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Yep, I only got to play a tiny bit, so I'm happy to wait until if and when you want to pick it back up. Skaav will be ready. I'll echo Amila in being glad real life being good is the cause and hope it continues to be so (and possibly doesn't continue to be the cause)! ;) If you could mark the Game as Inactive (when you feel it is appropriate) that will help me keep a sense of my current games...unless that means you can't reinstate it later....
Skaav listens, his gaze never wavering. He nods. ”Agreed: Curious. As a hunter, taking time to watch prey is beneficial. Let us not become prey.”
And there I’m choosing, at times, not to know. ;)
Skaav lays down his burden as reverently and quietly as he can…his nictitating membranes coursing across his eyes in anticipation…watching…
All good Ladile...
Skaav blinks and nods, remembering the concept of wives and husbands. ”Puc-lee speaks well. The partner of the still one on the bed may have run from here. Perhaps many have run from their dwellings…” ”Skaav thinks perhaps we *will* find the owner of the footprints, but as Petal speaks, we have another dead one to lay down…so…which way?”
Skaav looks at the footprints. ”Yes. A running stride, definitely. But…” Skaav hefts the body on his shoulder to readjust the weight…”Why is there someone running from this house…particularly. From what you explained to me, he who lived here was not killed here, but at the watchtower, and killed with this…deceased. Why is someone, or something, interested in this house *before* the killing? And if they came *after* the killing, then, who, and why?”
Skaav waits until all is ready, then hoists Tatsuki’s body onto his shoulder and awaits to be directed which way to go…
Skaav blinks multiple times as he watches the ceremony unfold. He realises this is impromptu, but nevertheless feels a pang for home - remembering rites given for those dead in his tribe - the simple act of kindness for those who can no longer accept it, and the shared feeling of those left behind.
Skaav has seen this ritual before, though never has it been given to him without prior mercantile arrangement. He takes Castor’s proffered hand in his own clawed grip, the human’s soft skin tender within even the softer inside of his own gnarled hand. ”Well met Castor, Pollux. And thank you. It is good…to be safe.”
Skaav’s tongue slithers out and in again, his eyes open a little wider. ”The one with the brother. I see you.” Skaav nods, but not at Castor, as if he sees Pollux. ”Not following. Not a spy. But living, yes. As you are the first living eyes mine see.” The thin membrane clears across Skaav’s eyes. ”Wise you are to be suspicious. As would I be, but I am alone, undefended and with few options but to trust. Would that I could trade places, have an ally at my beck and call. But even Skaav’s tribe do not wish for Skaav to be with them. Because Skaav does not listen to old rules and tired ways. Skaav would move…forward.” Skaav finishes with a bow again to Puc-lee.
Skaav nods in deferential respect. ”Well met, feathered one. I see you.”
No rush GM!
Skaav’s tongue appears briefly, as he nods in understanding. ”Apologise not Amila. Nothing about this is usual. But, if we stay together and watch each other’s backs…we will survive.””
Skaav’s nictitating membranes cross across his eyes despite the moisture from the fog, a telltale sign he’s considering the situation. Then he blinks, having decided these apparitions before him are not otherwordly. ”Petal. Woodcutter. It is a relief to see you.” Peering closer at their burden, Skaav realises for the first time the deeper nature of…wrongness he felt since waking. Ravenous centipede…? Swallowing quickly, and shaking his head from side to side in a habitual act of checking his flanks, he speaks firmly. ”Yes. I will join you. Tell me of what you think has happened here in Willowshore…I myself have seen no villagers, nor even birds or pets…”
Skaav stays low to the ground, watching….fog. Or mist. Really low clouds? Whatever it is, he can’t see through it very well, and his snout smells…nothing. Which by itself is unusual enough. He’s sure the day after the festival there should still be much activity, cooking smells, animals wandering about. Frowning his eyes, he stands fully erect, unsure of what…just spoke. It didn’t seem particularly inimical. Skaav shrugs. The iruxi moves forward, harpoon held out as if to ward away evil spirits. ”Hello? Folk of Willowshore! Is there somebody there? It is I, Skaav the trapper.”
@GM - as and when is suitable GM. Thanks for the heads-up.
Ok, Skaav is ready to go. I chose the cold iron lump as his special item. As I said, it might be easiest for the rest of the party to come across him wandering the mist filled streets of Willowshore wondering what in all the hells is going on... I would imagine he has seen Sneakerz, but has about as much knowledge of the gaunt woodsman as most villagers. As for Puc-lee, Amila, Petal and Castor/Pollux they have probably seen him trading pelts and game for coin. He's known to inhabit the forest on the east of the Duyue River between the shore and the Gree Silk Peak - his tribe "apparently" ranges closer to Karahai, but that could be rumors. @GM Ladile - happy to amend any of Skaav's particulars to suit you... |
