[GRIM TALES] Wulf Ratbane's SLAVELORDS of CYDONIA

If we are going night by night, how are we handling the healing? Teddy's kinda beat up still, so he would rest night one and do his thing night two.
 

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Brigitta

Brigitta carefully peels off her work gloves and gets ready to add the last component to her "brew". Just as she turns back to her work, a huge jungle moth, apparently drawn by the flame of her small burner, drops onto the lip of her beaker, causing it to teeter dangerously.

Reacting before thinking, she lungs forward and grabs the hot beaker with her now-bare hand. She curses and releases the container, which falls to the jungle floor. A patch of moss cushions the fall of the beaker, but the contents spill out, hissing and spitting. She curses again.

"Dammit...a whole night's work wasted!"

Grumbling, she briefly contemplates beginning anew, but quickly decides she is too dang tired. She begins gathering the remains of her gear and notes the moth fluttering feebly on the ground, one wing apparently singed by her burner.

She bends and carefully grasps the wounded insect, bringing up to eye level as she crouches in the faint light thrown off by her lab gear. She studies the moth intently, noting its beautiful coloring...banded black, orange and red.

"Ahhh...little moth," she whispers, "got a little too close to something you should have stayed away from. Now look at you. Is there a lesson in your plight for us? For me, perhaps?"

She wonders what Hambrick would think. The preacher could probably find some parallel to their present situation...getting too close to fires that would burn them badly.

Brigitta focuses on the moth again and narrows her eyes.

"Goodbye."

She takes the moth's body between her thumb and forefinger and deliberately squeezes the creature into a pasty goo.

~ OO

[OOC: Darn moth ;) - Craft Check of 18: http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=190098]
 

Joshua will spend the first day to himself, resting and recovering as best he can under the circumstances.

After that he will try to stay out of Brigitta's direct business. He doesn't want to know exactly what she's doing. But he also understands war and life and death. The "hosts" seem to be foul folk and the harsh world outside of Eden requires compromise in the short term to serve the ultimate goals.

Joshua will try to observe the natives, hoping to learn about their beliefs. Maybe he can find one or two he can communicate with. If he can learn anything about their practices that will help him understand how to get out of this, that would be good. If he can learn anything that will help him understand the gem, and the current mystery, then even better. If he can learn anything that will help him win a soul, then that is best of all.
 

"GAWD SAVE THE QUEEN" rings out loudly and often as Haskins and Sutton drink. But when not drinking. Haskins will approach what natives he can and try to start up conversations. Not looking for information on the situation, but rather asking about their culture, beliefs and especially taboos. Haskins was there during the Sepoy Mutiny and saw first hand what could happend when a people's traditions weren't respected.
 

ragboy said:
The close hot jungle steamed with hidden death horrors. T. Rawley Sutton, the intreped -intrepad- intrepid newspaperman, pulled his horse close and led the poor forlorn greenhorns deeper farther down the trail.

Bill "Spanish Prisoner" Brown, ex-lawman now a down-on-his-luck gun for hire...and a lush besides, called up from his position in the rear.

"Rawley, are we going the right way?"

"I reckon I know my way around these woods," Rawley said, leveling his hat and clutching his Colt.

Rawley caught the eye of the exotic beauty, Ms. Brigitta Nielson. She blushed and looked away.

"No need to worry ma'am," he said. "I'll see you and your hired men, through."


Rawley sat back and lit another cigarette...took another pull from the bottle.

"Hell Brindle, that's perfect."


Nice.
 

ragboy said:
"So, no one wants to drink with me, Brindle?" Rawley mumbled. "More for me..."

He erected a makeshift table and started recording his impressions of the trek thus far.


The close hot jungle steamed with hidden death horrors. T. Rawley Sutton, the intreped -intrepad- intrepid newspaperman, pulled his horse close and led the poor forlorn greenhorns deeper farther down the trail.

Bill "Spanish Prisoner" Brown, ex-lawman now a down-on-his-luck gun for hire...and a lush besides, called up from his position in the rear.

"Rawley, are we going the right way?"

"I reckon I know my way around these woods," Rawley said, leveling his hat and clutching his Colt.

Rawley caught the eye of the exotic beauty, Ms. Brigitta Nielson. She blushed and looked away.

"No need to worry ma'am," he said. "I'll see you and your hired men, through."


Rawley sat back and lit another cigarette...took another pull from the bottle.

"Hell Brindle, that's perfect."

That's some real nice fiction there Sutton :)
 


Dawn rose on their second day in the "enemy" camp.

Haskins and Joshua made what attempts they could at small talk with the natives, but lacking a common language, all they were able to get from them was a remarkably tasty breakfast-- and plenty more tobacco.

A few of the hired guns mentioned that Dr. Parthenis had not been seen in camp since they'd left him.
 

Brigitta

Brigitta spends the first part of the morning checking on everyone's health...particularly those suffering from adder bites. She will then make one more attempt at crafting her little party favor.

Unfortunately, she gets distracted part way through the procedure and lets the initial distallate simmer too long...burning most of it off. She sighs heavily, shaking her head.

"I need the peace and quite of a normal lab to work properly,' she says to no one in particular.

[OCC: Damn crappy rolls: http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=193086. Is there something a bit less ambitious I could try ;)?]

~ OO
 

Old One said:
Brigitta spends the first part of the morning checking on everyone's health...particularly those suffering from adder bites. ~ OO

:)

Is Joshua healing 1 CON per day? I'd assume so, but you said to make us as healed up. So I'm not 100% clear if I'm at 7 CON or back to 10 CON.

Failing to make any progress with the natives, Joshua will turn to socializing with the hired guns. He doubts he can appeal to their good nature, but perhaps he can turn talk of religion into finding some superstition one or more of them may have regarding the gem and other current events.

If nothing else, maybe he can play cards and seem to fit in.
 

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