World of Low'verok

[Graywolf-ELM]

Draxiksus male Lizardfolk Ranger lvl2

Drax checks for any identifying marks on the belt buckle to track the previous owner back to his origins. If none, he will return the buckle from whence it came. With all searching done, he will wait quietly for Elexia to finish her prayers and rituals for this place.

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

*There's a faint maker's mark on the back of the belt buckle, but it's not one you recognize. The buckle is of valuable materials, but average workmanship.*

 

[Ashy]

Pottofer refers what he has learned to the group, and once she is done, the water genasi trundles up to the priestess. "White Muther, would you mind lookin' over the remains o' this poor soul o'er 'ere. I think 'at some'in real bad happened to 'im...."

 

[Argent Silvermage]

Elexia

The white mother comes to Pottofers side and kneels. "I will do what I can but my training is in the living not the dead."

ooc: Knowledge Religion 7/+9
Healing 7/+10
Any information she gets she will share.

 

[Ashy]

The water genasi nods, "Thankee, White Muther..." Pottofer watches Elexia carefully....

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

The white mother comes to Pottofers side and kneels. "I will do what I can but my training is in the living not the dead."

*Elexia considers the strange person, but comes to similar conclusions. The person looks like they were affected by some kind of transmutation magic. The bones are unusually strong.*

 

[Ashy]

"I reckon we'd better lay 'is poor soul ta rest, then...", the water genasi says, nodding solemly and slowly...

 

[Dark Nemesis]

Brigitte made a face as she examined the person’s remain, before taking a step back, allowing Elexia to do her work. Swords drawn, she wandered about the room, trying to examine her surroundings while at the same time trying to avoid the rat corpses. “The rats are dead, the altar consecrated… what shall we do, after laying that poor fellow to rest?”

 

[Argent Silvermage]

Elexia

"Brigitte sweetheart could you just check the area around the alter one last time for me. I feel this poor soul came from beneath us there may be a trap door we have overlooked due to the rodent bodies littering the place. " The White Mother gathers her skirts from the muck and stands. "Virgil dear what can you tell us of this rain god the alter was erected for? If anything."

 

[Ashy]

Pottofer, wishing he knew more about organized and formalized religion, looks over Virgil's shoulder as he works, hoping to learn something. Then he helps look for anything that might be a hidden or secret door. As he does he smiles at Brigitte, and wrinkles his nose as he uses Th' Holyghost to scrape aside some rat bodies. "Peee-uuou! This smells worse'n Koppa's bucket o' fish scraps on'a sunny day!"