The half elf looks around as they travel, taking it all in
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"Have we explored the south?"
"Wait, tiger lord markings and the like... The Rostlanders forced them back to the ease... long ago I think, but once... yes, I suppose they would have been in this area."
"Let's make a note of this in the maps and like." Nedyr suggests
"Mmm, well, I do have these boots already, I don't want to seem a greedy grabber " He winks.
"Odd that a ring of wood could survive without deterioration," Nedyr mutters.
"I suppose if you put it that way," he has to agree with the logic of Orrik, and starts to remove stones along side Markov, "But if some undead horror lunges out and bites my nose off I get to tell you 'I told you so'"
"Just a cairn, want me to upturn some rocks? Mixed feeling about disturbing the dead. On one hand, its not my culture and might have some goodies, on the other... well, Ancient barbarian burial grounds sound like a ghost story waiting to happen." He asks the others
"I'll check out and uhm, pay my respects," He says, and lowers off his horse to check out the cairn carefully.
Nedyr stretches in the morning, and smiles the next day at the ease of the travel, "Mmm, rockier ground, we might be going into goat herding country."
"I'll take middle then, give you and Orrik the book ends." He grins.
"Why not?" *He makes a gesture once twice three times and comes up with...*
Still here
"Is there a restore eyebrows spell?" Nedyr smiles. "Let me know what shift you folks want me to take." Nedyr says liking the camp location just fine.
"Well, frogs aren't stone around here. I still hear them," Nedyr says with relief. "It's getting dark, should we set up camp or keep going a bit longer?"[/B]
Starting Friday I'll be in Washington DC for a week. I'm not sure how good my connection will be but I won't be posting Friday at all as that's a travel day
"Deee lightful," The swashbuckler says nervously, glancing about, "I just hope if I get petrified, my statue is in a dignified pose. I've embarrassed the family enough as it is."
"Okay, those statues look far too... accurate for me to be comfortable." He gestures to the stone piglet
Nedyr, as usual, is chipper and talkative once he wakes up fully, "Glorious day, I must say."
"Hot springs and giant frogs? Alright, I'm game," He nods to the wizard's suggestion. At the mention of booze, the half elf chuckles, "If we can't find booze, some sort of ribbons or other bright things might be enough should we run into the fey folk again."
"To the right person, I might be able to sell it for a thousand, but at least 500 I dare to say," Nedyr smiles.
"Oo.. let's see, not my strongest suit, but..." He looks it over.
Oleg..."I believe you already have the gift of gab." "Thank you," Nedyr says with a smile, taking it as a compliment.
"ooo, a potion of youth, I.. no, I doubt he could make those or else he'd be rich."
"You can never have enough potions of healing of some sort in my opinion," Nedyr says "Beyond that, no idea. Glibness? I could use that to get out of trouble next time I get caught"
"Well, in its defense, chaotic, corrupt urbanity has feather pillows and some damn fine wines," Nedyr smiles, "But good that you can vouch for him."
"Another healer is always welcome regardless," The swashbuckler adds
"I have a dagger gained from it, if you feel it is part of the church memorbilla, I can hand it over to you," He says to Jhod.
"A better morning than you may know, good priest. We found a temple of Erastil. It's rather lovely actually, but could do with a bit of sprucing up, know anyone interested in that sort of thing?" He says tongue in cheek.
"Good day to you, sir," Nedyr smiles noting stew is definitely on. When the lad offers his services, Nedyr chuckles as Nicholas seems on the wisecraking type. But it's the poster that gets his curiosity, "Falgrim Sneeg? With a name like that, I'd turn to crime too." when Nicholas has taken Orrik's horse, Nedyr flips him a silver for his own "Thank you, young man." then walks on in to greet Swetlana
"Biscuits and gravy sound wonderful, as long as someone kept his beard out of the main of it," He grins, "Have you seen Jhod?"
"We bring good news for Jhod in particular, is he still about?"
"At least we know game is plentiful...and maybe mushrooms you can eat as well."
"I'm fine with that," Nedyr says, rather pleased with this find.
In the morning, Nedyr stretches, yawns, and looks around to see who has awoken before him.
Nedyr starts to secure the horses, "Want me to take the lead in the cave? And to answer your question about after that... I'm for exploring the area around the temple at the very least. We want Jhod to have a safe path when he does come here."
Nedyr chuckles at the henway comment.
Nedyr puts the dagger's hilt near his ear for a moment, "mmm...what's that? Drink, carouse, and gamble? Yes, master." Then he winks at the others. At the talk of their memories possibly being played with, he seems amazed, "Why would they tell us something only to make us forget again? Odd."
Shrugging, Markov looks at the dagger, with new found caution. And by what she said, this dagger is what helped cause that curse? I don't know... But, a adamantine dagger has its uses. He weights the dagger in his hand and then passes it to Nedyr. "You seem a bit more talented with such blades. Hold onto it Nedyr. And Mahdrig..." He walks over to the opening of the thicket bushes where she said that creature was. He looks around for any unusual tracks there. Nedyr had also been staring at Mahdrig in a dubious way, but he takes the dagger from Markov, "Mmm... could be useful but its not going to curse me, is it? She said it was part and parcel of the curse. I've been cursed AT but I'm pretty sure I don't want to have an actual curse on me."
"We need to tell Jhod about this, I think." Nedyr says as Ole Dead Eye's name is mentioned
"what's this?" He says startled as his minor scrapes heal as if they never were. "Amazing..."
Then he forgets.
"...can anybody else see it? All I'm seeing are glints of sunlight reflecting off of ripples in the water." "mmm?" He jerks his head over at the clear water "I don't see anything either, though the water looks very fresh indeed. Maybe it wasn't so bad to start with?"
"I think we just did help it, eerr , him." Nedyr says in silent amazement at the transformation of not only dead bear to smiling man to skeleton but the bursting vibrancy of the shrine.
"I think it likes the flavor of you," Nedyr warns, and tries to work the sides lunging to pierce its thick hide
Nedyr's rapier strikes deep into a joint, piercing fur, flesh, and sinew.
Nedyr has to confess that Markov's confidence is contagious. While the cavalier takes on the creature face (and claws and teeth) first, Nedyr finds himself weaving to its flank and then stabbing from the side.
"You know, this situation has gotten hairy really fast..." He quips nervously as that attempt was not his best.
Nedyr knows he's done better in the past than this, and is a bit sheepish. Then he sees the cavalier come through "Ouch. Markov, On second thought, maybe you should get some healing first... if we do meet a bear, you're half eaten already."
After finding a safe place to secure his horse if it can't go through, Nedyr attempts to move through the bramble quietly and safely
He comes through with a minor cut or two Ow.
When the bear tracks are found and shown, Nedyr says with a low whistle, "So we're on the right path...but that thicket is going to take work. Anyone have any ideas? I think whacking away at it will have to be done eventually but we will certainly not be sneaking up on anything, let alone a bear, if we start making a ruckus like that."
"Good to know, I'd feel a bit silly being mauled by a magical creature while giggling at it," Nedyr chuckles.
I sure hope Perlivash takes no offense to that 'true dragon' comment,hopefully he wouldn't. "Well, it sounds like with the bear and the tatzlywrms, there are many dangers. Thank you, good folk of the fae. Your warnings prove invaluable."
Thank you, Kenderkkin
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