canada ♔ you might make it boy but by the skin of your teeth

[adamantiumed]

WHO || Logan, Grimrot, Miles, Nels, Abigail  [Closed]
WHAT || The Knights head to a secluded village to help put an end to a dangerous disease
WHERE ||Falcon's Hollow, Canada and Darkmoon Vale
WHEN || April 21st [back dated]
HOW || Actionspam. Single thread, don't worry about maintaining tagging order.

Perched at the edge of any civilized lands, the small lumber town of Falcon's Hollow has always had to rely on itself to solve its  problems.  Now the hacking coughs of the sick are heard throughout the town.  The plague has come to the Hollow, and the town is ill equipped to stop it on its own, particularly given its resistance to magic.

That's where the Knights come in, sent to assist a local herbalist in putting together enough supplies to mass produce a cure.

Comments

[adamantiumed]

Go for it. [ lmao socializing. not his forte. ]

[lurings]

[ abigail looks between the rest of them, eyes settling on miles because he scares her the least, and lifts her eyebrows like I CHOOSE YOU PIKACHU. also let's go. because look at her not waiting for anyone else and setting off to knock on, literally, the first door she comes to. ]

[cuivre]

[Oh he's been picked to help with this part? He seems to accept this easily enough as he walks after her. Time to ask door to door hooray!]

[adamantiumed]

[ gather info checks children ]

[lurings]

[ 19! she tugs off one of her gloves so the knock won't be muffled and absently tucks her hair back into her pony tail, fidgety with some errant nerves. this feels more like a first mission than andres did. ]

[zwy_il]

[Not that he's not a team player... but how two seems like plenty to knock on a door. Nels will hang back by Logan.]

Whenever I see a place like this, it makes me feel like the Drow got at least one thing right, with the whole... underground thing.

[Totally bundled up. Fuck snow.]

[grimrot]

[Grimrot isn't scary. :( At least, she tries really hard not to be. That being said, she's... huge and has fangs and blue skin and okay maybe she's a little scary. She's happy to hang back for the sake of not scaring people who's she's certain would like her just fine if they got to know her. It just... might take more than the few seconds that they'll probably spend at the door.

She's also bundled up. Though her ancestors were from cold places, she was raised in the dessert, and this much snow is fascinating, but not exactly something she enjoys.]

I can't imagine never seeing the sun.

[adamantiumed]

[ logan pulls out a cigar, since he assumes this is gonna take awhile, and what better way to stay warm, really. ] Give me wide open spaces any day. [ bro this is where he's from.

the door is opened cautiously by a woman who looks to be middle aged, but has golden hair shot through with pink streaks, in a messy mop top. the medieval looking dress she wears makes it clear that she's likely a Shadow World immigrant, and she's heavier set, peering suspiciously at them with striking magenta eyes.

"Can I help you?" ]

[lurings]

[ abigail's eyes widen slightly at the sight, but it's cearly from some sort of delighted teenage fascination. cool hair! in any case, a kind smile slides across her face as she curls her hands around the straps of her backpack. ]

Hi. I'm Abigail. this is Miles, we were just wondering if you would be able to give us some directions? [ diplomacy 23 or gather information 26.

[cuivre]

We're looking for someone.

[He's here to assist with his gather info 21/diplomacy 19.]

[adamantiumed]

[ "Out of towners," she says, sounding surprised, but she nods slightly. "It's a small town. Shouldn't be hard to find whatever you're looking for." ]

[lurings]

She runs Roots and Remedies.

[adamantiumed]

[ "Shouldn't be hard to find. There's a line in front of her shop." she frowns a bit. "I wish there was more I could do. But people here barely trust clerics, and my magic hasn't done much for those who do." ]

[lurings]

[ line, got it, she files that away, but it's the rest of it that catches her interest. ] Why don't they trust clerics?

[adamantiumed]

[ "Look around. It's a small backwoods town here, and most of the experiences these people have had with magic comes from what was dumped next to them in Darkmoon Vale. They distrust almost anything from the Shadow World." ]

[lurings]

[ her hand lifts reflexively to touch her ear, disguising the motion as tucking hair back again. abigail is wary of magic, but she is pretty much solace's number one fan. she's also a pragmatic survivalist and isn't going to say no to something that will keep her alive, even if it's magic. ]

Do they not know the herbs she's using are also from the Shadow World?

[adamantiumed]

[ she shakes her head. "Those who do still don't see it as threatening. For some reason herbalism is something they feel they can wrap their heads around: magic's a bridge too far." ]

[cuivre]

It's more controllable.

[They can grow it, collect it, cultivate it. Magic seems more wild and unexplainable. It made sense in his head.]

Thank you for your help.

[lurings]

Thanks.

[ abigail nods, offering a small smile before she turns to leave, glancing over at miles. ]

If we just head into town then?

[ they should be able to find the woman, that is. after they collect the others. ]

[adamantiumed]

[ the woman laughs lightly. "Sweetie, you are in the town. It's just a few blocks across from one end to the other." ]

[lurings]

[ abigail's smile finally touches on something more genuine. ] I grew up in Minnesota, I'm used to it.

[ and she will just wave the rest of them over. HEY YOU GUYYYYYYS. ]

[zwy_il]

[Nels will stride over.]

Shouldn't be too hard to find this old crone, by the sound of it. [His Drow ears heard everything, with a 27 Listen check.]

[adamantiumed]

[ yeah he can hear the people well before they see them. following the noise, they head around the corner on foot now. creeping ivy and window boxes cover the facade of the rugged-looking two-story shop bearing the faded sign "roots and remedies". a line of twenty-some somber townsfolk - some with pale, wheezing children, others seeming to be precipitously near tears - stretches from the open door. logan takes one look at the line and frowns, moving to head for the door and skip it, unless anyone stops him. ]

[grimrot]

Oh dear. [Grimrot looks at all the sad people, but she can't think of a single reason why they shouldn't follow Logan (wis 9) especially since he's Mission Leader, and if Wynn trusts him to make the right choices, so does she. She gives tight-lipped smiles to the town-folk, trying not to let her fangs show too much, though there's nothing she can do about her blue skin.]

[theminotaur]

[ abigail tries to ignore the townspeople because they're on a Very Serious and Obviously Time Sensitive Mission® to help said townspeople, but one of the wheezing children sucks her in and she unwinds her scarf, crouching in front of the child and holding it out. ] Breathe through this, the warm air will make it hurt less.