(Casual D&D III) The Man in Black

[DrZombie]

Raven quietly edges over to where Fendric and Hiritus lay asleep. He nudges Fendric with his boot.

"Pst, Fendric." He whispers.
"Wake up. There's someone asking if we want a ferryride, but I have my doubts if we'd like the destination. Can your God tell you if he still belongs to the land of the living?. If not we can send him back where he belongs."

While whispring to Fendric he nocka an arrow.

[OOC : fav enemy undead]

 

[dpdx]

Fendric, having chosen the human option to rest, now regrets that decision as he wakes with a start from Raven's boot. Hiritus awakes on his own from the unfamiliar voice at camp, and both reflexively (despite wearing no armor) reach for their weapons.

"Tway? I do not know of this place. Why would we want to go there?"

"Wake up. There's someone asking if we want a ferryride, but I have my doubts if we'd like the destination. Can your God tell you if he still belongs to the land of the living?. If not we can send him back where he belongs."

"Of course... I shall -"

Hiritus' hand comes flying out from behind the cleric, and gently pushes him back from the direction the voice came from. "I've got this, Brother."

Wordlessly, he takes a few steps forward, and detects evil.

 

[Guilt Puppy]

Hiritus senses evil emanating from the figure; upon further concentration, he determines that it is of moderate intensity, confirming that he is not simply a petty criminal, or something of that nature...

Shavah, upon hearing this, takes up her holy symbol and tower shield.

In response to Fendric, the figure only repeats his offer: "Rowboat to Tway," he says, seeming somewhat agitated. "One silver."

 

[dpdx]

Fendric nods in response to Hiritus' report, and grasps the holy symbol from around his neck.

"We heard you when you first began to speak to us, but you still have not explained why we would want to go there, so we are not interested, understand? Now cease, desist, and bother us no more, lest I introduce you firsthand to the stern judgment of the Radiant Light, minion!"

Fendric, showing a little irritation of his own, waves away dismissively, and sets his weapon down to wash his face in a bowl of water.

 

[Festy_Dog]

Nurthk murmurs orcish in his sleep, seemingly an objection of some kind, most likely to being woken up for weapons practise when he wants to sleep in.

 

[Guilt Puppy]

The figure responds to Fendric's mandate quickly, and briefly:

"It's a silver to Tway!" he calls. "Tway for only a silver."

 

[dpdx]

Hiritus turns back to the group.

"Probably just best to ignore him - if he presses the issue, we're perfectly justified if we kill him, but he might just be a simpleton, or a construct. In any case, we're probably ready to move on to Despia, aren't we?"

 

[DrZombie]

"So, 'Raven hisses, his arrow nocked and aimed for the creature 'what on earth is it? Undead? Something else?"

 

[dpdx]

Fendric looks at Raven, and can barely contain his mirth. Beginning to don his armor, he states quite conclusively:

"It's a ferryman. He offers passage to Tway, but it will cost a silver."

Chuckling, he goes back to his preparations.

 

[DrZombie]

Dissapointed, Raven lowers his bow. "Hey, old timer, you almost got shot there. What in Farlang's name are you doing here in the middle of the night?"