DARP- The Dalish Curse

[Walking Dad]

Falos

"If it were elves, I wonder what the humans did first. Mythal is the name of the elven god of vengeance, not unprovoked aggression. Still there are these signs of Darkspawn involvement..."
Falos sees that some are more occupied with looting than to listen his words.
"Hey, happy looters. Don't forget our deal. Ones we made this things to gold, everyone will get an equal share!"

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Falos

Speed: 13
Defense: 11
Armor Rating: 0
Health: 25 / 25
Magic Points: 17 / 18

Arcane Lance: 16 yards - 3d6+4 - 1d6+4 damage

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[Voda Vosa]

As he goes through the former occupants stuff, Ortrang comments as infromation is laid out. "So, elves kills these people out of vengance? Kill their child? What could possibly a farmer family do to anger the Dalish? Dunno but this sounds strange to me."

 

[Walking Dad]

Falos

"I only said that this is the name of the elven god of vengeance. Neither the method nor the killings of the young look elvish. Maybe the name is only a distraction."

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Falos

Speed: 13
Defense: 11
Armor Rating: 0
Health: 25 / 25
Magic Points: 17 / 18

Arcane Lance: 16 yards - 3d6+4 - 1d6+4 damage

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[Voda Vosa]

"Perhaps someone wants to blame di tree hugers fer dis." shrugs the dwarf, as he finish the looting. He walks by the room, kicks one of the corpses and says "We should check di other farms, der should be some more nearby."

 

[rangerjohn]

Falryn the Veteran

"Well, lets get these bodies buried. Vengeance or no, they don't need to be eaten by passing beasts. Especially, the child." He moves out to get the job done. "What's that moaning?" Moves to investigate.


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[WarShrike]

Garret watches Falryn curiously. "Eaten by beasts or by bugs under the earth, they're going to end up in the same place. They are just empty shells now..." he says, before catching the moaning sounds. "But there, the living, perhaps. Much worthier of our attention."

 

[HolyMan]

[sblock=OOC] I know Walking Dad is away for the weekend so will just wait for Voda Vosa to post he heard the sound and is ready to continue. [/sblock]

 

[Voda Vosa]

"Let's check that out fellas!" says the dwarf, before taking his axe in hand, and bursting out of the barn.

 

[HolyMan]

Entering the barn the group makes a quick search and finds the source of the moaning.

A young Dalish Elf woman, lays unconsious in a dark corner of the barn. Hay piled up and covered with a grey greenish cloak makes a bed for her.

Her hair is chalk white and her skin the deep bronze of the "wild elves". Her clothing is torn and covered in blood, dirt, and stray bits of straw. She moans again and Falos moves to see if he can help.

"She's feverish," the elf says. "And look she was attacked by the same darkspawn as the humans." He says pointing to the long thin gashes down her side. She has no equipment or gear lying about, and even the cloak looks like it doesn't belong to her. A small leather pouch at her belt seems to be her only possesion.

 

[Voda Vosa]

The dwarf grabs the pouch and messes with it, with his fat fingers to see what's in it.