Mists over the Musarde, Chapter Five

steveflam · Post by **steveflam** » Thu Nov 19, 2009 5:50 pm

Norzak steps forward, clearing his throat before speaking. "Well, uh, I ain't a religious man by nature. I'd just like ta say that I think that Cirdan were a good folk, cept somethin made him go mad. I hope e finds peace in his eternal slumber. May yer soul rest in peace, half elf."

Norzak moves back and makes place for anyone else who wishes to say something.

Brock Marsh Runoff · Post by **Brock Marsh Runoff** » Fri Nov 20, 2009 5:38 pm

"Cirdan, he was a soul who was always wanting to do his duty. There were times when that duty was causing him great pain, great personal sorrow, yet he always did what he felt was expected of him. In this, I am thinking he followed the vow of his vocation. Cirdan, may your strength in this life be granting you tenacity in the next."

If there is no one else left and nothing else left to be done, Dorgio lowers the tourch onto the bier.

ewancummins · Post by **ewancummins** » Fri Nov 20, 2009 5:56 pm

The dry wood quickly catches fire, and soon the bier is wreathed in bright orange flames. Smoke from the burning wood curls up high overhead, only to be whipped away by a sudden wind that tears through the clearing. The trees of the forest shake, leaves falling like tears of green and gold. Cirdan's broken sword gleams dully on his breastplate of battered, black iron. In death his face has relaxed, losing the fierce grimace that Dorgio had first beheld upon opening the demon-faced visor. Now, the half-elf knight's mouth has settled from a beastly grimace into a subtle grin- beatific or mocking, depending on one's perspective.

After a few minutes, the fire reaches Cirdan, and soon the flames and smoke have mostly obscured your view of the dead man. The air takes on a stink of hot iron and roasted flesh, mixed with the more pleasant wood smoke. One may be thankful for the breeze.

Adam · Post by **Adam** » Sat Nov 21, 2009 11:27 am

Benn fishes a handkerchief from his pocket, wiping at the corners of his eyes, as he turns away from the bier.

"Let's go see what madness that boy has gotten himself into this time." He says, turning and walking towards the moothouse.

ewancummins · Post by **ewancummins** » Sat Nov 21, 2009 2:04 pm

As Benn enters the Moot-house, he sees that a crowd has gathered around Jon's cot. Most are facing inward, attentions capture by something out of Benn's view. Jon may be in there, but Benn cannot see the boy through all the people. The gathered folk shuffle and nudge, whispering to one another.

JMaytr · Post by **JMaytr** » Sat Nov 21, 2009 3:39 pm

Jonathan lies on a cot, a blank look on his face. The boy says nothing but mouths the name Cirdan over and over.

steveflam · Post by **steveflam** » Sat Nov 21, 2009 3:41 pm

Norzak follows Benn inside and says "Excuse us" every time he moves forward to get to Jon.

ewancummins · Post by **ewancummins** » Sun Nov 22, 2009 1:35 am

Anyone looking at Jon will immediately notice the change: he is several inches taller than he was this morning, his skinny frame has filled out with lean muscle, and his chin and upper lip have sprouted red whiskers! His clothing is too short and tight for him now, and has actually ripped in several places. He has grown from a boy to a man in the course of a single day!

Lord Skybolt · Post by **Lord Skybolt** » Sun Nov 22, 2009 2:35 am

Wat tells him what has happened to the Boy .

I hope these changes to the boy will not scare these hicks.-Alain thinks to himself .

Brock Marsh Runoff · Post by **Brock Marsh Runoff** » Sun Nov 22, 2009 11:39 am

Dorgio joins the others at Jon's cot. His eyes widen when he sees what has occurred. "Benn, have you ever seen anything like this?" The priest leans in to take a closer look.

steveflam · Post by **steveflam** » Sun Nov 22, 2009 11:41 am

"Is it cause of tha weasel in him, this growth?," Norzak asks both Benn and Dorgio.

JMaytr · Post by **JMaytr** » Sun Nov 22, 2009 12:31 pm

Jonathan speaks, but his voice is deeper and his eyes keep their wide, almost terrified look.

"The knight...Cirdan...did this to me..."

Jonathan repeats the scene again and again. After several minutes of this, Jonathan seems to pull himself out of his trance and looks about the room at the party and the worried moot folk.

"There was still some good in Cirdan. As his mist lords sought to take him away, he gave me the good part of him, so that his heroics could live on."

Jonathan gets out of the cot and stretches his limbs for what feels like the first time.

Adam · Post by **Adam** » Sun Nov 22, 2009 1:36 pm

Benn puts a hand to the back of the boy's head, checking for a fever.

"He sounds delirious," Benn says, "Though I know of no illness with this effect." He shakes his head at Norzak's question. "I don't believe so. In some of the tales of his...affliction, those with it are said to take on the appearance over time that resembles their alternate form. I've never heard of it happening so dramatically, though, and I always sort of just assumed it was because people who turn into wolves or other beasts had other things to worry about than personal hygiene."

He drops his voice to a whisper for Jon. "No more of that talk, now. The people are frightened enough as it is without mentioning Cirdan."

ewancummins · Post by **ewancummins** » Sun Nov 22, 2009 3:39 pm

The locals are mostly staring or pointing at Jon.
You all may pick out comprehensible snatches of speech from the frightened and confused chatter of the crowd:

''What has happened to him! ''

''He is a grown man, now!''
'' How is this possible?''

steveflam · Post by **steveflam** » Sun Nov 22, 2009 10:17 pm

Norzak walks over to Jon and looks up at him for the first time, a concerned look on his face. "Hey, laddie, how ye feelin? Wanna go fer a walk?"

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Mists over the Musarde, Chapter Five