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

[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?

[adamantiumed]

[ logan moves that way to look it over as well, with a grimace. ] Not much left of it. [ and it's true, the body looks partly dismembered. ] Maybe something got hungry. [ also so helpful. he starts picking his way across the courtyard towards the pair of double doors, which seem to be the main entry of the building. beyond the broken doors is a small dark hall, littered with mounds of debris and nature. it's clear that a narrow path winds inside, still. there are doors to the left and right, a hall that branches right and one that branches left, past said doors, and at the end of the entry hall is another set of busted down double doors. ]

[theminotaur]

Left, right, left, right, straight? [ too many options, tbh, she looks up at logan like please decide on a route. because he's apparently invincible, so she's going to stick close to him and use him as a human shield. ]

[adamantiumed]

[ he pushes open the first door on the left, claws extending from one hand, which he keeps held aloft, as they glance inside. there's a very small room there, where a few moth-eaten hats hang on pegs. a single soiled hat sits on the little table inside.

with a nat 20 spot check, logan moves inside, and bends over in one corner, coming up with a mushroom in hand. ] Not enough, but it's a start. [ he hands the mushroom to abigail to store in her pack. ]

[theminotaur]

[ she makes a face, flashing back to the story will told her about turning into a mushroom planter and shuddering. she shows it to miles and grimrot before she safely stows it in her backpack. ] And one room down.

[adamantiumed]

[ logan pushes over to the other door, across the small hall, but the handle is stuck. with a nat 20 strength check, that is some fucking overkill, and he actually rips the door off its hinge, and drops it on the ground. they can see that an ancient wooden chair had been propped against it on the other side. the room beyond is dark and smells deeply of dust and decay.

the mummified remains of a dwarf wearing the garb of a blacksmith lay in the center of this small room. he has the shattered shards of a glass vial in one hand, and a scrap of ancient parchment in the other. ] Looks like we missed a real party.

[theminotaur]

[ carefully, and without taking her gloves off because shit might be poisoned, abigail creeps forward to pry the note from his hand. (str 16 if needed) ] This is getting very Mines of Moria...

[cuivre]

What's it say?

[As he basically peers over Abigail's shoulder.]

[adamantiumed]

[ the note is written in dwarven ... DOES ANYONE HERE SPEAK DWARVEN??? grimrot probably does. if so, she can translate the note, which reads: "Forgive me, dark father of the forge, my toils shall never be enough." ]

[theminotaur]

Uh... [ uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. ] I have no idea. It's not in English.

[grimrot]

[Grimrot doesn't, but she takes the note anyway and squints at it for a moment (linguistics 24).] It's in Dwarven. It appears to be a... plea. "Forgive me, dark father of the forge, my toils shall never be enough."

[She glances up at the others.]

Poor man. Appears he was right.

[adamantiumed]

[ logan glances around the chamber with a deepset frown, but doesn't have anything to add to that, finally turning away and moving forward towards the broken open doors ahead.

pews of darkwood lie tipped over and covered in dust on either side of this ancient shrine. at the far end sits a large ceremonial anvil, but its surface is defaced and ruined.

logan's nostrils twitch as he steps inside, his shoes crunching on the rubble. ]

[theminotaur]

[ abigail apparently has her eyes on the prize with a nat 20 search check. she wants to get the heck out of here and not look back. ]

[cuivre]

[Meanwhile, Miles keeps a lookout for nasties since Abigail seems on that. (Listen 18, Spot 16)]

[adamantiumed]

[ both of them notice the pair of floating tentacle creatures roosting on the ceiling above, which means that they don't get a sneak attack round. aww. INIT PLURK INCOMING. ]

[theminotaur]

[ abigail tries to refrain from squealing in grossed out surprise, but she fails (will save 8) and even as she's pulling one of her knives to chuck at the roosting squids??? she's getting everyone else's (and the creature's) attention. (atk 24, dmg 9) ]

On the ceiling!

[ and she follows it up with throwing her second knife. (atk 24, dmg 6) except now she's out of knives... ]

[adamantiumed]

[ DARKMANTLES HAVE SO MANY HIT POINTS GUYS. they both fall to the ground with a knife in them. dead. /init

(unsure)

logan's eyebrows raise as he looks over at abigail, suitably impressed. ] Nice.

[theminotaur]

[ well abigail just looks surprised tbh, all wide eyes like did i do...??? okay. ]

Thanks. [ she delicately moves forward to pluck her knives free. ] What are they?

[cuivre]

Gross and dead.

[Thank goodness.]

[adamantiumed]

[ wolverine got a nat 20 arcane lore check somehow so i guess he's dealt with these in boston before lmao ] Darkmantles. Cave monsters. Let's just be glad you got the jump on 'em or we wouldn't be seeing a thing right now.

abigail's search from earlier is enough to notice a spot on top of the altar containing five small depressions. whatever the altar once held there are gone, however. no mushrooms, though :( ]

[theminotaur]

[ she leans over to peer at the depressions, lips pursed in thought before she straightens, wiping cave monster guts on her parka before tucking her knives away. ]

There's no mushrooms in here.

[cuivre]

Can we go further in?

[The faster the better tho, tbh.]

[grimrot]

[Grimrot examines the altar, just in case she can glean any information about how it may have once been used (knowledge history 14).]

[zwy_il]

[Nels is going to be keeping an eye on the ceiling for the rest of this little excursion.]