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Post by Geckilian on Jan 19, 2017 11:05:17 GMT -7
Enthused by the future promise of food, Gillik listens to Kanir and Talons accounts. Though he doesn't seem to know about the chest, as Kanir speaks Gillik pipes up. "Thoqqua." he says quickly once the rock worms are mentioned. "Hot, they burrow. They living fire, made many tunnels and caverns. Touching is bad idea." He'll look to Kanir with a grave expression. "They burn." When Talon explains the sliver of smoke they saw, Gillik nods. "That black mist, yes. Always start small, get to people and grow. People gone, more mist, mist spreads." He'll shade his head a bit before saying, "Gillik not go near mist but Gillik know it."
The path, instead of taking potentially hours backtracking and being confronted by cave ins and misleading junctions, takes no longer than half an hour to traverse. Though some of the route is particularly uncomfortable for the trio, Gillik patiently guides everyone through. Several times progress is halted as he scampers ahead to check on one of his 'safeties' as he calls them, before shepherding everyone past a relatively innocuous boulder or pile of rubble with great care.
Each time he chatters on about how some of the shortcuts are his, since no one else seems to know of them or use them. As such over the last several years he's carefully made deadfalls, pits, loose climbing holds, several careful passages easy to collapse and so on. With the enthusiasm he speaks of them, it's almost like trap making is practically a long term hobby for him. No matter how happy and excited he gets about describing them however, his voice doesn't seem to carry and nor do his movements echo like those of the rest of the group. He seems remarkably in tune with his surroundings.
As the group gets nearer to the small trading market, Gillik will pause and turn to look at the rest of them. "Gillik is known here, but warning. No stealing. No hurting. Rules." he'll say sagely, nodding at his own warning as his ears flatten slightly. "Friendly helps friendly. Unfriendly dies." His warning given, he leads on over a slight ridge and the trading post comes into view.
The first impression is of a somewhat eclectic conglomeration of wares and items. The cavern isn't particularly big but what space it does have is packed. Furniture, provisions, tools and occasionally weapons, not to mention dubious vials, books and odd glassware, is arranged in neat stacks or slightly compacted piles. There are three others currently there, a worn human woman sitting in one corner next to a bewildering variety of books, wearing a lace shawl over ragged robes. Her white eyes suggest she's blind. The other pair appear to be ratfolk, bickering back and forth over who owes who. Their shrill little voices seem annoyed, but not truly angry. As the group emerge, the blind woman turns her head towards them and raises a hand in greeting.
"Hello Gillik, welcome back." she says, a smile on her face. "Your friends I don't know. My name is Jhoi, who may you all be?"
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Post by spacemanspoof on Jan 20, 2017 7:00:34 GMT -7
Kanir gently takes the woman's hand and gives it a squeeze. With his other hand he keeps a firm grip on his staff. "Greetings Jhoi, I am Kanir. However, I fear we may not have much time for introductions. Have you heard of the black mists plaguing Salisara recently? We believe one of them may be headed in this direction." As he speaks, he scans the area for any sign of the mist.
"By the way," he asks, "Do you happen to have any magic oils for sale, particularly of the sort that would strengthen a weapon against the undead?" ((specifically, Oil of Bless Weapon))
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Post by Rayl on Jan 20, 2017 15:33:33 GMT -7
((Can't color, on my phone))
{Talon}
Talon would glance to the two ratfolk, but would look to the elderly women and give a slight bow, even if she is blind. "My friend is right. However, if would have any information on the mist I would appreciate if you could tell us. I'm a..professional when it comes to the undead, and I intend to wait for the mist here to attempt to learn more about it, if not stop it."
{Sirru}
Following Talon and Kanir, Sirru would also ask a few questions, saying "We were recently at a nearby settlement that had succumbed to the mist. We found records mentioning one 'Shen'dralor' and a vault. There was also a large hole that seemed to be burned out with strong acid, where we found this interesting fellow." As he finishes, he motions to Gillik.
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Post by Geckilian on Jan 21, 2017 13:02:53 GMT -7
"Hmm," the woman muses, "I can't say I've heard of anything like that I'm afraid. As for the oils, I deal in books and scrolls. You can ask Rikkit over there for oils and potions, he does love brewing them up." With another smile she'll indicate towards the ratfolk who cease their bickering at her gesture. One of the pair partially bows to Kanir, whilst the other scampers back to a stack crates, filled to the brim with various glassware.
The lady will turn to Sirru as he speaks and shakes her head. "I don't know of a Shen'dralor I'm afraid. The closest would be a Shorn'dal, darkness bless his name. I've not seen him in years." she says, a hearty chuckle following her pronouncement. As she enjoys her own joke, Gillik tugs on Kanir's clothing even as he notices himself - at the other end of the underground chamber the wisp of shade can barely be seen drifting out.
The ratfolk who bowed walks up to the group and holds out a paw. "Rikkit, as introduced. I purvey potions, oils and various alchemical substances. At your service. For anti-undead purposes, I do carry a wide supply."
((Rikkit has available 2 vials for each cleric, wizard and alchemist spell/extract up to 3rd level for purchase.))
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Post by spacemanspoof on Jan 21, 2017 18:37:25 GMT -7
"Forgive my friend," Kanir says. "He sometimes has trouble finding the right words. Shorn'dal is indeed the one we seek." Noticing the shade, his friendly demeanor becomes curt and serious as he attempts to cut the conversation short. "Let us speak more on that in a moment."
He then quickly shakes the ratfolk's paw. "Pleased to meet you, Rikkit. I'm afraid business may have to wait." Looking to his companions, he motions toward the shade. "We have company."
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Post by Rayl on Jan 22, 2017 13:03:29 GMT -7
With Kanir's warning, Talon would take hold of his unholy symbol, preparing to cast Divine Trident if the shade began to come closer. He would say "I suggest you three step back. We don't want it going after you, now do we?" With that, he would turn his back to the camp, focusing on the Shade to keep track of its dark form.
Sirru, upon seeing the Shade, remembers fondly the time he was petting the shadow kitty, but quickly shakes it off as he prepares to defend himself, raising his spear. However, with how ineffectual as it would be against the shade, he also prepares an Acid splash to throw at it, as soon as it moved into range.
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Post by Geckilian on Jan 23, 2017 8:52:52 GMT -7
The shade continues to drift out, leaving the cavern entirely as Rikkit looks slightly bemused. The ratfolk turns in the direction the group is looking, clearly seeing nothing, and gives Kanir a worried glance. "What company?" he asks. The woman, Jhoi, nods as Kanir's confirmation of the name and shrugs when Talon recommends she step back.
"I'm sitting I'm afraid, so I'll just remain here thanks. I don't feel anyone else in here, so I'm not sure who or what you're referring to." she says, leaning back against some books and taking out a small pipe. Filling it with some tobacco, she'll pause and turn to the group. "I don't suppose any of you has a spark or something similar? My alchemical matches are dwindling these days and they're such an unnecessary cost."
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Post by spacemanspoof on Jan 24, 2017 6:36:32 GMT -7
Kanir ponders the situation for a brief moment. It seems that this odd collection of characters is not the shade's target, and perhaps this old woman is more than she appears. However, given what he's learned so far, Kanir feels that it would be better to deal with this shade before it reaches wherever it's going.
"Of course," he says. "But first there's something I must attend to. We'll be right back." He pulls out his wand of Shield and motions for the others to follow as he advances, swiftly but cautiously, toward the end of the cavern where they spotted the shade.
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Post by Rayl on Jan 24, 2017 13:29:07 GMT -7
Talon would turn back to the old lady, quickly casting Spark for her to light her pipe. He'd turn to follow Kanir, muttering "Such is the life of a sellsword..", Readying once more to cast Divine trident if they catch up to the shadow. He'd say to Kanir "I can understand the Lady. Think the Ratfolk might just not be seeing it, or could we be seeing things? For all we know, It could be similar to the Swamp."
Sirru would quickly follow along, himself readying a faerie fire to throw onto the Shade to make it easily spotted in the darkness of their home. He'd say "I don't know much about Ratfolk, or this Swamp, but having dealt with the Incorporeal before I suggest we not take the chance of it being an illusion.
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Post by Geckilian on Jan 26, 2017 17:27:13 GMT -7
As Kanir swiftly shields himself and advances, Jhoi nods her head in thanks at Talon as he lights her pipe, a smile on her lips. "Such a gentleman, even after what you've been through." she says admiringly. As the trio round the corner at the end of the cavern they indeed see the shade coiled, as if waiting. A bolt of lightning coalesces in Talon's hand as his gestures and prayers form the trident. Moments later the shade is enveloped with the glimmerings of the faerie fire, at which point the trio see that it's small unassuming shape was nothing more than a lure.
Outlined in the colourful embers, it's true form is revealed. Rearing up it seems taller than a man, its central mass appearing like wasted emaciated figure with a long neck and a giant gaping maw upon the end rather than a true head, though the fires flickering around it obscure some of the boundaries and details as they swirl and overlap. Spindly limbs stretch out to the sides, grasping claws clutching and gripping almost convulsively. From its waist down the shape seems more flowing, as if wearing some sort of tattered gown or rags. The little serpent of shadow coils and darts within the maw, its lure-like form clearly the creature's tongue. With an unearthly groaning the air around the trio gets substantially colder and the unnatural chills creeps through them.
((Narrative combat again. Will save DC 16 or be Feared. I expect you're enjoying that Book of War Prayers now. Knowledge Religion to identify the creature which is clearly undead.))
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Post by spacemanspoof on Jan 27, 2017 18:54:57 GMT -7
Will save: uYsnLGcJ1d20+7
Kanir approaches the small wisp, wand and staff at the ready. But just as he closes range, he beholds the creature's real form, and a wave of dread washes over him. He was expecting an easy fight, only to be confronted with this... monstrosity. "Retreat!", he cries out, his implements clattering to the floor as he rushes back toward the relative safety of the outpost.
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Post by Rayl on Jan 28, 2017 10:04:58 GMT -7
6CMhsOEM1d20+12 Will vs Fear DC 16 {Talon}
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Talon, his mind steadfast, resists the beast's fear effect. Seeing his companions flee, however, and knowing that He'd not be able to fight this thing alone, begins a slow tactical retreat to cover his allies. After the first step back, he would cast Mage Armor on himself. He would then look over his foe, to see if he knows hat it even is.
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Sirru, seeing the monstrosity for what it is, and knows he doesn't have a chance to even truly hurt this thing. Seeing Kanir drop his weapon and flee, yelling for a retreat, Sirru quickly follows suit. However, do to his training, he quickly begins to outpace Kanir and overtakes him.
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Post by Geckilian on Jan 28, 2017 18:32:37 GMT -7
As Sirru and Kanir drop what they're holding and flee in panic, Talon finally brings the creature to mind - it seems to be a Gaki, one of the ravenous undead and one of the more savvy hunters. Though not incorporeal, it's still certainly intelligent and as he shields himself it lunges forwards towards him. Its neck coils and strikes like a snake, the wide fanged maw snapping open and shut to try and draw Talon within it's embrace.
Bite attack DNw2fRZs1d20+11 for 2d6+3 damage and grab of 1d20+13
Since Talon is grappled, 1d2 constitution drain.
Though warded with force, Talon finds he's not quite evasive enough as the maw clamps down onto his left arm and torso, the sharp and jagged teeth ripping into him and pinning him in place as his companions flee. The serrated bones worry at his wound as he feels the Gaki begin to leech away his blood.
Kanir and Sirru, fleeing back into the trading post, see the pair of ratfolk look on clearly startled. Noting the look of panic of the sellswords' faces, they both bolt down some nearby tunnels as they're clearly unwilling to deal with whatever is going on. Only the old lady Jhoi seemed unmoved and instead starts chuckling to herself and shaking her head gently at the unseen antics. Taking a drag on her pipe, she exhales a wide cloud of shimmering mist to envelop both Sirru and Kanir, her voice raising in melodic song as it engulfs them.
Sirru and Kanir both feel a surge of courage jolt through them, their resolve bolstered by Jhoi's smoke and song.
((Sirru and Kanir may both re-save against Fear with +2 morale, DC 16. Passing ends the Fear effect.))
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Post by Rayl on Jan 29, 2017 9:53:29 GMT -7
Talon, injured and feeling his life force drain away, nearly panics. However, in these dire straits, his mind clears as he thinks there is only one way he will live, one chance. With his free arm, he grabs a hold of his unholy symbol, and gives the Gaki an order, a demand, to release him and to fall under his power.
((Command Undead, here's to hoping for a 1...because DC 11.))
Sirru, after being wreathed and the kind, old woman's song and smoke, feels significantly calmer. He goes on to look to Kanir. the two ratfolk, then to the old lady. "The shadow thing turned out to be a terrifyingly large undead thing. I think I saw it grab Talon before we fled, and he is certainly not here now."
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Post by spacemanspoof on Jan 29, 2017 12:02:25 GMT -7
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Kanir feels encouraged by the old woman's smoke, but as he turns to look at the creature again, now with Talon in its grasp, he simply cannot bring himself to face it. He's encountered many different enemies in his travels, from giant ants to those strange burning rock-worms, but nothing in his training has prepared him for a creature so utterly terrifying. At the same time, he feels greatly ashamed of himself; this is not how a warrior acts! He sits down behind Jhoi's stall and tries to regain his composure.
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Post by Geckilian on Jan 29, 2017 13:12:26 GMT -7
As Talon invokes the strength of his belief it washes across the creature as it flinches slightly at the intrusion upon its mind. Unfortunately for Talon the beats is too old and too strong to be so easily swayed, and continues to feast. Drinking deeply, the Gaki lashes in with its claws as it begins to shred Talon apart, rending away chunks of his flesh and the serrated teeth continue to rip and tear his flesh.
Claw attack 1 OyL0n_dz1d20+9 vs AC 14 to hit, for 2d6+3 damage.
Claw attack 2 1d20+9 vs AC 14 to hit, for 2d6+3 damage.
Bite attack 1d20+9 vs AC 14 to hit, for 2d6+3 damage.
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Seeing Kanir taking cover behind her stall, Jhoi sighs slightly and gives him a reassuring pat on the arm. "Don't worry, such shame passes with age. We all have limits to test and things to learn these days, hmm?" she says, not unkindly. Turning to Sirru, she gives a slight shrug. "If your friend isn't with the two of you and hasn't emerged by now then he either needs a great deal of help, or lost." Exhaling another cloud of scintillating smoke that sadly has no further effect on Kanir, she taps the base of the pipe on some nearby books.
"Assuming you're chasing a servant of Shorn'dal, darkness bless his name, then I can help your friend return should you be able to retrieve his body. If your target doesn't come back here and eat us all, that is." she finishes with a jovial chuckle.
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Post by Rayl on Jan 29, 2017 14:31:02 GMT -7
As mightily as Talon struggles, he quickly succumbs to the Gaki. Unconscious after the claws rake his flesh, he enters the darkness of death after being chewed on and his blood drank.
Sirru would look to the cave entrance, and then to Kanir, before looking to the lady once more. "Without our weapons, which were left behind, and the condition my partner is in, we would have no hope to recover his body and simply die ourselves. It would be better to report our findings to the man who hired us. We cannot die here and let this information be lost, and perhaps we will save the lives of others who come after." After saying this, he would go kneel next to Kanir and say "Come, my friend. We can grieve for our losses, both in Talon and in battle, later. For now, we have a mission we must finish.
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Post by spacemanspoof on Jan 29, 2017 15:22:18 GMT -7
Still shaken by the whole ordeal, Kanir agrees that retreat is an acceptable course of action for now. His staff and wand are still on the floor, but there's no way he's going near that creature. They'll have to come back later to retrieve them and whatever remains of Talon.
As for Jhoi, Kanir feels bad leaving her behind, but she would only slow them down. Besides, he has a gut feeling that she may be in far less danger than they are. He looks around quickly for Gilik, and, if he can be found, asks him to lead them back to Zartak's encampment.
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Post by Geckilian on Jan 29, 2017 15:44:02 GMT -7
Finishing its gory work, the Gaki ravenously rips and tears apart Talon's body, swallowing as much as it's thin neck allows. As one arm is torn away, the bones inside slide from the flesh as if it offered no more resistance than smoke. Still attached at the shoulder, the skeletal arm begins to twitch and shudder as the movement passes through the corpse. After a few moments of fits, it begins to push itself up, the meat and organs liquefying and dripping from its frame. The bones of the fingers crack and stretch, growing into long hideous claws as a sudden outburst of bony growths drastically elongate the upper spine and neck. With the sound of a shattering barrel the skull breaks apart like an opening flower, slivers and shards of bone erupting forth from the inside like a plethora of teeth.
The nearby shadows coalesce and flow towards the newly undead creation, adhering to the bones with an even stronger bond than its previous mortal shell. Emaciation and decay ripple through the rapidly solidifying umbral matter and in no more than half a minute the transformation is complete, another Gaki hunched over where Talon's body once was. All that remains of his form are the puddles of flesh and gristle that stain his robe, his effects scattered around. Glancing at each other, the two Gaki begin to hiss and bicker before each shuddering and clutching their maw-like heads. As one the pair softly fade out of sight, impelled to carry on the work of their master.
Kanir, after having a moment to calm down and rationalize, feels the fear ebb away. His sense of shame is mitigated by the knowledge that the fear was imposed upon him, rather than coming from within. No more than a lapse of will allowed it to take root, but even so the timing was disastrous for his ally. As Kanir turns, Gillik comes into view at the entrance to the cavern, looking out nervously. Seeing only two of the three he grimaces slightly, quickly waving both Sirru and Kanir towards him. Raising his voice only slightly, Gillik calls out, "Quick, quick! After mist feed, more mist! We leave, quick!" With little prompting Gillik would start to rapidly retreat back the way the group came, eventually changing routes to lead them along a faster route towards Zartak.
((After the next post from both of you Rayl, Spaceman, I'll start the next part concerning getting back to Zartak and the debriefing. Talon will be brought back with the next post update, so no worries there.))
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Post by spacemanspoof on Jan 30, 2017 6:54:29 GMT -7
Kanir follows closely behind Gilik. Having heard what happens to those who have been consumed by the mists, he occasionally glances backwards to see if Talon (or what's left of him, anyway) is following behind. He remains tense as they travel, prepared to draw at any moment the dagger than hangs at his hip. He hates that he had to leave his staff behind but takes some comfort knowing that he's not completely unarmed.
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Post by Rayl on Jan 30, 2017 10:10:26 GMT -7
Sirru would quickly follow Kanir, he himself now weaponless, in the mundane sense. He however would be staying alert, ready to use his spells if needed. He would, quitetly, ask Kanir "Do you think the others have found anything? Both this..monster, and the information we found in the village should be quite useful to Zartak. Maybe someone will know what that thing was."
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Post by Tycho on Jan 30, 2017 10:10:59 GMT -7
The grenade sailed through the air and Piotr's timing was exact. Just as it hit the beast it detonated, blasting out a great chunk from its side. With a lumbering and juddering sigh it collapsed to the ground, its eyes unfocusing. Shielded from the blast by Piotr's good aim, Jhoren finished pulling himself up with Cassia's help, leaning heavily on her arm, and smiled at him. "Thank you, Piotr. We've not faced a bulette in a long while, I'd thought I was at an oblique enough angle to not be charged. More fool me it seems." he says, mildly coughing now and then between words. Cassia will reach into a pouch on her belt before handing a small vial to Jhoren who drinks it with a brief nod of thanks. Jhoren gives a relaxed sigh as he stands up straighter after the potion and, aside from a few crackling noises of joints and bones, seems to be in a much better condition. As the pair of them clean their blades, Cassia turns to Piotr. "Those were good explosives. I didn't recognise what you were saying however, if it's alright to ask, what does it mean?"As the creature collapsed, Piotr drew his dagger and circled it carefully, looking for further signs of life. Satisfied that none were forthcoming, he moved towards the front of the creature to examine the claws, as Cassia asked about his warning. "It's Kromey. In common, it just means "close", as I recall, but we use it as a warning when we're forced to use explosives too close to our allies. I suppose that should have been explained before, but I wasn't actually planning on throwing a grenade that close to either of you." He shrugged as he worked, checking the claws for acid. "I've already used up half of my grenades, but hopefully we won't be caught off guard by that again." |
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Post by Geckilian on Jan 30, 2017 12:50:46 GMT -7
Jhoren and Cassia both listen to Piotr as they finish tidying themselves up. Nodding, Jhoren smiles. "Makes sense. We can bear that in mind for next time. Are you comfortable with continuing? I'm well enough to carry on." he says, giving his plate mail a last going over and tightening some of the straps and buckles. The plate on his chest is slightly dented, but doesn't seem to be giving him any trouble aside from a momentary frown.
The claws of the beast look worn and aged yet their durable material still seems strong and deceptively sharp., easily enough to rip through solid rock with sheer strength behind them. With only a small amount of struggle Piotr would know they'd be easy enough to cut free and, at approximately seven inches long, would be an interesting keepsake.
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The trip back to Zartak is largely uneventful for Kanir and Sirru aside from their conversation. Gillik seems quiet, concentrating as he navigates routes he's not as familiar with and warning the others about various dangers and falls as before. As the trio get close to the enclave, Gillik turns and says, "Gillik stop here, Zartak close." Pointing down the tunnel, Gillik nods a few times. "Short, safe. Gillik go back home, enclaves not like Gillik. Scavenger not liked." he says, baring his sharp teeth in a grimace. "Gillik thank you for food, look forward to more next time." After goodbyes, Gillik scampers back down from where he came, leaving Kanir and Sirru to make their way back to Sul'Amon.
No more than a few minutes later the pair find themselves entering a tunnel they recognise, leading straight into Sul'Amon and shortly thereafter towards the town hall. The place seems much as they'd left it and, once inside, they once again see Zartak sitting by the large table and frowning at some notes. As they enter he looks up at them and with a nod puts the papers down. "Welcome back. One of you is missing, so what did you find?" he asks, clearly looking the pair up and down and raising an eyebrow at their apparent lack of weaponry.
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Everything seems cold to Talon as he comes round with a start. Feeling weak, it takes a few moments for him to feel the stone table he's lying on and several more to realise someone is talking to him. ".. with me now?" the voice says, as a cloud of multicoloured smoke drifts high above him. The voice seems to be Jhoi, and to his side she smiles at Talon as she removes a long pair of apothecary gloves. "Can you hear me? See me? There wasn't much left of you, so I had to make do." she says before taking anther drag of her pipe. "Thank you again for the spark. It briefly helped your allies, but they decided to retreat for safety. Whatever killed you seems long gone by now."
Offering a hand to Talon to help him up, Jhoi proffers a mirror with her other. In it, Talon's reflection seems less than healthy overall. Though his face seems to have a full covering of flesh once more his overall appearance seems practically desiccated, or malnourished. Talon's skin draws tight over his bones, lending him a particularly cadaverous cast with sunken eyes and thin lips. If nothing else his overall frame is lighter and, though he doesn't feel any diminishing of strength, his limbs and torso are demonstrably thinner. Talon's robes at least have been cleaned and clearly show how thin he is as they practically hang off of him.
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Post by spacemanspoof on Jan 31, 2017 10:36:24 GMT -7
Kanir thanks Gilik for his aid and says that if they see him again, they would welcome his company once more. And next time they'll be sure to bring more food.
Upon meeting with Zartak, Kanir recounts the day's events. He tells of the abandoned settlement and the notes they found there regarding the vault and Shorn'dal. He describes their encounter with Gilik, emphasizing how helpful the goblin was and requesting that Zartak and company treat him kindly should he ever appear in the enclave. He mentions the cavern they found with the ancient chest and the tunnel of the "Thoqqua", as Gilik called them. Finally, he talks about about spotting one of the mist-creatures and following it to the trading outpost, where they met Jhoi and the ratfolk. He goes on to describe the creature and how Talon fell, bravely covering their escape so that they could return with this news. He adds that Jhoi seemed to know something about Shorn'dal and didn't seem particularly concerned about the creature, but they did not have time to question her further, as they were busy fleeing.
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Post by Rayl on Jan 31, 2017 16:08:10 GMT -7
Taking her offered hand to help himself up, Talon would say "I can hear and see again, Jhoi. I suppose I have you to thank for that. Its been a while since I've seen my entire face. I lost the half to a particularly nasty Darkmantle. The monster that attacked us is a Gaki, a powerful, intelligent corporeal undead." Talon would look around, and say "What of my companion's arms? They dropped their weapons when they fled. The hobgoblin's on particular was magical." After asking his question, he looks to his robes and mutters "Guess I'll have to get these refitted now, as well..."
Sirru would nod along with Kanir's speech, then go on to describe the monster they saw in detail. "It had a little wisp of what seemed like shadow, it used it to bait us into a trap. The beast itself was massive, skeletal with a long neck and a massive jaw. It was simply floating there, waiting for us. As we fled I saw it pick up Talon, our companion, in its jaw and he began chewing on him. After that, we assume he didn't escape as he never showed up at the outpost. It has a strange aura of magical fear. As soon as Kanir and I looked upon it, it was all we could do to simply get as far away as possible." He'd shake his head. "We were completely outmatched. The only option left to us was to return, and report in."
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