Back to Town
Vilhelmus could feel the steam soaking into his tired and aching muscles, slowly loosening the knots. The physicians at the hospital had done a good job of sewing him up the day before. The pungent smell of the poultice they had used had become aromatic in the steam room. Lukos who was sitting next to him got up and headed out, saying he was going to head back to the villa to grab some food.
The bath house was getting crowded, the pre-dinner crowd had arrived and it was getting noisy. Deciding to head for somewhere quieter, he headed to the cooling pool before heading out. As he arrived he saw Lozan get out and towel off. She hurried up and got dressed, joining Lukos on the way out. As Vilhelmus waded into the cool water, he wondered how Oberron was faring and if he would ever see the strange dwarf again.
Ivanova slowly knelt down beside the duck pond near their villa. The morning sun was climbing higher and the air grew warm. The mallards in the pond quietly quacked as they frolicked in the water. Ivanova had her armor and weapons laid out on a blanket. She began cleaning and mending each piece of her armor like how her grandfather Borris has taught her. She quietly hummed a song she had been taught by the Swanmays.
After cleaning her armor, she began to clean her weapons. She noted with some dismay she was running low on arrows, time to by some more. The bustling sound of the forum could be heard off in the distance. Ivanova wondered if she might also find some curatives in the market.
Avery & Garrick
The fever burned hot in the elven twins, they twisted and moaned in their sleep. The sheets were damp with sweat as the illness burned away inside of him. Lynara and Lozan dipped strips of rag into bowls of cool water. They used the rags to cool the elves as best they could. Priestess Genelan came by and feed each of the brothers a curative broth. The priestess assured them both the elves would recover in time.
The forum was busy as Vilhelmus made his way through the stalls looking for a decent sword. He noticed an old man sitting next to a thread bare blanket. Displayed on the blanket were old trinkets and junk. One item caught his eye and drew him over. There was a sword sheathed inside a ratty scabbard. The sword was of imperial design, an older version of the current legion sword known as a Kopis. Vilhelmus picked up the sword and unsheathed it. The blade was still bright and sharp. He haggled with the old man for a moment and purchased the sword.
The old man cackled as he fondled all of the gold he just got. Vilhelmus had moved on and noticed his cousin haggling with a merchant over some glass vials. Vilhelmus walks over to his cousin.
Ivanova walked into the Quartermasters office looking for Koinus. The old man was hunched over a scroll making tic marks with a quill. He greeted Ivanova warmly and asked her how he could help. She told him she needed a resupply of arrows. The old man quickly appeared with a bundle of arrows, they talked for a time before Ivanova bid farewell.
As she left she could see Lozan heading towards the hospital. Every day the blade dancer went there to look after the elven twins. She waved at Lozan and turned and marched down to the forum to see what other items she might purchase.
In the forum, she browsed the stalls and came across a travelling merchant who had several potions of healing for sell. She was about to haggle with the merchant when her cousin Vilhelmus appears and helps her negotiate with the merchant.
Ivanova walks off in a huff as the price is too high, while Vilhelmus goes ahead and purchases a vial.
The merchant cackles as he counts his gold as Vilhelmus walks away.
Vilhelmus, Ivanova & Lozan
The afternoon sun had just begun to set as Vilhelmus settled into his favorite spot at the taverna. He had spent the day at the fort drilling with some of the legionnaires getting use to his new sword. Lozan had found him and let him know that the elven brother’s fever had finally broken and they should be on their feet in a couple of days.
Soon a group of legionaries joined Vilhelmus at his table, today sparring partners. Soon the wine was flowing as were the stories and tales that all soldiers and sailors carried with them,
[VILHELMUS ROLLS 1, CRITICAL FAIL]
[VILHELMUS GAINS STATUS SMASHED]
More wine is order and the men drink heavily. They soon began to sing military hymns and marches.
[VILHELMUS ROLLS 20, CRITICAL SUCCESS]
[VILHELMUS NEW STATUS INEBRIATED]
Soon Lozan and Ivanova arrive and join the festivities. The ladies order several more amphora of wine
[LOZAN HAS JOINED THE PARTY]
[IVANOVA HAS JOINED THE PARTY]
The ladies order several more amphora of wine for everyone. Bowls are raised and toasts are made.
[VILHELMUS ROLLS 7, FAIL]
[LOZAN ROLLS 1, CRITICAL FAIL]
[IVANOVA ROLLS 9, FAIL]
[VILHELMUS GAINS STATUS SMASHED]
[LOZAN GAINS STATUS SMASHED]
[VILHELMUS GAINS STATUS INEBRIATED]
The last embers of sunlight fade as the sun sinks beyond the horizon in the west. Oil lamps have been lit and more wine is drunk
[VILHELMUS ROLLS 3, FAIL]
[LOZAN ROLLS 2, FAIL]
[IVANOVA ROLLS 4, FAIL]
VILHELMUS GAINS STATUS SOZZLED
LOZAN GAINS STATUS BLOTTO
VILHELMUS GAINS STATUS PLASTERED
[DRUNKEN DEBAUCHERY REACHED]
The fever had finally broken two days ago and Avery finally felt normal. Garrick had already left the hospital and so Avery made his way to the officers barrack to see Lynara.
Lynara was waiting for him, she had the day off and she wanted to spend it with him. They first went to the quartermaster to see about finding Avery some better armor. Koinos was there playing a game with Ivanova.
Koinos looks around and he pulls out a set of Banded Plate armor. He offers it to Avery at the price of 50 gold pieces and Avery’s old armor as trade-in.
Leaving the Quartermaster’s Office, Avery and Lynara went to go see Mayln. The mage was asleep but one of his assistants was there. Avery negotiated trading his remaining blood lilies for 1 potion of cure wounds.
Eventually Avery and Lynara, found themselves outside the fort, on the banks of the river beneath a Willow Tree. They had spread out a blanket and enjoyed a bottle of wine with some cheese and bread. Lynara nestled her head in Avery’s arms and breathed a sigh of contentment. Avery looked down at her, cupping her face with his hand and leaned in to place a passionate kiss upon her ruby lips.
Later that evening Lynara and Avery headed to the bath house. They passed Garrick heading back to the fort; Garrick said nothing as he seemed a man determined to get somewhere. As the pair approached the bathhouse, Avery felt the call of nature and excused himself and headed to the outhouse. Lynara, who was standing outside, jumped in surprise when she heard Avery cry out.
“BLOODY AVATARS OF PAIN! SWEET MOTHER CALYFRA! WHY DOES IT BURN! IT IS LIKE PISSING DAGGETRS!
The fever had finally broken two days ago and Garrick finally felt normal. Garrick left the hospital and made his way out of the fort and down the hill to the forum.
Shopping around Garrick looked to replace much of the gear he lost. Checking out the different stalls in the forum, he came across a beautifully crafted dwarven steel crossbow with a raven motif etched into in and a matching bolt case with raven fletched bolts. At another stall he found a good length of hemp rope and a. iron grappling hook. Satisfied with his new purchase, Garrick headed to the Tavernos to quench his first.
Kicking back, Garrick slowly sipped the honey laced wine and watched the day to day bustle of the village. A small form caught Garrick’s eye and quickly got his attention. A rather busty female halfling weaved through the crowd balancing a tray of baked good. Garrick motioned to her and the halfling sauntered over, swaying her broad hips. The young lass had hair the color of straw framing a broad pleasant face. Blue eyes the color of sea peered out of long eye lashes.
“How much for the sweets, my sweet” said Garrick coyling
“Oi, for a tall dark handsome stranger like you, a copper,” said the lass in a loud brassy voice.
“Do they taste as sweet as I think you do” said Garrick using his best seductive voice.
“Oi, why don’t we head over to the stable and find out” the halfling said in a smoky whisper. She gave Garrick a toothy smile, well as toothy as her as four remaining teeth would allow her.
Garrick soon found himself flat on his back on a pile of hay in the Inn’s Stable. The halfing has discarded any pretense of fair maidenhood as she quickly loosened her bodice and hiked up her ……
Several hours later, Garrick headed over to the bath house to wash the hay and sweat off. The halfling lass had been quite energetic. Feeling the call of nature, Garrick stopped off to relieve himself. As he urinated, Garrick felt a familiar burning sensation has had felt once before.
“_Bloody Hell, Not Again!_” Garrick quickly laced up his pants and headed to the hospital.
“I wonder if I can get Ivanova to Lay on Hands on me”