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

[nimisgod]

When none of the Roadwardens answer him, Sir Ishmael assumes then that they are well and capable of defending themselves from further attacks.

He goes to the stables and retrieves Courage, thanking the stable master (or stable boy) for the housing provided. He returns quickly, tethering the warpony outside the door and awaits their departure. By all appearances, he is anxious to leave but he wishes to pay respects to those who have helped them truimph over the corrupted humans.

The Deep Halfling just waits silently for everyone to finish their business.

 

[dpdx]

"Aye, sad it is to ha' to fight yer brothers 'n arms, e'en they be former ones. I feel fer 'em.", says Rurik as he walks back through the door. "Not too much for the ones tha' got changed... but I feel fer 'em. Betrayal's a vexer, it is." His shield hand drifts subconsciously to the bandage encompassing the rest of his wound.

His expression brightens up with his next statement: "But I jus' checked on the horses, and they did jus' fine fer 'emselves. Not a scratch upon the one o' 'em. I 'spect they're rarin' ta go, not be cooped up much longer."

With that, Rurik goes back outside, to make time for extra tries at boarding his pony.

 

[Guilt Puppy]

"These men," she indicates the grieving road wardens "fought and ate with our foes before they were changed. You are descecrating THEIR dead as much as if you spit in his face." she nods towards the Roadwarden killed by the ferals.

"Eh?" On Sturm's face you can see his mind rewinding the conversation he's been less than personally attentive to at that point. "Oh."

He sets his scythe down and waddles ashamedly a few feet toward the living roadwardens. If any seem to have taken notice of his behavior, he addresses them (otherwise, best to let them to themselves):

"I 'pologize if me words were out of taste fer... me words 'n the kickin'... an'... ah... I meant no disserspect, fer ye or yer fallen, I jes' lost my hea... ah... wits to the heat o' battle, 'sall. Shoulda taken pause'n think." He bows his head solemnly. "Pray ye pardon."

With that, he retrieves his scythe and heads out quietly. Once to his pony, he brings it up by Rurik, expecting a more sympathetic ear.

"Can't wait'n find what wag's can be blamed for 'ose monsters, so'n I can spit in some'n's face proper 'bout it."

 

[dpdx]

"Can't wait'n find what wag's can be blamed for 'ose monsters, so'n I can spit in some'n's face proper 'bout it."

Rurik, not quite sure he heard Sturm correctly, leans in and speaks softly, so as not to be overheard: "Eh? Hold yer axe a second - some'n's was givin' ya grief fer that? Tell ya sumthin': I dun care if it's an Archangel of the Realm befurr it turned inta that foul thing, the next 'un that gives me another one a' these (he indicates the former slash across his chest) is gonna have me relievin' myself dun the hole in its neck if'n I can swing an axe to kill it. Never ye mind, Sturm - they dun like how ye fight, let 'em's poncy arses stand in!"

Rurik finishes with a harrumph, and tries again to climb atop the black pony - this time successful.

 

[Uriel]

OoC:Sorry away from home this evening.

IC: The Roadwardens assure Ishmael that they will be fine in numbers until some guards from the City can come out and staff the House, so that they can all take to the roads, as they are worried about folks travelling out this night.

It is easy enough for all to gather and mount their steeds (even the Dwarves both of whom I rolled a '19' for on Ride checks. )

Riding off down along the road, the Companions putting mile after mile behind them. Several hours later, and a dozen miles behind them, Bron points out a side road leading off through the lightly wooded hills.'That leads off down the way to the Monestary...'
With a moment to let the horses catch their breaths, you move off again...

Some time around ten in the evening, a few hours prior to mid of night, you ride over a low rise and see the sillouette of a building or compound against the sky, perhaps a quarter of a mile distant. There are no lights to be seen below in the compound...

 

[Kahuna Burger]

It is easy enough for all to gather and mount their steeds (even the Dwarves both of whom I rolled a '19' for on Ride checks. )

OOC: Anything on the detect magic? Even though Kirin doesn't have any spells that can help at the moment, knowing if it is potentially reversable or not is going to change at least her battle tactics with any altered monks... And cause her to load up on remove curse scrolls if they have a chance to regroup at any point.

 

[Aranel]

Aranel had been 'resting her eyes'. The occasional mumble could be heard muffled by Telerin's back. She sat up with a sudden jolt and blinked, realising how low the light was. "Night..? We're going to fight savage monsters in the dark?" She asked no one in particular. "Well life just keeps getting better. Hopefully no one is going to break out in a nasty case of Death...I hear Death is pretty fatal. No cure apparently." Especially not for having one's head ripped from their shoulders and their body mauled. Something she would be seeing over again in nightmares for a while now.

They had only just reached the monestary by the look of it and she was already longing to be back in the city.
Though if someone doesn't stop this...outbreak then the chances of their still being a city get smaller as the days pass... She reasoned to herself.
Which is why you're here to help...with traps. And scouting possibly. And finding treasure. Hopefully lots.

Sliding off her horse she stretched, there were a few worrying cricks from the region of her lower spine...Oh what a toll riding a too-big horse took on her hips and back. She was going to sit side-saddle from then on.

"Would you like me to scout now or when the sun rises?" She asked in a soft voice. Not that it seemed to make a difference. The creatures didn't seem to react badly to sunlight. Which was a shame.
They had to have some other weakness asides from being allergic to death.

 

[nimisgod]

Sir Ishmael yawns and blinks sleepily. He draws a lance from its place among the saddlebags. The Deep Halfling casts his gaze about, darkvision placing all things in black, white and grey. He was usually asleep at this time, except when he was fighting creatures of the night with his mentor.

"I loathe the creatures of the night" he muttered to no one in particular.

Normally, the thought of his mentor would conjure images of his shame but it didn't. Tiny images of azure wyrms danced in his mind while in half-dream. Their piercing hues separated the dream dragons from the rest of the grey surroundings.

He follows the party's lead. The knight kept his silence, save for the vague mutterings that rambled from his mouth on occasion.

 

[Ankh-Morpork Guard]

Telerin looked around...it was fairly...black. After a moment, he spoke up, "Kind of hard for me to see out here...I could use magic to fix that, but I'm not sure what all is watching us..."

 

[dpdx]

"Supposin' a nice roarin' fire's out o' the question..." Rurik comments to Sturm as they come upon the monastery.

[Can the Dwarves see anything with Darkvision?]