Duke Hemsworth makes his way to the Roots & Remedies, seems like the place to find out exactly what is happening to this otherwise prosperous little community. “Smart choice Hadriana, spending time bumping shoulders in line is a sure way to contract this virulent mold strain. Do you see the shopkeeper in there?” The Duke stands tall looking about as unusual as Davrich. His red skin and rams horns have always granted him the attention of everyday folks. Dressed in fine clothing costume jewelry strategically worn peeking out from cuffs and neckline, Nate looks and acts the part of a generous benefactor come to see and help in this time of need.
{[Davrich is giant for a hedgehog, but he is still a small creature.]}
Davrich gets impatient the moment he sees Nate looking around. Before he'd even have a chance to see anything Davrich speaks up. "Well? What do you see? Do you see the doctor?"
(Are Davrich and Duke Hemsworth still out front or did they follow Hadriana around to the back of the shop?)
I believe we followed.
Duke Hemsworth looks down at Davrich, “Patience my sapient friend, your speech fills with grrrs and squeaks when you are in such a rush. I believe Hadriana has their attention.”
Vil approaches the shop noticing gathered sick and then the three circling around back that appear healthy, opts to approach the three."Hello there. I trust you aren't sick but want to speak with Laurel too?" says a youthful, sandy blond haired human male, dressed in simple robes.
Fully recognizing how suspicious or awkward this seems, he sheepishly offers up, "I'm Vil, by the way."
“Well met Vil. I am Duke Hemsworth, this is Davrich, and Hadriana. It seems the doctor, if that is their profession is in great demand. We I believe are as yet still in good health, and are perhaps seeking a common goal? To see about helping eradicate this terrible affliction.” Nate rather than a handshake offers a slight bow.
"Nice to meet you all." Vil says with a quick head nod to each of the three. "Indeed, if the three of you seek to put an end to whatever this is, I seek the same. I spoke to Sheriff Baleson earlier and he sent me this way."
"He also mentioned the church of Iomedae as possible place to get some clues."
From his stool next to the front door, Tufts looks over the few patrons going about their business. Da had told him that any coughing meant an immediate ejection from the premises. His perusal of the clientele didn't take long. With the Blackscour affecting so many business was slow. He was glad to see none of the customers seemed to have any symptoms.
From his stool next to the front door, Tufts looks over the few patrons going about their business. Da had told him that any coughing meant an immediate ejection from the premises. His perusal of the clientele didn't take long. With the Blackscour affecting so many business was slow. He was glad to see none of the customers seemed to have any symptoms.
"Oh, I'll be fine...I think. Never have been one to get sick much." Hadriana gives a reassuring smile. Just as she spots the backdoor to the shop, Vil appears to join their search for answers. "Welcome, Vil. A church, hm? I didn't think of that. First let's see what Laurel has to say. I hope they haven't run themselves too ragged taking care of everyone else." Hadriana is an average height, twenty-something human woman with long wavy brown hair with a few leaves mixed in, and green eyes. She is dressed in simple brown and green robes. Opening the door (if it's unlocked), she steps inside and looks around.
Going to open the door, you find it locked. A yell from inside calls; "Just leave it; I'll get it when I can!" In a female voice that already sounds tired and run ragged.
Hadriana heads inside with the others, surprised by Laurel's speed as she seems to do everything herself. The druid moves to mind the cauldron for her and at least save her a step.
"What can you tell us about this illness? I noticed it looks like the sick are coughing up mold spores."
"Its Blackscour for sure. The problem is that I only have what it takes to ease the symptoms, not to cure; and not the time to hunt it down. Look at my grandmother's recipe book for Blackscour; the missing ingredients are there." She says, handling several customers in a row.
If Laurel allows, Nate heads over to the work table and works at a mortar and pestle grinding whatever herbal mix she is set up for. “Happy to lend a hand. Seems demand is rather urgent.” If his presence is causing any alarm or distress he uses a quick thaumaturgy to at least dull his red eyes to a more common brown.
Blackscour, herbalism 17 (knowledge of this plant?)
Hadriana looks around the counter for the recipe book. Upon finding and opening it, she will turn to the entry for Blackscour and read the ingredients aloud for the others.
Nature to see if she knows of the ingredients and where to find them: 14
Vil notices three people circling the shop, one looks like a giant hedgehog. (Davrich kind of stands out.)
Duke Hemsworth makes his way to the Roots & Remedies, seems like the place to find out exactly what is happening to this otherwise prosperous little community. “Smart choice Hadriana, spending time bumping shoulders in line is a sure way to contract this virulent mold strain. Do you see the shopkeeper in there?” The Duke stands tall looking about as unusual as Davrich. His red skin and rams horns have always granted him the attention of everyday folks. Dressed in fine clothing costume jewelry strategically worn peeking out from cuffs and neckline, Nate looks and acts the part of a generous benefactor come to see and help in this time of need.
{[Davrich is giant for a hedgehog, but he is still a small creature.]}
Davrich gets impatient the moment he sees Nate looking around. Before he'd even have a chance to see anything Davrich speaks up.
"Well? What do you see? Do you see the doctor?"
(Are Davrich and Duke Hemsworth still out front or did they follow Hadriana around to the back of the shop?)
(Does anyone still need the campaign link?)
I believe we followed.
Duke Hemsworth looks down at Davrich, “Patience my sapient friend, your speech fills with grrrs and squeaks when you are in such a rush. I believe Hadriana has their attention.”
Vil approaches the shop noticing gathered sick and then the three circling around back that appear healthy, opts to approach the three."Hello there. I trust you aren't sick but want to speak with Laurel too?" says a youthful, sandy blond haired human male, dressed in simple robes.
Fully recognizing how suspicious or awkward this seems, he sheepishly offers up, "I'm Vil, by the way."
“Well met Vil. I am Duke Hemsworth, this is Davrich, and Hadriana. It seems the doctor, if that is their profession is in great demand. We I believe are as yet still in good health, and are perhaps seeking a common goal? To see about helping eradicate this terrible affliction.” Nate rather than a handshake offers a slight bow.
The group notices a backdoor to the shop.
"Nice to meet you all." Vil says with a quick head nod to each of the three. "Indeed, if the three of you seek to put an end to whatever this is, I seek the same. I spoke to Sheriff Baleson earlier and he sent me this way."
"He also mentioned the church of Iomedae as possible place to get some clues."
From his stool next to the front door, Tufts looks over the few patrons going about their business. Da had told him that any coughing meant an immediate ejection from the premises. His perusal of the clientele didn't take long. With the Blackscour affecting so many business was slow. He was glad to see none of the customers seemed to have any symptoms.
**This Space for Rent**
(Could you describe what Da looks like?)
"Oh, I'll be fine...I think. Never have been one to get sick much." Hadriana gives a reassuring smile. Just as she spots the backdoor to the shop, Vil appears to join their search for answers. "Welcome, Vil. A church, hm? I didn't think of that. First let's see what Laurel has to say. I hope they haven't run themselves too ragged taking care of everyone else." Hadriana is an average height, twenty-something human woman with long wavy brown hair with a few leaves mixed in, and green eyes. She is dressed in simple brown and green robes. Opening the door (if it's unlocked), she steps inside and looks around.
Going to open the door, you find it locked. A yell from inside calls; "Just leave it; I'll get it when I can!" In a female voice that already sounds tired and run ragged.
"Laurel? It's Hadriana, of the Greenfire Circle! You sent to us for aid?"
You hear hurried footsteps and then the door unlock and open. Before you stands the green clad Laurel. Behind her, a packed shop.
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"Come in; I definitely need the help." She says while running from work table to cauldron to customer and back.
Hadriana heads inside with the others, surprised by Laurel's speed as she seems to do everything herself. The druid moves to mind the cauldron for her and at least save her a step.
"What can you tell us about this illness? I noticed it looks like the sick are coughing up mold spores."
"Its Blackscour for sure. The problem is that I only have what it takes to ease the symptoms, not to cure; and not the time to hunt it down. Look at my grandmother's recipe book for Blackscour; the missing ingredients are there." She says, handling several customers in a row.
If Laurel allows, Nate heads over to the work table and works at a mortar and pestle grinding whatever herbal mix she is set up for. “Happy to lend a hand. Seems demand is rather urgent.” If his presence is causing any alarm or distress he uses a quick thaumaturgy to at least dull his red eyes to a more common brown.
Blackscour, herbalism 17 (knowledge of this plant?)
Hadriana looks around the counter for the recipe book. Upon finding and opening it, she will turn to the entry for Blackscour and read the ingredients aloud for the others.
Nature to see if she knows of the ingredients and where to find them: 14