*Jabin feels some nudges from his spell component pouch, and suddenly Tragus' little horned head pops from it, nose twitching wildly.*
Planetouched Peril
- Thread starter Isida Kep'Tukari
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*Relieved that the small creature is okay, Jabin scratches the soft fur on its neck and whispers softly to it.*
"Perhaps it would be for the best if you remained hidden for now my friend. We do not know that the danger has truly passed."
*As the animal disappears once more, Jabin pulls the hood of his cloak up over his features once more before approaching the strangers.*
No need for my appearance to drive them away so soon after they came to our aide...
*Approaching and standing behind the Angel, Jabin listens to the priest's offer of help and wonders if he would perform last rites over a man he never met.*
"Thank you for your aide once more Father, and while one of our companions was lost to us, we do not know if his spirit has departed for the afterlife or not. Saku was a warrior, and perhaps hearing his time of fighting was over from you would guarentee that his soul found no reason to linger here at the site of his fall."
*Jabin does his best to keep to keep his head down when speaking, to hide his features as best he can.*
"Perhaps it would be for the best if you remained hidden for now my friend. We do not know that the danger has truly passed."
*As the animal disappears once more, Jabin pulls the hood of his cloak up over his features once more before approaching the strangers.*
No need for my appearance to drive them away so soon after they came to our aide...
*Approaching and standing behind the Angel, Jabin listens to the priest's offer of help and wonders if he would perform last rites over a man he never met.*
"Thank you for your aide once more Father, and while one of our companions was lost to us, we do not know if his spirit has departed for the afterlife or not. Saku was a warrior, and perhaps hearing his time of fighting was over from you would guarentee that his soul found no reason to linger here at the site of his fall."
*Jabin does his best to keep to keep his head down when speaking, to hide his features as best he can.*
Azure Radiance Genasi Bard 1
*Azure smiles warmly at the priest as she notices Jabin, hooded now, standing a bit behind her. Indicating the mage, she introduces the mage.*
"And this is Jabin. He works in the arcane and has a good aim with bolts as well as potions."
*Azure turns her smile to Jabin with a wink of acknowledgement for what he had offered in the previous battle. Though she sees he is keeping himself hidden and probably did not see her. He should not feel the need to hide himself thus. Her mind dwells momentarily on what must be the ooze genasi's private tribulations because others are not used to his kind. She listens to his request of the priest and nods along with his thoughts.*
"Jabin has thought of what I could not. We would all be most grateful for your services, Priest of Pelor."
"I am sure the village has been blessed with your presence. If you, however, find you have a wanderlust in your bones, our small caravan could use one such as yourself for the rest of our journey. I am Azure Rentlon."
*Azure smiles warmly at the priest as she notices Jabin, hooded now, standing a bit behind her. Indicating the mage, she introduces the mage.*
"And this is Jabin. He works in the arcane and has a good aim with bolts as well as potions."
*Azure turns her smile to Jabin with a wink of acknowledgement for what he had offered in the previous battle. Though she sees he is keeping himself hidden and probably did not see her. He should not feel the need to hide himself thus. Her mind dwells momentarily on what must be the ooze genasi's private tribulations because others are not used to his kind. She listens to his request of the priest and nods along with his thoughts.*
"Jabin has thought of what I could not. We would all be most grateful for your services, Priest of Pelor."
Ghostknight
First Post
Heliad turns to Jabin.
"I am always willing to assist. It is a pity it is to bury the body rather than to heal. But I will do as you ask. I will gladly bestow Pelor's blessing upon the body of the valiant warrior that was your friend.
Azure, let me think on that offer a bit. While I am indeed struck by the idea of wandering, I must decide if my presence in the village is not a higher calling. By the time I have finished the rites for the slain warrior I will have your answer.
Now, Jabin my friend, for friend you are indeed for helping the people of this caravan, please take me to the body of your slain friend so that I may properly bless him for his travels to the realms beyond. "
"I am always willing to assist. It is a pity it is to bury the body rather than to heal. But I will do as you ask. I will gladly bestow Pelor's blessing upon the body of the valiant warrior that was your friend.
Azure, let me think on that offer a bit. While I am indeed struck by the idea of wandering, I must decide if my presence in the village is not a higher calling. By the time I have finished the rites for the slain warrior I will have your answer.
Now, Jabin my friend, for friend you are indeed for helping the people of this caravan, please take me to the body of your slain friend so that I may properly bless him for his travels to the realms beyond. "
*Bowing his head in thanks to the priest for performing this deed, Jabin leads him to the bodies of Saku and the fallen bandite.*
"We brought them all here after the battle, and while I am not a student of the arcane arts, I can not say that these men attacked us on their own will."
*Bending down, Jabin shows those around him the brands on the bandit's arms.*
"There are those who possess the mastery of the weave to bend men to their will by using magical brands such as this. Sadly, the spell's power leaves when the vessel dies, so I am not able to say truthfully if the outside forces compelled this attack or not. As such, if your edicts allow, could you include these fallen in your prayers?"
"We brought them all here after the battle, and while I am not a student of the arcane arts, I can not say that these men attacked us on their own will."
*Bending down, Jabin shows those around him the brands on the bandit's arms.*
"There are those who possess the mastery of the weave to bend men to their will by using magical brands such as this. Sadly, the spell's power leaves when the vessel dies, so I am not able to say truthfully if the outside forces compelled this attack or not. As such, if your edicts allow, could you include these fallen in your prayers?"
*Ashlie hides quietly in the woods, Zaphira staying farther back to avoid attracting attention. The bandits are mostly involved in slaking their thirst and Ashlie is able to get within about thirty feet.*
"Come on, Rallon, we can get back to camp, get all the gear and get the hell out of here," the "don't panic" bandit says, starting to get to his feet. He never regains them, as Ashlie's arrow shoots right though his neck, and he falls over dead in an instant. Zaphira runs up to offer her backup, bow at the ready. Rallon remains on the ground, his eyes wide and his skin pale with shock. Without even being asked, he kicks his sword away from him and throws away a dagger and looks at Zaphira with stark terror in his eyes.
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*Heliad finds all the bandits to be quite dead. Perhaps some had not been when they fell, but now their blood has gone to nourish the woods, and their bodies no longer contain the spark of life. Heliad can say a brief prayer over the bandits' bodies, one said to prevent them from rising at undead. For Saku he can speak a warrior's eulogy, and help prepare a proper grave. The pilgrims will help by carefully stripping the bandits of anything of use, in a methodical, thorough way that seems rather at odds with religious folks, and places the items in the wagon that holds most of the party's goods. Then they take the bandits to the side of the road and burn the bodies, as is typically done with unwanted dead (unless anyone had objections).*
*The goods gathered are 13 longswords, decently made, 13 shortbows, of moderate make, 72 good arrows, five good set of leather armor (the others were too badly damaged to salvage), 243 copper coins (some from the north, some from the Sea of Song, some from a Greenfire Lake), 156 silver coins (mostly Sea of Song, some from Ice Lake), a smooth, round piece of orange quarze the size of a walnut, a golden earring made from braided white, red, and yellow gold, and a copper ring with a maple leaf engraved on it.*
"Come on, Rallon, we can get back to camp, get all the gear and get the hell out of here," the "don't panic" bandit says, starting to get to his feet. He never regains them, as Ashlie's arrow shoots right though his neck, and he falls over dead in an instant. Zaphira runs up to offer her backup, bow at the ready. Rallon remains on the ground, his eyes wide and his skin pale with shock. Without even being asked, he kicks his sword away from him and throws away a dagger and looks at Zaphira with stark terror in his eyes.
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*Heliad finds all the bandits to be quite dead. Perhaps some had not been when they fell, but now their blood has gone to nourish the woods, and their bodies no longer contain the spark of life. Heliad can say a brief prayer over the bandits' bodies, one said to prevent them from rising at undead. For Saku he can speak a warrior's eulogy, and help prepare a proper grave. The pilgrims will help by carefully stripping the bandits of anything of use, in a methodical, thorough way that seems rather at odds with religious folks, and places the items in the wagon that holds most of the party's goods. Then they take the bandits to the side of the road and burn the bodies, as is typically done with unwanted dead (unless anyone had objections).*
*The goods gathered are 13 longswords, decently made, 13 shortbows, of moderate make, 72 good arrows, five good set of leather armor (the others were too badly damaged to salvage), 243 copper coins (some from the north, some from the Sea of Song, some from a Greenfire Lake), 156 silver coins (mostly Sea of Song, some from Ice Lake), a smooth, round piece of orange quarze the size of a walnut, a golden earring made from braided white, red, and yellow gold, and a copper ring with a maple leaf engraved on it.*
Ghostknight
First Post
"What I see here saddens me. I believe that perhaps Pelor will be best served if I travel with you. Let me return to the village and gather my belongings. Father Parab, would that be agreeable? You can even start travellig, I have a fine horse and should be able to catch up with your wagins quite easily."
Fangor the Fierce
First Post
Seeing the bandit gasp for his last breath of air, and the blood pouring out of his mouth, Ashlie only stares.Isida Kep'Tukari said:
Such a peaceful sight. The last breath, the blood, the exit of the spirit and the beginning journey of the bodies return to the earth. Such a steady process.
Turning her attention to Rallon, and seeing his evident surrender, she grins. "Seems as though you know when to quit afterall. Now, for some answers. Why did you attack the wagons? Who are you and what is your purpose? Are you enemies of this group we are aiding? Speak quickly and truthfully, or you will also begin your journey back to the ashes from where you were spawned." She advances slowly, with another arrow aimed at his leg. She wants answers from this one, and won't let him be able to run too far if he tries.
Waiting for his reaction she sizes him up, while glancing around, seeing if any of the other bandits appear. Shilo will just growl, walking with his master and keeping close. His eyes not leaving the man.
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Azure, Radiance Genasi Bard 1
*Azure follows the men as the priest moves to make blessings upon the dead, standing a bit back as to not intrude. She offers a brief silent prayer to Liira, asking the souls of the good to find joy in their new surroundings, wherever that may be.*
*Once the rites are finished, she wanders back towards the wagon with the pregnant woman. Sitting on the lip of the wooden contraption, she starts to hum before speaking.*
"How are you and the babe after all the tumult of this morning?"
*Azure follows the men as the priest moves to make blessings upon the dead, standing a bit back as to not intrude. She offers a brief silent prayer to Liira, asking the souls of the good to find joy in their new surroundings, wherever that may be.*
*Once the rites are finished, she wanders back towards the wagon with the pregnant woman. Sitting on the lip of the wooden contraption, she starts to hum before speaking.*
"How are you and the babe after all the tumult of this morning?"
Lady Shatterstone
First Post
*Stopping a few feet away from the first wagon Fianna realizes there are more people in this caravan then she had origianlly thought. Few take notice of her and Kani as they approach, but they had all been through quite an ordeal.*
