Warhammer Quest: The Sylvan Epic

[turgy22]

Throg picks up the bottle to examine it more closely.

"I gotta say that looks pretty wild. I think I'm in the mood for something more mild."

Throg puts down the bottle and sits back in quiet repose for a minute. Then he straightens up and plops the beryl, emerald, scale and tongue into the bottle. He pauses to re-examine his ingredients. After a moment of contemplation, he adds the cherry, amber, moonstone, pearl, ivory, nacre and garnet. He takes another moment to survey the gradually dwindling choices before pulling out his axe, slicing the onion in two and adding the fur, two onion halves and date.

He looks at the leek disdainfully before saying, "I appreciate you giving me time to think. I decided I wasn't in the mood for a drink."

Throg will calmly consume the contents of the bottle.

 

[Oversoul]

Note: I am on vacation right now, but some of the materials I need are on my laptop, so I'll try to keep going through part of this...

 

[TomB]

Ty is anxiously waiting the hour he was asked to wait, passing the time getting his wounds tended and asking questions of whomever he thinks he can trust and who might know something about what's going on.

 

[Spiderman]

Dorgath comes down after about 10 minutes and is speaking quietly with Carrow.

 

[Mooseman]

"Dorgarth, do you remember someone named Darenaeok Sedrazzi.?
I think he is the one that sent the Minotaurs to kill me or us."

 

[Spiderman]

"I don't remember that name, but from what I was told, you were the target and Ty and I just happened to be in the way. The question is, do *you* know the name and why he might be after you?"

 

[Mooseman]

"I think I heard the name, but I don't remember who it is." Carrow then muses, "I think we all know why he might be after me, quests and such, but how does this Otto Rolhannes fellow know so much. Dorgarth, any idea?"

 

[TomB]

Ty wanders over and joins the conversation, but since he doesn't recognize any of the names and can't add anything of note he listens but remains silent.

 

[Spiderman]

"This human Otto says that Darenaeok is an old enemy of his as well. Apparently he gets around... so Otto says he knows where's Darenaeok is holed up here in town, just needs some help in taking down him and his henchmen so thought that we could aid him as he just tried to kill us. Oh, and he mentioned there's some reward and/or loot to be had... "

 

[Mooseman]

"I say we deal with this scoundrel, " Carrow mutters through clenched teeth.

 

[TomB]

"Did you just say reward?" Ty speaks up. "Let's go get this guy!"

 

[Spiderman]

"All right, let's talk to Otto and find out where he is."

Dorgath leads everyone upstairs back to Otto.

"We've decided we'd like to get Darenaeok. What can you tell us about where he is and what kind of henchmen he might have?"

 

[Mooseman]

"Maybe tell us who and what he is?"

 

[Oversoul]

"Excellent. His hideout is some manner of derelict warehouse in the Southgate-Ostwald District. And based on my observations, he is likely to be there now, overseeing his criminal enterprise. I know little about his servants, although they certainly do not have the bearing of ones from Altdorf. Their number and nature are unclear to me. Perhaps they are local hirelings. As to the nature of Sedrazzi himself, I would elaborate, but I think it is a tale best told on the way."

 

[Oversoul]

The rum has a strange, slightly sweet taste. It also produces a deafening roar when consumed. Throg nearly falls out of his chair, but quickly recovers. He finds that he has a splitting headache and his ears are bleeding. It looks like the daemon wins this round, but contestants are still in shape to continue. The bartender brings out the next tray...

"You drank calmly, but maybe the drink was not calm enough.
We must decide your fate.
But it is getting late.
I'm sure this next brew has just the stuff.
Ale and wine and rum are nice.
And you've both been brave.
So now matters turn grave.
Do you have what it takes to handle ice?"

The next tray contains no phantom additives, although Throg still has the items from the previous trays. The bottle is so perfectly transparent that it is difficult to see at all. The liquid inside seems to be a slurry of subliming hoar frost in a pale fluid.

Resplendent Frost Brandy

Throg feels a chill just watching the brandy being poured into the cups. The daemon sucks down his brandy quickly. He tries to gloat, but the cumulative effects of the magical beverages is getting to him. He looms over the table, clutching his head in his hands.

 

[TomB]

"Criminal enterprise? What exactly do they do there? Just thinking out loud here, but any chance we can sneak in by appearing to be some of the 'local hirelings'?"

 

[Spiderman]

"Of course it would be derelict... I don't know if a dwarf and elf can pass as 'locals', but maybe if we're hooded... how did Carrow end up on his 'hit list'?"

 

[Oversoul]

"Whatever the ultimate goal of his operations here, Sedrazzi seems to be collecting money. It is possible that his dealings are largely restricted to petty crimes in a deliberate effort to avoid the notice of the local constabulary. It seems likely that he is smuggling something in the sewers. Sedrazzi took at least three levels of precaution in his written messages. Firstly, the messages are written in a cypher. This would befuddle a commoner, but Otto Rolhannes is another matter: I can decrypt the messages easily. Secondly, deciphering the messages leads to the Black Elven language, which most people cannot read. Again, I am not so easily eluded. But the third level of protection is a simple use of coded language by swapping out terms in some previously agreed upon system. So even if you could read the messages, a document that, for instance, ordered the assassination of various targets here in Middenheim would seem instead to be a list of grocery deliveries."

 

[Spiderman]

"All right, let's get him."

 

[Mooseman]

IS Throg coming with us or is he occupied?