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At the tremor Algret reaches into the earth, her awareness spreading out, past Vik to encounter the creature. She looks to Shale, the fear remanating through their bond. "Stay her with the others, guard our backs. We will be safe enough." She enters the room warily, following the supernatural senses. Spellcraft
Perception Stunned by Shale's action Algret's attention is largely diverted as she looks at te little doll, that glances up at her resolutely. She crouches own to one knee. "Did you just do that to peotect us?" She reaches out with her mind, seeking the empathic connection for Shales emotions and motivations. As she rises, her vision passes across the storage space. As she looks more closely, the intricacy of the divine energy in place implies a different way of thinking about purification spells, only requiring one to ask the right question of their Deity. Spellcraft "This spell is amazing. I'll have to study it once we're done."
Perception
Sense Motive(with -2) Algret's dwarven eyes take in every detail of th cave, as she watches Symington study the broken obelisk.
Algret tilts her head to the side as Symington speaks to Pietro, staring at him as if seeing past the dandy for the first time.
Algret nod at the decision to split the group and goes over to where Milhar prepares. Milhar
Spoiler: "Hmm.. that would definitely help Bo-dan, but do you think you are capable? I am only just learning what Shale is capable of, her magic is strong and...powerful."
Algret listens to the captain quietly, saddened by the old orc's death. Her eyes show the weight of the hard decisions made in recent days, and for a moment she seems very young and very tired. "I am conviced there is more to this island than we know. The hought of leaving the eople in the village to fend for them selves rends my heart, yet if what the shaman said is true, while we go there looking for survivors, what breaks free in the forest may threaten all we have brought to safty here. I say we handle the biggest threat first, the supplies will still be there after. The village survivors,....we can only pray that they can hold out if there are any."
"So your spirit wound did this? I'm beginning to think this island is connected to some powerful energies." She focuses, whispering to Torag as she calls fort a double wave of healing.
"Killing for pleasure or selfishness, that was Rafiki's way. Killing to survive, killing to protect.. that is the path of a warrior. That vine would have killed us all given the chance, those orks stood against their own people and supported one who did wrong, and the dinosoaurs...." She looks over at Kahir and Sabha, "I would rather kill a creature for meat as is the natural order of things, than hear children's cries of hunger. This act feedsall the people we protect. By appointing ourselves as guardians, we, and the Captain wether he likes it or not, have their best interestand survival as our task now. Save a life, become responsible for it." Her gaze drifts over to the children again as a smile passes across her face.
Algret will respect the halflimg's wishes and refrain from taking part in the slaughter. Seeing Milhar looking peaked she approaches him. "You look the worse for wear,or is it the butchering that disagrees with you?"
Making sure the children are well clear of the activity, Algret approaches, shaking her head in wonder as she whispers a swift prayer to Torag for insight. She watches the movement of the herd attempting to anticipate them and see where her help will be needed most. Sense Motive
Definitely, it's one of the few games where it's as much fun being actave and inactive due to the quality of the story.
As soon as the men lowered Vik into his bed Algret set to work scrubbing him down with the salt water. She had one of the men build a fire and set rocks within the blaze to gather heat, removing them and allowing them to cool enough to not cause harm, she packed them around the big Ulfen, wrapping him in blankets. Heal
As Vik fell Algret watched, frozen in horror. The children, sensing her emotional change, followed her eyes to the collapsed warrior. Kahir ran along with her as she carried little Sabha to Vik's side looking for a sign of what was wrong with him. Heal:
Will save: "It's alright little one." Algret whispers as she strokes Sabha's hair. She tries not to let the confusion and worry into her voice.
Genuine laughter bubbles up from the depths of Algret's soul as she recieves the assault of affection. Dropping her shield she welcomes Kahir's hug as she catches up little Sabha in her other arm. Wrinkling her nose as she ruffles the boy's hair she chuckles, "You stink my little warrior. Have you been opening oysters? We have to make sure you have a bath tonight. Vik would tell you it is easier to stalk when your prey cannot smell you coming." She holds Sabha tight, reveling in the sensation as the little girl throws her arms around her neck. "Did you miss me little one? We have returned just like I promised. Shale and I missed you too. What have you been up to?" As an experiment she connects to the dall in her pack, allowing the warmth of emotion from the children to flood through the link. As she hears Vik's growl she glances over, unsurprised at his reaction to crowds or the parting sea of poeple that follows. The girl's actions however are a complete surprise. Algret's grin grows wider at Vik's dumbstruck expression. It appeared that the Orks were not the only ones that appreciated the Bold warrior.
As the group made their way toward the camp, Algret found herself walking with a lighter step. The weight of the day's events still pressed on her soul but the closer she got to their temporary home, the easier the burden became to bear. Her thoughts went to the children. 'Had Kefir gotten himself into trouble? Would Sabha keep making progress or retreat into her shell without her?' Only a day away and she already missed them. Never in her wildest dreams had she considered that her life would come to this. At least not at this age. She couldn't help but smile. Her reverie was broken as they broke through the foliage onto the beach, and instantly her eyes began combing the area for signs of the little ones.
"I agree Milhar. These Items are better off destroyed so their filthy magics con't be reused." She approaches the effigies and touches them each in a few places. At each touch the effigy breaks, rendering it unusable. "He says we should leave the bodies here."
Algret looks on at the proceedings with a heavy heart, but she understands both the gravity and deep spiritual power of the moment, and encourages the others not to interfere. Still it upsets her to see the Shaman wounded so, both in body and spirit. She whispers a prayer to Torag on his behalf, the blessing of the old warrior, armor dented, weapons slkightly dulled, but still fierce of heart, still brave, and deeply worthy of respect. She notes the warrior's attitudes toward herself and the other women with some amusement, and is glad to see their treatment of Milhar and especially Vik. The man with his strange "source" was a bit of a mystery, but a valuable one to have at your back, and Vik...well Vik was Vik, loyal, noble and posessed of the strongest fighting spirit she had ever seen. Too often was the big Ulfen's fierceness in battle greeted with fear and mistrust. It was good to see him around those who understood the measure of a warrior.
Standing near Vik Algret calls upon a wave of healing energy.
Staggering from the blows, Algret takes a step back and calls out to Torag for strength. 1d8+2=8
Algret's eyes seethe with anger." You would turn on your own? Sacrifice childen for power?? You are worse than this abomination!!" A shout of fury erupts from her as she charges, hammer raised high. Shale continues to untie the children.
Algret's shock turns to anger as her hand whips forward releasing a dart of searing acid. She quickly opens the flap on her backpack and projects a mental summons 'Shale' she thinks, the name coming to her from the depths of her subconscious, 'I need you to untie the children while we fight'
Algret gives Vik a worried look, surprised that he would succumb as easily as Milhar. She passes him a waterskin, deep in thought. The two of them would bear watching over the next few days.
Algret takes the findings from Milhar as he doubles over, patting him supportively on the shoulder. Her eyes still attuned to magic she looks for the trail after stowing the items.
Algret rushes forward to the young monk's side calling forth healing energy once again, ensuring that Vik is also within range
As the group begins to move, Algret's dwarven sense of direction gives her a good indication of their location. "It bears this way Vik."
Algret makes her way through the jungle, wincing at the obvious noise her armor makes. As she notices the orcs superstitions actions she cans the areaPerception, darkvision (1d20+5=25) seeing the dilapidated structure nd the other, more solid structure deeper within. Seeing that the half elven couple have also noticed she grins quietly at their whispering and giggling, a good sign in such terse circumstances. The village is silent to her,Perception, sound (1d20+3=6),puzzling after the rain. The oddity of it all quite distracting to the young priestess.Perception, darkvision (1d20+7=17) After her time with the children, she expected to see orc children playing in the rainSense motive (1d20+4=22), and is deeply disturbed that this is not the case. The ominous silence unnerves her slightly, and she unhooks her hammer from her belt. She briefly whispers a supplication to Torag, asking him to open her eyes and mind in preparation for the task at hand.
"Aye, we will handle the destruction of the creature.You have a village to protect, it would be better if you did it without outsiders."
"We seek only to provide for those under our protection. We are not your enemies"
Taking a moment, she marvels at the doll's feeling of joy, a quick mental smile at the wondrous creature. She drops her voice, low enough that only her allies can hear. "There are two more of them, hidden further back. One of them shares a strong connection with the earth, a druid perhaps. We need to be careful"
Lost in thought over the wonders of the doll, Algret is drawn from her reverie by Vik's halted sentence. 'It's never good when he stops like that.' she thinks. As the young monk slowly turns, Algret follows with her eyes, surprised at the sudden appearance of the large humanoids. Thier stealth was indeed impressive. 'Let's see if they have any other friends out here,' she thinks focusing her mind and calling to the earth around her.
She keeps her hands away from her weapons, a calm expression on her face.
Algret is quiet, her focus on keeping the pace and keeping her eyes open. From time to time she reaches out mentally to the doll in the pack on her back.
"I can spot along with another. While it is not my strength, the dark of the jungle hides little from my eyes."
Algret approaches Bia Ma in the midst of a group of Tien women. "Bia Ma, the little ones have become quite close to me as am I to them. But I am also a warrior, and they will need me in the jungle. You are a ceretaker, like me, would you look after them while I'm gone? Sabah is slowly coming out of her shell and Kahir is a brave little soul. He will bear watching."
"I think moving it will mark us as the enemy. This is their home and we must show respect."
"That is...impressive." Algret looks to the doll, reaching out her mind to connect to her mystical companion, seeking an understanding of how the doll achieved such a feat.
Algret looks at the darling little girl playing with the doll and her heart lightens. Taking in the magnificent sand sculpture, she admires the mastery of the work. "Who made this little one? It is beautiful!" Her eyes pass over the group at the water searching for a sign of Kahir.
Algret uses a day's worth of chanelling on Vik
"Aye, if it is a web then let us not be flies to their spider"
Algret considers the Captain's words ans well as his new found attitude. She closes her eyes for a moment, and when she speaks it is with the tone of one recieving Wisdom from a far more knowledgable source. "I would say that there are only two ways to deal with one who endangers the others. The first is obvious. He chose his path, and should be struck down, that his soul can be reforged into something...better. The other option is to cast him out. Set him adrift with a few days food and let fate punish him as it sees fit. I doubt Gozreh would be any more merciful than Torag on the issue of betraying one's allies."
Algret sat by the fire, Sabah curled up in her lap and looked Kahir in the eyes. The young boy had already seen so much violence at his age, suffered so much loss. ‘His eyes are older than they should be’ she thought sadly. “I can't promise that little one, “she said as she ran a hand through his thick mop of hair, “everyone must die one day.” “But what I can promise you is that I have no intention of leaving you. I’m going to live for a very long time, and I’m going to see you two grow up strong, and wise. I promise to be careful not to let anything jump out and eat me up or anything.”, as she says the words she tweaks his nose, smiling warmly and lightening the mood. ‘No child this age should have to be so serious.’ “But you need to promise me something kær, what you did today was very brave. But it was very dangerous. If he’d used his weapon instead of his fist you might have left little Sabah without her brother,” she reaches down and stroked the little girl’s hair. “If you need to protect your sister, you do whatever you have to, but DO NOT face anyone with a weapon for any other reason. You don’t have to protect me, that’s what Vik and the others are for. I don’t want to see you putting yourself in danger again. Promise?” She spends the next half hour teaching him a Dwarven rune game in the sand, vehemently denying his claims that she is letting him win, until tiredness overcomes the boy. Picking up the little bundle in her lap she puts them both to bed in her own bedroll, prepared to make do with a makeshift sleeping mat. As the children sleep she thinks about the day, their situation, and the sheer insanity that has befallen them all. The monk, Bo-Dan seemed to understand the necessity of violent action in battle but her lover, Paera……the girl seemed to lose it every time someone got killed. Death was never welcome or pleasant, and Algret didn’t relish killing. Despite what she’d said she killing that man today hadn’t made her happy, it was simply a necessity. Weary of spirit she closed her eyes, sinking her fingers into the earth. She let her thoughts and prayers meet with the earth beneath her, sending her words to Torag. Time lost meaning and for what could have been anywhere from an hour to a year she communed with her God. In a rush she felt his touch, easing her worry, strengthening her resolve and… giving her something more. She felt…greater. As if a part of her had grown. Light of heart she removed her armor and weapons, looking for Vik before she settled in. He stalked over towards them, smiling as he saw the children, calling her "den mother." She lokked up at him. As well as he hid it she saw the sadness that flickered across his face and touched his heart. 'If only your soul were as tough as your hide',she thought. She sat with him quietly for a while, neither speaking, glad for the rare moment of peacefulness. She remembered what she wanted to tell him before the attack. "Earlier today, before the battle, we were being watched. Humans I think, grey skin, dressed primitavely. I saw them, but what is even strange is that little Sabah saw them before I did. She saw what none of us did."
Nodding Algret approaches the one handed man and draws out her healer's kit. bandaging the man while applying unguents to stem the blood flow. Heal 1d20+7=26
Algret watches the bolt strike and turns to Kahir reaching down to help the child up from the ground. "Are you alright my little warrior?" she asks, a smile masking her worry. She looks over to Sabah, ensuring that the little girl is unharmed and calls her forth with open arms as she hars the thud behind her. Quickly turning she see's Vik's massive frame sprawled and bleeding on the sand, and for a moment her heart stops. She calls to Torag, urgently, frantically requesting his mighty healing power.
The power of her god flows through her, eyes and birthmark glowing with the called power that releases through the ground in a wave that ripples through the sand, washing over the big Ulfen, and closing the split in Kahir's lip. Picking up Sabah she approaches the barbarian, falling to one knee as she places a hand on his chest, his breathing steady, but heavy, a sign of the exhaustion she knew he experienced after the rage. In Dwarven/Ulfen: "Rest mighty one, Valhalla will not call you for a long time yet." She smiles at Kahir, warm and encouraging, it seems you two share a common spirit, and both my warriors have shed blood defending this beach today.
As the man drops Algret spins to face her otrhr attacker to be greeted with a bloody blade and the captain holding it. She locks eyse with him for a moment, grateful yet understanding, she sees the regret there, and somewhere deep down, she shares it. As he eyes shift pst him though he attenion is drawn to the battle still raging, Vik's fury causing him to over commit. Quickly flinging a hand forth she relaeses a dart of searing acid at Vik's asailant streaking past both Bo-Dan and Peara
The earth speaks to her. She feels the movement behind her, hears Kahir's cry, feels the movement of another racing towards the woman she faces. She must make a decision. The children are in danger. Whirling franticly, Algret drives her hammer into the man behind her as he looks down at Kahir sprawled in the sand. "Worthless bastard!!!You attack a child??I'M GOING TO ENJOY KILLING YOU!"
Acutely aware of the danger the children are in should she fall Algret face becomes cold, analytical, aware. With practiced technique she steps forward, her hammer swinging low to strike at the woman's knee. 1d20+2=20, 1d8+2=5 "Traitorous b+&++," she mutters, barely audible over the sound of cracking bone. She reaches out with her awareness, calling to the Earth asking its feeling to tell her of the children without having to look back. To tell her of her flanking attackers.
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