Kurn went with Helga in response to Anya's shouting.
He examines Drago's body for signs of foul play other than the obvious!
"I wonder how he ended up here so close to the village, but with no sign of Taggrik or the others?" Kurn says quietly to Helga and Stefnir.
He then straightens up and exclaims "we should bury him at sea with honour. It is right that his body should be burned along with his ship. Who will help me carry him to the lodge so that his body can be prepared properly?"
He then speaks quietly over the body "may your spirit travel swiftly to the side of my Lord Krakis my brother of the sea"
Looking at the priest with genuine respect for one of the few times since she's known him, Anya claps the man on the shoukder and says quietly but with feeling "That is well and good. You can count on me for whatever aid you may need in this endeavour"
Ari returns to the rest of the group and asks what has been going in his absence.
He will then help with any preparations to get ready for ridding the shrine of the plant.
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Perception check for Ragnar/Anya/Kurn and Jorgen DC14 (Kurn gets +2)
Perception check for Helga/Stefnir/Ari DC14
Perception:
"What's that?" Helga points across the bay. "It wasn't there when we left the shrine."
Perception
"It looks very much like a trident too me",says Ari
Has it washed up, or has someone or something dropped it?
"Let us carry out Drago's funeral, then return to the shrine and cleanse it! Are we in agreement?"
"By Valhalla, yes," Helga nods emphatically.
Perception:
"Duhn't thuht muhn wuh shuhld cluhnz th' shruhn fuhzt? Thuhn wuh cuhn pruh tuh Kruhkuhz fuh Druhguh uhnd luht thuh shuhp wuhth huhz bluhssuhn."
Translation:
Perception: 1d20+2
"Duhn't thuht muhn wuh shuhld cluhnz th' shruhn fuhzt? Thuhn wuh cuhn pruh tuh Kruhkuhz fuh Druhguh uhnd luht thuh shuhp wuhth huhz bluhssuhn."
Translation: ** spoiler omitted **
perception
"I think Ragnar speaks wisely",Stefnir concedes.
"What are you all looking at"?
"I also think cleansing the shrine first, may put us in the gods good books and will give Drago a better send off"
"Very well. Let's take Drago's body back to the hall and then we go to the shrine". Kurn moves takes hold of Drago's right arm and looks at the others, awaiting their help to lift him with dignity.
The mute sailor grabs Drago's other arm and helps Kurn move him.
To help him keep the dignity in death that he deserves Anya corrects the men, taking Drago's arms out of their hands and then helps them move the body continuing to use the leather poncho to carry him with.
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Sawrik and Freki approach the group they have a variety of weapons. All have been kept clean and dry in furs. All glisten ready to be used.
"These are for now. I want them back once the shrine is clear. They are not yours, they are not mine, they belong to Lord Bombur and his son. Should the stones prove true and you help the village a good deal then who knows what may happen."
[ooc]There are two greataxes, two longspears, two battleaxes and a pair of wooden shields, each with the symbol of a wavy serpent at sea."
The one-eyed bard fixes his eye on Kurn, "good luck, priest. The omens are good for today."
Kurn
"Thank you" says Kurn to the Bard. He then turns to Freki and anybody else with a free hand "bring the weapons to the hall. We will equip ourselves there." As the party walks along, "I'm a sailor not a warrior, so how do you think we should deal with clearing the shrine from a tactical point of view" Kurn looks mainly at Stefnir as party leader and Anya as our fine warrior.
"I am no warrior, but I can tell you this: if you wish to assail a plant you must hew the stem and not the branch. We need to identify that part and cut it asunder to kill it."
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"No." Sawrik shakes his head. "The Hall belongs to Lord Mercik and he is busy with Tavnia at the moment. Decide who gets what now. Then take a boat."
There are still three boats and a couple of coracles, despite the sudden mist there are still three old men and one woman repairing their nets. One was the slightly deaf man that helped Kurn before.
Ragnar picks up a battleaxe and makes his tactical recommendations without being invited.
"Uhn-yuh 'n muh shuhld guh uhn fruhn', kuhp uht's uhttuhnshn. Kuhn 'n Stfnuh huhng buhck wuhth Huhguh, yuhz yuh muhguhk uh thuh spuhs. Uhruh cuhn cuhcle ruhn buhck 'n guht th' vuhnuhble suhd."
Translation:
"... uhn Yuhguhn cuhn kuhp pruhzuh uhn uht uht ruhnge uh wuhth uh spuh.", he continues after a pause.
Translation:
"I have this," Helga strings her bow. "Let us go."
"No." Sawrik shakes his head. "The Hall belongs to Lord Mercik and he is busy with Tavnia at the moment. Decide who gets what now. Then take a boat."
There are still three boats and a couple of coracles, despite the sudden mist there are still three old men and one woman repairing their nets. One was the slightly deaf man that helped Kurn before.
Kurn looks at Sawrik in disbelief. "So you will be looking after Drago's body until we return then? With respect, we can't be in two places at once Sawrik!" Kurn sighs and says to the party "ok, lower Drago to the ground and choose your weapons as requested" Kurn then moves to the old deaf man "Can you help us get back to the shrine again please? There could be up to eight of us this time"
"Let's place Drago's body on the ship, Kurn," Helga heads off a possible disagreement. "Saorise can watch over him there."
Ari will take a greataxe as his strength will be of good use in killing the plant.
"The voice of reason yet again Helga". Kurn smiles at Helga.
Anay merely nods her head at the other's 'war' plans, after all, how difficult could it possibly be to kill a plant. She even had the thought of simply volunteering to do the job herself but the others seemed, understandably, excited at the chance for some action, however slim or pitiful it might be. Plus also perhaps some small voice of caution warns the fearless barbarian lass that her sister would not likely be so concerned for naught.
Regardless, Anya grabs the other greataxe, as she had always admired the weapon and enjoyed the deadly feel of it the few tines she had been able to try it out, but at the same time she makes very sure to also place her fine longspear in the bottom of the boat as well.
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Saorise takes the body on the deck. She looks happy with the suggestion of Helga, but then so does Sawrik.
The deaf old man listens to Kurn and squints to help him concentrate then he shouts back, "eight! No, you know ships or are you a landsman? Eight! Some go in another boat with Javvig. And watch those spears. This is a fishing boat not a longship."
Gradually the deaf old man and Javvig load up the party into their vessels, Ragnar, Helga, Ari, and Kurn. Freki steps forwards, "I can fight let be come," he adds looking at Anya.
"Of course" Anya says, as with genuine affection she claps the big man on the shoukder "another strong arm is always welcome. To be honest I don't know how much we'll need it against some silly plant, but come, come."
"And you better keep and eye on the three lads for us!" She adds, glaring at the one eyed bard
Stefnir is troubled at the idea of this man-eating plant, and nervous about entering the shrine, but realizes this is something he must do. he will grab the remaining longspear, and follow the rest to the shrine.
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Sawrik has walked off after his orders are given. He doesn't even notice Anya. Soon everyone is shuttled across to the stony beach.
Indeed there is a whitewood trident with glistening silver prongs lying there. The morning light shows up the droplets of seawater and it could be surrounded by piles of natural seaweed.
The doorway beckons.....
Equipping himself with one of the longspears Jorgen nods, a resolute lookin his stone grey eyes as the group prepares to face the monster. He seems at ease as if in his natural element facing such a creature.
Ari plants his feet firmly into the pebbles on the beach, glad to be on dry land again.
He is paying close attention to the trident and its surroundings.
Perception
"I have a feeling, Kurn, that the trident is for you to use," Helga remarks, not touching the item.
Kurn crouches down and gently touches the trident. If nothing nasty happens he will pick it up and lead the party into the shrine.
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If anything, the trident brightens at Kurn's touch. When he picks it up, the three points glitter.
Ari notices that the trident leaves a hand sized and shaped frond of seaweed that drops away in a heap as Kurn takes the weapon.
Kurn
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The deaf old man waits by his boat. Javvig goes over and talks to him, soon the two women on their coracles bring their pipes too and they chatter about the excitement of today. Javvig mentions missing Tormin, that morning. Perhaps his cough had gotten worse?
Meanwhile across the cove, there seems to be lots of people outside their longhouses at work or at least giving that impression. The children are openly stood in clumps on each rise watching.
Again the stones crunch underfoot as Kurn heads into the shadowy tunnel. As he enters, the first twenty feet or so seem the same.
Addressing the party, Ari says,"I believe this is where my skills may come into their own. If someone will back me up with some light, I could go in first, What say you all?"
Addressing the party, Ari says,"I believe this is where my skills may come into their own. If someone will back me up with some light, I could go in first, What say you all?"
"Yuh. Uh'll buhck yuh up."
Ragnar will follow second, either with a dagger in his off-hand or a torch.Initiative:
Helga sings a snatch of song and a quartet of glowing globes of light bob and dance ahead of the party into the shrine.
"Good enough?" she asks with a grin.
Helga will hang well back in the marching order, bow ready.
Ari draws his greataxe and steathily moves into the shrine, waiting for Ragnar to follow with a torch.
Stealth Check
Tripping on some loose gravel on the way in.
Initiative
Stefnir will position himself in the middle of the party, so he can send his support either way.
initiative
Initiative:
Distracted for a moment by the throng on the opposite side of the harbour, still wondering why everyone seems so excited about a damn plant, Anya misses being able to enter first into the shrine and grunts her displeasure at herself. Moving quickly though she catches up to be either directly beside or behind Ragnar, her axe at the ready, out of long habit more than any thought of real need.
Kurn stops and addresses the party." Does anybody have any thing of value to place on the alter as a gift, as my Lord Krakis will expect tribute? Don't touch anything in the shrine please, well expect anything that may attack us!" he chuckles grimly. "Ari you are right, we need light and I think you should scout ahead slightly. The rest of us will be right behind you".
"I already gave all the silver I have, Kurn," Helga replies.
Jorgen is silent as he makes his way, taking up a rear guard position.