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Getting Nangu back on his feet... "Bah! What happened?! Where have I been? Are we still in this accursed forest?" cries Nangu as he comes to. He moves to stand, then cries out in pain due to injuries yet not fully healed. "Ah! I am hurting!" he says as he plops back down to the ground, pouting and sore. "Some companions you all turned out to be."] "My fellow warriors back at Castle Kronquist would never have let that blinding frog thing try to eat me like you all did." he huffs, loudly as if he thought the others might have an interest in what he has to say. "For instance, there was this one skeleton guard--I never did catch his name. Turns out, he was the silent type--anyways, we always got along very well together. We never fought--each other, that is. We fought many living beings actually, he and I." "Still, that skeleton was a true friend. He always seemed happy whenever I was around. His face just seemed to light up, no matter when he would see me. Every time I entered a room, if he was there, I would see him smiling. A big wide grin. You could see all his teeth." "Just seeing my face would bring him joy!" Nangu continues, before quietly noting, "At least, I think he saw my face. I am not entirely certain as his skull was devoid of eyeballs..." Nangu grows quieter as he slips deeper in thought. After a few moments, he nods his head with a grin bearing fanged teeth. "But, still. He had that smile." Looking at the expressions of the others, Nangu suddenly feels awkwardly conscientious. CHe claps his hands together and loudly declares, " He remains relatively quiet the remainder of the trip. ...you are able to complete your journey to Absalom without further incident, and it’s easy to find Hulfheen Manor to deliver the trophy fish. With the blindheim defeated he is grateful to you for keeping the road safe and delivers your payment and you are free to return to Otari or seek out adventure in Absalom. After obtaining payment, Nangu steps out onto the bustling streets of the City at the Center of the World. Amidst the city's assault on him of the noises, the smells, and the movements of the living, the dhampir pulls out the blood-encrusted wayfinder he took from the witch. Holding it in his hand, he gives it a long, pensive look. Then, holding his head upright he spots a set of unusual spires in the distance. Returning the bloodied bauble to his pocket, Nangu heads in the direction of the spires and, eventually, to find his future at the Grand Lodge of the Pathfinder Society.
Unable to effect the cart, he walks over to Nangu, and touches his blade point-first, pricking his own finger, and puzzling the dhampir with a queried look. The dhampir initially ignores the sprite, too focused on the donkey. Nangu looks back as the tiny sprite tries to heal his meal back into the realm of the living. He sighs in relief as it is unsuccessful. Though the halfling brothers are a bit disturbed at Nangu calling dibs on their ride they seemingly have no further need for the dead weight. Having gotten Nangu's attention by "messing" with his meal, the dhampir tries to shoo the flitting sprite away so that he can dine. He takes a deep bite into donkey flesh, only to suddenly spit it out. "Blah! Ever since I was cursed with this accursed--well, --none of my favorite foods taste as good as I remember!" Nangu laments loudly. "Not donkey blood, horse blood, village--..." The dhampir stops mid-rant, spotting a bit of crimson fluid on his blade. He sops up the fluid with his tongue. "Ack! Not at all as I remember!" he spits again, before muttering, "I ate much better back in Castle Kronquist. If only the undead there hadn't tried to eat me when last I tried to go back there." Squish nods and blubs. "Lets go see what ate the donkey?" "It was me--," the dhampir explains slowly, giving Squish a quizzical look as he wipes his blood covered face with a sleeve. "And I only took one bite. Unfortunately, due to my curse, it appears that I must now seek out new dining experiences more suitable to my new tastes." The dhampir hungrily eyes the fleshforged creature, considering the possibility for a moment, but when once the sound of the creature's *blub* reaches Nangu's pointed ears, he thinks the better of it.
Nangu follows the others quietly, for now, wondering when he got a stone in his boot and lamenting that he cannot travel as a bat.
"An aristocrat like this Kulrin Hulfheen wouldn’t likely travel as far as Otari if it were dangerous," notes Nangu, imparting knowledge be gained over his long life. "Certainly, any monsters or bandits that we may encounter are likely timid or weak." "The need for food and sleep makes the living weak and easy fodder," he adds. He looks down as his stomach. "Which reminds me, do any of you have anything I could eat?""
"Ahh, more Pathfinders. Since I was making my way to Abasalom, the chance to earn a few coins with some companions is a rare treat." lightly bubbles Squish. "Pathfinders?" inquires a cloaked figure. "Tell me, breathing persons--and... blob? If you are Pathfinders, do you happen to know the witch that once held this and if there happens to be any cure for a curse that she may or may not have placed upon one of the undead?" The creature known as Nangu reaches into his cloak and produces a dirty, stained wayfinder. A sudden shift in the wind, blows back the cloak, revealing a man with pale, sickly skin, pocked with bright red, sun-burned blotches. Prominent fangs protrude from behind his lips. Catching a scent on the sudden breeze, Nangu moves quickly to cover his face. "Ack! What is that offensive odor?! Is that what fish smell like?! Having to catch my breath after long times of walking is bad enough, but to have to smell things too?! It is too much!" |
