Last Stand of the Dorinthians (Final Chapter)

[Bloodweaver1]

Caramip Ashhearth

“I… I don’t know…” Says the frightened Gnome before slowly walking back to the camp fire. As the night passes, she tries to get some rest, to put the night’s event behind her, but despite her attempts to sleep all she gets is night filled with tossing and turning. The next morning a groggy but chipper Caramip gathers the groups gear and sets out with her companions.

 

[Deuce Traveler]

OOC: Two of the harpy bows were shortbows, but the one that catches your eye is a sturdy composite longbow.

 

[GlassEye]

Since Caramip seems okay and, perhaps, unwilling to talk about it yet, Silas turns his attention to Barok. "What have you found?" He walks over to the man and catches a glimpse of the runes on the bow. "Interesting." Silas will take a look at the runes to see if he can decipher* them. After a moment he'll call out to the gnome, "Caramip, this is more your area of expertise than mine. What do you make of this?"

*Known languages: Common, Dwarven, Giant, Gnome
+7 Decipher Script

 

[Nephtys]

"Useless." Barok drops the trash on the ground. "Though maybe you could use a back-up," he says to Dartis and hands Silas the bow.
"Well," he says as he carves up a few slices of a harpy's leg. "anybody hungry? They're probably not half-bad roasted over a slow fire. I bet they taste just like chicken."

 

[Fenris]

"Useless." Barok drops the trash on the ground. "Though maybe you could use a back-up," he says to Dartis and hands Silas the bow.
"Well," he says as he carves up a few slices of a harpy's leg. "anybody hungry? They're probably not half-bad roasted over a slow fire. I bet they taste just like chicken."

"I'm sure it does" says Dartis taking the bow from Barok. He examines it for a bit before turning it over to Caramip for further examination.

 

[Bloodweaver1]

Caramip Ashhearth

“Umm… sure. I can take a stab at it.” She says skeptically as walks over to take a look at the unique bow.

OOC: Detect Magic and Bardic Knowledge on the runes.

 

[Deuce Traveler]

Caramip and Silas
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The script seems to be an ancient Layhrmon dialect. It reads as 'The Night Mother's Sting'. This may be in relation to Ulavree, who is the goddess of death and magic, and is feared the most by the Dorinthians. It is said that her worshippers will not achieve her blessings until they slay an intelligent being. Unexplained murders are normally attributed to her, and assassins are among her faithful. So are harpies, who are her harbingers and messengers.
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Caramip
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You detect a faint evocation aura around the bow. You believe that it would allow the user to fire into a group of melee fighters and hit its target without endangering its allies.
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[GlassEye]

Silas steps back from his examination of the bow. "Mother, protect us! We've just slain the messengers of Ulavree." He'll make a protective sign to ward off evil* then will go on to relate what he has learned of the bow. Silas paces about in agitation before finally settling down by the fire once more.

*No game effect, just superstition.

 

[Nephtys]

"Serves them right for being too late." Barok continues butchering one of them, then rises to go back to the campfire to cook. "We could have used their warning before the fall of Dorinthia."

 

[Fenris]

Silas steps back from his examination of the bow. "Mother, protect us! We've just slain the messengers of Ulavree." He'll make a protective sign to ward off evil* then will go on to relate what he has learned of the bow. Silas paces about in agitation before finally settling down by the fire once more.

*No game effect, just superstition.

Dartis looks askance at the bow, unconsiously wiping his hands on the grass.

"So is this a sign of our own impending death? The messengers of Ulavree do not appear by chance it is said. Perhaps though we have cheated death often enough, She no longer cares to take our bets. Is the bow safe to use Caramip?"