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Razkiv steps into the hallway, he takes off his backpack and fishes out a sprig from a blueberry bush. He holds them in both hands and focuses on the sunlight and the earthborn nutrients that birthed them and charges them with his own faith.
"They will not cure everything, but one or two of these will perk you up" He offers the berries to anyone who needs one.
Razkiv attempts to wrestle the knife from Loth
Razkiv follows the rogue into the room, eyes open looking for danger.
"Sigh, We must go on" the dwarf rolls his shoulders and look to Loth, hoping he will lead the way.
"These things, are they trying to lead us to something, or to stop is from looking at things? The druid moves to search the desk.
The Druid lets the other man up, "Apologies for the rough treatment.
Move for the pin
"Sorry about this." The druid moves to pin Sherman.
Seeing Loth bounce off of the preacher Razkiv takes a hint and moves to grab Sherman.
"Not again," the dwarf turns to the door. "stand back!" His hand reaches for his ax but he pauses.
Confused, the druid moves to grab the dagger, "what do you make of this?" he looks over his shoulder to Loth.
I like the idea of being on a podcast, but I lack the time, and I suspect I would not have much to add.
'This place could be improved by a proper application of fire.'
"The noble, yes, I remember him. He seemed like a bit of a fop, not a cold blooded killer. But he may have been hiding all along. He had a home in Magnamar if I remember correctly.
Razkiv rushes into the room cursing himself, worried for the preacher.
The Druid stays outside the door, hoping to be able to keep an eye on the two in the room but stay near the preacher.
"What do we do now?"
Razkiv moves to follow, trying to stay close and protect the Reverend.
The dwarf moves for the first time since the event., keeping his hand away from his weapon he move to the new comer. "I am Razkiv, of the, of nowhere. This place is dangerous, I am not sure why you are here but we will do our best to keep you safe."
"Do you think the stairs are stable?"
I think had wave, or rather in this quantum state this PC was always here.
Razkiv looks at the pair with a smile. 'Take care Zen, don't try and stop a Dragon from hording.'
"Tarphrex seems to be the most effective at dealing with whatever is going on here, we should all work on protecting him, even more than we normally do."
Sorry to hear about Missy May, my heart goes out to you,
Sorry Guys, Had a bit of Life Boil Over. I think It is better, Looks Like I missed a lot I'll catch up
Razkiv waits to pull along with Zenaida.
I like Tarphrex and Razkiv sees him as the blood of dragons worthy of deep respect. I really like that Tarphrex doesn't really know how to react to that. Sode note, please don't kill Loth
"Stay clear of the tub little drake, even a being of your power would be troubled if you ate that rat." The Druid holds his hand to guide Tarphrex away from the tub.
Razkiv looks at the piano, at the spirit tied to it and with a sigh he turns and follows the halfling.
"There is a sprit their to this place? Can we appease it? The druid moves to look at the piano for anything out of place.
Somehow the music of the piano brings Razkiv back to the drums of the Storval Plateau. The rhythm begins to drive his feet.
Shaking off the compulsion Razkiv reaches to grab Loth and drag him from the room.
Razkiv moves to the piano.
"What can we do? Burn it?"
"Haunted? What does that even mean?" The druid stops at the door waiting for Zenaida to explain.
"Did you find something?" turning the druid sees his halfling friend step out of the hall.
Razkiv opens the door and moves down the hall. "The front room was clearly a display of power, to put visitors into a submissive mindset. Like a war-party dressing in their trophies when going to a meet."
"I'd rather not disturb the mold, I see a door, we can go around to the north." The druid moves back and heads for the door he hopes will lead around behind.
The Druid moves forward and examines the stain on the floor.
Razkiv spins to look at the dragonling trusting his ancient blood.
Razkiv begins to head deeper into the main floor.
Razkiv moves in and reaches out to touch the creature.
Razkiv looks at the creature.
"It doesn't look real, someone likely stitched it together from parts."
"We need to stick together, this lordship can paralyze with a touch. I don't think any of us should go alone."
The dwarf sighs and moves to follow Loth, "Mundane solutions, likely the best option."
"I think the glass doors are our best option, lets hope we do not get jailed as vandals" The druid begins to move to the ornate doors ax ready to smash through the glass.
Razkiv checks the strap on his shield and the grip on his ax, and then approaches the house, walking up the lane.
I can do CLW. right or wrong Razkiv thinks he is a Frontline. that can change.
"I did my best to warn the asylum but they did not see to believe me." Later: "I think we should head to this Misgivings, too many have already been hurt.
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