Into the New World, Chapter 1: Amongst the Verdant Towers

[Lorthanoth]

"Oh goodness, it looks horrible, Enko." says Alistia quietly.

[sblock=OOC]We are so rocking. Said the player whose character achieved precisely nothing. [/sblock]

 

[Shayuri]

(hee, I only did 2 damage. Even for a 1st level mage, that's pretty bad. )

"These can't be spirits," Erin says, pulling out her skirt to look at the long rip in it where the creature's knife had struck. "They're flesh and blood...and knife. But what ARE they?"

Quoth flutters down from the tree to alight on one of the creatures, tilting his head to regard it with a beady eye...but when he sees it breathing, he hops off with a squawk and joins Erin.

 

[Masquerade]

Cleyra drops her bow to the ground. She sighs, both from relief and from frustration. Useless...

Although unpleased with her own performance, Cleyra is reassured by the swiftness with which the group reacted as well as by how brief the encounter was. However, in reflecting upon the battle, she quickly comes to a realization. "We did well to fend these four off," she announces, not quite as shocked as some of her companions and not at all as preoccupied by the wounded thing, "but, in all likelihood, there are more of these creatures nearby. It is also likely that we have angered them greatly. I suggest we relocate as soon as possible."

 

[Nac Mac Feegle]

Thane keeps an arrow nocked to his bow, but doesn't fire again. "They do not seem to be spirits, but they have some connection with the Spirit Realm, I'm sure of it. Whatever it is, I don't trust it, it is not a natural part of this forest. Keep it guarded."

 

[WarShrike]

Ryon grabs Thing #3 by the ankle and hauls it, face dragging on the ground, closer to the campfire. "While i agree with you in principle, Cleyra, travelling by dark is going to be far more dangerous than staying put, in my opinion. The ash covering the forest blocks out moon and stars. It's as dark as a cave out here. We would require torches, which in turn would attract anything within a mile of us, just as the campfire has apparently."

He then strips the creature of all it's possessions and clothing, and looks to see if the horns are part of Thing #3's head, or they are part of a helm.

OOC: Do we know of helms in Cuirlen?

"I appologize ladies, for any lack of modesty towards this creature. I'd rather avoid any more surprises, especially if enko is intent on talking to it. Enko, don't bother with the other one. I heard Growl crush it's neck bone from the other side of the camp. Let it die in peace."

 

[Zurai]

[sblock=OOC]Those are floppy ears, actually, not horns. And no, helms aren't really known in Cuirlen, although hats are.[/sblock]

The creature is genderless; only a smooth patch of skin exists between its legs. The only hair on its body is the clump of limp, oily strands on top of its head. Both of the things are absolutely filthy; you can't even be sure of the color of their skin between the poor light of the camp fire and the layers of grime coating them. Both carried only a knife in addition to their ratty leather hats and loincloths; the knives, however, appear to be carved from the sharpened bone of some small creature, and are stained red and black from blood both fresh and dried.[sblock=Bone Knives]

[/sblock]
The creatures are small - only three or four feet tall - with squat, compact bodies and long gangly limbs. Their heads are nearly as big as their torsos, and each has a gaping mouth filled with serrated, needle-sharp teeth. Their beady eyes are set wide on either side of their heads; the eyes have no irises or pupils, being instead a solid off-white color. They have broad hands and feet, with long four-jointed fingers and slightly webbed feet.

 

[Shayuri]

Erin wrinkles her nose in disgust as she goes over to look at what Ryon's doing.

"You know what's odd..." she says after a moment, "is why they're bothering to wear loincloths. I mean...look at them. Why bother? And the hats...what's with the hats? Since when do froggy little monsters wear hats?"

She picks up a hat and looks it over, trying to assess the level of workmanship in it, and possibly gauge the type of material it's made of.

 

[Zurai]

The thing's hat is made from patchwork leather; probably a dozen different types of skins are crudely sewn together in strips and chunks. Most of the leather is badly tanned, at that, with patches of hair and fur still attached.

 

[Dire Lemming]

Enko ignores Ryon's suggestion and continues working to save both creatures, using magic if necessary. "I can fix it... I think I can. Just please try to keep Growl from being so vicious if you can." At Erin's comment he shrugs and replies "What do you mean? They have less hair than us. I'd think they'd be cold in just a loincloth. Why wouldn't they wear clothes? ... Be careful with this one Ryon, when I heal it it may awaken, and it'll probably try to flee. Hold it so it doesn't get away."

 

[WarShrike]

Ryon sheathes his sword and grabs Thing #3's wrists, holding them behind it's back.