Knightfall
World of Kulan DM
Caerth nods, accepting the man's words as simple truth. The druid knows that if an animal gets too old to survive, the pack usually leaves it behind."Yes I did, but it's not like the magical fear in my mind gave me much of a choice. We can't all have your strength of will, young man. Perhaps it was folly of me to come along. I might be more of a burden to you all than an ally."
"I will do my best to keep pace," Gareth replies. "If it becomes too much for me, I will turn back. I don't want to hold you all back."JustinCase said:"Don't slow us down," Caerth warns, unwilling to let Gareth hinder his mission to eradicate the cult. He does, however, search his stuff for wax, but finds nothing. He shrugs apologetically at Aureus and Phar, then follows them back down the stairs."Don't give up the mission now, old friend," Timmins reassures. "We've just started. If there are more of those bird-beasts, we should try to protect ourselves."
"We forgot to get more wax," Aureus notes. "But maybe there is some left from before." She begins rummaging through her pack. "Yes, I have a little left. It's not much but it should help those who might be affected again." She hands over a small bit of wax to Gareth. He takes and pockets the wax for when it might be needed.
"It won't come to that," Timmins tries to assure his friend.
OOC:JustinCase said:
OOC: Never has Caerth had less of that wax before in his life...
Caerth search check: 1D20+1 = [1]+1 = 2
"Give it to Brutus," Meridith suggests as they head back down the stairs. "I won't need it, and we'll need to make sure he can fight in the front without risk of him succumbing again. And he's the youngest."Phar responds to Aureus, "Wax, yes, I believe I still have some." He checks his pouch and pulls out a bit of old parchment twisted around a lump. "I think I have enough for one set of ears." He makes I contact with those who fell prey to the 'song'. "It does seem to help." he stays hoping to reassure them. "I would see it used by one of you."
"Aye, but not by that much," Gareth says. "But I agree it's the best choice. His strength is an asset we should protect."
JustinCase said:The half-orc raises an eyebrow.The one called Roobite huddles under the watch of Brutus and Quinten. The fight has gone out of the creature, although its eyes show the depravity in its soul. The rook is all about his next meal. The bird-beast cringes under the gaze of the locals and it is quite uncomfortable being tied up.
"Are you going to kill me?" It hisses. "If you do, then you should eat my corpse, so I can be one with my goddess."
"And granting more power to that demon? No." Caerth crosses his muscular arms across his chest, and looks at the pathetic creature. He is not sure what to do, or what to ask of it, so the druid waits for his companions' suggestions.
"Yes, speak before I am tempted to cut out you tongue," Brutus threatens with a growl.Scotley said:Phar turns his attention to the prisoner. "Are you so eager to be one with your goddess? Perhaps there is a way you could earn a stay of execution. You can't stay here. This place will be purged of all inhabitants before we rest, but if you tell us all you know of the others who reside here maybe we'll be lenient." He glances at the others as concerned to see how they respond as the prisoner.
"I- I will not betray my goddess," Roobite hisses. He pauses. "However, if you will kill that scrawny one and let me eat his corpse, I might tell you about my rivals in the temple," the rook points at Quinten. "Especially the lowly ghoulish humans who think they are equal to us rooks in the eyes of Malotoch. But they are not. They are only slaves. Rooks are her favored servants."
"Scrawny!" Quinten shouts with teeth clenched. The young warrior quickly draws his short sword. "I'm going to cut your damn head off!"
Brutus has to grab Quinten in a bear hug to keep him from butchering the rook. Roobite hisses at them.
"Yes, either kill me and leave me for my kin to find and eat or feed me carrion. I will not betray my goddess and you will get nothing from me without a reward." He looks at Meridith next. "Maybe her? She looks tasty. Yes, death for me or her. Or the boy." He sniffs the air towards Gareth and Timmins. "Yuck! But not the old flesh."
"We will not feed you flesh," Aureus growls back. "You'll be lucky if we don't lock you up somewhere and feed you nothing but vegetables and water."
"Plants are not food! Unless they rot in the bellies of the dead!" Roobite hisses back angrily. The rook is trying to provoke you.
"I say we just gut him and bury him someplace deep where his kin cannot find his corpse," Timmins suggests. He spits on the floor next to the rook. "I wonder how his goddess would view his corpse decaying underground only being eaten by worms and insects?"
CAW! "I'd prefer that you wasting my time talking to no-wings," the rook screeches back. His caw doesn't have the power of fear behind it. It is only the sound of a bird-beast trying to taunt his foes.