The Key to Victory

[ghostcat]

Trinham is just about to respond to Jareth's question when the others start to introduce themselves. Realising that no one is on guard, he loads his crossbow and starts to keep a lookout. At the same time he listens to the conversation. Once Tira casts doubt on Ernestine's story, Trinham moves to cover her as well.

Trinham remembers Emma mentioning "Vester's Reavers" but realises that that alone doesn't make Ernestine's story true, so continues to keep her covered.

 

[Fangor the Fierce]

Mal keeps his ears open as he moves about the cave, inspecting the zombies as well as the scattered items that might lay about... (Mal continues his search for anything worth using, as well as clues to where these zombies came from... clothing, etc, to depict their origination)

 

[Dragonwriter]

Jareth raises an eyebrow, his facial expression still locked in a frown. "At last, a straight answer."

He sighs and turns away, looking around the strange room in the catacombs. "But I think it might be best if we continue these questions on the move. The fighting might just bring more creatures to investigate. And Tharivol has a time limit..." Jareth takes a step before his stomach turns, filling him with a sickened feeling.

"Damn caves," he mutters.

 

[jackslate45]

I have been giving you mostly straight answers you dolt. You just refuse to beileve me because I was found here... As much as Ern wanted to say this, she decided, to stay alive more than anything, to stay quiet.
"Very well. As I mentioned before, I know of a place with water. Should we make our way there?" Ern started getting her stuff ready to depart.

 

[ghostcat]

Trinham suspects that Ernestine is not telling them everything. However, there is nothing to be gained by pushing things at the movement. So, as Jareth seems to be calming things down, he leaves it for the moment.

Moving his crossbow so it is no longer pointing at Ernestine, he says "Finding water seems like a good idea. But its up to our guide." nodding at Tira. Just then Trinham's stomach starts to grumble and he says "Jareth. Did you happen to bring any food with you. Please say you did."

Although Trinham is giving Ernestine the benefit of the doubt, he does not quite trust her and so tries to keep himself alert for an ambush.

 

[HolyMan]

Malaroc continues to casts about the dead bodies as the others interrogate the newcomer. The bodies are all in disgusting degrees of decay but they are in no way the same. As he confirms his suspicions he notices a gleam coming from one body.

It looks like the hilt of a dagger buried deep in a zombies chest. The body is charred and the flames of the spell probably cleaned all the grim off the hilt. Pulling it free he sees that the blade still looks sharp and ready for use (though it needs a good cleaning). The dagger which looks elven in design came out of one of the bodies that looked to once have been human, but other dead bodies in the room are obviously... "Elven," Malaroc mutters out loud.

Tira also thirsty looks to Jareth who only grunts and then remembers that Brend put something into his pack. He undoes the pack while watching the others expectation looks. He pulls out his own gear and full waterskin handing it to Tira. Then looks at the new script that was not there when he packed his gear in the morning.

Jareth unrolls the round padded leather and listens as he hears a bunch of bottles clink together. All laid out the script has eight pockets each with a tiny vial secure in it. A small note is pinned to the top of the script and taking it Jareth grunts at the short message and list.

[sblock=message]Lord Kyras good hunting - V

2 - blue potions - cures (2d8+9)
2 - pink potions - shields of faith (+3)
4 - clear bottles - holy water [/sblock]

Tira steps up to Jareth to hand him back his waterskin. He finds it is empty after being passed around to everyone. "I think we should see if she is telling the truth, about the water I mean. If she is than maybe she is telling the truth about other things as well." Tira says the last in a whisper.

 

[jackslate45]

Pulling out her own waterskin, Ernestine drinks a little before handing it out to anyone who is willing to take it.

 

[Aldern Foxglove]

Aver watches the interrogation with bemused amusement, he takes Ernestine's waterskin and swigs from it with a grin.

"I'm so full of holes after that I was half expecting it to leak out." He says with a grin.

 

[Fangor the Fierce]

Examining the weapon, Mal tests the weight and balance, nodding his approval. Taking the offered waterskin, he takes a small sip, as his stomach lurches with a sharp pain. Hiding the pain, he feels it leave as quickly as it came.

"Some of these are elven zombies. Others are human. Neither bodes well for us."

As the others begin discussing the course of action, Mal procures his stowed materials for just the right tool, as he find it quickly. The small brush-like utensil is quickly put to work as he begins the cleaning process on the newfound dagger.

"Found one of their daggers as well, which surprisingly was unscathed in that blast of magic."

 

[Dragonwriter]

Jareth looks at the unrolled pack of potions. He shrugs as he looks to Trinham. "That's all I got from Harkon. Vance was generous enough to send these with me, but apparently forgot the food and water supplies I asked for..."

He nods in response to Tira, not wanting to say anything further.

"Zombies in general don't really bode well," he says with a half-chuckle. "But we can worry about more of them after you all get more to drink. Let's get to the water source."

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What's the light source situation for the group right now?
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