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Should not leave living person behind... Garold only hesitates for a moment after speaking before moving up next to Lucia...amazed at her bold bravery. …you...see?
Sounds like...bones...clatter... Garold gestures in the direction of the sounds... ...that way. Garold stands there, peering into the darkness, fretting about what might be there.
Garold peers off into the distance, focussing on the clattering... ...bones? …then...for a moment, he watches Lucia...caught up in her sadness.
Garold looks closely, wondering if it might be the one that retreated... and listens for any sounds beyond our own...something is definitely out there...
Garold keeps his spear angled ahead, anxious to see what's ahead... and every bit as worried about it.
Following along again, feeling a little more secure with the extra light...but still straining at every sound...
Garold got torches... ...holding the spear with one hand for a moment, so that the pack slips, then dropping it. There are 4 torches, flint and steel, and an assortment of odd things inside... Garold quickly goes back to his defensive stance...clearly worried about what might be in the darkness.
Garold nods vigorously, and swallows hard.
Garold stands there, astounded. The amount of magic he's witnessed is minimal...he's never had anyone he could call 'friend' that could close wounds with words and gestures. Garold's eyes positively bug out, and his jaw goes slack.
Lucia? Garold puts his back to the wall again, standing over the group, and watches to the south...wondering... Hello? Who...there?
Garold quickly darts over to Wendel, and fireman carries him to the others...moving as quickly as the adrenaline allows.
Once he's done that, he steps a few feet away in the direction Wendel took...careful to keep the others visible... looking back and forth...spear held aggressively... as if after living in the dark for years, he's suddenly terrified of it... ...softly...Wendel?
Garold is no kind of healer...but if Bane looks really bad, he'll do his best to bandage the wound...muttering softly the whole time, and glancing about, nervously...
Looking back and forth in horror, Garold scrambles for his spear, planting his foot on the once human body and wrenching hard...stepping back into the midst of his fallen comrades and listening for any movement in the darkness...eyes wild... Wendel? Lucia? Bane?
After a moment, Garold puts his back to the wall, and looks to see if any of his friends are responding at all...
Garold gasps in terror as the light begins its retreat, and turns to swat at the one clawing at Bane, muttering prayers to the lady of light that he can drop the fiend with the last of his vision... …lady...please guide hands!
Spoiler: Good enough for me. I was trying to position myself so that I could, but I know it doesn't always work out that way. :)
Garold drops his spear, useless as it's stuck in the thing, and hefts his walking stick-greatclub...spinning when Lucia gasps, to see the other one gnawing on her...in half rage and half terror, he swings at it... NO!!
Just in case...
(for aid another)
Garold gasps and whimpers, and turns his spear to the noises in the dark. He'll stay next to Bane, in front of Lucia, for the moment. He attacks the first one he can see, and makes aoos as he gets them. If any attacks are made on Bane or Lucia, he can aid another as an appropriate for +2 to AC.
Garold stumbles at Lucia's words, but rapidly catches up, shaking in utter horror. He abandons any attempt at stealth.
Garold tries to hide the fact that he knows he's being followed, but can't suppress a quick look back...
Garold looks at Lucia and blinks a couple of times...and does his best to still the shaking and be absolutely silent...staying close by Wendel.
Garold peers into the stairwell...almost hoping he won't see anything... but even more afraid of missing something horrible.
Taking care to be quiet, he moves ahead, and down the stairs until he's able to see as far as the light allows.
Garold nods emphatically, and peers into the darkness, biting on his lip to avoid showing exactly how terrified he is.
Garold steps up to guard Lucia, terrified of what he expects to find...and watches what she's doing. You...need help?
The quiet is more oppressive than even the disturbing noises were. Garold steps up closer to
Garold advances as well, eyes darting everywhere, even as his stomach churns.
Suddenly realizing that danger might well still be present, Garold plants his foot on the dead boy's chest and yanks hard on the spear's shaft...feeling the surge of adrenaline make him almost dizzy...as soon as it's free, he steps over next to Wendel...trying to ready himself to attack or defend.
Garold steps back, as far as the butt of the spear, and swallows back bile. His body releases a tremor, and his hands shake almost uncontrollably. After a few moments, he lets out a deep breath, and looks around at everyone. ...got...scared. He...he attacked Garold. As the body falls...Garold lets the spear go...and stares at the body impaled on it in horror.
Garold lunges forward with his longspear in an attempt to stop the acolyte, grimacing.
I think...he's...already dead!
Garold lowers the spear, pointing it at the acolyte...in a shaky voice... Stay back. You look...not healthy.
Probably best I not seen too much right now, anyhow. Garold looks around at everyone...and sets to thinking about how to best getting the crypts stealthily.
You are wise, friend Stanrick. Garold is...worried... not think clearly. With that said, Garold takes a deep breath and steps back, trying to relax somewhat... and failing. He turns to Lucia...We need make plans.
Garold looks over at Stanrick, thoughtfully... must keep word, of course...but...is anything worse than...necromancy? Again, Garold squeezes the shaft of the huge weapon until his knuckles go white... Imagine... people you knew...maybe from orphanage... dead...walking...killing... Garold shudders as he finishes speaking...and keeps shaking...
Where do we start? The shaft of Garold's spear looks comically long and awkward in the little man's hands, knuckles white from trying to hold off the shakes, but the look on his homely face is anything but amusing.
Garold watches Bane with wide eyes, terrified...but in the end, finds himself nodding. Wordlessly, he glances at Lucia.
A...necromancer? What all...umm...do you know...about...necromancer? Garold's demeanor has changed radically. His breathing is suddenly ragged, and if he's seemed fidgety before, it hardly compares. He runs his hand through his scraggly hair...hands shaking... but he is utterly attentive, even as he mutters inaudibly under his breath...
Garold smiles sheepishly, shrugs...and nods...keeping his thoughts to himself.
Garold glances at Isabeau and nods, eyes wide and somber. Yes...and...most never see Garold... ...unless they look for him. That said, Garold looks over his very distinctive form. Best I not seen. Can travel by sewers...rooftops, if need.
Garold writes a simple note, after catching a rat or two...and wedges it into the gate, where it'll be noticed: Lord Baton - you have friends where you'd least expect them. With that done, Garold heads back to the group, wondering if any of the wrong people know about his little hovel. He dozes fitfully for a while before getting up to relieve Wendel.
After a quiet moment, Garold slips out the back door and heads for his own little rathole to retrieve his longspear before heading to the boathouse. He sticks t back alleys...as usual.
There's big rats around the boathouse... I get them regular... I don't get to see the fancy folk...much... Garold hesitates and scratches at the growth on his neck... ... but I see them. Lord Baton's family...is there...well...some, anyhow. About time I go catch rats... With that said, Garold goes to fidgeting with his walking stick.
After a short while, Garold gets up and trundles towards the back door. Let's get you safe, Miss Annette. He stands there waiting, in apparent anticipation.
Garold studies the grain of the tabletop, and the rings of water made by his glass. ...this bad...this very bad.
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