaer with a nod. "Maybe finish up here and if everyone still feels up to it I would want to check out what is left of the upper floor for some beds."
"Not me, but better keep it, those are valuable I've heard."He then says to Stasyn as the Verdan mentions the hand croosbow.
Daryos then joins Nesyax by the statues, taking a closer look at them, looking for clues to the combination there too.
Daryos moves to examine the statues Nesyax is holding. Although Nesyax struggled to get a good look at them in the poor lighting, Daryos manages to get a little better look. He can tell that they are both valuable but doesn't notice anything of interest about the statue of the weasel holding the ale. When inspecting the silver statue of the weasel holding the coin however, he notices a group of very small numbers engraved near the edge of the coin it is holding.
"Aha, interesting..." Daryos says and points out the very small numbers engraved near the edge of the coin the weasel is holding. "...if you could call them out to me in order Ms. Sanaldi and we'll see if they will open this safe." He says stepping back to the combinations safe. Assuming Nesyax does this, Daryos uses the numbers to try to open the safe.
"Morbus Doctore?" Kitaer asks Vesna. "Not sure I heard of them before. Why would they want a plague?"
"More importantly, are they going to have a problem with us setting up shop?"
Turning back to the matter of gear Kitaer suggests to Daryos "We could do a couple trips. Move the couple fullest barrels from here to there, then return to check out the upstairs?"
"I... I think when we arrived, and Ren was giving us the overview of the plague, he mentioned if we g-got sick that there are plague doctors treating the people... I don't know if they and the Morbus Doctore could be the same?" Vesna responds, stuttering and stammering as usual. "Perhaps we can ask him to see if he knows more..."she adds, unsurely. Maybe Mr. Weaselton has left other information around? Vesna glances at the direction of his body, then checks out to see if there is anything else useful in the desk and its drawers.
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"Ready when you are Ms. Sanaldi."The young white-haired noble says with a nod to the blue-haired girl as he stands by the combiation safe, ready to use the numbers Nesyax reads him from the statue.
Daryos turns the dial left and right as Nesyax reads off the numbers one at a time. After the last number is selected on the dial, a faint click can be heard from within the heavy door. moving to the large wheel, daryos spins the wheel and then gives it a hard pull. The door squeaks loudly as it swings open.
looking inside the safe, the inside is completely dark except for a small pulsing light. inside are multiple shelves containing various items.
shelf 1: Deed to the Wet Weasel property, merchants license, old shipping logs and ledgers.
shelf 2: 25pp, 500gp, 600sp all stacked neatly in rows along with a pearl necklace (The pearl is worth 100gp) and a diamond ring (diamond is worth 50gp). A pair of golden chalaces also stand inside.
Shelf 3: 1 Potion containing a crimson liquid that seems to pulse regularly with a dull light, similar to a heartbeat.
*none of the items give any imdication that they are magical to Stasyn other than the potion.
Standing a bit back, Nesyax sees the heavy door open. "Great! It worked!" She tries to peak inside but is a bit far away. "What did we find?" she asks.
She then turns to Stasyn, responding quite belatedly to his comment. "Oh! I've used hand crossbows before. I suppose it could be useful. I usually relay on magic though."
"Not bad for a first afternoon." The young white-haired noble says, taking a step back from the safe to allow the others in the team to see what they have found, handing the mysterious potion to Stasyn to examine while allowing Kitaer to take care the valuables. "Unless local law would say otherwise I believe we are now the owners of a tavern too." He says, holding up the deed to the Wet Weasel before handing that too to the hoarding minotaur. "And yes, we should find out more about these Morbus Doctore, sounds like sinister types though that shouldn't be trifled with." He comments on what Vesna says.
Unless there is more to investigate in the already explored parts of the tavern, Daryos would decide to go with Kitaer's suggestion, moving together in a group, transporting valuables, supplies and the wine back to the base. Unless it is too late after that he would suggest checking the upper floor of the Wet Weasel for beds and what the silver key would open before calling it a night.
"Good the safe was not emptied or looted yet. I am fine with transporting the goods as a group as well. Though I think I will keep the pearl necklace as it can be used as a component for a spell." says Stasyn as he steps in and takes the pearl necklace. He then turns to Nesyax and hands over the hand crossbow and 20 crossbow bolts "Here the crossbow is all yours."
Stasyn stands ready to leave unless someone wants to do something else.
OOC: The barrels of wine in the basement are very large and would take a lot of effort to get the entire barrel out. You could however empty the large barrels into smaller ones similar to the ones upstairs at the bar, but that will take time.
It has probably been about 3 hours since you arrived to Etharis... so it is probably close to 5PMish. If you do a little more exploring and then take what you can carry, you can probably make it back to HQ before it is completely dark outside.
"Oh yeah? What spell?" Kitaer asks loudly as Stasyn steps in and self-procures the pearl necklace for himself. While waiting for the wizard's answer Kitaer looks over to Daryos and raises an eyebrow with the intention of asking if the Decisioneer has decided this issue or not... Otherwise Kitaer bends down and looks in the safe and soon transfer the remaining items of it from their old, secure home to the much more warm and inviting confines of Kitaer's pouches, sacks and backpack.
"Perhaps some could check the upstairs while one or two empty some of these barrels into smaller portable ones?" Kitaer says in consideration of modifying the plan. "Or we could get a couple started and then all go look. Just seems a shame to not take advantage of free ale..."
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Kitaer continues standing outside the room, partly as guard watching for any more spiders and partly 'cause he figures best let the brainy types do the reading of papers and such. Eventually he does wander a bit though... There are all these kegs and surely he can find a near enough clean cup or something down here? It may be useful to see if the contents are still good or if they done gone over.
Kitaer is able to very easily spot different boxes of mugs in crates sitting on shelves across the back wall that had been previously covered with spider webs. There are also plenty of brewing supplies along the shelves as well. There is dust and dirt coating almost everything, but some of the mugs underneath are fairly clean... having been hidden away from the vermin and elements.
Kitaer isn't the pickiest, he'll happily wipe a mug clean on his kilt and consider it good enough. He'd also grab a box full of mugs for back home, not sure of just what kind of kitchen goods the church has. He'd eye the brewing supplies as well considering how easy they would be to transport. He doesn't want to weigh himself down with items that aren't going to get used at the expense of actual valuable or useful things... But if they're not too cumbersome he would convince himself that he could learn to use them eventually..
Speaking of eventually, he does eventually get around to trying the different kegs contents. Small sips as he's not looking to get blotto and he's not sure if they've gone over or not.
Kiter collects the mugs and if he chooses... enough brewing equipment of brewer's supplies. After getting a mug and making it... clean enough... He takes it to the different large casks aligned in the center of the basement and along the wall opposite to the office. pouring a bit from each barrel into the mug and swirling it around, he finds that all of the ale inside seems to be OK. The kegs with the dwarven writing on them burn significantly when they go down. You assume that those two spirits must be VERY strong, and likely very flammable... Your eyes then glance towards the slight charring on the barrels left behind from the burning webs.
Box of mugs and brewers supplies added.
"Hey guys, perhaps we should grab what we want from here and bring it back home before continuing further out?" Kitaer calls out to the others. "A couple of these fuller kegs wouldn't be a bad addition to the stores. We could always pile stuff we're not taking now in front of the office door to dissuade others until we can come back..."
"Oh my goodness!" Vesna nearly brings her hand to cover her mouth while reading through the journal but catches herself just in time, especially after dealing with so many unsanitary things today. "He did poison himself, just as I suspected... But not for the reason I thought at first."
Lifting her gaze, amber eyes scan the room, as if searching for unseen intruders - though, in reality, they themselves are the intruders. She speaks again, her voice now hushed and quivering slightly. "Mr. Weaselton writes that his wife was trying to find a cure for the weeping pox... and he is confident that the Morbus Doctore tried their best to prevent creating this cure, even destroying the roof and attacking them here... If that is true, then Mrs. Weaselton must have been killed... And then poor Mr. Weaselton got so depressed that he could no longer live without her and killed himself with that poison..."
A moment of silence hangs in the air as Vesna processes the grim information, her eyes a bit teary from the sad story she just read. She blinks a few times to hopefully get rid of any embarrassing tears, and clears her throat. "Are these Morbus Doctore the plague doctors that Ren mentioned earlier? This doesn't sound very good..." Her voice trails off, and she releases a deep sigh. The unease she feels in this foreign land grows more and more with each revelation. It's only been an hour or two since arriving, and the unsettling reality of Etharis is already taking its toll.
Surveying the remnants of what was once The Weaseltons' office, Vesna attempts to imagine the life they had before chaos ensued. In her contemplation, her eyes fall upon a wooden sign holding the mysterious words: "Never trust your fortune to a drunk weasel... I wonder, what could that mean," she muses aloud, curiosity piqued amidst the sombre atmosphere.
Aeran Dormaris - L2 Paladin on his way to Phandelver
Vesna March - L1 Cleric in Etharis
DM The Missing Farmer
Stasyn stashes the contents of the chest into his pack. Including the clothes. If nothing else, they can be sold or used for another purpose. "I found a hand crossbow and some bolts if anyone knows how to use one." says Stasyn.
Daryos stops and listens as Vesna shares the tragic story about the halfling couple. He finds himself moved by their love, contemplating it for a moment, wondering if he would ever feel the same way about anyone. It wouldn't do being caught up in emotions while on a dangerous mission though so he quickly returns to the present. "Not that we have any plans on creating a cure for the plague I believe, but we would have to be very careful with these Morbus Doctore." He says grimly.
"Yes, I think exlploring the Wet Weasel and bring back what we find here is quite sufficient for today." The young white-haired noble answers Kitaer with a nod. "Maybe finish up here and if everyone still feels up to it I would want to check out what is left of the upper floor for some beds."
"Not me, but better keep it, those are valuable I've heard." He then says to Stasyn as the Verdan mentions the hand croosbow.
Daryos then joins Nesyax by the statues, taking a closer look at them, looking for clues to the combination there too.
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Daryos moves to examine the statues Nesyax is holding. Although Nesyax struggled to get a good look at them in the poor lighting, Daryos manages to get a little better look. He can tell that they are both valuable but doesn't notice anything of interest about the statue of the weasel holding the ale. When inspecting the silver statue of the weasel holding the coin however, he notices a group of very small numbers engraved near the edge of the coin it is holding.
"Aha, interesting..." Daryos says and points out the very small numbers engraved near the edge of the coin the weasel is holding. "...if you could call them out to me in order Ms. Sanaldi and we'll see if they will open this safe." He says stepping back to the combinations safe. Assuming Nesyax does this, Daryos uses the numbers to try to open the safe.
"Morbus Doctore?" Kitaer asks Vesna. "Not sure I heard of them before. Why would they want a plague?"
"More importantly, are they going to have a problem with us setting up shop?"
Turning back to the matter of gear Kitaer suggests to Daryos "We could do a couple trips. Move the couple fullest barrels from here to there, then return to check out the upstairs?"
"I... I think when we arrived, and Ren was giving us the overview of the plague, he mentioned if we g-got sick that there are plague doctors treating the people... I don't know if they and the Morbus Doctore could be the same?" Vesna responds, stuttering and stammering as usual. "Perhaps we can ask him to see if he knows more..." she adds, unsurely. Maybe Mr. Weaselton has left other information around? Vesna glances at the direction of his body, then checks out to see if there is anything else useful in the desk and its drawers.
Aeran Dormaris - L2 Paladin on his way to Phandelver
Vesna March - L1 Cleric in Etharis
DM The Missing Farmer
Nesyax nods to Daryos. "Sure, I can read them. Just tell me when."
Rabbit Sebrica, Sorcerer || Skarai, Monk || Lokilia Vaelphin, Druid || Britari / Halila Talgeta / Jesa Gumovi || Neital Rhessil, Wizard || Iromae Quinaea, Cleric
Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer || Bronnryn Hethgar, Cleric
"Ready when you are Ms. Sanaldi." The young white-haired noble says with a nod to the blue-haired girl as he stands by the combiation safe, ready to use the numbers Nesyax reads him from the statue.
Daryos turns the dial left and right as Nesyax reads off the numbers one at a time. After the last number is selected on the dial, a faint click can be heard from within the heavy door. moving to the large wheel, daryos spins the wheel and then gives it a hard pull. The door squeaks loudly as it swings open.
looking inside the safe, the inside is completely dark except for a small pulsing light. inside are multiple shelves containing various items.
shelf 1: Deed to the Wet Weasel property, merchants license, old shipping logs and ledgers.
shelf 2: 25pp, 500gp, 600sp all stacked neatly in rows along with a pearl necklace (The pearl is worth 100gp) and a diamond ring (diamond is worth 50gp). A pair of golden chalaces also stand inside.
Shelf 3: 1 Potion containing a crimson liquid that seems to pulse regularly with a dull light, similar to a heartbeat.
*none of the items give any imdication that they are magical to Stasyn other than the potion.
Standing a bit back, Nesyax sees the heavy door open. "Great! It worked!" She tries to peak inside but is a bit far away. "What did we find?" she asks.
She then turns to Stasyn, responding quite belatedly to his comment. "Oh! I've used hand crossbows before. I suppose it could be useful. I usually relay on magic though."
Rabbit Sebrica, Sorcerer || Skarai, Monk || Lokilia Vaelphin, Druid || Britari / Halila Talgeta / Jesa Gumovi || Neital Rhessil, Wizard || Iromae Quinaea, Cleric
Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer || Bronnryn Hethgar, Cleric
"Not bad for a first afternoon." The young white-haired noble says, taking a step back from the safe to allow the others in the team to see what they have found, handing the mysterious potion to Stasyn to examine while allowing Kitaer to take care the valuables. "Unless local law would say otherwise I believe we are now the owners of a tavern too." He says, holding up the deed to the Wet Weasel before handing that too to the hoarding minotaur. "And yes, we should find out more about these Morbus Doctore, sounds like sinister types though that shouldn't be trifled with." He comments on what Vesna says.
Unless there is more to investigate in the already explored parts of the tavern, Daryos would decide to go with Kitaer's suggestion, moving together in a group, transporting valuables, supplies and the wine back to the base. Unless it is too late after that he would suggest checking the upper floor of the Wet Weasel for beds and what the silver key would open before calling it a night.
"Good the safe was not emptied or looted yet. I am fine with transporting the goods as a group as well. Though I think I will keep the pearl necklace as it can be used as a component for a spell." says Stasyn as he steps in and takes the pearl necklace. He then turns to Nesyax and hands over the hand crossbow and 20 crossbow bolts "Here the crossbow is all yours."
Stasyn stands ready to leave unless someone wants to do something else.
OOC: The barrels of wine in the basement are very large and would take a lot of effort to get the entire barrel out. You could however empty the large barrels into smaller ones similar to the ones upstairs at the bar, but that will take time.
It has probably been about 3 hours since you arrived to Etharis... so it is probably close to 5PMish. If you do a little more exploring and then take what you can carry, you can probably make it back to HQ before it is completely dark outside.
"Oh yeah? What spell?" Kitaer asks loudly as Stasyn steps in and self-procures the pearl necklace for himself. While waiting for the wizard's answer Kitaer looks over to Daryos and raises an eyebrow with the intention of asking if the Decisioneer has decided this issue or not... Otherwise Kitaer bends down and looks in the safe and soon transfer the remaining items of it from their old, secure home to the much more warm and inviting confines of Kitaer's pouches, sacks and backpack.
"Perhaps some could check the upstairs while one or two empty some of these barrels into smaller portable ones?" Kitaer says in consideration of modifying the plan. "Or we could get a couple started and then all go look. Just seems a shame to not take advantage of free ale..."