The Whisperers in Darkness

[jkason]

"I've no idea who he is. I suppose that's the next question: Sir, forget about the ... darkness. Let's go a little easy, yes? Who are you, and how did you happen to be at the house where we found you?"

Steps outside the room echo in the small home. Just then a head pokes in, "Addie?" says a half-elven woman with long brown hair and deep blue eyes. "Oh, is this a bad time?" she asks seeing so many gathered around Addie and her patient. She steps a bit more into the light of the door frame, but remains outside until invited in. She is wearing a travel cloak over simple attire common in Greenblade, an empty, thin scabbard is attached to her hip.

Galec lifts an eyebrow to the healer, nodding his head to indicate the female in the entranceway.

"Friend of yours?"

 

[solkan_uk]

"Well that was creepy. Still I don't think he's going to tell us much more..." she turns to look at the new arrival in the doorway.

 

[Desdichado]

Addie's face is white. She starts a bit at the newcomer, then turns her eyes back to the sick man. "Just a neighbor; don't mind her. She's harmless."

The man on the bed tosses a bit more, breathing loudly. He still looks like he's in a restless sleep. "Vittor. Vittor... des Cassadors..."

He nearly sits up; his eyes opening wide and bloodshot. "THE PROFESSOR!" he screams, then lowers himself back down slowly, his eyes closing again. "A fool," he says. "The stones!" his voice turns to a painful moan. Blood drips slowly from his nostrils, but he's still white and clammy; his face a stark rictus. "The stones..." he whispers one more time.

Addie looks very nervous. "I... I don't know if we should continue..." she says absently.

 

[solkan_uk]

"What stones?" asks Arlanen, moving closer.

 

[MadMaxim]

Alastor - Human Warmage

"I think we'd better stop our little interrogation now. The man needs to rest." Then Alastor starts pondering the meaning of the man's words.

The professor has obviously gone missing, so the man must be some sort of assistant to the professor. What did he mean with 'Vittor des Cassadors'? Is it the name of somebody or some place? And finally, what could the stones he's refering to be? This is indeed a strange place...

"Does anyone know what he's talking about?" Alastor looks around, clearly puzzled by the man's words.

 

[Desdichado]

(Hint: check out the map of the town I posted at the beginning of play. Especially those of you who live here would know it really well.)

 

[jkason]

Galec

"This is a mining town, no? So I suppose there are no end of stones, but isn't there also some sort of stone circle to the Northwest of town?"

OOC: Galec isn't local, so I'm not sure how much he'd know other than 'hey, someone put those rocks in a circle.' Figured it was best to keep it vague, then.

 

[Erekose13]

As the woman and the shifter turn to give her attention she bows carefully but does not interrupt. It is obvious that everyone is more interested in Addie's patient, that she feels like she is intruding. Maybe coming so quickly at Addie's summons was a bad plan. Still if she was to find out what made Addie so impatient and frightened she needed to be here now. This man is obviously the patient she ment, Jor was glad that she was here to witness despite any intrusion.

 

[Krug]

Sorry been crushed by work and hope to be posting regularly again.

Darksheen nods. "These stones are a good starting point, yes... and the question as to what research, Galen, which I have pondered a while (ahem), it is about the survivability of the bodies and the onset of decay, and how it means to beyond mortality; ever-living, never rusting."

 

[jkason]

Galec

The shifter's shoulders twitch once, then he nods to Darksheen's agreement.

"Unless anyone else has a better idea where we might run across the source of dark, slimy evil that breaks down walls, perhaps we should head out while there's still plenty of day left. If nothing else, it will give Vittor a chance to rest, and hopefully regain that measure of his sanity he seems to have lost."

Galec adjusts his gear to leave, though he waits for the others to approve or veto his plan.