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Hey guys

Midge dug through the papers himself, but can glean no more from the fragments than did Kithran. The diminuitve mage kept a special lookout for any sort of arcane texts, but while a mage such as this surely must have owned a spellbook at the least - if not sundry magical scrolls - he can find nothing of the sort to have survived the fire.

Cedric was not there.

Eventually, the search was given up, and the party returned to the Nicked Shill. The road still reeked from the burnt carcasses of the dead; it was a mistake to glance at the pile of burned bodies, for several of those that belonged to the freshy dead were not only blackened outside, but split open, revealing the pink flesh inside, like some awful parody of sausages left too long to grill. The unnatural mist hung heavy and oppressive over the town.

After eating breakfast very late morning, Cedric will help people clean up the bodies and tend to the wounded physically and mentally. It was a grusome night.

Once at the Inn, Gib and Kith moved to check Davena's room, while Ch'dau inquires of Nya. The priest and rogue found literally nothing of interest; it would appear that whatever belongings that the woman might have had were taken with her, save one lone exception - a piece of lacy smallclothing was apparently kicked under the bed at some point in prior evening. There was no other sign of the woman, however.

If anyone asks Cedric has not seen Davena or her friend since he got up.

Nya herself had little to offer. The woman and her bodyguard arrived a half hour or so before the party did the night before; they rented a room, paid in good Ertainian coin, and the serving wench had no idea when they might have left.

Inquiries around the village likewise prove fruitless. The night was dark, and the horror of having the dead crawl from their graves and attempt to drag the living into their own prove to be far too preoccupying of a topic for anyone to give much care to a pair of travelers intent on keeping to themselves. Neithr villager nor watchman can seem to recall seeing either of the pair during the previous night at any point after the blond woman retired to the room with Arancon.

Soon enough, the weary party finds noon arriving. Regrouping at the Inn, they sit for a meal to rejoin the now rested Cedric.

"What's have you guys been up to this morning? I slept fitfully. Too many images to forget." If anyone tells Cedric of the events of the morning he will reply. "Oh Great Solanis, he was killed? What is going on in this town? We must get to the bottom of it."

If everyone is close lipped then Cedric will relate what he has done since he got up.



Posted on 2018-10-10 at 19:03:17.

breebles
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Curiouser and Curiouser

Kithran left Davena's room as discouraged as she did Athandar's maimed home, the remnants of some small, lacy bit of clothing draped off the tip of one of her daggers. She made her way down the stairs to join the others, using her other dagger as a last ditch effort to check for any insignia or clue as to where this woman came from.

((OOC: assuming she finds nothing of significance))

She holds the scanty piece of clothing out to Arancon, "Oy, bladesinger, we've found you a souvenir. Does this look familiar to you?"

((OOC: regardless of response, if he doesn't take it she'll set it down))

Kith examined her blades, flawless despite their years of experience and blood, and resheathed them at her sides. She then looked up at Ch'dau, the only other being she would fully trust at her side, "And you Ch'dau, did your search find anything more useful?"

In listening to the conversations of her compatriots, it seemed that Gib's and her discovery of the discarded undergarment, and Ch'dau's inquiries of Nya were the closest things to a clue anyone had found here at the inn--and all that had proved was that they probably hadn't all imagined her.

Inquiries around the village likewise prove fruitless. Neither villager nor watchman recall seeing either Davena nor her bodyguard during the previous night at any point after the blond woman had retired to the room with Arancon.

They return to the inn for food and with more questions than when they had left. These two were ghosts. Whoever had ransacked the mage's home was a ghost. No discernable footprints; no markings; no trails or witnesses of any sort. Kithran was a hunter, a stalker. She tracked creatures and she took them down. That was who she was.

And yet amid the chaos, everyone's trail went cold.

And to top it off, no one could tell her anything of a death cult.

Kith welcomed the food as it came as it would hopefully distract from this frustrating puzzle at least for a moment. However she was only two bites in before a thought struck her, "Crandel had not been hit before last night," she said, having been so deep in thought and under such a thick sheen of exaustion that she was unaware if her sudden train of thought had derailed any other conversation, "those pilgrims we met, they had witnessed those undead creatures before, but not here. They had even said, 'the road ahead must be safer than the road behind us'. He was obviously wrong, since they themselves were consumed by these things, but up until then they had been running away from them. We may, then, find more answers if we continue in the direction they came from."

She took another bite of her meal and swallowed hard, "Of course, heading that way will likely mean having to deal with more of those laughers, and everyone in that direction could very well be dead already, but we haven't much else to go on at the moment, have we?"

She looked around at each of her companions, "Thoughts?"



Posted on 2018-10-11 at 01:22:15.
Edited on 2018-10-11 at 01:26:08 by breebles

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Midge was disappointed that the search turned up nothing.  A mage should have had something useful.  Perhaps someone else had already ben here or the mage had another storage area.  Either way it was obvious there was nothing of value here.  He returned to the others to make future plans.



Posted on 2018-10-11 at 20:39:43.

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The way forward

A bit disheartened by the lack of information he’d gotten from Nya in regard to Daveena and Gorn, Ch’dau skulked back to the table around which his companions sat. Heaving a rumbling, somewhat dejected sigh, the Kazari found a place among them just as Kith padded down the steps…

“Oy, bladesinger,” the woman called, holding up a dagger with a rather frilly bit of what humans called smallclothes hanging from its tip, “we’ve found you a souvenir. Does this look familiar to you?”

The Silver Cat chuckled at this, amusement causing his eyes to shine a bit as they flicked back and forth between Arancon and the lacy bits Kith offered over. The roguish girl examined her blades for a moment and, as she made her way to his side, resheathed them.

“And you, Ch’dau,” she queried, looking up at him as she drew to a stop next to him, “did your search find anything more useful?”

The Kazari offered a rueful shake of his shaggy head. “No,” he replied. Then, with a faint gesture to the smallclothes she and Gib had discovered, he continued; “Those are likely more useful than anything I might have learned. According to Nya, Daveena and her man arrived only a short time before the lot of us. They rented a room for which they paid in Ertanian coin but, beyond that, there was little else. No one here saw anything of them after friend Arancon took the woman abed.” With nothing else to offer, he shrugged his massive shoulders and folded his arms across his chest, attentions keen on anything the rest of his companions might have to say…

The foray into the village that followed, likewise, proved as unrewarding as their inquiries at the Shill. Whoever Daveena and Gorn might have been and wherever they may have gone since last night, no one seemed to know; the pair had simply vanished. It was all more than a little frustrating and, by the time they had all reconvened at the Inn, that frustration had gone some way toward souring the Kazari’s mood. The food was a welcome respite, though, especially since Mort had seen fit to provide him with another bloody chunk of beef with his repast, and, despite his irritation, Ch’dau tore hungrily into the meal.

The others, too, ate in relative silence for a moment but, soon enough, a revelation seemed to come across Kithran’s mind and she stopped her chewing in order to speak up. "Crandel had not been hit before last night," she said, drawing Ch’dau’s gaze, "those pilgrims we met, they had witnessed those undead creatures before, but not here. They had even said, 'the road ahead must be safer than the road behind us'. He was obviously wrong, since they themselves were consumed by these things, but up until then they had been running away from them. We may, then, find more answers if we continue in the direction they came from."

Ch’dau nodded his own validation at Kith’s train of thought as she paused to take another bite of her meal. "Of course,” she added, swallowing that latest mouthful, “heading that way will likely mean having to deal with more of those laughers, and everyone in that direction could very well be dead already, but we haven't much else to go on at the moment, have we?" Her eyes probed each face around the table, then. “Thoughts?”

“As wretched as those things are,” the Kazari rumbled, wiping the beef juices from his mouth with the back of a furry hand, “the thought of facing more of them is more appealing than finding more nothing, here. It would seem we have little other choice.”



Posted on 2018-10-12 at 09:30:41.

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"Indeed," Gib settles back on his tailbone and sets his spoon in the remainder of his stew, resting the stem on the edge of the bowl. "I see no reason to believe that we'll find anything further of value here except to possibly visit the local priesthood and cemetery on our way out of Crandel.

"Perhaps we'll find something more amongst the clergy that will help us solve this mystery and relieve these good people of this blight."

Directly ignoring the uncomfortable feeling that the smallclothes brings, Gib turns to Arancon, raises his brow and asks, "What say you, Arancon?"

 



Posted on 2018-10-12 at 15:21:17.

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The common room of the Nicked Shill was unusually quiet. The horrific activities from the previous night seemed to hang on the atmosphere of the Inn like a shroud. Arancon sat quietly at a table, accompanied by Midge, awaiting the return of the rest of the party. Ch'dau returns quickly from his questioning of Nya. With a sigh that communicates his lack of success, the big cat joins them at the table.

No sooner did Ch'dau recline at the table, when Kith and Gib return from upstairs, apparently finished with their search of Davena's room. "Oy, bladesinger!" Kith calls out, "We've found you a souvenir." She holds out a piece of smallclothes on the tip of her dagger and extends it to Arancon. "Does this look familiar to you?" she inquires of the Syl.

Arancon takes the smallclothes from Kithran and gives a wry smile, "Perhaps...little good this does for us though. It brings us no closer to finding her."

Kithran turns her attention to Ch'dau "And you, Ch'dau, did your search find anything more useful?" The Kazari shook his head in response, "No" Pointing to the smallclothes, he continued, "Those are likely more useful than anything I might have learned. According to Nya, Daveena and her man arrived only a short time before the lot of us. They rented a room for which they paid in Ertanian coin but, beyond that, there was little else. No one here saw anything of them after friend Arancon took the woman abed.” 

The foray into the village that followed, likewise, proved as unrewarding as their inquiries at the Shill. Whoever Daveena and Gorn might have been and wherever they may have gone since last night, no one seemed to know; the pair had simply vanished. 

Meeting back at the inn, the party ate a meal in relative silence, until a revelation seemed to come across Kithran’s mind and she stopped her chewing in order to speak up. "Crandel had not been hit before last night. Those pilgrims we met, they had witnessed those undead creatures before, but not here. They had even said, 'the road ahead must be safer than the road behind us'. He was obviously wrong, since they themselves were consumed by these things, but up until then they had been running away from them. We may, then, find more answers if we continue in the direction they came from."

Several heads nodded in agreement with Kith’s observations. She continued with her train of thought "Of course, heading that way will likely mean having to deal with more of those laughers, and everyone in that direction could very well be dead already, but we haven't much else to go on at the moment, have we?" Her eyes probed each face around the table, then. “Thoughts?”

Ch'dau was first to respond, “As wretched as those things are, the thought of facing more of them is more appealing than finding more nothing, here. It would seem we have little other choice.”

"Indeed," Gib adds. "I see no reason to believe that we'll find anything further of value here except to possibly visit the local priesthood and cemetery on our way out of Crandel. Perhaps we'll find something more amongst the clergy that will help us solve this mystery and relieve these good people of this blight." Gib turns to Arancon, raises his brow and asks, "What say you, Arancon?"

Arancon folds his hands in thought, the frustration evident on the face of the usually stoic Syl. After a moment, he looks to the party and responds, "Our course seems clear. I am in agreement with Kithran's thoughts on picking up the trail of the pilgrims, seeing if that might lead to some answers, perhaps making a visit to the local priesthood and cementery before we leave Crandel."



Posted on 2018-10-12 at 16:45:39.

bvberry
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Agreement

"It makes sense to me. I agree that we should follow this to it source." Cedric tells the group. "It is after noon now. Should we head out today or wait until in the morning. It is possible that we will be attacked again tonight. I am not sure of the best approach."

Cedric continues to eat more slowly thinking as he eats.

"If we encounter these creatures after dark it seems that they only are active at night."



Posted on 2018-10-13 at 15:16:09.

t_catt11
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priesthood

Crandal is a small, rural town, of that there is no doubt.  As such, there is no large temple or the like.  There is a small graveyard near a simple wooden church with markings identifying it as belonging to Miellyah. 

Miellyah, goddess of hearth and home, of fertility and growth, is very commonly worshipped - especially among country folk.  As you approach, a middle aged woman in a long, simple white dress greets you. 

"You must be the heroes the town is buzzing about?  I can't imagine that there are two groups with both a cidal wizard AND a cat-man warrior?"  She smiles.  "The Mother's blessings be upon you.  I am Elia.  What can I do for you?"

Elia shakes her head when questioned.  "Death is part of the natural order of things.  Eventually, we all die.  But this.. this is not natural.  I know not of dead rising from the ground, let alone attacking and killing good people.  This is foul, evil magic for sure - something that I have never seen before, and if the Protector is kind, I'll not see again."

Any inspection will reveal only one fresh grave; Elia explains that it belongs to an elderly baker who died in his sleep four days past.  If there is a conection to last night's events, it would seem to be a convoluted one, at best.

It is now slightly past midday, though the mist still hangs heavy, distorting the light and making the world feel dim.



Posted on 2018-10-15 at 14:57:36.

   
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