Alaric looks at the faces appearing in the mists. "I wonder who these were. Perhaps souls lost here?"
ooc: Any of them look familiar? Does one look like Zim?!
Xim: The halfling screeches as his relation dies randomly, ignominiously. He runs over to the body and kneels down next to it, a hate-filled tear trickling down one cheek. He is barely phased when Narancasta rubs the holy water on her head, but he looks up as his cousin tumbles at the well.
Xim dashes over and leaps at his cousin, pulling the other halfling away from the well and down to the ground. He smacks the other, not hard, and clutches the front of his collar.
"Blast you, fool! Zim's not cold a minute and you decide to jump down some fool hole? Fine, just die in a way we can pick your bones, not lose them down a well." He pushes off the other halfling and stalks off, preparing his sling to throw a stone from off the ground at... something. He walks over to the place Zim died and looks up through the holes in the walls.
"Where are you, cowards? Come face me and die! I'll send you to the pits of hell if I have to drag you down myself!" He whips his sling at the nearest opening or crack, hoping to get lucky and hit whoever dropped the gate upon his cousin.
Dudles and Borok simply watch the halfling grimly. Dudles shivers as the halfling wastrel screams, while Borok simply looks dour and readies his hammer to strike anything that appears. A small tear had begun to form in his eye when the halfling maid had fallen, but none of the others noted it.
Alaric simply looks at the pit, grief something he'd learned to shelve during his travels with the militant Narancasta. He focuses on the problem at hand: who are these faces?
Alaric: [roll0]
Xim's sling shot: [roll1]