renau1g's Fort Belurian Adventure [Pathfinder]

[Rhun]

"It is a bad sign, t' have a companion die, and our mission not yet really begun," says Baelor to the Maighan. Then the one-eyed dwarf shrugs, returning to his cool, grim demeaner. "Still, death is our business. Its not unexpected."

 

[Scott DeWar]

"She died at sea and has been given a bairial at sea. I have heard sailors speak of leaving that which the sea claims to the sea, so it would be best to leave her as such."

he wanders over to the captain and looks to what is offered. H spots a neutral gray cloak and picks it up.

"I believe I shall accept this as my gift."

OOC: Vernon chooses a a cloak of elvin kind

 

[Maidhc O Casain]

Mourn Braegan

Mourn stands for a moment at the ships rail, gazing out over the sea. He murmurs quietly for a moment, then turns away from the rail and returns to the party.

Placing a hand on the holy symbol at his chest, he again speaks quietly and a wave of healing blankets those on the deck around him. Not satisfied with the strength of his first attempt, he shakes his head and mutters something harsh then tries again.

Once this task is completed, Mourn sifts through the shrinking pile on the ships deck and takes a pair of soft leather boots for his own.

[sblock=Actions]Perform the Passing ritual for Sia.

Channel Energy (4d6=8)
(Seems the IC Curse is in full effect this morning - Channel until all wounds are healed or he runs out of attempts)

Taking Boots of Elvenkind.[/sblock]

 

[Shayuri]

Maighan resumes her natural elven form, not even wet for her plunge into the sea. Her face is pinched in sorrow but she accepts a small brooch from the offered goods. She stands respectfully during Mourn's rite, and when it's done she excuses herself and goes down into the ship's hold where she sits near the pen her wolf is caged in to stroke his nose and draw some comfort.

 

[Scott DeWar]

Vernon resheaths his sword and resumes smoking the pipe. he walks over to the dwarf and says, "Regretful, that." sadness shadows his features moreso the the clouds of the storm.

 

[Rhun]

"Indeed," says the dwarf, relighting his pipe. "It is a dangerous world in which we live."

 

[renau1g]

As the creature disappears, so to do the stormclouds and once again the weather appears to be returning to a calm, balmy afternoon.

 

[Rhun]

"Damn," says the dwarf as the stormclouds vanish. "It was cooler with those clouds above. Wish that beast could have taken the heat with it."

 

[Scott DeWar]

"Thought that storm seemed suspicious"
*puff, puff*

 

[Rhun]

The dwarf nods at Vernon. "Aye, quite suspicious," he agrees around puffs on his own meerschaum.