Forest of Doom - IC Thread

[Artur Hawkwing]

Kip eyes the fallen man a moment, then sighs. He turns his eyes toward the woman, notes the look of fear and makes sure his daggers are in their sheaths and slowly moves his hands away from them.

My associates do not mean you any harm. In fact their goal is to give you your freedom. Do you understand?

The question isn't in a belittling manner, but more the manner one would used when dealing with a frightened person who might be on the verge of hysteria. Other than raising his hands he doesn't move any further into the room yet, not wanting to scare her any further.

 

[S'mon]

The woman looks at Kip and nods, still fearful.

 

[Patryn of Elvenshae]

Jonath Cailan:

Jonath drops his bow and runs toward Keena, pulling the healing flask from his belt and kneeling quickly at her side. Smearing some of the blood away from her mouth and nose, he tilts her head back and, after ripping the stopper off the container with his teeth, pours it down her throat.

"Come on, Keena. Come on."

 

[S'mon]

GM: Keena is still unconscious, stable at -1 hp.

 

[Cor Azer]

"I have a healing potion as well, if it'll help Keena," offers Paaq. "Although we may want to save some magic for tomorrow. Do you think we can rest in this hut for a while for Keena to recoup?"

He turns to Eric, "Do paladins of your order have any healing abilities?"

 

[S'mon]

"I have a healing potion as well, if it'll help Keena," offers Paaq. "Although we may want to save some magic for tomorrow. Do you think we can rest in this hut for a while for Keena to recoup?"

He turns to Eric, "Do paladins of your order have any healing abilities?"

OOC: Eric's player is away, I'll RP him as necessary until his return.

Eric:
"The great Paladins can heal through Laying On of hands... But I have not achieved such power. Yet."

He looks at Keena, then at the hut.

"That man was not Evil... you should not have killed him."

Lirael has been looking very troubled too. She looks west, beyond the hut, then turns to the others.

"It looks like the trees open out to the west - that must be the forest verge. I am leaving now - I cannot countenance the slaying of random forest folk. Eric, will you escort me to the nearest village?"

Eric looks uneasy, but nods...

OOC: Unless stopped, Lirael & Eric will leave now. Eric can return if/when his player does.

 

[Cor Azer]

"I'm sorry you feel that way, Lirael. We will miss your company," Paaq nods respectfully, but wgen he lifts his head, his eyes are full of conviction. "But don't mistake our actions. This was not a random person. We did not waylay a traveller without provocation. That man, to all eyes, was a slave-keeper - an act I can't accept, and frankly, am surprised that you seem to be able to. I did not wish him death, but I also stand firm beside my friends. Somethimg about this slave-keeper truly shook our friend - your friend too - abd it is our job to stand beside her and aid her in any way we can."

On his own cue, Paaq fishes out his healing potion, handing it to Jonath.

"We would gladly enjoy your company going forward, but if you cannot abide ours, then I wish you well."

OOC: To S'mon: bit irked that Lirael would have such an extreme reaction - leaving the group - when you never gave a hint of what she was thinking while we were discussing what to do. But we'll roll with whatever punches are thrown at us...

 

[S'mon]

Lirael heads west out of the forest, escorted by Eric. Administering the clw potion to Keena, she wakes at full hp.

 

[S'mon]

OOC: To S'mon: bit irked that Lirael would have such an extreme reaction - leaving the group - when you never gave a hint of what she was thinking while we were discussing what to do. But we'll roll with whatever punches are thrown at us...

OOC: She didn't know that Keena was going to start shooting, obviously if she'd known she would have objected. Slavery is legal in Chalice, though not common - like I said, it's only illegal in the Vale of Willow well south of here. I wouldn't call it an extreme reaction to murder.

GM: The dead man has 7gp on him, and a potion vial marked 'Levitation'. There's a pile of furs in the hut that would be worth around 25gp if sold. It's now 4pm.

 

[Artur Hawkwing]

Kip is, for a time, oblivious to what transpires outside, instead trying to ease the poor woman's fears as best as he can while trying to deal with his own trepidation. He will look at her ankles, wrists and neck, looking for chains, cuffs or other restraints. If any exist he will seek a key, probably on the man's person. If not he will extend his hand slowly toward her, palm up and hand open

It is best if we distance ourselves from this place. you can come with us if you want. You're free now.