[AU] Butterfly Cage

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

*Connor you discover that spoiler

Spoiler

the item is magical, minorly radiating both evocation and transmutation. From one casting of object loresong you learn that the item is 426 years old.

spoiler.*

*Grathis, Voes appreciates your help with building the firepit, while Telof digs the latrine trench out of smelling range. When the archer comes back, he goes right to you.*

"You fought very well today, I was fairly impressed. And I need to tell you that I saw some old panther tracks when I was going to dig the trench. I don't know if the cat is still around here, but I though you might want to know for your watch.*

 

[Rybaer]

Grathis nods briefly at the Telof's compliment.

"Thank you," he says solemnly. "I am sorry for your fallen companions. Take heart that their deaths were in battle against a dangerous foe, defending others. If one must die, surely there is no better way."

He looks in the general direction in which Telof reported seeing panther tracks. "And I will make a point to watch for the panther. Before this day's encounter, I'd have said that a lone panther attacking our group would be very unlikely. Now, I'm not so sure."

 

[Erekose13]

Scinathar listens to Connor go on about the item he found, quite proud that he was the first to find real evidence of some of the items they are looking for. The powers that Connor has displayed have constantly impressed the mojh. "I wonder if there is any connection between the ruins on the surface and those runes that were found in the rubble of the cavern. It might be possible that they are related in some fashion." He says, trying to sound insightful.

After the conversation dies down a bit over the item, Scinathar will sit near the heat of the fire as nightfall drifts over them. He is still a little weary of the human bowman and will maintain his distance dispite the man's prowess in battle.

 

[Dalamar]

Galen finds a comfortable spot where he can clearly see the camp and the surrounding areas as far as the light carries. But before settling down for the first watch, the runethane goes over to Aa-Ma'ray.
"I'm sorry to disturb you, but I would like to inscribe a beneficial rune to ease your sleep. It will speed the healing process."

 

[Keia]

Connor will offer what healing he may, once he rests to recover his own subdual damage. He happily relates what he has found out about the item discovered . . .

" . . . and surprisingly, it seems to radiate both transmutation and evocation magics - though both are minor in power. The item is, however, 426 years old. I'm not certain when that places it overall in history, but it certainly is interesting," Connor said. "As to the similarities between the ruins and the runes that you discovered, there may be some information there to be discovered. Perhaps a Loresight on the runes could provide some dating that may indicate if they are related in time."

Otherwise, Connor rested and invoke what magics were necessary to heal the group of the attacks that they had faced thus far.

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

*Galen, Aa-Ma'ray nods gratefully at your offer, and Aa-Namay smiles in gratitude at you.*

"Thank you, your magic is very welcome," the wounded giantess says.

*The watches in the evening go fairly uneventfully, though Telof keeps a sharp eye on Scinathar all through the night. During the second watch Grathis hears some distant wolf howling, and during the third the growl of a large cat in the distance. But it comes no closer, and dawn breaks in colors of red and orange. The evening had been decently warm, not calling for more than a single blanket, and today shapes up to be fair, though not clear. There are some clouds on the horizon. Mochor, you know the weather today might be bad, rain at the least.*

*The deaths of yesterday still have cast their pall over the exploration party. While Aa-Ma'ray looks a great deal better, Aa-Namay still looks haunted. Voes tries to keep up a halfway cheerful attitude as he makes flapjacks with honey for breakfast, though occasionally he looks towards the gravesites or the cave entrance. Telof strides around the camp restlessly, his eyes darting about, occasionally resting on Scinathar.*

*Sanje, your sleep last night was somewhat troubled with odd dreams. There was something about that bit of carved rock that tugs on your memory. Where it was found, the ruins that Mochar and Scinathar discovered, the orientation of them... They're verrik. Verrik made those ruins, those magic items. The kind of logic only your people truly understands underlies all those things.*

[OOC: Connor, which healing spells did you want to use before you went to sleep?]

 

[WizWrm]

Sanje awakens but retreats to a rock about a dozen yards from the campsite. He sits upon the rock, eyes closed and legs folded, his hands resting on his knees, not moving for nearly an hour. Finally Sanje's eyes snap open, and they move to scan the horizon, spotting the clouds. He seems a bit more content and tranquil than when he first awoke.

Sanje stands up, stepping off the rock and returning to the campsite. He does not seem noticeably affected by the poor mood of his companions. Sanje accepts a platter of flapjacks from Voes and eats breakfast quietly, before turning to Scinathar.

"Scinathar, those ruins you found - and the objects - I am of the belief that these have been created by the verrik," he says. "They are of the manner in which we build things. This must be a verrik place, an old place."

 

[Rybaer]

Grathis stretches and gives a big, toothy yawn as he wakes. He gingerly tests his shoulder and finds that the pain has subsided considerably. Another day or two and it should be mostly back to normal, he thinks.

He notes that everything seems to be in order with the camp - remarkably peaceful after the events of the previous day. The smell of cooking food draws him over to Voes, from whom he happily accepts a plate of flapjacks.

He sits alone, quietly munching on breakfast and wondering what the plan for today will be. While he took this job with nothing more in mind than providing heavy muscle, he's beginning to grow curious about the nature of the items found and the forces at work behind the scenes.

 

[Jaik]

Mochor looks dubiously at his plate of flapjacks, then picks one up and flexes it. This strange food seems far too...floppy...compared to the jerky and hard loaves he is used to eating in his homeland while on journey. He glances at the others, shrugs, and digs into his breakfast. "We should consider some form of shelter other than the cave. Those clouds will turn to rain and possibly worse."

 

[Dalamar]

After waking up, Galen does some flexing and goes through a short run of exercises with his quarterstaff before sitting down. He looks at the flapjacks with a bit of anger.
Mom used to make me these when I was little...
Despite the bad connotation, he starts devouring his share with good appetite.