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Post by Kaber on Dec 17, 2008 23:57:41 GMT -5
The people look about at the sound of the pipes and children have been tailing you since you were first spotted. You two are a curious sight to many of the onlookers but there are a few shop keepers or helpers who glare at you and spit in the opposite direction. These have a hardened look about them, most likely adventurers in their youths who've had enouph of blood and treachery.
The tune brings a small gathering and some applause. A few flowers are tossed in your direction by a halfling maid or two and one adventurous youth brings out a fiff to accompany your music, though the racket dies in giggles as the band of children tackel him to the ground.
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Post by jkb2grizzly on Dec 18, 2008 8:20:18 GMT -5
Tarren heads to the nearest vender and inquires about the merchandise:
"Good day, gentlefolk, I am Tarren, Half-Elf. You have a fine selection of wares here. Are they all local items or are any imported? Do you have many suppliers from out of town?"
Diplomacy: [dice=20] + 7 = 20
Gather Info: [dice=20] + 10 = 12 [rand=6075758012847328767442731360722293468946241770947567457530118111]
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Post by Dmitri on Dec 18, 2008 21:27:01 GMT -5
Don't worry, my good man.. er, elf... er, whatever. I won't cause you any trouble. I try to keep out of trouble, unless the trouble is worth the risk. These seem like decent people, so don't fear for them.
Garrett follows along behind Tarren and just seems to keep him company. He also admires the wares in the market, but is clearly not intending to buy anything.
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Post by Kaber on Dec 21, 2008 11:17:13 GMT -5
Tarren heads to the nearest vender and inquires about the merchandise: "Good day, gentlefolk, I am Tarren, Half-Elf. You have a fine selection of wares here. Are they all local items or are any imported? Do you have many suppliers from out of town?" Diplomacy: + 7 = 20 Gather Info: + 10 = 12 The Halfling looks up at you and smiles, weathered lines on her face betraying the years of hard work. "Why thankya kind sir, we do most o da work hera an not much else. Oh, every so an again we'll buy from a passin merchant or peddler but cha know most evrythin here is made er grown here at home.She smiles as she talks, rearanging varous fruits,squashes and such. There are wind chimes that hang abover her, solid hardwood furnishings behind her and in the stall next to her hang cooking wares, sharpening stones an assortment of knives and daggers as well as rabbits in cages, decorative animal pelts and wolf skin pelts.
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Post by jkb2grizzly on Dec 26, 2008 10:17:24 GMT -5
Tarren tests the fruit, picks a one or two, taps it, squeezes it, shakes it, then replaces it.
"I see, not many come here. What have you heard about an illness in Orge's-something-or-other? You know, the next village over or so?" Tarren asks the stand owner.
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[dice=20] + 10 = 16[rand=26599965034895648570118549693143211773193808978217143076080102665]
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Post by Dmitri on Dec 26, 2008 11:15:53 GMT -5
Garrett is staying slightly behind and to the left of Tarren, letting the bard work his magic.
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Post by Kaber on Dec 29, 2008 15:03:53 GMT -5
The halfling merchant scowles at your manhandeling of the fruit and picks up the one you just set down, moving it to a new resting place amidst the assortment if for no other reason than to keep it out of easy reach.
"Oh, yae mean tho witch? So I been tol' it be a witch that lives n th' swamp an has cast a curse down on Ogre Fen. Non dare enter fer fear O' the fever but I hear no' even magic can heal the folk there." Her voice now a whisper as though the spirits would hear. She spat then set herself right again.
"course they's just be stories I hear an a kettle with holes won hold no water but tha's jus what I hear."
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Post by Dmitri on Jan 2, 2009 8:34:04 GMT -5
Garrett looks at the halfling quizzically, unsure of exactly what his expression meant. He chuckles to himslef, thinking, "I'm gonna have to remember that one." He directs himself to the halfling with the fruit.
Stories of witches and the like, I am sure that they hold no fear for one so clever and reasonable as yerself. But my friend and I, we are collecters of little tidbits like this, tales from all around. Maybe you could tell us why this 'witch' has been doing this? Just for the sake of helping us tell the story later? My pal here is a talespinner like none you have ever seen - stop by the pub tonite, and you can see for yourself!"
[dice=20] + 2 for any charisma skill, not sure what I need to roll if anything
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Post by Kaber on Jan 3, 2009 4:06:30 GMT -5
The halfing shakes her head. "Why else do witches do what witches do if only cause they can? Som' sayn she doin it fer tha souls an others cause she angry. Who know? Can't know fer certain anyways since non O' faith have bothered ta travel tha way. Not worth tha kings time an tha churchs round here got no interest. If a fever come then it be tha will O' the gods an healin won' help if you've no coin to pay yer tribute" The woman spat over her shoulder as if to punctuate the last words.
"course I seen et before, a lil' village as such fallen ill an briggands set in with some protection or nother. They'll be killin tha sick and taken what er' they can fore runnin back to they'r holes. Cours they killn tha sick and rapen tha women and it like wolves kullen the herd, ya ken? Nature has er way."
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Post by jkb2grizzly on Jan 4, 2009 19:49:30 GMT -5
Tarren seems slightly nervious or anxious. He thanks the stand keeper. He turns to Garrett, nods away from the market slightly back the way they came, and strolls away from the market.
"I think I'm going to check out the Herbalist next, then the Curious Goods fellow, and lastly chat up the mayor or whatever title he or she assumes," he said not overly worried if anyone overheards but not shouting either.
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Post by Dmitri on Jan 5, 2009 11:11:44 GMT -5
Well, my good fellow - I wish you well. I look forward to hearing you perform this evening, but I feel the call of the inn again, and I could use a few extra coins. The innkeeper said something about helping in the kitchen for pay, so I am off.
Garrett says this with warmth, and then turns and heads back towards the inn by the most direct route. When he arrives, he will ask about washing dishes or whatnot, and get started if he is able to - all of this assuming nothing happens between here and there.
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Post by jkb2grizzly on Jan 8, 2009 12:49:35 GMT -5
Tarren bids Garrett goodbye for now and proceeds to Farlella's Herb Shop. He stoops and goes inside and looks for Farlella.
"Excuse me, hello," he calls. "I have need of a mild sediative. Something that will let me sleep in peace. Something that will remain a sleep agent in solid or liquid state."
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Post by Kaber on Jan 10, 2009 2:13:44 GMT -5
Farlella's Herb shop is a small and cozy little place with barely room to move. Displays nest round log support pillars, against walls, hanging from rafters and every corner is packed with herbs, Jellies, Jams, Aromatic therapies, quilted pillows, quilts, scented soaps, sweet sticks, pollan and honey cures, teas and tea items and the list goes on. The heavy but not unpleasant scent of mint, orange blossom and chamomile waft through the air and you immediatly feel the tension slip away from you.
Farlella is a plump, kindly little halfling who would remind you of your grandmother if it weren't for the hair on her feet and her short stature.
She greets you kindly, asking you polite questions about your origins and how you came to be here. She seems delighted when you tell her that you are playing at the inn and only laughs if you speak to her of witches and fevers and such. She tells you that there's no such thing as witches. She hands you the items you request and says to you.
"Now dear, that'll be 3 gold. May I ask you a question? Do you fear the fever in Ogres Fen or the rumors of the witch?"
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Post by jkb2grizzly on Jan 10, 2009 9:48:02 GMT -5
Tarren looks away at the question posed by Farlella, and inhales slowly. He looks back and answers.
"I-I-I don-don't FEAR the sickness!"
He steps away from the Herbalist, turns, and raises the pouch of whatever she gave him back to her.
"I don't have any gold. And the silver I have would not cover the cost of this. Perhaps I could play something for you in exchange?" He asks showing her his pan pipes.
Diplomacy: [dice=20] + 7 = 20[rand=6276245532078951703791351787641865461588197836012627397107902399]
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Post by Kaber on Jan 11, 2009 15:41:49 GMT -5
The woman smiles, motioning for you to take the items.
"I do have a way you could repay me" she says and retreives a ceramic jar from a cuboard behind her. " I have made a lemon and honey tonic containing some other ingredients. I know the witch the people speak of. It is from her I have learned much of my skills in herbal affairs. Though I was but a child when I met her and learned from her only a season I do not believe she is responsible for the fever. If she is, then there is good reason.
I ask only that you find her, and give her this tonic. She was old then and no doubt frail now and I fear for her safety should the towns people decide to seek her out.
The only ward I can offer agains the fever is to take a balm of misquito toxin and to not drink the water. Stay well away from those who are sick. Use swamp mud to coat misquito bites and swamp snake venom should be ingested at the first sign of illness. Will you do this for me?"
She asks, her eyes pleading.
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