Peth's calm and methodical nature yields impressive results, and soon the Archivist spots a dirty rag doll in the form of a long eared humanoid rabbit, stuck in a thorny bush on the other side of the shore.
Common sense would indicate that this should be the infamous Tatters, as this spot does not seem to be frequented by young children. It's not entirely clear how exactly Jill would have dropped it there, seeing as the shrubs are growing from the side of a cliff, hanging directly above the rapid flowing water.
The Gnome remains hidden at the base of the bridge, but is easily able to spot the odd couple coming from the distance - a young Human female and a large brutish man, that seems to have Orc blood in him. They are both walking at a calm pace and shouting Jill's name, and seem to be carefree and oblivious to the group on the bridge.
Above, on the wooden construction, the Cleric issues threats to what appears to be... nothing. Nevertheless he is vigilant, and easily spots the newcomers in the distance as well, although from the inside of his closed off helmet, he can hear them shouting something like "BIIILLL".
He is interrupted before discovering anything of importance on the bridge itself, apart from what seems to be a set of wet prints on the wooden railing, as if someone had gripped tightly while watching the river below. Curiously enough the sun shines directly on top of these marks, but they do not shrink or vanish.
Jill is very distracted and does not hear or see anything - it appears that she has found something small and furry worth chasing, and is now frantically laughing and running around the meadow on the East side of the bridge.
***
Thok and Merry continue on and almost stumble out of the clearing, before the girl puts her hand across Thok's belly and points.
"See there? It's an armored man, standing on the bridge."
Curiously enough, her fingers linger a bit across the Barbarain's muscular abdomen, before Merry pulls her hand back.
***
The fight is still not quenched in full, and Alevyth is still right in the middle of it, plus the mob is shouting all around him as well, thus he could not hear the opponent rushing behind him, before the tip of the other's blade pokes him right at the back of the neck. Alevyth's natural reaction is to evade the thereat and face his opponent, but the other uses the position of power and does not let the lad squirm away.
"Easy there killer. No sudden movement with your hidden blades now, it'd be a shame to bloody my sword against someone's back."
The voice belongs to a woman, that much is certain. A young woman at that, but also one that apparently keeps her sword quite sharp.
Latham is smart enough to realize that no Cleric would devote that much time in studying useless languages, and that Ferviel most probably has a permanent Tongues spell in effect on his person. Although the Wizard does not possess the means to detect the weaves of magic themselves, he can recognize the blue glow for what seems to be a permanent Detect Magic in effect as well, and thus draws his conclusions.
Ferviel seems more sour than a bear with a bad toothache. His forehead is lined with wrinkles, as he growls:
"Of course it did not affect the Paladins you damn shameless heathen, it affected that bunch of idiots who are fighting over there! See, they are now blind thanks to you and can't react to the imminent danger of armed men of the faith coming at them. Instead of the mob dispersing and the interlopers submitting without a fight, the Paladins now have to smite them! But seeing as how i have to explain this to you it seems i have overestimated your Wizardly intellect. Now move." He shoves Latham in front of himself and directs him towards the podium where Lazarus still stands.
The man in the red armour turns towards Senslar with an approving stare coming from below his sealed helmet. His eyes are blue and give out a sense of calm strength.
"Well met noble warrior. I am Galen of the Seven Lakes. In truth we need capable men, as i have a duty to protect my own and return our warriors alive and safe back to their homes after this mission is over. More than half of our brethren are young, noble born lads that follow Lathander's ways for the sake of new endeavors and happy adventures. - the man shakes his head, the plumage on his helmet following with a lazy sweep above. -
and now master Lazarus is taking such rabble along with us, which makes my job twice as hard."
It is apparent that the rabble he is referring to is the group of men fighting, although by now most if not all of the aggressors have been subdued, one way or another.
"I am not one to judge on this matter, but i will raise your position as a witness to master Lazarus and Dawnbringer Ferviel. Tell me now, what skills do you possess that can be of use to this most holy Crusade?" it is apparent that the last question is more protocol oriented, as the man grabs a quill and a parchment, his hands curiously dexterous in the mail clad gauntlets. [sblock] With a check of 15 feel free to read the entry on Lathander in Faiths and Pantheons, as a higher roll will give you specific info on the leaders, Priests, artifacts etc. You do know about the Order of Aster, although not much besides their dogma.[/sblock]
