RJK'S Cairn of the Skeleton King

Titus holds his tounge for the moment, knowing that another firey gut reaction could keep them from discovering the truth about this pestilence.
 

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Zanax circles low at the appearance of the stranger. No signs showed the approach of other men. Could mean danger, could mean a ranger, rogue, druid or someone skilled in the arcane or divine arts. Many people had abilities to move unnoticed. None of them should be underestimated.

The cold is uncomfortable, but raising three rowdy whelps who can breathe icy pain at a moment's notice, has steeled him against the tightening skin and the burn of the wind slowly freezing flesh.

Deciding that observance may be the correct course, he hovers on the icy wind above the broken stones that surround this statue. He listens and watches intently as he patiently reads the new situation.

Moja approaches to about 10' from the interloper, and tries to use his sense of smell to determine if this stealty individual is indeed what he appears to be.
 

Anton waits for the stranger to reply, not wanting to appear nervous but unconsciously fingering his spell component pouch.
 


Nephtys said:
"Do you know something of all this, stranger? What is it meant to accomplish?"

"This place is a place of worship, or at least used to be. The people of the old age buried one of their best rulers here. It once was the task of my kin to protect this place, but it seems that we have failed."

The stranger comes a few steps closer, but remains in a respectful distance.

"What are you up to? - If you desire to plunder this place, I'll deal with you as I deal with those who desecrated it."

It might seem to you that the strange cloaked man resembles the statue himself, in his dark clothes and his lanky way to move...

zoons said:
Moja approaches to about 10' from the interloper, and tries to use his sense of smell to determine if this stealty individual is indeed what he appears to be.

Moja will find that he smells nothing - indeed, nothing! As if the stranger wasn't there... Yet, he can see the air icy smoke around the stranger's nose, and see the water stenches on the newcomer's boots...

Frightening, to say the least.
 

Moja backs away as the stranger approaches. He growls lightly, chuffs and rubs his nose on one of his forepaws. Then he looks to the sky where Zanax is floating, observing the scene.

Zanax swoops down beside Moja and transforms again into the gruff white-haired woodsman that serves as his natural form. He looks again to the newcomer and then back to Moja, considering the signals.

"No, not an illusion per se, more likely a shade or a ghost or some sort of apparition." he says, as if to no one in particular. Then he addresses the man directly.

"We are no graverobbers or common vandals, my friend. Our search for the source of the encroaching darkness has led us here looking for answers. This foul magic is destructive, and we seek an understanding on how to re-right the natural ballance. If you'd be pleased to tell us more of this place, we'd be willing to hear it."
 


The hooded man nods briefly.

"Too early to call em friend, don't you think? - In any case, you may indeed want to follow me into the depths of the earth, and learn what you must to protect the living from the wrath of the dead."

With that, the masked one steps forward to the whole in the earth. "I'll jump first, you follow."
 


The eeriness around them has made Rupert uneasy: the slow crawl of the cold, the way the land plays tricks on you; none of it is right. Upon hearing the man's request, he'll nod his head in acknowledgement and be the first to step forward behind him.

"I am ready to follow, although it might be less out of curiosity and more from wanting to get out of this cold."

Rupert will grip his sling tightly, not knowing what to expect and not wanting to be caught unawares.
 

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