[The Mythar Resistance] On The Trail
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Keia
I aim to misbehave
Nassitch (Kobold)
"Oooo-kay," Nassitch said, turning it into a long two syllable word. He glanced left and right, then asked, "Isn't that where the scary gross stuff happened? Are you certain it's all gone-gone and won't get poor Kimble any trouble. I'd hate for something to happen to m . . . him."
Regardless of the response (unless its yes you're going to be eaten), Nassitch will give confident words of encouragement to Kimble (and himself) and head over to take a sniff around. 'Might not be a bad idea to get a whiff of whatever happened,' Nassitch thought, 'that way I can been long long gone if I smell it again!'
Uiim said:
"Oooo-kay," Nassitch said, turning it into a long two syllable word. He glanced left and right, then asked, "Isn't that where the scary gross stuff happened? Are you certain it's all gone-gone and won't get poor Kimble any trouble. I'd hate for something to happen to m . . . him."
Regardless of the response (unless its yes you're going to be eaten), Nassitch will give confident words of encouragement to Kimble (and himself) and head over to take a sniff around. 'Might not be a bad idea to get a whiff of whatever happened,' Nassitch thought, 'that way I can been long long gone if I smell it again!'
Olivia:
As you invoke the powers of the crystal, a scene and your are subsumed as if behind another's eyes, blurred as if viewed from underwater, but it jumps from image to image, as if time was barreling forward haphazardly. Flicker of torch along roughened stone, *drip drip* red water, hand reach out, press into the wall, support, tired. You gasp, sharp pains stitch your sides. Darkness over unending stairs. Circular stone seal, runes. Pick comes down. Sparks, pain. Golden black energy fountains upwards. The image fades in your mind, you can still feel the pains in your side like a ghostly-wound, and your breathes slow from labored gasps, back to normal. You remember it as if it had been you, but whatever it was, it had little to do with the crystal ball in your hands. A shard of another time perhaps, past or future you don't know.
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Nassitch:
As you approach the shack, Kimble growls and your nose is pained by the acridness of blood. You can tell whatever occurred here, was a truly wretched act. Pushing the door open, you recoil for a moment at the sight. A woman in her middle years, naked, lies sprawled across a bed, her stomach is rent open as if something had burst from within. The entire scene wreaks of bile and blood, but there is sparingly little anywhere to actually be seen. Kimble remains outside with Tau. As you examine the interior of the shack closer you quickly notice that there are spaces where a persons belongings should have been, but they were removed haphazardly, like someone had been in a rush to leave, it must have been a few hours ago at least. There are however signs that there were at least three people in here at some point, however there was no forced entry, no visible violence as the room seems in relative order. You can pick out the scent of a Huom, probably the one who now lies dead, mixed amongst the scent of the woman, but you can't fully discern the third smell, it eludes you for some reason, like something that was oiled would slip from your fingers.
Keia
I aim to misbehave
Nassitch (Kobold)
Nassitch cautiously approached the shack. From a distance away he encountered a smell that he didn’t like . . . Kimble didn’t like it either and growled in annoyance.
“Easy, Kimble,” Nassitch said quietly, “You stay here with Tau and keep him safe . . . I’ll have a sniff around in there. You come if I call, you hear, boy?”
Nassitch then smiled bravely and entered the shack, though from his tentative glances into the shack one could tell he didn’t feel brave at all. He only spent a few moments within the shack before exiting much faster than he entered. Nassitch stumbled once as he made his way to Kimble and Tau, something he almost never did.
“Kimble, you . . . you were the smart one, not to go in there,” Nassitch explained. Nassitch looked to Uiim, then to Tau. “You need to do anything in there, Tau? I should go tell Uiim what I found.”
Nassitch cautiously approached the shack. From a distance away he encountered a smell that he didn’t like . . . Kimble didn’t like it either and growled in annoyance.
“Easy, Kimble,” Nassitch said quietly, “You stay here with Tau and keep him safe . . . I’ll have a sniff around in there. You come if I call, you hear, boy?”
Nassitch then smiled bravely and entered the shack, though from his tentative glances into the shack one could tell he didn’t feel brave at all. He only spent a few moments within the shack before exiting much faster than he entered. Nassitch stumbled once as he made his way to Kimble and Tau, something he almost never did.
“Kimble, you . . . you were the smart one, not to go in there,” Nassitch explained. Nassitch looked to Uiim, then to Tau. “You need to do anything in there, Tau? I should go tell Uiim what I found.”
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The Rolling Man
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Olivia wonders what the vision she had might be but she keeps it to herself, for now. Addressing Uiim, she says. "Since we haven't found much yet, I'll try to reach out at the two sites and learn what I can. But, like I said before, this will take a great deal of time. I'll be vulnerable during this, perhaps Osric or Kromgron could watch over me." Olivia starts with the dead Huom. She sits down near his corpse and starts concentrating on the past events. For minutes, she just stays there, totally motionless. Even when her cat, Shade, come near her for some attention, her concentration is unbroken. The cat, understanding that this is hopeless, chooses to rub itself on the legs of the man watching over its mistress. Whatever this will result in some petting or in a booted foot remains to be seen.
OOC:
OOC:
Power used: Sensitivity to Psychic Impression, PP used: 3, PP left: 29. I’m also having some fun with the cat …
With a slight grown upon log-a-logs face and an almost scowl which is not seen upon it very often He mumbles something about leaving and needing to relax or blow of steam or something and heads into the woods surround the camp.
DM:
DM:
I'll head into the forest for a short while not trying to hide my tracks then just let them dissappear circle around hide in a tree relaxing and seeing who and if any one will follow.
Ashy
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Ferrix said:
DM:
Basically, it will summarize all of the info gained up to the point that we leave, state that the townsfolk cooperated and were not deemed responsible for the Huom's murder (unless we learn differently), ask for clemency on the part of the townsfolk and will be signed "Uiim". I will leave it on the remains of the Huom for all to see when we leave. If Olivia learns something else, it may be revised...
