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


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As you are discussing where to travel to next, the eagle you saw circling earlier lands about 40 feet from where you are standing. It looks at you through dark brown eyes, and then begins to change shape. The wings elongate and gain clawed hands at the end. the feathers molt off and fall to the forest floor, and black, coarse hair replaces much of the feathers. The talons meld together, and stretch, becoming humanoid legs. After another second, where an eagle was before you, now stands a shifter, unarmed and unarmoured, looking even more feral than most other shifters you've seen.

The female's hair is a tattered, oily mess and she smiles crookedly, revealing yellowed teeth. She tilts her head to the side, and her eyes dart from person to person before she begins laughing, alternating between chuckles and unrestrained guffaws.

"I have found you, yes, yes, this is a good day. You, you were the ones that went into my villiage weren't you? It was, it was, the trees and the grasses they told me" she says, looking at the forest and reaches down to touch the ground.

"I found them, and I buried them, they were at peace at last, you did what I could not, you free them from this place. What's that Shaka? the shifter continues to ramble, turning and whispering to what appears to be empty space next to her.

Yes, yes, I'll tell them. Shaka tells me to thank you for their freedom. I have promised my tribesman that I'd find whatever caused their curse and destroy it. When the trees told me of you and yours, I had a vision that we could work together. I am known as Ravika, in the common tongue." the shifter finishes, looking nervously at the group.
 
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The group is a bit startled by the shifters sudden appearance, but the dress and form are familiar---from the tainted wereshifters of a few days back. Like them, this newcomer speak ferally. But she is not hostile as of yet.[sblock=Ravika]The group is approaching the pool of the thieves and villains your tribe knows as the Visanti. You have as little to do with them as possible. Ravika also knows that there are some very old stone ruins that pre-date the Visanti camp to the north of the road near the pool.[/sblock]
 

Marot the Irritated

"BY THE FLAME!" Marot yells as he instinctively ducks the lightning crackling overhead.

He turns to the others,"You know, that leash I was talking about earlier -- consider it to be a choker at this point. This man is MAD!"

"I'm not the only one who just saw that??? PLEASE tell me that I am not the only one to see that??"

As the bird/eagle/shifter-woman appears, Marot's eyes roll back into his head briefly and he puts up his hand in a dismissive gesture with his head cocked ot the side and slightly forward.

"You'll need to hold on for a second, dear, my head is swimming..."

Marot's eyes are focused on the madman, waiting for the next burst of insanity.
 

Avron

Avron's eyes dart back and forth between the newcomer and the warlock. The man's distrust was obvious, and not without reason. Where would Avron's diseased thoughts leave him? Would they continue to hinder his path, or would they lead him to fufilling his destiny? Avron snorts..."trees talking call me insane not mad insane"
 

Tessa tried to appear unruffled at Avron's outburst, though her thoughts were beginning to agree with Marot's. How could they trust a man who was that mad, even if he professed an intention to help? She had borne her own curse long enough, and had studied what little knowledge was available about aberrant dragonmarks, and she knew how often they led to insanity. She had been sustained by her own faith in the Host, but she knew many others were not so lucky, like their erstwhile companion...

The appearance of the shifter was even more unsettling- Tessa's memories of the fight against the were-shifters was still fresh. As Marot turned his attantion in Avron's direction, tessa very deliberately took a couple of steps so that she was not directly between the two newcomers. She even ventured a wary smile, but she also raised her shield protectively. With a quick glance, she looked around at the others for some reaction. "I'll have to say, your sudden arrival is a bit shocking," she began, speaking to the shifter. "How long have you been following us, and what do you want? And just who are you talking to?" She tried to keep her voice calm and reasonable, but she was a far better scholar than a diplomat.
 

Jarrith sighs, the frustrations of the day returning once again. With an exasperated look, he turns to the others. "Look, I don't want to wait around forever dealing with people who just wanna talk. We've already had one woman who was constantly always peeved at us take off in a huff... the last thing I want is to deal with another one." He looks over at the shifter woman and says simply "If you're mad at us for what we did, then attack us and get it over with. If not... we're heading off to continue cleaning up this place. Follow in lock step behind, or just go on your merry way, okay?"

Sir Khensu frowns at his Lumin Brother's rather impolite statement, and chastizes him slightly. "Take it easy, Brother. There is time. There is always time. If we have indeed freed the spirits of her people, then I would hear what she has to say."

Jarrith draws in a deep breath, then it drops out quickly in a whoosh. "Fine. Whatever. You know what? Most likely I was going to need to scout out ahead when we came upon the fane anyway... so why don't all of you have your little talk with this woman, and I'll just scout on ahead right now, okay? Sound good? Good." He spurs on the horse to continue forward on the path to where he thinks the fane will be.
 

"I have been following you after I came to my villiage, yes, but through the trees and the animals. They told me of your actions, they told me where to find you, I spotted you before you met him" the shifter says, pointing to Avron Who do I talk to? Don't you see them around us? I do, they are my kindred, my tribe, my friends and family, they walk with me until I can remove the curse, they need me to get vengeance for them, yes vengeance" she finishes, growling a deep, guttural sound.

She looks quizzically at Jarrith, her head cocked slightly sideways "Attack you? No, no, no... I want to help. You are strong enough I think. I am Ravika" the shifter says, slightly easing the tension in her shoulders.
 


Marot the

Still watching Avron, "For a scholar, you certainly have an interesting manner of speech."

"I'll be quite honest with you, Avron, I trust you about as far as I can throw you. The malaise that has gripped your mind has obviously sapped you of a considerable part of sense and reason, so don't take it personally."

"If you are to travel with us, you must remember one thing, and one thing only -- do not cause harm to anyone in the group. If you can remember and abide by this, then we will get along smoothly."


He straightens himself and mounts his steed and heads after Jarrith, as he wished to put some distance between himself and the nutcase.

As he passed by the shifter, Marot says with a smile,"If you want to travel with us, then by all means, come along -- we need all the sane friends we can get in this place!"
 

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