Cad Goleór Game Logs

[Nomadic]

I'm ok with that

[Ghostman]

Same here.

[TheMeanestGuest]

I can't make the usual time for tomorrow, cause I thought we weren't playing. Won't be on until ~3:30.

[Seraph]

Ah. Ok, TMG.  Does the next day, Tuesday work for you?  It seemed to work for everyone else, and I am assuming it still does.

[TheMeanestGuest]

Can't on Tuesday, sorry. But anytime for the rest of the week I'm pretty much free.

[Seraph]

Alright, Friday then.  Does 3pm EST work for you?

[TheMeanestGuest]

Oops, forgot to post. Yes, Friday works.

[Seraph]

[ic=Session 5: The Sisters]
When we left our heroes, they had just beaten a couple Fomorians to a pulp.  Kegain drops his axe and sits down heavily by the corpse of the slain Fomorian and tries to wipe the blood from his face.

Kegain: ...I told them to go away.
Wyrgan: Well done, Kegain. Let's bring the old lady her donkey.

The broken body of the Fomorian gives a jerk.  He coughs, and black blood spills from his mouth.  Wyrgan looks over at the dying Fomorian.  Kegain turns away his head away, keeping his eyes to the ground.  The creature struggles to speak with its dying breaths

Laidir: (winces at the sight) Grisly!
Wyrgan: (walks over to the being. ) Something to say? Spit it out!

The creature fixes its gaze on Kegain, it's eyes widening.

Fomorian: You . . . face . . . Bres . . .

Kegain looks up and frowns at the Fomorian.  The fomor falls back.  His eyes point vacantly to the sky

Kegain: What did he mean?
Wyrgan: The babbling of a dying monster. Pay it no heed.
Laidir: How is it that you can understand their croaking?
Kegain: I dunno what you're talking about Laidir.. he speaks plain as day.
Wyrgan: Perhaps this place has different effects on different people.
Laidir: No he doesn't. If you can call that a language, it's unlike anything I've heard spoken before
Wyrgan: It could be some ambient enchantment allows us to comprehend the being... perhaps it only works for those of a certain age? Who knows how the vagaries of Annwn work?
Laidir: Alright alright. We should not waste any more time near these dead monsters anyway.

A loud braying alerts you to the donkey, who stands upon the pile of stones the Big Fomorian was working at when you found them.  Kegain gets up morosely and stumbles over to the donkey

Kegain: Come on, have to get you back to the old lady.

The Donkey takes a step back.  It then bows its head to you.

[ooc][spoiler]11:45 amKegain: ooc: does it have reins?
11:45 amWyrgan: ooc: I don't have handle animal unfortunately
11:46 amSeraphine_Harmonium: It has a mouth bit, and a leash of sorts[/spoiler][/ooc]

Kegain: (makes to take the leash) Come on, donkey.

The donkey pulls away, shaking its head as if to throw off your grip

Kegain: What? You don't want to go?
Laidir: You're just scaring it away. Let me try to sooth it (takes out his dulcimer and plucks the strings).
Kegain: (takes a step back) ..Fine, you try.

[ooc][spoiler]11:47 am*** Nomadic joined #celtricia[/spoiler][/ooc]

Wyrgan loots the bodies of the fomors while the others tend to the donkey. The donkey listens intently to the music, but keeps a wary eye on Kegain

Laidir: "Come, o donkey, be not afraid! We are friends to you, and like friends we'll keep you safe!"

[ooc][spoiler]11:48 amLaidir: ooc: I use my bardsong to fascinate it
11:48 amSeraphine_Harmonium: ooc: that allows a save, correct?
11:49 amLaidir: ooc: DC 10 + 1/2 the bard's level + Charisma modifier
11:49 amNomadic: ooc: I think it's a will save... let's hope the donkey isn't a wise ass
11:50 amLaidir: ooc: harhar
11:50 amWyrgan: ooc: budumcha
11:50 amNomadic: ooc: also sorry that I'm late
11:50 amWyrgan: ooc: we just figured rob was unconscious
11:50 amSeraphine_Harmonium: !roll 1d20+6
11:50 amisobot: 23[/spoiler][/ooc]

The donkey looks amused by your music, but is unmoved.  Kegain bends down to pick up his axe and puts it through the loop in his belt.  The Donkey takes a step towards Laidir.

[ooc][spoiler]11:51 am*** Nomadic is now known as Robhartach
11:51 amRobhartach: ooc: well probably not unconscious as I woke up last game when you healed me
11:51 amRobhartach: ooc: but I'm back now at any rate11:52 am
11:52 amLaidir: ooc: +6 will save is pretty impressive for a pack animal O.O
11:52 amSeraphine_Harmonium: ooc: Nom, so far all that's happened is a dying fomorian said to kegain " You . . . face . . . Bres . . ." and now you guys are trying to get the donkey to come with you
11:52 amKegain: ooc: does wyrgan have speak to animals or something
11:52 amRobhartach: ooc: probably a fey pack animal
11:53 amRobhartach: ooc: what are you guys trying to do to the poor donkey?
11:53 amLaidir: ooc: yeah it could be shapeshifted faerie for all we know  
11:53 amKegain: ooc: we need it to come with us to the hag[/spoiler][/ooc]

Laidir slowly reaches for the leash.  The Donkey steps back again

[ooc][spoiler]11:54 amKegain: ooc: also, what did wyrgan get off of the fomors?
11:55 amSeraphine_Harmonium: ooc: The bronze sword, some strange looking coins, and some pieces of fruit you don't recognize. [/spoiler][/ooc]

Robhartach finally bothers to stand up and walk over

Robhartach: Mind if I? (Turns to the donkey) Hey there fella mind if we take you back to your mum?

[ooc][spoiler]11:55 amRobhartach: ooc: handle animal check
11:55 amRobhartach: !roll 1d20+6
11:55 amisobot: 23[/spoiler][/ooc]

Robhartach reaches out to take the leash slowly.  The creature looks aprehensive as Rob approaches

Robhartach: it'll be ok we're just going to take you back to the lady

The Donkey plants his feet.  Robhartach scratches the donkey behind the head trying to reassure him.  Meanwhile, Wyrgan takes the sword and coins and eyes the fruit. He won't eat any, but he does take a piece and pockets it.

11:58 amWyrgan: ooc: is the sword really heavy? [/spoiler][/ooc]

Robhartach: what's wrong? afraid of her?

The Donkey eyes Wyrgan with interest

Laidir: Hm, if we had soem food to soothe it with, perhaps that would help?

In response, the donkey nudges Laidir's hand with its nose.  Wyrgan approaches the donkey, dragging the blade behind him.

Wyrgan: Kegain, take this thing.  (Hands the blade to Kegain. )
Kegain: (Looks at it ) Never had a sword before. Alright. (Takes the blade from Wyrgan)

Wyrgan whispers soothing words to the beast in the tongue of the fey.  The donkey seems to nod at Wyrgan's words, but then again, maybe he is just going for Wyrgan's pockets.  Wyrgan feeds the donkey a piece of the weird fruit.  The Donkey eats the fruit hungrily.  Wyrgan pets the beast tenderly.

Laidir: I guess it was just hungry.

The donkey swallows the fruit, and looks at Wyrgan cheerfully.  Soon, it begins to look at you expectantly.  Wyrgan takes the reins gently and leads it back towards the crone they met earlier.

Wyrgan: Come on, we still have to find the damnable fish...
Laidir: I'd rather we just forget about the fish and head home
Wyrgan: Either way, we must move forward, not backward, if Swardhopper's words were true.
Laidir: It seems way too much trouble to be worth pursuing it

[ooc][spoiler]12:05 pmSeraphine_Harmonium: ooc: Are you lot heading back to the crone? I know Wyrg said he was.
12:05 pmRobhartach: ooc: I'm assuming we're all going with him
12:05 pmKegain: ooc: yes, if the donkey is done being recalcitrant[/spoiler][/ooc]

Kegain pockets the rest of the weird fruit after looking at it hungrily for several moments

Robhartach: I just want to go home myself but if the fish is the only way for us to find home then so be it
Laidir: we're supposed to find our way if we just follow the path.  No need for fishing far as I recall.  Although should the creature fall on our hands then by all means, we should seize it and drag it along

You approach the spot where you first encountered the crone.  Sure enough, there she is, the ancient woman, sitting upon a rock.  When the donkey catches sight of the crone and her bundles, he immediately sets his hind legs and pulls at his traces, braying loudly. The old woman just laughs.

Woman: It's only turnips, Morfran, and you know your burdens. You wouldn't want Gwion to get lonely.
Laidir: Old lady! We have saved your donkey!
Kegain: (Frowns at the donkey) He doesn't seem happy.
Laidir: Guess he doesn't like carrying turnips.
Woman: Morfran's always been ornery.  Never liked to pull his weight

The donkey struggles a minute more, then hangs its head and submits. The old woman slings the saddle basket up onto the donkey's back. Morfran grunts as it settles.Wyrgan hands the reins to the old woman.

Woman: Thank you young lads. How can an old woman repay such kindness?  

furrows his brows in thought. At this moment something most peculiar occurs: you begin to feel cold flecking your skin.  It is snowing

[ooc][spoiler]12:13 pmWyrgan: ooc: should we ask for information, or perhaps leave the reward to her?
12:14 pmWyrgan: ooc: i.e. leave it up to her?
12:14 pmKegain: ooc: hmmm, up to you.
12:14 pmWyrgan: ooc: laidir, rob?
12:14 pmWyrgan: ooc: seems like warm clothes would be good to ask for
12:15 pmKegain: ooc: or a warm place to stay for the night[/spoiler][/ooc]

Laidir: Ah, anything that might warm a traveler in this winter's chill
Woman: I know just the thing!  Beyond these woods is a land that is always in wintertime. There you will find the house of my sister Cailleach. Tell her Ceridwen sent you, and owes you a debt of gratitude.
Kegain: (frowns at this) How far is it?
Ceridwen: Not far now. A league at most. Though the land be ever cold, her abode is warm. The perfect shelter.
Wyrgan: Your offer is most gracious. (bows with unusual politeness, in contrast with his usually caustic demeanor)
Laidir: Farewell to you, then. We must be on our way lest we fall ill from the cold. (Also bows)
Ceridwen: Not at all, it is the least I can do to repay the deed you've done me.
Kegain: I guess we should get going then... it *is* cold out. (waves goodbye to the donkey) Bye donkey. Bye Ceridwen.
Robhartach: Yea looks like we have a good hour's walk ahead of us

The Donkey gives you a look of sadness as the distance between you grows.  As the lady and her donkey walk off into the distance, fog seems to rise up about their feet, but perhaps it is just the cold coming in.

Kegain: Poor donkey. Did it seem sad to you, Wyrgan? It did to me.
Wyrgan: It did seem a bit uneasy. Perhaps it dislikes its life of toil.
Laidir: Think it would have been happier to be eaten by those monsters?
Kegain: (frowns) Maybe.

Robhartach tries to whistle a merry tune as the walk through the cold

[ooc][spoiler]12:23 pmWyrgan: ooc: can I make a knowledge (planes) or (arcana) check to see if I know anything about the winter-land or Cailleach?
12:23 pmSeraphine_Harmonium: ooc: Sure
12:23 pmWyrgan: !roll 1d20+8
12:23 pmisobot: 12
12:23 pmSeraphine_Harmonium: ooc: which one first?
12:23 pmWyrgan: (knowledge planes)
12:23 pmWyrgan: !roll 1d20+9
12:23 pmisobot: 29
12:23 pmWyrgan: (arcana)
12:24 pmWyrgan: or do you mean which of the two places?
12:24 pmWyrgan: ooc^
12:24 pmWyrgan: !roll 1d20+8
12:24 pmisobot: 16
12:24 pmSeraphine_Harmonium: ooc: planes is about the winter land, and arcana about Cailleach?
12:24 pmWyrgan: !roll 1d20+9
12:24 pmisobot: 25
12:24 pmWyrgan: ooc: however you want to decide
12:24 pmWyrgan: ooc: not sure which is most applicable?
12:24 pmWyrgan: ooc: or if knowledge (arcana) should be applicable at all?
12:25 pmWyrgan: ooc: if not then 12 and 16 for planes
12:25 pmSeraphine_Harmonium: You cannot recall ever having heard of such a "winter land"
12:26 pmSeraphine_Harmonium: The name Cailleach strikes a chord, however
12:28 pmSeraphine_Harmonium: You recall that Cailleach is the name a crone associated with the winter months. A mystical figure of some power. [/spoiler][/ooc]

Robhartach 's whistling is unfortunately subpar, and he stops.

Robhartach: it's too quiet... laidir play us something
Laidir: Sure! (begins fluting a very cheerful, upbeat melody)
Wyrgan: We should be cautious in the home of this Cailleach. She may be dangerous if angered or displeased.

Laidir assumes a jubilant, almost dance-like gait as he continues to walk forth whilst playing his flute.  Robhartach feels a bit better with the music and begins to step a bit lighter, almost a skip in his stride.  Wyrgan scowls at the insipid frivolity of his companions.

You emerge from the woods overlooking a frozen land, covered with snow. The path before you remains clear, though on either side the snow stands a good 3 feet high. In the distance, you see a stone fortress resembling a square whose sides each extend from the central structure. One or more fires throw an orange cast over the stones and surrounding snow.

Kegain: I wonder if that's Cailleach's house.
Wyrgan: I expect it is. Rather grand.
Kegain: (squints at it) It is pretty big.
Robhartach: well let's go find out

Wyrgan feels a strange sensation stir within him. This castle reminds him distantly of the dark stronghold which haunts his dreams.  Robhartach continues along the path now perfectly merry despite his bruised and bloodied body.  Wyrgan approaches the castle of Cailleach hurriedly, rubbing his limbs.  Laidir picks up a handful of snow as he wades through the white powdery stuff. He rolls it into a snowball, grins, and hurls it at Wyrgan.

[ooc][spoiler]12:31 pmWyrgan: !roll 1d20+3
12:31 pmisobot: 20
12:31 pmWyrgan: (dodge roll)
12:31 pmRobhartach: ooc: lol
12:31 pmLaidir: ooc: dunno how to make attack roll with snowball  
12:32 pmWyrgan: ooc: ranged touch?
12:32 pmRobhartach: ooc: ranged attack roll I imagine
12:32 pmLaidir: !roll 1d20+2
12:32 pmisobot: 5
12:32 pmSeraphine_Harmonium: ooc: Lol[/spoiler][/ooc]

The snowball brakes apart in the air, showering kegain with icy particles butcoming nowhere near Wyrgan.  Wyrgan dodges aside and shoots a dark look at Laidir, but the jolly mood is somewhat infectious.

Robhartach: Haha!  (Seeing the snowball scoops up some of his own, packs it into a ball and tosses it back at Laidir)

[ooc][spoiler]12:33 pmLaidir: ooc: snowball war!
12:33 pmRobhartach: !roll 1d20+3
12:33 pmisobot: 1012:33 pm
12:33 pmLaidir: !1d20+312:33 pm[/spoiler][/ooc]

Kegain shakes his head, trying to get the snow out of his hair.  Wyrgan stoops and makes a snowball of his own, aiming for Laidir.

[ooc][spoiler]12:33 pmLaidir: !roll 1d20+3
12:33 pmisobot: 9
12:33 pmWyrgan: !roll 1d20+4
12:33 pmisobot: 14
12:33 pmRobhartach: ooc: mwahahaha
12:33 pmLaidir: !roll 1d20+3
12:33 pmisobot: 14
12:34 pmRobhartach: ooc: heh poor laidir[/spoiler][/ooc]

Wyrgan cackles unsettlingly.  Kegain grins and digs into the snowbank, coming up with a huge armload of snow. He dashes over to Rob and dumps the snow atop him.

[ooc][spoiler]12:35 pmKegain: !roll 1d20+6
12:35 pmisobot: 9
12:35 pmKegain: ooc: boo
12:35 pmRobhartach: !roll 1d20+2
12:35 pmisobot: 11[/spoiler][/ooc]

Robhartach steps back out of the way laughing.  Wyrgan moves into a flanking poisition against Robhartach and hurls a second snowball.

[ooc][spoiler]12:35 pmWyrgan: !roll 1d20+6
12:35 pmisobot: 16
12:36 pmRobhartach: !roll 1d20+2
12:36 pmisobot: 3
12:36 pmWyrgan: ooc: gothca[/spoiler][/ooc]

Robhartach laughs too hard and falls over as he gets nailed by a snowball.  Laidir tosses another snowball, this time at Kegain

[ooc][spoiler]12:36 pmLaidir: !roll 1d20+2
12:36 pmisobot: 20
12:36 pmKegain: !roll 1d20+1
12:36 pmisobot: 17   [/spoiler][/ooc]

Kegain: Oof!

Robhartach stands up and he and Kegain dust the snow off, shivering.  

Robhartach: Haha, well come on lads lets go check out this castle.  It's getting cold
Kegain: Brr.
Laidir: Alright.

Wyrgan continues towards the castle, his scowl returning.  Robhartach, as a last measure though scoops up a snowball and tosses it at wyrgan and then makes a dash ahead for the castle

[ooc][spoiler]12:38 pmRobhartach: !roll 1d20+3
12:38 pmisobot: 7
12:38 pmWyrgan: !roll 1d20
12:38 pmisobot: 12[/spoiler][/ooc]

Wyrgan ducks at the last moment.  Laidir dashes after Rob.  Wyrgan races after him too, grumbling but grinning.  Kegain lumbers into motion. His speed carries him ahead of the other two, and he races for the castle

[ooc][spoiler]12:40 pmWyrgan: ooc: Seraphine must be wondering what the heck is happenning to his game heh
12:40 pmRobhartach: ooc: suddenly snowball fighting
12:40 pmRobhartach: ooc: heh
12:40 pmSeraphine_Harmonium: ooc: lol, nah, I just sat back and let you guys have your fun for a while
12:40 pmWyrgan: ooc: talk about tonal dissonance, killing fomors one minute, next minute SNOWBALL FIGHT!
12:40 pmWyrgan: ooc: awesome though\
12:41 pmLaidir: ooc: hey we're playign a bunch of kids here, they need some distraction after such gruesome experience
12:42 pmRobhartach: ooc: also I doubt kids would truly grasp the impact of killing someone, especially if that someone wasn't a human but a "beast"
12:42 pmKegain: ooc: well. kegain feels guilty about it. [/spoiler][/ooc]

You approach the castle, upon which is reflected both the cold light of the snow, and the warm light of a fire. A large wooden door lies before you.

[ooc][spoiler]12:42 pmRobhartach approaches the door and peers in
12:42 pmKegain: ooc: I'd imagine its probably closed.
12:42 pmWyrgan: ooc: we're also celtic kids who are being raised to kill people if required
12:42 pmSeraphine_Harmonium: ooc: the door is closed. Are you saying you open the door to look in?
12:43 pmWyrgan: ooc: knock first!!
12:43 pmRobhartach: ooc: sorry I read your post as an open door
12:43 pmLaidir: We should knock, even if it's open. It's polite
12:43 pmRobhartach: ooc: not a closed one
12:43 pmRobhartach: ooc: don't know why
12:43 pmRobhartach: ooc: yea I'd knock if it was closed[/spoiler][/ooc]

Kegain comes to a stop. He steps up to the door and hesitates... but then knocks loudly and calls out.

Kegain: Hello?

As Kegain knocks upon the door, and the echoes of it reverberate in the air for several seconds. Then a click follows, and the door opens with a creak.  A strange sight greets you. Standing in the doorways, a woman appears before you, youthful and vibrant, with fiery red hair that seems almost to move about her as she stands before you. She is dressed in white and gold, and her long features hold the touch of serenity. About her neck is a gold torc. She is long in arm, leg, and torso, and by rights she should tower over you, yet she slouches, bent over strangely. She is half turned away from you, and offers you her right side as she addresses you.

Wyrgan: (Bows) Ceridwen sent us. She owes us a debt of gratitude.

Kegain lowers his gaze and wrings his hands

Laidir: We ask merely for a warm fireside, to keep away the chill for a while
Woman: And who is it my sister sends to seek shelter at Dun Geivreadh?
Wyrgan: I am Wyrgan mac Nissa.
Laidir: I am Laidir mac Berech. Pleased to meet you, mam!
Kegain: I'm Kegain!..We're... kind of lost.

[ooc][spoiler]12:48 pmWyrgan: ooc: do I know what court this creature belongs to, i.e. seelie or unseelie?
12:48 pmSeraphine_Harmonium: ooc: You are not sure which court she belongs to, or if she belongs to a court at all
12:49 pmWyrgan: ooc: gotcha [/spoiler][/ooc]

Cailleach: (Looks to Robhartach) And who are you who come to my door, wounded and silent?

[ooc][spoiler]12:50 pmRobhartach: ooc: oops sorry my window got scrolled up
12:50 pmRobhartach: ooc: was waiting for you guys to say something
12:50 pmRobhartach: ooc: but you already had
12:50 pmRobhartach: ooc: hold on[/spoiler][/ooc]

The woman turns to face you. What you see is anything but ordinary. Though her right side is a work of beauty, youth, even power, her left is aged, worn, and haggard. She, like her sister, is missing her left eye, and the wrinkled gray flesh droops over her cheek. Here, her hair is wispy and white, and her clothing tattered and patched, as though repaired time and again over many years.

[ooc][spoiler]12:51 pmWyrgan: ooc: coooool
12:52 pmRobhartach: ooc: ah ok nevermind guess I won't introduce myself then  
12:52 pmSeraphine_Harmonium: ooc: You sure, she still awaits your answer . . .
12:53 pmRobhartach: ooc: well it seems like you just continued on without me which is fine[/spoiler][/ooc]

Laidir tries to maintain a smiling demeanor.  Kegain 's eyes widen, and he promptly resumes staring at the ground.  The silence draws on.  Kegain punches Rob in the arm

[ooc][spoiler]12:53 pmRobhartach takes 4 damage and dies
12:53 pmRobhartach: ooc:  
12:54 pmKegain: ooc: obviously not a real punch
12:54 pmWyrgan: ooc: do i have the material component for the Message cantrip? I have it marked as prepared. [/spoiler][/ooc]

Cailleach: Find your tongue, boy!

[ooc][spoiler]12:55 pmRobhartach: ooc: crud brb
12:55 pmRobhartach: ooc: phone
12:56 pmSeraphine_Harmonium: ooc: Wyrg. Sure[/spoiler][/ooc]

Cailleach: (looks around at the lot of you ) Is the boy mute?

Wyrgan casts Message and whispers to Cailleach magically.

Wyrgan: (Message) He suffered a blow recently and is a bit woozy. I am the son of the creature known as Gloomheart.

[ooc][spoiler]12:59 pmKegain: ooc: watch her eat you
12:59 pmWyrgan: ooc: taking a bit of a risk I know..
12:59 pmWyrgan: ooc: but it seems the proper thing to do in Annwn when making formal introductions[/spoiler][/ooc]

Cailleach fixes her eye on Wyrgan

[ooc][spoiler]1:00 pmRobhartach: ooc: ok back [/spoiler][/ooc]

She looks at him long, and Wyrgan meets her gaze. Wyrgan finds her response whispered in kind into his mind.

Cailleach: (Message) the Son of Gloomheart indeed. Come home to find him have you?
Wyrgan: (Message) In fact I have not - though, if you know of his whereabouts, I would owe you a debt.

Wyrgan moves his lips as he mouths the Message, though he does not speak.  Laidir glances at Wyrgan, but does not say anything.

Cailleach: (Message) Who in Annwn does not know his whereabouts?
Wyrgan: (Message) I have never before ventured into Annwn - my mother was human, and I was raised in the human world; perhaps, later, we could discuss the matter in greater privacy.
Cailleach: (To All) First, come in out of the cold. You are welcome to Dun Geivreadh, travelers from Abred.

Kegain nods to her.  Wyrgan enters.

Kegain: Thank you, miss. Ma'am... Cailleach.
Laidir: Your hospitality is gracious

Robhartach 's injuries are obviously getting to him as he makes for the door and instead trips over his own feet and falls on his face.  He makes a concerted effort to get up.  Laidir lends a hand.

Laidir: You alright Rob? Don't tell me your wounds are opening now
Cailleach: Your wounds are grave indeed, boy
Robhartach: (stumbles up and inside) Funny, didn't feel so... bad earlier.  (Coughs)  
Cailleach: Come with me. You are in need of care.  

The lady turns and leads you down a corridor.  Kegain glances at Wyrgan, and then follows hesitantly.  Robhartach continues mumbling about how he felt fine just a minute ago.  Wyrgan follows Kegain and Cailleach.  Laidir looks around as he walks along, curious to see the castle from within.  With a certain grace she turns on her heel, her gowns flowing and twirling about her as she comes to a stop, facing you. With a slender and youthful right arm, she motions through an archway. Kegain walks through, slowly.

Through the archway, you can see a courtyard. Several braziers burn within, keeping the area free of snow.  Kegain smiles and walks over to one, warming his hands over it.  In the very center of the courtyard lies a well, some 7 feet across. It is ringed with stones, and a basin rests inside attached to a wynch. It appears large enough to sit in.  Wyrgan peers into the well. Laidir joins Kegain by the brazier.  Wyrgan wanders back over to Laidir and Kegain.

Kegain: You have a nice castle!

The lady smiles at the large boy. She speaks to Robhartach

Cailleach: Tell me your name, boy? Would you?
Robhartach: Rob
Cailleach: Rob then. Rob, the water in this well holds special properties. It can heal injuries.
Robhartach: (totally out of it at this point) That sounds nice.
Cailleach: Sit in this basin. I will lower you into the well. Bathe yourself in its waters. You wil be healed.

Robhartach does as she says

Laidir: To be lowered into the well? Isn't that dangerous?
Cailleach: I assure you that there is nothing to fear
Robhartach: bath'd be nice.  '˜S strange fellin fine just a bit go, now dont feel s fine  
Cailleach: The water in the well will heal your injuries
Laidir: I hope it'll heal his head as well. He's sprouting nonsense now
Cailleach: How grave were this boy's injuries? What happened to him?
Laidir: We confronted a couple of nasty brutes that had captured Ceridwen's donkey
Wyrgan: We were fighting Fomorians, seeking to bring your sister's donkey back to her. One of them wounded him.

Kegain nods enthusiastically in agreement

Laidir: We thought him dead for a moment, but Wyrgan was able to heal him a bit.
Cailleach: My Sister asked that of you did she? Never had much care or sense, she.
Wyrgan: We slew them easily enough. Except for Rob we came away fairly unscathed.

[ooc][spoiler]1:37 pmWyrgan: ooc: badass children
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Cailleach: You are lucky, then. Things could very easily have gone much worse for you. Help me get him into the basin, he hardly seems capable of doing it himself, now.

Kegain hurries over and helps lift Rob into the basin.  Wyrgan assists.

[ooc][spoiler]1:38 pmKegain: ooc: are we stopping soon, we kind of have CE.. now.
1:39 pmSeraphine_Harmonium: ooc: Oh, yeah, In just a minute
1:39 pmWyrgan: ooc: cool, i don't think there's a huge hurry, as kindling is yet to show - LD will be absent for a week or two and isn't with the main party anyway[/spoiler][/ooc]

The boys and Cailleach lift Robhartach into the basin resting within the well.  The young-and-old woman then turns a wheel by the well, and the basin begins to lower into the gap in the earth. Lower and lower it goes, down deep, until Rob is just a dark speck. Rob feels the water rising up over his body as he sinks into the well, and begins humming a tune.  Laidir peers worriedly intot he well.  The aches in Rob's muscles and bones begin to alleviate

[ooc][spoiler]1:47 pmWyrgan: ooc: might be a good place to stop??
1:48 pmSeraphine_Harmonium: ooc: Sure if you guys like
1:48 pmWyrgan: I think Kindling may be late or not showing up so we should probably start CE before it gets too late for Ghostman
1:49 pmSeraphine_Harmonium: ok
1:49 pm*** Wyrgan is now known as The_Bloodletter
1:49 pmThe_Bloodletter: great session!
1:49 pm*** Laidir is now known as Ghostman|AFK
1:49 pmThe_Bloodletter: characters are becoming comfortable now
1:49 pmGhostman|AFK: BRB
1:49 pmThe_Bloodletter: sure thing
1:49 pmSeraphine_Harmonium: See you guys next week.
1:50 pmThe_Bloodletter: looking forward to it!
1:50 pmThe_Bloodletter: and to talking with cailleach
1:50 pm*** Kegain is now known as Kaius_Alexander
1:50 pmThe_Bloodletter: pretty interesting character[/spoiler][/ooc][/ic]

[Steerpike]

Unfortunately it's looking like I won't be available for Cad Goleor this Monday (I should still be available for CE, but may be a smidgen late).  If plans change, I'll let you know.  Please, feel free to play without me/NPC Wyrgan.  I'm sure you'd do a  great job with him, Seraphine.

[Nomadic]

Unfortunately it's looking like I won't be available for Cad Goleor this Monday (I should still be available for CE, but may be a smidgen late).  If plans change, I'll let you know.  Please, feel free to play without me/NPC Wyrgan.  I'm sure you'd do a  great job with him, Seraphine.

I will also be gone this Monday, sorry that I can't make it.

[Ghostman]

Perhaps we could have the next week's game on some other day then?

[Seraph]

Ok, well if two people can't make it, then there's no point.  Do you guys want to reschedule?  We could try the Tuesday or Friday again, or find another time.

[Steerpike]

Either works fine for me.

[Nomadic]

I will be gone the entire week (not getting back until Saturday the 6th).

[Seraph]

Oh, okay.  Well, here is what I propose:  If Nom is the only one who can't make any time this coming week, he gives me a basic idea of what he wants his character to do and we conduct the game without him.

If anyone else cannot make it, we just postpone for a week.

Assuming we have a game this week, I am going to default to Tuesday unless Ghostman or TMG can't make that day.