The adventure begins in Palebank Village, with all of you drawn immediately into the drama of death in an isolated settlement. Snow gently falls from the sky and wind bites your cheeks as you stand in the graveyard of Palebank Village, a fishing outpost of Uthodurn that is home to several hundred dwarves and elves. The sun is low in the sky, sinking behind the fresh grave of Urgon Wenth, an old dwarf who caught a curse or disease that turned him into an ice statue. The folk of the village have gathered to pay their final respects to Urgon’s frozen remains.
A gruff voice speaks softly from behind you. “Thank you for attending Urgon’s service.” You turn and meet the gaze of Elro Aldataur, a weathered elf, retired ranger, and the leader of the village. “I’m sorry to speak of dark tidings under such circumstances, but I believe that Palebank Village might be in danger, and I’m hoping you can help us.”
Lavis remembers how Urgon was the first person to befriend her when she came to this village running from her debts. She asks Erlo "Does this trouble have anything to do with Urgon?"
Apathy sits in the back, arms crossed. She didn't particularly care for the funeral, but something told her she should probably be here for... something. She snapped to attention when she noticed the Elf enter her range of sight. This could be interesting.
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He/Him. I am the DM, you are the player. You make the mistakes and I decide the consequences. Now, with that being said - Are you SURE you want to cast Fireball?
At the elf's mention of 'danger', Vivith suppresses the urge to roll her eyes. "What is it this time?" she wonders sarcastically, even as she knows full well she will end up doing whatever it is she can to help. Especially if it involves the village's dearly departed dwarf-sicle. Whatever turned him to ice is unlike anything she's ever encountered before, and she'd love the chance to examine the frozen corpse more closely.
Lavis remembers how Urgon was the first person to befriend her when she came to this village running from her debts. She asks Erlo "Does this trouble have anything to do with Urgon?"
“Yes, actually. I believe he died of a magical curse. While I have no experience with any mystical arts, I was hoping any of you had experience and could tell me what this little town is dealing with.”
Avery almost immediately lost interest. Magic wasn't really her thing, but she kept listening.
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Lavis answers "I don't know how much help I can be, but I'll try. Urgon was a good man, it's the least I can do to find out what killed him and put a stop to it."
Lavis answers "I don't know how much help I can be, but I'll try. Urgon was a good man, it's the least I can do to find out what killed him and put a stop to it."
”Thank you, I hope you have good luck in your quest. I am worried it could spread so I would take extra measures in not catching this magic disease.”
He leaves you alone to go eat with friends or something. The task is clear, go find the cause of the magical disease before it spreads and kills the rest of the town.
You notice it is getting late and start making your way to the inn, thanks to your friendship with Elro, you gain free admission to the inn as long as you look for the disease. You climbed into bed after a long day of attending Urgon’s funeral and drift off to sleep.
Do any of you have any questions about the village of Palebank? (Talk in OOC)
((OOC: How contagious is the disease, and if it's contagious how long do we have?))
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Kitsune stood at the edge of the gathered crowd, her pale grey eyes, framed by raven-black hair that cascaded around her alabaster skin, fixed on the frozen form of Urgon Wenth. Her small frame, barely four feet nine inches tall and weighing a mere eighty pounds, gave her the appearance of a young, dorky, analytical teenager. Her brow was furrowed in concentration, and she tilted her head slightly, as if trying to perceive something beyond the obvious. "Fascinating" she murmured, her voice barely audible above the gentle snowfall. "The crystalline structure...it's unlike anything I've encountered. The crystal formations are... non-Euclidean. The rapid solidification, the preservation of the subject's form...unusual."
As Elro Aldataur spoke of danger, Kitsune's attention snapped to him, her gaze sharp and intense. "Danger?" she echoed, her voice laced with a mixture of curiosity and concern. "What is the nature of this threat? And has anyone attempted to analyze the composition of the ice? I would be interested in obtaining a sample for further study. Also, were there any unusual foot prints near the body, or signs of a struggle?" She then immediately trails off to the frozen Urgon-cicle, inspecting the frozen body more closely.
After spending a good 5 minutes, circling the frozen body, she finally looks up and realizes that the gathered crowd of adventurers is slowly making their way to the local inn. Quickly, stowing her notebook and pencil, she hustles after the group, almost tripping over a grave stone as she attempts to read her notes while walking. Rather than spending the night lazing away, she instead chooses to stay awake, meditating in the inn's bar, and updating her extensive notes with additional observations.
Before heading off to the inn for the night, Vivith spends a few moments studying Urgon's icy corpse from what she hopes is a safe distance. In her previous life, as a temple healer, she'd seen all kinds of common maladies, but never anything so exotic as this. Still, she hopes her past experience might yield some helpful clues as to what may have caused Urgon's fatal condition, whether it really is contagious, and how it might be treated if another one of the townsfolk were to become infected, or cursed, or . . . whatever.
(OOC) Question about the town. what shops, places of intrest and such are there? What do they do for work or fun etc.
*There’s a small tavern called the Whispering Goat, a small market, and a blacksmith. Kids play a form of Tag, there aren’t a lot of jobs and/or people in town.*
Before heading off to the inn for the night, Vivith spends a few moments studying Urgon's icy corpse from what she hopes is a safe distance. In her previous life, as a temple healer, she'd seen all kinds of common maladies, but never anything so exotic as this. Still, she hopes her past experience might yield some helpful clues as to what may have caused Urgon's fatal condition, whether it really is contagious, and how it might be treated if another one of the townsfolk were to become infected, or cursed, or . . . whatever.
Medicine (Wisdom) 23
It’s an infection that appears to have originated from another plane of existence. You can’t quite tell what it is though.
((OOC: How contagious is the disease, and if it's contagious how long do we have?))
Symptoms appear 1 day after catching it, death is more likely in those with some kind of handicap. But the death rate is 1-5 in normal bipedal folks. The death rate is 3-5 among the handicap community.
Kitsune's pale grey eyes widened, her gaze snapping up from her notebook. "Another plane of existence?!" she exclaimed, her voice laced with intense curiosity. "Wow. That is most...disturbing!"
Avery counts the number of people present and bite her lip. "Looks like at least one of us is going to die..." she murmurs to herself.
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He/Him. I am the DM, you are the player. You make the mistakes and I decide the consequences. Now, with that being said - Are you SURE you want to cast Fireball?
Kitsune, seated at a rough-hewn table in the inn's common room, her eyes eagerly scanning her meticulously scribbled notes, paused as she overheard Avery's murmured comment. "One of us?" she asked, her voice sharp with concern whilst pushing her nerdy glasses back up her nose. Continuing, while reading from her collected notes, "Symptoms in a day, death likely. High risk...we need swift action. We must discern how this sickness spreads. Observe the villagers, gather samples from the surroundings. By air? By water? By touch? We must discover the truth!"
...
As dawn finally arrived, and her fellow adventurers began to gather in the common room, Kitsune meekly stood upon her chair, her small frame barely reaching eye level with the rest of the group. "Good morrow, fellow adventurers!" she announced, her voice slightly more excited than intended. "I trust you all rested well? We face a most perplexing mystery...has anyone suggestions as to where we might begin our inquiries? Perhaps a meal at the Whispering Goat, which I noted on our arrival? It would provide sustenance and an opportunity to...glean information from the locals regarding the <cough> recent fatalities."
Avery sighed dramatically, her feet kicked up.on the table. "What's the damn point? We're all gonna die anyways." While a meal DID sound good right about now, Avery didn't really feel the same about sharing on with basically a bunch of strangers. If they reacted how she thought they would, she'd stay. If they didn't, well, who knows.
He/Him. I am the DM, you are the player. You make the mistakes and I decide the consequences. Now, with that being said - Are you SURE you want to cast Fireball?
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Bram leans over the grave and whispers something
then walks over to the group, nods (so as to not inturrupt) and listens
Apathy sits in the back, arms crossed. She didn't particularly care for the funeral, but something told her she should probably be here for... something. She snapped to attention when she noticed the Elf enter her range of sight. This could be interesting.
He/Him. I am the DM, you are the player. You make the mistakes and I decide the consequences. Now, with that being said - Are you SURE you want to cast Fireball?
At the elf's mention of 'danger', Vivith suppresses the urge to roll her eyes. "What is it this time?" she wonders sarcastically, even as she knows full well she will end up doing whatever it is she can to help. Especially if it involves the village's dearly departed dwarf-sicle. Whatever turned him to ice is unlike anything she's ever encountered before, and she'd love the chance to examine the frozen corpse more closely.
Harold didn't know Urgon well but is willing to help the village against whoever did this thing to him.
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"real life is a super high CR."
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"............anybody got any potatoes? We could drop a potato in each hole an' see which ones get viciously mauled by horrible monsters?"
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Avery almost immediately lost interest. Magic wasn't really her thing, but she kept listening.
He/Him. I am the DM, you are the player. You make the mistakes and I decide the consequences. Now, with that being said - Are you SURE you want to cast Fireball?
Lavis answers "I don't know how much help I can be, but I'll try. Urgon was a good man, it's the least I can do to find out what killed him and put a stop to it."
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OOC: Do we have any clue where to go or where to look?
"Sooner or later, your Players are going to smash your railroad into a sandbox."
-Vedexent
"real life is a super high CR."
-OboeLauren
"............anybody got any potatoes? We could drop a potato in each hole an' see which ones get viciously mauled by horrible monsters?"
-Ilyara Thundertale
(OOC) Question about the town. what shops, places of intrest and such are there? What do they do for work or fun etc.
((OOC: How contagious is the disease, and if it's contagious how long do we have?))
He/Him. I am the DM, you are the player. You make the mistakes and I decide the consequences. Now, with that being said - Are you SURE you want to cast Fireball?
Kitsune stood at the edge of the gathered crowd, her pale grey eyes, framed by raven-black hair that cascaded around her alabaster skin, fixed on the frozen form of Urgon Wenth. Her small frame, barely four feet nine inches tall and weighing a mere eighty pounds, gave her the appearance of a young, dorky, analytical teenager. Her brow was furrowed in concentration, and she tilted her head slightly, as if trying to perceive something beyond the obvious. "Fascinating" she murmured, her voice barely audible above the gentle snowfall. "The crystalline structure...it's unlike anything I've encountered. The crystal formations are... non-Euclidean. The rapid solidification, the preservation of the subject's form...unusual."
As Elro Aldataur spoke of danger, Kitsune's attention snapped to him, her gaze sharp and intense. "Danger?" she echoed, her voice laced with a mixture of curiosity and concern. "What is the nature of this threat? And has anyone attempted to analyze the composition of the ice? I would be interested in obtaining a sample for further study. Also, were there any unusual foot prints near the body, or signs of a struggle?" She then immediately trails off to the frozen Urgon-cicle, inspecting the frozen body more closely.
After spending a good 5 minutes, circling the frozen body, she finally looks up and realizes that the gathered crowd of adventurers is slowly making their way to the local inn. Quickly, stowing her notebook and pencil, she hustles after the group, almost tripping over a grave stone as she attempts to read her notes while walking. Rather than spending the night lazing away, she instead chooses to stay awake, meditating in the inn's bar, and updating her extensive notes with additional observations.
OOC: How well do we know Elro? Can he be trusted?
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Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
Before heading off to the inn for the night, Vivith spends a few moments studying Urgon's icy corpse from what she hopes is a safe distance. In her previous life, as a temple healer, she'd seen all kinds of common maladies, but never anything so exotic as this. Still, she hopes her past experience might yield some helpful clues as to what may have caused Urgon's fatal condition, whether it really is contagious, and how it might be treated if another one of the townsfolk were to become infected, or cursed, or . . . whatever.
Medicine (Wisdom) 23
*There’s a small tavern called the Whispering Goat, a small market, and a blacksmith. Kids play a form of Tag, there aren’t a lot of jobs and/or people in town.*
*Yes, he is the town elder. He means no harm.*
It’s an infection that appears to have originated from another plane of existence. You can’t quite tell what it is though.
Symptoms appear 1 day after catching it, death is more likely in those with some kind of handicap. But the death rate is 1-5 in normal bipedal folks. The death rate is 3-5 among the handicap community.
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Kitsune's pale grey eyes widened, her gaze snapping up from her notebook. "Another plane of existence?!" she exclaimed, her voice laced with intense curiosity. "Wow. That is most...disturbing!"
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
Avery counts the number of people present and bite her lip. "Looks like at least one of us is going to die..." she murmurs to herself.
He/Him. I am the DM, you are the player. You make the mistakes and I decide the consequences. Now, with that being said - Are you SURE you want to cast Fireball?
Kitsune, seated at a rough-hewn table in the inn's common room, her eyes eagerly scanning her meticulously scribbled notes, paused as she overheard Avery's murmured comment. "One of us?" she asked, her voice sharp with concern whilst pushing her nerdy glasses back up her nose. Continuing, while reading from her collected notes, "Symptoms in a day, death likely. High risk...we need swift action. We must discern how this sickness spreads. Observe the villagers, gather samples from the surroundings. By air? By water? By touch? We must discover the truth!"
...
As dawn finally arrived, and her fellow adventurers began to gather in the common room, Kitsune meekly stood upon her chair, her small frame barely reaching eye level with the rest of the group. "Good morrow, fellow adventurers!" she announced, her voice slightly more excited than intended. "I trust you all rested well? We face a most perplexing mystery...has anyone suggestions as to where we might begin our inquiries? Perhaps a meal at the Whispering Goat, which I noted on our arrival? It would provide sustenance and an opportunity to...glean information from the locals regarding the <cough> recent fatalities."
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
Avery sighed dramatically, her feet kicked up.on the table. "What's the damn point? We're all gonna die anyways." While a meal DID sound good right about now, Avery didn't really feel the same about sharing on with basically a bunch of strangers. If they reacted how she thought they would, she'd stay. If they didn't, well, who knows.
He/Him. I am the DM, you are the player. You make the mistakes and I decide the consequences. Now, with that being said - Are you SURE you want to cast Fireball?