Seeing he actually is a little vulnerable Zokon thinks and speaks.. "Erevenywg helps us, use your magic to heal or to blast the bad wolves , I don't know what you can do, just don't do nothing."
He looks at the waif "Your not worth the time." he stabs aqt the blue wolf
"Right right. Let's hope we can find them quickly!" Illthir wishes she still had her Spell Kenning for this. Dammit!
"Erevenywg, can you flee? Warn the others if you can!" They won't find us in time, but at least they can learn of our fate.
Seeing he actually is a little vulnerable Zokon thinks and speaks.. "Erevenywg helps us, use your magic to heal or to blast the bad wolves , I don't know what you can do, just don't do nothing."
Looking torn Erevenywg shrugs, smiles and says with some determination. "You are right, Zoh-Khan, I should do something."
She grasps Zokon's arm again. And suddenly all of the pain and even the tear in his sleeve and the blood dripping along his arm from the wolf waif's attack disappears as if it had never happened.
Then like a flash she rushes past him and out the door. Or did she? She must have rushed past right? The worg, the werewolf, they must not have noticed, right?
She calls back up to the tower shell from the base of the stone step where she must have run too. Right? "BAAL-ZEROES! ZOH-KHAN! I SHALL RETURN WITH THE HELP!"
The worg in the doorway topples beneath Zokon's rapier.
"Oh! Zoh-Khan! Which way is the camp!?"
Zokon quickly looks in Erevenwygs direction
"Turn 2 small steps left then go straight."
"Good luck! And I am the sorry about Ah-lia." The healer turns her back upon the tower to run off.
The grey worg falls to Balzeros's spectral stave. The woodsman can almost imagine the small birds circling the worg's head as it slumps to the earth.
Ilvah snarls down at the woodsman, but he proves confoundingly elusive.
Round 10 (New Theme ♬)
The Bold May Act!
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__ Zokon
__ Alia -40 hp, Really really still dying
__ Erevenywg -24 hp
__ Balzeros -12 hp, prone
__ Werewaif
Fergus would whistle for Ditzy to come to him before leaving. She nestles into a deep pocket on his shirt, seemingly designed entirely for this purpose.
Ditzy will also keep watch.
I know master keeps his nose in those... books?... too often. So can't see well when he takes it out. Allow me!
Zokon takes a 5 foot step to position further around the werewaif closer to Balzeros and uses studied on her. Then he attacks.
"Here! Now justice is mine!"
"Balzeros get up."
Balzeros looks at Zokon like a madman, but ultimately does as his Lord bids. Rising, he takes a swing before backing away from the Werewaif. Hold on Alia, if that thing focuses on Zokon, I'll... do what I can.
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Ilvah snaps at Balzeros.
The two men hack and beat at the werewaif, but their blows barely register.
Erevenywg disappears into the woods.
Round 10 (New Theme ♬)
The Bold May Act!
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__ Zokon
__ Alia -40 hp, Really really still dying {Pending Con Check}
__ Erevenywg -24 hp
__ Balzeros -12 hp
__ Werewaif -4 hp
Illthir hears the faint sounds of a wolf's howl upon the wind to the northwest.
Ilvah ducks out the doorway before Zokon can register the move. She darts to east and out of sight.
Illthir hears the faint sounds of a wolf's howl upon the wind to the northwest.
"Did you hear something?" Illthir freezes and rolls her head around, hoping adjusting it would let her hear better somehow. It seemed to work for dogs at least ...
"Howls! I think ... From uhh... there!" the skald points to the northwest and hurries in that direction. As fast as the magical flight would let her! Weeeeehhh!
With the Werewaif hopefully fleeing, Balzeros falls to his knees and does everything he can to stop the bleeding. "Lord Zokon, while we have the chance!" he pleads.
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Hearing Balzeros words Zokon rushes over and aides as he can
Durgan ceases tracking, instead following Illthir.
Back at camp, Serena turns to Noah. "Please, sidarnovan*, tell me more of your story," Serena invites, taking a seat on a log and trying not to think about what could be detaining her friends. "What has brought you here to these lands? Where do you live?"
*a title of respect in elvish, roughly equivalent to "Grandfather"
Balzeros and Zokon set to work upon Alia's grievous wounds, and finally stabilize her.
A couple of minutes later, some of the members who remained at camp arrive to help.
Noah makes himself at home by summoning a small army of animals who arrive with a seven course vegetarian meal some of them (like the quartet of black bears) carrying platters of food, and walking upright.
"Want a treat?"
Noah plucks a steamed carrot off of a tray, and offers it to Serena the way she might offer a carrot to her steed. He quickly realizes that Serena can serve herself, and compliments her. "Good girl!"
Back at camp, Serena turns to Noah. "Please, sidarnovan*, tell me more of your story," Serena invites, taking a seat on a log and trying not to think about what could be detaining her friends. "What has brought you here to these lands? Where do you live?"
*a title of respect in elvish, roughly equivalent to "Grandfather"
"I live to the south in a little vale among the Tors of Levenies. It's nice. Fresh mountain air. Lot's of space you could run around in. But I travel quite a bit as well in my roll as Druidic Representative to the King-Regent of Brevoy, Noleski Surtovathe. I speak for the wild places, and those without voice who live there. I'm on my way to Restov for some tedious meeting with the landed nobility." He says the last in a manner that makes Serena think he doesn't think much of nobles.
"Durgan, thank the Divine you've arrived! Alia needs healing! We were waylaid by Worgs and, I'm fairly certain, that Ilvah was a werewolf fighting on their side..." Balzeros explains. "We barely fended them off before kicking the bucket."
Seeing that Balzeros is also injured (and Zokon a bit?), Durgan will first channel to heal.
"In Abadar's name..."
Then he will give up Communal Resist Energy to heal Alia.
"They had Alia nearly dead but left her alive? Perhaps to infect her..."
He tries to recall what he knows of lycanthropy.
Fergus looks around, letting Durgan tend his work before speaking up.
Soo then. Where are the two wee sparrows you went chasing after? He pauses a moment as balzeros explains. As he does so Fergus crosses his arms.
Well, perhaps next time my words will carry more weight when I suggest taking necessary precautions. As he pointedly looks to Zokon.
I'd say minor invasion of privacy is worth the lives of the baron and baroness of a burgeoning... barony.
Its easy to tell Fergus is unhappy, however its also evident that little of that is directed at either Zokon or Alia, and more just at the situation.
Of course, I should have made sure anyway... well, the past is past. All we can do is learn from it and move on... Balzeros, can you explain what happened to Ilvah in detail? The more I know the better I can try to determine whats going on.
Serena is somewhat startled at the appearance of the animals, particularly the bears, but tries (unsuccessfully) not to demonstrate surprise. She takes the carrot, as well as a few of the other vegetables, nodding her thanks.
I wonder if he is going to attend the same function that we are rushing towards?
"It sounds lovely. Sometimes, I think it would be nicer to disappear into the woods and leave everything behind."
As Alia regains consciousness, she barely notes Durgan standing over her, her eyes frantically seeking Zokon, while struggling to her feet and drawing her Estoc.
When she realizes the danger has passed and Zokon is alive and well, she slumps back down against some of the ruined tower.
"I...thank you, Durgan."
As Fergus starts with his explanation, Alia sighs:"Not the time or place, Fergus...please...we will talk of this, but please give me some time to regain my senses."
As she learns what happened after she fell, her expression has turned sour, and she checks where she was bitten again. With a forced laugh, she turns to Zokon:"Ha, I failed you...maybe they are right, and I should stay home and learn to cook instead of burdening you out here. Nothing of all that would have happened if...", she does not finish the sentence, but her face shows that some serious self-loathing is going on.
Fergus gives a shake of his head. You did what you knew and thought best lass. In the end that all anyone can really do. I should... He trails off before shaking his head.
Anyway, if it was actually lycanthropy, there is the possibility that this was her first turning. Its hard to say.... wait. You said the fey lass left to get help.. could she still be in danger?
"You did what you thought best based on your information at hand, Alia."
I too have misjudged things when I did not know what was truly going on.
"Right now I am more concerned about the possibility of you having contracted lycanthropy. I don't imagine you'd feel anything right away..."
"Balzeros, did Ilvah also bite you?"
Yeah Zokon is standing guard, bow out with silver arrows knocked
"I'm fine, I think i'll keep the silver ready til we get to safety." Ilvah was a werewolf and lured us into a trap. I'm a bit rattled, almost losing Alia and having to fight with my blade, well please lead on someone else."
He does have a bit of a wild look in his eyes
Illthir does her best to stick the landing. And though she wanted, it wasn't the scene to squeal in delight. Shame. Her expression quickly turns sour as she hears what has transpired.
"Oh no ... " The skald winches as the wounds are tended to. She had never heard of a story with a werewolf that ended well. Bleh! Curse upon them! ...Though that *was* probably how all this had started.
"Erevenywg isn't here and there's a werewolf on the loose. That'll qualify as danger. Which way did she go?" The skald reached for a scroll. And turned in the direction (hopefully) indicated.
"I hope she hasn't managed to get too far away. Please cover your ears. This will be loud." Illthir invoked the scroll of Clarion Call and then yelled.
She'll move slowly in that direction and sing, whichever tune she thought/had noticed that Erevenywg liked (so probably something dirty), and repeating her message once or twice. She won't leave the immediate area though unless someone else comes along. No sense in getting eaten by a werewolf alone!
CASTING
Casting Time 1 standard action
Components V, S, M (a piece of brass)
EFFECT
Range touch
Target creature touched
Duration 10 minutes/level
Saving Throw Fort negates (harmless); Spell Resistance yes (harmless)
DESCRIPTION
The subject of this spell gains two benefits. First, the affected creature gains the ability to create a sound like the blast of a mighty horn or trumpet simply by miming the action of sounding one. Second, the subject can speak in a booming voice that carries easily over great distances, lowering the DC of any check to hear what is said by –15. This spell is particularly prized by battlefield commanders and champions who wish to make themselves clearly heard or gain the attention of their allies or foes.
Fergus nods to Zokon.
I didn't think it needed to be said, but I am glad you and the others are... safe, and alive. Fergus gives Illthir a slightly confused look before realizing what she was casting.
now wai- He winces and covers his ears as she goes to yell before sighing.
Perhaps its best we head back to camp... We have yet another strange visitor awaiting us with Serena. And with how tonight has been going... well. Lets just get to heading back eh?
"I think so. Between her and the Worg, though, it was hard to tell who was actually biting me," Balzeros confesses. "We should take precautions though, and I will submit to any and all for our safety." Wouldn't that be the fly in the milk... Make it out alive, but then turn into one of her anyways!
"They had Alia nearly dead but left her alive? Perhaps to infect her..."
He tries to recall what he knows of lycanthropy.
Illthir does her best to stick the landing. And though she wanted, it wasn't the scene to squeal in delight. Shame. Her expression quickly turns sour as she hears what has transpired.
"Oh no ... " The skald winches as the wounds are tended to. She had never heard of a story with a werewolf that ended well. Bleh! Curse upon them! ...Though that *was* probably how all this had started.
"Erevenywg isn't here and there's a werewolf on the loose. That'll qualify as danger. Which way did she go?" The skald reached for a scroll. And turned in the direction (hopefully) indicated.
"I hope she hasn't managed to get too far away. Please cover your ears. This will be loud." Illthir invoked the scroll of Clarion Call and then yelled.
The wilderness (and Fergus) goes silent.
...
After what seem like years, Illthir begins to sing, and while the sound drowns out the sound of their march through the forest, there is no sign of Erevenywg.
"I do not know of any way to discern if either of you have been infected. We may have to lock you up securely before the next full moon rises.
It is possible that a high priest -"
Durgan winces as he says, " - or an arch-druid -"
He regains his composure.
"- could help you."
Can't stand druids. They'd rather see us devoured by beasts or dying of swamp fever than see us build a city.
Can't stand druids. They'd rather see us devoured by beasts or dying of swamp fever than see us build a city.
Noah offers Serena a bit of tea from a pot brought to him by a tortoise, then holds up some sugar cubes taken from his pocket and asks. "One lump, or two?"
Alia, still learning against one of the ruined walls, not finding the strength in herself to rise, responds meekly: "I...I have some materials for crafting. The moon is full. It will be easy to craft masterful manacles coated with silver until then. You can bind both of us then, to see if we've been affected. I...can do that much."
By the gods. Just what we needed. More things to worry about.
"Well, let's not spend any more time here than we need to. I don't mean to rush you, Alia, but I suspect with some assistance you can make it back to camp and we can settle in for what's left of the night," Balzeros suggests. Sounds like manacles at night are in my future. I can handle that for a month, especially if our future Baroness is doing it too.
Alia nods and stands. She refuses help, feeling surprisingly steady on her feet after the healing.
The shaking that had made her sit down was not her body after all - it was her mind.
"Just needed a moment to catch my breath. I'm good now. Lets go find that damn Fey and see if Serena is safe. Before anything else happens on this cursed night."
Those who deceive. Those who hide in the shadows. Those who hide their true form. Bring them into the light. Slay them.
Zokon seeing Alia getting up, gives up his vigil for the moment and bulls over to help her, he glares away her protests as he helps her up and helps hold her up til she is steady.
"This is the time to see, I am part of you, the hand that holds you is no different to the one that pushes you up from the ground."
His look softens "I am relieved beyond measure that you are well."
He helps as is needed then takes up his bow again.
Noah offers Serena a bit of tea from a pot brought to him by a tortoise, then holds up some sugar cubes taken from his pocket and asks. "One lump, or two?"
"Two, please, she replies, wondering at the elegant manners of this man of the wilds.
Noah drops the cubes into the cup, and affectionately ruffles Serena's red mane with his hand.
The party marches back into camp a moment later, to find the trees festooned with flocks of day birds, and large elk striding about over a ground covered in small woodland mammals, a herd of goats, some wild pigs, and trio of bears.
"AH! I see you have found your lost, young girl." Medwyn says indicating Alia with a glance.
He stands and waves everyone forward. "Come. Sit. We were about to eat. I am Noah Medwyn."
"AH! I see you have found your lost, young girl." Medwyn says indicating Alia with a glance.
Somehow not the strangest thing that has happened to him today, Balzeros takes a seat on a log. He's barely let out a sigh when Ramita collides with his head. Clinging to his face, the man does his best to stroke her back and calm her. Muffled, placating coos are just audible and eventually Ramita settles for clutching his shoulder while prodding his face with her antennae.
"I already ate."
Durgan is not at all comfortable among the druid's menagerie. Their presence feels like a threat.
"Look at the army I can command." Good for you, druid. Go to Hell. I will not bow and scrape before you no matter your power.
Rather than walking into the midst of the bears and the elk, he will go over and sit on the ground by the horses and read The Order of Numbers.
Illthir sits down somewhere not too close to any of the larger animals. The small ones were fine though. And the horses of course. She takes a swing of her waterskin to wet her throat and then sighs *very* loudly. With a small ooops her voice returns to a normal level. "Not quite. It's ... complicated. And now our fairy friends seems to be missing as well. No offense to you, but tonight have been a lousy night so far."