Cinders shakes her head sadly. "A sad tale," she says. "But it seems he was only getting his just desserts."
She finds herself a seat at a table and grabs some food that she only picks at a little.
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I'm still around, too, and happy to continue if the game does!
Hiram scratches his head, "Miss Cinders...don't be knownin' if it makes no never-mind, but that 'warg' that I was attemptin' to rastle done yelled at me. That t'wernt no il-lusion. " "I wasn't calling the wargs illusions," Cinders replies. "I was referring to the dead man who called out to us, and wondering if the wargs have the ability to create the illusion that the dead man was still alive." She bends down by the body and looks at it contemplatively. "According to Eseldra, there was an illusion aura present in the vicinity."
"Perhaps the bigger question," Cinders says, "is if this man has been dead a month, then who called for help? The worgs? Are they known for such elaborate illusions and deceptions? Or are we being followed by the same illusionist who bothered us before?"
Cinders moves quickly to Karthas's side and puts a hand on him. "The light of the Dawnflower be with you."
Cinders moves to attack the remaining worg.
Cinders circles wide to get around the nearest worg, drawing her scimitar as she goes, and then attacks.
Cinders slows a bit and looks in the direction that Tyr nodded. She stays at the back of the group, watching for any signs of ambush or trap.
Cinders starts searching for any other entrances as well. "Blocking the cave entrance would be a good idea, if it's not too difficult."
Cinders turns her face away from the gruesome scene momentarily. "I don't like the look of this," she says. She draws her scimitar and keeps it ready.
Cinders agrees that checking out the cave is a good idea. "The wizard who created those illusions might be hiding in there. We don't want him sneaking up behind us."
Cinders draws her scimitar and swipes at the rat.
Cinders winces as the rats rush over her and starts to bat them away, but then stops, a look of realization coming over her face. She steps back calmly and sends a blast of fire at the big rat.
"The swarm isn't real!" she calls out.
Cinders pushes the biting rats off her and backs away from them. Then she lets loose another blast of flames.
Upon seeing what's coming, Cinders will cast burning hands into the cave opening.
Cinders moves to the cave opening the creature came from, drawing her scimitar as she moves. When she reaches the entrance, she casts light on her scimitar and peers inside.
Cinders nods towards the crag again. "Perched atop the crag," she says. "A raven, watching. Perhaps a familiar. Perhaps an animal messenger of some kind. Or perhaps just a normal bird that our paranoia is overreacting to."
"Careful," Cinders announces and nods towards the rocky crag. "It's possible we're being watched."
Cinders watches the prayer session quietly, but does not join in. She stifles a smirk at the mention of Hiram's shooting.
"I'm fine," Cinders says. "They were far less a threat than they seemed at first."
Cinders moves to join the remaining battle.
Seeing the one giant fall, Cinders changes directions and charges straight at the giant attacking Jamison.
"Hide behind the wagons," Cinders tells Ol' Nell and the two girls. "May Sarenrae light this dark hour." She moves forward, scimitar held out.
Cinders will cast shield of faith on herself, then draw her scimitar.
Cinders moves to calm the Hardesty girls. "There is nothing to worry about," she whispers to them. "It is merely Eseldra when she is angry."
Cinders wouldn't mind the oil of magic weapon. Could be useful. I also like the idea of dividing the treasure eight ways and using the eighth as a party fund.
"As long as she saves her rage for the enemy," Cinders says with a grin, "I suppose it is not much of a problem."
"Stealth and subterfuge have never been my strong points," Cinders says. "Life experiences have taught me to be blunt and upfront. However, that's gotten me into trouble a few times, too. I think Jamison has a good idea for getting us up close without suspicion."
Cinders nods in agreement. "Yes, a return to Oleg's is our best option at the moment."
Cinders moves and stands beside Karthas, her hand on her sword. She says nothing, but simply stares menacingly at the captives.
Still here, too.
Cinders lowers her blade at the driver's surrender and proceeds to tie him to his seat. She then helps to free the prisoners. When Eseldra calls out her intentions, Cinders responds, "No! The battle is over! Tie them up!"
Cinders hurries over to the wagon caught in the trees. She holds her sword out at the driver. "Surrender and repent, or die!
Cinders moves and attacks the wagon driver beside the one Karthas is attacking.
Cinders places her hands on either side of Jamison's head. "Let the burning light return to you," she says, and her hands glow fiery red. Some of Jamison's wounds close over.
Hearing Karthas call to her, Cinders steps over the dead bandit in front of her and heads directly over to him and Jamison. Unfortunately, she can't get there quickly enough to do anything yet.
Cinders steps over the unconscious bandit in front of her. She goes up to B3 and attacks with her scimitar.
Cinders is a bit unsure how she's supposed to feign helplessness when she's wielding a scimitar, so she decides to take a different tactic. "Fear not, lady!" she says loudly. "I'll protect you! She then moves towards the bandits and stands waiting, trying to look menacing.
Cinders continues advancing forward.
Cinders moves towards the bandits, drawing her scimitar as she goes.
Cinders will dismount and cast shield of faith on herself.
"I am all for a scouting mission to start with," Cinders says. "I would have thought that was a given step for going after the Stag Lord. We don't want to rush in unprepared. We need to know exactly what we're up against."
Cinders awakes cheerfully and happily eats any leftover food from last night. She looks with amusement at her horse's mane.
Cinders relaxes. "I apologize for my outburst," she says to the grigs. "Some food will definitely do us all well. Hiram is an excellent cook. He doesn't undercook like most people."
Cinders holds onto Hiram and keeps her eyes on the two former gnomes.
Cinders rushes to Hiram's side. "What have you done to him?" she demands of the gnomes. She then tries to examine him to determine if he is suffering from any physical illness.
Cinders smiles broadly and sways to the Varisian tunes the gnomes play. At one moment, she almost looks like she's going to get up and dance, but she doesn't. After Hiram's outburst, she turns to him. "What's the matter? What are you talking about?"
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