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[Ptolus/AD&D] IC Thread #3 - Back to the Surface

Started by Benoist, March 18, 2011, 05:21:02 PM

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Lilaxe

As it seems finding someone to turn the halfling monk back to flesh are out of reach at the moment, Smeads will go back to bed and rest.  He will keep an eye out and watch what is going on as best he can.
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Playing: PF
Running: AD&D 1E

Benoist

As Cadfan leads Smeads back to his place to rest in the main room, he can't help but point out: "There are mages around the camps too, for sure, and there is a street here in town where practitioners of the art are rumored to congregate. Whether the Brothers of the Sword are aware of it or not, I'm not sure."

With that, both reach the main room. The Black Monk has left, and along with him, all the Brothers of the Sword but for Udo the healer, who is still looking after Gareth and Rissthil.

Lilaxe

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Playing: PF
Running: AD&D 1E

Benoist

Smeads continues to rest. Angharad is nowhere to be seen. She seems to have left the room. Cadfan goes back behind the counter of the main room and attends to some business there, while Udo watches over Gareth and Rissthil.

Benoist

Gareth spills blood all over his chin. The half-elf can see a large, bald fellow wearing a suit of mail on top of black robes keeping watch over him : "There there now, Gareth. Everything is going to be alright."

The monk turns his head away to call : "Gareth is coming back. He's awake!"

A little further away, Gareth recognizes the windows of stained glass, as well as the dwarf standing by the bar: Cadfan. The Gold Ladder's main room.

"Great gods!" He walks towards you. That's when you realize you are lying on the floor, on what looks like a straw mattress. Rissthil is resting beside you. No trace of the others. No orcs, no hobbit. Just you, the monk, and Cadfan.


Imperator

"Where... am... I? Where's... everyone? Who... are ...you?"
My name is Ramón Nogueras. Running now Vampire: the Masquerade (Giovanni Chronicles IV for just 3 players), and itching to resume my Call of Cthulhu campaign (The Sense of the Sleight-of-Hand Man).

Benoist

"There there, now. You will be alright. I administered what ointments I could before you came to your senses. You have been trashing and turning back and forth quite a bit. You will feel sore for the next few hours at least, but things should improve dramatically after that."

The monk looks at your wounds. "I am Udo. I am one of the Brothers of the Sword. Do you know what that is ?"

Imperator

Quote from: Benoist;485607"There there, now. You will be alright. I administered what ointments I could before you came to your senses. You have been trashing and turning back and forth quite a bit. You will feel sore for the next few hours at least, but things should improve dramatically after that."

The monk looks at your wounds. "I am Udo. I am one of the Brothers of the Sword. Do you know what that is ?"

No, I don't, good brother. ALso, where are my friends and companions? The ones I descended into that pit with?
My name is Ramón Nogueras. Running now Vampire: the Masquerade (Giovanni Chronicles IV for just 3 players), and itching to resume my Call of Cthulhu campaign (The Sense of the Sleight-of-Hand Man).

Benoist

"The Brothers of the Sword keep the peace. We are here to help."

"Rissthil here is next to you. He didn't wake yet. Smeads is upstairs. He felt a little bit better, but he's resting at the moment. The others are still down there. Do you remember anything ?"

Imperator

Quote from: Benoist;485708"The Brothers of the Sword keep the peace. We are here to help."

"Rissthil here is next to you. He didn't wake yet. Smeads is upstairs. He felt a little bit better, but he's resting at the moment. The others are still down there. Do you remember anything ?"

I tell the monk everything I can remember to the best of my ability. Also, I ask him if he can bring Smeads so he can fill me on what happened after I fell in battle.
My name is Ramón Nogueras. Running now Vampire: the Masquerade (Giovanni Chronicles IV for just 3 players), and itching to resume my Call of Cthulhu campaign (The Sense of the Sleight-of-Hand Man).

Benoist

"Smeads has been wounded as well. It will all become much clearer, but I can't just get him off his bed to answer your questions just now. It'll have to wait for a little while."

"I'm guessing we might hear from your friends pretty soon. Do you need anything while we wait?"

The dwarf besides the brother frowns. Gareth has no idea why.

Imperator

Quote from: Benoist;485891"Smeads has been wounded as well. It will all become much clearer, but I can't just get him off his bed to answer your questions just now. It'll have to wait for a little while."

"I'm guessing we might hear from your friends pretty soon. Do you need anything while we wait?"

The dwarf besides the brother frowns. Gareth has no idea why.

"Good brother, could you get me some ale or something to drink? I'n really thirsty." When / if the monk turns to get the ale, I look at the dwarf, questioningly, and gesture him to come near.
My name is Ramón Nogueras. Running now Vampire: the Masquerade (Giovanni Chronicles IV for just 3 players), and itching to resume my Call of Cthulhu campaign (The Sense of the Sleight-of-Hand Man).

Benoist

"Oh yes, that's not a problem." Brother Udo goes to fetch some ale, and the dwarf approaches.

"How do you feel, lad?"

Imperator

Quote from: Benoist;486102"Oh yes, that's not a problem." Brother Udo goes to fetch some ale, and the dwarf approaches.

"How do you feel, lad?"
"I feel better, and I've just had the most amazing... experience? Dream? I can't tell for sure just yet. "

"Can you tell me something about my friends? Where are they? How long have I been out?" Lowering my voice to a whisper now:"Is there something that bothers you? I saw you frown when the monk told me about my friends"
My name is Ramón Nogueras. Running now Vampire: the Masquerade (Giovanni Chronicles IV for just 3 players), and itching to resume my Call of Cthulhu campaign (The Sense of the Sleight-of-Hand Man).

Benoist

#29
"You've been out for some time, lad. I'd say a few hours, at least. Dawn's breaking right now. Smeads woke up but he fell back asleep after he was taken upstairs to rest. Rissthil right here didn't wake yet. The others are still down there. Sounds of battle have been reaching us periodically, so there is definitely somebody still alive that's fighting down that shaft."

When Gareth whispers, he shrugs and just answers : "I'm not really bothered by anything except that monk's answers to you, like he hopes against all hope, he's sure we're going to see everybody safe and sound or something. That kind of religious optimism gets on my nerves. I'd rather get down there to help them hack and slash their way back to the surface, but I'm too old now. I hate getting old... people say it's all about experience and wisdom, you know, but it's just a bunch of horseshit. You forget and you shrink and you ache and you pee in your bed and all that. It's not glorious. Not one minute of it."