Rurik ignores the small talk and nods to Aengus.
"See you soon brother. We'll send word when we arrive in a month."
His expression isn't discernible beneath his helm.
Soon, Grombar and Rurik are out of sight.
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Rurik scowls a bit and nervously adjusts his already adjusted armor and fidgets with his helmet before putting it on. "I don't like us all being...all over the place. Jorlitharr is always off someplace but the rest of us..."
"Hmm. Amethyst? I don't know anything about Amethyst dragons.. Pre-Bill "Hmmm. I believe a staff topped with an amethyst was confiscated along with another one of those books from Mallark and the Mind Flayer a few weeks ago. It would seem your tribe was targeted by followers of these evil entities."
All failed in dreams alone. Together we win. Let me help. "I'm not sure what or who sent those dreams to us, but you're right, in a way they were optimistic."
"Hmm. Amethyst? I don't know anything about Amethyst dragons..
Rurik stares knowingly. "I had a similar dream..though I thought the beast was Tiamat, mother hydra, creator of evil dragons...hm. I was able to withstand all of it's attacks but I was unable to hurt it...it was only a matter of time...There was another. Two heads...like apes. Arms were like tentacles." He strokes his beard. "There was another too. An alien like creature...from far beyond. I think it was this Dagon Vadym found in his book." He looks into the book Vadym had, assuming it's available.
"If Dagon is also known as 'Father Dagon'..lives in the 'Shadowsea' and Tiamat is known as 'Mother Hydra'....Umberlee is the known as the 'wavemother'. But there was the other..." "I've heard an old saying that evil comes in threes (is this four?). Perhaps Tiamat and Umberlee are the same entity. Maybe one is influencing the other. And maybe...mothers...father...perhaps they're breeding." He seems overwhelmed. "Erazire, did you dream?"
"Last night I... what is that?"Dream. Now I pray. Gods guide sword. "Whoa whoa. You show me, with your magic. Show me your dream. "
Rurik shakes his head and looks at the drawings being burned. "Last night I... what is that?"
Rurik spends the morning burying the dead using his pick to help open the hard packed ground and his shield to shovel snow. Afterwards he gives a small prayer and sprinkles some holy water on the ground. He takes a sip of the holy water before going inside and giving himself a washcloth bath with a basin he found in the kitchen. Afterwards he combs out his beard and hair, braiding each one a tight simple braid before starting to put his armor back on. Afterwards he goes through his pack finding a short string of simmer sausages and a cheese wheel cuts them up and eats a few leaving the rest for others.
"I think we could all use a good night's sleep. I'll take watch until sunrise. I think our minds will be sharper. " Rurik shakes his head. "I'd like first watch. I'm Rurik by the way. That Erazire. We're guild members coming back from a rescue mission. That's Florr, she is too. She's also co-owner of this mansion. We should have some friends coming to pick us up sometime tomorrow." He starts taking off his armor and motions to the corpse bits. " We should probably rebury them tomorrow. Hopefully the storm will be over by then. "
Rurik gets a level of fatigue.
"Forgive me. You have to admit... I mean quite a coincidence..." He pauses. "Look. I don't sense evil in you. And that thing.." he points to the cut apart book. "is my first contact with an extraplanar evil." Rurik stares at the book. With sleepy hanging eyes. "I think we could all use a good night's sleep. I'll take watch until sunrise. I think our minds will be sharper. "
"How does one learn the language of demons and devils exactly? "
Rurik listens, carefully staring at the book.
Rurik dabs his toast in the spilled stew on the hearth. "Revify is a spell that if cast quickly will bring someone, or something, back from the brink of death.
There looks to be just enough stew for 3 hearty bowls left. Rurik goes into the kitchen and finds a few clay bowls that look like they'd been set aside as someone of the only unbroken dishes. He wipes them out and fills the bowls bringing one to each of you. He cuts some bread and toasts it on the coals. He looks to Vadym. "We can offer coin. We also have some fresh fruit. For the stew." He takes off his pack. He hesitates a bit before reaching inside. He withdraws a thick wooden ring. It looks to be whittled into a woodland scene with simple rudimentary deer, wolves, bears, birds and snakes. There's still some bark left on it. The wand is stark white birch. It's carved into the shape of leaves towards the very tip, with touches of green stone. There's also a vial of strange liquid and a brush, like a paintbrush. These are both magical. With time you're able to ascertain that properties of the ring LINK, the wand has 3 charges left of a spell: "Revify". the Tome is unmoving and cut in twain. On the wall is a spray of thick, greasy ink. It seems to be moving about the wall on it's own. Trickling like a stream, but not following gravity. It's drawn something. "LXXXIX"
Rurik shakes his hand at the offer. He shrugs to Florr and Erazire as if to say "I guess he's ok, sorry." He goes to inspect what's left of the stew.
Rurik's beard and eyebrows fill with ice crystals, his skin red and blistered. He smiles.
Rurik sweeps his bulwark in a tight arc past his left shoulder, deflecting both attacks before rotating his wrist at to strike the lunging skeleton in the forehead as it lashes at Erazie.
The Skeleton crumples to the ground, unmoving.
Rurik squeezes his way into the doorway to be able to reach Erazire with his shield after he takes a swing towards the skull of the skeleton in front of him.
"YEAGGGHHHHH"
Rurik swings into the shoulder of Skeleton #4
Rurik slips his shield a fraction to the left to allow the hand weilding the pick to swing rapidly out into the ribcage of Skeleton 2 before returning back to his side and replacing his shield.
Rurik grimaces over his shoulder towards the party and Erazire in particular. "Ready? I'll slow em down the best I can." Rurik spins his pick backwards in his hand to use the back of the head.
The skeletons ribcage shatters and sends the rest of the limbs tumbling to the ground unmoving. Rurik pivots out of the door ready.
Rurik looks to Vadym and down to the mess on the floor and sprints to the sound of the broken glass. He lowers his stance and looks over his shield "The dead! They walk!"
"Hi!"She offers a hand to shake on greeting."My name is Florr Hemera and I was a part of the adventuring group that cleared out this mansion. My friends and I are seeking shelter from the storm. We were in the nearby woods rescuing a friend. Do you mind if we rest here? Who are you and why are you here? Are you helping with the restoration here?"He gives an irratated nod and waves her in. He hands her a rolled up piece of parchment then sits starting into the fire. He holds a finger up to his face as if asking for quiet and begins placing the scattered drawings into the flames one by one. He seems entranced. "he's casting a spell, bewitched my mind.. voices! He looks at the book. Demons?" His body becomes ridgid and you see a large black tentacle slip out from his pack and around his throat.
"Florr watch out!" Rurik sprints to the porch.
Rurik draws his pick from the hanger ring on his belt. "Hrm...who do you suppose that is." He motions to the smoke meandering out of the chimney. "At least it'll be warm in there. Heh!" He uses the butt of his leathered palm to wipe the snow from his eyebrows and adjusts his armor straps. "So, do we try to peek through the windows, or do we knock?"
"Oh, sorry I...I was born in the Towers of Doriast, in the Holgirr Mountains Northwest of here. I'm a proud Dorian dwarf."
Rurik holds his shield the best he can to shelter Erazire and Florr from the winds. The air whistles as it passes it's edge. He drinks a jug of mead and gulps a jar of tomatoes being careful to keep his beard clean. "So, Erazire. You grow up around here, in the North Lands?"
He looks at the companions making a mental list of who's going and staying. "I'll head to the manor and wait with the others. No telling what we'll find there." He looks to Grit as if to say "Are you alright?" Grit nods. He gives a final pleading glance to say "Are you sure?" And Grit nods. Rurik searches the body of the Bugbear. He produces A tome, a ring, a cloak clasp, and a wand. "These are magical." He holds the tomb pinched between his index and thumb letting it dangle like a stinking fish. It's bound in skin and is ringed with humanoid teeth and knucklebones. There's also an inkwell filled with a thick crimson substance and a small brush.
"That's what I'm saying Florr. You're telling me someone out in a storm with two extremely well trained bears and passion for NECROMANCY was just wandering around a blizzard looking to hustle some..general sundries and dry goods?" "Something smells bad." "And I think we should go right to Haven's Cross. This cart may not even pull through this snow if it gets much higher. "
Rurik straightens his armor and stows his shield and pick. "You know...I wouldn't call that." He kicks the body. "I wouldn't call that your average highway man brigand."
Rurik sprints, ducking and weaving between obstables to arrive next to Erazire. He bangs on his shield to get the bears attention. "HYAA! NYAA! HEY!" *Bonk Clang*
"The punishment for your crimes is execution and seeing no law in sight, I'll do my duty." He claps the bugbear hard on the shoulder with an armored hand. Channel Divinity: Share Trauma: Share Trauma – Woe to the enemy of the Cynic, for they shall force them to live with the despair and anxiety that troubles each member of the order. As an action, you can use your Channel Divinity to touch a target. They must make a Wisdom saving throw against your ability (DC 13). If the target fails, they take 6d8 psychic damage and fall prone due to reeling in pain.
Rurik marches towards the cart. He stares sternly into the snow and points towards the Bugbear. "You're under arrest for attempted highway robbery and horse necromancy." Casts Compelled Duel: You attempt to compel a creature into a duel. One creature that you can see within range must make a Wisdom saving throw. On a failed save, the creature is drawn to you, compelled by your divine demand. For the duration, it has disadvantage on attack rolls against creatures other than you, and must make a Wisdom saving throw each time it attempts to move to a space that is more than 30 feet away from you; if it succeeds on this saving throw, this spell doesn't restrict the target's movement for that turn
The spell ends if you attack any other creature, if you cast a spell that targets a hostile creature other than the target, if a creature friendly to you damages the target or casts a harmful spell on it, or if you end your turn more than 30 feet away from the target.
Rurik nods.
Rurik nods and squats behind a rock.
Rurik nods.
Rurik looks fresh and vigilant. He looks well rested, well fed and sure footed. He's marching at a nearly impossible pace and starts to slow as he looks back. "Don't think it'll be much longer. We must be almost there."
"Of course." Rurik whispers a prayer of vengeance. "And I'll kill as many of these savage animals as I can in the process." He grabs Aengus' tankard out of ritual and drinks the contents in one gulp.
Rurik scowls. "They're cannibals, by Gorm's gaze..."
Rurik scowls. "Those jagged arrows look like vicious arrows. They do a lot of damage and make really nasty wounds. Sometimes Gritnarr used copper ones. Those look like bone. "
"I had the wrong idea about you. I thought you were an opportunistic street urchin. You're alright by me." "Necromancers eh? Necromancers most certainly one of my least favorite things. Good work. That Karl sounds like good people. I confiscated the potion off a horse thief. Guess he should have drank it! Bahaha!"
Rurik looks to Nikolai. "I had the wrong idea about you. I thought you were an opportunistic street urchin. You're alright by me." He reaches into his belt pouch. "I think you might get more use out of this than me." He hands you a vial that looks like it's filled with old mop water. "It's an invisibility potion."
Rurik stays with Grombar and tries to assess if there are anymore elves. "If they had reinforcements around we've definitely made enough noise.."
"Aengus! Grombar..he's...." Rurik whirls around, notices Nikoali is gone, looks up to see Grombar is breathing. "He's alright. Kill that elf and get over here!" He jogs towards Guldar, Grombar and Nikolai.
Rurik looks over his shoulder worriedly to Grombar and Guldar but holds firm confident that the last of the elves will be killed soon. He holds calls out to Elf #3 "Don't you go running away." He motions to Aengus. "He's wantin' to turn you into jelly." Although you're pretty sure the elves don't understand him, the pantomime towards Aengus strikes a concerned look across the Elf's face. Abjure Enemy DC 13: Abjure Enemy. As an action, you present your holy
symbol and speak a prayer o f denunciation, using your Channel Divinity. Choose one creature within 60 feet o f you that you can see. That creature must make a Wisdom saving throw, unless it is immune to being frightened. Fiends and undead have disadvantage on this saving throw. On a failed save, the creature is frightened for 1 minute or until it takes any damage. While frightened, the creature’s speed is 0, and it can’t benefit from any bonus to its speed. On a successful save, the creature’s speed is halved for 1 minute or until the creature takes any damage.
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