Under Finnian and Vadrics care, Bertrand is quickly revived but feelign somewhat sluggish and disoriented. While the tend to Bertrand,Anniston moves to the area that once contained the darkness only to find a dark black leathery cloak with several obvious rents in it laying on the decking.
Trying to shake off the effects of the attack Bertrand sways drunkenly and struggles to stand. "I'd kill for a cup of coffee right now," he says somewhat gloomily. Looking to his companions he asks with a slight slur in his voice, "Did we kill that thing? Does anybody know what it was?"
"I don't even know what it was, let alone if we slew it. It was most definitely evil, though." Vadric looks around at his companions and takes a deep breath. "Most of my powers have been spent this day. I suggest we get out of here while we can...If we decide it prudent to return on the morrow, after we rest, we can certainly do so."
When Jaroth moves up to inspect the area, he is confronted with Anniston extending his sword and asking if anyone knows anything about the item in question.
For Jaroth
[sblock]The item extended towards Jaroth set his teeth on edge. It is a cloak belonging to a member of the order of Drakor. As the drudic order works for understanding and peace among the races the Drakor work for disharmony and violence. Only a very powerful member of the order could have shielded himself from Jaroth[/sblock]
Bertrand nods at Rhun's suggestion. "I'm feeling pretty beat too. I do think we should try to get some horses and any food we can off the boat now. I have a feeling that we won't a chance to return to the ship. There are simply too many powerful evil beings here. The poor boat must certainly be torn apart by such an outpouring of evil power."