World of Low'verok

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

*You all slog on into the night, navigating partially by feel and partially by moonlight. In a few places you have to swim, most of you holding on to the horses. Hisk seems to be drawn toward his village unerringly, as he barely glances back at you as he presses forward.*

*Finally, you realize exactly where Hisk is going... because you can see the glow, as if from firelight, rising from the swamp. As you draw closer, the ground is firmer and Hisk moves faster. He's almost running as vauge shapes of buildings come into view, spurred on no doubt by loud cries from within. The sound like the cries of pain and loss.*

 

[Thels]

"Seems like we're arriving late!" Damien yells, as he starts running after Hisk. When the ground becomes harder, he'll mount Shine and ride on.

OOC: I know it might not be too tactical a move, but It's what my char would do seeing he's in a hurry.

 

[Argent Silvermage]

"Bright lady bless us all!" Elexia cries and runs into the village hopeing to help where she can and not even thinking of the danger to herself.

 

[Starman]

"For Corellon!" cries Syrrian as he draws his sword and charges into the village with the rest of the group.

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

*As you break into the village, you realize that the danger here has passed... and left its scar. Several of the huts, made from reeds and mud, have been burned or otherwise destroyed, and a few bodies litter the ground. Arrows and javelins litter the ground and are sticking out of the huts. The javelins are quite familiar, some of you had them thrown at you today.*

*But possibly one of the most startling thing is that one of the huts is nearly dissolved, left a steaming, bubbling crater. One of the bodies next to it is badly mangled, deeply wounded with what look like claw marks, and badly burned by acid. Next to the wounded lizardman is what is probably a lizardwoman, clutching the hand of the wounded man and giving a high cry of sorrow.*

*Cradling his head is a young-looking half-elven woman. She's wearing what looks like crocodile-hide armor and a headdress made from the whole head of a crocodile. She grits her teeth as faint green light seems to pour from her hands. Elexia and Damien, you recognize this as healing magic.*

*Around the village, other lizardfolk are trying to tend to their wounded or dead or putting out fires. However, one group is returning to the village in the opposite direction from you, herding several kobold captives with spears. The cries from the wounded are quickly overlaid by other angrier cries. The lizardfolk warriors are proding the kobolds with spears, and seem spurred on by the calls. The prods are getting harder.*

*Hisk runs to the nearest fallen body, one being tended by a young lizardman, hardly more than a boy, and speaks to him rapidly in Lizardfolk as his hands help the boy try to stop the bleeding of the arrow wound in the lizardwoman on the ground.*

 

[Thels]

Damien dismounts and follows Hisk to one of the wounded lizardmen. "Let me," he whispers, before starting his chants to Pelor, placing both hands on the lizardman.

OOC: Drop a protection from evil to spontaneous cast a cure light wounds.

 

[Starman]

Syrrian sheathes his sword. "I do so hate being late," he mutters under his breath. Seeing the strangely dissolved hut and the crater, he goes to investigate it.

He walks around it and examines it. Finding this strangely fascinating, he doesn't notice the lizard woman at first. When he does, he asks her, "Do you speak Common? What happened here?" He gestures to the crater and ruined hut.

 

[Guest 11456]

*Cradling his head is a young-looking half-elven woman. She's wearing what looks like crocodile-hide armor and a headdress made from the whole head of a crocodile. She grits her teeth as faint green light seems to pour from her hands. Elexia and Damien, you recognize this as healing magic.*

Gaoi moves up to the half-elf and asks, "What happened here? How can we best offer aid?"

 

[Noddy Darkfox]

"Bloody vermin. Damned bloody vermin!"

Noddy stalks through the village, observing the details of the assault on the village. He stops alongside Syrrian and the melted hut.

"Black dragon's work, eh? Acid and claws..." He looks around at the half-elf he takes for a Druid. "Belikes one o' us twill have something similar to wear from a darker giant lizard. And his very thugs! Kobolds."

The Halfling stands with his back to the ruined clan-chief's hut, balled fists on hips.

"Bit o light in the sewer, tho. Dragons hoard treasure...should be something for helping these good folk back to their feets."

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

*Damien, the radient light of Pelor flows through you and into the lizardwoman on the ground. The arrow wound closes, and after a few seconds, she sits up, breathing easier. The young boy looks at the priest, his eyes wide, and bobs his head several times.*

"Thank you, priessst," Hisk says. "Have you herbsss? Bandagesss? I can help sssome of the othersss."

*Syrrian, the lizardwoman continues her high cry, occasionally breaking into high yips and hisses. She continues to clutch the hand of her badly wounded mate, and ignores you entirely. The half-elf spares you a brief glance, her eyes dark, before beginning her own efforts of healing again.*

*Gaoi, the half-elf is trembling, forcing strength into a body that looks nearly dead. You notice her green-tinged healing energy begin to take on a hint of red, as slight wounds, identical to those on the lizardman, appear both on her body and that of the lizardwoman. When you ask her your question, she doesn't look up, but responds through gritted teeth.*

"Give me your strength. He can't die," she grunts, sweat running down her face. The lizardman's wounds are beginning to close, but slowly.