Heck takes the keys, unlocks the door, and puts his head slightly in. There's nothing for a few seconds. "Me heard dhat ya've been lookin' for me." Heck's eyes and gun reflexively point in the direction the voice came from. It's a moving doll made of straw. "Now child, don't ya go dhinkin' dhat me be riskin' meself just to act spooky. Dhere be a hill Twenty-Five paces behind dhe Armory. If ya still got a mind to meet peacefully, stand on the top of it and me'll come to ya after me sees your mojo." The voice cuts off, and the doll falls over, lifeless.
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Insight on weird sleeping: 21
Outside:"Well now it's good teh see yeh again Hans. I can't imagine anyone wishing the blacksmith ill, but anything yeh noticed 'round 'bout a month ago what might've stood out?"
Inside: Dobbs nods at Heck. "Seems the witchin' hour's about to start friends, anything we should take care out right quick 'afore headin' up the hill?"
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Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
After a quick look over you surmise that Johannes is suffering from caffeine dependency and age. If he wants to stay awake he either needs to stop drinking coffee forever or give into being dependant and drink more. The age part is only going to get worse.
"I'll take a look," Johannes gets up and takes the keys, "I figure you got yourself a date Vith de Vitch." He then tottles into the shop.
"I've seen this before sons, same thing in another priest o' my old church. Feller jus' needs a strong cup o' coffee, unless we're to ter take his leave up yonder hill."
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Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
It doesn't take long to get on top the hill. There is no one visible as you look around and the area is silent. A minute passes.... A second minute passes... "Ya got some weird mojo, friends." A quiet pop and a puff of vapor and the Drow Witch appears beside you, squatting, hands on the ground. She's wearing smaller than normal, but traditional tribal clothes, a shoulder-length light-blue mantle, and a set of voodoo dolls around her waist. She stands up and meets your gaze, "Me name is Latisha, Mambo of dhe J'sinki, what is it dat you be wanna be askin' me?"
"Ha'yiti," she says matter of factly. There's a short pause before a moment of realisation hits her, "Oh!" She tugs at the edges of her mantle, "Ya be meanin' how me be teleportin'. Dhat be dhanks to dhis. Me be gettin' it from a lovely gentleman after me be comin' to Vinland. If me knew how common it was to be givin' gifts here, would have brought some to share. Afraid I don't know much about ya culture, me was never plannin' to leave dhe island until dhe ancestors be tellin' me to come here."
Eugene starts at the sudden appearance of the witch, tipping his hat uneasily. "Well howdy there Latisha, the name's Dobbs. Yeh're askin' us what it is we wanna ask yeh, and I've a mind ter ask yeh summat, but I thought it was you what was summonin' us for questioning." As a preacher, Dobbs has always found it more useful to let folk do the talking and ask the questions, and gleam information from the contents thereof. Just something from his experience hearing confessions.
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Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
"Hmm... well there certainly dhings dhat me wanna be knowin'," she shrugs, "but me not sure ya got dhe answers. However, suppoin' dhat me tell ya me story, it be more likely to figure out what be goin' on here dhen not." Latisha points first at Vito, Heck, and then Eugene,"Ya got dhe Mojo of a weak Guardian Spirit, don't know why. Ya got two Mojo, one strong and one barely dhere. Ya Mojo be lookin' like dhose Corfauxis Orthodox Priests on dhe island, lotta faith and no faith at dhe same time." She contemplates for a moment before continuing, "Me story will take some time, would ya like to hear, or cut to why me takin' an interest in ya?"
"Alright dhen. A Score days ago, me be in meditation to commune widh dhe ancestors. Oh, dhey came sure enough, but dhis is dhe first time dhey ask for somthin' like dhis. Dhey said to me, 'Latisha, dhe spirits of Whiterock are greatly pained, and we have heard their cries. Ya must go to Vinland and journey into dhe West, to dhe Outpost beside dhe Whiterock Mountain. A star soon fall from dhis Mountain, dhis star must be protected or else a great catastrophe befall dhe people and spirits of Westfield. However, dhere be little ya can do. For next when dhen Moon turns full, our influence shall wane and ya be left powerless. Ya will have to flee, as dhe servants of dhe Fiend Princes will seek ya life, but dhere be odhers dhat can help. Ya must do what you can for dhem'." Latisha looks at the nearly full moon,"It not be much longer, and now strangers widh stranger Mojo be here. Ones dhat fought dhis new 'Havala'. Ya fought a Blue Dragon, yes? Dhe Whiterock told me dhat dheir Havala was reborn, but dhat be impossible. Once a Havala dies, its body loses dhe Mojo of a Spirit Guardian forever. Even if dhe creature is resurrected, it would still be gone. Me took a while to look at dhe remains of dhe old Havala in dhe Drunkhouse. Dhe emotions of dhe old Havala is still dhere, and it be filled widh a strange sense of relief, as if it had been lookin' for deadh. Even widh me connection wanin', me hear dhe spirits in pain." A brilliant flash appears at the tip of Whiterock Mountain, what looks like a Meteor streaks across the sky and falls towards the south of the Outpost, straight into the top of a large plateau. The ground shakes slightly from the impact. She returns her gaze towards you, "If any time be right, me figure it be now.... Gonna go dhere, me hope ya will help me."
She hops off the hill and starts jogging towards the plateau that is about a mile away.
((My bad dude, we've been on break from our work, I can't speak for dcatt but I haven't been at my cpu as much))
Dobbs scratches his chin dubiously at...Latisha's...mention of ancestors, but lets the witch tell her tale. "I'm gonna be honest with ya, I have quite a few questions about yer sto--HOLY HELL!" Eugene grabs his hat with surprise at the meteor streaks overhead. "It'll have ter wait fer the journey I suppose, I ain't never seen anythin' like that."As they make their way he turns back to the witch. "What kin yeh tell an old preacher about yer "spirit guardians" an' "fiend princes"?"
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Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
We can talk on the way, fellas. I, for one, would like to know how the hell she knows what she knows, and the only way to do that is to go with her. Meteors, Dragons, elf witches. Curiouser indeed!
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((it was worth a shot, lol))
Heck puts his finger to his lips and draws his gun as he slowly peeks into the store.
Heck takes the keys, unlocks the door, and puts his head slightly in. There's nothing for a few seconds. "Me heard dhat ya've been lookin' for me." Heck's eyes and gun reflexively point in the direction the voice came from. It's a moving doll made of straw. "Now child, don't ya go dhinkin' dhat me be riskin' meself just to act spooky. Dhere be a hill Twenty-Five paces behind dhe Armory. If ya still got a mind to meet peacefully, stand on the top of it and me'll come to ya after me sees your mojo." The voice cuts off, and the doll falls over, lifeless.
Heck looks at his companions. You fellas hear what that doll said?
Insight on weird sleeping: 21
Outside: "Well now it's good teh see yeh again Hans. I can't imagine anyone wishing the blacksmith ill, but anything yeh noticed 'round 'bout a month ago what might've stood out?"
Inside: Dobbs nods at Heck. "Seems the witchin' hour's about to start friends, anything we should take care out right quick 'afore headin' up the hill?"
Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
((Eugene should make either a Medicine or Arcana check to check for that. Each one would check for something different, so if you want to do both...))
((With his insight that it wouldn't in fact be an insight roll, Eugene will roll medicine: 14))
Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
How you feelin, Hans? I poked my head in, nothing jumped out at me as being outta place, but you may wanna take a look for yourself.
Eugene
After a quick look over you surmise that Johannes is suffering from caffeine dependency and age. If he wants to stay awake he either needs to stop drinking coffee forever or give into being dependant and drink more. The age part is only going to get worse.
"I'll take a look," Johannes gets up and takes the keys, "I figure you got yourself a date Vith de Vitch." He then tottles into the shop.
"I've seen this before sons, same thing in another priest o' my old church. Feller jus' needs a strong cup o' coffee, unless we're to ter take his leave up yonder hill."
Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
It doesn't take long to get on top the hill. There is no one visible as you look around and the area is silent. A minute passes.... A second minute passes... "Ya got some weird mojo, friends." A quiet pop and a puff of vapor and the Drow Witch appears beside you, squatting, hands on the ground. She's wearing smaller than normal, but traditional tribal clothes, a shoulder-length light-blue mantle, and a set of voodoo dolls around her waist. She stands up and meets your gaze, "Me name is Latisha, Mambo of dhe J'sinki, what is it dat you be wanna be askin' me?"
Jeepers Creepers, lady! Where’d you come from?
"Ha'yiti," she says matter of factly. There's a short pause before a moment of realisation hits her, "Oh!" She tugs at the edges of her mantle, "Ya be meanin' how me be teleportin'. Dhat be dhanks to dhis. Me be gettin' it from a lovely gentleman after me be comin' to Vinland. If me knew how common it was to be givin' gifts here, would have brought some to share. Afraid I don't know much about ya culture, me was never plannin' to leave dhe island until dhe ancestors be tellin' me to come here."
Eugene starts at the sudden appearance of the witch, tipping his hat uneasily. "Well howdy there Latisha, the name's Dobbs. Yeh're askin' us what it is we wanna ask yeh, and I've a mind ter ask yeh summat, but I thought it was you what was summonin' us for questioning." As a preacher, Dobbs has always found it more useful to let folk do the talking and ask the questions, and gleam information from the contents thereof. Just something from his experience hearing confessions.
Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
"Hmm... well there certainly dhings dhat me wanna be knowin'," she shrugs, "but me not sure ya got dhe answers. However, suppoin' dhat me tell ya me story, it be more likely to figure out what be goin' on here dhen not." Latisha points first at Vito, Heck, and then Eugene, "Ya got dhe Mojo of a weak Guardian Spirit, don't know why. Ya got two Mojo, one strong and one barely dhere. Ya Mojo be lookin' like dhose Corfauxis Orthodox Priests on dhe island, lotta faith and no faith at dhe same time." She contemplates for a moment before continuing, "Me story will take some time, would ya like to hear, or cut to why me takin' an interest in ya?"
Dobbs scratches his chin, turning to the others. "I've got time teh listen ter a story. Go on."
((Just for reference, if we're using the allegory that Orthodox ~ Catholicism, just wanted to note that Eugene is more of a Reformed Baptist))
Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
"Alright dhen. A Score days ago, me be in meditation to commune widh dhe ancestors. Oh, dhey came sure enough, but dhis is dhe first time dhey ask for somthin' like dhis. Dhey said to me, 'Latisha, dhe spirits of Whiterock are greatly pained, and we have heard their cries. Ya must go to Vinland and journey into dhe West, to dhe Outpost beside dhe Whiterock Mountain. A star soon fall from dhis Mountain, dhis star must be protected or else a great catastrophe befall dhe people and spirits of Westfield. However, dhere be little ya can do. For next when dhen Moon turns full, our influence shall wane and ya be left powerless. Ya will have to flee, as dhe servants of dhe Fiend Princes will seek ya life, but dhere be odhers dhat can help. Ya must do what you can for dhem'." Latisha looks at the nearly full moon,"It not be much longer, and now strangers widh stranger Mojo be here. Ones dhat fought dhis new 'Havala'. Ya fought a Blue Dragon, yes? Dhe Whiterock told me dhat dheir Havala was reborn, but dhat be impossible. Once a Havala dies, its body loses dhe Mojo of a Spirit Guardian forever. Even if dhe creature is resurrected, it would still be gone. Me took a while to look at dhe remains of dhe old Havala in dhe Drunkhouse. Dhe emotions of dhe old Havala is still dhere, and it be filled widh a strange sense of relief, as if it had been lookin' for deadh. Even widh me connection wanin', me hear dhe spirits in pain." A brilliant flash appears at the tip of Whiterock Mountain, what looks like a Meteor streaks across the sky and falls towards the south of the Outpost, straight into the top of a large plateau. The ground shakes slightly from the impact. She returns her gaze towards you, "If any time be right, me figure it be now.... Gonna go dhere, me hope ya will help me."
She hops off the hill and starts jogging towards the plateau that is about a mile away.
DM
You catch any of that old snake? Things are getting curiouser.
Heck looks to his compatriots.Shall we? And with a grin he starts jogging off after the strange Drow woman.
(going to wait a bit, for others before continuing. I'm staring to think Dcattarina may be too busy to play)
((My bad dude, we've been on break from our work, I can't speak for dcatt but I haven't been at my cpu as much))
Dobbs scratches his chin dubiously at...Latisha's...mention of ancestors, but lets the witch tell her tale. "I'm gonna be honest with ya, I have quite a few questions about yer sto--HOLY HELL!" Eugene grabs his hat with surprise at the meteor streaks overhead. "It'll have ter wait fer the journey I suppose, I ain't never seen anythin' like that." As they make their way he turns back to the witch. "What kin yeh tell an old preacher about yer "spirit guardians" an' "fiend princes"?"
Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
We can talk on the way, fellas. I, for one, would like to know how the hell she knows what she knows, and the only way to do that is to go with her. Meteors, Dragons, elf witches. Curiouser indeed!