Mists over the Musarde, Chapter Five

[Adam]

Bennedict closes his eyes, his shoulders dipping in the deepest exhaustion. Let them kill each other, he thinks, I want nothing more to do with this insanity.

Shouldering his crossbow, he turns back towards the moot house. He pauses only a moment to allow Dorgio to see him depart, gesturing meaningfully towards the road with a nod of his head. It was clear to the archivist now that his traveling companions were mad, and no amount of rational talk would change their minds.

[Brock Marsh Runoff]

"Get away!" He waves his spear at Norzak's shadow in order to get its attention. "You've neutralized him, that's enough! Something's driven him mad and I won't be letting you kill him without finding out why!" With that, Dorgio says a prayer over the fallen knight to attempt to stop the bleeding.




[[OOC: Cure minor wounds]]

[JMaytr]

Jonathan puts his knife away and shoulders his crossbow.

"I didn't want that fight Dorgio. I figured a spit for a slap was a fair return. I didnt know the knight would try to kill me for it. I had to defend myself and protect Norzak. I didn't want to fight let alone hurt anyone."

With his weapons now out of his hands Jonathan goes over to the fallen knight. The boy watches Dorgio heal him and he smiles.

"Is he gonna be okay?" Jonathan asks.

Reaching down the boy gently shakes the knights foot.

"Hey Cirdan! Wake up! Don't die!"

[ewancummins]

Dorgio lays hands on the fallen knight, praying for healing. Jon is on the spot in a flash, trying to help rouse the gravely injured man.

Cirdan's lifesblood continues to seep out of his armor, staining the grass and earth. The knight gasps once or twice, and then a horrible gurgling rattle sounds from within the confines of his demon-faced helm.

Dorgio feels a backflow of energy. Something is wrong. The spell, it isn't working!

[steveflam]

Norzak frowns and in his own way, understands. "Dorgio, reverse yer spell it might heal him then! Stead of givin him positive energy to heal, use negative energy like I might wanna use ta cure me shadow if it was injured. Sure as hell hope I don't regret not cuttin his head off."

[ewancummins]

Norzak's living shadow slips across the grass and falls in place behind the dwarf, becoming to all appearances nothing but an ordinary shadow.

[Brock Marsh Runoff]

Upon hearing Norzak's suggestion, he sucks in his teeth, understanding the implications. In desperation, he lays hands on the fallen knight again and chants a different sort of prayer. He feels something like pitch bubbling within, and he utters a chthonic hymn he'd learned in his younger days, but never used. Whatever power flowed this time, Dorgio could not believe it was the Morninglord's.


[[OOC: Cause minor wounds]]

[ewancummins]

Cirdan does not stir.

[ewancummins]

Jon suddenly looks very ill. In a moment, the boy has collapsed to the ground. He groans, kicking in the dirt and clutching his belly.

[ewancummins]

Ottokar approaches and kneels beside Jon.

''Something is wrong with the boy- he is sick! Dorgio, how is the knight?''

[Brock Marsh Runoff]

Dorgio responds only with a string of Luktar profanity. He reaches for Cirdan's helmet and pulls it off, checking for a pulse or any sign of life.


[[OOC: Heal check 17 http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2323016/]]

[ewancummins]

Dorgio responds only with a string of Luktar profanity. He reaches for Cirdan's helmet and pulls it off, checking for a pulse or any sign of life.


[[OOC: Heal check 17 http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2323016/]]

Cirdan's face is frozen in a horrible grimace. The red light in his eyes has gone. He is not breathing. He has no pulse. The knight's skin is cold to the touch. He is dead.

[steveflam]

Norzak moves to Jon's side right away! He shakes the lad softly trying to wake him. He looks at him closely, for any sign of why he has passed out. Keep and eye on the half elf so I can concentrate on Jon.

[Brock Marsh Runoff]

"Dead."


He stands and turns away from the body, then kicks a clod of dirt into the air. He lets lose a wordless, gutteral scream of rage. "Kurva! What are we becoming?" He strikes the heel of his fist against the side of a tree in frustration.

Then he sees Jon curled in a ball, and stoops to check the boy. "Cirdan had better have been wrong."

[[OOC: Heal check, 14 http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2323016/]]

[ewancummins]

Jon is only semi-conscious, seemingly unable to speak. The boy just groans and squirms and kicks the dirt.