stonegod's Expedition to Castle Ravenloft: Ch. I [IC]

[James Heard]

"Promise me that if I die, you destroy my body utterly. I do not want to rise again as one of these foul things. My soul should rejoin the Flame."

"Don't worry Jarrith, if it comes to that I'll see that not even ashes remain to pepper a curry rather than allow you to be disloyal upon your death."

 

[GwydapLlew]

Sir Khensu nods solemnly to Jarrith, ignoring Janis' pointed comments. He walks forward, Luminous' reins in one hand, and looks down at the body in the middle of the road. After the last few minutes, the shifter would not be surprised if the body animated and began attacking...

 

[DEFCON 1]

"Don't worry Jarrith, if it comes to that I'll see that not even ashes remain to pepper a curry rather than allow you to be disloyal upon your death."

Jarrith glances over at Janis and gives her a smirk. "I'm more afraid of you trying to ravage my body sexually after I'm dead, my dear. After all, I'd be your perfect man... body still wiggling, but unable to talk back." He then throws a mock look of seriousness to Sir Khensu. "Promise me that if I die, you destroy my body utterly. I do not want to rise again as one of these foul things, only to have Janis go hog wild on my still-quivering corpse."

He chuckles to himself and gathers his things to go.

 

[stonegod]

Sir Khensu nods solemnly to Jarrith, ignoring Janis' pointed comments. He walks forward, Luminous' reins in one hand, and looks down at the body in the middle of the road. After the last few minutes, the shifter would not be surprised if the body animated and began attacking...

At a quick glance, Khensu can tell that the body seems to have been torn and beaten at, most likely by those the Six recently put down. However, its flesh shows no unusual greyness and just appears to be the normal stillness of death.

 

[James Heard]

"Not interested," Janis says, horrified at the brutish and vain turn of the conversation, "Not ever."

Janis cocks her head at him.

" You should probably try to get out more. That kind of talk might have worked on your brothers at the order, but I assure you that it's creepier than the zombies and maggots to me," she explains.

"You're not my type," she finishes, " And if you ever concluded that I was somehow interested, then I must disavow you of that notion entirely."

Janis makes a sour face, obviously feeling ill at the idea of letting the superstitious worshipers of the Flame ogle and entertain notions of her. Yuck!

Janis shudders, more disturbed by the lame advances of her companions than the zombies.

 

[DEFCON 1]

You're not my type. And if you ever concluded that I was somehow interested, then I must disavow you of that notion entirely."

Jarrith laughs as he's finally gotten Janis to show some genuine emotion, rather than her standard cold, stand-offish, chiding self. "Now, now, my dear... is that any way to talk? I just figured that since you usually show us nothing but your cold demeanor and have nothing to say but veiled insults hurled at the rest of us... that maybe you were just being shy." He smiles as warmly as he can to the wizard. "You needn't worry... we'll just keep this sexual tension on low and bubbling quietly underneath. Unless of course your disdain for every other member of this party makes you unable to keep your flippant remarks to yourself."

 

[GwydapLlew]

"Jarrith," the shifter speaks softly but sternly as he stands over the corpse in the street. "It is unbecoming of you to mock Janis thusly. She has always kept herself apart, just as you always make light in times of seriousness. Let her be."

Sir Khensu's eyes close while he offers a short prayer for the departed. If we had the time, flame would cleanse this town.

"Selase, Jarrith. Please heal our wounds so that we can continue on to the middle of town."

Edit: Khensu reaches into the rucksack at his hip and pulls out an iron baton that glows with a silvery light. The shifter kneels and tucks the continual torch into his boot, ensuring that it will not hamper his movement.

 

[DEFCON 1]

"Jarrith, it is unbecoming of you to mock Janis thusly. She has always kept herself apart, just as you always make light in times of seriousness. Let her be."

The stalker opens his mouth as though to say something else... but then he closes it and looks at the paladin. He glances over at Janis, then glances back to Sir Khensu, then back over to Janis. Feeling her icy state, Jarrith goes a bit red and bows his head. "All right. You're right." He looks up at Sir Khensu and shrugs. "When you're right, you're right. And you... you're always right." Jarrith glances to the others and then points his thumb at Sir Khensu. "This is why he's a paladinic Inquistor and I'm just a Stalker. He's the graceful one, and I'm more of a lout."

He turns back to the wizardess and in a tone of genuine seriousness that he usually reserves for Silver Flame prayers and such, he says "My apologies, my Lady. I was brutish and churlish and you didn't deserve it. I will leave you be." He nods to her once, then turns back to the group. "Who is hurt? I do not have much by the way of spell power left, but I will help they who need it."

 

[stonegod]

A quick glance from Jarrith shows that only Sir Khensu, Selase, and himself have been harmed. Khensu's are quite severe as are his owns, while Selase's are more moderate.

Selase touches Khensu and a red glow infuses his veins which are temporarily clearly seen. His wounds close significantly. [Lose blindness/deafness to cast cure serious; 19 hp healed for 45/47 hp]

"I have limited healing left, aside from my wand."

 

[drothgery]

Daellin, who never really understood the fast-paced interplay of human relationships, and who was still mourning the wife he lost with Cyre, said nothing during the exchange between Jarrith and Janis.

"I think I have another one of those in my pack somewhere," The elf mentions, after Selase mentions her wand of cure light wounds.