The Boar's Head Pub

[VampiricDread]

"So what now?" I exclaimed. The elven lord seemed to be going catatonic, probably due to much of a previous heavy night, his dwarf friend just about the same.

"Allow me some room", I asked the others. I opened both their mouths, and dropped in from a small vial. Then I poured some of the water that was given by the Gardener.

Both of them writhed a bit, but were soon back to reality.

"What's going on?", were the dwarf's first words, going for his axe.

"Calm down", I replied,"you were poisoned. Probably at the Inn."

The Kender looked me up, as monty did, but Drago said:

"Ok, you two. Gives us some answers. How are we supposed to get into that?"

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I wish I had more time to adventure...

[This message has been edited by VampiricDread (edited 08 June 2001).]

[This message has been edited by VampiricDread (edited 08 June 2001).]

[Downunder Tom]

The Kender jumps up and says "with my skills , I will find a way, there's not lock that can't keep me out and no trap that can be set that I can't disarm, so lets stop thinking about and lets get on with it."



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Wth a little help from my frieds , we can make this the best RPG ever.

[Drago]

"It is not mayan. I had it inspected by a few linguists. It is an unknown language not from my home planet. Perhaps the elven lord recognizes it?" Drago replies.


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"My soul to nothingness: but I will strive against all doubtings, and will keep alive..." ~ John Keats's Sleep and Poetry

[VampiricDread]

" I think we all understand your... huh... special skills, Tom. But I'm more worried about the tennants in there," I said.

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I wish I had more time to adventure...

[Drago]

The elven lord replies, "Yes, I recognize that language on your watch. It's mordor."
Drago smiles and thanks the elven lord for helping him.

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"My soul to nothingness: but I will strive against all doubtings, and will keep alive..." ~ John Keats's Sleep and Poetry

[VampiricDread]

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Plot note

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Argh, where are you? You started this, but if you don't give your input soon, we'll surely go on (like Dread's counter poison failing, the Elven lord and the Dwarf getting hauled back to the Inn, and the rest of us going to storm the place, or trekking the long way).

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I wish I had more time to adventure...

[monty]

The elf tried to respond to VampiricDread's question, but he started to cough and pains racked his body.*Cough* "We," *Cough* "Ugh!" He said no more as he doubled over in pain. The dwarf faired little better. His dwarvish constitution obviously helped him escape much of the poison's effects, but he was still not up to fighting.

"we have yet to meet the enemy and already two of us are down!" VampiricDread said, the heat of anger rising the level of his voice.

The groundscreature tended to the elf-lord and dwarf while the rest of the party tried to come up with some way to get inside the manor.

The party examines the manor house for signs of what is going on inside. All they can tell from the small hut's window is that all the entrances are guarded day and night. The guard looked fairly strong, with at least one of them weilding a magical weapon. Downunder Tom saw a humanoid creature fly overhead and land in an open window of the highest tower one night.
Other than that, nothing could be seen. No one had entered or left the manor since they arrived. The party would have to go on a search of the surrounding area in order to find a way in, or try to overwhelm a pair of gaurds and break in quickly.

"What can you tell us of who is inside?" VampiricDread asked the groundscreature.

The groundscreature, mute though he was, managed to convey through hand gestures, scawled sand sigils and reenactments that most of the previous dwellers in the manor had been killed when the new owners took over. Their bodies had been dumped on the front lawn and he had buried them in the Manor's cemetary.

The party got the impression that all sorts of foul creatures had moved into the manor, though the new owner was a large furry being, possibly from the North.

"Perhaps, This person has come from where the tomb is." Drago spoke up.

"Perhaps," the elf-lord whispered. he was still feeling the after-effects of the poison.

Monty had an idea. "Hey, why don't we send Downunder Tom and our host on a reconn mission? See if they can find us a way in? They are the sneakiest pair here."

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[Downunder Tom]

Downunder Tom agreed to having a look around for another way in, lots of these big manors had ways for the lord to get away while the other keeped the enemy busy.

But he says "After what happened, I would rather someone who could warn me could also come. if something was going to happen, nothing against our host of course, He must have been silenced for a reason but he might remember if there is a way in."

[Downunder Tom]

Downunder Tom agreed to having a look around for another way in, lots of these big manors had ways for the lord to get away while the other keeped the enemy busy.

But he says "After what happened, I would rather someone who could warn me could also come. if something was going to happen, nothing against our host of course, He must have been silenced for a reason but he might remember if there is a way in."

[Drago]

"I will go along with you old friend," Drago replied. He went into his backpack to retrieve some necessary materials for reconaissance. He handed off his backpack, cloak, and hat to Monty for safe keeping.


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"My soul to nothingness: but I will strive against all doubtings, and will keep alive..." ~ John Keats's Sleep and Poetry