Vadania says, "The Magician seemed to be someone moving from town to town. Perhaps asking the king would be for the best. It would also mean we can escort Garil to Izgo safely."
Vadania thinks for a bit ant then turns to Olgha. "Zorre... wasn't the magician supposed to meet someone there? It seems we have three different locations to check, one is north towards Zord, the other is Zorre to the south and finally Igzo." Vadania thinks for a bit before asking, "How far away is Zorre from here?"
Vadania thinks for a bit ant then turns to Olgha. "Zorre... wasn't the magician supposed to meet someone there? It seems we have three different locations to check, one is north towards Zord, the other is Zorre to the south and finally Igzo." Vadania thinks for a bit before asking, "How far away is Zorre from here?"
"Only a few days from here, and the river that runs through it has ferries that can take you to the capital."
Vadania inquires with the others, "Perhaps this might be a good course of action? Investigating Zorre and then taking a boat to Igzo so we can safely leave Garil there without having to worry about him falling prey to vampires."
Vadania thinks for a bit ant then turns to Olgha. "Zorre... wasn't the magician supposed to meet someone there? It seems we have three different locations to check, one is north towards Zord, the other is Zorre to the south and finally Igzo." Vadania thinks for a bit before asking, "How far away is Zorre from here?"
Olgha lingers just inside the temple’s threshold, discomfort shadowing her features for the briefest moment before she smothers it beneath her usual iron composure. She meets Vadania’s eyes, her expression cool and level, then gives a short, measured nod to show she’s heard and understood the inquiry about Zorre and the note. "Zorre is our best lead. The sooner we’re back on the road, the less time our enemies have to prepare."
Olgha’s eyes sweep the sanctuary, one more time, then fix on the old woman with the glasses at the door. She steps forward, and speaks with a voice that brooks no delay: "Can you tell us more about curses, relics, or anyone new passing through on the way to Zorre? Any information is better than none."
Vannithos nods as well. "To Zorre, then Igzo. Once we've gathered information there and dropped off Garil, we can return to Zord if it seems necessary." He looks to Antoine. "Do you offer Holy Water here? We'll certainly be facing more vampires along the way."
Vadania thinks for a bit ant then turns to Olgha. "Zorre... wasn't the magician supposed to meet someone there? It seems we have three different locations to check, one is north towards Zord, the other is Zorre to the south and finally Igzo." Vadania thinks for a bit before asking, "How far away is Zorre from here?"
Olgha lingers just inside the temple’s threshold, discomfort shadowing her features for the briefest moment before she smothers it beneath her usual iron composure. She meets Vadania’s eyes, her expression cool and level, then gives a short, measured nod to show she’s heard and understood the inquiry about Zorre and the note. "Zorre is our best lead. The sooner we’re back on the road, the less time our enemies have to prepare."
Olgha’s eyes sweep the sanctuary, one more time, then fix on the old woman with the glasses at the door. She steps forward, and speaks with a voice that brooks no delay: "Can you tell us more about curses, relics, or anyone new passing through on the way to Zorre? Any information is better than none."
"Well, it's a travel hub mostly, seeing as its connected to Igzo via river. Lots of people coming and going, but nobody ever staying. I figure it leads to lots of shady business, seeing as there's so many ways to get out."
"As for relics, I want you to take this." He hands you a small box and a key. "It's got a spell of protection against evil, and should keep you safe from any harm the amulet might do. The key is mostly to keep it closed, and most blacksmiths could easily pick it if you lost the key."
Vannithos nods as well. "To Zorre, then Igzo. Once we've gathered information there and dropped off Garil, we can return to Zord if it seems necessary." He looks to Antoine. "Do you offer Holy Water here? We'll certainly be facing more vampires along the way."
"Ah yes, of course. Ranee, do you mind getting these people a bottle?" The old lady walks off, and returns holding a small vial of holy water. "Here you go dearies."
Vannithos takes the holy water with a small nod of thanks. After thinking for a moment, he steps over and holds out the vial to Garil. "In case of emergency," he murmurs, thinking it wise to give the boy some way to defend himself since he hardly seems like a fighter. He then brings the wrapped necklace over to put in the protective box. "Thank you, Antoine, Ranee. My people are somewhat resistant to such forces, but the possible effects it might have on others were concerning."
Vannithos takes the holy water with a small nod of thanks. After thinking for a moment, he steps over and holds out the vial to Garil. "In case of emergency," he murmurs, thinking it wise to give the boy some way to defend himself since he hardly seems like a fighter. He then brings the wrapped necklace over to put in the protective box. "Thank you, Antoine, Ranee. My people are somewhat resistant to such forces, but the possible effects it might have on others were concerning."
"Oh, okay. Um, thank you." He holds it for a second, a bit uncertain about what to do with it, before putting it in his pocket.
(Is there anything more anybody wants to do in Dhog? If not, I am ready to take you all to Zorre, if that is the plan you choose to stick with.)
Olgha receives the amulet from Vannithos, her gloved hand closing around the protective box with practiced ease. With a firm click, Olgha turns the key, locking the box tight. She turns it over once, as if testing its weight, then slips it securely into her pack. Her golden eyes catch the light of the temple’s torches, glinting with a knowing certainty.
Without flourish, she states, “I’ll keep the amulet. If there’s more danger in its shadow, I’ll bear it.”
Vannithos takes the holy water with a small nod of thanks. After thinking for a moment, he steps over and holds out the vial to Garil. "In case of emergency," he murmurs, thinking it wise to give the boy some way to defend himself since he hardly seems like a fighter. He then brings the wrapped necklace over to put in the protective box. "Thank you, Antoine, Ranee. My people are somewhat resistant to such forces, but the possible effects it might have on others were concerning."
"Oh, okay. Um, thank you." He holds it for a second, a bit uncertain about what to do with it, before putting it in his pocket.
(Is there anything more anybody wants to do in Dhog? If not, I am ready to take you all to Zorre, if that is the plan you choose to stick with.)
Vannithos takes the holy water with a small nod of thanks. After thinking for a moment, he steps over and holds out the vial to Garil. "In case of emergency," he murmurs, thinking it wise to give the boy some way to defend himself since he hardly seems like a fighter. He then brings the wrapped necklace over to put in the protective box. "Thank you, Antoine, Ranee. My people are somewhat resistant to such forces, but the possible effects it might have on others were concerning."
"Oh, okay. Um, thank you." He holds it for a second, a bit uncertain about what to do with it, before putting it in his pocket.
(Is there anything more anybody wants to do in Dhog? If not, I am ready to take you all to Zorre, if that is the plan you choose to stick with.)
"Ah, one more thing before you go." He pulls out a small pouch of gold from his desk. "Here. This should cover the cost of a wagon to take you to Zorre. I wish you well on your journey. And a blessing before you depart. In nomine Sana, salus et protectio." You each gain 5 temporary HP that lasts until it is depleted. You say your farewells, and head off.
Once on the road, Garil falls asleep almost immediately; not surprising considering the day he's had so far. About an hour into your trip, you see a man standing on the side of the road. He is quite tall, and dressed in all black. A hat with an exceptionally wide brim covers his face, and trench coat he wears makes it hard to determine anything else about him. The horses come to a stop 20 ft away from the man out of fear, and refuse to go any further.
"Ah. I see you've finally made it." His voice is harsh and gravelly. He tilts his head up, allowing you to see his face. He appears to be an elf, but something about him strikes you the wrong way. Perhaps it's the way his mouth doesn't seem to quite match what he's saying. Maybe it's how you hear him speak directly in your skull. Whatever it is, he does not seem to be of this world. "So. Which one of you is Grabador?"
Vadania says, "The Magician seemed to be someone moving from town to town. Perhaps asking the king would be for the best. It would also mean we can escort Garil to Izgo safely."
"Failing that, I have one last idea. Garil, before you leave us, what town did he do his show in last?"
He believes this ight be useful for tracing where the necklace came from, if we're dealing with cultists.
"We were in some place called Zord I think." You'd heard of Zord before. It was a town north of Dhog, and at least a week's journey away.
Vadania thinks for a bit ant then turns to Olgha. "Zorre... wasn't the magician supposed to meet someone there? It seems we have three different locations to check, one is north towards Zord, the other is Zorre to the south and finally Igzo." Vadania thinks for a bit before asking, "How far away is Zorre from here?"
"Only a few days from here, and the river that runs through it has ferries that can take you to the capital."
Vadania inquires with the others, "Perhaps this might be a good course of action? Investigating Zorre and then taking a boat to Igzo so we can safely leave Garil there without having to worry about him falling prey to vampires."
Olgha lingers just inside the temple’s threshold, discomfort shadowing her features for the briefest moment before she smothers it beneath her usual iron composure. She meets Vadania’s eyes, her expression cool and level, then gives a short, measured nod to show she’s heard and understood the inquiry about Zorre and the note. "Zorre is our best lead. The sooner we’re back on the road, the less time our enemies have to prepare."
Olgha’s eyes sweep the sanctuary, one more time, then fix on the old woman with the glasses at the door. She steps forward, and speaks with a voice that brooks no delay:
"Can you tell us more about curses, relics, or anyone new passing through on the way to Zorre? Any information is better than none."
Vannithos nods as well. "To Zorre, then Igzo. Once we've gathered information there and dropped off Garil, we can return to Zord if it seems necessary." He looks to Antoine. "Do you offer Holy Water here? We'll certainly be facing more vampires along the way."
"Well, it's a travel hub mostly, seeing as its connected to Igzo via river. Lots of people coming and going, but nobody ever staying. I figure it leads to lots of shady business, seeing as there's so many ways to get out."
"As for relics, I want you to take this." He hands you a small box and a key. "It's got a spell of protection against evil, and should keep you safe from any harm the amulet might do. The key is mostly to keep it closed, and most blacksmiths could easily pick it if you lost the key."
"Ah yes, of course. Ranee, do you mind getting these people a bottle?" The old lady walks off, and returns holding a small vial of holy water. "Here you go dearies."
Vannithos takes the holy water with a small nod of thanks. After thinking for a moment, he steps over and holds out the vial to Garil. "In case of emergency," he murmurs, thinking it wise to give the boy some way to defend himself since he hardly seems like a fighter. He then brings the wrapped necklace over to put in the protective box. "Thank you, Antoine, Ranee. My people are somewhat resistant to such forces, but the possible effects it might have on others were concerning."
"Oh, okay. Um, thank you." He holds it for a second, a bit uncertain about what to do with it, before putting it in his pocket.
(Is there anything more anybody wants to do in Dhog? If not, I am ready to take you all to Zorre, if that is the plan you choose to stick with.)
Olgha receives the amulet from Vannithos, her gloved hand closing around the protective box with practiced ease. With a firm click, Olgha turns the key, locking the box tight. She turns it over once, as if testing its weight, then slips it securely into her pack. Her golden eyes catch the light of the temple’s torches, glinting with a knowing certainty.
Without flourish, she states, “I’ll keep the amulet. If there’s more danger in its shadow, I’ll bear it.”
Vadania has nothing she needs doing in Dhog.
Neither does Olgha.
Neither does Olgha.
Vannithos is done here too.
Engelheart is all set
Vorin nods to the group. “A-hunting we shall go.”
He’s all set.
"Ah, one more thing before you go." He pulls out a small pouch of gold from his desk. "Here. This should cover the cost of a wagon to take you to Zorre. I wish you well on your journey. And a blessing before you depart. In nomine Sana, salus et protectio." You each gain 5 temporary HP that lasts until it is depleted. You say your farewells, and head off.
Once on the road, Garil falls asleep almost immediately; not surprising considering the day he's had so far. About an hour into your trip, you see a man standing on the side of the road. He is quite tall, and dressed in all black. A hat with an exceptionally wide brim covers his face, and trench coat he wears makes it hard to determine anything else about him. The horses come to a stop 20 ft away from the man out of fear, and refuse to go any further.
"Ah. I see you've finally made it." His voice is harsh and gravelly. He tilts his head up, allowing you to see his face. He appears to be an elf, but something about him strikes you the wrong way. Perhaps it's the way his mouth doesn't seem to quite match what he's saying. Maybe it's how you hear him speak directly in your skull. Whatever it is, he does not seem to be of this world. "So. Which one of you is Grabador?"
((If we were traveling for one hour, does that constitute a Short Rest?))
Yes, that would be a short rest