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Shanosuke
Perception
After the flight, the long march, and the hunting, Silent hits the ground and nearly immediately begins sleeping soundly... for a few hours.
Then he begins muttering, tossing, turning, and eventually has only fitful sleep as memories and nightmares keep at him.
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Nye swigs a last gulp of ale, stoppers his keg, and stuffs it back into the pack. He shrugs as Joe tries to encourage him remembering that of all the watch Joe was the only one who wouldn't kick him awake. Then they are running....
Nye isn't sure why he followed the other survivors into the jungles, perhaps he just wanted more time alive to drink ale but now he is cursing the choice. Legs burning and mouth a rough as bark he often wants to sit down and take a swing, but the others won't let him. He keeps pressing on until the enter the fog. The eeriness comforts him, the darkness and the stillness relieve some of the tension in his heart with out a keg to get him there.
When the group stops he immediately digs out his ale and takes a drink. The others start hunting, foraging, and trap making but Nye is useless in the wilds. He finds a spot under a tree and dozes off, letting the much needed rest re-energize his legs. As he sleeps his brain goes through the ritual of cleansing and preparing the arcane recesses of his mind. The arcane training is so ingrained not amount of liquor has been able to erase the years of magical training.
In the morning he awakes, rested and feeling different. He pulls some jerky from the rations in his pack and munches on it as he digs out his spellbook and starts reviewing a mystical formula, and act he hasn't performed in months. Grabbing the keg of ale, he washes down the dried meat with his first drink of the day, usually the first act of his morning.
Tam passes the evening in the tree, the Beast gone once his watch is done. Come morning, he carefully climbs down the tree, moving stiffly to avoid hurting himself.
At this point you all are beginning to stir. You will notice Aldo and Vivaji all paying attention to something in the brush. Though your not sure what it is.
The halfling keeps his crossbow trained on Aldo. Vivaji shows up and the halfling is now pointing the crossbow back and forth. "I am Levi, and I am not hurt. But I wont go down either. I am going to get out of this jungle and I'm gonna do it alive!" Levi looks over his crossbow at you. "So are you friend or foe?"
Jivaji relaxes his stance and removes the arrow from the bowstring. "We are not here to hurt anyone except those who try to hurt us. I am Jivaji, and this is Aldo. We, along with a handful of others, escaped into the jungle from murderous pursuit."
Jivaji eyes the halfling closely for a moment.
"You seem to be in dire straights friend. What are you running from?"
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Levi relaxes." I was running from the various natural and unnatural monsters of this death trap. Trying to find a way out. We are trapped in this place by that fog." Levi sighs and makes his way into the camp. I assume its safe with you guys. I've been running for.my life for most of the night. I'm tired Levi will make his way to camp and take a seat.
Those of you still in camp are waking up and you will notice a tired looking halfling enter the camp and plop down. With a massive sigh of relief, the balding will pull out a waterskin and rations and begin to enjoy a meal.
"Hey fella, where the heck did you come from? You running from that Mormont varmit too? Cause that's what we're doing. At least until we can mount up a plan to where we can kill 'im. Names Joe MacGillicuddy. You can call me Joe. Or Mac. It don't make none to me. Now as long as you ain't for Mormont, you can stay on here with us. Will help ya!" He nods in greeting.
Jivaji shakes his head in disbelief.
"My, but you are trusting... But I suppose in the jungle, the animals do not invite you in for a meal before devouring you."
Following Levi back to the camp, "Of course you may help yourself. The jungle here seems abundant in food." Jivaji demonstrates this by unwrapping the cooked meat of a small mammalian, stuffed in a leaf the size of a dinner platter. Setting the leaf down near the fire to warm for the halfling, Jivaji turns to those beginning to waken.
"Friends, meet Levi. He has apparently been out here surviving on his own?"
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"Levi, what is this fog? How does it trap us? Please forgive my ignorance, as this is my first daybreak in this jungles."
"Yes, I would like to know more about this fog as well, for, in all of my time in the Jungles surrounding Darpuul, I have never seen fog such as this."
Once people begin to stir, and not entrenched in conversation, Jivaji begins collecting his unsprung traps.
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As you observe the halfling you will notice that his clothes are ragged from a long period of wandering in this jungle. The halfling himself looks. Haggard and worn as if he had gone several nights without sleep.
"I know of Mormon. He's the reason I'm stuck in this jungle. That was twenty years ago. This fog, it surrounds a very large portion of the jungle. If you try a pass through it, you only come back the way you attempted to leave. In those twenty years, I have struggled to stay alive. It hasn't been easy"
Once people begin to stir, and not entrenched in conversation, Jivaji begins collecting his unsprung traps.
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Nye listens as the halfling tells his story worried about the unnatural fog, "Great we'll never find a tavern in this mess." Taking a swig from his keg he lets his eye shift to the spectrum of the arcane and studies the surrounding mist with a mystical eye.
"You've been here 20 years? How have you survived? They say this jungle is haunted!"
Levi looks to Tam. "Haunted? I wouldn't say that. Curse is more like it. This isn't some rumor. There are undead everywhere. Just wandering the jungle. Even the animals are suffering from the cures. Zombie dinos." Levi shivers. "I hate those things." Levi looks around. "Surviving wasn't easy. There are a few wild settlements and one "civilized" settlement in which I have had the ability to rest in safety. Otherwise, I've been wandering without sleep for a good week now trying to find out the secret to this fog." He shakes his head."None yet."
"Zombie dinos? Dang. That sure don't sound none too good." Joe ponders the thought of such things. "These settlements you're talkin' about, you don't think Mormont has destroyed all them do you?"
Aldo hovered at the edge of the group, his eyes sharply watching the perimeter of the camp, lest this was some sort of ploy. The halfling sounded mad. Zombie dinos? I certainly hope he's mad Aldo's heart skipped a beat.
Nye takes a drink of ale, "I said the jungle was death. We should have gone for the ship, we'd be half-way across the sea by now."
Silent stands and stretches, his muscles lethargic after a night of sleep following their long run the day before. Hearing the new voice and seeing the people grouping up, he wanders over, listening to their conversation.
His golden eyes weigh the little man, trying to ascertain his threat level to the group's survival. He quests through his emotions about the new-comer, nudging that part of his mind hidden so far at the back that often has answers or warnings for no apparent reason.
Your premonition tell you this halfling is about to die of his wounds. Of which are not visible. Also. I will be sure and wake you if you have a dream.
Eltumal turns at a touch on his arm, and sees Silent standing there watching the halfling warily but with concern.
Eltumal turns at a touch on his arm, and sees Silent standing there watching the halfling warily but with concern.
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Eltumal turns at a touch on his arm, and sees Silent standing there watching the halfling warily but with concern.
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To the group, not letting the halfling hear,"Does anyone have any medical expertise,? Our short friend here is going to die unless something can be done soon. Silent doesn't know what's wrong with him, but he knows that something is definitely wrong. Does anyone know anything about internal injuries or diseases?"
Aldo feels sweat gather at his brow and he quickly wipes it away. The jungle was a poor hostess, he thought. And now this halfling was dying right in the camp. A chill, or perhaps a bead of perspiration ran down his spine as his mind wondered back to Darpuul, and to how everything he had known was gone. He winced as he questioned his actions now. Soon there would be a dead thing here and the survivors will move on to set up camp somewhere else, just like Darpuul. Despite the jungle heat, Aldo shivered.
To the group, not letting the halfling hear,"Does anyone have any medical expertise,? Our short friend here is going to die unless something can be done soon. Silent doesn't know what's wrong with him, but he knows that something is definitely wrong. Does anyone know anything about internal injuries or diseases?"
"Die?! Well I can't say I know much about diseases or whatnot, but I got some o' them bottles that help ya when you're hurt. You think that might help?" Joe responds in a marginally loud whisper.
Levi has a glazed look in his eyes. He keeps swaying back and forth. He only mutters incoherently as he tries to continue eating, his eyes only half open. He seems to be complaining about something but he is mumbling so much you can hardly make it out.
Jivaji returns from collecting his traps and hears all the fuss. He also notices the Halfling swaying like a pine tree. "Hm. He looks awful to be sure. Gylwinth, how can you be sure of a disease? Perhaps the magic potion would help, though I can see no visible wounds on him."
Depsite the apparently open-minded gesture, Jivaji still doesn't get terribly close.
"Joe... Maybe you could toss him a potion."
"Well alright. But I reckon Gylwinth might be right." He digs in his pack for one of his potions. Feeling sorry for the little guy, he moves towards him. As he gets within 10' of him, "Hey little buddy. You don't look so good. Can you tell us how you're feelin'? Maybe that might help us be able to fix you up. Well not me, I don't know much about fixin' up hurts, but one of the others might be able too. Why don't you take a swig of this and see if it might help." He says as he offers it to him. But before Levi has a chance to respond, Joe turns his head back to the others, "You fellas sure I can't go up there and just give it to him? I sure don't feel right just throwin' it at 'im."
Tam gets up and slowly backs away from the newcomer to join the others staring at him.
"Joe, I don't feel good about it either. I no more wish to treat a man like this than you do. Unfortunately, if we contract this illness there will be no one here to take care of us, and we are a long way from home.
On the other hand, I won't let him die if I don't have to. If he's incapable of understanding the situation or drinking it himself, I would also volunteer to pour it down his throat. I just hope it doesn't come to that."
Jivaji sees the halfling start to swoon as his eyes droop further.
Quickly, he adds "It appears we have little time to act though, if my guess is any good."
Between the two of you observing Levi, you deduce that he is suffering from poison. It is obviously a lethal poison, but as long as no physical contact is made, there is no danger of it spreading.
Levi is slowly becoming incoherent and unresponsive. He is unable to say anything.
Silent lets his subconscious mind dwell on the halfling's ailment, and its threats to his new-found group-mates in such close proximity.
"Yeah, I guess you're right." He responds. Then turning back to Levi, "Alright, little buddy, I still got this drink here for ya, if you want it. It's just I can't get to close to ya, cause we think there might be sumpin' more wrong with ya than we can fix." He looks at him with pity. Seeing how he doesn't seem to be responding, "Hey Jivaji, I don't think he's hearing me." He relays to the Tengu.
Jivaji opens his beak excitedly and begins to speak, but Gylwinth stole the words from his mouth.
Nodding along with Gylwinth, Jivaji adds "Yes yes, look at his skin, you see the pale marks under his eyes?"
Jivaji rushes forward and draws forth a small amount of chalk powder from his pack. He grabs a mug of water off of a flat rock near the halfling and hurridly sloshes the powder in.
"Drink friend, swallow it all. Maybe this will slow the poison."
Jivaji sits back, after a second he turns to the group. "Does anyone know of anything else? I know I saw some basic healing herbs as we were clearing the area. Silent! Do you remember where they were?"
The chalk powder was also an RP thing, I just thought it sounded cool to use the environment around us to approximate the activity of a heal check.
I'll make sure to mention when I'm doing that from now on. Usually that sort of discussion is easily conveyed at a table, but obviously takes a lot longer on the forums! Still getting used to it.
"Wait, how was he poisoned? He's been eating and drinking with us, right? Are we poisoned?!? AM I POISONED?!?" Tam starts to breathe shallowly and quickly, clearly panicking.
Your premonitions tell you there is no harm in touching him. Also, you are able to find herbs that may help.
Your rough administration of "medicine seems to be helping" You recognize the symptoms to a degree. It will take a knowledge nature check to know the exact origin of the poison. If you don't have it you can attempt to aid another using your heal check. IF you do have knowledge nature, you gain a +2 yourself.
You are able to get your alchemy ready for the herbs should silent find any. You will gain a -4 to make an antidote unless someone identifies the poison.
Your hyperventilating, you need a paper bag