So this is how Sh*t went down my homies...
At that moment, Jeremiah leapt out the window, closely followed by a bleeding mage. Both suffered mild bruising, and the poison on Jeremiah's sword dealt him the last of its pitiful weak damage then fizzled out with a *pfft*.
Despite this daring act of acrobatics from two men quite unsuited for it, the assailant was nowhere to be seen. Brutus would have to wait for his revenge, while Jeremiah began his plot to get this one next time... he was a proper bad guy, and due some pre meditation.
Meanwhile, Nat discovered sweet F**k all at the stables. Disappointing, but life is like that sometimes. She decided to be philosophical about it all - as monks are known to do, of course.
Prudence bled some more, Joan snored, and poor Gerty passed with a faint burble in her sleep. We were too late for her.
A few minutes later, the party had gathered, and dropped all the curative (healing, lay on hands, cure disease etc) magick they had which wasn't in potion form. Jer discovered some nasty bugs in his helmet, leading to the subsequent discovery of bucketloads more in everyone's headgear. Not fun at all.
Jer went off to "Call the Police!" and wake up the inn staff. People were amazed, there was a hullabaloo, and a wasted attempt to raise Gerty, alas she was not meant for this earth...
Shortly thereafter we discovered what we suspected - all our fancy kit was gone. Luckily we had more interesting items from our previous efforts, though Jer missed his nice plate +2. It was pretty.
In the middle of the night, some very significant draconic stuff went down, we were all introduced to 3 silver dragons, led by one Falx, Grandson of Bahamut (not to name - drop, but...) who informed us that some bad, bad men (and monsters) had some potions of silver dragon control, and that shit would quickly hit the fan in 24 hours were we not to fix this situation. So we grabbed some basic kit and buggered off to a crypt yonks away where the evil ones had set up shop. We then proceeded to righteously fuck some shit up. Picked up 2 potions, fought some beasties, (Jer spiced things up by hilariously throwing away weaponry left right and centre, but we still won so nyah!).
One potion in a fancy bottle was destroyed, the other merely tipped out, and the Dragons were so turned on by this sucess that they gave Jer some serious, serious kit, (see post below) and a restoration scroll for a mage mysteriously placed in the front line due to him glowing like a christmas tree and humming like a power line from all the magic focussed on keeping his rather meaty buttocks safe from unauthorised penetration...
So that's where we are - deep in a crypt with some wights, mummies and the remains of a horde of wererats, with more to come...