Hairy Minotaur
Explorer
Sorry for the delay in posts, my wife is having some pregnancy issues.
Thanks for the mention Tavis!
I can't wait for book 3!
As the party approaches Mirwood, Valriand intercepts them and asks that Finrod follow him as he has an urgent issue that needs attention. Finrod departs with the elven minister and the rest of the party reaches the elven temple.
"Make Gronar like used to be, or Korg tell Umtala to nurture elfys to death." The giant thunders
Unmoved by the giant's threat, the elven clerics give Gronar a look over before they make a reply.
"What about his state now, would you like to change?" Asks the head cleric
"No, Korg fine in clothes Korg wearing." Comes the reply
"We would like to inquire as to the payment required for a resurrection ceremony." Nameroc says, stepping in as a translator for Korg.
"For that?" The cleric responds, pointing at Gronar "Ten thousand, to start."
"Well, that ends negotiations. No?" Paquito interjects, knowing the party doesn't have anywhere close to that amount.
"What if we were to offer the equivalent amount in materials? Would that be acceptable?" Nameroc asks
"Hey! Wait a second, I'm not about to give up any of my items to have him raised, unless you're referring to something you have, keep me out of it. No?" Paquito objects
"What do you have?" The cleric inquires
"Well, we have this stuff we took from the ogre shaman." Nameroc says digging through his backpack.
"Korg, have puny metal stick he found." The giant offers the clerics a short sword from his sack.
"We must confer, please wait here." The elves reply, and take their leave from the group.
The party waits another hour before any priests emerge from inside the temple.
"Finally! Korg not like to wait. Here is Gronar, you fix." Korg demands
"I am not here to perform a service, I have come to bring you these." The elf replies, producing Benat's belongings in his arms.
"Where did you get these? We left Benat out in the swamp, she went after a red dragon and hadn't returned." Nameroc asks
"Your ally has decided to begin training to join the Initiate of the Bow, she will not have need of her possessions until she returns." Answers the elf
"This sounds highly dubious. No? She loved that bow, she would not give it up so readily. No?" Paquito questions
"I assure you, your friend is safe. She will return once her training is completed." The elf replies
"Korg know when elfy not tell truth." Korg begins
"I was merely told to bring you these, that's all I know." The elf interjects
"Elfy's lips moving, that is how Korg tell." Korg finishes
His veracity questioned, the elf simply drops the items onto the floor in front of him and returns through the door in which he arrived.
"Now what?" Nameroc asks, picking up Benat's belongings and inhales Benat's essence from each item
"Don't do that, it spooks me out. No?" Paquito implores Nameroc
"Korg think it time for Korg to do talking to elfys." Korg announces, much to the chagrin of Paquito and Nameroc
Valriand leads Finrod to a small ground level guard tower, just to the west of the magic school.
"There's a problem in the cemetery I need you to take care of." Valriand begins
"Of course, how may I be of service?" Finrod asks expecting the answer to be grave-digging.
"Apparently the grave of an elf that arrived with the giants, I believe his name was Mearmon, is bleeding." Valriand informs Finrod
"I don't understand, the grave itself or the body?" Finrod asks
"There is blood seeping from the grave, I do not know if it is the body that is bleeding or not, only that it is there. Because of this, we cannot bury are fallen from the battle." Valriand explains
"I shall investigate at once." Finrod answers and heads out to the graveyard
The graveyard is located eight miles from Mirwood and extends from a small valley forged by a slow moving creek. The creek leads into the valley and disappears below the ground at the end of the valley. A small guard post is set up just inside the valley, where there are always guards stationed.
The graveyard is divided into three sections, the new section which is on the near side of the creek, and contains graves that are no older than two years. The far side of the creek contains graves from three to ten years ago when the settlement was established. The valley however contains crypts cut into the side of the cliff walls, these crypts are old some date back thousands of years.
The elves have deemed these to be off limits, partly because out of respect, and partly out of fear of what might be found in them. The languages on the crypts is not readable to any of the elves, even when under the influence of a read languages spell. This is what most concerns the elven priests.
Finrod arrives at the cemetery in the late afternoon, he approaches the guard post and asks for the location of the bleeding grave. He gets his directions, and after a short search, finds the said grave which does appear to be leaking some kind of dark fluid. Bending down and taking a handful of soaked earth in his hands, Finrod can smell the hint of blood mixed with the earthy smell from the dirt. Rubbing the dirt between his gloved fingers, Finrod notices the dirt stains his gloves a dark red.
Short of tasting the dirt, Finrod is satisfied with the assessment that it is some kind of blood saturating this grave. Finrod decides he will wait out the night in the cemetery to see if anything unnatural occurs while the sun is down.
Finrod spends the first part of the evening chatting up the guards, inquiring as to whether they had seen or heard anything since the bleeding started. The guards profess to know no knowledge of this unnatural occurrence, and inform Finrod they didn't know anything was wrong until a gravedigger spotted the bleeding about four days ago.
The unsleeping trio wait through the night, the three-quarter moon allows the elves eyes to see out a good forty yards or so. Finrod is struck by the silence of the place, almost like there's an absence of noise, he clears his throat a couple of times a night just to make sure he hasn't been deafened.
Morning comes, and Finrod heads out from the guard post to check out the gravesite. Arriving at the grave, Finrod finds that blood is now bubbling up from the dirt, soaking the ground around the site enough that it looks like the raised earth of the grave is an island within a sea of blood.
Finrod decides that an exhumation is in order, and heads back to town to retrieve one of the giants to assist him in that regards.
Thanks for the mention Tavis!
I can't wait for book 3!As the party approaches Mirwood, Valriand intercepts them and asks that Finrod follow him as he has an urgent issue that needs attention. Finrod departs with the elven minister and the rest of the party reaches the elven temple.
"Make Gronar like used to be, or Korg tell Umtala to nurture elfys to death." The giant thunders
Unmoved by the giant's threat, the elven clerics give Gronar a look over before they make a reply.
"What about his state now, would you like to change?" Asks the head cleric
"No, Korg fine in clothes Korg wearing." Comes the reply
"We would like to inquire as to the payment required for a resurrection ceremony." Nameroc says, stepping in as a translator for Korg.
"For that?" The cleric responds, pointing at Gronar "Ten thousand, to start."
"Well, that ends negotiations. No?" Paquito interjects, knowing the party doesn't have anywhere close to that amount.
"What if we were to offer the equivalent amount in materials? Would that be acceptable?" Nameroc asks
"Hey! Wait a second, I'm not about to give up any of my items to have him raised, unless you're referring to something you have, keep me out of it. No?" Paquito objects
"What do you have?" The cleric inquires
"Well, we have this stuff we took from the ogre shaman." Nameroc says digging through his backpack.
"Korg, have puny metal stick he found." The giant offers the clerics a short sword from his sack.
"We must confer, please wait here." The elves reply, and take their leave from the group.
The party waits another hour before any priests emerge from inside the temple.
"Finally! Korg not like to wait. Here is Gronar, you fix." Korg demands
"I am not here to perform a service, I have come to bring you these." The elf replies, producing Benat's belongings in his arms.
"Where did you get these? We left Benat out in the swamp, she went after a red dragon and hadn't returned." Nameroc asks
"Your ally has decided to begin training to join the Initiate of the Bow, she will not have need of her possessions until she returns." Answers the elf
"This sounds highly dubious. No? She loved that bow, she would not give it up so readily. No?" Paquito questions
"I assure you, your friend is safe. She will return once her training is completed." The elf replies
"Korg know when elfy not tell truth." Korg begins
"I was merely told to bring you these, that's all I know." The elf interjects
"Elfy's lips moving, that is how Korg tell." Korg finishes
His veracity questioned, the elf simply drops the items onto the floor in front of him and returns through the door in which he arrived.
"Now what?" Nameroc asks, picking up Benat's belongings and inhales Benat's essence from each item
"Don't do that, it spooks me out. No?" Paquito implores Nameroc
"Korg think it time for Korg to do talking to elfys." Korg announces, much to the chagrin of Paquito and Nameroc
Valriand leads Finrod to a small ground level guard tower, just to the west of the magic school.
"There's a problem in the cemetery I need you to take care of." Valriand begins
"Of course, how may I be of service?" Finrod asks expecting the answer to be grave-digging.
"Apparently the grave of an elf that arrived with the giants, I believe his name was Mearmon, is bleeding." Valriand informs Finrod
"I don't understand, the grave itself or the body?" Finrod asks
"There is blood seeping from the grave, I do not know if it is the body that is bleeding or not, only that it is there. Because of this, we cannot bury are fallen from the battle." Valriand explains
"I shall investigate at once." Finrod answers and heads out to the graveyard
The graveyard is located eight miles from Mirwood and extends from a small valley forged by a slow moving creek. The creek leads into the valley and disappears below the ground at the end of the valley. A small guard post is set up just inside the valley, where there are always guards stationed.
The graveyard is divided into three sections, the new section which is on the near side of the creek, and contains graves that are no older than two years. The far side of the creek contains graves from three to ten years ago when the settlement was established. The valley however contains crypts cut into the side of the cliff walls, these crypts are old some date back thousands of years.
The elves have deemed these to be off limits, partly because out of respect, and partly out of fear of what might be found in them. The languages on the crypts is not readable to any of the elves, even when under the influence of a read languages spell. This is what most concerns the elven priests.
Finrod arrives at the cemetery in the late afternoon, he approaches the guard post and asks for the location of the bleeding grave. He gets his directions, and after a short search, finds the said grave which does appear to be leaking some kind of dark fluid. Bending down and taking a handful of soaked earth in his hands, Finrod can smell the hint of blood mixed with the earthy smell from the dirt. Rubbing the dirt between his gloved fingers, Finrod notices the dirt stains his gloves a dark red.
Short of tasting the dirt, Finrod is satisfied with the assessment that it is some kind of blood saturating this grave. Finrod decides he will wait out the night in the cemetery to see if anything unnatural occurs while the sun is down.
Finrod spends the first part of the evening chatting up the guards, inquiring as to whether they had seen or heard anything since the bleeding started. The guards profess to know no knowledge of this unnatural occurrence, and inform Finrod they didn't know anything was wrong until a gravedigger spotted the bleeding about four days ago.
The unsleeping trio wait through the night, the three-quarter moon allows the elves eyes to see out a good forty yards or so. Finrod is struck by the silence of the place, almost like there's an absence of noise, he clears his throat a couple of times a night just to make sure he hasn't been deafened.
Morning comes, and Finrod heads out from the guard post to check out the gravesite. Arriving at the grave, Finrod finds that blood is now bubbling up from the dirt, soaking the ground around the site enough that it looks like the raised earth of the grave is an island within a sea of blood.
Finrod decides that an exhumation is in order, and heads back to town to retrieve one of the giants to assist him in that regards.
