Spider's Path

[HolyMan]

"One-ism, takes up da lad, Greyhair 'n Clades takes point." Martomum starts to say directing the group. "Addson gather yur gear, and Loras an Jart hollows in da back. Ye all 'eads till you gets a guid hours past dees webs, then set camps a 'itttle off of da path. Me's and Addson be 'ith ye soon."

The others watch as Aidan and Martomum collect their gear and head off into the web covered woods. Then they soon are off at the dwarves instructions, and reach the edge of the webbed area of forest and continue along the path for another hour before finally finding an area off the path to stop. The sun coming through the trees says dark is still a good three or four hours off. Tired the party sits and waits for their two companions.

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Noticing the questioning look in Aidan's eye the dwarf answers the young man's unspoken questions. "We's be a 'ookin fur dat troublesomes spider's nest." Martomum says looking back. "Ye had to get yur trowin' sticks so ye gets ta comes."

 

[Sphyh]

Onesimus puts the paralyzed Trinham down roughly in the center of the camp and then proceeds to find himself a nice little spot to relax for the time being.

 

[Dragonwriter]

Jareth groans as he sits down in the makeshift camp. He massages his limb where the spider bit him, trying to get the poison to run its course and return a little feeling back into it. The foul-tempered young man looks at the others, saying, "Is that dwarf always so unintelligible? He sounds drunk, or at least, more than usual..."

He also eyes the apparent strongman that fought decently, in Jareth's opinion. Better than freezing up, or missing every strike. He was mentally berating himself for his poor work today...

 

[Myth and Legend]

Lora sat quietly to the side, placing the glaive in her lap and thoroughly cleaning the wide blade at the end of the polished oak pole. The girl's heart still ran wildly in her chest - it had been her first time taking a life.

The fight was a blur, her actions and reactions more the result of instinct and basic training, than that of a collected warrior's mind. She had dealt the mortal blow, and the sound of the beast's flesh ripping beneath her blade still haunted the girl's mind.

Lora pouted at the edge of her Glavie - one could see it had dulled a bit where the weapon had bitten deep in to bone. After thoroughly cleaning the bile and polishing her steel blade to a dim gray, Lora raised her head and looked around. "Does anyone have a sharpening stone? I left mine back at the camp."

Her voice was tense, reflecting her heart still running wild from the fight. Suddenly, Lora's eyes fell on the plump boy lying frozen stiff on the ground. "Is he... alive?" not waiting for an answer the lass left her glaive leaning against the tree trunk she had been sitting on, and went over to where Trinham was lying.

A feeling she was not accustomed to flowed trough Lora's chest, as she patted the chubby lad's hair. "You poor thing." she murmured. Somehow, Lora did not feel threatened by a boy so out of shape and with such a plaind kindness on his face. Well, the fact that he was paralyzed helped as well, but still.

 

[Frozen Messiah]

Claude was sitting next to Trinham, cross legged, hands clasped, with his bow on his lap. Claude was both praying and focusing on how to help the Trinham. he feels a new level of focus and a greater feeling of purpose than he felt before but he understands that he is still incapable of helping Trinham.
Claude opens his eyes when he hears Laura's question and her approach but doesn't move an inch. "Dead, no. Suffering, maybe." Claude says to Laura "If you would like you may pray with me you are welcome. I will be understanding if you do not accept the invitation, madam. Are you injured madam?"

 

[Sphyh]

Onesimus recognizes Jareth's gaze with a slight nod.

"Prayers can't hurt, time will heal this young man." Standing to his feet he begins to dig around through his pack. "And something to drink couldn't hurt either." He walks over to Lora and hands her a whetstone and a waterskin. "See if he will take a little water from your hand. Careful not to drown the boy."

Onesimus looks up through the trees trying to see where the sun is in the sky. "We have a few hours of light left. If the dwarf isn't back soon we'll be spending the night here." With that said he begins to make a small pile of sticks and limbs in the center of camp for a fire.

 

[HolyMan]

Lora sits and starts working on the nick in her glaive while Onesimus builds and lights a small fire near Trinham. Jareth sitting off alone seems deep in thought and by the look on his face they must be some dark thoughts. Claude continues to pray as the sun gets closer to setting.

After over an hour of vigilant prayer Claude opens his eyes wide and let's out a gasp of air, acting almost like someone dumped cold water over the man. With a shudder he stands and looks to the sky, his legs wobble a little but he keeps his feet under him. Holding his head to the sky and his arms held out in front of him he looks to be in ecstacy and a soft glow forms around him then disappears. The moment over the old warrior stands winded as if he had just finished a long run.

The others startled by what happened are to their feet looking for an attack, but notice nothing. The woods growing dark make it hard to see so they all stand quiet listening to the sounds of the woods.

[sblock=ooc] There you go FM all leveled up And I made listen checks but nothing was heard by anyone.

ghostcat - Trinham can hear and talk he just cannot move.

Roll Lookup [/sblock]

 

[Sphyh]

Onesimus looks at amazement as the glow forms and dissipates over Claude. Immediately he is to his feet with his sword drawn and get himself close to the fire and the helpless Trinham. "Claude are you alright? Form up, tight grouping, close to the fire. Lets get some torches burning quickly."

 

[ghostcat]

Shortly after Onesimus puts Trinham down, he starts muttering loudly to himself. "****, ****, ****. The pain. My blood feels like fire and my arms, leg and back hurt like ***. I can't move my arms and legs. What the **** has that ****ing spider done to me?" The muttering stops as Trinham realises that he can talk. His eyes snap open and he says in a very worried voice "Does anyone know if this is permanent?"

Trinham suddenly catches sight of Lora and his face turns bright red as he blushes furiously. "Sorry about the language milady. I didn't realise your were there."

Trinham accepts the drink off Lora and lay moaning quietly.

 

[Myth and Legend]

"If you would like you may pray with me you are welcome. I will be understanding if you do not accept the invitation, madam. Are you injured madam?"

Lora nodded in denial - for her prayer was a private matter. "No, but thank you. I shall say my prayers tonight in seclusion. I am unharmed, it seems that I successfully managed used the reach of my weapon to stay away from danger. I never asked you, which deity do you revere?"

Lora's attention was turned to a brown haired, blue eyed man that was a newcomer to the group. "Boy? He is only a year or two younger than you. - Lora stated matter-of-factly. - thank you for the whetstone, I will return it promptly."

When the young Wizardress leaned over and gave Trinham a sip of water, he started talking, or cursing to be precise. Lora made a face and stood up. "Humph - she sniffed. - you seem fine now." The girl retreated to where she had left her glaive and began working on it's edge with the sharpening stone. Her delicate fingers held the square shaped gray stone and glided it along the steel edge with slow, smooth motions that produced an all too familiar whizzing sound.

She raised her head when a glow emanated from the old Paladin, but continued her task as soon as she recognized the Divine energies around him. "Divine magic is too unpredictable." she thought. Lora felt comfortable only with the logical and well organized structure of Wizardly magic.