Having stuffed themselves on bear meat and finished gathering things they wish to bring, the group decides to return to Blackwell Village.  It takes about another hour to reach the edge of the village.  There are no encounters on the way back.

(Those who decide NOT to go back to the village can inform me in PM of their plans.)



Nobody seems to be about much. You would be arriving FROM the North.


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Rubus arrives and says I should tell Pheotric, the priest in charge of the Church, what has happened  especially that all the monks probably are dead.

Not sure why he was agreeing with Rufus, "Mind if I walk along with you to talk to the priest? I'm not one for hanging out in taverns."

A startled and pleased Rubus replies No, not at all! You, you're a hardy friend.

"So long as you make an exception for tonight," Ms. Strand chimes in winningly.

With that, she separates herself form the others intent on her own business.

L. wants to buy a replacement set of appropriately sized leather armor. Also, can she find someone to teach her the Search and/or Anatomy skill?

I'm going with you Ligeia, this place isn't exactly safe.  Perhaps we can learn more as we explore the village.



 She joins Ligeia.
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 Rdiding his goat near the wagon, the Dwarf watches the others going their separate ways.

Hrmmmmmm I don't like it.. bad tactics it tis.  I'll stay with the wagon and these fine ladies to protect them...


Alaric stays with Jenousie and Heather

( Heather has been idle too long with no responses to my inquiries, thus she has been NPCed at least until I hear from her)

Current Positions:



Ligeia begins her search about the village for the things she is seeking with Afamrail at hand.

Jenouise makes her way through the village with her cart. She is surprised by the inherent lack of interest that her spectacle of a wagon usually causes.  Occasionally you see a child peeking out the window only to be pulled away by a skidish parent.

(I'll need to know where you put the wagon if you stop.)

Rubus and Gorn enter St. Charlemagne's church
( look for a separate thread for the two of you)
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Jenouise drove her wagon to a tavern or inn. She needed to perform and for that she needed an audience.

The Dirty Salt Inn is at the center of town and there is a stable nearby.  Alaric has been there before and made quite an.. umm impression.

Ligeia decides to start her explorations at the Coastal Road Provisions. The proprietor should be able to direct her to a leatherworker. As for the practitioners of the thieving arts of discovery and assassination, she would just have to keep her eyes open for another like herself.

Ligeia and Afamrail enter Gold Coast Provisions ( see separate thread)

Jenouise pulled her wagon up to the stables. She shouted, ”HELLO! IS ANYONE HOME?! HELLO!

Jenouise pulls up with her wagon and Alaric on his goat to the first stable.

A younger man approaches them..

looking wide eyed at the wagon..


ummmm  h.. hello Miss he stammmers..

Jenouise stands and looks over the young man with her fever-mad eyes. ”Hello! You re very handsome. My name is Jenouise, I am an entertainer. This is my bodyguard, whose name I cannot remember.” She indicated Alaric. ”He would not let me kiss him or comb his beard. I think that is very mean of him, don’t you? Can I kiss you?” She grinned, her fingers diddling in the air.

I ummmmm I, I don't think the boss would allow me to be kissing customers, Miss Jenouise.

Can I help you with your mule and carriage?

  hrmppph...

  and i thought Dwarvan women were complicated...

 please watch my goat boy.

Alaric hands him a silver piece and hands over the goat, heading to the tavern

I'm thristy...

Nice wagon Jenousie..

 I was just curious and Gorn thinks me a thief.  I'm going to grab my bear parts and try to sell them at the Trading post. I'll let you . .umm work things out with the stable boy.

Jenouise had forgotten Heather was even there. ”Thank you. It is my home.”

Then she looked back at the handsome young man. ”I am not a customer. I am an entertainer. So you see, it would be ok to let me kiss you.” She smiled and nodded at him, fingers still diddling at the air for no reason other than they seemed to have a mind of their own.

I uggh I still have to charge you 2sp for the mule and the wagon..

the young man bushes

Jenouise nodded, ”Yes of course.”