The Lamentation of Lolth - Chapter VI

[Verbatim]

As the scout began walking towards the chained man, Ayden saw Calenthang's expression of delight before the warrior's face returned to its normally stoic mask. For a moment, the gore splattered on the warrior's face reminded Ayden of something dark and sinister, but before the priest could call the memory to the surface of his mind, it faded away aas his duty to his companions brushed away all stray thoughts.

Seeing the bag dropped on the ground behind Teleri, Ayden rushed over and reached inside of it and pulled the healing wand out from within its seemingly endless depths.

"Calenthang, while I have no doubt that you consider the blood rushing from your leg nothing to be concerned about, but I doubt that much blood could come from a minor scratch."

While Ayden's gaze was focused on Calenthang, his voice left little doubt that his words for them all.

"Finder warned us that this place was filled with peril, and it would be foolish of us to disregard that knowledge."

His thoughts spoken, Ayden began using the wand to heal his companions, starting with Calenthang and then walked among the others healing those who needed it.

 

[hippocrachus]

"If only I was as strong as you make me out to be, revered Ayden," the fighter says with a friendly smirk. He thanks the cleric when his leg is healed and stands around, waiting for the others to free the prisoner, patiently.

 

[Velmont]

Sielwoodan walk next to Calenthang and looks at the corpse. The open wound doesn't leave Sielwoodan without emotion. He feels like disgust before he can contain himself. "I don't want to see what you have seen to be please by such things, Calenthang."

 

[Dhes]

After putting away his rapier, Dunstand wheips away the Grimlock blood that sprayed on him when Calenthang toke of the creatures head. “I’ll have him out in no time”

Dunstand squats next to the unconscious figure and inspects the locks holding him. After some time to get familiar with the locks the Rogue takes out his lock picks and “attacks” the locks.
(+15 Open Lock)

 

[hippocrachus]

"The death of this evil is pleasure enough, friend Sielwoodan," he replies matter-of-factly, ashamed of his own glimpse of evil, but rationalizing it away.

 

[kirinke]

There is nothing pleasurable about death, either giving or recieving. Teleri thinks, greatly disturbed by Calenthang's comment. I think even you would agree to that my sharp friend, she tells StormArmour dryly, wisely deciding not to speak her opinion 'aloud'.

She smiles, patting the beetle. "Thank you my friend," she says, as it vanishes to whence it came. She then goes and inspects the pile of armor and oddments, wondering if it belonged to the blond-haired prisoner.

 

[Majin]

How characteristically narrow minded of ye, girl. Yer words insult me families honor. Do ye not think me kin took great pleasure in avenging me death after I was slain? Pleasure can be wrought from anythin' if ye are in the right mindset.

Besides the staple battleaxe by the side of the headless grimlock the pile of equipment does appear at first glance to belong to the chained prisoner.

Dunstand easily picks the lock on the man's chains, supporting the man so he does not fall. (OoC - Taking a guess at that one, perhaps it is in Dunstand's personality to just let him fall? Let me know )

OoC - Three uses of the wand would be needed to heal the party up.

 

[kirinke]

True. But sometimes, taking too much pleasure from death can lead to darkness. When you start killing simply to see things die, then you've crossed the line. At least, that's what I meant. I apologize if I insulted you before. It was not my intention. she tells the sword apologetically. Gods, I need to learn tact. I seem to always be inserting my foot before I can get a word edgewise....

 

[Verbatim]

Placing the wand back inside the bag, Ayden looked up as the rustle of the chains alerted him that Dunstand had completed his task.

~This group is full of talents, truly there is little that could stop them if all the cards were dealt fairly. However, seldom does Beshaba allow that to happen...~

Approaching Calenthang enroute to the freed prisoner, Ayden paused in front of the swordsman and spoke softly to him, his words meant for the bladesman alone.

"There is much to be joyous about in stopping this brute and his beast. It was a foul creature that preyed upon those who could not resist its gaze, it struck terror in all that crossed its path, and it deserved to die. Its keeper deserved the same fate for allowing the dark acts to occur. You did well Calenthang, savor the moment of being alive and victorious."

Patting the elvish warrior on the shoulder, Ayden refocused his attention on the unconscious man in Dunstand's arms. Walking up to them both, Ayden cupped his hands around the stranger's head and sang a simple orison of healing, hoping to restore the man to conscious thought and action.

OOC: Dhes, could you subtract three more charges from that last total? Also converting Guidance into Cure Minor Wound.

 

[hippocrachus]

Calenthang drinks Ayden's words in as the highest praise.
"We did well, revered Ayden," he says, holding his head high as the priest moves on. Those that care to, notice a glint of aspiration in the elven warrior's eyes, hinting at many such victories with more gruesome ends.
Those that dwell below shall forever remain below. I will see to it.