Warriors Of The Coast

[DEFCON 1]

OOC: stonegod... yup, the group heard what Garrick shouted.

"Mistress Juja. I have been charged with finding Jina's brother, and I require your assistance. I would appreciate it if you could tell me anything you noticed about Jina's wounds---type of weapon, unusual markings, approximate time they were received, things of that nature. Please, anything you tell me could be of use."

Mistress Juja turns from looking at the reunion of Jina and her father to turn to the somewhat scary looking monster hunter. She gives him the once over with her eyes, and then smiles gently. However, before she can respond to his questions, Watchman Rodden chimes in. "From what we got from her, she and her brother were quite a way out of town to the southwest doing some exploring. She got knocked on the head from behind, and when she woke up her brother was gone." He glances over at Jina and shakes his head. "Girl then tried to search her brother out on her own and got jumped by a pair of lizardfolk. Knife wounds it seemed to me." He looks at Mistress Juja for her confirmation, and she nods in agreement. "As far as how long ago... she was moving pretty fast back to us when we saw her at the western wall, so chances are it's only been maybe an hour since her attack? As far as how long she was out cold though... that I couldn't tell you."

When Ari looks at Mistress Juja for any other information, she nods once more. [Gather Info TN 10 / 11+4-15 *success*] "Our Watchman seems to know as much as any of us do. However, I will say that if the poor girl was indeed attacked by two lizardfolk, she accounted herself very well. Most of her wounds were superficial, and it was only the stab to her abdomen that could have been deadly had it gone untreated. She is a very lucky, and apparently very skilled young woman."

"Was anyone else seriously injured?"

The young halfling man looks up at Khalia questioningly. "We have a number of wounded here, yes... this is the Healer's Compound after all. Several of our militiamen have been hurt over the past several weeks. Or are you speaking merely of the situation with our young elf?"

As Zan looks around the compound [Spot TN 5 / 8-1=7 *success*] he notices a few of the townsfolk with small bandages on arms, hands and the like. Probably general accidents in the home, as they do not appear to be in any sort of pain and the healers are laughing along with them. Several people are lying still on the other wooden benches under large blankets as a healer or two maintain vigils over them... probably here for longer-term care. He does notice the garb of the Watchmen folded up next to one of these beds, so chances are that is one of the men who were out defending the town and was not ultimately successful.

 

[drothgery]

The young halfling man looks up at Khalia questioningly. "We have a number of wounded here, yes... this is the Healer's Compound after all. Several of our militiamen have been hurt over the past several weeks. Or are you speaking merely of the situation with our young elf?"

Duly chastised, Khalia realized another way that she had been paying very little attention to most of the people in the village she's lived in for the last year. That would not do.

She looked around the compound (OOC: Take 10 on Spot to see what Zan saw; in non-combat situations, Khalia takes 10 on skill checks unless otherwise noted -- i.e. trying to succeed at a difficult task, or there's no reason not to take 20 -- or the rules prohibit it).

"I am sorry. Sometimes I think I'm used to being away from home or at the Church archives in Flamekeep, and then something happens that makes me realize that I'm not. It never occured to me that the little healing magic I can manage would be a great aid to you in an emergency. I meant to ask if anyone else was in urgent need of such aid." She said.

 

[stonegod]

"As far as how long ago... she was moving pretty fast back to us when we saw her at the western wall, so chances are it's only been maybe an hour since her attack? As far as how long she was out cold though... that I couldn't tell you."

Ari takes this in a moment, then looks over to Taviss. "Good. Looks like the trail is not too cold---at least to where the original confrontation occured. Her brother's trail.... well, nothing comes without work."

"She is a very lucky, and apparently very skilled young woman."

Looking at the two elves still embracing, Ari says to no one in particular. "Good, then. If she is up to it, it is probably best if she came along anyway. She might be able to tell us more."

The hunter then turns to Kahlia and the changeling. He notices them looking at the other wounded, but he dismisses the patients immediately---it is Mistress Juja's responsibility, and he trusts her to it. "Lady Kahlia, Zan---if you wish to stay here, make it brief. I would like to get going before the trail gets too cold. And, since you are coming, it would be best to know what your capabilities are. If you can heal, it may be best to reserve that for our venture---I am sure Mistress Juja has everything under control."

Though Ari noticed that the Luttin boy was in the room, it was not something that particularly registered. As far as he knew, the boy was not involved with the mission, and thus superfluous.

 

[Bront]

"If it's been about an hour, she could cover three miles easily in that time," Zan says. "If she wasn't wounded, she likely could have covered more, but I'd say it's likely only 3 miles. If we move, we can probably get there in under an hour, but we'd have to run, which could make tracking hard and leave us open for an ambush if there are others there."

"I think I have a few spells prepared that will be of some use Ari, hopefully I can help some other way as well. I'm as ready as I'll ever be."

 

[Rayex]

Jina - Elven Swashbuckler

When Mistress Juja works her magic on her, Jina can feel the pain and agony - atleast the physical part - diminish rapidly. Her sight clears up, and she dries away her tears, if only for a moment.

Noticing her father in the room, the tears re-appear and she flings herself in his arms, sobbing uncontrollably. Clutching her father tightly, she tries to explain what happens, but soon realise that he knows most of it already.

Looking at the two elves still embracing, Ari says to no one in particular. "Good, then. If she is up to it, it is probably best if she came along anyway. She might be able to tell us more."

Hearing this, Jina braces herself and turn to him. "I'll come. Is my fault Jango is gone now. I'm getting him back." She looks at her father and smiles halfhearthedly. "Please... don't tell mother, she'll worry."

Drawing a deep breath, she heads for the door. "Come on then. No time to waste."

 

[drothgery]

Looking at the two elves still embracing, Ari says to no one in particular. "Good, then. If she is up to it, it is probably best if she came along anyway. She might be able to tell us more."

Khalia was glad Ari had broached that subject, and Jina had agreed right away. She had not wanted to be the one to try and convince Master Silversun to let his daughter walk into danger again. There might be something to the blunt mercenary's ways.

"Lady Kahlia, Zan---if you wish to stay here, make it brief. I would like to get going before the trail gets too cold. And, since you are coming, it would be best to know what your capabilities are. If you can heal, it may be best to reserve that for our venture---I am sure Mistress Juja has everything under control."

"If no one urgently needs my aid, I do not intend to stay here any further, now that Jina is awake and able. As for my capabilities -- I am a temple Archivist of the Church of the Silver Flame. As such I have a small repetoire of divine spells, which includes some healing, and, perhaps more importantly, lore of many of the things that threaten Khorvaire -- including how to fight them. When the Church faces what comes from Khyber, Archivists typically advise templars and provide magical support, though we have some training with weapons and armor as well." Khalia said, falling into a little bit of a lecturing tone at the end.

 

[Ringmereth]

Drawing a deep breath, she heads for the door. "Come on then. No time to waste."

Taviss nods once and follows the elf with his light footsteps. "She's right," he says shortly. She's damn blessed, he judges as he watches her from behind as they walk out of the Healer's Compound. Better men get 'emselves knifed by scalies 'n' fall of it. Not enough get t' set up an' go hunt them. His eyes follow her with something close to resentment for a moment.

But she's a good hand if Juja ain't wrong. Naught wrong in a girl t' fight lizards by. The hardness in his face lessens for a moment as he walks on.

 

[James Heard]

Steeling himself against the weight of the newcomers and foreigners crowding Miss Juja's office, seething at the eventual accusations and dismissal that painted itself across the faces of all the self-interested, mercenary, tag-alongs who couldn't be bothered with Seawell at all unless there was some sort of benefit for their loathesome selves, Nelson cleared his throat and spoke up.

"Rushin' off right t'way might be a'great way to tromp down some ferns, but it's not going to bring Jango back any sooner. If'n the lizards have'em alive then they'll be keepin' him alive for some reason, alike to tell us t'cage the hunters," he nodded toward Taviss, the mercenary hunter, "or t'tell usn' to keep our snouts out of the ruins." He looked pointed at the young noblewoman and Zan.

"And if'n they don't have a reason alike that, then we'll just be jumpin' in t'pot with 'em." He paused seriously. "If you'll fergive me for pointing it out, Master Silverson."

"It's all sweet f'everyone to think they're on some mission of 'venge and holler, but as m'Pa always says, 'The quickest way t'end a fight is t'lose it.' Maybe you all want to be quick that way, but it won't do anyone any damned good."

"Now, on t'other hand, if we pace this out and take th'time t'fill our sails a bit, maybe we can figure out what's goin' on a little wiser than stompin' out inta the bush an' hopin' the lizards hit us over the head with th'learnin' stick jus' right so we get along without dyin'."

He looks at the hunters.

"I'll right yer all hot fer killin', n'alike y'think because yer all off n'some fancy war tha'us here in Seawell don' know th'name. But we're out here on the barnacle of forever, n'the lizards are the people here n'we're the outsiders still. Master Silversun knows true, if the lizards got riled enough then no plague or ten hands of water pure could wash our blood away faster from this place. This place is differen' from yours. I might not be yer idea of a citizen, but this place is my home."

"And now, I'm finished havin' m'say. You kin lissen' or not as you're wander. I promise you though, I shed no tears fer fools. And Master Silversun, you kin close yer mouth now, alike a fly might land in it. Jus' because I dance the part don't mean I don't have no sense."

Won't do any good of course. Maybe I can pick up a shovel on our way out, so I can dig someplace to bury them easier? I wonder, if one of the dies, if I could sell the Lizards the body for meat, and get Jango back. I bet they might throw in some coin too for the Brelander? I shouldn't spit on the floor now. Dammit! I forgot to work on that sparring for Pa before I left. He's gonna be a'fire. Maybe I ought to offer up Pa for Jango - there's plenty of Lizards that would give their dews fer THAT.

Say, Miss Juja's making skewers! I LOVE SKEWERS!

After a distant looking pause, the "Luttin boy"'s eyes settle into an almost fanatical hunger, topping off the strange toothy grimace that sets off his mouth.

 

[Ringmereth]

Taviss pauses at the door, and as Nelson speaks he slowly turns around. "You ain't any less of a citizen than me, Nelson. But th' place ain't too different from--" he pauses for an uncomfortable moment, then goes on. "I spent enough time 'round parts where I was the outsider fightin' off mobs a' men w' aims to kill me and m' band. Way I see it, we got no choice, as the longer a boy's s'rrounded with scalies the less time he'll breathe."

"You're thinkin' different," he goes on, "but I ain't seein' how we'll do a damned thing for Jango if we don't start movin'."

 

[Kralin Thornberry]

Taviss pauses at the door, and as Nelson speaks he slowly turns around. "You ain't any less of a citizen than me, Nelson. But th' place ain't too different from--" he pauses for an uncomfortable moment, then goes on. "I spent enough time 'round parts where I was the outsider fightin' off mobs a' men w' aims to kill me and m' band. Way I see it, we got no choice, as the longer a boy's s'rrounded with scalies the less time he'll breathe."

"You're thinkin' different," he goes on, "but I ain't seein' how we'll do a damned thing for Jango if we don't start movin'."

Garrick, his mind on Jango and his stash of dragonshard he had just given up, seemed to be preoccupied. He had spent plenty of time with the lizardfolk, so he wasn't sure what could have riled them up, this bad at least, but one thing was sure: if they were in a foul state, the sooner they found Jango, the better he would be.

"We should make haste. I know of some of the lizardfolk...and not all are as nice as the that aided me. Do we have a rough location?"