The Key to Victory

[jackslate45]

Ern smiles to Aver, but the hairs on the back of the neck started igniting again. She could now feel the groups staring at her again. Never believe the newcomer i guess.

With a small sigh, Ern looks at the fiery-haired siblings and said, "How would I know why they were here? They can be as bad, maybe worse, then the Treylor when they capture someone. If half of the rumors about torture are true," an involuntary shudder at the thought of this " you could hardly blame me for wanting to run away. Just because I know a little spellcasting does not mean I can kick a Reaver raiding party back to the Nine Hells. Maybe they got sick and tired of the Treylor as well? Maybe they here to kill more people? Maybe they are looking for something? Who knows why they are here, all the more reason to leave. You obviously found a way in."

"And besides, Why are you guys even here? I would like to know at least that much. Your obviously not Treylor, nor Reavers. You would have killed me on the spot for even mentioning the name. "

 

[Fangor the Fierce]

Seeing the group more concerned with the newcomer and her story, Mal takes the time to ease away and test the handholds of the back wall. He finds it somewhat confusing, for there are not much hand or foot holds to give him purchase up the wall, but it doesn't seem to matter much, as he easily pulls himself up.

If the others are not taking notice of him, he begins climbing to the ledge above...

 

[Aldern Foxglove]

"Yeah why don't you crawl into the mysterious hole and stir up some trouble?" Aver asks loudly his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Because it would be terrible to stock up on provisions and get a bit of rest, I miss the zombies to! That's a great idea, go find some more. I'm only half eaten right now its not good to leave things unfinished hey?

I don't suppose anyone has any healing I might beg, before Captain Adventure here brings down a horde of flesh eating cave monsters?"

[sblock=Healing and Leveling]Dragon Shaman healing aura only works up to half HP correct? Do we need to rest in order to level, etc.?[/sblock]

 

[HolyMan]

[sblock=OOC] You can get your HP, BAB, save bonuses and all now. But you will have to rest and then study your spell book to get your spells and such.[/sblock]

 

[Aldern Foxglove]

[sblock=Spells]Are they treated as used slots, or unused slots with nothing prepared? If the later I could simply spend an hour - 15 minutes per spell I believe - to fill my slots.[/sblock]

 

[HolyMan]

[sblock=OOC] The latter - unprepared 15 mins per spell... but I thought you were going fishing?

*grumble* *grumble* - thanks Aver's stomach btw [/sblock]

 

[Aldern Foxglove]

Aver shrugs, and finds a reasonably comfortable spot to begin looking over his spellbook. He is of the mind that fish ought to be caught, but feels it would violate his principles to work for his dinner, and besides he has little desire to look like a wet idiot.

"I can't be fishing myself of course, being gravely injured and highly allergic to being uncomfortable - a category of which is wet. Also need to prepare spells, I think I've just grasped something..."

 

[Dragonwriter]

Jareth stops his pacing and stands, arms folded and a frown on his face again. "Gee, respond to our questions with questions of your own... I've gotten rather sick of such things. But how about a quick deal? We answer one of your questions, truthfully, fully, without hiding anything or leaving things out, and you repay in kind. No more half-answers, returned questions or the like. Because I don't know about you, but I want to be rid of these caves as soon as possible..." The young man resumes pacing.

Over his shoulder, he says to Aver, "Quit your whining. Gravely injured is a huge exaggeration. You haven't been bleeding since shortly after we dispatched the zombies. And come to think of it, that's not the first time I saw such a thing... But as to your fishing question, I certainly don't fit the criteria. However, I could try electrocuting the stream."

Jareth's semi-rapid, anxious footsteps return an eerie sound from the walls of the room. It certainly doesn't seem to help his mood, as he keeps walking up and down a short line only he can see.

 

[jackslate45]

Ern's calm manner finally snapped. When she spook at last, a cold, hard tone came out, as though she knew this was going to come to this. "Fine. You want the the truth? I am an ex-Reaver who ran away from the group because I was sick and tired of them. They tried to kill me for leaving. I ran into here. "

Looking at Tira, Ern says "We returned here to look for something in these caves. Before we got here, I wanted to find it before them, and use it as a bargaining chip for my freedom. However, they saw me trying to leave, and tried to kill me. I was able to escape into here, and my 'dogs' distracted them. I ran too far it seems, and now I am lost."

Glaring at Jareth, venom in the look, she says "I was trained to lie, steal, kill, and not to think anything of it. If I really wanted this group dead, I would have ran when the zombies attacked. Instead, I tried to help, trying to fix the wrong I have done in my life. I want out of this blasted cave as much as you do. However, I do not care if you do not trust me. I showed you this cave as a hope that, if not friends, you would stop asking me these maddening questions. I have no idea what happened as I was in the cave, starving, trying to find a way to live. I have no idea what they want in here, as I spent a month here, looking for it. I was sick of it all. I have spent the time praying, that one day I did not meet any Reavers along the way. I was glad that finally, someone who was not going to kill me on sight was here at last. However, it seems that I was an idiot to trust in this group."

Even as she spook, her anger rose, and she was shouting more by the end of it than speaking. After yelling at Jareth, she felt alot more realived. She hated this man. He reminded her to much of her brother...

A large breath in, and Ern says "I hate the fact that I am a Reaver, more than your distrust of me. However, some people do not have the luxury of making friends as close as yours. Take what you want from here, and get out. Even if you can get out. " With a finality in her voice, she goes over to her bed and starts getting ready to sleep.

EDIT: She is kinda paranoid about who these people say they are. She has been alone for a month, hiding from the Reavers after all.

 

[Dragonwriter]

The outburst from the wizardess is enough to get Jareth to stop his pacing. He calmly listens, a far cry from his recent self. When she's finished, the look on his face speaks of a satisfaction. "Okay, thanks for finally telling the whole story. Now, let me tell you I don't much care if you were a Reaver. What I do care about is getting out of here and knowing the people I'm effectively trusting with my life on this trip.

"Now I'll answer your question. We're here for two reasons. The first is to find a particular item we believe the Reavers hid here some time ago, something that sparked the Treylor invasion. Though from what you said, maybe they've forgotten where it is. The second reason is a shortcut through the elven lands to reach the capital of Tirol, where I need to free an old friend, a half-elf named Tharivol Ilphunodel, who is to be executed for teaching me the ways of the Order of Bon'Dradi." Jareth's voice is remarkably calm while he speaks, showing no sign of the vitriol he displayed not three days ago.

He stretches and unhooks his chain from his belt, setting it on the ground and slowly unwinding the loops of the weapon. He stretches it from end to end on the cave floor to a straight line, then starts alternately dragging the heads of the weapon to arrange the lengthy, spiked links into a pattern... As he does this, he asks, voice still perfectly calm (even serene), "Any other questions?"