"Under the Red Sky" IC Pathfinder E6

[Stormageddon]

Caelain looks nonplussed for a moment, and slowly responds to Tysalat. ...I had not thought of that. I'll see if I can find the leader of this place. Although it galls him to have to ask permission to conduct his experiments, Caelain doesn't find the prospect of another mob calling for his exile pleasant. He strides out into the twilit compound, headed for the large building near its center.

The building is a large wooden temple with simple cravings depicting different Warden Images and Myths. People wearing blue robes are milling around preforming different day to day task, herding farm animals, preparing food, etc . There is a large double door that's open leading into the temple.

[JackRose]

While Caelain goes to ask permission for his experiments, Rupert heads to the inn. He's spent a good part of his life in establishments like this, and right now he want little more than a stiff drink on someone else's tab, and the attention of his peers.

[White_Drake]

Caelain strides through the temple's open doors, looking around for someone who appears to be in a position of power.

[BarnabasBailey]

Maechus nodded, getting the horses free of the carts and leading them to the stables. Finally. The end of the day was in sight. Just a few more mundane little chores to do, a few more loose ends to tie up, and he would be safe. Well, safe-ish. It... was probably best for his sanity if he could just forget the dangers that lurked in the woods around them. At least, not while he was in the state he was in.

With the horses securely away, he was off to the inn. He needed... something. Food, water, somewhere to fall down and sleep for a week? Probably best to get all that done in order. He took a moment to look about the in, coming in a moment or two behind Rupert, to see what kind of accommodations he was looking at.

[Saidoro]

Kona heads back to the carts, making sure everything is covered in case of rain before returning to rejoin Tysalat in the courtyard.
Probably best to find your dinner now, they won't be keeping much warm this late and the others are already headed that way. Sounds like we can't do the funerals for a bit anyway.

[Stormageddon]

The Inn: The sign outside displays a golden Boar. On the inside is a large common area much like ones you've seen before. It is busy, large amount of people are sitting around drinking, or playing cards. The bartender is busy serving drinks to people. The are stairs going up to a balcony that has many doors on the second story.

[Stormageddon]

Caelain strides through the temple's open doors, looking around for someone who appears to be in a position of power.

The inside of the temple is much different than the humble outside. Inside looks like it has been converted into a war room of sorts. There is a large table with maps displayed in a disorganized manner. The furniture looks expensive and a banner of blue with a green orb that represents the Keepers is hanged from every wall. At the head of the table is an elf woman dressed in fine blue robes. People seem to be reporting to her.

[White_Drake]

Walking up to room's main table, Caelain waits for a pause in the conversation before interjecting his piece. Excuse me, I am a traveler staying at the inn, and I need to know the local laws on a certain subject.Turning to the elf woman, he continues. You seem to have the requisite authority to clarify the matter.

[Smileybastard]

Tysalat

Tysalat nods to Kona and smiles. You're right. Lets go and see about some food.

[JackRose]

Rupert approaches the bartender and orders an ale, and then does his best to engage the patrons in conversation, recounting the story of the ambush, with especial emphasis on the heroics of Maechus.

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Taking ten on Perform Oratory, for a total of eighteen, trying to convince the bar patrons to buy Maechus drinks.

[BarnabasBailey]

Maechus sat down at one of the nearest tables. What a day. He looked around, spotting Rupert talking with a group of people. Well, at least he was enjoying himself. Maechus seemed to remember Rupert calling himself a bard or something during the trip. That sounded like a nice job. Telling stories, entertaining people... it all sounded so...

Wait. What was he talking about? Was he... talking about Maechus? Playing him up like some kind of hero? Maechus' face burned as he hopped to his feet. "No. No, no, no..." He strode over to Rupert, mortified. "Stop that. I didn't... Mister Hawkins? Mister Hawkins!"

[Saidoro]

Kona nodded to Tysalat and set off towards the inn, keeping stride with the taller man. She turned slightly to face him as she walked and began talking.
So, do you guard caravans for a living or were you just getting some coin on the way to New Orcus?

[Stormageddon]

Walking up to room's main table, Caelain waits for a pause in the conversation before interjecting his piece. Excuse me, I am a traveler staying at the inn, and I need to know the local laws on a certain subject.Turning to the elf woman, he continues. You seem to have the requisite authority to clarify the matter.

The elven woman pauses and regards you for a long moment. When she speaks she speaks slowly, and with a voice of authority. "I am the Head Keeper of this camp. You may ask your question."

[Stormageddon]

Rupert approaches the bartender and orders an ale, and then does his best to engage the patrons in conversation, recounting the story of the ambush, with especial emphasis on the heroics of Maechus.

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Taking ten on Perform Oratory, for a total of eighteen, trying to convince the bar patrons to buy Maechus drinks.

People seem impressed with your tale of heroics, and a couple of people offer to buy you a drink for more stories.

[Smileybastard]

Tysalat

Tysalat smiles at Kona. I seek to travel in general, learn of the world and protect people, but coin is always useful.

[Saidoro]

Kona half leads the way into the inn, keeping up the conversation while ambling towards the head of the room.
That it is. You seemed really on top of things after the attack so I thought you might have done something like this before. I was along for about the same reason, I needed to get to New Orcus for some family business, but they couldn't give me much money, just supplies, so I couldn't pay my way as a passenger.
Reaching her destination, Kona turned from her comrade to face the bartender.
We just got in and need some dinner. What have you got?

[Stormageddon]

Kona half leads the way into the inn, keeping up the conversation while ambling towards the head of the room.
That it is. You seemed really on top of things after the attack so I thought you might have done something like this before. I was along for about the same reason, I needed to get to New Orcus for some family business, but they couldn't give me much money, just supplies, so I couldn't pay my way as a passenger.
Reaching her destination, Kona turned from her comrade to face the bartender.
We just got in and need some dinner. What have you got?

"We have a mutton stew. It's not the best, but it's what we got." Replies the bartender."

[White_Drake]

Caelain takes a moment to carefully arrange his response. The caravan I was hired to guard, a shipment of food to New Orcus, was ambushed by kobolds. We suffered losses, and the rest of my party is at the inn. I have two cadavers--one kobold, and one dire rat, which they were using as an attack animal--which I intend to study. In view of your hospitality, I thought it best to bring the matter to your attention, and to ascertain whether you had an objection. Also, I hoped to ask where such a matter could be carried out. I doubt that any possible stains would complement your inn's décor.

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[JackRose]

"And in addition to his other virtues, it seems he's modest, too," concluded Rupert, as Maechus interjected. He pushed one of the drinks offered him towards the swordsman, and turned back to his audience. "So I'll take my next tale from a more historical genre. How many of you have heard the tale of Count Vasron's Construct Wife?"

Without waiting for much a reply, he launches into the bawdy, innuendo laced tale, usually a favorite with a drinking crowd.

[Stormageddon]

Caelain takes a moment to carefully arrange his response. The caravan I was hired to guard, a shipment of food to New Orcus, was ambushed by kobolds. We suffered losses, and the rest of my party is at the inn. I have two cadavers--one kobold, and one dire rat, which they were using as an attack animal--which I intend to study. In view of your hospitality, I thought it best to bring the matter to your attention, and to ascertain whether you had an objection. Also, I hoped to ask where such a matter could be carried out. I doubt that any possible stains would complement your inn's décor.

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She takes a hard long look at you. After a long pause she speaks "are you a doctor?"

[BarnabasBailey]

"Mister Hawkins! I..." Maechus started to protest, but stopped when he saw the drink in front of him. He could swear his face was raising the temperature of the room as he took the mug. "Um... Thanks, that's..." He spent a moment nursing his free drink, then piped up again. "Mister..." It came out hardly at all, so it was no surprise he was drowned out by Rupert going into another story.

Maechus scowled, turning over to the bartender. "I'll have some of that stew, please."

[Saidoro]

Kona nods at Maechus as he approaches and speaks to the bartender after he orders.
The same for me, thanks.

[Stormageddon]

"And in addition to his other virtues, it seems he's modest, too," concluded Rupert, as Maechus interjected. He pushed one of the drinks offered him towards the swordsman, and turned back to his audience. "So I'll take my next tale from a more historical genre. How many of you have heard the tale of Count Vasron's Construct Wife?"

Without waiting for much a reply, he launches into the bawdy, innuendo laced tale, usually a favorite with a drinking crowd.

The crowd seems to enjoy the story hooting at all the right points.

[Stormageddon]

Kona nods at Maechus as he approaches and speaks to the bartender after he orders.
The same for me, thanks.

The bartender hurrily takes your order for you both and moves on to the next customer. Moments later a barmaid comes out with your stew.

[White_Drake]

She takes a hard long look at you. After a long pause she speaks "are you a doctor?"

I can provide healing to those in need.

[Smileybastard]

Tysalat

Tysalat orders the same dish as well and joins the group at the table.

[BarnabasBailey]

Maechus managed a smile in Kona's direction as he set about eating his stew. "Well, this has turned into a fine adventure, hasn't it?" He tried, and failed, to keep the heaviness out of that statement. "Fine one moment, in mortal danger the next. Now... here we are, safe as we were when we started. Such is the nature of the job, I suppose."

Mentally, he checked himself. He was starting to bring himself down with talk like that. Perhaps if he changed the subject. "So, Miss Briggs, Mister..." He paused for a second; he could not remember ever getting Tysalat's last name. "...Tysalat. You are both headed for New Orcus for something other than this job as well, correct? Would you mind if I asked what? I don't mean to impose, that is, but... well, I figured it might be nice to ask. For conversation's sake and everything."

[Stormageddon]

I can provide healing to those in need.

A long pause as she looks thoughtfuly passed you. She turns her attention back to the pappers as she addresses you "I'm sorry if you misunderstood the question. I'm not looking for a man that can heal. We of the Keepers can heal when nessary." She look up at you "However we have a bit of a mystery on our hands here, and by the nature of you question I figure you might be able to help out." Another long pause. "As it stands we of the Keepers believe that a body must be intack or at least as much as possible for the person to return to nature, but I was thinking maybe we could exchange favors by looking the other way, if you could look into something for us that's beyond our expertise."

[Saidoro]

Kona tested the soup with her thumb as Maechus spoke, indicating assent at the appropriate points. She lifted the bowl to face level and blew across the stew's surface, steam suddenly rising from the bowl as she did so. The girl began to stir the stew and spoke.
My family sent me off to deal with some politics in the city. I need to find someone to talk to about the upcoming Keeper distributions.
Having said her piece Kona turned back to her stew, blowing once more across it, sending a small cloud of steam at those she was eating with in doing so, and then taking a large mouthful of the near scalding liquid directly from the bowl.

[White_Drake]

A long pause as she looks thoughtfuly passed you. She turns her attention back to the pappers as she addresses you "I'm sorry if you misunderstood the question. I'm not looking for a man that can heal. We of the Keepers can heal when nessary." She look up at you "However we have a bit of a mystery on our hands here, and by the nature of you question I figure you might be able to help out." Another long pause. "As it stands we of the Keepers believe that a body must be intack or at least as much as possible for the person to return to nature, but I was thinking maybe we could exchange favors by looking the other way, if you could look into something for us that's beyond our expertise."

As he picked up on the meaning behind the Keeper's words, Caelain resisted the urge to grin. People were always the same. I have made my life a study of how the body works. Might I be so bold as to inquire to the nature of your question?