Northlands Campaign

As you relate your tales, at least those of you that do, a young human female dressed in chain and wearing an emblem of Helm (OOC:  Clerics of Helm are well known as battlefield healers.) walks up to the Sergeant but stops to listen first.  At a break in the conversation, she touches him on the arm, "Ah, Private Ravenhost," he says, turning to face her, "you have word of our remaining captive?"  Looking downcast at his question, she nods, "he passed a bit ago.  I fear that whatever was wrong, was beyond our ability to treat.  If these fine folks are going to investigate the source, I would like to go along.  Perhaps if I see the source, I can prevent or cure others afflicted."

"The ones who tried to kidnap me spoke of a 'One'. They sounded like it was their god or something." Cade tells this cleric of Helm. "Have you ever heard of such a religious organization?"

She looks over at Cade.  "A 'One' you say?  No doesn't ring a bell at all."  She looks thoughtful for a moment then continues, "not even from my parents' patron Deneir."

"A healer would be most welcome. If we leave now it will be long after sun down when we arrive. So how about we go rest and ready any supplies we may need and set out in the morning? I don't know much of anything about a "One" or what any of this means. I do know I took a nasty shot to the head and somebody out there knows why. I want to ask them the reason. Also I don't like the thought of leaving Private Fischer out ther with no support. I won't speak for the rest of you but for me, I'm leaving at first light. What say the rest of you?"

“Yes, a skilled healer would be useful to have.”

"Well there was a lass in the last small farm homestead who also worshiped the same 'one'." Cade mentions. "Can't be all that rare..."

Bartholomew: 

Private Ravenhost looks to Cade, "True enough, cannot be that rare with all the evidence that has piled up so quickly.  But I have never heard the reference before, so either it is a new and emerging power, or something else entirely.  Frankly, I'm not sure which I would prefer."

Cade just nods his agreement. He has done more speaking in the last few days than he would have done in some time before this. He steps back a couple steps and just waits to see what the others are doing.

"This is sounding like it will take more than a short walk in the marsh to figure out. So if no one objects I'd like to make some preparations." 

Barnabus will take his leave to go and gather some needed supplies. He go to wherever he can trade the ox he acquired from the kidnappers for gold or goods.  The goods being replacements for whatever he lost during the abduction. 7 days worth of rations, some rope, bedroll,  a dagger, fire starting kit, and a pack to carry it all. Any difference he will leave with the guard to compensate for lodging.

Barnabus:  The Sergeant motions you over.  "I'll authorize the watch to cover any reasonable amount of supplies you need.  We can either stable the ox, or voucher it for you and find a buyer and hold the coin until you come back, your choice.  Just please find us some answers."  He places a hand on your shoulder as he says this, then nods and turns back to the group, waiting to see their decisions.

Other than the comment about the usefulness of having a healer, Wil had remained silent, listening to everyone’s stories about what brought them here. He looks at the group and wolfishly smiles, “The hunt is on....” and then teasingly at Cade and Barnabus, “Do try to keep up....”

Cade frowns at the teasing remark, unsure why he would not be able to keep up. He shrugs it off as some sort of joke those outside of the Shire do that make no sense whatsoever. "I am ready, shall we go now, or do we wait till the morning?"

(Sorry bout the delay, will be posting soon!)

Bartholomew: 

Bartholomew: 

 Barnabus, Cade, Kina and Wilhorn, and Bartholomew:  The Sergeant, having been listening to the discussion, "Thank you all for your enthusiasm and willingness to help us with this investigation.  I would have to agree with Corporal Ironheel, gather what you think you will need and get some rest.  Feel free to expense any reasonable supplies to the Watch, and if you need a bunk for the night, we have space in the barracks."  Looking apologetically at Kina, "sorry, ma'am, barracks wouldn't really work for you, but I'm sure we can find something comfortable.  If you need me, I'll be in either the tavern, or the barracks."  As he was speaking, the sounds of hoofbeats can be heard approaching.  Looking down the road, five horses can be seen closing rapidly, three of the horses having a pair of riders each.  The horses stop a short distance off and the riders dismount, with the lead rider approaching the Sergeant.  The Sergeant snaps a salute saying, "Welcome Captain!  What brings you here?"  The Captain returns the salute, mutters "at ease," then continues, "a report came in to the capital of some trouble, and we rode to investigate.  Along the way, we happened upon Mr. Gale here," he indicates the aarakocra dismounting one of the horses, "who pointed us to this cretin," pointing to a bound and gagged man, "who keeps mumbling about something called 'The One' and finally led us to this fine gentleman," indicating Fischer as he approaches, "who brought us here."

Bartholomew looks at this crew with a wide smile and says "Hello there fellow travelers, I'm Bartholomew, but you may call me Bart. Fancy to meet you gentlemen...(looks at the centaur and the cleric)  and beautiful ladies (bows deeply to the women). Captain Traskman here has O so wonderfully brought me here because of a certain investigation going on right now... You guys... and ladies (winks at the women) wouldn't happen to know anything about this incestigation now would you?"