D&D Solo Sessions: Part 1b
Chat log started at 17.5.2007 / 23:13:17
Sonadora stretches.
Sonadora folds her arms behind her head and stares up at her ceiling, rubbing Vida at the end of the bed with her toes.
The light's streaming in, the breeze is fresh, and Vida is nuzzling your toes.
Sonadora sighs and sits up, grabbing her tunic and pulling it on.
Sonadora pulls on her pants and wraps her shawl around her waist in a skirt-like fashion. Next, she ties up her boots and then begins her morning routine.
Vida licks himself clean as he watches Sonadora get ready.
Sonadora grabs her pack and quarterstaff and leaves the house.
Sonadora scratches Vida on the head and glances about.
Sonadora: Let's head to Sintilya's. I need to get a firstaid kit.
You cross Sundown, passing over the slow-running waters of the Cedar River and reach the small temple dedicated to Oghma and Lathander, which also doubles as Sintilya Foxblood's establishment and home.
Sonadora glances about the temple.
Sonadora: Hello? Sintilya?
The temple is a small circular stone building with open doors and a few windows. Just inside you see a small marble altar with a golden sun and a silver book emblazoned on its sides.
Sintilya Foxblood: Hmm? Who is it?
Sonadora: Sonadora and Vida.
Sintilya Foxblood steps out from one of the doors that leads to the personal areas of the temple.
Sonadora: Though Vida's outside, I promise
Contrary to what her name might suggest, Sintilya Foxblood is a kind, reserved individual who serves as the town's herbalist and primary advisor to Garret Arahnrod. She is responsible for keeping records of important happenings in the town, and has been for many years. Her appearance is that of an older half-elf with fair skin and long blue-black hair tied back into a pony tail. Her hazel-green eyes are surrounded by small wrinkles and her mouth is lined by small laugh lines.
Sintilya adventured with Molly Arahnrod many years ago and knows more about the history of the town than anyone else. Sintilya is also responsible for teaching anyone who's interested, particularly reading. She pays respects to Oghma daily, though she's never shown any aptitude for clerical magics. It's said that when she adventured in years past she held mighty arcane energies at her command, but noone has seen anything to suggest that this was true.
Sintilya Foxblood: Oh! Hello!
Sintilya Foxblood smiles.
Sonadora grins mischievously.
Sintilya Foxblood: I appreciate the courtesy, Sonadora.
Sintilya Foxblood: So what brings you here today? Had I sent you on an errand for me?
Sintilya Foxblood pulls a small ledger from a pocket in her robes and flips through it quietly.
Sonadora shakes her head.
Sonadora: Nay. Actually I am interested in purchasing a first aid kit if you have one.
Sintilya Foxblood: Right, nothing in here - so... ahh! A first aid kit?
Sonadora nods.
Sintilya Foxblood: Let me check my stores, I'm sure I have something that would suit you.
Sintilya Foxblood opens a cabinet and begins to look through the shelves contained therein.
Sintilya Foxblood: Ahh, yes. I have one right here.
Sonadora smiles happily.
Sintilya Foxblood pulls out a small satchel that can be easily attached to your belt. It's marked with the sign of Ilmater, god of healing.
Sonadora: It's perfect.
Sintilya Foxblood: Great - that'll be 50 gold pieces.
Sonadora winces.
Sonadora: How about I work off a piece and pay for the rest?
Sintilya Foxblood: Well, I can always use more herbs if you should happen across any in the forest.
Sintilya Foxblood: Hmm... and, come to think of it...
Sonadora nods.
Sonadora: I shall be heading out again today. I shall keep an eye out and return to town in a day or two? Can you hold it for me?
Sintilya Foxblood: Could you, perhaps, keep your eyes and ears open for a wagon coming through? I'm a bit worried that I haven't seen it, and any information would be valuable to me.
Sintilya Foxblood: Of course - you can purchase the kit when you return.
Sonadora smiles.
Sonadora: Of course.
Sonadora nods to Sintilya and leaves the temple.
Sonadora rubs Vida behind the ears.
As you leave the temple, a tall blonde man waves to you from in front of the house to the north.
Sonadora: Let's get breakfast in the market and see if we can find Garret. He may have some work needed also.
Sonadora notices the man and head towards him
Garret Arahnrod: Sonadora! And Vida, too, of course. Hey!
Garret Arahnrod bows somewhat awkwardly, with a sheepish grin.
Sonadora: Speak of the man.
Garret Arahnrod: How're you two doing?
Sonadora chuckles.
Sonadora: We are well, though it's been a long few days. Bit of trouble in the forest.
Garret appears to be far too young to be the leader of the town, but he's been forced into the role ever since his mother died 2 years ago. Inducted into the ways of the priests of Lathander, god of Renewal, since his childhood, he's already begun to grow into his position.
Garret's inexperience is clear on his bright, young face - even his copper-blonde hair looks like it was forced into a semblance of order rather than falling that way on its own. He wears the robes appropriate to his station - red, yellow and orange - though he looks a bit uncomfortable in them. Fortunately, he stands tall enough that even as inexperienced as he seems, his presence is impossible to avoid. Though he hasn't grown into his frame quite yet, when he does he will probably be, if not a giant among men, certainly an imposing presence.
Garret Arahnrod: Some of that trouble is what I wanted to talk to you about!
Sonadora nods.
Sonadora: The hunter.
Garret Arahnrod: Exactly - the fellow came into the Chamber yesterday while I was listening to the townsfolk.
Garret Arahnrod: He said you had interfered unjustly, attacked him without reason, and had assaulted his hunting dogs.
Garret Arahnrod: Is that true?
Sonadora ponders and shrugs.
Sonadora: I trapped him in some vines for awhile.
Sonadora: Does that count?
Garret Arahnrod nods somewhat vaguely.
Garret Arahnrod: And his dog?
Sonadora: Well, the dog was trapped as well. I figured it was better than hurting them and it gave me a chance to free the wolf cub.
Garret Arahnrod: So there *was* no assault, then?
Sonadora thinks about it for a moment.
Sonadora: I believe the dog may have suffered. Vida does not like to be attacked.
Garret Arahnrod nods, a slight frown playing across his lips.
Garret Arahnrod: I thought it might be something more like that than his story.
Sonadora shrugs.
Garret Arahnrod: Well, I dismissed him and his complaint on account of the work you do for the town.
Sonadora: He should be more respectful of the creatures he hunts.
Garret Arahnrod: But he did *not* take that well at all - he stormed towards Markham's tents screaming profanities the whole way.
Sonadora: He is a dangerous man.
Garret Arahnrod nods in agreement.
Sonadora: There is another danger in the forest also, Garret. Something wrong.
Garret Arahnrod: Ahhh, yes. The business with the tracks.
Sonadora: I am going to restock and see if I can track it. You may want to warn the people though, in case it attacks.
Garret Arahnrod: I sent a messenger north in the hopes that I could get someone to help us, but with such a lack of reliable information I'm not sure what to hope for. I will keep everyone abreast as information arrives though, thank you.
Garret Arahnrod: What did you see, if I might ask?
Sonadora peers quizically at Garret.
Sonadora: The tracks?
Garret Arahnrod nods.
Sonadora: Something large, taloned, and has scales.
Garret Arahnrod: So far, everyone who's tried tracking them had them disappear mysteriously. You?
Sonadora nods.
Sonadora: I found a strip of cloth though, with another scale inside.
Garret Arahnrod: Hmm... anything distinctive?
Sonadora shrugs.
Sonadora: It smelled terrible.
Garret Arahnrod: Hmm... I'm not sure what to make of that, but anything you learn is useful.
Sonadora nods farewell to Garret and continues on to the marketstand.
Garret Arahnrod waves to you and goes inside the Chamber of the Sun.
The market is abustle with townspeople. Not nearly as hectic as the square of a larger city, Sundown's Market nonetheless has its share of travellers and merchants selling their wares.
Sonadora: Stay close, Vida
Sonadora heads over to Markham's tent and glances about for a familiar face.
Markham is the halfling owner of the food and drink stand at the Marketplace. Though not a lot of travelers pass through Sundown, the people get together every day to discuss events, trade goods, and enjoy each other's company. Markham is also responsible for organizing entertainment should any performers pass through the town. Normally he keeps his ear to the ground (made easier by his height, people like to point out), which makes him the go-to guy for the goings on of Sundown.
Markham stands at almost 3' tall with curly black hair. He has an easy smile that makes him a lot of friends, but which also conceals a shrewd business sense that often results in customers spending more than they bargained for. Nonetheless, Markham has always been very fair to everyone and has a reputation for honesty that makes him a boon to the town.
Markham Grintz stands on a chair and waves to you from behind a stand loaded down with bread and fruit.
Markham Grintz: Heeeeeey Sonadora!
Sonadora smiles and nods to Markham.
Sonadora: Goodmorning.
Markham Grintz: Didn't expect you back in town so soon.
Markham Grintz wipes down a table using a wet rag he has slung over his shoulder.
Sonadora: Ran into some trouble. I'm actually about to head back out soon.
Markham's booth is less a building than an open-air tent. He has a large canvas set up over a set of tables and chairs, along with a long bar on wheels that he can drag about if necessary.
Markham Grintz: Ooh, trouble eh?
Markham Grintz: I bet I know something about that!
Sonadora: Oh?
Markham Grintz: I'll trade ya.
Markham Grintz winks at you.
Sonadora grin.
Sonadora: What do I have that you want?
Markham Grintz: Why, information of course!
Markham Grintz: What've you got?
Sonadora: There's something bad in the forest. Something big.
Markham Grintz: Ahh, yeah. Spooky, big, dangerous. We've been hearing that for a while. How about...
Markham Grintz: How about you gimme the juicy bits of your meeting with that dark-haired giant fella?
Sonadora frowns.
Markham Grintz: You didn't kick him in the jewels, did you?
Markham Grintz grins mischievously.
Sonadora: He's just a big bully, nothing more.
Markham Grintz: A big bully... you had Vida bite in the bits, maybe?
Sonadora shakes her head.
Sonadora: I just kept him tangled up for a bit while I freed the wolfcub.
Sonadora grin impishly.
Markham Grintz: There was a wolf cub, eh?
Sonadora: Hunter had him trapped inhumanly.
Markham Grintz: I knew you talked to the animals, I didn't know you did jobs for them, too!
Markham Grintz chuckles softly.
Sonadora grins.
Markham Grintz: Well, I guess that'll do for a story...
Markham Grintz: Next time bring me a better one, though!
Markham Grintz tosses a glass into the air, catches it behind his back, and starts to clean it.
Sonadora chuckles.
Sonadora: I'll consider it.
Markham Grintz: Well, I saw the guy here last night. He was well in his drinks - the cheap stuff of course - and had a talk with some folk that looked sorta like you do when you haven't been back in town for a long while.
Markham Grintz: Smelled like you do at those times, too.
Markham Grintz winks at you.
Sonadora glares.
Sonadora: I always smell good.
Sonadora folds her arms across her chest.
Markham Grintz laughs loudly!
Markham Grintz: That's only 'cause you can't smell yourself after you've been sleeping with a wet wolf for a month!
Markham Grintz: Heeheehee.
Sonadora: I bathe!
Markham Grintz: But does Vida?
Markham Grintz glances pointedly at Vida.
Sonadora: I keep her clean too.
Markham Grintz chuckles.
Sonadora scratches Vida behind the ears.
Markham Grintz: Fine, fine, fine... the *point* was that these guys were woodsmen.
Markham Grintz: I'd never seen them in town before, but then again, it was hard to tell what they looked like under all the grime.
Sonadora frowns.
Sonadora: I wonder why they're here.
Markham Grintz: You might ask around and see if anyone else saw them, but all I saw was them talking to the big fella.
Sonadora nods.
Sonadora: Thank you.
Markham Grintz: By the way...
Markham Grintz looks around cautiously.
Markham Grintz: You haven't talked to Daisy about me, have you?
Markham Grintz looks sheepish.
Sonadora glances about curiously.
Sonadora: Was I supposed to?
Sonadora grin.
Markham Grintz: No, no, not really... I just thought, well, since you two run in similar circles- her being a woodsman back in the day, that maybe... nah, nevermind.
Markham Grintz blushes before turning away to wipe a plate.
Sonadora: I can speak with her if you'd like.
Sonadora grins knowingly.
Markham Grintz: I worry about her, after the accident and all...
Sonadora nods.
Markham Grintz coughs into his towel, hiding his face.
Sonadora: She's lonely.
Markham Grintz: Huh, I dunno about that. She won't give anyone the time of day!
Markham Grintz: I think it's all that time in the woods, personally. But she sure is a sight!
Markham Grintz gives a long whistle.
Sonadora: I need to run though. Could I order a rations fill and a bit of meat?
Markham Grintz: Oh, sure thing.
Sonadora tries to hide her grin.
Markham Grintz: I'll put it on your tab.
Sonadora: Thank you.
Sonadora tosses some of the meet to Vida.
Sonadora stows the rest of the food in her back.
Vida bites into the meat with gusto!
Sonadora nods farewell to Markham and heads out towards the forest.
Camilo: *cough* Roll a spot for me?
Sonadora: Spot [1d20+3 = 20]
GM: Hide [1d20+8 = 10]
Camilo: Aw... all those points in hide gone to waste... anyways...
Sarah (Sonadora): huh?
GM: Hide2 [1d20+8 = 27]
As you pass a particularly dense copse of trees, you spy a person ducked behind some foliage, a bolt already set on his crossbow, which he slowly raises to point at you.
END SESSION
I need to get through Leandra and Walid's parts next! Lastly Matt, and then the sessions... *hopeful*.
~DD