Clutches of Evil - IC: Chapter Two

[unleashed]

Keryth, Male Drakontos Cleric

Looking back towards the broken man, compassion clear on his face, Keryth says ruefully, “I’m sorry Markie, but I must.” Keryth then pulls the doors towards himself, just leaving enough room for one person to enter, before heading further inside.

 

[Nonlethal Force]

[Sblock=Keryth]Inside the room, a woman about Markie's age sits along the far wall. The temple looks as though it is being slowly renovated. There are obvious holy symbols still in place, but there are also small pieces of furniture like the pair of chairs along the far wall. The woman is aware of Keryth's entrance and begins to stand ...

OOC: I'm going to hold up a bit and allow jkason and Daz a chance to post actions regarding Markie.[/Sblock]

 

[jkason]

Byntrou, roguishly sorcerous barbarian

"Wrath?" Byn whispers. From Delcoi he feels the adrenal rush of her quickly snagging prey unawares.

"Keryth, wait," he calls, following on the priest's heels. "The priests may be gone, but if they were so threatened here, they may have left--" Unfortunately, Keryth's already opened the door before Byntrou can say "--traps."

He sighs, content at least that nothing shot through the open door to impale his divine companion. Still, he hurries in after, hoping to stall the Drakontos from moving any further until Byn can check his hunch.

 

[Nonlethal Force]

Keryth, Byntrou:

As Byntrou makes a quick check for traps and slips into the room, he is able to see what Keryth already knows. A woman about Markie's age has risen from a chair and is slowly walking toward Keryth. As Byntrou slips in, the woman focuses immediately upon Byntrou with obvious interest. She approaches the companions and stops roughly five feet from their position.

"Allow me to introduce myself. I am Markie's wife - or as you probably have heard him describe me - his ole bag. You may call me Ellayna. In his insanity, he paints me out to be quite irrational. You must forgive him." She extends a very smooth skinned hand to Byntrou first.

The woman appears to be human - or at the very least some humancrossbreed in which the majority of her human heritage shows through. Her hair is nearly two inches beyond her shoulders and completely straight. Her sky blue eyes seem to radiate with some sort of deep compassionate glance as if she was gifted at being able to look directly into people's souls. Her thin lips part smoothly as she speaks, but then quickly rejoin as she awaits to be greeted by her guests. Her voice is frail and soft-spoken, so much so that both Keryth and Byntrou know that her conversation could not be heard outside this room.

As far as clothing goes, she is wearing a simple on piece brown dress with a one inch belt around her waist. She does not appear to have any other possessions on her body and is wearing no shoes nor sandals.

[Sblock=Byntrou OOC & Skill check]Byntrou does not detect any noticeable sign of traps on the door nor in the larger inner temple area. Of course, the inner area is merely done with observation from a distance. Closer examination of the walls and floors would be necessary to provide for a thorough opinion. There is no trap on the door, however. Of that Byntrou is certain.

Also, please read the Sblock above for Keryth for the brief description of the inner temple area.[/Sblock]

Bahruul:

Destiny stops up short beside Bahruul. "Looks to me like you and I get guard duty, Bahruul. You take the big one's, I'll take any that get through your legs!" She chuckles loudly, a big grin appearing on her face.

Markie looks to Bahruul and does not challenge him. He continues to cower and shake his head, "They shouldn't have provoked her wrath..."

 

[D20Dazza]

"No one gets between my legs without my approval" Bahruul says to his small companion.

Hearing Markie's words the big bous moves towards the door Byn? Keryth? Everything OK?" he bellows "Tell me his wife is just a figment of his imagination"

 

[unleashed]

Keryth, Male Drakontos Cleric

“Pleased to meet you Ellayna, though I’m finding this just a little strange...as we’d heard...well...that you died some years ago,” Keryth offers hesitantly, prepared to place a restraining hand on Byntrou’s wrist, to prevent him from taking the offered hand, should he move to do so.

Hearing Bahruul’s call, Keryth responds, his voice raised a little to be heard, “Yes, everything’s fine for the moment Bahruul, but we’ll have to get back to you about that...”

 

[Nonlethal Force]

The woman also hears Bahruul's call and chuckles - still holding her hand extended for Byntrou. "It would seem that reports of my death are indeed greatly exagerated. As you can see, I am indeed quite alive."

 

[unleashed]

Keryth, Male Drakontos Cleric

“Well, I’m not exactly sure of that myself. You could be an earthbound spirit, attached to those she loved before her death,” Keryth explains, reaching out boldly to touch her hand.

 

[Nonlethal Force]

[Sblock=Keryth, Byntrou OOC]Given the woman's interest and proximaty to Byntrou, Byntrou gets "first-dibs" on the handshake should he want it.[/Sblock]

 

[jkason]

Byntrou, roguishly sorcerous barbarian

Byntrou pulls up short at the sight of the human, and his hackles raise on the back of his neck as she names herself Markie's mate. He glances to Keryth, and thinks he sees guarded suspicion there, as well.

When Ellayna offers her hand, Byn does his best not to bodily recoil. He does, however, take a stance that puts his own hands nicely behind him and unavailable. Composing himself, he looks to Keryth.

"This is that hand-rubbing ritual Gah'irr-kei'uhk are so fond of, is it not?" he asks with feigned ignorance. When Keryth moves in to take the hand, instead, Byn's only too happy to oblige.