PC | Message |
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Joran |
With hordes of undead failing to step form the shadows, Joran slowly calms down. |
Richard |
Richard keeps a wary eye on the woman and waits to see what happens. |
DM |
The dead thing on the ground is apparently staying that way, as your prodding and oogling of it doesn't seem to have any effect. It looks the same as before, tight
gray skin stretched over thin bones. Sharp teeth and claws. Black ichor oozing from it's wounds. The creature is also wearing tattered and stained clothing. |
Joran |
Joran holds out his hand to the woman, blocking her path. |
Aren |
I'm going to back Joran and Raven up if they're going into the alley. |
Natty |
Natty will resume station at rear guard, Bow at the ready. |
Raven |
Raven follows Joren down the ally, all senses alert for even the sligtest problems. "Corvus, have you seen Ash?" |
Corvus (Raven's pet) |
Corvus gives the impression to Raven, that he saw her silently slip into the shadows when the creature burst out of the alley, but after that he has not seen her. |
Wynne |
Wynne sits on the ground, head in his hands, desperately trying to get a grip on reality. |
DM |
The last time that Ash was seen, she was standing slightly apart from you all (as normal) when you met with Raven outside the alehouse. |
Aren |
"Pardon me, miss, but do you think maybe you could warn us before doing something like that? What makes you think it's safe to just go rifling through people's pockets?" |
Wynne |
Wynne walks slowly and methodically, darting his eyes and head at every nook, cranny, and shadow. |
Wynne |
Wynne walks up beside the woman and hopefully sees if she finds what she's looking for. |
DM |
At Aren's question and Richard's approach, the woman stands up. She holds out her hand, showing some scant few gold pieces and a couple silver. She smiles
wryly, and says, "Gold. No need for the dead to have it. They have no use for it." Then she saddens and looks down. "These here were my companions. Were."
She seems to straighten up and looks back at you all. "Well, come on. We have to meet up with my employer before sunrise."
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Natty |
Natty keeps his position keeping watch for rear and side ambushes. |
Wynne |
Wynne stays in the middle of the group, still wigged out. |
Raven |
Raven keeps his eyes and ears open for anything unusual and takes his usual position near the front |
Joran |
Joran eyes the woman, then his companions in disbelief. |
Aren |
"Joran, they're dead. It doesn't make any differance whether she dragged their corpses out of here or not - they still wouldn't be coming back." |
Joran |
"And her employer will still be there after we have done what is decent. |
raven |
Raven begins to talk in his charactaristic low whisper, more to the air than to anyone in particular. |
Joran |
"These are not the wilds of Tepest, we are in a civilized world now. |
Aren |
"Not I. I respect your reasons, Joran, but I feel it's more important we help the living. Please be quick and catch up with us soon." |
Richard |
"I will help you, but we have to hurry. We don't need to incur any legal entanglements from corpses that we know nothing about." |
Natty |
"I will cover you as you carry them to the temple."
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Joran |
"Agreed to that." Joran nods. |
Richard |
Richard nods carefully and whispers back, "my thoughts exactly." |
Wynne |
Wynne pulls out his short sword, still looking around nervously. He stays close to the group as you move down the alleyway. |
DM |
As Joran bends to pick up the body, he feels the bile in his throat rise slightly as he gazes upon the corpses face. About a third of the flesh on the face is gone, revealing bone and ichor. The ragged edges around the wound indicate that the face was possibly...bitten off. |
DM |
As Wynne, Raven, and Aren travel through dark alleys, you notice that you are always sticking to the darker roads, the more dangerous routes. In fact, several times you have gone past a major roadway just to enter another alleyway. The few times that you have had to cross a large street, the girl leading you has always darted across quickly and only when she reaches the shadows does she turn back to motion you all to hurry on. A ways into the trip, she turns to your group as she is walking and says "I would know your names so that I may introduce you to my leader. And, if you care, what you are good at." |
Raven |
"My name in this realm is Raven, and if by rare chance you have heard of me, then you know of what I do." |
Aren |
Aren sketches a mocking bow in the woman's general direction and says-
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Wynne |
Wynne responds in a rather shaken, almost timid, voice. "My name is Wynne. I am a member in good standing of the Mordentshire Cartographical Society. My primary skills lie within my trades, both cartography and as a woodland guide."
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Rina |
The girl turns to address your group. "My name is...well, you can call me Rina." She gives a crooked smile that is somewhat charming as she says this. "I work for a man named Wick. We are going to meet him, as he needs your help. But first, I want to wait for your friends. We'll need them all for this job. As to what the job is, well it's not my place to say; Wick wouldn't be plea...umm. Don't worry about it. He'll tell you." She then turns to Wynne. "Little one, you can sit here and rest if you like. Or, you can travel to the Temple and meet with your friends. But I don't think they will be staying at the temple, but coming back to meet us here. You might save yourself the walk and just sit here." As she says this, she turns to stare off at the large temple. |
Aren |
Aren shrugs, says "Very well", and begins waiting. |
Wynne |
Wynne sits down on the curb. He takes his short sword and places it between his legs, resting the point on the ground. He wraps both hands around the hilt and rests his forehead on the pommel. Wynne closes his eyes, breathing deeply and slowly. |
DM |
The girl listens to you all as she travels and then turns back to Raven and says questioningly "I don't know what you do. Fly? Eat bugs?" She seems to be amused by this and her mouth curls upwards in an impish smile.
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Wynne |
Wynne continues to move with the group, taking little head of the conversation between Raven and the girl.
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Aren |
"What are we waiting for? I thought we were supposed to be meeting someone." |
Raven |
Raven doesn't answer the girls rhetorical question, rolling his eyes slightly. "Now that you know about us, perhaps you can enlighten me on a few things. As in who you are and what exactly are we needed for?" |
DM |
As Natty, Richard, and Joran trudge down the streets with the body, you all can't help but wonder what someone would say if they saw you like this. Fortunately, it seems that people in Martira Bay are intelligent, and have locked themselves up for the night. The only sounds are the brisk clipping of your feet upon the cobblestones.
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Joran |
Joran walks up to the doors. With the body(s) in his arms, he waits till one of his companions knocks at the door. |
Richard |
"I'm afraid I'm not very familiar with the temple of the Overseer...are they friendly?" |
Joran |
"Ofcourse they are!
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Richard |
Richard knocks at the door. |
Natty |
Natty stays ready to defend Joram and Richard from rear attack, the bodys animating, and ambush from inside the temple. |
Richard |
As Richard knocks on the door, you hear shuffling footsteps. Then the portal is opened and you see a smallish man standing in front of you in brown monks robes. He has a hawk-like nose, and brush mustache, and peering eyes. A cyst on the side of his nose stands out. He stares at you for a moment, as if trying to devour every bit of your intentions by stare alone. Then, before you can say anything he ushers you inside. "Come in, come in. What can I do for you friend? Has he got the fever? Fainted? Well, come on! Tell me, for the Overseer's sake!"
|
Natty |
Natty slings his bow and put the arrows back in the quiver. |
Richard |
"Um...here," Richard says, and sort of pushes whatever he may be carrying at the monk... |
Joran |
"Naye"
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DM |
As you speak your words and show the bodies to the Priest, he steps back and gasps. Then, looking to Joran he speaks "You know the beliefs well, warrior. It is an unusual thing to see in your kind. Very well. I shall perform the blessings upon the bodies, preventing them from rising and reclaiming the land. Bring them this way, and lay them down upon the tables. Tomorrow they shall be buried in the pauper's graveyard...unless" at this point he turns to look you in the eye "you wish to make...other arrangements?" You also notice his palm has snaked out, as if ready to accept coins from you, but not in such an obvious way as to attract attention. |
Joran |
Joran nods.
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Richard |
Richard follows hastily. |
Natty |
Natty follows as well, though still warry. Once outside Natty returns to defensive mode with bow out and looking for undead ambushs. |