Mikka's next shot goes substantially wide of her target, as she draws another arrow.
Cyanne nods at Gillig, grateful for the chance to rest.
"Kakao, I believe that was a 'Barkclaw.' My father met up with one in his youth and barely survived. The huntsman he was apprenticed to did not." Cyanne shudders, then turns her blue eyes back to her two companions. "Barkclaws have a thick shell, and four claws with really odd three part pincers. If they grab you... Well let's just say that it is best to not let the અશુદ્ધ* things anywhere near you.
"They'll attack and eat anything. And they have eyes and antennae that let them see and hear really well. We were lucky that you spotted it first!" She smiles at the little gnome, and then continues.
"Dad still bears the scars from where the thing ripped him open. Though... oddly enough, he was grateful to it for one thing. The encounter forced him to apprentice to a miller rather than stay a hunter. That miller was my grandfather. Grandpa took Dad in, taught him the trade, and gave Dad his blessing when he started courting Ma."
Although Gillig says it's safe, Cyanne still looks around just to make sure.
"So, Gillig. You said Levoca was near. How much further will we be traveling tonight?"
Kakao appears to be somewhat distracted by something in the trees. Upon hearing Cyanne's description of the Barkclaw, he focuses on her and asks "However did your father survive that? It doesn't sound like the creature has any weaknesses."
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"So, Gillig. You said Levoca was near. How much further will we be traveling tonight?"
Kakao pipes in "Yes, I'm looking forward to seeing your village!"
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Cyanne pauses and says, "He was lucky. There's a druid enclave near Fairhill and they came upon him and the Barkclaw. They blasted it with lightning, then healed him and brought him home to Fairhill."
She smiles.
"When they came into town for supplies, Dad always gave them a couple of free flour bags, and served them personally."
At Kakao's statement about looking forward to seeing Levoca, Cyanne chimes in, "So am I! It will be good to see people, and a town again."
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Chillstrike? Are you Alright? Montepierre hollers out.
Montepierre stabs his spear into the spider, and hard. His spear sticks in the ground, though. Somehow the spider must have anticipated the strike! The form of the thing dissolves as a hundred spiders stream along the shaft of the weapon, crawling onto the cleric.
For his part, Mak fires an arrow wide. The spiders get a solid bash from Montepierre's shield in the process, but now they're inside his armor. He has a look of pain on his face and he yelps in pain as the spear fall from his hands.
So, where does that leave us?
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Now montepierre has all the spiders in his armor. The giant spider however, has dissipated.
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Caramir's eyes go wide again, as Montpierre's armor gets filled with spiders.
Without hesitation, he moves forward, pouring the water from his waterskin fully into the armor, trying to wash out the spiders with the liquid - "Damned, insidious creatures" - he blurts out.
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Caramir's eyes go wide again, as Montpierre's armor gets filled with spiders.
Without hesitation, he moves forward, pouring the water from his waterskin fully into the armor, trying to wash out the spiders with the liquid - "Damned, insidious creatures" - he blurts out.
Okrin closes distance on what ever is left of the spiders to make sure nothing of the poisonous creatures are left.
In his excitement to swat away any bugs he drops his quarterstaff.. again.
I'm not feeling too well, damn bugs to the hells!
Karl quickly casts a spell to hold in his staff (ray of frost) and looks around. Is there a convenient pond nearby?
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Funny thing, you actually havent seen ANY natural water since you last crossed the creek east of Levoca looking for wolves.
You can't get the water in properly, Caramir. Montepierre won't hold still. He's flailing at his armor, desperately trying to unbuckle it and get it off.
He manages to get half of it off, and many of the spiders fall of and cover his face as pulls tunic and mail over his head.
Mak tries to tackle montepierre so that he will hold still.
Monte goes down. Caramir will be well able to pour the rest of his water on him next.
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Nearby, a pair of children stand next to their mother at the door. They look on curiously at you, but she holds them back protectively. Gillig seems not to notice as he leads you to Kaerl's place, one of the larger houses with a huge wood shed next to it. As you approach, you see a stout pair of farmers speaking with two short men wearing black.
The two humans wearing black are equiped with a couple dozen weapons and daggers each by the look of them. One is carrying a backpack that looks to be about twice his size on his back.
Upon seeing the settlement, Kakao puts away his club. He then spends a few moments straightening his clothing and making sure that his holy symbol is clearly visible hanging at his chest.
As he passes the mother with her children, he smiles and waves as he calls out a greeting "Good day, ma'am!"
He follows Gillig to where all the men are talking and waits for an introduction.
"Hold him still guys!" - he shouts at the others.
Morti swats at spiders on Montpierre's exposed skin. "P'raps you could crush 'em by rolling around a bit?"
Although the town is not what Cyanne was hoping for, she does look around and tries to be upbeat and friendly.
Stop jumping at shadows. Kakao told you that you need to be friendlier. You can't distrust everyone.
She smiles at the mother with the children, and then nods to the men in black. She says, "Gillig, will you introduce us to your friends?"
If Gillig doesn't know them, she says, "Greetings, I am Cyanne Miller and this is my friend, Kakao Mit Schlag. We're new to Levoca as well. What brings you here?"
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One spider appears to be different from the others, it is bright and as red as a sparkling rubies. The creature tries to escape, fleeing northwest from where Morti is stomping around Montepierre.
It skitters frantically over leaves and twigs. Then, the Dwarf's foot comes down Hard on it. crunch.
The others are easy to mop up, and Mak gets Montepierre back on his feet. The fellow is clearly quite shaken after the ordeal. His makes brief eye contact with Karl. nugh
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Cyanne looks at Gillig, and raises her eyebrows. "That's your introduction, Gillig? Really?"
She shakes her head and turns to the other men.
"Yes, we healed Gillig when he fell out of a tree." Cyanne says with a smile. "I'm Cyanne Miller from Fairhill and this is my friend, Kakao Mit Schlag from Endhome. We're new to Levoca. Gillig suggested that we could rest here, maybe get a meal?"
"After the woods, I'm looking forward to meeting people."
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Smiling at the men, he spreads his hands in a welcoming manner and states "I'm a travelling priest of Bacchus, just recently having visited a vineyard north of here. I have heard that there are problems in these woods, but am unclear on the details."
Everyone here looks so serious and scared. That just will not do.
Looking towards the farmers, he states "If given a chance, I'm certain the people here would find I can lighten their burdens."
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"Never seen a spider quite that color before -- think 'e was holding this group together?" muses Morti, scraping the remains of the thing off his bootsole and looking to Mikka inquisitively.
Then to the Baron, "How're ya feelin', my friend? Should we carry on, or do we need to get you back to civilization? ...such as it were."
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"If only it was a better time, we could be proper hosts to you. We are doubly in mourning, and not fit for any meeting. We've been offered help by a group of adventurers. It seems these men are hoping to find them." Kaerl says.
Aldan adds, "There is something ... it came to us last night and took our uncle's head. Also, we've been plagued by a madness in our animals that came over them suddenly. We know not how or from where. We would happily greet the aid of the divines in this."
From behind the scarf that covers his mouth, one of the men wearing black holds open a scroll. His muffled voice says, "We are looking for these persons. It is urgent." The images on the scroll flicker and shift, revealing the images of a stern elf with frosty hair and a human man with hair of straw and noble features, The elf carries a bow, and the human has an ale grasped firmly in his hand.
Each of the black-clad men wears a gold token by means of insignia. It clinches their cloaks. The insignias look like coins at first glance.
"We did not see them to the south-west." Gilig offers.
Aldan speaks, "They went with Mother Molvor this morning. See, they would not have seen them. It is all as I told you."
Looking curiously at the spider remains.
Is this a natural creature?
"If only it was a better time, we could be proper hosts to you. We are doubly in mourning, and not fit for any meeting."
At the villager's news, Cyanne looks at the two children. They're thin. This entire village... it's short on food.
"Then my companion and I will not be a burden to you. In fact, may I offer some help? I have fresh mushrooms in my bag, and..."
She hesitates a moment. Cyanne, what would your father do if there were young ones hungry and he could help?
She swallows, and says, shaking, "...a bag of oats, three quarters full. Could I offer them to supplement your meal?"
She reaches in her pack, and once again the items in her pack shift away from her grasp. Mindful of the audience, she says to Kakao, "The food must have slipped to the bottom of the pack. Could you find them for me, Kakao?"
"We are looking for these persons. It is urgent."
Upon seeing the image of the stern elf's face, Cyanne goes utterly still.
He was HERE. In fact, he just left! And the villagers say that he had pledged to help them. THIS is the face Kel showed me in my dreams and bade me to find!
Carefully keeping her raging emotions out of her face, she says, casually, "This elf has an interesting face, but I've never met him, or the other one. May I ask why you are seeking them?"
She reaches in her pack, and once again the items in her pack shift away from her grasp. Mindful of the audience, she says to Kakao, "The food must have slipped to the bottom of the pack. Could you find them for me, Kakao?"
What is it with this woman? Does she think I'm her servant or something? I'll have to speak to her about this later, don't want to make a fuss in front of strangers.
Kakao accepts the backpack and starts digging through it and his own for some supplies to offer the farmers.
Aldan adds, "There is something ... it came to us last night and took our uncle's head. Also, we've been plagued by a madness in our animals that came over them suddenly. We know not how or from where. We would happily greet the aid of the divines in this."
"Please tell me more of this madness." Kakao says. As he listens to the farmers, he asks for more details such as what sort of animals have been affected, how it has affected them, and if there are areas of the wood that still seem normal.
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After Cyanne is done looking at them, Kakao examines the images. "Though the human looks like someone who may visit a shrine of Bacchus, I do not recognize him."
While examining the illustrations, Kakao also tries to get a better look at the two men's insignia.
Mikka studies the crushed remains of the spider.
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The baron says to Morti, "I'll be fine, haha. I'm fine."
Kakao notices that the coins are carved with a kind of symbol, but without any closer inspection, he cannot make out more than a monstrous-looking face on the "coins".
"There is no spider like this in nature, arcane magic must be at play here." Mikka says after studying the arachnid.
Kakao looks at the two heavily armed men and says "If we are to be friends and travel together, at least share your names with us."
"Never seen a spider quite that color before -- think 'e was holding this group together?" muses Morti, scraping the remains of the thing off his bootsole and looking to Mikka inquisitively.
"It does seem so Morti - these woods are definitely perverted by some yet unseen force. This is just another evidence" - the elf answers his companions, taking a further look at the spider.
The baron says to Morti, "I'll be fine, haha. I'm fine"
"Good" - he retorts - "You scared me there for a moment Baron" - then turns to Karl - "What about you my friend?"
Cyanne eyes the two heavily armed men in black.
Unfortunately, the scarves covering their faces make them hard to read. Cyanne feels her old wariness return.
Are they untrustworthy? Without a doubt. They won't give their names, and when finding a village in need, they don't help. Not to mention that they are hunting for the adventurers that were helping out the villagers -- and they won't tell you why...
She smiles at the two men, and says, "Like Kakao, I would like names that we may call you. I also must have the names of the men you seek, if you know them. That's non-negotiable. I'll give you two a chance to talk it over, and decide if my terms are acceptable to you."
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She pulls Kakao out of earshot from the men and says softly, "The white-haired elf on the scroll has the same face as the man from my dreams."
She kneels down to talk to the gnome, carefully putting things back inside her pack.
"As Ma would say, 'It's the rare hunter that intends good towards his prey.' But these hunters of men are looking for the same man I am. If I travel with them, I can find my elf and protect him. With my lady's help, I'm hoping that I can take them both out when the time comes."
They both have eyes. Colorspray should work fine.
Then, in a normal voice, she says, "You haven't known me long, Kakao. I don't know whether you want to risk traveling by my side. I'm headstrong, and I have a terrible temper. But you were the one who told me that one ignores the messages of the Gods at their own peril. My goddess is calling to me, and I must answer."
"Will you... come with me?"
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She smiles at the two men, and says, "Like Kakao, I would like names that we may call you. I also must have the names of the men you seek, if you know them. That's non-negotiable. I'll give you two a chance to talk it over, and decide if my terms are acceptable to you."
Kakao waits expectantly for the names of the two men.
I wonder if they will give me their real names. If they mean me harm, I hope it is false names and they are not well practiced with them.
Once he has the two men's names, he is willing to be dragged away by Cyanne.
She pulls Kakao out of earshot from the men and says softly, "The white-haired elf on the scroll has the same face as the man from my dreams."
Kakao's eye brows go up slightly at this news. Prophetic dreams as well? This much attention from a god can be unhealthy...
She kneels down to talk to the gnome, carefully putting things back inside her pack.
"As Ma would say, 'It's the rare hunter that intends good towards his prey.' But these hunters of men are looking for the same man I am. If I travel with them, I can find my elf and protect him. With my lady's help, I'm hoping that I can take them both out when the time comes."
I hope the two men underestimate me as much as she does.
Then, in a normal voice, she says, "You haven't known me long, Kakao. I don't know whether you want to risk traveling by my side. I'm headstrong, and I have a terrible temper. But you were the one who told me that one ignores the messages of the Gods at their own peril. My goddess is calling to me, and I must answer."
"Will you... come with me?""
Chuckling softly, Kakao responds "It should prove interesting, but I thought it would be me requesting your company. If we are to travel light, would you mind carrying a few things for me?" as he gestures towards the pack on his mule. If she agrees, he adds a bedroll, a single days rations and a wineskin to her pack.
Once Cyanne's things are in order, Kakao fishes in his pocket and gets two silver pieces ready. A single silver is probably enough, but best have two ready in case.
He then approaches Alden and asks "Are there any in the village that may be willing to care for Plyto, my mule, for a short time? I would like to unburden her and leave the pack someplace safe from the weather." If Alden hesitates, Kakao opens his palm to show the two silver pieces.
Kakao goes over and grabs the mule's reins, then looks towards Cyanne and gestures her to follow. He leads the mule to the indicated location and then turns to Cyanne. With a big grin, he requests "This would go much faster if you could help me unload. The cask is rather heavy, so be careful with it."
She is always having me fetch things for her. Only fair I have her take care of the heaviest item for me.
"It should prove interesting, but I thought it would be me requesting your company. If we are to travel light, would you mind carrying a few things for me?" as he gestures towards the pack on his mule. If she agrees, he adds a bedroll, a single days rations and a wineskin to her pack.
"We're both of one mind, then. Thanks for joining me. You're good to talk to. I suspect that 'Doom' and 'Gloom' in the black clothing are not." She smiles. "I'll gladly help you lighten your load. Dad always said I was strong. It came from hefting 50 pound sacks of flour in the mill."
"This would go much faster if you could help me unload. The cask is rather heavy, so be careful with it."
Relieved that unloading did not mean retrieving anything from any bags or boxes, she nods, and hoists the heavy keg to wherever Kakao wants it to go. It did take her a couple tries to undo the straps, but her ghosts did not have as much room for making her life difficult with this.
After she puts the keg down, but before they return to the men in black, she says, "Kakao?"
She nervously picks up a handful of pebbles. Should I show him this?
You'll have to someday. The earlier you do it, the better. He should know.
"Thanks... for helping me with the pack. Earlier, I mean. I should explain... why."
She takes a deep breath. "A certain death goddess -- best not to name her aloud -- has cursed me with my own personal pack of ghosts. They mess with my stuff, trip me at inopportune times, scatter whatever I drop in all directions. She doesn't want My Lady to return, you see."
She sighs and says, "Best to just show you, then."
She drops the handful of pebbles, which shoot outwards ten feet in every direction. Some of them bounce off trees, and the walls of the stable.
"My curse isn't catching; it only affects me. But yeah, it's annoying."
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"She-bug may be right. There was something wrong about that thing." Makirut offers. He examines Montepierre He makes a sour face, but pats the human on the back.
Caramir knows enough about magical spiders to realize that the red spider probably was not controlling the thing. It seems to be different from the others, but there seems to be a piece of the puzzle still missing here.
"They must have liked me more than you, Karl. I think you are mostly unharmed. Would you say your grip was affected?"
The two men continue talking with the farmers for the moment. Kaerl seems a bit more nervous of the two villagers. You sort out your gear and come back to ask for lodging. The villagers seem reluctant. They glance over at the well-armed men, who say,
"We are not your friends, but would your best opponent tell you as much? If you want to meet these persons then you should come with us. You really shouldn't bother trying to deceive us. You especially" He fixes Cyanne with his green eyes. "It is plain from your face that You know more of this than you are letting on."
The other dark-clad fellow adds, looking Kakao in the face with icy cold eyes, "For names, we do not have any right to give you their names today. Perhaps you can ask them yourselves."
Back to the first man, "We will leave now. You should come with us if you are as curious as you seem." He points to the donkey behind Kakao and the cask of wine, "But those stay."
"Under the circumstances," he continues, turning to the villagers Aldan and Kaerl, "You will be rewarded for taking the best care you can of both, but the issue with the animal is understandable. As I said, the best care you can provide will see you with sixteen corners and many restful nights."
The two village men nod seemingly in acceptance.
"We are not your friends, but would your best opponent tell you as much? If you want to meet these persons then you should come with us. You really shouldn't bother trying to deceive us. You especially" He fixes Cyanne with his green eyes. "It is plain from your face that You know more of this than you are letting on."
Cyanne sighs. No point in denying it. "Ma always told me every emotion always shows on my face." She pauses. "Is that why you want to take me with you? Because you think I know something?"
She shrugs. "For what it's worth, I wasn't lying when I told you that I've never met these two. That's kind of why I wanted to know their names."
Cyanne does not explain herself further. Let them ask, or let them stew...
The other dark-clad fellow adds, looking Kakao in the face with icy cold eyes, "For names, we do not have any right to give you their names today. Perhaps you can ask them yourselves."
"Blame me, not Kakao. And I do plan on asking them myself." Since you two are so helpful and informative.
Then she pauses, as she parses the whole sentence. "What did you mean by no right to give me their names?"
By this point, Cyanne doesn't expect an answer from Doom and Gloom. But it amuses her to keep asking them.
"We will leave now. You should come with us if you are as curious as you seem."
"Thanks, we will. By all means, lead the way." Then, she grins as the bizarre humor of the whole situation catches up with her. "By the way... this whole collecting curious people and not answering their questions... How's it working out for you?"
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"We are not your friends, but would your best opponent tell you as much?"
Evidently he doesn't frequent our shrines. It is truly surprising what some people will say after a little alcohol.
Back to the first man, "We will leave now. You should come with us if you are as curious as you seem." He points to the mule behind Kakao and the cask of wine, "But those stay."
Kakao nods his acknowledgement.
"We will leave now. You should come with us if you are as curious as you seem."
"Thanks, we will. By all means, lead the way." Then, she grins as the bizarre humor of the whole situation catches up with her. "By the way... this whole collecting curious people and not answering their questions... How's it working out for you?"
Kakao pipes up "Works for me!" and chuckles, as if to some private joke. Patience provides answers. That plus it should be entertaining seeing how well they deal with Cyanne's temper.
He brings his mule over to Alden and hands him the reins. He pets the mule on the side, making sure it is calm, and shakes Alden's hand while saying "Please take good care of Plyto for me, and share the food we left among those in the village who need it most."
Then the small gnome takes his club out, settles it against his shoulder, and says "Lead on, Green eyes! This looks to be a most curious day!"
Evidence that we're on the right track, I hope--though I'd hope we find our mark without many more 'evidences'! If all've caught their breath, then, let's be off? the dwarf points a thumb deeper into the woods,and heads out after only a moment's pause.
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Montepierre and Mak get ready to follow Morti unless prompted otherwise.
You follow.
They walk off into the forest a ways before signalling a halt about a mile from the village. The man without the backpack motions for you both to stay absolutely silent. Then he pulls down his face scarf.
Beneath the scarf he reveals what must be evidence of either torture or the most hackjob shaving you have ever seen. At least a half dozen scars surround his mouth. They look like they were caused by blades. He reemphasizes the importance of "quiet, please" mouthing the words with a stern look on his face. His cold eyes seem to be trying to read if you can be trusted.
Meanwhile, the man with the backpack loosens the cord cinching the top closed. From within, something seems to slither up into the air and begins to uncoil itself.
Bright and shimmering, whatever it is, it has bright blues and vibrant reds traced upon its skin in a kind of intentioned pattern. You wait a moment, perplexed, and then it becomes apparent when you see tassles along the edges.
You both watch on as a flying carpet emerges from the man's backpack.
It then arrives at a careful hover three feet off the ground. The man with blue eyes steps onto the carpet, and seats himself at the one end, looking-forwards in a cross-legged position. His cohort motions for you to follow. "Quietly" he signals.
After the fight karl looks a little pale. The poison has had its effect.
Cyanne nods to let Doom and Gloom know that she understands their request for silence.
She manages to barely stay silent at both the signs of torture on these men's faces, and the unveiling of the magic carpet, but she stares at Kakao and mouths, Who are these guys?
She offers a hand to Kakao after she clambers up, and then grins.
If this thing does what I think it does... this will be a better view than any tower I've ever climbed!
She looks up to the sky. Thank you, sweet lady, for clearing my path. I'm in your hands now.
Beneath the scarf he reveals what must be evidence of either torture or the most hackjob shaving you have ever seen. At least a half dozen scars surround his mouth. They look like they were caused by blades. He reemphasizes the importance of "quiet, please" mouthing the words with a stern look on his face. His cold eyes seem to be trying to read if you can be trusted.
The small gnome nods in acknowledgement.
Meanwhile, the man with the backpack loosens the cord cinching the top closed. From within, something seems to slither up into the air and begins to uncoil itself.
Bright and shimmering, whatever it is, it has bright blues and vibrant reds traced upon its skin in a kind of intentioned pattern. You wait a moment, perplexed, and then it becomes apparent when you see tassles along the edges.
You both watch on as a flying carpet emerges from the man's backpack.
Kakao's eyes go wide in surprise as he sees the carpet emerge. If they wanted me to come along, all they would have had to do is tell me about this! He carefully approaches the carpet and and gently tugs on a corner, as if to check that it is really there.
It then arrives at a careful hover three feet off the ground. The man with blue eyes steps onto the carpet, and seats himself at the one end, looking-forwards in a cross-legged position. His cohort motions for you to follow. "Quietly" he signals.
Kakao accepts Cyanne's offered hand as he climbs up, then promptly crawls over to the other side and sits near the edge so he will have a good view as they travel. He is grinning ear to ear. I don't think anyone back home is going to believe this!
Mikka continues on with the others, occasionally looking over at Karl, clearly seeing the impact of the poison.
Looking toward Karl.
"I'm afraid there isn't much I can do for you. Do you think rest will help?"
Mikka studies Karl for a bit, trying to assess the damage.
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Okrin Caramir and Mikka believe they may have heard an odd bird call up above. Strange, as it has been quiet until now.
”Good, we can talk now.” The front man says, gruffly. He cracks his neck, and you can hear a series of popping noises ascend up his spine.
”Ready back here." the man at the back says.
Each of the two men reposition their scarves over their faces, masking their mouths. The man at the front produces a pair of goggles from his pocket and dons them over his blue eyes. As he does so, he says,
”Now, if we weren’t in a hurry, we might consider everything you were asking us. It seems you have a good soul. You poor dear. Margreve will rid you of that soon enough if you are not careful. Don’t stand up. STAY SEATED. Hang onto one another if you must, but please do not distract me.” He says in rapid-fire common. Then he looks back over his shoulder at the green-eyed man. ”What do you say? Three points to larboard?” The man shrugs.
”Aye.” The man at the back voices with a nod.
The word leaves his companion’s mouth, and the man with goggles-on quickly turns back to face forward.
The blasted thing steals away so fast, you feel the air ripped from your chests. For fear of passing out along the way, you find that you have to breath through your noses. The canopy blurs a hundred feet underneath as you shake and rattle along. The whole carpet is shaken with vibrations and you fear for your lives. The trees become a blurry green sea of leafy waves as the winds’ ways work to dry your eyes. It is almost as if you will be left behind the thing at any moment, left to follow the will of the earth and plummet, and yet, somehow, your bodies cling on. It is enough to challenge even Kakao’s hardy constitution, this.
Off to the left you can see a lone pillar of smoke through the trees as you snap past it. A few minutes later, you hear the man in the back call ”WHOA-A”
The carpet comes to a stop slowly. Much more carefully than it took off, in fact. As your eyes remoisturize, you can see that the man at the back, the one with green eyes from earlier, he is holding a round brown stone.
”They’re near. He says. Green-eyes takes a moment of frowning concentration.
Then he points to a tree below. ”There.”
The pilot at front removes his goggles, takes the canopy of green in at a glance, and then the carpet begins to descend.
The party is worried about their poisoned teammates. Many a sour face of concern is shared, when From Above comes the sound of voices as a bright blue and red patterned rectangle descends beneath the canopy carefully. Some of you ready weapons, squinting upwards, unsure of what to expect.
It appears to be a … carpet? Only when it descends lower do you mark the persons sitting upon it. A pair of heavily armed men in unseasonably warm clothing, a woman with brilliant blue hair blown-every-which-way, and a small gnome who looks like he is about to throw a party. He may just be terribly excited to still be alive!
At least one of the men at the front of the carpet seems to recognize your group.
”Oi Caramir, is that you mate?” he calls.
A flying carpet.
Even as a trusted scout, Caramir has probably never heard of the Devils' mercenary group ever using one, but now that you think of it, it explains a LOAD. Begins to make sense how Dennin is able to get the jump of his opponents so frequently and precisely! Heavens.
Cyanne turns to the Men in Black, exhilaration on her face, and a thrill coursing rapid fire through her blood. The fear that she had felt faded, replaced by a glorious rush. She takes a deep breath of sweet air, and lets out a small whoop. "That.... was wonderful! Thank you. I will remember this trip all my life."
She offers a hand to assist Kakao down, making sure the gnome is steady on his feet. "Are you alright, my friend?"
"Oi, Caramir, is that you mate?"
His name... is Caramir! Cyanne sounds the syllables in her head, pleased to finally have a name to put to the face she's seen in her dreams.
Cyanne feels foolish about her suspicions of the Men in Black after seeing them greet Caramir as a comrade. Perhaps I do not need to protect him after all, if he has allies like these.
She is still unsure of what they want, or why they brought her to her longed for meeting. Perhaps in the long run, this does not matter. Kel had brought Cyanne for a few glorious minutes into the realm of intoxicating sky, and helped her find her way here to this man. But now that the meeting has arrived, she suddenly feels shy. He has lived so many years, seen so much. Would he even want to talk to a small town miller's daughter?
What can I say to him? Hello, you don't know me, but I've been dreaming of your face for months? Come help me restore my goddess from the land of the dead to the land of the living?
When the elf turns to face her, she finally says simply, "શુભેચ્છા સંદેશ, મારું નામ બ્લ્યુ છે.'
And then Cyanne suddenly registers the hurt men laying behind Caramir. "Oh, there are people hurt! What can we do to help?"
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Morti glances around, somewhat nonplussed by the carpetful of new arrivals.
I...Hmmm. I...s'pose of all the odd things we've met out here, these are th' first to not attack us on sight, so tha's a positive sign. And they seem t' know Caramir?
The dwarf stands quietly, hammer resting on his shoulder, giving the foursome a once over to assess any apparent weapons or fighting abilities before looking to see how Caramir reacts.
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Grinning ear to ear, the small gnome waits until the carpet gets close to the ground before disembarking.
"Are you alright, my friend?"
Accepting the offered hand down, he says "I think I might have swallowed a bug during the ride, but other than that I'm great!" He steps to the side so as to not be between the two men on the carpet and the rest of the group. He then turns his head and spits into the bushes -- away from all the gathered people -- before turning back to look the crowd over.
The smiling gnome has a bushy red beard and somewhat wild red hair. He is wearing studded leather armor, a loose cassock, and has a clearly visible wooden holy symbol hanging from his neck of a stylized flagon. He is carrying a club that is rather large for him, given he is less than four foot tall. Other weapons clearly visible include a small sling and a small dagger.
Looking towards your group, he calls out "Greetings, friends! I'm Kakao, a traveling priest of Bacchus! Who are all of you?"