Men'Thar-The Lost Patriarch

[Vendetta]

"A well fought battle, you fought there, Horseman." Sneers Zar-Vroxiar at the dark warrior's comments.

((OOC: Yep, the @$$ is back ))

 

[Ferrix]

OOC: glad to be back; what's going on with the kid our neighborhood marksman shot

 

[deadestdai]

For a second, Skarsus' elation almost overcame his senses and caused his knees to buckle, then he remembered where they were and looked about at the crowd that had gathered, wincing slightly from his still fresh wounds.

Spoiler

Does he see the child who was shot? If so, he will rush over to him and the dwarf to see if he can help in any way.

 

[DralonXitz]

Derrik heaves his hammer of his shoulder and takes a step back, and then yells to the crossbowman "what the hell you be doing lad that bolt almost near clipp..." his voice trailing off as he surveys around the area and notices the child. His voice a horrified whisper, "By the hammer lad what've ye done?" He'll rush to the child and pray that he's still alive.

As the battle ends, the Dwarf shoulders his weapon and quickly rushes over to the child. As he kneels down next to him, Skarsus pulls his blade out and rushes over to the child as well. Derrik tries to feel his pulse, but nothing. The dwarf sighs as he lays his hand on the child's face, closing his eyelids as he looks over at the Half-Elf.

 

[Vendetta]

"It is a shame... I guess. Kid should have run for cover when the fight started. Besides, perhaps our wide shooting rogue saw something in this boy that we didn't. Maybe he was a servant of the Dark Warrior. OOOOO!" Zar laughs. He sobers up quickly enough under the damning glare of the dwarf. "Uh... yes... Well, let's search our fallen foe here, see if we can learn anything about him and why he was sent to kill us. Zar looks over the body and kneels beside it.

((OOC: Search +7, Spot +2))

 

[Ferrix]

Derrik raises from the dead child, fists clenched, coal red eyes, leaving his hammer and shield upon the ground he slowly walks over to Ackalon and grabs the half-elf by the shoulders and shakes him, "look at what ye've done, look..." his voice trailing off in rage he drops his grip, returning to the boy, he slips his hammer into a loop, shield across his back and then proceeds to lift the boy from the ground in his arms. He walks off in search of a temple for the boy to be interned.

 

[ferretguy]

Feeling a slight bit o'guilt as Derrik grabs him, Ackalon begins saying "Hey now...I didn't aim for the child...he must of had an enchantment or protection from arrows...., then he noted the cleric wasn't even listening to him, his rage and sorrow being so strong he fell quiet.
As the dwarf gathered the child, Ackalon thought to himself Hmm, now as my mother would say 'Never piss off the gods or their servants my son, it tends to bring curses.' Walking up to Derrik, he offers to help the upset dwarf to take care of the innocent(?) boys final journey.

 

[Vendetta]

Zar-Vroxiar watches the exchange between Ackalon and Derrick with interest and raises and eyebrow with intrigue at its conclusion, making a mental note of what happened.

 

[deadestdai]

Wiping his sleeve across his tear strewn cheeks, the young horseman walks to the nearest building and slides down against it's wall, sword and shield clattering on the ground alongside him. His shoulders started heaving with small sobs for the fallen boy, but quickly stop when he see's Ackalon following after. Skarsus regains his composure and tends to his wounds as best he can, trying to stem any bleeding and doing his best not to wince or look weak in front of the others.

 

[Vendetta]

Watching the young horseman's reaction, and even the sympathetic responce of the half-breed, Zar thinks to himself, "All of this over a human child... they breed like rabbits as it is. The boy's parents will have replaced him with two more by weeks end!" But, with uncharacteristic silence, he keeps his thoughts to himself. He turns back to the body and pokes through the dark warrior's possessions, again, hoping to find some clue to his origin, and possibly, some of the blood money.