D&D Adventure #3: Vicious Circle

[Grimmie]

I don't want to interrupt.

There's a librarian at the foot of the ladder holding a butterfly net, looking hopeful that he can assist.

[Dog Pants]

I'll cajole Glib to the inn and pour a beer into him.

[Roman Totale]

Oh, and I think we should also have a word with the priests to see if they know why a demon was hiding out in the library - this could be the start of some epic storyline for all we know!

[shot2bits]

should we start by letting the librarians know they had a demon in the attick?

[Dog Pants]

Yeah, probably. They might wonder otherwise.

[shot2bits]

orovan will do the honours then

he will grab desmonds remains and dangle them over the ladder and cheerfully shout down to the bloke with the net

Mellow greetings friend! it would appear that your collecting of the malformed graffitied trees in these library places has caused this disturbed creature to wreak havok, we put a stop to him but our extravagant friend doesnt appear to be in the best of ways right now so perhaps you could clean up a bit for us?

that should do it

are we heading to the priests or the pub first? and do we want to have a poke about to see if theres anything interesting here besides books before we go?

[FatherJack]

Thor glances at Orovan, then shouts down the ladder.

There was a demon in your attic. We killed it.

His eyes flick to Glib and then back to the ladder.

Our friend's in a bad way and needs a rest.

He takes in Desmond's splattered remains, the chunks of gore and bloody bird feathers.

Uh..sorry about the mess.

He grins at the party at what he hopes is an encouraging way, but it looks more like a nervous/weary grimace to them.

All he sees in books is dead trees and evil ideas, too - but doesn't want to antagonise the poindexters too much since the party did trash their loft and Glib's tales of them turning people into frogs still echo in his memory.

[Dog Pants]

Oh, we're there any dire feathers left behind? I'll gather any up for the fletcher.

[Roman Totale]

Capering aside then, as it appears to have slowed things down.

Dear sirs, I do believe you may have some sort of supernatural animal infestation on your hands. Firstly I have witnessed several frogs leaping around the bookshelves of the main library. I had first thought it to be the work of some evil wizard enforcing a rather strict policy of silence. Now we have found demons and demonic birds in the attic that have attempted to poison and murder us! I am outraged, and will be talking to my local member of parliament. Unless of course you can shed some light on what has been going on and put our minds at ease...

Yours sincerely

Count Otto von Glibberig esq

That's spoken by the way, not a letter.

[Roman Totale]

Gramah!

[Grimmie]

Apologies, I think I overloaded on beard. Just needed to step away for a bit.

The slightly stunned librarian advances up the ladder and listens to each of the party in turn, his eyebrows arched together sympathetically. A gentle nod of understanding's given to each one of you, and his strained expression turns to disgust as he catches sight of the dispatched demon. Heeding Forenrond's advice from earlier;

I'll f-fetch a mop.

And starts to descend again.

The librarians offer to clean up the mess for you and offer to have their in-house scholars to examine the corpse in more detail. If any of you currently have a "Sack" in your inventory, it'll be plenty big enough to fold Desmond up in to if you want to take him on your travels. He's only a wee thing.

Forenrond, yes there are feathers dotted around the floor from the birdie's earlier flapping. You manage to get ten that aren't soaked in gore and still look reasonably useful to a fletcher.

Glibberig, apart from feeling a little unsteady from the earlier attribute damage from his initial poisoning, is fine. If asked, St. Cuthbert's priests reassure you that Glibberig will be just fine with a couple of night's good bed-rest. Billet Anson personally offers to cast Lesser Restoration on the bard (for free, no less!) to speed his recovery along, so long as Forenrond vouches for him.

[Dog Pants]

Course I will. He's a lovely chap. Wouldn't trust him as far as I could throw him.

[Grimmie]

Assuming Glibberig accepts the kind gesture, Anson will calmly close his eyes rest his hand on the Gnome's shoulder for what feels like a full half minute, and then remove it. There's no flashy light show or sudden blast of healing warmth, just an alleviation of the shakes and a calmness.

There, all better. How do you feel?

[Roman Totale]

Glibberig frantically checks his limbs and body before turning to the others

Has he turned me into a frog? Oh gods above please don't let him have turned me into a frog! I knew we should never have meddled in the affairs of wizards - they're not very subtle about quickly turning you into a frog!

He takes a small steel mirror from his pack and examines his reflection

Oh thank goodness for that - I thought for a moment that the infamous sorcerer of Ordhedge had got me! I nearly had to find a princess to kiss me and turn me back

He glances at Shankley

No need, fair Forenrond, though your concern is duly noted, and even somewhat flattering. And thank you, priest, for curing me of my life threatening ailment - I felt the life ebbing from me.

But now to business - I must inform the widow Pyn of our findings.

[Dog Pants]

You do look a little green.

[Roman Totale]

Right then, I suppose I'll make my way to the widow's house.

[shot2bits]

Sorry i was was too busy to doing a werks to reply when you posted

The librarians offer to clean up the mess for you and offer to have their in-house scholars to examine the corpse in more detail. If any of you currently have a "Sack" in your inventory, it'll be plenty big enough to fold Desmond up in to if you want to take him on your travels. He's only a wee thing.

I dont much fancy lugging a rotting demon corpse around the place but is it possible for me to take his face after the scholars are done examining it? assuming we left it with them that is

[Grimmie]

I dont much fancy lugging a rotting demon corpse around the place but is it possible for me to take his face after the scholars are done examining it? assuming we left it with them that is

They'd rather you didn't cut the face off an unholy creature, and will likely be examining it for weeks to come if you leave it with them. It's not every day an unholy extra-planar demon pops up in your loft after all.

News hasn't spread quite yet, but there are a few librarians talking hurriedly to one another, and they'll appeal to any one of your party to find out whether or not you believe that the creature has been what's been causing trouble in town for the past few days.

Right then, I suppose I'll make my way to the widow's house.

You actually catch Emma walking across the town green towards the bakers, she's in a long-sleeved dress belted around the waist and carries a woven basket with a cloth over the top. She looks a little startled by your re-appearance

Captain!

[Roman Totale]

It's just occurred to me that maybe the widow summoned the demon for some nefarious reason. Oh well.

M'lady - is there somewhere that we might talk in private? I bring news of your husbands killer, and justice of the most extreme kind.

Does anyone have good Sense Motive? Might be worth listening to what she says just in case she is hiding something.

[Dog Pants]

I have Sense Motive, but only at rank 2. I'll tag along anyway to keep an eye on poor, ill Glibberig.