OOC1 - Whoops that's the problem with not working _ I forget which day it is
- sorry this post is a bit late.
BIC
Everyone clusters around as
the stones and metal disk are examined and then Ravn slides the stones into his
bag.
Edgar, alone on his perch in the main hall, hears voices from
upstairs but very little else. Yuri standing under Edgar calls up to him. " I
shall keep watch for a while - Why don't you go and see what they are up
to?"
OOC2 - Please make a note of any items you acquire (and
where you got them from) on your character sheets.
OOC3 - Please note
that the disk came out of a small bag,although I should have been much clearer
with the sizes - it is about 2 inches in diameter and the leather thongs are
about 1/5 of an inch wide and only about 12 inches long.
October 24, 2001, 1:28 am
Roll 1, 100 sided di(c)e 1 times. Add
0 to the result. Drop the lowest 0 di(c)e.
56 = 56
Total = 56
Edgar, curiosity eating at him, from the conversation he hears from above,
gratefully accepts Yuri's offer.
Flying up to where the others are, he
perches atop the door, cawing warning as he comes (lest the more wary mistake
his approach for that of an enemy).
"Yuri guards," he explains to Rolf,
his tone and manner hopeful that the Constable will let him stay, and not order
him back to his post.
The moonstones now being in Ravn's possession, he
makes no comment upon, however he stares hard at the disk that Kerim holds forth
...
... then shakes his head. "I have neither seen nor heard of such
before," he admits, somewhat sadly, "however I would hazard a guess that it is a
wrist guard of some sort ?"
Kerim looks at the disc again after what Ravn had just commented on. Taking
off from where Ravn left he offers.
"Four suns indeed could indicate
that such is this gods power that to the four corners of the planet that it
reaches. Bringer of light to the greatest reaches and the like."
Kerim looks at the disc acutely examining each of the suns for
impressions, no matter how shallow, that might be intended places for the
moonstones to be fitted.
After Edgar speaks he ties the disc to his
wrist.
"Edgar Raven who speaks by the grace of gods unknown to me,
know what of you and magics? Of the gods? did also they gift you with the
ability to read?"
Holding his arm up to display the disc brightly to
Edgar Kerim offers it as a perch, making cooing sounds.
"Other places
there are that these straps would allow it's wearing. Try I might to wear it on
my forehead."
GM: That would be Kerim still trying his animal
handling skills on Edgar, still not sure he isn't just animal. I do know he
isn't but Kerim still doesn't really.
the sun has one disk and 4 lozenges - sort of the same suit as a diamond from
a pack of cards. There is noindication that the lozenges are suitable
formounting stonesor anything else.
OOC: Kerim please feel free to
describe and roll for and animal handling attempt. :)
Rolf spends several moments letting the others conjecture on the amulet or
token. He rubs absently at the one hanging about his neck as he lets thoughts
roll over his thoughts. Still, nothing of importance comes to mind. He looks to
the merchant, "Kerim, if you would be so kind to hold the device until we can
pass it to Sir Richard." He hopes that any magic the item might have will help
protect Kerim from any ill effects of the needle trap.
OOC: John, what
time of day is it?
Since you have been on the island, you have:-
* Fought the bird woman
* Searched one building in fair detail
* Gone looking for foxes
*
Made searches of a another couple of simple buildings
* Made a reasonable
search of most of the rooms in this building (without poking all the walls,
corners etc)
I guess about 5 hours to achieve that ...
So its
about Lunch time :)
Callum looks over the trinket with passing interest until his stomach
rumbles loudly.
"Peter, that was a fine kitchen we found there, I'm
after thinkin' that ye might make some use of it!" he hints, unsubtly.
Peter grins. "OK by me. What do you say Rolf?" he asks. Then adds as an afterthought, "I could do with some help collecting some fire wood. I could use some of the old and damaged furniture, if someone will break it down for me.
Mandrake takes the disk in his turn and thoughtfully turns it over in his
hands. With a shrug he makes to hand it to Kerim, but then a thought crosses his
mind as he looks once again at the strange markings on the leather ties.
“Doesn’t look like writing” he mumbles to himself “but there’s
one way to be sure.”
Waving his hand over the disk he chants an
incantation (OOC: comprehend languages) and then takes another look.
Then,
passing the item on to Kerim, Mandrake pipes up "Yes food. What a splendid
idea."
Hanging back and still worried and wondering if her magic did any good for poor Kerim, Elsbeth's eyes light up with the mention of food. "Aye, to be doing something other than grubbing from house to house, room to room?" She smiles. "I'd be liking that."
"Aye. Peter, where would you like to set up, here or the manor house?" Rolf
replies, becoming aware of the complaints from his belly. "Callum, Ravn, would
you two help Peter with the fire wood?"
Noticing Mandrake's spell work
with the disk, Rolf asks, "Did you learn anything?"
Ravn, accustomed by his training to postponing the needs of his body in favor
of stiating his mind's cravings, just shrugs his acceptance at the general
sentiment to do lunch.
I suppose nothing demands our immediate
attention. We might as well grab a bite to eat...
"As you wish,
Constable."
He wanders off in search of kindle, summoning Uddhugg with a
raised hand and debating, mumbling, the recent events with the bird as they go.
"The dwelling seems, indeed, abandoned. Now, what of our findings? A
Gudahov, a Lord's residence, both to be expected but much different from
what I would have expected at home - that's nothing unexpected, either. But that
it should all be set in such a diverse setting suggests that this unison of
peoples as the Earl has undertaken be not unprecedented in history - are there
lessons to be learned from their downfall, I wonder? Lessons that we must bring
to the remembrance of the new alliance? Probably so."
The bundle of dry
twigs fills his free hand, spear in the other, so Uddhugg is forced to move onto
the rune caster's helmet, cawing now and then as if in response to his spoken
thoughts.
"And now these artefacts - their purpose is every bit as
obscure as their use?"
He sets the spear into the ground, ties the
kindle to the shaft, and retrieves the stones from his pouch, studying them
carefully once more.
"Hmm - maybe the temple holds the proper place to
mount them...?"
He nods his head thoughtfully, satisfied with having
this new possibility to examine, and returns to the others woith the kindle.
Laying it near Peter, he states his intention to Rolf.
"Constable, I
have a hunch and will go verify it in the temple. I shall return in a moment."
Then, determined, he strides toward the temple.
"These kitchens here look as good as the others, and they are somewhat
smaller, so it would be as easy to to cook in here, as back in the other
building."
So saying Peter heads back down the stairs to the
kitchens, commenting "Lunch Time!" with a grin to Yuri on the way past.
In the kitchen, Peter takes a look around and clears out a smaller fire
place in preparation for the wood that the others will bring him and then head
down to draw water from the well. The rope and bucket are clearly old, but the
rope holds while he draws water, and he cleans one of the larger pots out with
the small amount of water he can draw in the leaky bucket.
He then fills
it slowly, needing half a dozen attempts,with the leaky bucket, to get it full.
Carrying it back upstairs we washes out another couple of wide, flat,
pans and a smaller pot in preparation for cooking.
When Ravn returns
with the kindling he lays it in the fire place, and uses a couple of larger bits
of wood remaining from the older fires, to make something more substantial.
Striking a light, he works on the flames fanning and blowing untilthe fire is
properly started and then rearranges it so that he will get a good cooking fire
later.
Then going to the door, he calls up to the others - "Be about
twenty minutes before I have anything ready ...." Before going back into the
kitchen to scrub down a table and some other utensils that he might need.
please let me know what you want to try in the other building - if its brief - we can run it in this thread else I will start you a new one
"No, not a wrist guard, for it is too small even for that," he comments to
Kerim, "It might wrap around a finger ..."
Further speculation is
cut short.
Edgar listens with growing annoyance and fixed stare to
Kerim's unwittingly patronising noises and gestures, and for a moment considers
alighting on the trader's wrist and demonstrating why falconers prefer heavy
leather gauntlets ... but decides not to, as Rolf calls for a lunch break.
"Aye, maybe it is some sort of brain guard," he mutters at Kerim's final
comment concerning the wearing of the token upon his forehead, "though perhaps
in the case of that one, it would still be a bit big ..."
GM; Edgar offline has made it very clear to me he won't be the subject of any
animal handling attempts, however for the games sake Kerim is fascinated as to
where the distinction lies and will soon enough give up his tests. I am sure
he's seen birds trained to talk, though none that think so well.
Kerim
frowns at Edgar, his jaw clenching, not being used to being insulted by animals.
However he knows not to insult the bird back, for to do this would
insult others he travels with too.
His thoughts on how best to deal with
this vexing raven are interrupted however as mention is made again of the poison
needle, which his conciousness has conveniently and naively blanked from his
mind in the presence of treasure.
With a start he checks his finger, no
blood there. He breathes deeply a few times, his eyes darting with some worry.
Finally he turns to Elsbeth.
"Wonder I do what is the usual delay
that your magic grants the recipient upon being poisoned?" he asks, both
hope and worry showing together.
"For if it's warding has since now
normally passed then it seems I am safe." he says letting a small smile
escape.
"If not then let me thank you with my gratitude in such case
as the worst shall yet come and I have not the opportunity to thank you
later"
Kerim bows to Elsbeth, taking her hand and kissing it.
(hoping this custom he's seen used is appropriate to the Druid)
OOC:
Hey, he's trying to fit in by learning different cultures.