Olivia pauses for a moment wondering if Jarn should come back and pick up Derrick or if they should just leave the body inside the wards.  "Are we just leaving him here then?"  Olivia looks at Ted Bear and then at the slowly distancing forms of Dia and Jarn.

Upon hearing Olivia Jarn turns.

"Who?"

He looks down at Derrick.

"Oh right!"

Jarn returns, chucks Derrick over his shoulder, and starts off again to the village.

"Sorry bout that, forgot about him."
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Robin follows the group to the newly arrived carriages.

The town has begun to cautiously rebuild. None of the buildings are open yet, but since they don't have closed signs up, they aren't in a position to argue. Significantly, there is a fat man in the middle of town, yelling out now that someone is here to listen to him.

"Hear ye, hear ye! Brave heroes have cleared the road and much of the underbrush, and have reopened the roadways! More heroes... of a sort... have arrived! The tavern, the hospice, the smith, the guildhall, the abbey, and of course, the town square, the life and substance of our quiet hamlet here! All more or less open for spending."

This, of course, is Ben. Ben is actually doing his job for once. Soon, he will stop doing that, and either go to Bourbon's or to the wrecked Abbey to sleep things off or drink himself into a stupor.

A small or at least contained commotion is at one of the newly arrived wagons as a green troll in armor is having issue with the dimensions of the door. "Come on ya git. Rrrrrr, stu'id humi-- doors." after another heavy strained growl he finally manages to free himself from the carriage and barely avoids faceplanting immediately upon success. Finally free from the confines of the carriage he stretches his vestigial wings and then systematically everything else from there. Finally he spots Robin, "Oi Robin, hope dis place drinks better than it looks."
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"Come on Durque, lets go find out together, gotta fill you in on a few things anyways. We should have a little while, since Dia has to get himself some supplies. The two head off towards the tavern and she yells back to Dia where he can find them when he is ready.

A gaunt Goliath folds himself out of the carriage with eerie grace. He stands at 8 foot tall. Something seems off about him. But he does have a pretty nice leather wide brimed hat.

"Greetings Dia. I have safely transported what remains of your things."


Looking much closer, One notes that he isn't mearly gaunt, he is literally mummified

OOC:
08:09, Today: Bang Ironson rolled 10 using 1d20+8.  Disguise from hat.

...

Apparently I was allowed to take 10 on a Disguise check so the result is 18.

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Dia smiles brightly, actuallyhappy to see the morose goliath.

"Good Morning Bang. Glad yo see that you made the trip safely. Could you come with me? I need to buy some basic things... and talk with Bourbon."

Dia goes to find Bourbon

A small, cloaked, rat-man jumps out of the carriage and scurries up to Jarn.

"Ah! Iron-brain! You are not dead, good, good, yes, yes. Come! We must make our way to the facility of money making. We have debts to pay, yes, yes."
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"Already paid."

"Yes, yes, already paid, come we must go to........."

Quil'Fank turns surprised.

"What, WHAT!.....Already paid! How!? Who!? Yes!"
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"I got a wish, well actually three wishes, and I used one of them to wish are debts away."

"Wish!......WISH!!? THREE!? How? Where did Iron-brain get three wishes!?

"I got it from that little colorful necromancer over there, he has a deck of cards that when you draw one miracles happen, but be careful because some of those cards......"

And before Jarn can finish.....

"WIIIIIIIIIIIIIISSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!"

Quil'Fank screams as he rushes toward Dia.

"Friend! Friend! Let this one pull from the cards of miracles!"

Dia arched an eyebrow at the unusual being before him and pulls out the Darkest Deck.

"Sure. If you want to Draw from the Darkest Deck, go Ahead."

He then offers the deck to draw from.

Olivia regarded the strange parade of new arrivals as they themselves returned to town from the warded circle on the hill.  `I was to be with them,` thought Olivia looking at each of them in return, an undead, a troll thing, and a large rat.  She shivered and looked again at her other travelling companions, A death obsessed halfling still clutching a skull, a giant of a man who's given his life to a machine, and the demonic looking Fey'ri but that was just Fey'ri.

There seemed to be a promise of a place that Derrick's body could be taken care of.  He's the one that got her into this, she was fairly certain that Derrick was not going to get her out of it.  Olivia follows along behind the others to the one called Bourbon.  Perhaps a drink at the bar would help.

Quil'Fank frantically pulls from the deck and as he does the last words of warning Jarn gave him crosses his mind. "will do horrible things to you."

Quil'Fank holds the card up high.

"Yes, Yes, wishes and horrible things..... wait a minute..."

The card Quil'Fank triumphantly drew and raised is nothing other than The Gem, which rumbles in his hand and then drops fifty well-cut, large gems of green, red and blue on him, apparently called Rupees in some strange land, because they can't spell rubies I guess. Either way, localized economic devastation or rejuvenation is now in the hands of one certain nezumi wizard.

Quil'Fank, just so we are clear, now has fifty thousand gold pieces worth of assorted gems on his hands.

In Dia's mind, the Deck laughs, and encourages him to do it to another.

Quil'Fank recovers from the small avalanche of gems, and immediately starts gathering them up in his bag.

"Iron-brain! Quick, quick, help, help and find out where the building of investment is yes, yes."

"Whoo, you got lucky that pull, last person to do that got teleported somewhere, and this jent (Jarn patted Derrick's body still over his shoulder.)lost his soul. We're currently looking for both of them. Anyway..."

Jarn shouts to the crowd.

"Anyone know where a bank at?"

Olivia and Robin, at least, had the sense to go for a drink. Behind the counter is a full-blooded, grey skinned orc in a plain outfit of red and yellow cleaning out a glass. "Oy. First new customer. Welcome. Ain't got no money to front yet, so we ain't got the gambling up yet. Lady ain't arrived yet, so same for the R&R service. But I got alcohol, or at least the stuff the undead didn't smash up."

He glances down at Dia, doing his card trick at the door. "Ay! Don't bust that damn thing out in my business! Those cards are not allowed near my tables, and they stay in your robes or whatever the hell you are wearing! We gamble with money, here, not literally everything else. I've been told dead bodies are frowned upon here, and I'm pretty sure that hasn't changed."

The Deck buzzed vague disapproval into Dia's mind - one gets the impression the Deck was attempting the psychic counterpart to a raspberry.

He did, however, note the gems raining down on Quil'Fank, and his voice became a bit more... well, an attempt was made to be formal in tone. "Ell, glad to see someone prospered from the cursed deck of evil. Afraid I can't break high value gems yet. If you'd like to spend, though, I'm happy to have your money here, Sir. Drinks are currently worth one gem each, two drink minimum limit."

There was a sign behind Bourbon stating very different prices for drink, that were measured in coins instead of gems.

Durque's arm was resting on the counter trusty mug in hand, when the announcement of the new prices hit him like a ton of bricks causing his relaxed expression turns into a slump. Then he stands and shouts in anger"OI! Where Dat Leave Da Rest O' Us Den? Quilly Ain't Exactly Da Sharing Type."

Robin places a hand on Durque's shoulder "Come on mate, well go see if someone can special order ya some West Gate Ruby can't be any worse than the prices here."

After stuffing all the gems in the bag Quil'Fank takes a quick look at the price of drinks. 4 copper per mug of ale.

"One gem per drink, my, my. I did not realize this was an establishment for nobility, yes, yes. I hope the rest of you didn't have to many drinks! (Quil'Fank yells out to the rest of the patrons of the tavern.) Seeing as are gracious bar keep has up the price to 1000 gold per mug. Yes! Yes!"