John looks up at the scream. "Self killing is sometimes needed. You've never had to watch someone die a slow and painful death. Trust me." he turns to the elf. "Does the one in pain need help, be it medicine or release?"
"I'm inclined to agree with the doctor. I didn't get a good feeling from that sound."
Callanon will follow the doctor, and will not be stopped by the elf. Should the elf initiate hostilities, Callanon will not back down but will instead shapeshift into a large snake once more if hostilities are not immediately halted.
You find something rather gruesome. An elf man trying to hang himself but can't seem to get it right. "Help me, I don't want to die like this!" he says.
Sigvald follows along as well, watching just in case the elves decide to attack
John looks up to him. "Well, then why are you trying to hang yourself?"
"then come down here. Maybe Gormuk can help you die honorably. Or not at all" Gormuk will take in the man with his one eye, agreeing with Callanons observation. "He is drunk maybe." Gormuk says to his companions.
Callanon takes his dagger and throws it at the rope where it's tied to the tree in an attempt to cut it.
Callanon's dagger missed the mark, but managed to weaken the rope. It was enough to make the rope be weaker but still hold the elf.
John looks up to him. "Well, then why are you trying to hang yourself?"
"It's the others!" the elf replies.
Sigvald runs up drawing his wrist sheathed dagger and cuts the rope.
"Hopefully this saves you."
He falls down into a heap, gasping for breath. "Thank you," he says.
"Tell us the rest of the story" Callanon says, retrieving his dagger.
John looks at him. "What do you mean by, It's the other?"
Gormuk nods at the others questions, but begins to look at the nearby surroundings with a bit of suspicion.
"He means us," the female elf says behind you.
Sigvald draws his mace and sheathes his dagger and steps between the man and the elf women
"And why would he be fearing you so much that he is willing to die?"
John looks at the female elves, "Has he wrong you in anyway that might deserve his death?"
"Why don't you come along with us instead of killing yourself? Start a new life somewhere else, far along down the road? More than one of us probably has a past that they've wanted to move on from." Callanon says to the depressed elf.
John nods. "A sword arm is always good at this kind of job. Who knows, you might be able to become rich."
"Yeah, maybe," he says. "As long as I can get away from the others."
Sigvald raises his mace near his face points at it and smiles
"That's why I got this a here nice mace, my good man."
Gormuk eyes the elves suspiciously, reloading his heavy Crossbow. "why you be trying to kill yourself? And so loudly? You was trying to self kill. Yes? And not being made to look like that? No magics? And why would long ears not want you to leave?" Gormuk will size the man up, looking for any signs of ill-health.
Gormuk eyes the elves suspiciously, reloading his heavy Crossbow. "why you be trying to kill yourself? And so loudly? You was trying to self kill. Yes? And not being made to look like that? No magics? And why would long ears not want you to leave?" Gormuk will size the man up, looking for any signs of ill-health.
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"I was trying to get away from the others," he answers. "I wanted to get away."
Sigvald tries to talk to the man understandingly
"Well then, what was it that made you choose hanging yourself over just running away please?"
Gormuk nods at Sigvald question, eyeing the other elves with suspicion
Saélihn watches on as the strangers question hr cousin.He was a fool and this was the third time he'd tried to take his own life.The looks the men were giving them held the potential for violence should someone make a wrong move.
Sigvald tries to talk to the man understandingly
"Well then, what was it that made you choose hanging yourself over just running away please?"
"It's the only escape," he explained. Then he saw his cousin, and his countenance became even more sullen.
"Nay, the road leads two ways, each way to two more, each way to two more..."
John thinks for a moment. "That's not always true. Sometimes those roads have been washed out, others there is more than two choices."
A horse trots into view, a man wielding a spear and sproting heavier armor is riding him. His helmet is off and his cape covers most of the back of the barded Stallion. He lifts an eyebrow at the scene he has stumbled across.
Apologies, I heard voices while traveling and decided to check it out as one seemed, a bit panicked. Tell me, what is going on here? The horse stamps the ground a couple times as He pulls it to a stop.
Ah, and apologies, you may call me Kain.
At the sound of approaching hooves Saélihn and turns to train her bow in that direction along with a couple of her sisters. The situation was becoming tense....all because her idiot cousin refused to accept his role.
Mister is still in the town with the elven warriors. He watches as they make a copy of the idol and starts to wonder what tools that they are using. He moves closer and looks at the tools, picks one up and turns it over in his hands. Looks around to see if he can find a piece of wood and starts to try and do the same thing that the woman wright is doing.
"Calm down, everyone. No need to straddle the edge of hostilities. I am Callanon, newcomer. We are investigating an attempted suicide."
"Is there anything you know about what is going on that would enlighten us outsiders please?"
Kain arches his eyebrow again.
You can lower your bow, If I had meant you harm I would have killed first and spoken later.
He looks to Callanon. His expression hardening slightly. An attempted suicide? By whom? and for what reasons?
"You would already be dead had you tried. Perhaps you should continue on your way." Saélihn says calmly, though her words carry an icy edge.
The elf says calmly, "If I may interject an opinion. I'm the one trying to die today. I don't want anyone else to die."
Mister is still in the town with the elven warriors. He watches as they make a copy of the idol and starts to wonder what tools that they are using. He moves closer and looks at the tools, picks one up and turns it over in his hands. Looks around to see if he can find a piece of wood and starts to try and do the same thing that the woman wright is doing.
Mister is hardly noticed by the woman who is completing the carving. She quietly tells the leader that Evereska wasn't built in a day. The elf is slightly annoyed at the Eidolon's presence, but it's not enough to ruin her work as she works on the fine details of the idol.
"Hadn't really figured that out yet, fully. Keep getting interrupted, as it were."
Turning to the elf man, Callanon says, "So, do you want to come with us until you find somewhere you like better, or just stay here?"
Kain lets out a deep, warm laugh. I am sure I would be. He remarks with a smile before turning the to elf. He urges Valere to trot up next to him. Life is a precious thing to so willingly throw away elf. To follow your original path to its end not only mocks those that work tirelessly everyday to get by, but also anyone shorter-lived than you. And what of those that hold you close? What of the pain you will cause by this action? It is not something that only effects you but all those around you. Especially those that lost their lives when they were trying there damndest to survive! His deep gravely voice grew angrier as he went along almost to the point of shouting the last words.
"Please stop it, I'm not feeling very good right now," the elf says. He was sitting down with his arms crossed, feeling defensive at the words of the Cavalier.
Meanwhile:
The piece is finished, well as finished as it could be carved from a lightwood like pine. The idol is complete and ready to go. "A good likeness of Angharradh, if I say so myself," the craftswoman says.
"You're wasting your time. He gets like this. It would be best if you didn't get involved." Saélihn says as she lowers her bow.
At this moment, a group of satyrs comes into your part of the forest bearing wine casks. They look at you and wonder if they've been had. Just a second before you could react, they draw their swords.
"Let us go peacefully, and no one will be ra--," says one of them, only to be reminded by another.
"Harmed."
"Uh, right, harmed."
"I... dont care where you go...? Callanon says, his pitch rising at the end of the sentence as if it were a question. What a strange circumstance.
Saélihn's eyes narrow, her bow coming back up, this time swinging to aim at one of the satyrs.
The two satyrs are standing there looking at each other. Then they back out and one says, "We aren't looking for trouble, okay?"
"What were you looking for?"
One of them replies with, "A party with the other fae in the forest. We bring the wine, they make merriment."
Kain raises an eyebrow at the new arrivals. Well, seems that we are forming a small party of our own. He lets out a small laugh. Well, I see no reason to impede on each other. I won't stop you. he lowers his spear out to the side as if to say continue on.