Syldgives Daffafle a quick smile, "The pleasure's all mine. Now, I hope you don't mind pastry..." He throws a few parcels on a metal tray, flames spin and dance around the tray and food, gently cooking in rhythm with the movement of his fingers.
He talks while his focus is on the cooking food, its rich smell quickly filling the small hut, "Yeah, I know a thing or two about the arcane. Comes with the vocation. And what's this about Melyne's house? If what happened with her daughter wasn't bringing her down enough..."
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The man takes the blow to the liver, a gritted cry. The Brawler loses his cool and goes for Reckless Attack!
"We were told you may know who owned Lady Melyne's estate before the Worrells? The estate records have been altered, but we believe this information will be essential in our investigation." As she speaks, Daffafle continues her visual inspection of the arcane ingredients, attempting to see if any match the harmful reagents they found in the underground necromatic tunnels, or are dark in general.
(Disadvantage, due to exhaustion) Arcana 9 History: 16
"Oh? Who told you that? Whatever - you were misinformed." He says looking over his shoulder with an eyebrow raised. One hand continues to keep the flame going, while another begins to magically stir a large put of a chunky vegetable stew, steam begins to gently rise from it. "But I'm sure my tutor might know, the Caretaker of the Breezefields. I can show where is on a spare map I have - I'll get it after dinner." A small bird lands on his shoulder as Syld fetches bowls and plates ready to serve.
Your memory of the horrific reagents from the temple remains fresh, and unsurprisingly for a druid, these are like the opposite. Potted planets of pain-numbing effects, restorative buds in a glass jar, pastes that that have a film of green moss growing on it. All of these seem life-saving or giving ingredients
“Caretaker Syld... to change the subject for just a moment, what is it you do here?” Bart says looking around the hut and at all his magic with interest.
Syldpasses a bowl of steaming stew and a fist-sized meat, potato and cheese-stuffed pastry with spoons to the guests before leaning on the side and eating his own; mainly because there were no other furniture to sit on. "The clue's in the title!" He flashes a grin at Bart before continuing, "As you know, this land has been blessed by Melora and Pelor - it's where Silverhill got its name from. Life is brimming here, we and the other caretakers ensure that harmony is kept. Safely remove pests, ensure no unwanted crop grow and such. And at the rate things grow here, it gets pretty hectic. That's the base of it, anyway. Why, seeing anything you like? Looking to join the Caretakers?" The bird on his shoulder chirps before flying off to its nest in the corner of the ceiling.
Bartis very much familiar, growing up around a wealth of knowledge. The story he is referring to is actually history, when the Seed of Black (the group the bandit at the beginning!) was seemingly destroyed, the two heroes called the gods to bathe the lands in their divine light as it was befouled with shadow and necromatic energies. They did, atop the hills and as they did, streams of silvery light flowed down the hills and spread over the land - hence the name Silverhill.
“Necromancy!” Lucky squawks, before turning to preen his feathers. “It has been affected by necromatic powers,” Daffafle scowls at the bird, which fully ignores her. “We believe we can use it to return Lady Melyne’s daughter.”
"Necormancy?! Claudia Melyne's in there?!" A complete look of shock on Syld's face, suddenly turns tight as his eyes narrow and bounce between Daffafleand Bart, "Do I even want to know the context around this?"
"Likely not," Daffafle admits with a slight shrug. "This is why we need to speak with the Caretaker of the Breezefields." She pauses for a moment with a sudden thought. "You mentioned your order, the Caretakers, are sworn to protect the harmony of the land: does that calling apply to destroying the undead?"
"Well, I mean, we wouldn't be good caretakers if we let shambling undead walk around now would we?"Syldgives Daffaflea look before slurps down the rest of his soup. "I'm going send a message to my tutor, and you're going to see her in person in the morning to give her time to think, and show her... whatever that is."
Swiftly Syldopens a draw, retrieves some paper, before knocking it shut again. A gesture of his hand makes a bottle of ink pop open while the other hand takes a quill and begins to scribble a note, as soon as he does this a brown owl swoops in and lands on shoulder waiting for him to finish...
“Thank you,” the halfling nods. “And perhaps it would interest you to know undead have been festering beneath the town in hidden passageways. We found signs of evil rituals, harmful reagents...this has gone unnoticed for many years. We don’t know how widespread the passageways are, but they include the area around the graveyard and Lady Melyne’s estate at the very least.”
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The dwarf is struck but stands. He massages his jaw and spits blood on the floor. "Now we're talkin'." He responds with a battlecry of his own and strikes back at the brawler.
Syldis deft with the wax seal and chucks the letter into the air. The brown owl swoops, grasps the letter in its talons and sails out a window high near the ceiling.
"It's fine, really. This is a cause for concern, but we'll crack this wide open."
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The Buzzcut Brawler swears as he's hit. He sways before spitting blood on the floor. Another hook...
“Thank you for your hospitality and help, Caretaker,” Daffafle nods to him, then moves to follow Bart. “Let’s hope the others stayed out of trouble,” she mutters.
Syld gives Daffafle a quick smile, "The pleasure's all mine. Now, I hope you don't mind pastry..." He throws a few parcels on a metal tray, flames spin and dance around the tray and food, gently cooking in rhythm with the movement of his fingers.
He talks while his focus is on the cooking food, its rich smell quickly filling the small hut, "Yeah, I know a thing or two about the arcane. Comes with the vocation. And what's this about Melyne's house? If what happened with her daughter wasn't bringing her down enough..."
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The man takes the blow to the liver, a gritted cry. The Brawler loses his cool and goes for Reckless Attack!
Attack: 19 Damage: 4
"We were told you may know who owned Lady Melyne's estate before the Worrells? The estate records have been altered, but we believe this information will be essential in our investigation." As she speaks, Daffafle continues her visual inspection of the arcane ingredients, attempting to see if any match the harmful reagents they found in the underground necromatic tunnels, or are dark in general.
(Disadvantage, due to exhaustion) Arcana 9 History: 16
"Oh? Who told you that? Whatever - you were misinformed." He says looking over his shoulder with an eyebrow raised. One hand continues to keep the flame going, while another begins to magically stir a large put of a chunky vegetable stew, steam begins to gently rise from it. "But I'm sure my tutor might know, the Caretaker of the Breezefields. I can show where is on a spare map I have - I'll get it after dinner." A small bird lands on his shoulder as Syld fetches bowls and plates ready to serve.
Your memory of the horrific reagents from the temple remains fresh, and unsurprisingly for a druid, these are like the opposite. Potted planets of pain-numbing effects, restorative buds in a glass jar, pastes that that have a film of green moss growing on it. All of these seem life-saving or giving ingredients
“Caretaker Syld... to change the subject for just a moment, what is it you do here?” Bart says looking around the hut and at all his magic with interest.
Paladin - warforged - orange
Syld passes a bowl of steaming stew and a fist-sized meat, potato and cheese-stuffed pastry with spoons to the guests before leaning on the side and eating his own; mainly because there were no other furniture to sit on. "The clue's in the title!" He flashes a grin at Bart before continuing, "As you know, this land has been blessed by Melora and Pelor - it's where Silverhill got its name from. Life is brimming here, we and the other caretakers ensure that harmony is kept. Safely remove pests, ensure no unwanted crop grow and such. And at the rate things grow here, it gets pretty hectic. That's the base of it, anyway. Why, seeing anything you like? Looking to join the Caretakers?" The bird on his shoulder chirps before flying off to its nest in the corner of the ceiling.
“Would it surprise you to know we found these under Lady Melyne’s house then?” Bart holds out the stone containing the girl
Paladin - warforged - orange
Chewing on some stew with furrowed brow, Syld simply asks, "What... is that? Under her house?"
“Necromancy!” Lucky squawks, before turning to preen his feathers.
“It has been affected by necromatic powers,” Daffafle scowls at the bird, which fully ignores her. “We believe we can use it to return Lady Melyne’s daughter.”
“Careful, there’s a girl inside. I think someone else has been walking around in her body.” Bart says a bit morosely.
Paladin - warforged - orange
"Necormancy?! Claudia Melyne's in there?!" A complete look of shock on Syld's face, suddenly turns tight as his eyes narrow and bounce between Daffafle and Bart, "Do I even want to know the context around this?"
"Likely not," Daffafle admits with a slight shrug. "This is why we need to speak with the Caretaker of the Breezefields." She pauses for a moment with a sudden thought. "You mentioned your order, the Caretakers, are sworn to protect the harmony of the land: does that calling apply to destroying the undead?"
"Well, I mean, we wouldn't be good caretakers if we let shambling undead walk around now would we?" Syld gives Daffafle a look before slurps down the rest of his soup. "I'm going send a message to my tutor, and you're going to see her in person in the morning to give her time to think, and show her... whatever that is."
Swiftly Syld opens a draw, retrieves some paper, before knocking it shut again. A gesture of his hand makes a bottle of ink pop open while the other hand takes a quill and begins to scribble a note, as soon as he does this a brown owl swoops in and lands on shoulder waiting for him to finish...
“Thank you,” the halfling nods. “And perhaps it would interest you to know undead have been festering beneath the town in hidden passageways. We found signs of evil rituals, harmful reagents...this has gone unnoticed for many years. We don’t know how widespread the passageways are, but they include the area around the graveyard and Lady Melyne’s estate at the very least.”
“Thank you Syld. We’ll be staying at the inn, back in town. We could use your help.” Bart stands up to go, looking to see if Daff is ready.
Paladin - warforged - orange
The dwarf is struck but stands. He massages his jaw and spits blood on the floor.
"Now we're talkin'."
He responds with a battlecry of his own and strikes back at the brawler.
Attack: 25 Damage: 5
Syld is deft with the wax seal and chucks the letter into the air. The brown owl swoops, grasps the letter in its talons and sails out a window high near the ceiling.
"It's fine, really. This is a cause for concern, but we'll crack this wide open."
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The Buzzcut Brawler swears as he's hit. He sways before spitting blood on the floor. Another hook...
Attack: 16 Damage: 4
“Thank you for your hospitality and help, Caretaker,” Daffafle nods to him, then moves to follow Bart. “Let’s hope the others stayed out of trouble,” she mutters.
Khazan takes the hit as well as he can manage and tries to grapple again.
If he succedes he'll try to shift into a chokehold.
Athetlic check: 22
Edit:
Choke roll with disadvantage 11
The Buzzcut Brawler goes to deflect the grapple...
Athletics check: 22
Clearly fatigued, he's unable to fight off the dwarven stout arms and is grappled once more...
Upon Khazan unable to get into a more complex hold, The Buzzcut Brawler attempts to break free with a might grunt...
Athletics check: 22
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