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Advanced Dungeons and Dragons 2nd Edition: Redcap's Rampage Session One Part 1 - Investigation
by, 10-23-2016 at 09:38 PM (8213 Views)
Monday, October 17, 2016
(After playing the Advanced Dungeons & Dragons 2nd Edition scenario Redcaps Rampage by Christopher Perkins from Dungeon Adventures #54 Sunday from 1 p.m. to 6:30 p.m. with Kyle Matheson, Adam Frager, Collin Townsend, Ashton LeBlanc, Hannah Gambino, Aaron Scott, and.)
Arthelion the Enlightened had escaped the orcs with the others but had gotten separated from the them on the 7th of Fireseek, 592 Common Year. He had gone looking for shelter and found a cave nearby, spending the night there. The next day, he traveled south in hope of returning to Nyrond and had come upon thick woods as the hills began to taper out. He soon found a small village.
He wandered down a rough road through the village in the evening of the 8th of Fireseek. Dark Clouds loomed menacingly over the grim, rain-drenched hamlet. The settlement was little more than a cluster of weather-worn cottages surrounded on all sides by solemn, densely-wooded hills. Rivers of mud flowed between the wood-frame houses, which seemed unfriendly, as if they were unwilling to relinquish some dreadful secret. They also shared one other odd similarity. Flickering in the window of each tenement was a scowling pumpkin, its innards carved out and filed with candlelight. The shutters inside the windows were closed.
He walked with a staff hed ripped from a tree in the woods on the way. He was passing another road coming into the village from the east when he saw a man wearing dark clothing and a cloak walking into town. A hood covered most of the mans face. He had a short bow on his back as well as a backpack. A long sword was on one side of his hip while a dagger was on the other. He wore many pouches on his belt.
The half-elf ranger priest Blackwood saw the mage as well. The other man wore dirty robes and was almost as tall as he was. He had shoulder-length brown hair. His robes and wizards hat were colorful and he carried a staff. He shivered in the cold.
Arthelion fled to the nearby rain-drenched, single-story structure with few windows, adjoining stables, and a large, weather-worn crest painted on the front wall depicting a green dragon, its wings unfolded, clutching an ale tankard with two fearsome claws. He grabbed the front door but it was locked or barred. He could hear voices inside.
Oh my gods! was screamed from inside. It must be out there! Its out there! Help us, adventurers!
Blackwood followed him at a slower pace.
* * *
My friends will help you, Leon Chamberlyn had said to Tarmak and Elriya earlier. I sense evil outside!
He had handed over the gold they had found to Tarmak and left the Dragons Flagon Inn with Arya close behind to keep an eye on the man.
When the door of the Dragons Flagon Inn had rattled a short time later, Laird Yanek had cried out in alarm for Elriya, the Halfling thief, and Tarmak, the human priest, to do something. Tarmak went to the door while Elriya hid in the shadows in the corner near the entrance. As he pulled back the bolt, Laird Yanek cried out in alarm. Tarmak cracked the door open.
Arthelion was surprised to recognize Tarmak, the priest hed been imprisoned with and had lost track of the day before.
Oh, thank goodness, he said. Can I come in and have a room and some food, please?
Very funny, Tarmak said. You dont recognize me?
Let him in or close the door! Laird Yanek cried.
Oh my gosh, Tarmak said.
Itll get in! Laird Yanek said. The curse will get in!
Just come on in, Tarmak said.
Thank the gods, Arthelion said. Im freezing.
The chamber Tarmak admitted him to was cozy, perhaps 20 feet wide and deep, with a pair of windows on one side around a small fireplace where two yellow dogs lounged. A black cat sat on the mantle and haughtily looked over the place. A dozen of the commoners, former slaves of the orcs, sat at the four circular tables in the room. The place was lit by lanterns suspended from the rafters. A large ale barrel stood in one corner near two doors in the wall, the open one obviously leading to cluttered kitchen. Two more doors stood on the wall to the right and a hallway near them led into the darkness, probably to the stables attached to the building. A dark-haired dwarf in a leather apron stood near the ale barrel. A pretty blonde woman stood near him. A portly man with short brown hair and a well-trimmed beard sat at one of the tables, a chain of office of some kind around his neck.
Arthelion crossed the room to the dwarf in the leather apron. He greeted him in dwarvish.
Oh! the dwarf replied, surprised. Youre the second person tonight whos spoken dwarvish to me! Thats great!
Whos the first? Arthelion asked.
Uh he said, looking around the room.
Liar! Arthelion said.
What? the dwarf said, glaring at the man. What did you say?
Can I have some food please?
I misheard something you said. Ill need you to repeat what you said.
I mumble a lot.
What did you say?
I said Howdy doody.
The dwarf glared at him.
All right he slowly said. You have any money?
I do not, Arthelion said.
How are you going to pay for your food?
I can dance.
Dont really need dancers.
You dont think you need dancers.
Look, I got a lot of these people who were slaves of the orcs─
Tarmak walked over and put down a gold coin on the ale cask, hoping the dwarf would just give Arthelion some food to shut him up.
Oh thats youre going to have change coming, the dwarf said.
Thank you, Tarmak, Arthelion said.
What do you want? the dwarf asked. You want stew? We got stew.
Arthelion had smelled the stew and after being a slave of orcs for almost a week, his mouth watered at the prospect of solid food with taste.
And ale, the dwarf said.
Yeah, Ill take one of both, please, Arthelion said.
All right, the dwarf said.
Thank you, Arthelion said.
The dwarf took out several coins from one of the pockets on his robe. Arthelion held out his hand for the change. Tarmak just shrugged and the dwarf gave the mage the coins. The dwarf brought the mage a bowl of stew and a tankard of ale.
Is there more of this? Arthelion asked Tarmak.
Someone rattled the front door to the inn again and then knocked.
Oh no! Laird Yanek cried. Its here again! Oh my gods!
He looked at Tarmak, who crossed the room, staff at ready, and pulled back the bolt to open the door. He found himself facing a man in a dark cloak who appeared to be heavily armed. He wore a holy symbol around his neck that Tarmak recognized as the symbol of Ehlonna, the nature goddess.
Blackwood found himself facing a very average-looking man with sun bleached brown hair who wore a holy symbol around his neck as well.
Is the inn open? he asked, his voice raspy.
Yes, it is, Tarmak said. Are you a follower of Ehlonna?
Yes, Blackwood said.
He shouldered his way into the room and went to the corner.
Greetings traveler! the dwarf said. Are you hungry or thirsty?
Dinner, please, Blackwood said.
You want ale too?
All right.
He got the man a bowl of stew and a mug of ale, telling him that two tankards were five copper and one was three. Blackwood ordered two and the dwarf got him another mug and charged him for the food and drink.
* * *
When Rome, Helius Wik, and the female dwarf warrior Noiree Fragginth had left the others during their first escape attempt on the 3rd of Fireseek, they had followed Rome to a secret panel in the wall and slipped through. Orc reinforcements had charged past the entrance to the horrible temple and they had quietly followed them, slipping up the ramp leading outside and into the cold where they fled.
Noiree had soon parted from the other two. She didnt feel like she needed them and that shed be able to do things better on her own. She had survived in the wilderness until she found her way south into a forest. She soon found the tiny town and eventually found her way to what she thought was the village inn.
She listened at the door and heard people talking quietly within. There were quite a few voices but they only spoke lightly. It was raining and she was soaked almost through to the skin. She tried to open the door but found it locked.
* * *
Tarmak heard the door rattle once again.
Oh no, its here! Laird Yanek cried out. Its at the door! Its at the door! The curse! The curse is here!
Just leave it unlocked, Arthelion said.
We dont want it to come in! Are you mad?
Why not?
Itll kill us like it killed the others!
Well, its not going to kill me.
Itll kill somebody!
Itll kill somebody!
Who do you think it would kill?
Tarmak, meanwhile, went to the door and opened it up. He recognized the dwarf Noiree Fragginth. She was wearing the orc armor shed stolen. She was solid and had brown hair, orange on top, tied in a pony tail. She carried a battle axe in one hand and a hammer in the other.
Tarmak let her in.
Noiree, you made it out! a voice came out of the shadows.
Arthelion laughed.
I thought you were dead! he said.
Can you believe that idiot made it out? the voice from the shadows said in dwarvish.
Noiree chuckled.
I heard that! Arthelion said, also in dwarvish.
* * *
The kobold rogue Kilb Bronzescale had separated himself from the others during their escape attempt on the 7th of Fireseek. He was certain the orcs would capture the commoners and the others but figured he could escape in the commotion. He was right, at least about his escaping. He managed to get out of the Scar during the entire fiasco and then headed south, towards the country of Nyrond.
He found his way to the very same village with its dark, locked-up houses and its sinister jack-o-lanterns. It was lightly raining and very, very cold. He carried only a spear hed taken from one of the orcs. He had killed whatever he could to survive and was very hungry.
He scouted around the village, trying to find an empty house. He had found the inn and heard many people within. He looked at some of the houses on the south side of town. At the first house he had fled from barking dogs within the building that had obviously heard him without. He went to another nearby house that had a half-keg mounted above the door with some words he couldnt read underneath it. It looked occupied.
He moved to another house, this one with a porch and a jack-o-lantern glaring from one of the front windows. It looked dark an empty. He listened but didnt hear anything in the place. He tried the front door but found it locked. The orcs still had his lock picks and the shutters were on the inside of the glass windows.
He started to go door-to-door, looking at the houses. He soon realized there were people in most of them. He could either hear people within or see a jack-o-lantern in the window outside of the glass. He grabbed one of the jack-o-lanterns and ran into the woods. He lifted the lid of the jack-o-lantern and took out the candle, carefully putting it aside where the rain wouldnt put out the flame. Then he ate the pumpkin, finding the lid that had been scorched by the candle the tastiest.
* * *
Arthelion went over to the nervous Laird Yanek and stood in front of him.
Would my dancing cheer you up, sir? he asked.
What? Laird Yanek said. No no no no no. This adventurer and─
Arthelion started dancing.
The paladin said they would help us out and this is his man, Laird Yanek said, gesturing to Tarmak. This is one of his companions. Theyre going to save us from the curse. The curse thats on the village.
I know of them, Arthelion said, still dancing. But watch me, okay?
Just watch.
Arthelion danced as the confused laird watched.
Noiree, meanwhile, had gone to the dwarf innkeeper and gotten a bowl of stew and a mug of ale with the gold coin Tarmak tossed to her.
What happened to you? the dwarf asked her.
She signaled him to wait a moment as she ate the delicious stew and drank the heavenly ale, the best food and drink shed had in the months since shed been captured by the orcs.
By the end of some five minutes, Arthelion was dripping in sweat. He stopped and Noiree applauded. The dwarf innkeeper and the barmaid looked a little confused.
That was very nice, Laird Yanek said confusedly.
Do you feel better? Arthelion asked.
No. I dont feel any better.
How do you how do you not feel better after see that?
Because Im scared! My village is under a curse. Theres a terrible, murderous thing loose and its been killing people and they said they would help! They said they would help the village!
How do you think it would react if it saw me dance?
I dont know what it is!
You dont know what it is.
I dont know what it is but its killed three people in their sleep in the last two days.
Does it have a soul, because obviously you dont! You didnt enjoy that at all.
The man seemed completely befuddled by the entire conversation. Arthelion wandered to the keg and got another mug of ale from the innkeeper. He drank it quickly down. Then he returned to the laird.
I will help you with this curse that you speak of, he said. But I require financial gain and a goat.
I dont think we have any goats in the town, Laird Yanek said.
Then I cant help you.
But I could pay you if youll help.
Can you lead me to someone who can sell me a goat?
The tradesmen might know where you can get one.
Have you ever seen a goat?
Yeah, Ive seen a goat. I know what a goat is.
Where should I go to get one?
You wont be able to find one in this town. Youd have to go to one of the other towns around here. But Im not sure which one would have a goat.
Could you send a messenger to get me a goat?
Sure. As part of the payment, if you help me solve my problem, Ill do my best to help you find a goat. How about that?
A strong goat?
What are we doing here? Noiree interjected.
Theres a curse on the village, Laird Yanek told her. Theres a keep to the north of here. There were goblin problems a few months ago. I decided to pay to have it renovated and we brought in some stonemasons. Some of the people from town helped. But then strange things started happening and like sabotage. People would find nails stuck up that they would step on or wooden scaffolding would fall on people. It was - it was quite terrible. Then some adventurers came and took care of the goblins that were up in the Flinty Hills so we didnt have to worry about it anymore. So, even though I wanted to finish it, the villagers thought it was cursed. So, everyone just stopped worrying about the keep. But then, over the last few days, the there have been three murders. They had their throats slit and weird, strange words were written on the walls that dont make any sense at all and something has been somehow getting into locked and closed buildings and killing and leaving these messages that dont make any sense and I-I-I asked and the paladin said he said he would help us. And the other said they needed a good nights sleep. And then you folks arrived. And any help you can give us would be greatly appreciated.
He seemed nervous and was sweating profusely.
Do you know anybody who would want to stop the keep from being renovated? Elriya said, stepping out of the shadows.
She was a Halfling who wore dark clothing and a mask that covered the bottom half of her face. Her hooded cloak covered her head though her bright blue eyes were visible. She was armed with a dagger and had a grappling hook on her belt.
No, not particularly, Laird Yanek said. Some people didnt care one way or another but it would have been a place to go if the village got attacked. We could run to the keep and be safe there. Its not very big, but its big enough to hold all the villagers for at least a short period of time until whatever threat was gone. Its two miles to the north.
I require parchment and paper, Arthelion said. And I will need to talk to you further about the victims.
Well, can I bring it in the morning because I dont want to have to go back to my house and then come back here, Laird Yanek said. Im getting ready to go home. Im getting ready to lock my doors and go hide under my bed.
Do you even care?
I do! I do!
Im trying to solve this.
Can you do it tonight?
Well, the villagers are all locked in their homes. Theyre not going to come out at night.
Why not?
Because the monster whatever it is will kill them.
No, Noiree said.
You want me to walk you back to your house and we can talk there? Arthelion said.
If you wish, Laird Yanek said. But I wouldnt wish upon any of you to walk alone at night. Im scared to go.
Lets do it.
No, Im not going to walk. Im going to run. Ill be running, not walking.
I can run.
If you want to go with me, you can.
Ill go with you too, Tarmak said.
What about all these people? the innkeeper asked Tarmak.
He needed money to keep all of the people under the roof. There were 12 commoners who seemed happy to see Arthelion when they saw him. He requested they sing his praises and they did, but it was awful. Of the 12, two were children, a little boy and a little girl, while the other 10 were adults. They all started telling the story of the heroic adventurers saving them from the orcs. They spoke of Arthelion leading them out of the orc lair while the others fought bravely to kill their pursuers.
While they talked, Elriya talked to the innkeeper. She learned there were two rooms, each with two beds, in the inn. He was willing, for a silver piece a night, for anyone who wanted to sleep on the floor of the common room. Each of the rooms were two silver pieces for each bed for the night.
Arthelion, hearing the conversation, put his arm around the little boy.
I think the kids have earned a bed tonight, he said.
Uh no, Noiree said. They should be grateful theyre out.
Just decide whos sleeping where, the innkeeper said.
He pointed to the dark corner where Blackwood leaned against the wall.
Is he with you? he asked.
No, Tarmak said.
The innkeeper approached Blackwood and asked if he wanted a room. He looked at the others and saw most of them wore no armor and carried no weapons but wore torn and ragged clothing. Even the adventurers wore rugged clothing and armor, for the most part.
What do you think about all this? Arthelion suddenly asked the shadowy figure. Is the mayor crazy?
I just got here, Blackwood said.
Im not crazy, Laird Yanek said.
So, you havent heard of the curse either? Arthelion said.
Ten seconds ago, when he was talking about it, Blackwood said.
Im not crazy! Laird Yanek exclaimed. People have died! Three people are dead!
They can have the room, Blackwood said to the innkeeper.
If you want to sleep on the floor in here or if you want to sleep in stables, its a silver, the innkeeper said. How about that?
Were having a sleepover at the mayors house if you want to come, Arthelion said.
What? Laird Yanek said.
What are you talking about?
No, nobodys sleeping in my house! Im locking my doors and Im barring my windows and hiding under my bed!
Not with you!
Wait. Youre hiding under the bed.
Youre not sleeping in my bed.
Laird Yanek stood up.
I will get you parchment and quill tomorrow, he said.
I thought we were running to your house together! Arthelion said.
Not if youre staying. You could be the killer for all I know!
But mayor, hes a wizard, Tarmak said. He could protect you.
Please. No! Laird Yanek said. I dont need a dancing wizard in my house.
He ran to the door.
Everyone needs a dancing wizard in their house! Arthelion yelled as the man ran out the door, leaving it open.
* * *
Outside, Kilb saw a man run out of the inn and flee up the road. He heard someone yelling out the door as the man fled. Then a Halfling in a mask peeked out before closing the door.
* * *
Blackwood finished his ale after the altercation with the laird and then headed outside. Elriya went and locked the door once again.
Noiree asked who owned the dogs.
Those are ours, the dwarf innkeeper said. Well, theyre their own but they stay here.
This your cat too? Noiree asked.
Yep, the dwarf said.
The woman told her the dogs were Winkin and Blinkin and the cat was Nod.
If we save your village, can I have your dogs? Noiree asked.
Oh no, the dwarf said. No no no.
Because theyre our dogs! Theyre family.
What if I find gold?
What do you mean?
Can I buy your dogs?
Theyre not for sale!
She gave the dogs her bowl to lick anyway.
Can I teach your cat a trick? Arthelion asked.
What? the innkeeper said.
Can Arthelion asked again, this time in dwarvish. Can I teach your cat a trick?
What are you talking about? You cant teach cats tricks!?!
I can, actually.
Are you going to hurt him?
No. Its just going to be a trick.
I dont care.
Whats the trick? Noiree asked.
Arthelion began working on training the cat but realized it would probably take weeks to really teach the animal to do a trick. He was also only proficient with training a goat so he trained the cat as if it was a goat.
Tarmak paid the innkeeper for all of them to spend the night, giving the two rooms to the commoners who were in the worst shape. It was hard to decide who, actually, because they were all so weary from their enslavement.
* * *
Blackwood examined the ground carefully, first trying to figure out where the laird went and finding his tracks. He followed them to a house on up the road. Three steps led up to the front door of the well-kept house. Mounted on the door was a brass plaque etched with the words Donovan Yanek, Laird of Luskwald. A sinister jack-o-lantern peeked through the front window of the residence with wicked, candlelit eyes.
He set to work casing out the entire town and looking for other footprints and the like. It was intensely cold so he cast a spell upon himself to ward off the freezing weather for some time. He took that time to search but didnt find anything in his general searching of the tiny town.
* * *
Kilb crept back to the inn and tried to open the exterior doors that appeared to lead to the attached stable. They wouldnt move and he guessed they were barred from within. There were a couple of large doors in the sloped roof above the main ones as well, probably for bringing hay into the loft. He crept around the place and noticed an outhouse behind the building. There were also a couple of back doors to the inn but they proved locked and bolted as well.
He used his spear as a pick in the frozen ground and started the long, arduous process of digging his way under the stable wall. After an hour, he had dug a nasty little hole that was just enough for him to slide into the stables. He was able to get the spear in with a little more work. His candle had burned out by then.
He found himself in a chilly stable. Directly across from the stall he came out in was a door that looked like it led into the inn. He crept out and found a wide area that ran the length of the room with stalls for horses on the side opposite the smaller door. All of them were empty. A ladder hung on the interior wall near the doors that led outside. It led up to a loft with several bales of hay. A bar was over the doors above as well.
He pulled a good deal of hay down into the stall on the end and made a nest, burying himself in it and going to sleep.
* * *
Everyone in the inn bedded down as best they could within an hour of Blackwood leaving the building. Arthelion had been trying to train the cat without any luck though he felt it was going well.
Youre my cat now, Arthelion said, petting the cat before bedding down.
Whatre you talking about? the dwarven innkeeper, who Arthelion had made sure was close by, said.
Dont take the cat out of here.
Can I sleep with the cat?
The cat sleeps where he wants.
You wanna sleep with me, dont you?
As he bedded down and the dwarf and woman opened another door and headed in and the cat jumped down from where he was and followed them into the room along with the two dogs.
I knew it, Arthelion muttered.
They bedded down and, about a half hour later, another knock came at the door.
You wanna flip for it? Arthelion said to Tarmak, who he noticed also woke up.
No, I got it, Tarmak said, getting up.
I win, Arthelion said.
Tarmak opened the door to find Blackwood standing out in the rain.
Tell the innkeeper Id like to sleep in the stables, Blackwood said, figuring Tarmak was the doorman and giving him a silver coin.
Tarmak said he would. He went back to the door hed seen the dwarf and the woman disappear into and knocked.
Who is it? the dwarfs voice came. What do you want?
The traveler that came earlier wants to sleep in the stables, Tarmak said.
The door opened.
He gave me a silver to give you, Tarmak said.
What? the dwarf said.
To sleep in the stable.
Okay. Did you lock the front door? Bolt the front door so the curse doesnt get us.
He closed the door and Tarmak returned to the front door and bolted it. Blackwood noticed a narrow hallway and headed down the corridor. He found a locked and bolted door and another door with bolt and latch that proved unlocked and open. It led to the stable and he heard heavy breathing coming from one of the stalls. It sounded like a child. He just figured someone else was sleeping there so ignored it, going up into the hay loft and making himself comfortable with his winter blanket.
* * *
The rain had stopped in the early morning hours and the sky was clear on the 9th of Fireseek, 592 Common Year. It remained cold though promised to be at least above freezing that day.
The innkeeper was up and about fairly early that next morning. He reheated the leftover stew and the innkeeper added some scrambled eggs to the mix.
Is that all you know how to make? Arthelion asked the dwarf when he got his breakfast.
I know how to make other things, the dwarf said.
Can you? Please?
Im not just not going to make it today.
Maybe for dinner.
Oh! Nice.
This is leftovers anyway.
I knew it.
He asked the dwarf where the lairds house was and the dwarf game him instructions on how to get there, telling him what the house looked like as well. When he asked if he could get stew to go, the dwarf told him if he planned to get stew for the laird, he didnt have to as the man ate all his meals at the inn.
Shouldnt he be here by now? Arthelion asked.
Maybe, the dwarf said.
Arthelion left the inn but it was frigidly cold. He went back inside and asked the dwarf if he had a coat he could borrow. The dwarf didnt. He asked if his wife had a coat he could borrow.
No, the dwarf said. Leave my wife alone.
Where can we buy clothes and such? Elriya asked.
Theres a provisioner, the dwarf said.
He gave them instructions on how to get to Dalagars Provisions, which was around the curve of the road on the right. Tarmak asked if he sold boots and the innkeeper wasnt sure.
Everyone else ate and enjoyed the stew.
So, whats the deal with the gold? Arthelion asked Tarmak.
I dont know, its just what the paladin brought with him and left with us, Tarmak said.
That paladin I still have his shoes on.
Tarmak took out the pouch of gold and talked of dividing it up. Elriya wasnt sure they should divide it up as they still had to provide for the villagers theyd rescued. She pointed out that hed kept the gems though.
They saw the woman who worked at the inn go up a back hallway and open up a door.
* * *
Blackwood and Kilb were both awoken by a womans voice.
All right, cmon, wake up! she cried into the stable. Time for breakfast!
Then they heard a door close again. Kilb lay very still.
Up in the loft, Blackwood got up and got his things together, climbing down to the ground floor and going into the inn.
* * *
So, Tarmak, can I have some gold so I can go get supplies for this new adventure that we have been called to do? Arthelion asked.
We can all go together, Elriya said.
I need money, Arthelion said, hand still extended.
Tarmak thought on that a moment and then took out five gold coins.
Holy shit! Arthelion yelled.
He ran out the front door.
I knew that would get rid of him, Tarmak said.
Cold wind blew in.
Born in a barn, Elriya said, closing the door.
Blackwood also headed out to look around the town.
Elriya suggested buying provisions for the former slaves and Tarmak noted he needed shoes. They headed out of the inn as well.
Noiree asked the dwarf innkeeper about her stronghold: Thorzak.
That that place, I heard I heard no that place is just a story, he said.
No, she replied.
There used to be a place up in the mountains on the other side of the Flinty Hills. But that was years ago, a generation ago, and they were destroyed by humanoids, werent they?
Thats where Im from.
Yeah. Thats why I asked.
Ah well really?
Theyre still alive?
They were given tribute to the goblins to─
─keep em off us.
Oh thats that goes against the grain!
Uh-huh. It was a tough situation.
Well, Id heard theyd been wiped out years ago. A generation ago.
Huh. Thats what I heard.
What direction would I go for that area?
That I dont know. I dont know much about navigation. Im not a navigator. I havent been out of this town in 30 years.
Okay. Thats okay.
Thank you anyway.
Oh, youre welcome.
She also learned his name was Coryston Dalnor and that he was married to the human woman named Penelope.
* * *
The village store was a dark and foreboding structure, even though lanterns hung on either side of the entrance. A sign that read Dalagars Provisions swung gently above the portal. There were no windows in the front of the building though Arthelion had seen one on the side as hed run up. Smoke came out of the chimney towards the back of the structure as well. When he tried the front door, he found it locked. He banged on the door.
Who is it? a terrified mans voice came from within. Whos there?
Ive come to spend gold at your establishment, Arthelion called through the door. Let me in!
There was confused mumbling from within and then he heard the bolt pulled back on the door. It opened into a dim chamber. The man was average-looking and the room was large. Shelves lined with sacks and jars of foodstuffs occupied most of the room though there was room enough for a long counter along the south wall.
What can I help you with sir? the man asked. This town is dangerous. Are you passing through?
I hope to be, yes, Arthelion said.
Havent you heard?
What? Havent you?
Assassins are stalking Luskwald, using the village as a training ground to hone their evil skills. Havent you heard that?
Yeah. Yeah yeah.
Its terribly dangerous!
Yeah, your mayor was telling me that last night.
Well, its terribly dangerous here.
Yeah, thats why Im trying to buy some stuff from you. Are we going to get on with it or what?
There was another knock at the front door. The man jumped almost up into the air with fright.
Its them! he said. The assassins!
Yeah, dont let em in! Arthelion said.
Who is it? the provisioner asked. Whos there? Are you assassins?
Probably, Arthelion said.
Travelers who came into town last night, Tarmak said. Looking for provisions.
Thats what an assassin would say! Arthelion said.
Thats what an assassin would say! the provisioner said.
Is that wizard in there with you? Tarmak said.
Wait, are you a wizard? the provisioner asked Arthelion.
No, Im an assassin, Arthelion said with a laugh.
What? the man said.
Hes an idiot! Elriya called. Dont listen to him.
The man seemed confused and walked away from Arthelion, suddenly untrusting.
You have gold? he asked the mage.
Yes, Arthelion said.
Lets see it!
Arthelion held out the coins.
Im rich, he said.
The man unbolted the door and looked out at the man and the Halfling girl. Tarmak held out a couple of gold coins.
All right, the man said. Come in, come in. My gods, people. Whats wrong with you?
It was chilly in the room and Arthelion shivered. There was clothing to buy. There was only one pair of boots and Dalagar told them the cobbler in town made the best shoes in all the land. There were only four cloaks so there was not enough for the commoners. Arthelion purchased clothing as he was freezing and needed something to protect himself from the elements.
What kind of store is this? Arthelion asked when he saw the lack of stock.
It - it - its my store, the man said.
Do you not expect a lot of travelers?
There arent a lot of travelers along this road. And they usually already own cloaks.
Well some of us dont.
Well, Im sorry, sir.
Do you have a goat?
No, I dont.
Is there a seamstress in town? Elriya asked.
Theres a mender, the man said. Ylandra Morgyr.
He told them she was just next door to the north. When Tarmak asked about the cobbler, he gave him instructions to his house and said his name was Otto Bellinek.
Who are you people? he asked. Why are you even here?
We escaped from some orcs, Elriya said. They enslaved us.
Oh no! he said. Im sorry.
Have you ever been enslaved by an orc? Arthelion asked.
No, he said.
Do you want to?
No. Whats wrong with him?
They continued making purchases. Arthelion bought a cloak, backpack, food, and a torch. The others bought what they could for the former slaves.
* * *
Kilb shimmied out of the hole to the barn and then gathered leaves and covered the hole with them. He tried to keep out of sight. He occasionally saw the others walking around the town. He recognized the average-looking priest and spotted Arthelion and Noiree, whom he also recognized.
* * *
Blackwood continued looking over the town but didnt find anything out of the ordinary. He got a general layout of the village and learned which houses were also shops of some kind. He noticed the building with the wagon out front had people outside talking. An old, horse-drawn cart sat in the front yard of the residence, its wheels mired in the mud. The house itself was a proud testament to its builder, standing against the elements without the slightest sign of wear. A candlelit jack-o-lantern sneered through one window. The people seemed very disturbed. He wandered close and eavesdropped, trying not to be too obvious.
Apparently, something had been in the mans house the night before and called out in strange, unintelligible words. None of the family had gotten any sleep, not Ezekiel Devek, his wife Jezebel, or their son Zandor. Devek said it was just like the other houses where people were murdered and he was afraid he was next. There were strange noises from inside the house. Something was moving inside the house. They heard creaking floorboards and a baby crying at one point. Blackwood figured the man was the town carpenter and the whole family was shaken by what happened. They were afraid of what was going to happen that night.
It will be just like Ezner, Devek said. Or Karn and Bryne. Im scared. Im really scared.
Blackwood kept his distance and, when people dispersed and departed, he looked around the house for tracks of some kind. Though the rain had been coming down most of the morning, he found strange tracks that appeared to be tiny footprints. They were impossibly small, however, and indicated someone who couldnt have been more than a couple of feet tall. He tried to follow where they went but they were soon lost in the mud. Now that he knew what to look for, he found more tracks all over the village.
* * *
Elriya and Tarmak went down the road to the cobblers house, which seemed especially grim, perhaps the result of its dark wood frame. A boot-shaped sign swung listlessly above the front door. Tarmak knocked.
Who is it? a voice called from within. Whos there?
Im a traveler that came in yesterday evening and brought a group of slaves with me, Tarmak said. I need to get boots for all of them if possible.
Oh dear, oh dear, the man said.
The cobbler let them in and showed them the shoes and boots he had in the shop. He told them he was a hardworking cobbler but he tailored his shoes to fit the wearers. However, when he quoted them the price of the shoes, it was a fair and average amount.
He had 18 pairs of shoes in the shop but he was loathe to sell them as he considered them cast-off shoes that didnt fit their wearers. He was willing to sell them to the two though he seemed quite upset about doing so. When Elriya suggested the peasants come to the place to try on the shoes, he said he would, but noted it would take at least several days to make each pair of shoes. The price was the same either way.
I dont know how long were going to be here, Tarmak said. Well take what you have.
Yes, how long are you going to be here? Otto Bellinek, the cobbler, asked. Luskwald is dangerous right now. Havent you heard?
He lowered his voice and spoke more confidentially.
Hazel Glaghorn is a witch, he said. Her House of Spirits is precisely that! She is responsible for the evil that plagues Luskwald!
Where is she at? Elriya asked.
He told them she lived up the road to the north, just past the provisions store but on the left side of the road.
* * *
Noiree petted the dogs that morning and thought about hunting though she didnt have any kind of ranged weapons. She headed out, eventually, to catch up with the others. She saw a few of the villagers out and about. Laird Yanek walked up to her.
There you are! he said. Arent you one of the ones whos going to help us?
Yeah, she said.
Well what have you found out? Anything?
I havent. I know other people are out.
Well, Ezner Mourne, the glazier, was the first one who died.
He described where the glazier lived in a long house on the north side of the village.
The other two were Karn Ironstar and Bryn Bellowforge, he said.
He noted they lived right across the road from the glazier.
I dont know if theres anything there you might find to aid in your investigation or not he said.
He also noted the keep was two miles up the road that led north out of town. He related that he heard Ezekiel Devek and his family had been terrorized the night before by something that was in their house, running around and crying like a baby.
Thats what Ive heard, he said. Its terrifying.
How much? Kilb said, stepping from behind a tree to stand next to Noiree.
What the!?! Laird Yanek cried out. Ah! Its a kobold!
Hes okay, Noiree said.
Protect me! Laird Yanek said.
Hes okay.
Hes not that bad.
But its a kobold! Hes going to murder me!
Hes not going to touch you. If he does, Ill smash him.
You know him!?!
Ill smash him.
Do you know him?
Yeah, kind of.
I know of him.
Oh all right.
How much will you pay us? Kilb asked.
Well uh I-I-I I we the village does have some money, Laird Yanek said, completely flustered. Id be willing to pay. I have some garnets. I have a garnet. Its worth a hundred gold pieces, that I could pay to your party. Is he with those others too, the Halfling and the Tarmar? Tarmark? And that wizard?
I dont know, Noiree said. Have you talked to anybody else?
No, he said. Everyone just seems to have left.
We could just go look for them because thats what I planned to do anyway, she said.
I know where the loudmouth is, Kilb said. I saw him─
Is that what you want? Laird Yanek said. One of the garnets. I mean the garnet.
Yeah, sure, Kilb said. Sounds good.
Once you find the thing and stop whatevers going on, thats what Ill pay you, Laird Yanek said.
You better, Kilb said.
Lets go look for the others, Noiree said. Thank you.
Youre welcome, he called, watching them as they walked away. Youre welcome.
They found Blackwood. Kilb pointed to the man.
That guys been sneaking around town, he said to Noiree.
Hey, whatre you doing over there? Noiree called to the man.
Blackwood looked closely at the kobold. He had bronze-colored scales, stood about three and a half feet tall, and had purple eyes. He walked with a spear that was almost twice as tall as he was and wore some dirty, ragged clothing.
What are you doing with a kobold? Blackwood said.
Whats that supposed to mean? Kilb said.
Come here, she said to him.
Blackwood walked over to the two.
Whatve you found? she asked. You seem like youre looking around.
When he got close, Kilb noticed the man actually had pointed ears like an elf though he looked more like a man. He thought the man was a half-elf. The high cheekbones and the finer skin also gave it away.
Elves cant keep themselves out of anything, the kobold said under his breath.
Blackwood just barely heard it. Noiree didnt know what the kobold meant.
Im simply looking into the disturbance of the village, Blackwood said.
They discussed the family that was terrorized. Noiree said the laird had told her about the disturbance at a house. Blackwood noted the carpenters family was disturbed.
Is this kobold under your watch? he asked.
I dont watch him, Noiree said. But hes been nothing but friendly to me.
Kilb just glared at the half-elf.
Thats good, Blackwood said, glaring back.
So, you said you looked at the house, Noiree said. Did you see anything? I was just about to go over there with the kobold.
I have a name, Kilb said.
Hm, Noiree said. So?
Maybe, but I need to get more information first, Blackwood said. What have you learned?
Uh Noiree said.
Just what the mayor told us, Kilb said.
They talked about what theyd learned and shared all of the information they had so far. Kilb noticed most of the strange things had happened on the northern part of the town.
So, you two are interested in solving this? Blackwood asked.
They saw Tarmak and Elriya come down the road, their arms filled with shoes as they headed for the inn. Arthelion also walked down the road and walked over to them while the others went to the inn with the shoes.
We need to check out the houses, Kilb said. I need you to come with me so no one attacks me.
Kobolds are unusual in human towns, Blackwood said.
Yeah, the kobold replied.
So, is he the reason this curse is happening? Arthelion said, looking at Kilb.
I swear to Norebo Kilb cursed.
How did you get out of the orc caves?
After you all left me down there, I was able to find my way out myself.
Okay, whatever, Noiree said. Were─
Oh, Im sorry, Arthelion said. We were just having a conversation.
Regardless, we need to talk about what were doing right now, she said. We need to gather up the other two or what do we want to do there?
Yeah, if they want to, yeah, Arthelion said. Is he with us now? Whats going on here?
He gestured at Blackwood.
Are you? Noiree said.
Arthelion looked at the man for the first time and noticed he was a half-elf.
Ill meet you back at the Dragons Flagon Inn around lunch, Blackwood said.
Okay, Noiree said.
The man strode off.
The other three headed around the south side of town where the road circled around to the north with the intention of going to the house that had been attacked the night before. As they passed the inn, Elriya and Tarmak, who had distributed the shoes to the commoners in their care, came out of the building. They both recognized Kilb. Noiree told them everything theyd learned and what their plan was. The other two joined them and they headed to the house on the north side of town.
When they arrived at the house, Tarmak said he was going to check on something and headed off, leaving the gold with Elriya.
How do you know about who got terrorized last night? Arthelion asked.
The laird told us, Noiree said.
You saw the laird? Where is he?
I dont know. He walked off after we talked to him. I mean, Im holding him as prisoner.
You are?
She laughed at the mage.
They reached the residence where the old horse-drawn cart sat. They talked to the people inside and learned it was the house of Ezekiel Devek, who lived there with his wife Jezebel and their youngest son, Zandor, who was about six or seven years old.
Whats with these faces cut into these squash? Kilb asked.
What? Devek said. Is that a kobold?
After that confusion was cleared up, he told the group they were supposed to ward off evil spirits.
Well, it didnt work, huh? Arthelion said.
All right, ignore him, please, Noiree said.
Well, it mightve worked, Elriya said. They didnt get eaten.
I suppose, Devek said. You know, someone or something deliberately sabotaged our effort to rebuild the fallen keep. Whatever dwells there does not like intruders. My oldest son, Voltan, was crushed beneath a collapsed scaffolding while helping to repair the ruined keep. Weve been mourning his death ever since. For weeks!
I want to leave this village but I cant afford to buy horses to pull my cart. To pull this cart here.
He gestured towards the cart. Then he told them someone was moving around the house and at one point they heard a baby crying the night before. He also said there was a weird noise like a howling coming from the chimney. The horror had terrorized them all night long. He looked very tired. He also asked if they knew where he could buy some horses cheap.
Noiree suggested staying in the house that night to see what happened but Elriya pointed out the attacks had been in different houses every night.
That is true, Noiree said.
It sounds like we need to go to the fallen keep, Arthelion said.
Thats where it seems to stem from, Elriya said. It is on this side of town.
If you stop it, wed be eternally grateful, Devek said.
How much? Kilb said.
I cant even afford horses Devek said.
I mean Kilb said.
Mayors pay you, Noiree said.
If you have any wagon wheels that need repaired, Ill fix em for free, Devek said.
Clothes are fine, Kilb said.
Can you take the peasants with you? Elriya said.
Just get the peasants to carry their stuff, Kilb said. Just make them a bunch of pack mules.
Youre slaves again, Arthelion said.
But not to orcs, Kilb said.
Stepping up! Arthelion said.
Just then Elriya remembered she had Kilbs bow and arrows back at the inn.
Do we just want to head for the keep then? Noiree said. Or do we want to do something tonight?
We have to meet our mysterious elf friend at the inn at lunchtime, Arthelion said. Also, I want to eat lunch.
That doesnt sound like a bad idea, Kilb said.
I still need to go buy clothes for the peasants, Elriya said.
I want to talk to your son, Arthelion said to Devek.
The man allowed him to talk to Zandor. The child was still very scared and told the wizard hed been terrified all night long, waking often to the sounds of someone moving around the house, a baby crying, and a noise from the chimney. When Arthelion asked the boy if he saw anything, he said he didnt. He only heard someone move around and scratching noises. The parents couldnt corroborate that information.
Noiree was confused as to why no one had died in the house.
Maybe they were just paranoid, Elriya said.
Maybe it was the face gourd, Kilb said.
The house did have a pumpkin. Kilb remembered taking the pumpkin from the house with the half-keg mounted over the door across town the night before.
* * *
Blackwood arrived at the Glaziers house but found the front and back doors of the long house both locked. He broke down the back door to find himself in a kitchen and living area. Every piece of furniture in the room had been knocked over, pulled down, or smashed to bits. He saw another door towards the front of the house and looked around the room carefully. He found tiny footprints next to a spilled bag of flour. He was unsure if it was a single set of prints moving back and forth or several little people.
The door led to a display room, the floor of which was covered with broken glass. The walls were lined with wooden display shelves, several of which had been knocked over. Only a few glasses and dishes remained unbroken amidst the thousands of shattered pieces. A bloodstain was under one of the fallen shelves. Two other doors led into the house and the front door was in the corner.
He went to the nearest of two doors and found a bedroom. The rooms contents were in utter disarray. Many personal belongings lay scattered on the floor including a spilled pouch of silver coins. Written in blood on the side of the dresser was GIVHAT MINE KEEP OUT in a rough script.
The last room was a glassworks. In the corner was a metal stove used for heating and molding glass.
He searched the house thoroughly but found nothing else of interest.
* * *
Arthelion left the house and went across the road to the house with a solid, well-kept porch embellishing the front. The windows had all been shuttered. There, he met Doland Mirklar, a carpenter and roofer lately turned the towns coffin builder and gravedigger. He lived there with two orphaned apprentices, Angus and Timmel. He told Arthelion he thought the ruined keep was haunted by ghosts of slain goblins.
Have you ever been to the fallen keep? Arthelion asked.
I did, Mirklar said.
He also noted his two apprentices had worked at the keep before the renovations were abandoned. Angus put his foot through a nail jutting out of the floor and Timmel had a chunk of rock dropped on his head. Arthelion wanted to talk to them and found both boys were frightened and thought the keep was haunted. Timmel thought it a mistake to rebuild it and thought anyone who stepped foot within it was cursed for life.
Who was the main builder? Arthelion asked. Who is the person who decided this was going to be the job?
The laird, Angus told him. He decided to rebuild it several months ago so the villagers would have a place of safety if the area was invaded by goblins.
* * *
Elriya want to the mender on the other side of town. Her house stood between Dalagars Provisions and the lairds house. Pounded into the front lawn of the property was a handsomely carved wooden sign with the words Village MenderOpen All Hours painted on it. The house was missing a few shingles and shutters.
She met Ylandra Morgyr, an average-looking young woman whom she learned lived alone. She was very skeptical of rumors concerning evil spirits and feared the village was beset by a crazed lunatic. She was also not a seamstress but a healer, mending people. One of the smaller rooms in the house was used as a hospital, complete with a patients bed and a locked medicine cabinet. By mender, they meant healer.
She apologized when she found out Elriya was trying to get clothing, noting people made their own clothing in the town. When Elriya asked where she could get fabric, the woman suggested the traders guild. Elriya thanked her and headed across town.
* * *
Noiree and Kilb went over to the workmans house where the second set of murders had taken place. They found the long house had front and back doors that were both locked. They crept to the back door and Noiree put her shoulder to it. It was solid but she quickly broke it down. She found herself in a large den. A fireplace was on one wall and all the walls were covered with hunting trophies. Scattered across the floor were a deck of cards, silver and copper coins, and other miscellaneous items. Another door led to the interior of the house.
Noiree quickly gathered the silver and copper coins.
Youre messing up the evidence, Kilb said.
Oh, Im sorry, Noiree said. Youre not going to get any?
No. This is a crime scene.
Oh, theyre all mine then. I have no money. I have no shame. This place is dead.
Typical dwarf, Kilb thought.
She gathered up the coins and pocketed them. Kilb peeked into the interior door while she did so and saw a narrow kitchen. A broken table lay in the center of the room. Various jars and food sacks lay broken and empty on the floor, their contents creating a multicolored carpet. Two doors were on the wall opposite the front door.
Kilb went into the room and opened the door closest to him. A blood-soaked, dwarf-sized bed rested against one wall of the room. Next to the bed lay an overturned wooden chest, its contents scattered across the floor: pieces of leather armor, a torn hunters cap, an emptied wineskin, a pair of bearskin gloves, six iron spearheads, and a spilled sack of copper coins. A small table had also been overturned, along with the lantern that once stood upon it. The room smelled of the spilled oil. On the headboard of the bed were words Kilb couldnt read.
Noiree arrived at the room a few moments later.
Theres more coins over there if you want them, Kilb said to the dwarf.
All right, bud, she replied.
Can you read?
They went to the last bedroom. It contained a blood-soaked bed, an overturned trunk, and a bearskin rug. The straw stuffing inside the mattress had been strewn across the floor along with the contents of the trunk: pieces of hide armor, two wooden candlesticks, a pouch, a heavy crossbow, and several broken bolts. Noiree picked up the heavy crossbow. All of the bolts were, unfortunately, broken.
Kilb noticed the straw pulled out of the mattress and wondered why the mattress in the other room hadnt been damaged.
* * *
Arthelion went to the next house. A rain-filled birdbath stood on the front lawn of the well-tended residence. A sign suspended above the door read Eregaulds Pottery & Clayworks. A clay, candlelit pumpkin peered through every glass pane. He knocked and talked to the village clayworker, Lorna Eregauld, who refused to open the door. She was willing to talk through the door but sounded terrified.
I want to know why they havent killed you yet, he called.
Go away! she cried out. Leave me alone! No!
Did you know the Deveks?
Leave me alone! Leave me alone! Go away! Go away!
Ive come here to buy pots!
Go away! Just go away!
He went around to the back door and found it locked as well. When he tried the latch, he hear a noise from inside the house and something hit the back door. The tip of a crossbow bolt protruded out of the door.
Im reloading! the woman within screamed. Get away from my house!
Youre no fun, Arthelion called.
He left, heading for the inn.
* * *
Elriya was heading for the traders hall when she ran into Arthelion going the same way. He did not seem happy to see the Halfling girl.
The walls of the building were in desperate need of paint, yet the structure itself seemed to have weathered the passage of time. Above the main door hung a sign that read Luskwald Traders Guild. The guild actually consisted of two buildings: the trade-hall and an adjoining stable sealed by a pair of heavy wooden doors.
They found the front door locked and Elriya knocked.
Who is it? a mans voice came from within. Whos there?
Im here to trade, she said. I need some cloth.
With a grunt, the man within opened the door. Arthelion abandoned dealing with the Traders Guild altogether and went back to the inn.
Elriya met Skaldar Larimil and Vaxalt Larimil, the two traders of the village. Skaldar was a large, friendly man. His brother was heftier and shorter. Skaldar was willing to sell some cheap fabric and for a cost of two gold coins, she was able to get enough to at least give makeshift cloaks to all of the commoners and former slaves.
* * *
When Blackwood got to the other murder house, he found the back door broken open and went inside. He heard a floorboard creak and thought someone was in the house. He put his hands on his weapons.
Both Noiree and Kilb, in the kitchen, heard someone enter the house. They readied their weapons. The two heard footsteps heading towards them. Noiree picked up broken table leg and then asked Kilb where she should throw it. Then she flung it into the next room.
Blackwood saw the table leg land on the ground. He moved to one side so he could see into the doorway. He saw Noiree alone in the kitchen of the house.
Its the guy we talked to earlier, she said.
Kilb peaked out.
Oh, its rogue man, the kobold said. Or cloak guy. Whichever sounds better.
Cripes man, I was going to hurt you, Noiree said to Blackwood.
Yeah, Kilb said. With that table leg.
Blackwood raised his eyebrows.
Have you found anything? he asked.
Yeah we, well - apparently they were after something, but we dont know what, Kilb said. Because theyve torn apart the mattress looking for something. I think.
Blackwood started looking around for footprints in the house but didnt find any. However, in the bedroom with the torn up mattress he found a candlestick with two very small, bloody handprints.
Oh! Can you read? Kilb asked.
He pointed out writing on the headboard.
Tell us what it says, Noiree said.
Please, Kilb said.
Blackwood looked at the words.
Were both very stupid, Noiree said.
Speak for yourself, all right? Kilb said.
The blood spelled out the words GIVHAT ORKIL.
I dont think whoever wrote this knows how to write well, Blackwood said. Give hot or kill?
Wait, what did you say? Kilb said.
I think they were trying to say Get out or kill, Blackwood said. Give hot or kill? I also saw something similar in one of the other houses. It said Give out mine keep out. So
Well, Im out of ideas, Noiree said.
Sounds like the keep is there a name for that place?
I dont know, Kilb said.
Are any of you familiar with these handprints? Blackwood said.
He showed them the candlestick.
Ive seen footprints around town of the same size, Blackwood said.
They searched the house. The pouch with silver coins falling out proved to have some gemstones in it as well. Kilb realized the blue quartz was worth 20 gold coins and thought the moss agate, though small, exceptionally fine and probably worth about 1,000 gold coins.
This is pretty good stuff, Kilb said. In case anyones wondering. At least this is.
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Ep 26 - The Antidote for Dark Power Poison
Jeffrey: We are very sorry about what happened here. The antidote will fight the poison for up to 18 days but the poison is too powerful. It will resist the antidote after. That is all we can do about it.
Marian: What are you saying?! We don't expect anyone can harm us like this! My husband will die because of that attack and this is all you can do!
Bill: No!!! There must be a way!
Jeffrey: I'm very sorry for what happened. We are just here to protect the people from these kind of creatures. We are not as powerful as the legendary fire master Protos. We can cover the damages that the hunter makes. He will be banned for hurting you.
Jeffrey: The hunter must hunt another powerful creature, and we are only here to tame them and rebuild the damages it inflicts.
Marian: My husband is dying! Can't you see?!
Bill: Sir, there must be a potion for that kind of poison.
Jeffrey: Dark power poison is a very rare kind of poison and we haven't found the right ingredients to eliminate it to the body of the victim. This antidote can eliminate some of the poison but not all of them. If we give another antidote, it can eliminate the body of the victim.
Matthew assisted Protos up the crater and starts to join the conversation.
Protos: There is a way.
All of them stops for a moment and then Bill asks his master.
Bill: What is it, master?
Protos: There is an abandoned portal in a planet that no one wants to go because no one comes back alive. In that planet, there's an improssoned village that has the most advanced medicines in this multiverse.
Protos: The village was imprisoned by a legendary electricty master that was gone a long time ago. We don't know the reason why the villagers were imprisoned but we strongly believe that the villagers are still alive, even today. A lot of hunters went to the planet to free the villagers because no one can make the same potion that they have that can cute even a dark power poison.
Jeffrey: What are you planning to do, Master?
Protos: I will send someone to the planet to free the villagers.
The family of Bill stays at Protos' apartment temporarily while the Globe Island Authorities banned Victor for what he has done and rebuild the damages and the house of the family.

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I'm testing the Pokéwalker now with a Hoppip I want to evolve into Skiploom, lets see how much maturity it gains from my interactions today.
Also, I've been playing on a Digimon adoptable clicking site too recently (One that actually uses sprites yaaay!)
Trying to get my current Digimon to the Mega level, so if you can click them that would be very much appriciated!
The only thing with this site is that there's no real FAQ for it. I see people with digieggs that I can't see in the primary village page. After looking at other people's pages, I'm assuming I have to get some of my Digimon to mega-level before the new eggs show up maybe?
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I came perilously close to breaking my corset
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This very depressing article from the Wall St. Journal has one bright spot — Brian! I don't love his site enough to wear his T-shirt, but I am rooting for him to find tru luv as he bucks this idiotic system.
The shift to rewarding generic popularity is the worst thing that's happened to online dating in the last couple years. As Sarah Schoomer, seemingly smart enough not to get all sorority-girl rushing Engage.com, admits, she found herself writing stuff just to be "provocative." What an unwinnable, time-wasting game.
And since when do you have to write back everyone who responds to your profile? I get it when they don't write back, I don't need a stranger telling me what he didn't like about my profile! Unless my picture has deadly spinach in its teeth, that I want to know.
My "art about online dating" category has been sorely underused in this blog. But suddenly what to my copyediting (at Time Out) eyes should appear but two (2) gallery shows about online dating!
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Jeffrey Aaronson, "Maybe It's You.†Aaronson ventured into the realm of online dating to find not one perfect cyber-match but many: Choosing from personals blurbs that intrigued him, he tracked down their creators and arrived at some compatible portrait subjects. Through Oct 7.
John Miller, "Total Transparency.†When Miller logged on to web sites like Lavalife.com and Womanline.com, his motivations were all business. The artist was fishing for data to incorporate into these photographic works that probe the social inner-workings of cyberspace dating. Sat 30–Nov 4
Here's John Miller's info. Maybe I'll go to his opening. Not to cruise him, though; not only is he "all business," but I'd have trouble with anyone who finds fruit more "grotesque than excrement." Huh?
Maybe I shouldn't snap-judge. I mean, you could be perfectly nice and be horrified by oranges, right? Maybe a jello trauma as a kid. And his fruit-and-miniature-town pie looks cute as can be.
and maybe spaded/neutered while you're at it. If I were these jerks [Not Safe For Work], I'd d be very nervous about pissing off all these men raring to beat, thrash, ream, whip, choke….
Only four days left to sign up for Hook Me Up. Once bored office workers run your life, it's bound to get better!
I'm reluctant to link to Wired since they fired brilliant columnist Gareth Branwyn but I'm struck by how their columnist normalizes adultery. Wired's always tended toward free-geek-love — that poly-tech link again — but she seems to assume she's writing for more polyamorists than monos.
Seems like we could be on this cusp between people keeping their vows as vague as possible in order to give themselves cheating leeway and spelling out the rules. Also between total privacy/secrecy and more gay-rights-type openness about alternative lifestyles. With everyone gaining their right to speak their love's name and with exhibitionist-voyeur an ever-more popular dyad, I wonder if the whole notion of sexual privacy mightn't just shrivel up and be replaced by its opposite.
"brave, brilliant and witty." That'll throw people off the track.
Thanks to Carolyn for this hilarious story. It's like the scene in Annie Hall where Marshall MacLuhan turns up to shush the annoying guy pontificating about him. Except Lee Siegel didn't just fantasize, he actually conjured up his defender and biggest fan.
And here's more.
It's obvious that online dating is a dream opportunity for market researchers — all that personal information to add to what the commercial/governmental They already have on us from tracking our movements around the Web. But this story from the Wall Street Journal about Yahoo hiring especially schmancy economists to sift our info even finer freaks me a bit further out.
[R]esearchers are looking at the information Yahoo collects about its users' activities. That starts with nearly every click and includes what services consumers use in what sequence and which color of buttons they click on most. The company records over 12 terabytes of data daily — the equivalent of about half the information contained in all of the books in the Library of Congress, according to some estimates.
Yahoo and other Internet companies already use some of what they know about consumers' online habits to target Internet advertising: A user who searches for "Ford Explorer" might see an ad for a sports-utility vehicle when he looks at a news Web site….. a challenge [for the sites] is not to creep out users with blatant matches that serve as a reminder they're being tracked, such as switching all the ads to those for credit cards if a user clicks on a card offer.
I just know if I hit the blue button enough, an SUV will appear in my food dish, but damn, my paw is getting sore.
And I also know those studying our terabytes say to the Luddite objecters, 'Lighten up. Super-targeted advertising is simply news you can use, nothing sinister in trying to position your product as close as possible to consumer desire.' The story even reassures us paranoid hippies that this type of research will benefit mankind:
[Yahoo Poo-bah] Mr. Fayyad recruited Prabhakar Raghavan, a former IBM Research veteran who was also wooed by Google and Microsoft, to head the push. Mr. Fayyad told Mr. Raghavan he would be disappointed if Yahoo's effort didn't produce a Nobel Prize.
Which Nobel prize would that be? I'm guessing not peace, or medicine, or literature. The claims to mankind-betterment seem especially silly given the example of getting people to buy SUVs or this: "Researchers also believe collating Web activity can be used to predict future events, such as box-office openings and home sales." Only in the Wall St. Journal Church of Capitalism do manipulatable sales of movie tickets and houses count as "future events," like an earthquake or a flood.
I also love how these Nobel scientists are using their powers to keep The Wrong Sort of Man from bothering pretty women on online dating sites.
If I get sent an ad for Das Kapital after I post this, we'll know the terabyte-sifting is working.


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With a 3-8-1 record away from home and sitting only two points behind the Habs for the final wildcard spot in the East, if the Senators want to make a push for a playoff spot in the spring they need to start reeling off some victories to make it reality.
"You don't have a different mindset on the road," said alternate captain Matt Duchene before the club's trip here Monday. "You come in and you want to try to feel the same as you do at home. We've had a good home record and we want to keep it going."
The Senators have played better defensively in victories over the New York Rangers (3-0 Thursday) and the San Jose Sharks (6-2) Saturday and that mindset can't change as the club faces the Habs for the second time this season.
After being outplayed in losses in Minnesota (6-4) and Dallas (6-4), the Senators made adjustments to their defensive game before a 4-2 loss to the New York Rangers last Monday at Madison Square Garden. Since then, there has been a difference in the play.
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As a result, the Senators have put their young players in situations where they can have scoring success, but the club has given up a league-high 109 goals 27 games while ranking second on offence with 98. An improvement in their own end is a must.
"We knew it would take a long time, and it still will take some more time, for the young guys to get that experience," said Boucher. "We're still living that process. Just before the Ranger game, we started a second step for us.
"We knew we had confidence for our offensive game and now we know we've got to grow individually defensively. As a team we collectively made a major commitment to improve in our structure (and) details defensively. There's a huge commitment from our players to getting better defensively as whole.
With three straight wins, the Senators feel they're headed in the right direction.
"We were trying to focus on being better in our own zone and in the last three games that's where we really took a big step in the right direction," said defenceman Thomas Chabot, who played 26:23 and had two assists in the victory over the Sharks.
"That's where we want to keep going. It's a long season and things are going well for now, but we want to keep it rolling."
Chabot said giving up less scoring chances puts less pressure on goaltender Craig Anderson to make the key saves. The Senators have been outshot 1,022-to-808 this season. The last couple of games have been a step in the right direction.
"First things first, we give up way less scoring chances which gives Andy a huge help," Chabot said. "He's been great since the start of the year for us and one thing we've really been trying to focus on is scoring chances against.
"That's something we're doing a better job at but it's something we want to work and get better at."
The road is a big test because Boucher has spoken at length this year about the fact he doesn't get the first change and that's a huge disadvantage with young players learning their way.
"On the road, the opponent feels comfortable, they give you the matchups they want, so you always rely on your quality depth on the road," said Boucher. "You don't have enough quality depth you can't be good on the road.
"We're slowly developing the depth because our young guys are getting experience. Our team commitment is better defensively now and I think you've seen four lines that are able to show good stuff on both sides of the ice.
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Christopher Columbus Unit Study
Dateline: 10/8/05
Dh wants me to do a unit study on Columbus Day. I have a real problem with the unit studies I have found since they are all bubbly and happy and Columbus tames the savage country and all that cheezy stuff. I am looking for something that isn't "Columbus: The first US terrorist," but isn't "… and we all lived happily ever after" either. Is there something that is somewhere in between that explains what really happened without traumatizing the kids?
Our Yahoo Group (Now defunct) had been trying to help Dotchi out, as many are interested in this subject, too. How do we help our young children understand the impact of Columbus on America when it seems the materials out there are either bleak or too white washed for children about 7 – 11 years old?
This page is an attempt to help parents see all sides of the controversy so that they can better evaluate material they present to their children regarding Columbus and his times, according to the age and maturity of their children.
Here are some of the suggestions.
Dotchi, What about putting some basic stuff together yourself such as just the facts m'am and only the facts kind of thing? We have just finished discussing this in our native American unit and early explorers in North America…. I just basically said that there were others and told about them, the Bering Land Bridge theory, other possible early explorers. Regarding Columbus we just put him into perspective of so many others who came also. I mean, we did talk about the fact that we (in the US) consider Columbus the first because that is how our history books are written but they had to think about what if the Vikings had stayed or the Spanish had the whole country, etc.?
We live in the SW and for the most part we really discussed the Spanish. They do not celebrate Columbus Day here except for the federal employees. As for all the bad stuff that happened later, I would only discuss things for their age and by sticking with the facts. It gives them a good foundation to say they knew who he was but that he was not the only one and not the first! That way he becomes another person in history and not the end all and be all of the new world!
I hope this is making sense I am writing on the fly making dinner… Take care.
I think the thing to point out is that whenever one culture has "invaded" another, change happens. It is happening right now in Iraq. It is happening in many states just as a result of Cajuns moving in where there were no Cajuns before!
Did you read the story about the welcome party Salt Lake Mormons threw for the Cajun hurricane refugees that came there? I'm just trying to imagine the social scene of white Mormons trying to figure out New Orleans blacks and having a Cajun food and music fest. Could Salt Lake wind up being a new capital of jazz?
While we've come a long way to understanding and respecting those of other cultures, we still have a long way to go. Talk with you little children about how in your family you have certain standards and traditions, and then ask them if their friends have exactly the same or different ones. One family may have a "thing" about doing chores and getting the house neat each morning. While a neighbor could care less! In your own neighborhood do SOME people think they are always RIGHT, and lord it over others they feel are WRONG or DIFFERENT?
Oh! I just got the neatest book! I get samples every once in awhile.
Anthony and the Magic Picture Frame
By Michael S. Class
In it, the author has taken deliberately posed photos of his son and done a great job in PhotoShop of editing his son into historic photos. On the cover he is walking on the moon With Neil Armstrong. The story is told through the eyes of 12 year old Anthony who discovers that the picture frame on his bedroom wall has amazing properties. Anthony begins to live modern American history. In the back of the book are tons of resources.
My thought was: help your son imagine being either one of the sailors on Columbus' ships or one of the natives on the island where he landed. Find some illustrations of Columbus online and then take a photo of your child, cut it out, and place it in the photo. It will take some doing to get the sizes of the people right. What would it have been like to sail past what was thought to be the edge of the earth… and not fall off?
Now the natives that Columbus met were in the middle of a war with their neighbors. They wanted to "use" Columbus and his men to aid them in this war. Columbus thought these folks were going to give him tons of gold. No one is entirely innocent of greed in this story. Any parallels with Iraq and oil are just coincidence… or do we never learn the lessons of history?
Remember, though, that unlike schoolers, you can return to a topic again and again through the years. You don't HAVE to teach "Columbus" and then forget all about him. Little kids will get some of the concepts and older ones more complicated ones. The point is to understand that the study of history is a lot like the TV show "Cold Case." New evidence shows up, old clues make new sense, and our culture changes so we see things differently.
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I don't know if this will help much, but I had the same concerns last year. This is what we did. First, before covering Columbus, we covered the Americas. And the Indians. Then, using books and maps as aides, the summary went like this: Columbus was looking for an easy way to get to the Indies (and why). He didn't know the Americas were in the way. He 'bumped' into them. Since he thought he was in the Indies, he called the people he met there, "Indians." Eventually, he figured out he wasn't in the Indies….and all that led to the eventual colonization of the Americas by Europeans.
My kids were five at the time. Like you, I didn't want to fill their heads with all the grizzly details. But hopefully, nothing was inconsistent with their later learning that Columbus kind of had exploitation on his mind. I guess only time will tell.
I just browsed through the library books until I found a couple that weren't making him out to be too heroic. They were there. I don't recall the name of it, but there was even one (a picture book), that was made up of some of his entries from the ship's log. Kind of interesting.
Hope there is something here that can help.
Our teaching of Columbus and the Native Americans of the United States of America went a little different. While we didn't tell our son all of the details, we did find child-friendly sites that talked about slavery of the Native peoples of this land and the greed that Europe had. It is tough finding a balance, but it is possible to both teach children about the disrespect of indigenous peoples because of non-understanding religious differences and a different relationship they had with the land and each other, while protecting them from every aspect of what that means.
I know my son was in a class making Thanksgiving Day crafts for first grade and the teacher was talking about Columbus and then the Pilgrims. Andrew ended up correcting her on her facts and was able to give a full picture to the entire class of 1st graders. While it may have changed the concept of the art project, the class was better for it, as these lessons are the seedlings for all future history lessons.
We are also Revolutionary War Reenactors as a family. The lessons reenacting teaches children is amazing. I see little 4 and 5 year olds educating adults on factual information about the British and the Colonials and what actually happened. I see children of all ages, from birth on up, really able to take part in history as a hands on lesson.
It is difficult knowing whether your child is ready for a truthful discussion about history, but I would suspect most children are and would be very open the countless dialogues after that.
Who Got There First?
The Indians' Discovery of Columbus
It is by examining events from the perspective of the Indians that we gain real insight into the tremendous culture clash that occurred in the New World and that we can judge events more for their impact on those conquered. By Christine Elmore.
What is myth? What is fact? Learn about Scandinavian history, play games, and explore with the Vikings.
Did Columbus discover Chinese food in America?
According to Menzies, the Chinese were the first to round the Cape of Good Hope, to reach the Americas, and to circumnavigate the world.
Columbus for Kids
Fun facts, games, and crafts for kids about Columbus.
Consequences of Columbus
Whatever else may be said of Columbus, write the editors, he had consequences, and those consequences "hold the key to the meaning of Columbus' voyages." By Robert Royal, author of 1492.
Did Christopher Columbus see himself on an apocalyptic mission?
We tend to think of Christopher Columbus as an explorer, a discoverer. … In reality, while that is all true, Columbus was also a man of his day, which meant that he was a man who took apocalyptic teachings, who took biblical passages very, very literally.
Don't Know Much About American History: Brave New World
Europeans didn't discover what they came to call the "New World" any more than bears discovered honey. The land was just new to them because they hadn't known it existed.
Just Where Was Columbus?
Pinpointing the explorer's whereabouts on October 12, 1492.
Man's Best Came with Columbus
If you are a fan of Ayn Rand, you'll like this commentary. Underlying the political collectivism of the anti-Columbus crowd is a racist view of human nature. They claim that one's identity is primarily ethnic. By Michael S. Berliner.
Original Sources (Translations from Latin)
Christopher Columbus: Extracts from Journal
This document is the from the journal of Columbus in his voyage of 1492.
The Columbus Letter
Concerning the Islands Recently Discovered in the Indian Sea. The following is a literal translation from Latin. Although this will be rather strange to modern readers, it has been done to provide students with a flavor of the original text.
Christopher Columbus, Letter to Luis de Sant' Angel (1493)
Then, as soon as their minds were reassured about us, every one came, men as well as women, so that there remained none behind, big or little; and they all brought something to eat and drink, which they gave with wondrous lovingness.


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The Fiorentina and Colombia winger was looked at in the summer but remained in Florence after impressing at the World Cup.
He was, reportedly, also a target for Barcelona and Bayern Munich.
And, according to reports in Italy, the 26-year-old's contract negotiations have broken down.
He currently earns under a £1m a year and is hoping for a much bigger pay packet having attracted so much interest.
With United splashing £150m - and mainly on attacking players - in the summer, Cuadrado may no longer be a viable option for Louis van Gaal unless he plans on returning to the 3-5-2 he used in the opening games of the season and sees him as the answer at right wing back.
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With Patient Prism's patent-pending call visualization, you can go straight to the parts of the recorded call where your staff lost the opportunity.
You can also read a brief call analysis by a human call coach at Patient Prism®. The coach offers tips for how the call agent can reverse the loss.
Patient Prism® is much more than software for tracking incoming phone calls.
"What really got my attention is that it sends an email to someone when the office has missed an opportunity. It says, 'Hey, you blew an opportunity worth $1,500 or $10,000. Go see if you can retrieve this patient.' That, to me, is huge."
"When a phone call comes in for a call-center agent and there's a missed opportunity, the supervisor at the call center is alerted by someone else who is auditing the phone calls."


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After a leak during Sunday's E3 festivities, Dead Rising 4 has been confirmed during the Microsoft E3 press conference. Dead Rising is an over-the-top zombie games where you take on hordes of zombies with unique and crazy weapons. If you've ever fantasized about the zombie apocalypse, but prefer the more light-hearted escapades, Dead Rising is the games series for you.
Microsoft confirmed that the character from the first game, Frank West, would be making an appearance, and it would be taking place in Colorado in the same town as the original Dead Rising. Players were confined inside a mall during Dead Rising, however Dead Rising 4 gives player the entire town to spend their zombie wet-dream in.
Dead Rising 4 has been confirmed for a holiday 2016 release, with a more concrete date soon to come.