Shards of Memory--Act I: The Boundless Void

[Rystil Arden]

*Diedrik recovers slightly from his wounds, although in his weakened state, there is only so far he can recover anyway.*

(OOC: Diedrik gains 4 HP)

*Meanwhile, Allure whispers something past the barricade, bits and pieces sounding like:*

"I think they can't talk right?"

*And another quieter voice, though not whispering:*

"...knew Kirkesh could do it."

*The barricade is slowly removed, and Allure pops her head out, breathes a sigh of relief, and motions for Kirkesh to enter. Inside are Allure, Vanessa, and two crewmen.*

 

[Festy_Dog]

"Hmm, that makes one hell of a difference," Diedrik says, "Talia, drink away. I'm sure Yuriko won't mind considering the circumstances."

Diedrik leans back comfortably against the wall now, in part resting after the intense combat and in part to have a better chance of hearing goings on in the hallway.

He sighs, "It's going to take a more than a little bed rest for all of us to recover from something like that. I don't see an alternative to turning around at this point. Our employer will probably be mighty unimpressed.

"Assuming we get back alive, what do you plan to do next Talia?"

 

[Rystil Arden]

*Talia shakes her head slightly.*

"Turning around is more dangerous now than continuing, since we're only a few days from port if we keep going, and we don't have the crew to make the journey back easily. We'll have to reassess our situation once we see what's available..." Talia replies weakly, but still in command...barely, "I drank a potion before from the stores, and so it isn't my wounds that are the worst...like you, I think, my life energy has been nearly sapped to nothing."

 

[Festy_Dog]

Diedrik nods.

"Limp to the next port we shall then. Remind me to pick up some better healing supplies when we're there, Captain. Well, I'm thinking along the lines of healing wands but who's to say anyone has them in stock?"

 

[Rystil Arden]

"I don't know...maybe we could...hire a healer?"

 

[Festy_Dog]

"You know that's actually a pretty good idea. Hate to tarnish my own horn but just about anyone with a grasp of divine magic would make a better healer than I," Diedrik says, and shrugs, "I'll have to see if I can pick up a couple of wands at the next port. Even if I'm not the ship's dedicated healer it won't hurt to be able to patch up colleagues in their absense. Plus I should probably prepare just in case a healer can't be found."

 

[Rystil Arden]

"Yes...it never hurts to be careful," Talia agrees with Diedrik's assessment, "We were...lucky to survive that I think."

 

[Festy_Dog]

"Very," Diedrik agrees, for a moment his voice gravely serious, "But we survived. Now we just need to find a way to dispose of those corpses and we should be alright for the immediate future."

 

[Rystil Arden]

"Think we can just toss them overboard? With the heads off, they don't seem to be reanimating at least."

 

[Festy_Dog]

Diedrik tugs at his goatee with a bruised and battered arm, "I like that idea, I proposed it earlier but I think someone else wanted to burn the corpses. Assuming the ship wouldn't catch fire that still means precious air gets used to fuel the flames."