World of Low'verok

Ray Silver said:
*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.*

Gaoi moves to the crater and tries to determine what could have caused it.
 

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OOC: FInally back.

IC:

Rokelsh goes over to the warriors, toying with their kobold prisoners. "I don't know if you can understand me or not, but I will not allow you to treat prisoners like this... Either kill them or imprison them, but this torture is dishonourable, whether you think they deserve it or not!"

If any of the lizards move to strike the kobolds again, he'll allow it, but if the blow doesn't kill the kobold, he'll step amongst the group and prevent any more attacks.
 

*The combined words of Syrrian and Rokelsh seem to stem the lizardfolk's anger, or at least their murderous impulses. Letting their spears sag, the largest one nods.*

"Seess ib sacheron," he says to the others, who begin, reluctantly, tying up the prisoners. "Very well, we will imprison them for now. But our people will have justice!" he says, his Common nearly flawless, in sharp contrast to Hisk.

*Elexia, there are about three that are truly mortally wounded, and another eight that are hurt, but not as seriously. Other have lesser wounds; it seems no one escaped unscathed from this battle. You are welcomed by each lizardfolk as you go from person to person, healing them, and those that are able join you in helping stop the bleeding and ease the pain. Hisk works alongside you in setting bones and tying bandages. He seems to have had some experience in this before.*

*Damien, between you and Elexia, the worst of the wounded lizardfolk are plucked from the arms of Death, and many others will rest a great deal easier this night.*

*Gaoi, after examining the crater, you have a very bad feeling about this. This had to have been caused by the breath of a black dragon, and a big one at that.*

*Noddy, finding that there seems to be no other threats around the village, you begin to reconstruct what happened. A few of the lizardfolk children speak broken Common, and between several of them you get the following impression. The kobolds' attack was a surprise, but normally the little creatures couldn't harm a village of this size. The reason they were able to get the drop on the warriors was because Skord led the attack. Apparently the lizardfolk worship Skord (by all accounts a black dragon) as a god. But this god seems to have been very angry, as he attacked the village, led the warriors away, and set loose a veritable horde of kobolds. Most ran away after causing enough damage, and left most of their parents either dead or dying. The appearance of the party is seen as a miracle, and the return of their old shaman (Hisk) is part of it.*
 

Elexia sits back in the dirt. "Lady bless us all. What a horror. Hisk is there any word on how many didn't make it through the attack?" She is trying to get the blood out of her hair as best she can.
 


Seeing as the wounded are taken care of, Damien goes to investigate on the other occurances in town. As he heads for Syrrian and Rokelsh, he asks them: "What's going on here? We've taken care of the wounded, but I was a bit absentminded to notice what was going on besides that."
 

*Hisk gets up and talks to the others briefly, shakes his head in sorrow and comes back to you.*

"Ssseven died in the attack, Mother Elexia. Three eldersss, two of the hunting leadersss, and two eggsss," he says, handing Elexia a full waterskin to wash with. His voice is rough with sorrow, and his own hands are still tinged red.
 

Rokelsh turns to Damien as he walks up. "The lizardmen were... taking out their frustrations on their captives. Syrian and I managed to convince them to stop. From what I can tell, there were a great number of Kobolds here." He then shakes his head at Syrians question "I do not know, we need to find out what happened and whether this.. Skord, whatever he is, is behind it. Did you find out anything, Damien?"

Rokelsh stops and turns to the Lizardman who spoke to him. "Your common is well structured, have you had many dealings with men from beyond the swamp?" He listens to the answer and then speaks again "You could help us help you, with some information... How many attacked you? Was it just Kobolds, or were others with them?"
 

"Nothing, really. Most of the folk I was with were unable to speak at the moment, and the others were too much in shock to be interrogated. Besides, I was too occupied with healing them." Damien holds silent for a moment as the wounded flash through his mind, listening to Rokelsh' interrogations.
 

Elexia sits cleaning herself off as best she can. "Oh sweet Hisk. I'm so sorry for your people, It is best that you are here for them though. We need to rest and in the morning we will confront this Skord. He will have to account for his betrayal of your people."
 

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