Day 03 - Bad Dreams

[DM Illithid]

[Poor William begins here.]

Williams makes his way deftly to the Temple of Mystra. Remembering it not at all from yesterday's journey. A few coppers for street urchins was a small price to pay.

Careful not to linger amoung the eyes of the righteous, he makes his way inside.

[Poor William Woodholm]

Poor Will stayed just inside the temple’s doors waiting to speak to one priest or another about burial arrangements.

PM to the DM

[DM Illithid]

[PM to Player]

[Poor William Woodholm]

William was reluctant to impose and at the same time hateful of waiting. So when a priest did pass by, Will caught the man?s arm with a readiness, and he kept a firm grip upon the cleric?s sleeve even while he bowed in embarrassment and made apologies. ?I am here at the wish of your sister, the Lady Francesca. No doubt you recognize her name and great reputation even if you do not remember me; it?s true I am a pretty humble companion for the likes of her. I?m here to collect two bodies, monks that must be buried. I?ve a wagon waiting. The Lady Francesca regrets the arrangement, but Mystra calls her to more urgent, more dangerous work.?

Diplomacy/ Bluff

[DM Illithid]

bluff +24

[bluff 11+24=35 vs sense motive 14+5=19 (pass)]


The priest smiles, "The name is familiar. I would be pleased to assist you." The priest leads you to the internment room and begins a spell you recognize. An arcane spell. A disc of force appears, on which the bodies are placed. The bodies, suspended mid air, follow the priest and William as they depart.

A wagon does indeed wait for William, and the bodies are loaded without notice or fanfare. The priest nods, "If there is nothign else.' And makes leave.

[Poor William Woodholm]

“No, nothing more,” said Will and nodded gratefully and climbed up alongside his wagon driver. Now if the priest had bothered to see them off, he would’ve remarked at their wrong-headedness; neither man knew the way to the City of the Dead. In fact, that graveyard was not their first destination. Instead the driver returned William and the two bodies back to his stables, where he chased all his hands out into the street and closed for half an hour at mid-day. It was a strange sort of arrangement, and some of the youngest boys hung about for a look, but the stable doors were all shut and the small windows were filthy on both sides.

PM to the DM

[DM Illithid]

William pulls a small item from his pocket, wrapped in cloth. The item held within the cloth is placed upon the ground at his feet.

The driver, knowing full well the intentions though not the identity of his ally, kept his distance from the bodies after laying them as directed. His hand on a small blade at his side, he kept watch as William began to chant. In the art of spellcasting.

Sprinkling a fine dust upon each body, William begins and ends a lengthy process of spellcasting. One after the other, the monks are reborn. They bow in respect to he who raised them. The eldest is the first to speak "The book in our possession was an item of value to you. It will lead us to your resurrection."

The driver is unsurprised, though not entirely comfortable. Magic disturbs him.

[Poor William Woodholm]

William?s expression was thoughtful and not at all his own. ?I hope you continue in your good works,? said he, ?Now we go to the Underhalls.? He had already begun another spell. ?Do try to keep up.?

PM to the DM

Then, true to his usual courtesy, he thanked the driver, complimented him on his taste in coats, and paid him in excess of two thousand gold coins. Throughout, he regarded the man?s knife with a cruel amusement. But whatever his displeasure, he left for the Dripping Dagger without any commotion at all.

[DM Illithid]

[Moving William to the Dripping Dagger. Closing thread. Remainder of the thread is OOC. Enjoy.]

The driver watches William's departure with a sigh of relief. Not the least perturbed by the presence of two monks and their lack of clothing. He drops two bundles beside them. "Provisions and a change of clothes."

The monks nod, unrolling the bundles and donning their new atire. Decidedly northern. Not their usual style. But functional. Satisfied with their provisions, they make leave. "May the Lady guide you."

The driver nods, opening the doors to his stable and returning his stable hands to their natural flow. Looking down the street, he notices several of his neighbors on their daily routine. Noticing with amusing which ones had cheated on their wives, stolen their wares and used trickery to transact their business. We all have secrets.