Wheloon – New Day, New Party
As we enter Wheloon from the south, I am happy that the damn druid decided to go his own way in town. He’s been complaining constantly about our recent mission in Hermit’s Wood. I wonder if I happen across a cleric, if he might do something about the pain in my head.
I really hate these towns, the buildings, the people. Maybe I’ll never understand their reasons for wanting to surround themselves with “walls” and “roofs”. Don’t even get me started on their need for “pets”. And what the hell is a pillow good for. There is nothing more comfortable or inviting than a tree limb and the open sky. With a shutter I start walking through the streets, careful to not touch anyone. Thankfully this little town does not seem too crowded today. I wonder if everyone is out hunting?
“Ouch.” I hop for a second and look down at what tripped me, “Oh! A rock. Looks heavy and a little shiney too. Great for throwing. Oh yeah this will work great!” So I tuck the new rock in my pouch with the others I have collected today.
There is a lot of chatter among the towns people about a Temple and Mystra and some dude in the Inn looking for help. I see something dazzeling in one window, then the next window has interesting things too. Nothing that would persuad me to enter one of these blasted building but looking never hurt anything. Now I am going from window to window and the bustle of people around me does not seem as intimidating.
I come across a building with many papers and books on shelves inside. The sign says Basalt Books but the store is vacant, sans a kind looking lady. Is this shop closed? Then the lady sees me and starts waving me inside while asking for help.
With a deep breath I approach her and actually enter the establishment. Just one step inside and I already wish I hadn’t. Breathe!
The kind lady introduces herself Mela and explains that she is looking for an adventurer to help her find her missing husband, Amnic, who has been missing for a couple of days. After completing a quick search, I found a pamphlet on which Amnic has written a message.
Around that time the Druid comes bumbling in and the pain in my head gets instantly worse. I start backing towards the door, while promising this lady that I will look into the disappearance the her Amnic. She points me in the direction of the Inn and I go in search of this priest I have heard rummors of.
Once again I ponder the stupidity of humans and their facination with buildings over nature. With my cloak if invisibility activated I enter yet another death trap of a hovel – this time called the Wyvernn Watch Inn. Nervous about my surrounding, but unseen I wander among the patrons until I can identify the priest of Mystra.
The druid has of course followed me in my mission and after a short and useless arguement outside, is now making an arragont fool of himself inside as well. There are other people in the Inn and a few stand out in my mind as odd missfits. A quiet and cold lady sitting near the bar watching people too intently. And odd red haired child like thing who is scampering under and around people and tables nearly unnoticed but devours foot like an animal might. He seems to be accompanied by a man in robes who seems especially observant. There is also a mercenary that has most definately taken notice of Pog. All the while I have identified the man in blue sitting at a booth as the priest I was told to find.
I sit accross from him in the booth and then deactivate my cloak, as I begin asking him questions. Completely forgetting that some people are easily startled. But it’s too late and if I stop now, I might lose my nerve and have to wait for him to leave the building before I can ask my questions. Which wouldn’t be a problem except a number of people seem to be interested in the same man. Now that Pog has rudly interupted me once again and others are coming over to interject in our meeting, my instinct is that this is not safe. Indeed I should have waited until we could have discussed this outside. I try to convince the man to leave with me now so we can discuss matters in a safer venue.
Startled by the man in robes, who decided to not only cause a comotion but decided to sit beside me trapping me in the booth, I panic and hide again under my cloak before running from the building.
I take the time to calm down while listening to parts of the discussions while the priest is ambushed by Pog and the man in robes, David. No longer shaking I gather the courage to march into the building one last time and ask the question I needed answered. Tunaster agreed that the answers I was looking for may be found in the mysteries contained in the Temple of Mystra.
I left the inn in search of a good place to rest and think. I wanted to go to the forest not too far away, but the bear was the whole reason I was putting up with the pain in my head named Pog. If and when I can convince the druid to release the bear from his service we can happily part ways, but until then I needed to make sure that poor, beautiful bear was safe. And considering Pog was inside and likely to stay the night in this establishment, I saw no better place to wait out my stay than the roof.
After a while, Tunaster left followed by Pog and David who came out to convince me to join them for a meeting. Where else would a bunch of humanoid people what to meet but inside the damn building. Fire hazards and death traps and an abomination to nature. Grumbling I join them. Though for what good it did, I’m not sure.
Other than myself and the grossly unqualified Druid and his innocent bear (please don’t let him tell you it’s a dog), this gathering consisted of the following:
- The icey glare of Anya, something along the lines of an ice princess, wizard I think and defintely human. She is very pretty and keeps quiet. I have a feeling that she would enjoy thowing rocks at my least favorite druid very soon too.
- A most fascinating creature named Scotty, or Peelp, the red head child like creature is actually a goblinoid rogue. His disguises are masterful and insight my curiosity. I like him.
- Then there was the mercenary looking man, Sal. He is observant and relaxed, though I am not sure I like the way his acquiescence to the Druid. Any fool can see this halfling failed his druid test. If Sal can’t then his intellegence is still to be determined. But at least we share an efficiency in melee fighting.
- There was also David, the man in robes, a cleric of some sort. So things are looking good that I might actually get a chance to heal the pain in my head. If I can’t get rid of Pog any sooner, that is.
The meeting was mostly Pog being delusional but in the end I think we all decided to work together for a common purpose. Though I think that common purpose may have been gold and riches, or maybe it was drinking and sex. I’m still a little confused.
The plan is to do some recon with the changling. I do hope he shows me some of his other disguises.