Zephyra stands, quickly gathering up some leftover cheese and bread from her plate and rolling it in a cloth to take with her, then gulps down the remains of her ale. She steps aside as the others gather knowing her height of 5'4 won't do her much good and steps up on a chair around the edge of the room to observe and listen to the conversation. investigation8 (Her passive is 12)
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At the sudden arrival of Liam and seeming portents of bad news--and thus opportunity--to come, Thariv palms the coral and gives it a hard squeeze before returning it to his pocket.
@Jynne
It appears to simply be a rough chunk of orange-pink coral, like it broke off of a reef and was not really polished or prettied up. ((OOC: It is Thariv's arcane focus and link to his patron.))
Thariv rises and stands, head cocked, listening to whatever the pub folk have to say about what's happening. Should anything of particular interest catch his ear, he'll try to strike up an individual conversation. Meanwhile, he listens to hear what Liam and others have to say.
Investigation 10 Perception (perhaps to overhear something whispered?) 21
“Seems like quite the eventful village we find ourselves in...” Blossom watches the commotion impassively for a few seconds, before finishing his drink and shutting his eyes to better listen to the babbling.
Zephyra glances away from Thariv as he palms the coral and tucks it away realizing that he must use it for his magic.
She remembers what Ufeza said as he left the table. She would ask him about it when the commotion died down.
She peers down from the chair she stands on at Blossom, sharing a little of his perceived annoyance at the noise, she'd much rather be outside in the peace of the forest. "Indeed,"she whispers to him from her perch. It was quite eventful now. She then remains silent as well but watches the crowd to gather all that she can and listens to what is said.
Thariv rises and stands, head cocked, listening to whatever the pub folk have to say about what's happening. Should anything of particular interest catch his ear, he'll try to strike up an individual conversation. Meanwhile, he listens to hear what Liam and others have to say.
Investigation 11
Thariv hears that the man that just came in is called Akadi, he is cousing to a widow that lives with her son in a shack in the poorer part of the village. He found them today and can't really explain what's going on, but he believes that both of them may already be dead.
“Now seems like an appropriate time for questions. I’ve had quite a few chats with the barkeeper over my last few days here if someone wants to try to get the wet ‘puppy’s’ story.”
Ufeza then stands up and the group around the barkeeper. He says his pardon me’s as he gently pushes his way into the gathered circle of towns folk. He gives the barkeeper a respectful nod.
“Liam, sir, if I may ask...exactly what has happened again? Perhaps I could offer some aid or my services?”
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The inkeeper calms and disperses the crowd, then replies "a woman died last week. It was the trees, they grow out of the ground and find something living and take it over." He grabs his head and continues "the priests tell us they don't know how this happened or where to counter it. She was buried in the graveyard behind Lathander's Temple, but something is growing out of her grave and the priests can't cut it down."
Ufeza blows out a puff of air. He ponders where to begin.
”I have a couple of clarifying questions, if I may. First: when you say the trees find and take over something living, what does that mean? Second: do you know what methods the priests have used? I assume more than any old hatchet they have at hand.”
Zephyra listens to the conversations, growing more confused. What would cause the trees to behave this way? They could start at the woman's grave so that she may be left again at peace. Maybe being closer to the source of the trouble will help her understand more. But the others may not be dead, only suspected? Maybe they can be in time to help. "We should go now, see if we can help them."She whispers urgently to Blossom. "I'll find Akadi." Her eyes search the room quickly for Akadi, then moves to him if she can. "Akadi, the widow and her son, can you show me where they live? They may yet live, I am a healer, maybe I can do something." She looks about for the others Blossom, Ufeza, Thariv, and Luther keeping track of where they are, hopefully they can help too.
Thariv turns to Luther. "It looks like another party is starting to form up to deal with this nasty business,"he says. "Different town, different threat, but same idea. You up for it again?"
Assuming so, Thariv approaches Zephyra. "I agree, we need to find things out first hand and the sooner the better. Mind if we join you?"
Luther nods at Thariv and grins, teeth protruding from his lower jaw "Yes, I think a good balance of skills is going to be an advantage. And we already know that I'm a decent backup healer, sleepy boy" he winks at the last comment, hoping it comes across as the barracks humour that he is trying to convey. Thariv seemed brimming with confidence despite his close call back in Selpt, but the archer had been around enough veterans to know the cracks of a traumatic experience could take time to show - and manifest in strange ways.
He falls in line behind Thariv as the (sailor? seems insufficient for his skills) speaks to Zephyra. The guy always seemed to know the right thing to do, and wasn't showing any signs of cracking anytime soon.
Thariv smirks at Luther's comment. "So long as I'm not sleeping on the bottom of the sea..."he says with a smile, though his voice trails off and his eyes look a little glazed for a moment. He shakes his head as if clearing it before going to talk to the others.
Ufeza blows out a puff of air. He ponders where to begin.
”I have a couple of clarifying questions, if I may. First: when you say the trees find and take over something living, what does that mean? Second: do you know what methods the priests have used? I assume more than any old hatchet they have at hand.”
Liam looks at Ufeza "something is angering the trees, some of them spring their roots into some people, but I don't know why." The man is clearly distressed, but continues "a hatchet was indeed their first option, you can go ask them directly if you want, the temple is just two buildings over that way." He finishes pointing north.
Zephyra listens to the conversations, growing more confused. What would cause the trees to behave this way? They could start at the woman's grave so that she may be left again at peace. Maybe being closer to the source of the trouble will help her understand more. But the others may not be dead, only suspected? Maybe they can be in time to help. "We should go now, see if we can help them."She whispers urgently to Blossom. "I'll find Akadi." Her eyes search the room quickly for Akadi, then moves to him if she can. "Akadi, the widow and her son, can you show me where they live? They may yet live, I am a healer, maybe I can do something." She looks about for the others Blossom, Ufeza, Thariv, and Luther keeping track of where they are, hopefully they can help too.
"They live on the other end of the village, almost inside the forest" the young man replies, still shivering "she's my oldest cousin, never gets in trouble with no one."
Ufeza places his hand on his chest and gives a small and courteous bow. With somber node he says, "Liam, sir, I thank you. I believe a few of us are gathering to look into these matters. Heavans be willing, maybe we will find something. If not...well...may Milil favor this in with the beauty of song and verse."
Turning, he surveys the scene of the inn and spots the others he had spoken with, Blossom at the table, the others around the townsperson who came in. Weaving his way through the crowd, he approaches Zephyra as Luther and Thariv offer to accompany her. "I would like to come, too, if you'll have me. Zephyra here can attest that I have some tricks up my sleeve, and Liam, the innkeeper, gave me an interesting lead on what's happening in the graveyard," He says, then adds quietly, "It sounds like the trees are impaling people, too, maybe more. Might I suggest we try to enlist the big one's services? We may need all the muscle we can get. This whole situation makes my hackles rise. When we're ready to head out, I'll just needs a quick trip up to my room for some things then I'll be good to go."
His slate gray and black mottled fur is raised around his neck and face as he speaks, his ears flatter against his head than they were. He gestures with a motion of head and eyes towards Blossom as he makes a reference to the big one.
Zephyra nods to the others,"Yes, all of you! We must hurry, grab what's left of the food on the table, it might be some time before we feast again. Blossom, come with us, please? You look like the sort that could hold his own in a fight. These people need us." She calls urgently to Blossom at the end, but will pause only a second before heading out the door, hoping he will follow with the others. "To his cousin's first I think?" Hoping this meets with approval of the others, she heads in the direction given by Akadi.
Nodding, Ufeza scurries to his room. Unlocking the door, he steps in and begins gathering his things. Over the years on the road he had developed a bit of an odd travelling set-up. You truly never knew when strangers on the road would beg you for a song or try to take your head, so he had figured out how to have many things to easy to hand.
He puts on his backpack designed to sit flat and close to his body with his bedroll still wrapped and bound tightly on the side. In the case they wouldn't be able to return to the inn right away, he wanted to be prepared.
He then cinches a thick leather belt around his waist. On the left hangs a sheathed steel rapier, with a frayed black cloth-wrapped handle and a steel scrollwork hand and pommel guard. Well polished and oiled, but battered and clearly second-hand. Next to the rapier a silver flute sits in a stiff but flexible holder that was tied to the rapier's sheath with a forest green cord to keep them from clattering around too much. On the right side sat two things: a hand drum was clipped onto the belt towards the front, dried hide pulled tight over a dark wood frame. On the actual side of his hip was a leather-wrapped wooden case full of crossbow bolts.
Hefting his crossbow, he thought for a moment before unfolding the arms and clicking them into place. He then slings it over his back where it rests on the outside of his pack. He takes a moment to pull his medal of Milin from where it rests under his shirt, a small copper coin pressed with her image held around her neck with a wound copper cord. Giving it a quick kiss and saying a quick prayer, he leaves behind his lute and some costumes he had considered using for performances, locks the door behind him, and hurries back to the common room.
Ufeza's appearance is now...lumpy. It makes him look more like a vagrant than bard, but it's practical for him. He grabs his black hat, brim folded up on the right side with a five to six inch black and gray feather stuck in behind the folded brim. He quickly follows Zephyr outside as she leaves, calling out, "Liam, I will settle my tab at a later time!"
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Thariv silently falls in with the group as it forms up and heads out. He looks to the sky as he goes outside, hopeful that a storm is still raging, or at least that another one is brewing.
"To the cousin's house then,"he says. As they move through the town, he scans the alleyways and rooftops, alert that most anything could happen in this disturbed and somewhat disturbing village.
Blossom watches as the flurry of activity around him coalesces into a group of adventure-minded people. He assumed they'd done this sort of thing before, and he knew it was best to stick with people who knew what they were doing, especially while travelling in unfamiliar lands. Especially while trees were apparently killing people....
He hears himself referred to, and grumbles to his feet, grabbing his small bag and stooping as he exits the building. Falling into line with the rest, he muses aloud. "They pay people for doing this sort of thing, right?"
Ufeza chuckles at Blossom's comment as they follow Zephyr's lead through the village. "I can't promise you that, but I can promise that if we do some good things for the people here I'm sure we can find our way to a free hot meal and some ale."
"Better than a kick in the face..." Blossom's shadow casts a significant shadow over the group as they walk and his low, gravelly voice carrying over them. "You can all handle yourselves, right?"
Ufeza smirks, then quickens his stride to pull ahead of Blossom. He reaches a finger to the copper cording, touching it gently, and channeling a small amount of magical energy into it, casting Message. He then says to Blossom, through the magic of the cantrip, "I've got some tricks up my sleeve."
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Zephyra stands, quickly gathering up some leftover cheese and bread from her plate and rolling it in a cloth to take with her, then gulps down the remains of her ale. She steps aside as the others gather knowing her height of 5'4 won't do her much good and steps up on a chair around the edge of the room to observe and listen to the conversation. investigation 8 (Her passive is 12)
Luther tucks into the excellent food while his new colleagues gather intel.
At the sudden arrival of Liam and seeming portents of bad news--and thus opportunity--to come, Thariv palms the coral and gives it a hard squeeze before returning it to his pocket.
@Jynne
It appears to simply be a rough chunk of orange-pink coral, like it broke off of a reef and was not really polished or prettied up. ((OOC: It is Thariv's arcane focus and link to his patron.))
Thariv rises and stands, head cocked, listening to whatever the pub folk have to say about what's happening. Should anything of particular interest catch his ear, he'll try to strike up an individual conversation. Meanwhile, he listens to hear what Liam and others have to say.
Investigation 10
Perception (perhaps to overhear something whispered?) 21
“Seems like quite the eventful village we find ourselves in...” Blossom watches the commotion impassively for a few seconds, before finishing his drink and shutting his eyes to better listen to the babbling.
Zephyra glances away from Thariv as he palms the coral and tucks it away realizing that he must use it for his magic.
She remembers what Ufeza said as he left the table. She would ask him about it when the commotion died down.
She peers down from the chair she stands on at Blossom, sharing a little of his perceived annoyance at the noise, she'd much rather be outside in the peace of the forest. "Indeed," she whispers to him from her perch. It was quite eventful now. She then remains silent as well but watches the crowd to gather all that she can and listens to what is said.
OOC: Liam is the inkeeper.
Thariv hears that the man that just came in is called Akadi, he is cousing to a widow that lives with her son in a shack in the poorer part of the village. He found them today and can't really explain what's going on, but he believes that both of them may already be dead.
The inkeeper calms and disperses the crowd, then replies "a woman died last week. It was the trees, they grow out of the ground and find something living and take it over." He grabs his head and continues "the priests tell us they don't know how this happened or where to counter it. She was buried in the graveyard behind Lathander's Temple, but something is growing out of her grave and the priests can't cut it down."
Ufeza blows out a puff of air. He ponders where to begin.
”I have a couple of clarifying questions, if I may. First: when you say the trees find and take over something living, what does that mean? Second: do you know what methods the priests have used? I assume more than any old hatchet they have at hand.”
Zephyra listens to the conversations, growing more confused. What would cause the trees to behave this way? They could start at the woman's grave so that she may be left again at peace. Maybe being closer to the source of the trouble will help her understand more. But the others may not be dead, only suspected? Maybe they can be in time to help. "We should go now, see if we can help them." She whispers urgently to Blossom. "I'll find Akadi." Her eyes search the room quickly for Akadi, then moves to him if she can. "Akadi, the widow and her son, can you show me where they live? They may yet live, I am a healer, maybe I can do something." She looks about for the others Blossom, Ufeza, Thariv, and Luther keeping track of where they are, hopefully they can help too.
Thariv turns to Luther. "It looks like another party is starting to form up to deal with this nasty business," he says. "Different town, different threat, but same idea. You up for it again?"
Assuming so, Thariv approaches Zephyra. "I agree, we need to find things out first hand and the sooner the better. Mind if we join you?"
Luther nods at Thariv and grins, teeth protruding from his lower jaw "Yes, I think a good balance of skills is going to be an advantage. And we already know that I'm a decent backup healer, sleepy boy" he winks at the last comment, hoping it comes across as the barracks humour that he is trying to convey. Thariv seemed brimming with confidence despite his close call back in Selpt, but the archer had been around enough veterans to know the cracks of a traumatic experience could take time to show - and manifest in strange ways.
He falls in line behind Thariv as the (sailor? seems insufficient for his skills) speaks to Zephyra. The guy always seemed to know the right thing to do, and wasn't showing any signs of cracking anytime soon.
Thariv smirks at Luther's comment. "So long as I'm not sleeping on the bottom of the sea..." he says with a smile, though his voice trails off and his eyes look a little glazed for a moment. He shakes his head as if clearing it before going to talk to the others.
Liam looks at Ufeza "something is angering the trees, some of them spring their roots into some people, but I don't know why." The man is clearly distressed, but continues "a hatchet was indeed their first option, you can go ask them directly if you want, the temple is just two buildings over that way." He finishes pointing north.
"They live on the other end of the village, almost inside the forest" the young man replies, still shivering "she's my oldest cousin, never gets in trouble with no one."
Ufeza places his hand on his chest and gives a small and courteous bow. With somber node he says, "Liam, sir, I thank you. I believe a few of us are gathering to look into these matters. Heavans be willing, maybe we will find something. If not...well...may Milil favor this in with the beauty of song and verse."
Turning, he surveys the scene of the inn and spots the others he had spoken with, Blossom at the table, the others around the townsperson who came in. Weaving his way through the crowd, he approaches Zephyra as Luther and Thariv offer to accompany her. "I would like to come, too, if you'll have me. Zephyra here can attest that I have some tricks up my sleeve, and Liam, the innkeeper, gave me an interesting lead on what's happening in the graveyard," He says, then adds quietly, "It sounds like the trees are impaling people, too, maybe more. Might I suggest we try to enlist the big one's services? We may need all the muscle we can get. This whole situation makes my hackles rise. When we're ready to head out, I'll just needs a quick trip up to my room for some things then I'll be good to go."
His slate gray and black mottled fur is raised around his neck and face as he speaks, his ears flatter against his head than they were. He gestures with a motion of head and eyes towards Blossom as he makes a reference to the big one.
Zephyra nods to the others, "Yes, all of you! We must hurry, grab what's left of the food on the table, it might be some time before we feast again. Blossom, come with us, please? You look like the sort that could hold his own in a fight. These people need us." She calls urgently to Blossom at the end, but will pause only a second before heading out the door, hoping he will follow with the others. "To his cousin's first I think?" Hoping this meets with approval of the others, she heads in the direction given by Akadi.
Nodding, Ufeza scurries to his room. Unlocking the door, he steps in and begins gathering his things. Over the years on the road he had developed a bit of an odd travelling set-up. You truly never knew when strangers on the road would beg you for a song or try to take your head, so he had figured out how to have many things to easy to hand.
He puts on his backpack designed to sit flat and close to his body with his bedroll still wrapped and bound tightly on the side. In the case they wouldn't be able to return to the inn right away, he wanted to be prepared.
He then cinches a thick leather belt around his waist. On the left hangs a sheathed steel rapier, with a frayed black cloth-wrapped handle and a steel scrollwork hand and pommel guard. Well polished and oiled, but battered and clearly second-hand. Next to the rapier a silver flute sits in a stiff but flexible holder that was tied to the rapier's sheath with a forest green cord to keep them from clattering around too much. On the right side sat two things: a hand drum was clipped onto the belt towards the front, dried hide pulled tight over a dark wood frame. On the actual side of his hip was a leather-wrapped wooden case full of crossbow bolts.
Hefting his crossbow, he thought for a moment before unfolding the arms and clicking them into place. He then slings it over his back where it rests on the outside of his pack. He takes a moment to pull his medal of Milin from where it rests under his shirt, a small copper coin pressed with her image held around her neck with a wound copper cord. Giving it a quick kiss and saying a quick prayer, he leaves behind his lute and some costumes he had considered using for performances, locks the door behind him, and hurries back to the common room.
Ufeza's appearance is now...lumpy. It makes him look more like a vagrant than bard, but it's practical for him. He grabs his black hat, brim folded up on the right side with a five to six inch black and gray feather stuck in behind the folded brim. He quickly follows Zephyr outside as she leaves, calling out, "Liam, I will settle my tab at a later time!"
Thariv silently falls in with the group as it forms up and heads out. He looks to the sky as he goes outside, hopeful that a storm is still raging, or at least that another one is brewing.
"To the cousin's house then," he says. As they move through the town, he scans the alleyways and rooftops, alert that most anything could happen in this disturbed and somewhat disturbing village.
Perception 14
Blossom watches as the flurry of activity around him coalesces into a group of adventure-minded people. He assumed they'd done this sort of thing before, and he knew it was best to stick with people who knew what they were doing, especially while travelling in unfamiliar lands. Especially while trees were apparently killing people....
He hears himself referred to, and grumbles to his feet, grabbing his small bag and stooping as he exits the building. Falling into line with the rest, he muses aloud. "They pay people for doing this sort of thing, right?"
Ufeza chuckles at Blossom's comment as they follow Zephyr's lead through the village. "I can't promise you that, but I can promise that if we do some good things for the people here I'm sure we can find our way to a free hot meal and some ale."
"Better than a kick in the face..." Blossom's shadow casts a significant shadow over the group as they walk and his low, gravelly voice carrying over them. "You can all handle yourselves, right?"
Ufeza smirks, then quickens his stride to pull ahead of Blossom. He reaches a finger to the copper cording, touching it gently, and channeling a small amount of magical energy into it, casting Message. He then says to Blossom, through the magic of the cantrip, "I've got some tricks up my sleeve."