Clutches of Evil - IC: Chapter Two

"Well...empty of those that channel the power of the Gods" Bahruul says "Why then does Markie accept the sacrifices? Does he himself now act as the shepard of this flock?" the bous says his hands sweeping in an arc to indicate the village. "Who is now the spiritual leader of this community? In fact, who leads you? We would speak with him or her if we could?"
 

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The woman smiles. "Our sacrifices are not for our god. Our sacrifices are for each other on account of our god. We each in the town look after Markie as a sign of compassion and honor since Markie cannot take care of himself. By giving food to Markie and looking out for his well being, we implement the values that our god asserts and thus hopefully honor him with our service."

The woman frowns and looks to the ground at Bahruul's second question, "As of now, we no longer have spiritual guides. Our guides have been taken from and replacements have not yet been sent with knowing the fate of our own paters. But it has not been too long without them. We can manage for a little while longer."
 

Byntrou, roguishly sorcerous barbarian

Nonlethal Force said:
The woman frowns and looks to the ground at Bahruul's second question, "As of now, we no longer have spiritual guides. Our guides have been taken from and replacements have not yet been sent with knowing the fate of our own paters. But it has not been too long without them. We can manage for a little while longer."

"And what, exactly, was the fate of your paters?" Byntrou asks.
 

Keryth, Male Drakontos Cleric

*Keryth stays out of the questioning, when the woman seems to be quite comfortable talking with the bous, and walks a few paces further on...to see whether Markie has appeared to collect the food left for him yet.*
 

Keryth:

The food seems to be untouched at the current moment. In fact, the temple seems to be rather unchanged since the night before. It is doubtful that Markie has been outside at all this morning so far.

Bahruul, Byntrou:

With Keryth leaving the immediate vicinity of the conversation and taking a few steps away, Rebecca looks a little more nervous. Even so, she is not at all to the point of being defensive having spoken with the Boes for a bit of time. She does continue to focus a bit more on Bahruul than Byntrou and hardly pays any attention to Destiny at all.

"I don't know what happened. Some say there is an evil cult that destroyed them in the deeper mines. Others say it was an evil something, but most likely something that ate them. A few suggest that they weren't killed but taken as slaves. There are even a few of the rival priests from other areas that suggest they were smited by other gods. All I know is that the trouble started when the miners opened up what was the newest deep mining tunnel. And you know how long it takes for the truth to become quite warped. Not long at all."
 
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Byntrou, roguishly sorcerous barbarian

Nonlethal Force said:
With Keryth leaving the immediate vicinity of the conversation and taking a few steps away, Rebecca looks a little more nervous. Even so, she is not at all to the point of being defensive having spoken with the Boes for a bit of time. She does continue to focus a bit more on Bahruul than Byntrou and hardly pays any attention to Destiny at all.

"I don't know what happened. Some say there is an evil cult that destroyed them in the deeper mines. Others say it was an evil something, but most likely something that ate them. A few suggest that they weren't killed but taken as slaves. There are even a few of the rival priests from other areas that suggest they were smited by other gods. All I know is that the trouble started when the miners opened up what was the newest deep mining tunnel. And you know how long it takes for the truth to become quite warped. Not long at all."

"Indeed, gossip is a monster yet unconquered," Byntrou responds, bowing his head. He looks to Bahruul, and assuming he finds no follow ups ready there, says, "Thank you kindly for your time, ma'am."
 

Rebecca smiles and says, "Quite welcome. And a pleasure to make ... your ... acquaintance. It should go without saying that if you stay you should not try to head to the deep mines."
 

Keryth, Male Drakontos Cleric

Hearing the conversation ending behind him, Keryth remarks, “Nice to meet you too, Rebecca. Well, we might as well go settle in, and wait for Markie to make an appearance.”
 

Rebecca heads off in the direction from which she original came. The party is able to watch her leave and note the house in this small hamlet in which she lives.

After waiting nearly 40 minutes, the door begins to creak open. After a few seconds the door flies wide open and 5'10" man with tattered clothing jumps out to the basket. He has a bit of a wild expression in his eyes and his lips smack together with hunger. Seeing the party he makes a swipe at the basket with his hand and leaps into the temple. Unfortunately his hand missed and the basket lay still on the ground. He pauses before closing the door, thinking about whether to confront the party or risk starvation. The party has time to act quickly - perhaps even charge the door if deemed necessary.
 

Byntrou, roguishly sorcerous barbarian

Nonlethal Force said:
He pauses before closing the door, thinking about whether to confront the party or risk starvation. The party has time to act quickly - perhaps even charge the door if deemed necessary.

Finding himself in an impish mood, Byntrou mutters something unintelligible, his hands working with a quick spin. Flicking his finger in Markie's direction, Byn's eyes grow wide as he calls out, "Look out, Markie! Behind you!" Sure enough, a glowing, vaguely human shape hovers in the air behind Markie, whipping its malformed arms around in the air.

[sblock=OOC]Byn cast Dancing Lights, taking the "humanoid shape" option, and plonked it down behind Markie in hopes of scaring him out onto the porch.[/sblock]
 

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