[The Mythar Resistance] On The Trail
- Thread starter Ferrix
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Alright if I can hear her cry out then I will rush to the center right next to Uiim.Don't worry about remaining hidden. But I would like to try to at least remain in the shadows unitl I have to move out. Also if I hear the scream then I will be observing all the people to see if any are trying to flee the area or look suspicios such as staring blankly or wicked grins and so forth. I'm excpecting you to tell me when every one can see me.
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Uiim:
Log-a-Log:
Log-a-log barrels into the town center from seemingly out of nowhere, who knows where he's been, but he looks fine enough. A look of concern creases his face, most likely Layonarai's scream drew him close.
From what you can gather, you've never seen Layonarai react this way to anything before. Although when she grew quiet you assumed she was reaching out to view the spirit world, whatever frightened her must have been related to that.
Log-a-Log:
When you hear Layonarai scream you rush past a few shacks and barrel your way into the town center, where she clutches to Uiim like a frightened child. From what you saw on your way in, everyone was as startled by her cry as you were.
Log-a-log barrels into the town center from seemingly out of nowhere, who knows where he's been, but he looks fine enough. A look of concern creases his face, most likely Layonarai's scream drew him close.
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Layonarai Leafrunner - Female Elf Spirit Shaman 5
The beautiful elven maiden slowly gains control of her sanity and turns to Uiim. She points at the house and then the dead Huom. "The house ... the Huom ... very dark. What did this is very bad. Not natural. At least it no longer is natural. Dark taint. Evil of evils. Locked away. Yet not. Must be ..." She just starts sobbing and turns her head toward Uiim's chest. Her muffled voice can be heard by those close by. "Make it stop! Make it go away."
The beautiful elven maiden slowly gains control of her sanity and turns to Uiim. She points at the house and then the dead Huom. "The house ... the Huom ... very dark. What did this is very bad. Not natural. At least it no longer is natural. Dark taint. Evil of evils. Locked away. Yet not. Must be ..." She just starts sobbing and turns her head toward Uiim's chest. Her muffled voice can be heard by those close by. "Make it stop! Make it go away."
Uiim:
Layonarai's desperate pleas chill your blood, something about all of this rekindles a story that you heard as a child. It was told that during the Mythar invasion a human tapped into an ancient font of power to spurn the invaders from his home; this power sprung from a well so ancient and deep that none knew what it was, all they knew was the torment it wrought upon all those who wielded it, and the horrors they perpetrated. It took some of the greatest minds within the Mythar forces to destroy this tainted man, and the dark legacy which has sprung from it is whispered in hushed tones within their hierarchy.
"What is it Ulim? Want me to go check it out?" Kromgron asks, shifting nervously on his feet again.
Ashy
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Isida Kep'Tukari said:
The old gnome looks like he has seen a ghost - all the color and emotion have drained from his face. He looks at the dwarf and on his face is a look crafted from equal parts terror and hope.
It is, needless to say, a very strange expression.
Finally, he manages to speak, "Th...there's not going to be anything to find...now, I think, Kromgron. L...let's get everyone together - we need to talk. Gather everyone back at the wagons - er - everyone gather back at the wagons, rather."
It is obvious that the old gnome is not his usual, collective self. He helps Layonarai back to the wagon; as he goes, he calls over his shoulder, "Log, might you help an ol' gnome here?"
Erekose13
Explorer
Tau returns from the hut having found little else in his search. Seeing everyone gathered around Layonarai and Uiim he moves in and listens to the conversation. As Uiim motions for Log's help he nods to his stealthy companion taking up a position on the other side of the gnome ready to lend a hand as well.
