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

[grimrot]

[Grimrot goes after Abigail, frowning at her back as they walk.] People can't simply attract near death experiences. It would have to simply be bad luck, poor choices, or some sort of combination.

[theminotaur]

[ dryly: ] Yes. It was my poor choice that my dad tried to murder me. And that while I was comatose from his efforts another serial killer tried to make me a planter for his mushrooms. And also that a serial killer kept me captive in his basement for three months after leaving enough blood evidence to convince the rest of the world that I was dead.

[cuivre]

[JFC]

Well...that got dark in a hurry.

[Tact.]

[grimrot]

Indeed. I did suggest bad luck as an explanation as well.

[adamantiumed]

[ i'm gonna assume from all this that miles is in the back, so he gets to make a perception check ] What kind of world did you come from, exactly?

[theminotaur]

It was like this one. Minus the magic. [ she doesn't say normal because she's surrounded by people who aren't, but that's pm what she means. ]

[cuivre]

You've got to be the most unlucky person ever.

[As he watches their backs like a fucking hawk (spot nat 20, listen 16).]

[adamantiumed]

[ a giant mosquito is hovering in the air right behind miles, looking for an appetizing place to attach itself to him :') ]

Sounds like she's lucky to have gotten out of there, at least.

[cuivre]

The fuck-?

[He swats at that shit because of course he does (atk 29, dmg 9).]

[adamantiumed]

[ his hand connects, and sends the thing buzzing away angrily into the trees. logan looks back at the outburst, raising a woolly eyebrow. ] Now what?

[cuivre]

Giant ass mosquitos.

[His nose scrunches briefly.]

Apparently it thought I'd make a good dinner.

[I can't wait for it to bring back all its friends. :|]

[adamantiumed]

Just keep an eye out. Frickin' Jurassic Park out here. [ they keep pushing on without being further molested by mosquitoes, at least. sitting squat at the foot of an imposing mountain, a ruined monastery comes into view between ancient gnarled trees. made of simple stone blocks, worn smooth with the passage of time, the stout building is falling apart. sections of the slanted shale roof have crumbled. weeds and wild thorn plants run rampant across the field leading up to the place, leaving only the slightest indication of a path that ends at the ruined front doors. beyond, an overgrown yard sits in shadow.

the old path that leads up to the ruins stops about 50 feet from the monastery, passing between a pair of stone statues. while one of them is little more than rubble, the other is relatively intact. the five-foot-tall statue is incredibly worn, but it can still be made out as a dwarf holding aloft a great stone hammer. moss and creeper vines cover most of its surface. a few lone razorcrows sit atop the tower and caw down at them as they approach. ]

[theminotaur]

[ abigail keeps both her eyes out, drawing one of her knives and keeping it drawn as they move forward. (spot 21) when the reach the ruins, she glances up. ]

It's like Thor's particularly stout brother.

[adamantiumed]

[ abigail would notice that the vines have grown over an inscription on the base of the statue. ] Come on. Not the kinda place we wanna get stuck in at night.

[theminotaur]

[ just gonna clear the vines so she can read the inscription. but not out loud because she's sheltered and stunted, but she's seen charmed. ]

[adamantiumed]

[ it says "All Praise, [this part defaced]" ]

[theminotaur]

Hey, do dwarves worship some kind of ...blacksmithing god? I think that's this guy. [ seems legit to her. ]

[adamantiumed]

Good for him. [ logan currs so many currs. but anyone else who wants can make a knowledge theology or history check. ]

[cuivre]

Naw, it's not a god. He's a king, so it's gotta be from a time of the last great dwarven kings in the shadow world.

[He...read a book on dwarven kings I guess (knowledge 18).]

Means we should be in the right place, though, yeah?

[theminotaur]

All praise, what's-his-face. [ said with a tone of at least it will be over soon. ] Is this king known for booby traps? I'm not looking forward to falling down another pit.

[grimrot]

[Grimrot pauses to examine the statue, and just in case she can get anything else her knowledge history check was a 19.] I would assume yes. It's better to expect them than be proven wrong than the other way around.

[And just to follow her own advice, she looks around for any signs of traps (spot 28).]

[adamantiumed]

[ there's nothing visible here on the path, and logan leads them into the yard, where tall grasses and chunks of stone debris have all but overtaken the enclosure. off to one side, a wooden stable has collapsed into a mound of rotting timbers and moldy straw. the outer wall on the east side has also collapsed, leaving a ragged hole. three doors exit into this yard - a pair of double doors to the east, a single door to the north, and a lone door leading into the squat tower in the southeast corner. grimrot's spot check allows her to see a well hidden in the northwestern corner of the yard, lying next to which appears to be ... a body. ] Just watch where you're stepping.

[grimrot]

[Grimrot gasps, and picks her way carefully towards it.] Oh, no, there's another body.

[So many dead people. :( ]

[cuivre]

Of course there is...

[He mutters bitterly. So helpful today. :')]

[theminotaur]

[ abigail looks over, but doesn't move to follow, letting grimrot field that. ]

Anything on it?