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"Indeed, Marcus chimes in, tipping back in his chair with a cup of hot tea, trying to look surly himself but giggling a bit at the mention of turnips. "We are men of action. This waiting is a travesty." he adds, glancing at the guardsman to see if he is noticing the brooding.
Sure. I'm still trying to wrap my head around Marcus and fleash him out a bit!
I'm still eating the cake. I have no shame.
Shhhhh.....its a suprise party.....thats why the lights are off.
Marcus shudders at Kaede's mention of undead.
Marcus dismounts quickly, trying not to draw the mens attention, then weaves a protective hedge around his friends.
"There's blood all over them! Something is awfully not right!" Marcus tries to loud whisper.
"Something's not right. I grew up on a farm like these. Something is.....off." Marcus points out as they ride. When they see the crouched men, his curiosity is piqued.
Necro-equine
Thats my vote too.
"This is much worse. If Tera was kidnapped and taken by wagon, her abductors are even further ahead then we thought." Marcus worries out loud.
"It can't be much worse than what this place has already thrown at us." Marcus grumbles as he moves right up to the foot next to Zache.
Digging through the pile quickly, but carefuly, the catches the faint scent of campfire from the young fisherman. There is even a slight warmth coming from Marcus as he passes the others.
While they wait for the girls to return, Marcus meditates and calls upon the spirit of flame to join him.
To Ivan:
Still, the older mans interaction has the side effect of putting Marcus a little more at ease. If Ivan had anything to do with this plot, he would be much more caseful.
"could they have been in the wagon? Would she really have gone to those lengths to cover her departure? " Marcus asks, mostly to Zache.
Marcus eagerly does his best to keep up with Zache.
"She wouldn't have tried to go to the Misgivings herself, would she?" Marcus asks as his face shifts to a worried look.
no worries. Its a weird time of year to try to keep up.
"Welcome, Ivan." Marcus says, through a mouthful of bread. "Please, sit with us and tell us about your visit to Sandpoint so far."
Any restrictions on creating potions of spells I can cast?
Empathetic to his friends fear and discomfort, Marcus tries to find the words to console Tera. As with most things outside his comfort level, he is met with little success.
As he finishes his tale, careful to mention how brave they all were, he begins to ask about Maester Grumps issue when his brain seems to catch up and instead he asks "Who's Aldern? Who's Lord Kaijitsu? What mess?"
Marcus wolfs down the food, once again showing his youth. When finished, he asks about the next step.
not an exciting level for Marcus, but here it is.... +10 hp (up to 53) +7 skill points (+1 diplomacy, +1 perception, +1 sense motive, + 4 UMD) Feat-brew potion
"plenty of time to report to the sheriff in the morning, we shoud go have Kaede checked as soon as possible." Marcus offers, hobbling a little more visibly after the long walk.
we already have a solid mix of healing in the party, and mine is only going to ramp up. My vote would be for combat goodies.
"What happened to Grayst was tragic, but the blame for his death lies squarely at the feet of whatever did this. There has to be more here. A small detail, a smell, or a look, anything he said when he got here. Please think, Dr. Habe. No one wants to see anyone else suffer his fate." Marcus pleads.
Looking carefully over Kaede's arm, Marcus tries to check for any sign of infection, though he is not sure something like this would present as a normal infection.
Trying to think of what else the doctor might be afraid of, Marcus suggests a less crowded audience.
Marcus continues to draw the nasty wounds out of Kaede and onto himself.
Backing away from the fallen Grayst, he quietly begins to heal himself.
Unsure how best to help Kaede, Marcus draws upon the link between them to heal her a little.
Keeping a close eye on the trio watching the melee, he stabs again with his spear.
Same to you, young Lady!
Marcus feels the bite pass through the link he has with Kaede, searing the skin on his arm.
Trying to look brave, the young fisherman thrusts with his spear, hoping to connect.
Marcus panics a bit at the sudden unholy revival of Grayst and pulls his hand back. Grabbing for his spear, he tries to maneuver around to provide a flank to any of his allies.
Marcus reacts instinctively, leaping down to the fallen man. Quickly summoning curative magics, he offers what help he can.
Shocked by the sudden aggression, Marcus looses his net from his side and attempts to tangle Grayst and slow him down.
Trying his best to conquer his trepidation, Marcus attempts to reassure the man, "I know what happened must have been horrible, and I'm sure you would put it out of your mind if you could. But in order to keep this from happening again, we need as much information as you can give us."
Far too afraid to talk to the dying man before them, Marcus makes a mental note of the rhyme. Almost without realizing it, the youngest of the marked begins to whisper a prayer, asking Gozreh to give his companions the courage to speak with him, and asking for a blessing of peace for the mans final days.
"We understand that your work is delicate, and we have no intention to undermine the progress you have made, but the monster that did this is still on the loose. Our focus must be trying to stop future tragedy." Marcus adds, trying to help the situation.
Already unsettled by the recent events and the general spookiness of the sanitorium, Marcus does his best to whisper from the back, "This guy gives me the creeps, there's something not right about his eyes..."
Curiosity getting the best of him, marcus gives the chest a tug with everthing he's got.
Unimpressed by the modest household, Marcus makes a few remarks about proper woodwork being a good way to judge character.
Marcus does his best to get useful clues without revealing anything that might not yet be public knowledge.
"I'd be most comfortable at the cathedral. It's safer there than out in the open, though I'm not sure how hungry I am."
Marcus can't help but feel bad for the grieving father. when I left, mother was heartbroken. I cannot imagine this pain. "The house is worth checking out. If he was cheating the business, he may also have had more unsavoury dealings."
"Do the undead even care for gold?" Marcus asks, trying to think things through, "Could the Scarnetti's have summoned this thing to do their bidding?"
Marcus is surprised by the obvious deflection in Ibor's tone, and even more shocked when the others don't immidiately see it as well. "I've seen better pretending than that from a trout with three hooks in him! Best to just come out with it all now, If Kaelaah finds out you're keeping secrets, this rooms gonna get warm fast!" Marcus' anger at being misled is almost enough to make him sound brave, but his voice cracks at the end and he hopes that a glare from the Flame-wielder is enough to crack the mans nerve.
For once, Marcus is happy to still wear a youthful face. The guards seem to point their queries at the older members of the muddy sextet. When the clerk asks about the next step, Marcus offers his thoughts.
Marcus takes his time looking over the area, careful to keep Tera nearby. More at home digging through reeds and mud than in the cathedral, he casts light and detect magic to be as thorough as possible. When the others are satisfied, he knocks the larger clumps of mud off, and follows them to the garrison.
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