(Adventure) The Monestary of Saint Feragon <Judge:Macbeth>

[nimisgod]

Sir Ishmael looks to Kirin with surprise upon his features. "I assumed that thine divine magicks would have cure to this fell curse. Are not these corruptions of the flesh against the monks' will? If thine might can mend flesh, can thou mend spirit as well? That is, unravel the twisting of soul wrought by this dark power?

Forgive mine ignorance, fair priestess. I am unknowing of the all the magicks, divine, arcane and others"

 

[Ankh-Morpork Guard]

"I doubt there are any normal Monks alive," Telerin said quietly, watching as Whitefang padded over to sniff the blood, "Though I do wish to find some cure for this. There must be something, somewhere."

Aranel nodded quietly, not feeling all too good in the stomach at the sight of all the blood and not wanting to risk opening her mouth to taste the air.

 

[Kahuna Burger]

Sir Ishmael looks to Kirin with surprise upon his features. "I assumed that thine divine magicks would have cure to this fell curse. Are not these corruptions of the flesh against the monks' will? If thine might can mend flesh, can thou mend spirit as well? That is, unravel the twisting of soul wrought by this dark power?

Forgive mine ignorance, fair priestess. I am unknowing of the all the magicks, divine, arcane and others"

Kirin smiles. "I'm not a priestess, strictly speaking, but I serve much the same roles as one would in this mission, so there's no harm... And more importantly, I am young in my order. There were those at the shelter who could heal afflictions of the soul as well as the body, and perhaps someday I will have that strength, but for now?" She shakes her head. "My small magics are almost exhausted as it is, and I wouldn't even know where to begin to heal these poor wretch's spirits."

 

[dpdx]

Rurik, standing with Sturm near the second doorway, considers his options, then yells across the room. "We got TRACKS n'here! Any'un feel like followin' em?"

 

[Kahuna Burger]

"We got TRACKS n'here! Any'un feel like followin' em?"

"good idea" sighs Kirin, readying her sickle, "What with having the element of suprize and all..."

 

[nimisgod]

The halfling knight snickers at Kirin's wit then takes a deep breath before entering the problem room. He brings his shield hand (with shield unslung) to his face as well.

He stops near the door with the tracks then takes a glance at them. "Doth any of thee know whether the creature that made these was corrupted or not?"

 

[Uriel]

OoC:Yep, Doc is paid for, thanks. Another casy cut off, another round of X-Rays, another cast on...at least this one is black.I got my emergency room bill from the first day that I went in It read in total 3,062.00...
Then it said 'Pay this amount: $0.00 ...Woohoo, I'll never,ever bitch about paying the monthly on my insurance again.

IC:Examining the tracks, you see that those leading up and down the stairs are mostly clawed, Orcs, most likely. Those leading off further into this level of the Monestary are more human as well as Orc. Also, there are some larger tracks, both Worg and some disturbingly humanoid and large. Telerin and Aranel recognoze them as Ogre. Some of the Tracks look very fresh indeed.

 

[dpdx]

Rurik smiled as the others walked across the room. (Toughen 'em up, some.)

"I reckon' them're all ferals," Rurik says to Ishmael. "If'n we follow 'em, we should get a fight."

 

[Ankh-Morpork Guard]

Telerin sighed heavily and exchanged a look with Aranel. In a silent agreement, he was the one to speak as he got Whitefang back over to him, "More than just Feral Orcs, my friends...these others look to be those of an Ogre like Aranel and I encountered out in the woods..."

 

[nimisgod]

Sir Ishmael frowns at the mention of giantkin. He readies his shield and his warsledge for the approaching conflict

"I am prepared" he says quietly, determination in his eyes.

(For death)