Castle Amber: A D&D Adventure

Spoonweaver · Post by **Spoonweaver** » Fri Oct 09, 2015 2:57 pm

And so, the adventurers continued on their way. It wasn't long before farm land and small cottages began to pop up along the path.

Post by **Bob the Hamster** » Fri Oct 09, 2015 3:08 pm

Stumpy has an extra spring in his step.

"I AM HAPPY THAT THE BAD-DREAM-MULE IS NOT HERE" Stumpy confides to Rob.

Gizmog · Post by **Gizmog** » Fri Oct 09, 2015 3:12 pm

Harvey is visibly bummed that they didn't get to fight the bear.

Post by **Bob the Hamster** » Fri Oct 09, 2015 5:05 pm

Rob tries to console Harvey.

"There now, we will meet other bears I am sure-- that one wouldn't have been any fun to fight anyway-- look how big it was! It would be like firing arrows into the broad side of a barn. A marksman like yourself wouldn't enjoy that. We need to find ourselves some nice small bears, fast bears! tiny moving targets..."

Rob trails off, and spends the next few moments in terrified silence thinking about swarms of tiny lightening-fast Dire Vampire Bear Wasps.

Spoonweaver · Post by **Spoonweaver** » Fri Oct 09, 2015 5:43 pm

Along the path, the party sees a young woman pulling a cart. She is currently about pretty far away, but because of the party's quick pace and the woman's struggle with the cart, they stand to quickly catch up to her.

Meanwhile, Kalar comes upon a trail of blood leading into the woods.

Gizmog · Post by **Gizmog** » Fri Oct 09, 2015 6:18 pm

Harvey goes over his mental list of people who've wronged him and people he's been paid to kill. Peasant cart girl... hm.. not ringing any bells, hehe. Might have something dangerous in the cart though. He gets an arrow ready and starts sneaking through the woods, just in case.

Post by **Bob the Hamster** » Fri Oct 09, 2015 6:24 pm

When they draw close to her, Rob will greet her politely.

"Well met, good lady! I am Robert Rottlerwits, traveling performer! Who might you be, and were are you headed?"

Spoonweaver · Post by **Spoonweaver** » Fri Oct 09, 2015 6:45 pm

It doesn't take long for the group to catch up with the woman. As Rob greets her, she turns towards the greeting with a happy smile. It takes a moment for her eyes to find Rachelle. As she does, the blood rushes from her face. A terrible scream escapes her mouth. Following that, the woman repeats the phrase, "..it's the beast".
She doesn't run, but instead seems frozen in terror.
A quick look around shows that it's unlikely anyone else heard her scream.

Post by **Bob the Hamster** » Fri Oct 09, 2015 7:03 pm

Rob laughs heartily

"It is a brilliant costume, isn't it?" he exclaims jovially "Would you believe I crafted it myself?"

He calls out to Rachelle, "Hey, let this lass touch your face, will you? Show her how real the scales feel! (it really is fantastic!)"

Spoonweaver · Post by **Spoonweaver** » Fri Oct 09, 2015 7:09 pm

Her demeanor seems to improve, however the woman still shakes her head and backs away. She seems to be in a daze. "You can have the potions, just don't hurt me."
A quick look into the woman's wagon reveals a small number of magical looking potions.

Post by **Bob the Hamster** » Fri Oct 09, 2015 7:15 pm

"Is the costume too good? It it in poor taste? Any true performer wants to shock his audience, but it has to be in good taste!"

Spoonweaver · Post by **Spoonweaver** » Fri Oct 09, 2015 7:49 pm

The woman stopped shaking her head and backing away. She slowly looked around at the party. None of them seemed to be making any attempt on her life (except maybe Harvey, but she couldn't see him at the moment).
"Who are you?" she asked.

Master K · Post by **Master K** » Fri Oct 09, 2015 11:45 pm

Lynda steps forward.

"I am Lady Lynda Lucretia Eleanora. I am a displaced noble woman, wandering around the countryside in search of somewhere to find refuge. These people travelling with me are my companions. Forgive my friend Rachelle's frightful appearance, she's agreed to dress up as part of our bard's main event. Watch out for him, though, for he's as good with words as he is with his instrument."

"We don't want your potions, we're just travelling the land. May we have the honor of knowing more about yourself and your cargo?"

BMR · Post by **BMR** » Sat Oct 10, 2015 12:11 am

"Interesting..."

Kalar flies over the area, trying to see where the blood leads or whatever caused it. Hopefully, it won't be the others.

Spoonweaver · Post by **Spoonweaver** » Sat Oct 10, 2015 1:15 am

Kalar quickly looses track of the blood trail as he flies above the tree line. Though the trees have thinned out a lot since the group started traveling, even without the tree tops in the way, Kalar would have a hard time tracking what is now an hours old trail.

Back on the road with the others, the woman's mood goes from concerned, to snide disbelief, to bewilderment. After Lynda finishes talking, the woman looks around at the group once more. Rob was danced in very fine clothes, as was his horse. Lynda was wearing some of the finest clothes the woman had ever seen. The woman's face grew bright red as she began to think herself very foolish. She bowed so deep it border on groveling. "I apologize, deeply. I am but a simple fool by the name of Carol Bellaire. I found these potions near my family's farm after Gilles Grenier had stopped by and had hoped to trade them in town."
Gilles Grenier was a name Rob knew. Gilles is a sorcerer who specializes in mixing potions, particularly love potions. Rob also heard a rumor that some of his potions have turned out to be cursed.