Yttermayn's "Saga of the Dragon Cult" (IC)

[Yttermayn]

As if to punctuate the moment, John is reminded again of is elbow where the cloth of the robe brushes it. It feels like he's got an infected ingrown hair there or something. Grok feels the back of his neck throb when he stops to think about why he's still here again. Roderic and Grok both sense a 'thickening' of the evil they've been feeling coming from the direction of where the river flows towards.
[sblock=Scott and Leif]This is more for Leif, since he wasn't playing at the time, but remember how John has got that little black-centered bug-bite on his elbow, and Grok has some little bump on the back of his neck that he never did get a look at?[/sblock]

 

[Leif]

Grok Half-Orc Cleric2

Grok looks where the river flows out of the room and rubs the back of his neck anxiously. "Man, I've got the creepiest feeling about this place all of a sudden."

 

[Scott DeWar]

John moves to avoid a stalagmite, but as luck woud have it, he bumps it instead. As pain flashes as an explosive stab at his elbow he hisses with a sharp intake of breath. he nearly drops his staff as he instintively almost grabs for his elbow.

 

[Helfdan]

Roderic

"This must be the evil we are here to vanquish." Roderic mutters more to himself, although he smiles encouragingly at Scrag.

 

[Deuce Traveler]

In response, Scrag simply growls and unslings his bow once more while peering intently towards the river. A single word escapes his lips. "Hurry!"

 

[Leif]

Grok Half-Orc Cleric2

"Hurry, to where, Scrag? Lead on, we're right behind you!"

 

[Amaury]

Rosalia is surprused by the sudden nervousness of her companions. "Huh? What's going on? What evil??" she aks as she readies her shortbow.

 

[Leif]

Grok Half-Orc Cleric2

"If you can't feel it, Rosalia, count yourself lucky. Would that I could transfer to you the sensation that I feel."

 

[Voda Vosa]

Tuk raises his eyebrow. "Nonsenses. Let us finish what we came here for, and get back to town. Your crazy talk gives me the creep..." states the mercenary, looking weary.

 

[Scott DeWar]

"Is there further travel beyond that goes in the direction we need to go?" Asks John above the roar of the river. " I am guessing we need to cross the river and there is a continuence beyond, but if there isn't, we need to follow the river, right? and which direction?"