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At the door of my soul she is standing,
Brigid comes swiftly towards me
"Stay, oh traveller tired with flight!
"My way leads on to the worlds you come from!
I am the swift voyager,
I will harness myself to your glory
Brigid-lass Spoiler:
The halfling bows deeply and beams at his own personal deity. "Happen tha's in reet of it, our Brigid. Taking bit of chance seems to be way of life now. Reet glad to know tha's got eye on mesen. Not much of a lad for words, but skald in me'll find way to thank tha proper-like." DM Spoiler: The boon is an awesome reward and quite perfect for Healaugh.
"Tha can coom out now, Yara. Moving on, like."
Healaugh flaps his arms and waves his javelin at the stirges. "Go on, get away," he mutters.
Healaugh swats randomly at the stirges and misses spectacularly. "Bloodsucking things. Can't be doing with that. Off tha goes."
Healaugh grabs the stirge by the snout and pulls it off him. "Get out of it. Can't be doing with bloodsuckers," he bellows. His shout has a curious effect on the surrounding wildlife and his allies.
"Get behind trees, Yara. And run like buggery if we starts dying."
Preoccupied with helping Yara, Healaugh isn't quite as careful.
"Tha won't take to them, Yara-lass. Pesky things and reet nasty with it."
"This'll speed us on way, like." So into the woods you go again,
"Good advice, that."
"Don't be fooled, lass. Tain't that common for us either."
Healaugh considers the surrounding landscape and looks for suitable handholds. "Gurt numpty. Twere only tree root. Now then, Yara-lass. Follow me reet careful like or tha'll end up arse over like our Ddraig."
"Be singing a bit once we're out other side. Shorten journey like."
"Lass were in trouble and helping don't make her "lady friend", our Ynyr." Healaugh scuffs his feet a bit. "Not to say she wouldn't make fine net-mender, but happen she's other plans."
"Twere joke, our Ddraig."
"Reckon our Ddraig could pull 'un?" Healaugh sounds hopeful.
Hopeful rummaging ensues.
"Happen they're still there and reet useful that would an all. Aye lass, reckon it's safe enough." Healaugh heads for the stables to hunt for any remaining horses.
"Shivnar, then. Have it own way. Not sure what tha saw in him. Tha seems like a nice lass to me. Be better off out of here." Healaugh coughs a bit. "Be pleased to escort tha, like."
Healaugh asks Yara if the place they just fought the bulette was the strongroom. "Dost know if place we fought gurt scaly brute were strongroom, lass? Can't rightly tell if yon Shinvar had owt else hidden, see and don't want to be leaving any nasty surprises behind us, like." Then he considers where the group have explored and suggests investigating the other side of building 36 (i.e. the bit with the semi-circle attached).
"Don't like sound of that." Healaugh shows the book to the others. "Happen thing he's talking about were bulette, and happen t'weren't. Best take a look, like."
"Reet." Healaugh nudges Ynyr, "Loan us book, Ynyr lad." He reads it.
Healaugh takes the simplest route and asks Yarra if there's anything interesting she thinks the group should know about. "Seemingly been bad doings here. Now, is owt else we need to be checking, now our Ynyr's got head preserved?"
While Ynyr fossicks around, Healaugh goes in search of Yarra.
"Don't want them closer is why."
"Get back here tha gurt nitwit."
"Sing a song of resting,
Healaugh bellows the familiar incantation over his shoulder.
Healaugh ignores his friend's plea and cuts a small piece of hair from the fallen boar. "For memory, like," he says respectfully before leaping to his feet. "Lass. Best be sure Yarra's not harmed."
"Can't rightly say what were happening there, but leastways we can prove boar's gone. Tidy that." Healaugh looks thoughtfully at the body. "Happen were another god, like."
"There's reet strange." Healaugh tries to work out what he's just seen.
Still in shock from the bulette's demise, he can make little sense of the rest of the happenings.
"C'mon our Brigid-lass, we've had a bloody-nuff of this," mutters Healaugh under his breath before turning his voice up full throttle. "Back to the boiling vats that birthed you, you useless pile of mutant body-parts."
Ever capricious, Brigid hears the fervent prayers of her halfling worshipper.
The boar backs up and then charges, joining the ranks of those who miss in fine style.
"Come on now, our Brigid-lass. Don't be letting us down." Healaugh mutters a quick invocation to the only deity he has any truck with. "Gurt pile of useless leavings," he bellows at the remains of the bulette.
Unfortunately, Brigid appears to have her mind on other things. Healaugh shrugs and maintains Macmorr's protective shield.
"Don't be bloody daft, our Macmorr."
"Keep tha spirits up, our Macmorr, tes nowt but a big heap un-naturalness when alls said." Healaugh ducks behind Ghadmyr and unleashes a devastating attack on the fleeing horror.
Healaugh backs up the corridor and tries to pull himself together as his clothes burn. He looks with some concern at the White Boar, now rather bloodspattered.
"Cludgie!" Healaugh bellows at the bulette, hoping to take it off guard.
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