(Casual D&D) A Game of Trust

[Guilt Puppy]

(Hey, just noticed Uriel is out-of-commission for a while... Auto-piloting per his request

On the fourth morning, Niccolo awakens uneasily. He does not seem his normal high-spirited self: He seems confused at first, then disturbed... Finally, he comports himself, and rises to address the group.

"Ah, I'm not sure how to say this, but I have the strangest feeling... It seems like something is searching for us. Hunting for us."

Clearly shaken, he looks about the group, awaiting some response.

 

[National Acrobat]

Merrim leans over to her fellow gnome with a smile. "I knew something was bothering you. You haven't been your usual self for a bit now. How do you," Merrim pauses for a moment, "know or feel, or sense-well, you know what I am trying to say. How are you aware of this? I don't feel anything at all."

 

[Vexed]

::Sitting up Draven looks at Nicollo with an odd expression. HE appears to be pondering somtehing, turning back and looking through the wooded area the party has traveled through. He slowly rises and then begins to don his armor/weapon harness, leaving his pack behind.

Draven::" Wait here. I will return. I'm going to have a look around...


::He quickly sprints off in the direction the group came from, disappearing in a dense patch of trees::

*Move Silently roll 10 rank 3 abilty mod 4 = 17

 

[dpdx]

"Niccolo, is it perhaps Sir Exantrius' ring that makes you feel this way? Aerda mentioned it was magical, perhaps divination-based, which would explain why you feel this way and nobody else does."

Fendric will nod as Draven gets up to patrol. "Be sure to call out if you notice anything. Pelor bless you and protect you..."

 

[Vexed]

:: Draven stops and turns slightly, listening to what Fendric says. His facial expression giving away a slight sign of confusion mixed with surprise. It is quickly replaced with his usual indifferent expression. He nods toward Fendric, turns and makes his way into the treeline. After a few feet he stops, staring straight ahead...::

*in his mind
~It's raining in the desert, and there standing upon a large dune is a dark figure, enormous. Im looking through a black window, my face stares back at me. It begins to speak, but it is not my voice. My mouth in the reflection begins to move. "Don't push me. I've got a corner at my back. I've nowhere to go except over you".~

::Slowly draven takes a few steps forward, shaking his head slowly his vision blurs, as he trys to refocus he can once again see the trees before him, hear the sounds of the woods at night. He slowly grinds his teeth and sighs deeply, proceeding forward on his scouting patrol::

 

[Guilt Puppy]

"Niccolo, is it perhaps Sir Exantrius' ring that makes you feel this way? Aerda mentioned it was magical, perhaps divination-based, which would explain why you feel this way and nobody else does."
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"If that's the case, I'm not so sure I like wearing it... If someone else wants to, for a time, be my guest... Otherwise" He slips the ring softly into his pocket.

(Draven: Wilderness Lore check?)

 

[wings]

sorry

(I recently acquired a job, and haven't been able to access as much as i wanted to.)

Aerda slides from his elven revelry at the sound of the voices, understanding the words that his mind automatically stored took only a moments time to process from common to the elven toungue. He held out his hand for the ring.

"Allow me to carry it then, maybe its use can be employed through my Elven high magic."

Whether he is given the ring or not, he will rise up and ready his shortbow. Waiting for the dark wanderer to return. He has never really trusted him for some reason, and now he hides away the suspicion that maybe the hunted sensation is created by him. He gets onto his mount and bids everyone else to do so. He had learned long ago to listen to instinct and intuition (even those magic in nature, if such is the case) as well as reason and logic. Intuition told them they were hunted, logic told them better safe then sorry. Even using his memory of the man so many nights ago on the hill, he has assumed they were hunted.

"We should move, quickly."

 

[dpdx]

"We should move, quickly."

Fendric's eyes light up, and not in a good way. o 0 O {Nerull's Breath! Have my companions been taken away and replaced with children whilst I slept? By the Sun that Shines, are we so prepared to have a fight that we go looking for one, even within our own party? Well, let's at least have the argument now, so that we might avoid the fight later...}

"And leave Draven behind, who we invited to come with us? I'll NOT be part of that deception!"

Fendric stays put, near the fire, and stubbornly refuses to get onto his horse.

Glaring at Aerda, Fendric arches an eyebrow, and addresses him in Elven, conversationally at first, but building to a crescendo by the end:

"What in the Blazing Sun is your quarrel with this man? Is he half-orc? Did he kill your father? Has he stolen your underthings?? Well, be an elf, then, and have out with it!"

"Had you cast your OWN detection spell, you would have found out that the evil that surrounds us does NOT come from him. Since you apparently didn't, you'll have to take my word for it that it does not. I hope with all my heart that you will, and in so doing, put away your petty grievances."

"In the meantime, WE ARE A GROUP, AND I WOULD VERY MUCH APPRECIATE IT IF YOU DID NOT TRY TO BREAK US UP BEFORE WE HAD COMPLETED OUR QUEST!!"

[edit: I like how symbol catches the squigglyness of Elven.]

 

[wings]

yay! misunderstanding!

OOC-

Waiting for the dark wanderer to return.

Ok, apparently i wasn't as clear as i should have been.

A) i was waiting for draven to finish scouting
B) anything not colored is either action or thought, so you would have no idea i was suspicous
C) I meant that we should get ready to move when the first condition was met, draven returns.

So yes, i am suspicious, but not anymore than an elf is suspicous of a bunch of wishy-washy humans. So, either change your statement or let me know that your character is merely at fault, in which case ill respond accordingly. ^_^

 

[dpdx]

[OOC: Au contraire - Fendric was responding to this statement:

"Just a traveller, you can indulge in your conversions when we have more time."

and this one:

"We should move, quickly."

As a result, Fendric has gotten the sense that Aerda doesn't like Draven or want him in the group, or resents Fendric's personality, and is speaking to him in native tongue to clear up the reasons behind that point of view.

If Aerda would like to clarify that he wasn't going to leave Draven behind, and that he doesn't have a grudge, he is more than welcome to do so IC, at which point I predict Fendric will apologize all over himself and be happy that he was merely misunderstanding Aerda, and not correct in guessing the elf's motive.]

We now return to the show...