In reply to Hetilda Yurick (msg # 455):

Occultism tells you that it is undead, and that holy things might harm it, but that normal weapons might not help.



The small room has a smashed set M of shelves with lots of broken glass, and a rusted iron box.

"Looks like we found an old strongbox. Maybe money...Maybe an apothecary's legacy...Want to check it out, Aldous?"

"'Course I do."  Aldous moves his light around the rusty box as he examines it for unpleasant surprises.

[Private to GM: 17:46, Today: Aldous Hack rolled 16 using 3d6.  Traps (12) checking rusty box.  Bad, but not a crit.]

In reply to Aldous Hack (msg # 459):

"Maybe I missed it, but what did mother suggest, other than she can't deal with it?"

"Normal weapons won't do much good, allowing it to drive past them, and get into close combat with us, which will spell our doom. Fire and magic hurt it some, but we need to figure out which faith he subscribed to, so he can be rebuked and sent back to bed, properly. Now..we only need to figure out what "no soy nadie" means, and we've probably found our clue, as to what that faith might be..."

"You hang around the foreign traders and caravans, sis. I'm, sure you can figure it out, without us having to go to a sage, right?"

"That's using your heads!"

Hettie remains ominously silent, a slightly concerned look on her face, that softens slightly as her eyes rest on the strongbox. She wrings her hands in anticipation and avarice.

"Sure I do..It's not Shevnian, or Aralaise. It might not even be a name, but I could probably narrow it down, and find someone who can identify the phrase, and where it comes from. Then, we'll have an idea of what local clerics can help us get what we'll need to chase it off, and destroy it!"

"Soy's a kinda bean, fat, ugly 'n green."  Aldous looks up from the rusty box.

"Nothin'.  Lemme see c'n I ope nit."  He pulls out his tools again (one of them still glowing like a candle flame) and sets to work on the lock, working slowly and carefully.

[Private to GM: 18:39, Today: Aldous Hack rolled 9 using 3d6.  Lockpicking (11 +1 for extra time +1 for lit pick = 13).]

In reply to Aldous Hack (msg # 466):

The strongbox has about a pound and a half of copper coins and a fat fistful of silver!

In reply to Narrator (msg # 467):

"Ooh, nice. That will help..."

"Let's get everything upstairs. The wight will be waiting in the outer corridor, which we haven't accessed yet...We'll take care of him, later!"
This message was last edited by the player at 01:05, Thu 10 Dec 2020.

Aldous pumps a fist. "Yesss!"

"We've got Rat man's boon of 93 silver coins, ($1860)
and this strongbox, to divvy up! We'll go to the merchant's quarter, where the foreign traders set up their pavilions. There, we can find out what we need, and prepare ourselves!"

In reply to Nana Yurick (msg # 471):

Counting out upstairs, there are 472 copper coins($472), and an additional 81 silver coins ($1620)

"We can do 7 shares, $564 apiece and have $4 left over!"
Nana says, looking at the stacks of silver and rows of copper coins, upon their back room's table.

"We should put that towards whatever we'll need to purchase, in putting this wight down.
You know, if I had a mace, I'd bust soy boy up, down there..."

"Soy Boy! Oh-ho! That'll fetch him! We'd better be ready for him...You wanna do it...?"

"What? Call him out? You've got the big mouth, so why don't you do it!?"
*Laughing*

In reply to Svendegard Yurick (msg # 476):

"We should share out the cash, as everyone has their own ways to deal with this thing. I doubt everyone will agree on anything, because there is no surefire way to deal with them."

Maybe we all contribute to a thing to take out the wight and then keep some for our own needs? Say $200 apiece for a holy device and we keep $364?  That provides $1404 for a weapon or holy device.

"Let's see what we need exactly...You know, sometimes clerics are all too happy to help in putting down these sorts of abominations. If silver harms it, it could get expensive...So your budget will be a good idea, as far as investing."

Aldous's eyes get big.

"Tha's 'nuff t' buy a sword!"  He drops into a fencing stance, holding his knife in prime and his lantern high, behind his head.

Then his face drops.  "Ain't 'nuff t' git'er silvert, tho."

19:50, Today: Nana Yurick rolled 12 using 3d6.  Area Knowledge (Northport) [1] 13.
"I'm sure I know a place where we get get some weaponry inlaid and edged with silver, as well as arrows."