Birthright: Chapter Seven

[RocEter]

Foerde will move on to the next area, if it reveals the same thing as the last he will keep moving on until he sees something new.

[ewancummins]

Foerde will move on to the next area, if it reveals the same thing as the last he will keep moving on until he sees something new.

Moving on to the next point, a high hill masked by trees, Foerde looks about at the country ahead and spots a dark blur in the high grass, maybe thirty yards to the northeast. Crows hang about the spot , cawing at one another and flapping their wings.

[RocEter]

Foerde will move closer and investigate the blur.

[ewancummins]

Foerde will move closer and investigate the blur.

Creeping down the side of the hill and crawling through the high grass, Foerde reaches the spot.
Crows flap up into the sky, calling out in a hoarse chorus; a few black feathers fall on Foerde.
A child-sized gray goblin dressed in rusty mail sprawls on the flattened grass, its eyeless face turned up towards the warm sunlight. A few sluggish flies emerge from the dead goblin’s open mouth, crawling over the peeled lips and buzzing away into the clear air.

[RocEter]

Foerde

Foerde concentrates on the dead goblin for a few minutes, after which he gets a sense of wrongness. A wrongness he can't really describe. This feeling is faint and fading..

He examines the Goblin more closely to see if he can determine how long the goblin has been dead.

[ewancummins]

Foerde

Foerde concentrates on the dead goblin for a few minutes, after which he gets a sense of wrongness. A wrongness he can't really describe. This feeling is faint and fading..

He examines the Goblin more closely to see if he can determine how long the goblin has been dead.

No wounds, but purplish discoloration in the lips suggests choking to death, or maybe some sort of poison.

[Varrus the Ethical]

Cathedral

"Your Holiness, to be blunt, Carlion's guilt or innocence is immaterial to me. I am in Duke Devlin's service." Road straightens his posture. "It's my duty- which I know is an odd word coming from a sellsword- to fight Tuornen's enemies. And until a truce is called, Duke Carlion Alamie is one of those enemies."

''Your sense of duty is commendable. So long as your actions are noble and just, you have my support. I have nothing further to impart, except my blessing if you seek it.''

Roald bows. "Your blessing is always welcome, Your Holiness." But you can keep your religious war.

[ewancummins]

The Archprelate rises and places his hands on Roald's forehead.


"May Haelyn's noble example provide you with a model for life, may his grace touch your heart, may his strong arms give added force to every blow you strike in the cause of justice, and may his aegis protect you from the Powers of Darkness. “

[RocEter]

Foerde

Foerde concentrates on the dead goblin for a few minutes, after which he gets a sense of wrongness. A wrongness he can't really describe. This feeling is faint and fading..

He examines the Goblin more closely to see if he can determine how long the goblin has been dead.

No wounds, but purplish discoloration in the lips suggests choking to death, or maybe some sort of poison.

Foerde returns to Fhylie.

[ewancummins]

FOERDE, COUNTRYSIDE

Foerde

Foerde concentrates on the dead goblin for a few minutes, after which he gets a sense of wrongness. A wrongness he can't really describe. This feeling is faint and fading..

He examines the Goblin more closely to see if he can determine how long the goblin has been dead.

No wounds, but purplish discoloration in the lips suggests choking to death, or maybe some sort of poison.

Foerde returns to Fhylie.

She greets him with a quizzical glance.
Keeping her oftentimes loud voice small and soft, she asks,
"Well, did you find the source of that smoke? Anything else of note?"

[RocEter]

Foerde

"Yes." Foerde says nodding. "I found nine still figures in black cloaks sitting around a camp fire that is slowly dying. They were as still as death save one who rocked back forth. Later it fell on its side and never got up. Further ahead of them I found crows feasting on a corpse of a goblin." He says pausing a moment to let the information sick in. "They did not die of natural causes, there was a faint feeling of wrongness about the dead goblin.

I don't like it, this wrongness doesn't sit well with me."

[ewancummins]

Fhylie frowns.
''Hmm...could be plague or poison.
Or maybe sorcery.''

[RocEter]

"I see, then I think we can both agree it would be best to continue on with increased vigilance." Foerde says.

[ewancummins]

"I see, then I think we can both agree it would be best to continue on with increased vigilance." Foerde says.

"Yes, let's return to the others."

[RocEter]

Foerde

Mounting his horse, Foerde and Fhylie return to the rest their traveling party.