Semink, Bradas, Trebbits and Fadril arrive to find themselves facing a tall elven woman with sad eyes.
Her clothes were once good quality but now are patched in many places. They are neverthesless spotlessly clean.
"Ah, some new hope perhaps? I will tell you what you must know of this place and lead you to where you shall rest. There are others on their way so please pass these words on to them when they arrive."
She beckons you to sit. As you do so you feel very disoriented, almost nauseous. It passes but you realise you do need to rest soon to get rid of the effect.
"About two hours walk west of here was a village where a group of my people settled many generations ago. They were Bosmer as I am but because of - circumstances - we were tall and had pleasant voices. We were forced to flee the envy of our compatriots. In this wood we found a castle long abandoned. We did not dwell in it of course but it exuded a benign aura and made the woods feel friendly and welcoming. The Imperials came but left us alone. We were not wealthy or aggressive, why would they worry us?
Then very recently these - things - erupted from nowhere. They were drawn to the castle and rushed by us seeming not even to see us. Almost at once the atmosphere of the castle changed. We saw the trees close by beginning to wither. Something terrible had occurred. We called a council at once not knowing who or what had taken over the castle to decide whether we should investigate or hide.
Ha! They had seen us all right. Even as we were debating they set the forest ablaze and as we fled they attacked us for sport. I will not tell you of the horrors they inflicted on their victims. We fled deeper into the forest but they seemed to know where we were. And then my son realised it was an old heirloom a daedric dagger we had from many years back. Somehow the attackers could track anything daedric with deadly accuracy. My son took the dagger that night and led them away from the few that survived. The rest have moved on towards the Imperial City hoping to warn them of what has happened. I wait here for my son and to help any who wish to fight these monsters.
From the little I can piece together the leader is a strange golden lady. If she has a name I do not know it.
Now rest and be ready for battle soon. I would advise you take one day to get to know the new arrivals and to learn more from me about what you may find in the castle. Please, there are the tents."
She leads you to a small camp where there are some twelve tents each only big enough for one.
As she is leaving she adds: "If you choose to set a guard you may but your rest will be enchanted and the guard will sleep too. You have an hour to prepare before sleep will overcome you. Do anything that needs to be done now or wait until you are refreshed."
Full Version: The Woodland Castle
-Gratch- Woodland CAstle-
His sleep was far from dreamless. Even now Gratch was hunted by images of battle, death and destruction.
When he finally awoke (not that he was rested enought, but he felt some kind of uproar behind him. He slowly lifted his head, wich hurted something fierce when the memory of what was going on and where he was came back.
He saw his new friends standing with another bosmer, a bit older than he was. It didn't took him long to notice this was their new group member. There was no mistaking in the movements of this man, he was a thief. Gratch could always recognise the agile walk of a fellow-stalker. What an awkward twist fate had taken. How would this end? What would this fellowship accomplish?
Gratch saw Sonnaba heading to the woman called Fairgoth. This was it, the point of no return. Gratch knew, that this had been his best sleep for a while to come. But he wouldn't turn back.
Sliding of his barstool, and landing on his feet with a new strenght, Gratch headed to his friends. When he reached them, Fairgoth just stopped talking. She pressed a bundle of arrows in his hands and said something to Sonnaba. Just as Gratch wanted to ask what was going on his stomach suddenly jerked and the room started spinning around him till all became a blurry mass and he couldn't focus his sight. Then reallity struck, hard. The world came back into sight, but it wasn't the crouded filthy tavern he had been in a few seconds ago. A strange land appeared around him and next to him stood his three companions...
His sleep was far from dreamless. Even now Gratch was hunted by images of battle, death and destruction.
When he finally awoke (not that he was rested enought, but he felt some kind of uproar behind him. He slowly lifted his head, wich hurted something fierce when the memory of what was going on and where he was came back.
He saw his new friends standing with another bosmer, a bit older than he was. It didn't took him long to notice this was their new group member. There was no mistaking in the movements of this man, he was a thief. Gratch could always recognise the agile walk of a fellow-stalker. What an awkward twist fate had taken. How would this end? What would this fellowship accomplish?
Gratch saw Sonnaba heading to the woman called Fairgoth. This was it, the point of no return. Gratch knew, that this had been his best sleep for a while to come. But he wouldn't turn back.
Sliding of his barstool, and landing on his feet with a new strenght, Gratch headed to his friends. When he reached them, Fairgoth just stopped talking. She pressed a bundle of arrows in his hands and said something to Sonnaba. Just as Gratch wanted to ask what was going on his stomach suddenly jerked and the room started spinning around him till all became a blurry mass and he couldn't focus his sight. Then reallity struck, hard. The world came back into sight, but it wasn't the crouded filthy tavern he had been in a few seconds ago. A strange land appeared around him and next to him stood his three companions...
OOC> the castle is not visible from where you are.
The Lady Galadrags gives the newcomers the same speech as the first group and conducts them to their tents.
She adds: "Your party is now complete. You will shortly all sleep."
The Lady Galadrags gives the newcomers the same speech as the first group and conducts them to their tents.
She adds: "Your party is now complete. You will shortly all sleep."
OOC: I hope I'm allowed to choose the time of year. I made a reference to the time of year in my first post (my first in the competition) and haven't seen another reference to the time of year.
Upon arriving, Semink took a look around, turning his head slowely to take in the scene. They were in a forest, or what remained of one. Had this been summer and had the fire not occured there would have been thick foliage in all directions preventing anyone from seeing far from their current position. But it was not summer; it was early winter. Furthermore, few trees had escaped the fire with anything less than being severely burned, removing most of their smaller branches and, in many cases, buring the tree to a stump.
The sight, however, wasn't as bad as the smell. Besides the charred smell of the few trees still smoldering away, there was... a less powerful, but vile smell. Semink quickly realised it was the smell of death. The death of many people slaughtered with no hope of escape. The smell of blood, molten flesh, stomachs ripped open and many other organs of the body left with no skin to cover them. With these smells in his nose, Semink did not want to try to work out what other things he could smell.
It was then that the Bosmer woman started talking. Semink closed his nostrils to cut out the vile smell and listened to what the woman had to say. After she had gone, Semink took another look around their location. The party were in a valley, and so all that was really visible was the rising ground on either side and the burnt trees stretching off into the distance up and down the valley. Certainly the castle the woman had spoken of was not visible. There was also a stream running down the valley. It only a small brook, and the water looked clear in the waning sunlight. Before exploring any further though, Semink addressed his comrades.
"This place smells of death. It feels inhabited by evil, and that is an evil we must do our best to purge from this place. Now, however, is not the time to find out where this castle is and how many enemies lie within. I can feel the magical effects of the enchanted sleep we were told about and will need to sleep soon. I suggest you all do the same; although I have no proof yet that we can trust the woman who just spoke to us, she was clearly correct about this enchanted sleep. Thus it would be pointless having a guard. We must therefore sleep and await whoever else may come to this location to work with us.
"One more thing I would like to say is: don't drink from the stream until we are sure it is safe. It is quite possible that the daedra may have poisoned it; even if they have not on purpose a body may have fallen in further upstream contaminating the water. We must wait until after our sleep to determine this however.
"Also, I think it would be wise for us to elect a second leader, in case I am away scouting or am killed. Sleep on this and we will discuss it later.
"If none of you have anything else to say, I will now go to sleep."
OOC: This was written before any of the above posts (after Malchick started the topic), but appears to fit fine.
Upon arriving, Semink took a look around, turning his head slowely to take in the scene. They were in a forest, or what remained of one. Had this been summer and had the fire not occured there would have been thick foliage in all directions preventing anyone from seeing far from their current position. But it was not summer; it was early winter. Furthermore, few trees had escaped the fire with anything less than being severely burned, removing most of their smaller branches and, in many cases, buring the tree to a stump.
The sight, however, wasn't as bad as the smell. Besides the charred smell of the few trees still smoldering away, there was... a less powerful, but vile smell. Semink quickly realised it was the smell of death. The death of many people slaughtered with no hope of escape. The smell of blood, molten flesh, stomachs ripped open and many other organs of the body left with no skin to cover them. With these smells in his nose, Semink did not want to try to work out what other things he could smell.
It was then that the Bosmer woman started talking. Semink closed his nostrils to cut out the vile smell and listened to what the woman had to say. After she had gone, Semink took another look around their location. The party were in a valley, and so all that was really visible was the rising ground on either side and the burnt trees stretching off into the distance up and down the valley. Certainly the castle the woman had spoken of was not visible. There was also a stream running down the valley. It only a small brook, and the water looked clear in the waning sunlight. Before exploring any further though, Semink addressed his comrades.
"This place smells of death. It feels inhabited by evil, and that is an evil we must do our best to purge from this place. Now, however, is not the time to find out where this castle is and how many enemies lie within. I can feel the magical effects of the enchanted sleep we were told about and will need to sleep soon. I suggest you all do the same; although I have no proof yet that we can trust the woman who just spoke to us, she was clearly correct about this enchanted sleep. Thus it would be pointless having a guard. We must therefore sleep and await whoever else may come to this location to work with us.
"One more thing I would like to say is: don't drink from the stream until we are sure it is safe. It is quite possible that the daedra may have poisoned it; even if they have not on purpose a body may have fallen in further upstream contaminating the water. We must wait until after our sleep to determine this however.
"Also, I think it would be wise for us to elect a second leader, in case I am away scouting or am killed. Sleep on this and we will discuss it later.
"If none of you have anything else to say, I will now go to sleep."
OOC: This was written before any of the above posts (after Malchick started the topic), but appears to fit fine.
Fadril was rocking on his feet, unsure of which way was up. He felt like he was on a boat in a bad storm. His vision was blurry, every single one of his muscles were either extremely tight or totally relaxed, and it felt as if someone had grabbed his stomach with both hands and was trying to pull it apart.
"Mages... How do... How do the mages stand... this? They must be... Much stronger than they appear..." Fadril groaned. He had started to shake violently.
Barely keeping on his feet, he shuffled into the nearest tent, collapsed straight to the floor, and slept. While sleeping, he would roll onto his left side and curl into a ball, which would pull his swords under him and bruise his hip. But for now, he was oblivious to all, caught in a black, dreamless sleep.
"Mages... How do... How do the mages stand... this? They must be... Much stronger than they appear..." Fadril groaned. He had started to shake violently.
Barely keeping on his feet, he shuffled into the nearest tent, collapsed straight to the floor, and slept. While sleeping, he would roll onto his left side and curl into a ball, which would pull his swords under him and bruise his hip. But for now, he was oblivious to all, caught in a black, dreamless sleep.
[Sonnaba]
Sonnaba blinked as the remains of a once mighty forest swam into view. He shook his head to clear it, only to make the pounding worse. He ran through the old mental checklist to see if he had any major injury: nothing seemed missing. Glancing around for his companions, he noted that each had arrive safely. Frog, Gratch, and Rif were all there: each looking as bad as he felt.
He pondered Fairgoth's parting words… he hadn’t thought he’d been noisier than usual; must have been the ale. Well, sighed to himself, fat chance of ale interfering for the next few weeks. How unfortunate.
He listened intently as the tall elf recounted her people’s horrors since the daedra invaded the wood. Righteous rage beginning to smolder in his belly as the tale unfolded.
When she finished, he politely bowed the elf: “Lady, I pledge by gods, we free forest of evil or die.”
Turning to his companions he motioned to camp. “I watch, you should rest. We need grab tents and meet others.”
As choosing a tent, he briefly checked his equipment to see if anything was damaged.
Sonnaba tried to stay awake, watching over the others as they collapsed into slumber. But after a few moment, just as Lady Galadrags predicted, he too succumbed to sleep.
Sonnaba blinked as the remains of a once mighty forest swam into view. He shook his head to clear it, only to make the pounding worse. He ran through the old mental checklist to see if he had any major injury: nothing seemed missing. Glancing around for his companions, he noted that each had arrive safely. Frog, Gratch, and Rif were all there: each looking as bad as he felt.
He pondered Fairgoth's parting words… he hadn’t thought he’d been noisier than usual; must have been the ale. Well, sighed to himself, fat chance of ale interfering for the next few weeks. How unfortunate.
He listened intently as the tall elf recounted her people’s horrors since the daedra invaded the wood. Righteous rage beginning to smolder in his belly as the tale unfolded.
When she finished, he politely bowed the elf: “Lady, I pledge by gods, we free forest of evil or die.”
Turning to his companions he motioned to camp. “I watch, you should rest. We need grab tents and meet others.”
As choosing a tent, he briefly checked his equipment to see if anything was damaged.
Sonnaba tried to stay awake, watching over the others as they collapsed into slumber. But after a few moment, just as Lady Galadrags predicted, he too succumbed to sleep.
In a matter of moments it was over, Rif found himself standing with his companions being addressed by a tall..Wood Elf? "Now that aint right," he mumbled so none could hear. "A tall Bosmer... this IS some kind of adventure alright." Far more disconcerting was the fact that he had a feeling of something ending, but what? The last thing he remembered was turning to the lizard warrior and making idle conversation. Then he was here. Rif remembered hearing something faintly, as if it had been whispered at the back of his head, something about teleportation. Well if that's what had ended then he never knew it had begun. Teleportation was... well... teleportation was. Even in his most alcoholic escapade Rif had never felt so jumbled, the morning after hadn't made him feel near as sick as he was now.
When he finally collected his thoughts Rif noticed that there were more than just his companions about. Various others he had not seen in the Tavern stood around as well. He guessed the one was a mage and the others seemed more akin to warriors by their armament.
The Bosmer finished her speech and mentioned something about sleep. "Haven't heard a better idea all night!" And with that Rif found his way into a tent and found a nice soft place to sleep. His sleep was deep and restful with no dreams, he would have been happy to rest so well had it not been for his commatose state.
When he finally collected his thoughts Rif noticed that there were more than just his companions about. Various others he had not seen in the Tavern stood around as well. He guessed the one was a mage and the others seemed more akin to warriors by their armament.
The Bosmer finished her speech and mentioned something about sleep. "Haven't heard a better idea all night!" And with that Rif found his way into a tent and found a nice soft place to sleep. His sleep was deep and restful with no dreams, he would have been happy to rest so well had it not been for his commatose state.
Woodland Castle - Update 1
The group awakens completely refreshed feeling wonderful. The sensation lasts for a matter of seconds. Physically you are still fine but something is troubling your mind. You cannot tell exactly what it is but something is different. It will not take you long to discover that every enchanted item item, potion or scroll that helped you detect enchantment has been taken and those among you who knew any spell to that effect has suddenly forgotten it. Someone has been into your tent. Who? And is stealing the items the only thing they have done?
The obvious answer as to 'who?' is the Lady Galadrags but when you go to find her she has been knocked unconscious. She is alive but weak, a healing potion or spell will revive her and perhaps she can tell you something of what happened.
As well as one of you doing this, everyone must perform such natural bodily functions as all creatures do (off the thread please) and then deal with such nuisances as hunger and thirst.
And so you do - or do you?
The group awakens completely refreshed feeling wonderful. The sensation lasts for a matter of seconds. Physically you are still fine but something is troubling your mind. You cannot tell exactly what it is but something is different. It will not take you long to discover that every enchanted item item, potion or scroll that helped you detect enchantment has been taken and those among you who knew any spell to that effect has suddenly forgotten it. Someone has been into your tent. Who? And is stealing the items the only thing they have done?
The obvious answer as to 'who?' is the Lady Galadrags but when you go to find her she has been knocked unconscious. She is alive but weak, a healing potion or spell will revive her and perhaps she can tell you something of what happened.
As well as one of you doing this, everyone must perform such natural bodily functions as all creatures do (off the thread please) and then deal with such nuisances as hunger and thirst.
And so you do - or do you?
Frog
Going through his equipment Frog notices his stuff seem to be fine. Getting up he heads over to his companions, "You all ok?.Sonnoba do you think you could patch her up?"
"I'll go look for some thing for us to eat, I could use the distraction" With that Frog heads quickly and yet silently into the Forest armed with his spear. While out hunting Frog will also keep a eye open for any useable ingreadiants.
[occ. Malchik you will let me know weather Frog have any luck]
Going through his equipment Frog notices his stuff seem to be fine. Getting up he heads over to his companions, "You all ok?.Sonnoba do you think you could patch her up?"
"I'll go look for some thing for us to eat, I could use the distraction" With that Frog heads quickly and yet silently into the Forest armed with his spear. While out hunting Frog will also keep a eye open for any useable ingreadiants.
[occ. Malchik you will let me know weather Frog have any luck]
Trebbits woke and feeling more like he had slept upon loose wads of cotton and feathers then hard cold ground, the excitement he had been replacing with nervousness before they left was again taking back over. 'If we are to get sleep like this every night I should have come much sooner,' he thought.quickly gathering his belongings and making a very quick check of his pack etc he was content that all was well and crawled from his tent.
As he stood and stretched his body from force of hoabit more then anything else, since no muscle aches were to be felt anywhere, he smiled as he thought of the adventure to come. Indeed Trebbits was glad to be here. He then glanced around to see if his friends had risen from their sleep yet, but apparently they had not, however there were a couple folks up and another headed to where they were so Trebbits made his way over to introduce himself.
As he stood and stretched his body from force of hoabit more then anything else, since no muscle aches were to be felt anywhere, he smiled as he thought of the adventure to come. Indeed Trebbits was glad to be here. He then glanced around to see if his friends had risen from their sleep yet, but apparently they had not, however there were a couple folks up and another headed to where they were so Trebbits made his way over to introduce himself.
-Gratch-woodland castle-
Slowly Gratch woke from his deep dreamless sleep. Stretching his back and flexing all his muscle's he tried to recall what had happened and where he was. In a shock it all came back to him, for a moment he had thought it hadn't been real. THat he had dreamt it all, wheren't it for the fact that he hadn't had a single dream this night. O how he wished it would have been a dream. But wich reality striking, his anger soon returned.
He got out of his hut and noticed a lot of commotion in the camp. Most of the people appeared to be standing around a figure on the ground, he could not make out who for Sonnaba's broad figure blocked the view.
It didn't take long for Gratch to hear the entire story. Someone, or something, had sneaked into his camp witch amazing stealth and disabled or stolen every kind of detect enchantment spell. Gratch couldn't believe it, where it not that everyone said the same. Gratch had never been able to detect anything aided by magic. He could detect creatures from a large distance, but this was rather aided by tracks and years of experience then magical force.
He washed up with a wettened cloth, it was the only thing to come by easily. And noticed someone was missing, the new guy, Rif. People told him that he had headed out hunting. A strange fellow that Rif was, not unpleasent but he seemed a bit of a loner.
Unable to eat yet, Gratch decided that he might as well spend his time usefull to. He went into the forest to see if he could find some good wood, and if he did make some arrows out of it. The arrows he had gotten where splendid no doubt. But would they be enough? Gratch knew that he would never get better arrows than something like chitin in this forest, but he had also learned that big heavy arrows weren't always the best. Light arrows where easier to aim. And in order to do the damage a heavy arrow could do he would have a heavy bow to match. So silently he too, strolled of into the woods...
Slowly Gratch woke from his deep dreamless sleep. Stretching his back and flexing all his muscle's he tried to recall what had happened and where he was. In a shock it all came back to him, for a moment he had thought it hadn't been real. THat he had dreamt it all, wheren't it for the fact that he hadn't had a single dream this night. O how he wished it would have been a dream. But wich reality striking, his anger soon returned.
He got out of his hut and noticed a lot of commotion in the camp. Most of the people appeared to be standing around a figure on the ground, he could not make out who for Sonnaba's broad figure blocked the view.
It didn't take long for Gratch to hear the entire story. Someone, or something, had sneaked into his camp witch amazing stealth and disabled or stolen every kind of detect enchantment spell. Gratch couldn't believe it, where it not that everyone said the same. Gratch had never been able to detect anything aided by magic. He could detect creatures from a large distance, but this was rather aided by tracks and years of experience then magical force.
He washed up with a wettened cloth, it was the only thing to come by easily. And noticed someone was missing, the new guy, Rif. People told him that he had headed out hunting. A strange fellow that Rif was, not unpleasent but he seemed a bit of a loner.
Unable to eat yet, Gratch decided that he might as well spend his time usefull to. He went into the forest to see if he could find some good wood, and if he did make some arrows out of it. The arrows he had gotten where splendid no doubt. But would they be enough? Gratch knew that he would never get better arrows than something like chitin in this forest, but he had also learned that big heavy arrows weren't always the best. Light arrows where easier to aim. And in order to do the damage a heavy arrow could do he would have a heavy bow to match. So silently he too, strolled of into the woods...
[Sonnaba]
Blinking, Sonnaba stretched and realized he felt fully refreshed for the first time in quite a while. As he sat up and took in his surrounding, an odd, slightly malevolent feeling began to buzz in the back of his head. Instantly tense, he glanced around for any danger.
All seemed peaceful. The others were gathered in a group a few yards away, so he relaxed slightly and ambled over. For some reason, he could not shake the feeling of…he didn’t know what. Whatever it was, it wasn’t good. It had him on edge.
Before reaching the others he saw they were gathered around Lady Galadrags, who lay sprawled in the grass. The others were tending to her or quietly talking among themselves as they looked on. Hurrying over, he nodded to his companions and knelt next to the elvin Lady.
"You all ok? Sonnoba do you think you could patch her up?" Fog asked.
Nodding, Sonnaba checked her condition: breathing seemed regular, he color was paler then remembered, and she did not seem too warm. Hopefully, it was nothing too serious.
Breathing deeply to calm his mind, he cast a Restoration spell on the unconscious form.
Blinking, Sonnaba stretched and realized he felt fully refreshed for the first time in quite a while. As he sat up and took in his surrounding, an odd, slightly malevolent feeling began to buzz in the back of his head. Instantly tense, he glanced around for any danger.
All seemed peaceful. The others were gathered in a group a few yards away, so he relaxed slightly and ambled over. For some reason, he could not shake the feeling of…he didn’t know what. Whatever it was, it wasn’t good. It had him on edge.
Before reaching the others he saw they were gathered around Lady Galadrags, who lay sprawled in the grass. The others were tending to her or quietly talking among themselves as they looked on. Hurrying over, he nodded to his companions and knelt next to the elvin Lady.
"You all ok? Sonnoba do you think you could patch her up?" Fog asked.
Nodding, Sonnaba checked her condition: breathing seemed regular, he color was paler then remembered, and she did not seem too warm. Hopefully, it was nothing too serious.
Breathing deeply to calm his mind, he cast a Restoration spell on the unconscious form.
The Woodland Castle Update 2
As the Lady Galadrags slowly regains consciousness she pulls back from you. "You - was it you?" She looks terrified.
Slowly the story emerges. One of the eight of you had knocked her senseless and left her for dead. It could have been no other. And one, she points out, whose magic is greater than hers supported though she is by powerful sources of good.
"It could be that something affected one of you in the teleportation," she suggests. "I like to think my friends in the collection centres are not so blind that one of really evil intention could get past them. All you need to do is cast a simple Detect Enchantment spell. Unfortunately that is not my skill. I need a little time to recover. Perhaps you should check to see that nothing has been tampered with. And has anyone run off? That could be suspicious!"
She borrows a tent to sleep in.
As the Lady Galadrags slowly regains consciousness she pulls back from you. "You - was it you?" She looks terrified.
Slowly the story emerges. One of the eight of you had knocked her senseless and left her for dead. It could have been no other. And one, she points out, whose magic is greater than hers supported though she is by powerful sources of good.
"It could be that something affected one of you in the teleportation," she suggests. "I like to think my friends in the collection centres are not so blind that one of really evil intention could get past them. All you need to do is cast a simple Detect Enchantment spell. Unfortunately that is not my skill. I need a little time to recover. Perhaps you should check to see that nothing has been tampered with. And has anyone run off? That could be suspicious!"
She borrows a tent to sleep in.
[Sonnaba]
Sonnaba slowly stood, and pondered the implications of Lady Galadrags’ tale. A mole. He suspected that the Lady was correct in her assertation that this must be the an evil enchantment; as Fairgoth and the other recruiters would have weeded out any spies.
As Lady Galadrags found a tent and crawled in, he turned to the others. “We need check for evil magics. Also need get rid of any daedric items, as Lady say they bad. I not know detect spells.”
Turning to the unfamiliar faces, he put on his friendliest toothy smile, hoping not to frighten them. “Oh. Me be Sonnaba, and this be Rif and Gratch. Frog go hunting…”
He was somewhat disturbed that Frog had departed so quickly, even before the Lady had been revived. Sonnaba felt he would have sensed any deception on Frog’s part, but he’d been wrong on that count before. Besides, if it was an enchantment, Frog most likely didn’t know of it either. In all honesty, it could be any of them, including himself. Maybe that was the feeling that was bothering him…
Sonnaba slowly stood, and pondered the implications of Lady Galadrags’ tale. A mole. He suspected that the Lady was correct in her assertation that this must be the an evil enchantment; as Fairgoth and the other recruiters would have weeded out any spies.
As Lady Galadrags found a tent and crawled in, he turned to the others. “We need check for evil magics. Also need get rid of any daedric items, as Lady say they bad. I not know detect spells.”
Turning to the unfamiliar faces, he put on his friendliest toothy smile, hoping not to frighten them. “Oh. Me be Sonnaba, and this be Rif and Gratch. Frog go hunting…”
He was somewhat disturbed that Frog had departed so quickly, even before the Lady had been revived. Sonnaba felt he would have sensed any deception on Frog’s part, but he’d been wrong on that count before. Besides, if it was an enchantment, Frog most likely didn’t know of it either. In all honesty, it could be any of them, including himself. Maybe that was the feeling that was bothering him…
The events told by Lady Galadrags did indeed seem to point to trouble, if one of the people brought here were to have been cursed or even worse had been a spy all along then the odds for a victorious mission were brought down a great deal. He thought that perhaps until those known to him from the Abbey voiced their thoughts he would keep his to himself so he simply said, "I haven't had time to study the skills of detection as yet, I was to busy learning illusions." His expression held the sheepish innocence of youth.
Excusing himself from the group Trebbits looks for a nearby bush where he can relieve the preasure of his bladder and as he heads over to it begins to wonder about things. These new people had obviously come from one of the other leaders, perhaps that leader was not as skilled at rooting out spies as Esquisite surely would have been able to use her magic to spot one he felt safe with those from the Abbey as not being trouble. After all it was one of the new group that had not even stayed around to see if Lady Galadrags was ok but instead immeadiately took to the woods alone...
OOC
Excusing himself from the group Trebbits looks for a nearby bush where he can relieve the preasure of his bladder and as he heads over to it begins to wonder about things. These new people had obviously come from one of the other leaders, perhaps that leader was not as skilled at rooting out spies as Esquisite surely would have been able to use her magic to spot one he felt safe with those from the Abbey as not being trouble. After all it was one of the new group that had not even stayed around to see if Lady Galadrags was ok but instead immeadiately took to the woods alone...
OOC
-Gratch- Woodland Castle-
While strawling through the forest, Gratch pondered what this had meant. So one of them had to be of evil intent. Someone had lied to them all and betrayed them. But who would it be? Naturally it could be someone from the other party, Gratch didn't know any of them more then by appearence. But how about his own party? He trusted Sonnaba, the orc seemed as friendly as any, despite his looks. And Frog? Gratch had spoken him less then Sonnaba, but still there was hardly anything funny about him except his typical argonian walk. And he was nice enought to go hunting for them. And then there was the dunmer Rif. What did Gratch know about him? It wasn't his nature to think evil of people he didn't know, but he must admit that Rif's leaving was a bit suspicious. On the other hand, here he was himself. Sneaking of into the woods. Would they suspect him to? O dear!
Gratch hurried back to the camp. He would find any good wood in this charred forest anyway.
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While strawling through the forest, Gratch pondered what this had meant. So one of them had to be of evil intent. Someone had lied to them all and betrayed them. But who would it be? Naturally it could be someone from the other party, Gratch didn't know any of them more then by appearence. But how about his own party? He trusted Sonnaba, the orc seemed as friendly as any, despite his looks. And Frog? Gratch had spoken him less then Sonnaba, but still there was hardly anything funny about him except his typical argonian walk. And he was nice enought to go hunting for them. And then there was the dunmer Rif. What did Gratch know about him? It wasn't his nature to think evil of people he didn't know, but he must admit that Rif's leaving was a bit suspicious. On the other hand, here he was himself. Sneaking of into the woods. Would they suspect him to? O dear!
Gratch hurried back to the camp. He would find any good wood in this charred forest anyway.
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When he awoke from his enchanted sleep Rif felt better than he had in years. Sleeping outside had never been something he enjoyed and, in fact, he avoided such an act as often as possible. Still, he could get used to it if this is how it felt. He remembered the Ranger in the Tavern and suddenly wondered if the mer always felt so refreshed after his woodland rest.
Shaking off his waking groginess Rif rose and took in his surroundings, immediatley he knew something was wrong as the Lady Galadrags was being tended to by the great big frame of Sonnaba. Seeing an Orc using restorative magic was incredibly odd for Rif as he was used to them using their muscular build to get the money their bosses were owed. He had met such enforcers on several accounts and had nearly lost his limbs to the brutes. Sonnaba, however, seemed to have a softer side like he was not raised by other Orcs. He seemed smart enough, by Orcish standards, and certainly took great care in the well being of his companions. Rif started thinking this trip would turn out alright.
His thoughts were interrupted as he made first notice of something quite troubling. Someone had been in his tent and he found his items had been tampered with! "Who would have gone through my things?", he questioned quietly. He surveyed his belongings quickly and found that all were present and unharmed. Looking around he noticed that Frog was headed for the woods. "Hmm... Better keep an eye on him", he thought again and went off to follow the Argonian at a distance.
Keeping out of sight, Rif trailed the lizard while he went about his foraging and hunting.
Shaking off his waking groginess Rif rose and took in his surroundings, immediatley he knew something was wrong as the Lady Galadrags was being tended to by the great big frame of Sonnaba. Seeing an Orc using restorative magic was incredibly odd for Rif as he was used to them using their muscular build to get the money their bosses were owed. He had met such enforcers on several accounts and had nearly lost his limbs to the brutes. Sonnaba, however, seemed to have a softer side like he was not raised by other Orcs. He seemed smart enough, by Orcish standards, and certainly took great care in the well being of his companions. Rif started thinking this trip would turn out alright.
His thoughts were interrupted as he made first notice of something quite troubling. Someone had been in his tent and he found his items had been tampered with! "Who would have gone through my things?", he questioned quietly. He surveyed his belongings quickly and found that all were present and unharmed. Looking around he noticed that Frog was headed for the woods. "Hmm... Better keep an eye on him", he thought again and went off to follow the Argonian at a distance.
Keeping out of sight, Rif trailed the lizard while he went about his foraging and hunting.
(OOC: Dragonben will be gone for a few days, and asked me to play Frog until he gets back.)
[Frog]
Sniffing the air for the scent of game, Frog moved quietly through the burned out trees. He paused as he spotted small tracks in the dirt. Dropping to a knee and examining them, they appeared to be old. Although not familiar with this forest, he should have smelled something other than death… but there was nothing but scent of ash. The fire and the evil that invaded these woods seemed to have destroyed or frightened away the local creatures.
Frog could feel a nagging sensation in the back of his mind, a menacing presence. Glancing at the sun, he figured it was about time to head back. As he turned back, he thought he could make out the faint scent of a Dumner over the destruction and smoke. "Odd," he thought to himself, "I'm upwind from the camp…"
As he slowly continued back, he concentrated on detecting anyone (or anything) lurking in the woods. The scent was elusive, perhaps he was imagining it…
<Updated to match Semink's description>
(OOC: Malchik, can you let me know if Frog can detect Rif?)
[Frog]
Sniffing the air for the scent of game, Frog moved quietly through the burned out trees. He paused as he spotted small tracks in the dirt. Dropping to a knee and examining them, they appeared to be old. Although not familiar with this forest, he should have smelled something other than death… but there was nothing but scent of ash. The fire and the evil that invaded these woods seemed to have destroyed or frightened away the local creatures.
Frog could feel a nagging sensation in the back of his mind, a menacing presence. Glancing at the sun, he figured it was about time to head back. As he turned back, he thought he could make out the faint scent of a Dumner over the destruction and smoke. "Odd," he thought to himself, "I'm upwind from the camp…"
As he slowly continued back, he concentrated on detecting anyone (or anything) lurking in the woods. The scent was elusive, perhaps he was imagining it…
<Updated to match Semink's description>
(OOC: Malchik, can you let me know if Frog can detect Rif?)
OOC
Having taken care of that Trebbits returned to the others, not wanting to have such an informal introduction and with events as they were he thought perhaps they should share their stories this far to date to maybe better help discover or maybe even get the possible spy to reveal themselves. So as he approached them he said, "I thought maybe we should share our stories with each other while we settle out stomachs with some food while the Lady of the camp regains her strength." Trebbits squatted by the remains of the fire that had been used for cooking and unshouldered his pack to retrieve some rations and a bottle of water.
After getting settled and eating a bite or two Trebbits continued by telling his story of what had happened for him thus far to anyone listening. He even told them of his original deception of the guard he had seen when first arriving at the Abbey since there was no point in hiding what others may know and then use against him to consider him the spy. As he took another bite of the salted meat and a swig of water he saw the one called Gratch returning rather quickly from the edge of the woods never having gotten fully out of sight of the group.
Trebbits continued on with how things had been for them at the Abbey and that surely Esquisite being a mage as she was would have known any Spy but that this fact did not close them off from being suspected of possible enchantments and that if anyone knew or had a ring or anything that could detect such things it would be best to use it now. Finishing his story and thoughts of what to do, he also finished off his meat and downed some more of his water looking to see if any had bothered to listen for the first time.
Having taken care of that Trebbits returned to the others, not wanting to have such an informal introduction and with events as they were he thought perhaps they should share their stories this far to date to maybe better help discover or maybe even get the possible spy to reveal themselves. So as he approached them he said, "I thought maybe we should share our stories with each other while we settle out stomachs with some food while the Lady of the camp regains her strength." Trebbits squatted by the remains of the fire that had been used for cooking and unshouldered his pack to retrieve some rations and a bottle of water.
After getting settled and eating a bite or two Trebbits continued by telling his story of what had happened for him thus far to anyone listening. He even told them of his original deception of the guard he had seen when first arriving at the Abbey since there was no point in hiding what others may know and then use against him to consider him the spy. As he took another bite of the salted meat and a swig of water he saw the one called Gratch returning rather quickly from the edge of the woods never having gotten fully out of sight of the group.
Trebbits continued on with how things had been for them at the Abbey and that surely Esquisite being a mage as she was would have known any Spy but that this fact did not close them off from being suspected of possible enchantments and that if anyone knew or had a ring or anything that could detect such things it would be best to use it now. Finishing his story and thoughts of what to do, he also finished off his meat and downed some more of his water looking to see if any had bothered to listen for the first time.
<ooc> Slightly pissed off here, i made this huge post starting when we got teleported and ending after the last update, but when i send it the internet gave an error and i lost it. Should've placed it in a word doc, like i always do... So i'l skip that and get right to the last update. 
And one more thing, i made a little mistake on my list of items. the weapon i use, the staff, was NOT enchanted. Sorry about that. And so it should not have dissapeared.</ooc>
Back in his tent, Bradas thought about what had happened.
One of the group had knocked down Lady Galadrags. A spy, or someone confused because of the teleportation?
"one, whose magic is greater than mine" she said. Bradas shivered. This even reduced the amount of people that could've done it. At the one hand that's nice, because it should be easier to figure out who did it. But at the other hand... it could've been himself. Bradas shivered again. She also said daedric items were bad, they could attract daedra.
This slightly confused Bradas, thinking about this, with his staff in his hands. Was this weapon daedric? It was not made with the soul of some kind of daedra, but the blue crystal on top was found in a daedric ruin. Not knowing what to do, Bradas asked both Semink and Trebbits on their opinions about this. He gave a quick summary of the story he had told to the ghost, about how he got the staff and the powers of the crystal.
"So, is it daedric or not? The staff is a normal staff, but the blue crystal came from a daedric ruin. What should i do? This staff is one of my main powers, without it i am much less effective. So what to do? Throw it away, at the same time throwing away the best i could do in battle, or keep it, and take the risk, for it is not sure if this crystal is daedric, or can be sensed as one?" Bradas asked Semink and Trebbits at the end of his story.
After receiving a reply of both team mates, Bradas walked back to his tent to see if really all the potions and enchanted items got stolen. Glad that the staff he wielded wasn't enchanted, he entered his tent. Except for some food, there wasn't much around. Just feeling inside the bag, Bradas suddenly touched something. He took it out. Well well... Bradas grinned. He put it back in the bag.
A little later, Bradas came out his tent, with his bag. Somewhere in the middle of all the tents, he opened the bags. His hand went into the bag, and got something out. It was the purple stone. Placing it on the ground, making sure the 4 others that came here and Lady Galadrags had access to it as well. Checking it, he found out that the old stories were still intact. It even picked up his story about the blue crystal he told back at the abbey. After writing and placing another note with what the stone was down at the stone, Bradas Sorethi walked back to his tent.
And one more thing, i made a little mistake on my list of items. the weapon i use, the staff, was NOT enchanted. Sorry about that. And so it should not have dissapeared.</ooc>Back in his tent, Bradas thought about what had happened.
One of the group had knocked down Lady Galadrags. A spy, or someone confused because of the teleportation?
"one, whose magic is greater than mine" she said. Bradas shivered. This even reduced the amount of people that could've done it. At the one hand that's nice, because it should be easier to figure out who did it. But at the other hand... it could've been himself. Bradas shivered again. She also said daedric items were bad, they could attract daedra.
This slightly confused Bradas, thinking about this, with his staff in his hands. Was this weapon daedric? It was not made with the soul of some kind of daedra, but the blue crystal on top was found in a daedric ruin. Not knowing what to do, Bradas asked both Semink and Trebbits on their opinions about this. He gave a quick summary of the story he had told to the ghost, about how he got the staff and the powers of the crystal.
"So, is it daedric or not? The staff is a normal staff, but the blue crystal came from a daedric ruin. What should i do? This staff is one of my main powers, without it i am much less effective. So what to do? Throw it away, at the same time throwing away the best i could do in battle, or keep it, and take the risk, for it is not sure if this crystal is daedric, or can be sensed as one?" Bradas asked Semink and Trebbits at the end of his story.
After receiving a reply of both team mates, Bradas walked back to his tent to see if really all the potions and enchanted items got stolen. Glad that the staff he wielded wasn't enchanted, he entered his tent. Except for some food, there wasn't much around. Just feeling inside the bag, Bradas suddenly touched something. He took it out. Well well... Bradas grinned. He put it back in the bag.
A little later, Bradas came out his tent, with his bag. Somewhere in the middle of all the tents, he opened the bags. His hand went into the bag, and got something out. It was the purple stone. Placing it on the ground, making sure the 4 others that came here and Lady Galadrags had access to it as well. Checking it, he found out that the old stories were still intact. It even picked up his story about the blue crystal he told back at the abbey. After writing and placing another note with what the stone was down at the stone, Bradas Sorethi walked back to his tent.
(ooc: made a small ajustment in my lost post, forgot to write about seeing frog leaving too, naturally my char noticed that. I only wrote one sentence wich wont change anything except the credibility of my char. I'm terribly sorry and it won't happen again!)
-Gratch- Woodland Castle-
It didn't took long for Gratch to reach the camp. He was after all an experienced runner and was jet to find his match in speed.
At the camp he noticed some people sitting round the remains of a small fire they had probably used for cooking. Allthough it was hard to see for the untrained eye if it was human made, or just another shrub turned to ashes. As he arrived the mage appeared to have just finished a story, for there was a short awaiting silence between those present. What had the mage just told them? Gratch didn't sense any hostility so found no reason to fear any danger jet. But he still felt a little uncomfortable. He quickly looked if he could spot Sonnaba to ask what had happened, neither Frog nor the dunmer Rif had returned jet.
Suddenly he felt a little out of place, was he not just a boy in the middel of grown men? All strong and able?
'No Gratch! Don't think like that! you are just as able, if not more then they. You have been trained by the best and are here with a noble purpouse. Dont act like a child, for you are not one!'
Gratch didn't know if these words where from him or from his very father speaking in his mind, but they felt true and took him back to reality. He grabbed himself together and boldy stepped up in front of the group. 'Can anyone tell me, what has happened here? What will we do about this events? What will be our next step?' Gratch was amazed to hear himself say these things. And allready started doubting what these men would do to him.
-Gratch- Woodland Castle-
It didn't took long for Gratch to reach the camp. He was after all an experienced runner and was jet to find his match in speed.
At the camp he noticed some people sitting round the remains of a small fire they had probably used for cooking. Allthough it was hard to see for the untrained eye if it was human made, or just another shrub turned to ashes. As he arrived the mage appeared to have just finished a story, for there was a short awaiting silence between those present. What had the mage just told them? Gratch didn't sense any hostility so found no reason to fear any danger jet. But he still felt a little uncomfortable. He quickly looked if he could spot Sonnaba to ask what had happened, neither Frog nor the dunmer Rif had returned jet.
Suddenly he felt a little out of place, was he not just a boy in the middel of grown men? All strong and able?
'No Gratch! Don't think like that! you are just as able, if not more then they. You have been trained by the best and are here with a noble purpouse. Dont act like a child, for you are not one!'
Gratch didn't know if these words where from him or from his very father speaking in his mind, but they felt true and took him back to reality. He grabbed himself together and boldy stepped up in front of the group. 'Can anyone tell me, what has happened here? What will we do about this events? What will be our next step?' Gratch was amazed to hear himself say these things. And allready started doubting what these men would do to him.
Trebbits had finished and was putting away his things when Bradas mentioned his dilemma, then before he closed his pack up Trebbits thought to inquire if Bradas or any of them had come with rations, "I didn't mean to eat and not offer I just thought everyone would have had these things, but if anyone is in need please feel free to ask and I would be happy to share what I have." Then he turned back to Bradas, "I may not know an awful lot about things but my gut says your stone is fine. I think it is more likely that the metals of the daedric weaponry are the more likely culprit, or those taken directly from corpses of their fallen owners even more suspect." Trebbits really wasn't sure but he didn't want Bradas to get rid of his primary weapon in any case. Besides wouldn't they have already been attacked if the items they had attracted like the ones of the Lady's story?
Thinking on this he made simple mention of that as well to Bradas as a means of trying to calm his worry. Then he turned back to see if any of the others indeed needed any of his rations or water.
Thinking on this he made simple mention of that as well to Bradas as a means of trying to calm his worry. Then he turned back to see if any of the others indeed needed any of his rations or water.
[Sonnaba]
Sonnaba was deep in thought as he watched Rif head off into the woods in the same direction Frog had gone. Gratch seemed inclined to follow, but changed his mind at the last minute and returned to the group. Perhaps the forest frightened him. It should.
Taking Trebbits lead, Sonnaba sat by the fire and sparingly ate some of his rations. Who knew when their next opportunity to relax and eat would be? He checked his pack for any lost or damaged items: everything appeared fine. Trebbits told his tale, and Sonnaba responded with his own. (Original Post)
As the group began to get to know each other, he kept an eye out for Rif and Frog. Nobody should be wandering off alone; especially with suspicion hanging so heavily in the air. He wished he had suggested they stay close, but he’d been busy with Lady Galadrags. Not that they looked like they couldn’t take care of themselves: it was more about the spy in their midst. He didn’t like the questioning looks from the others that he was sure concerned those two.
After Gratch spoke up, Sonnaba again raised the question of magic detection: “Gratch right. Any you know detect magic? We need check all people and stuff for evil. Also make sure daedric items known.”
Sonnaba was deep in thought as he watched Rif head off into the woods in the same direction Frog had gone. Gratch seemed inclined to follow, but changed his mind at the last minute and returned to the group. Perhaps the forest frightened him. It should.
Taking Trebbits lead, Sonnaba sat by the fire and sparingly ate some of his rations. Who knew when their next opportunity to relax and eat would be? He checked his pack for any lost or damaged items: everything appeared fine. Trebbits told his tale, and Sonnaba responded with his own. (Original Post)
As the group began to get to know each other, he kept an eye out for Rif and Frog. Nobody should be wandering off alone; especially with suspicion hanging so heavily in the air. He wished he had suggested they stay close, but he’d been busy with Lady Galadrags. Not that they looked like they couldn’t take care of themselves: it was more about the spy in their midst. He didn’t like the questioning looks from the others that he was sure concerned those two.
After Gratch spoke up, Sonnaba again raised the question of magic detection: “Gratch right. Any you know detect magic? We need check all people and stuff for evil. Also make sure daedric items known.”
Fadril finally emerged from his tent, limping slightly on his left leg. He didn't appear to have slept as well as his companions. His eyes were tired and his hair was disheveled. He made his way over to the group.
After hearing what had happened, he nodded, but said nothing. Upon hearing of how certain items had been stolen, he looked worried. When he heard the tale of Bradas' staff, he offered his opinion that if it had been the Daedra or their minions that came into the camp, sensing a Daedric item, that they probably would have just killed everyone while they were sleeping and most vulnerable. Then again, whoever the perpetrator was, they too could have killed everyone in the group. This meant the evil, unknown 'They' are very confident of Their abilities, which could perhaps be a vulnerability for the group to exploit.
Fadril was troubled. His head felt cluttered, and his body felt slow. He didn't like this. Until he recovered from the after-effects of the teleportation, he himself was vulnerable. Not being a proud man, he asked Bradas if there was some way he could recover more quickly.
After hearing what had happened, he nodded, but said nothing. Upon hearing of how certain items had been stolen, he looked worried. When he heard the tale of Bradas' staff, he offered his opinion that if it had been the Daedra or their minions that came into the camp, sensing a Daedric item, that they probably would have just killed everyone while they were sleeping and most vulnerable. Then again, whoever the perpetrator was, they too could have killed everyone in the group. This meant the evil, unknown 'They' are very confident of Their abilities, which could perhaps be a vulnerability for the group to exploit.
Fadril was troubled. His head felt cluttered, and his body felt slow. He didn't like this. Until he recovered from the after-effects of the teleportation, he himself was vulnerable. Not being a proud man, he asked Bradas if there was some way he could recover more quickly.
-Gratch - Woodland Castle-
Gratch felt a relieve when he noticed his remark had been appreciated at least by Sonnaba. He didn't feel like telling his whole story as he didn't see how it would make him less or more suspected. He told them that he hadn't even known about the whole affair until the bartender told him (a nice fellow that was. Bit rude but stil, a shame he hadn't been able to say goodbye). He had only stumbled upon the Tavern by coïncidence and people must have seen him come in and known it was true. Gratch didn't know if any of them really believed them or even listened, they just looked at him while they towered of Gratch. But none of them seemed like they distrusted his story, so Gratch left it at that.
When Sonnaba asked everyone of them about the magic Gratch just sat silently watching the rest closely. He had learned to stay unnoticed when the happenings didn't concern him. And everyone knew he wasn't a mage.
Meanwhile he enjoyed some of the few left-overs there where. Luckily his little body didn't need much food to keep him going.
Gratch felt a relieve when he noticed his remark had been appreciated at least by Sonnaba. He didn't feel like telling his whole story as he didn't see how it would make him less or more suspected. He told them that he hadn't even known about the whole affair until the bartender told him (a nice fellow that was. Bit rude but stil, a shame he hadn't been able to say goodbye). He had only stumbled upon the Tavern by coïncidence and people must have seen him come in and known it was true. Gratch didn't know if any of them really believed them or even listened, they just looked at him while they towered of Gratch. But none of them seemed like they distrusted his story, so Gratch left it at that.
When Sonnaba asked everyone of them about the magic Gratch just sat silently watching the rest closely. He had learned to stay unnoticed when the happenings didn't concern him. And everyone knew he wasn't a mage.
Meanwhile he enjoyed some of the few left-overs there where. Luckily his little body didn't need much food to keep him going.
[Sonnaba]
Noting that Gratch’s longing looks towards the rations being eaten, and his shyness towards the others (as Trebbits’ had offered to share), Sonnaba waved the Bosmer over. “Here,” he said in a low voice with a quick wink, “I get rations you wanted.” He handed Gratch half of his supply. Well, a week and a half’s worth would have to do for each of them.
He noticed a Dumner male he hadn’t seen before emerge from one of the tents. He walked with a limp and seemed exhausted. Very odd…Sonnaba had been very refreshed… everyone else looked well slept…and everyone else had awakened from their magical repose at the same time…too many coincidences for his liking.
Glancing at Trebbits, he asked him about the Dumner, and quietly relayed his suspicions to him and Gratch. "He limp before we sleep? What you think?”
Noting that Gratch’s longing looks towards the rations being eaten, and his shyness towards the others (as Trebbits’ had offered to share), Sonnaba waved the Bosmer over. “Here,” he said in a low voice with a quick wink, “I get rations you wanted.” He handed Gratch half of his supply. Well, a week and a half’s worth would have to do for each of them.
He noticed a Dumner male he hadn’t seen before emerge from one of the tents. He walked with a limp and seemed exhausted. Very odd…Sonnaba had been very refreshed… everyone else looked well slept…and everyone else had awakened from their magical repose at the same time…too many coincidences for his liking.
Glancing at Trebbits, he asked him about the Dumner, and quietly relayed his suspicions to him and Gratch. "He limp before we sleep? What you think?”
-Gratch- Woodland Castle-
Gratch followed Sonnaba's gaze and saw the dunmer to. There was no mistaking the trouble he had standing up strait. He knew what Sonnaba meant, everybody had been very refreshed by there 'magical' sleep. They all felt as new. Hmmm....what if he hadn't been asleep. 'No Gratch, there you go again. Suspecting someone you don't even know. A moment ago you where thinking ill of Rif.' But stil, strange it certainly was.
'I don't know,' he said at the orc. 'Most of the other group had gone to sleep before we got here.'
Gratch followed Sonnaba's gaze and saw the dunmer to. There was no mistaking the trouble he had standing up strait. He knew what Sonnaba meant, everybody had been very refreshed by there 'magical' sleep. They all felt as new. Hmmm....what if he hadn't been asleep. 'No Gratch, there you go again. Suspecting someone you don't even know. A moment ago you where thinking ill of Rif.' But stil, strange it certainly was.
'I don't know,' he said at the orc. 'Most of the other group had gone to sleep before we got here.'
Trebbits wasn't sure why, but he had rather taken an instant liking to Gratch. Perhaps it was because he appeared to be young like Trebbits, or perhaps it was just his demeanor. He couldn't help but notice when Sonnaba and Gratch both turned to look as Fadril came from his tent. Oddly enough it looked as though his nights sleep had not been like his own, or apparently any of the others. He was walking strangely compared to what Trebbits had seen in the Abbey.
As he was reflecting on this he heard the questioning statements of the other two. "No indeed he did not appear this way in the Abbey, and I didn't have a great deal of time with him but my gut feeling was he seemed a good sort..." Trebbits reflected a little then continued, "Though there was... well,... when I first saw him he had this strange sense of calm about him. Like everything was perfect. Where the rest of us that had come to the Abbey had more reserved or more... well... different feelings." Trebbits was concerned now that this was exactly what whoever or whatever had disturbed them intended to happen, and after Sonnaba asked about people who could detect magic effects he reminded them he had not studied for detection due to his interest in illusion and then also said, "You know what if this was done as only a minor tactic to dissuade our trust within ourselves and each other? What if a simply spirit had been employed to steal strange things and cause us to only point fingers to each other?"
"A group of self suspicious persons would be far less likely to work together and thus be easier to deal with would they not? I have not been in many battles mind you but it seems to me that if those fighting can not trust each other it would be a bad thing. Maybe this is just what the enemy wants us to think..." Trebbits trailed off in his questions and left them to wander in his brain. He hadn't been addressing anyone specifically so he just glance from one face to the other to see what might be thought of in regard to the speculations he had voiced.
As he was reflecting on this he heard the questioning statements of the other two. "No indeed he did not appear this way in the Abbey, and I didn't have a great deal of time with him but my gut feeling was he seemed a good sort..." Trebbits reflected a little then continued, "Though there was... well,... when I first saw him he had this strange sense of calm about him. Like everything was perfect. Where the rest of us that had come to the Abbey had more reserved or more... well... different feelings." Trebbits was concerned now that this was exactly what whoever or whatever had disturbed them intended to happen, and after Sonnaba asked about people who could detect magic effects he reminded them he had not studied for detection due to his interest in illusion and then also said, "You know what if this was done as only a minor tactic to dissuade our trust within ourselves and each other? What if a simply spirit had been employed to steal strange things and cause us to only point fingers to each other?"
"A group of self suspicious persons would be far less likely to work together and thus be easier to deal with would they not? I have not been in many battles mind you but it seems to me that if those fighting can not trust each other it would be a bad thing. Maybe this is just what the enemy wants us to think..." Trebbits trailed off in his questions and left them to wander in his brain. He hadn't been addressing anyone specifically so he just glance from one face to the other to see what might be thought of in regard to the speculations he had voiced.
[Sonnaba]
Sonnaba nodded in agreement with Trebbits "Wise words. But someone hit Lady Galadrags, and she say it be us… unknowingly. We need weed out evil enchantment or quest fail and land die. I not think Fadril evil, but think we need place to start." With that, Sonnaba approached Fadril wearing his most disarming (and toothiest) smile.
"You look hurt. Me be Sonnaba. I do healing. What happen to leg?" he inquired politely.
Sonnaba nodded in agreement with Trebbits "Wise words. But someone hit Lady Galadrags, and she say it be us… unknowingly. We need weed out evil enchantment or quest fail and land die. I not think Fadril evil, but think we need place to start." With that, Sonnaba approached Fadril wearing his most disarming (and toothiest) smile.
"You look hurt. Me be Sonnaba. I do healing. What happen to leg?" he inquired politely.
-Gratch - Woodland Castle -
Gratch suddenly noticed he was gripping the hilt of his sword, checking if it was clear in its scabbert. A force of habit, but he normally only did it when he felt threatened. He forced his hand away from the blade. It would do nobody any good if he would be getting jumpy. No immediate threat was as yet present. He got up and stashed the food Sonnaba gave him in his travelling pack. Despite that fact that Gratch could look after himself just fine, it still felt good to have someone look after him.
Trebbits' words got him thinking. What if someone had really only intended to shake the fundaments of the party by causing distrust among them? How could it have happened? Who or what could have done this? Another thought entered his mind, how had the invader known about the enchanted sleep? Troublesome thought, very troublesome. Gratch decided he would have to keep his wits about and keep an open mind. There was nothing obvious in these lands.
Still rumaging in his pack, Gratch tried to overhear Sonnaba and Fadril's conversation...
Gratch suddenly noticed he was gripping the hilt of his sword, checking if it was clear in its scabbert. A force of habit, but he normally only did it when he felt threatened. He forced his hand away from the blade. It would do nobody any good if he would be getting jumpy. No immediate threat was as yet present. He got up and stashed the food Sonnaba gave him in his travelling pack. Despite that fact that Gratch could look after himself just fine, it still felt good to have someone look after him.
Trebbits' words got him thinking. What if someone had really only intended to shake the fundaments of the party by causing distrust among them? How could it have happened? Who or what could have done this? Another thought entered his mind, how had the invader known about the enchanted sleep? Troublesome thought, very troublesome. Gratch decided he would have to keep his wits about and keep an open mind. There was nothing obvious in these lands.
Still rumaging in his pack, Gratch tried to overhear Sonnaba and Fadril's conversation...
After waking, Semink had followed the others to where they found the Lady Galadrags lying unconscious. While she was being attended, Semink took a look around. The forest still looked as foreboding and ugly as before he had gone to sleep.
As Semink was looking around, he noticed an argonian among the trees, armed with a spear. He doubted that there was much large prey left in a wood charred like this, but the argonian might find something. It was then that he noticed a dunmer move away from the tents and follow the argonian. He was moving stealthily, but Semink could still pick him out from among the trees. Semink could guess that this was because he was using the little cover left to concentrate more on hiding from the argonian than the camp; however, to a less sharp eye he probably wouldn't have been noticed.
After watching the hunter and trailer for a bit, the orc among them brought the Lady Galadrags back to conciousness. Semink had not had any items stolen, but had still had a strange uneasy feeling when he woke. He had soon picked up on what people had lost during their sleep, but now Lady Galadrags told of what she knew had happened.
Once Lady Galadrags had gone into one of the tents, Semink started to lick his paws and face clean, while thinking about what the Lady Galadrags had said. If she was correct --- this she seemed to have no doubt about --- and if she was telling the truth, then one of them --- one of his party or the orc, bosmer, argonian or dunmer who had joined his party there --- had attacked the Lady Galadrags and stolen some items from some people in the group. Semink didn't suspect any of his party for more than a few seconds. As for the other party, Semink didn't know them yet, but thought it more likely that one of them had been controlled by some other power. The third possibility was that the Lady Galadrags was lying --- either having stolen the items herself, or more likely being in league with someone else against them.
Realising that the rest of the group were talking, Semink introduced himself to the orc and the bosmer, finding out that their names where Sonnaba and Gratch. They seemed odd characters, especially the orc (being not very much like most orcs), but both seemed friendly. Semink also learned the names of the other two who had gone off into the woods.
Semink felt thirsty. He remembered the stream he had seen last night. Leaving the others, but staying in sight, he went to take a look. He sniffed it, and then tasted it. It seemed quite normal. Hoping there wasn't any undetectable toxin in the water, Semink took a good drink. He then headed back to the others.
Before he reached them, Bradas stopped him and Trebbits to ask their thoughts on his Staff. After Trebbits had given his response, Semink replied, "I myself am not entirely sure, but doubt that this would be a problem. As Trebbits said, the daedra would probably already have arrived and slaughtered us before we woke if they could sense this crystal. I suggest you keep it. I'd also like to suggest that from now onwards, both of our parties keep one person on watch at all times, so that none will be left up alone and given a chance to attack our party any more, and so that each party will not be suspicious of the other." Semink then went to join Sonnaba and Gratch, and told them this [about keeping two people on watch together].
After Trebbits and Sonnaba had told their stories, Semink told his, thinking it amusing at the time. [See here and here.]
When Trebbits started eating, Semink decided to have a little food himself, and took some out of his small pouch.
As Semink was looking around, he noticed an argonian among the trees, armed with a spear. He doubted that there was much large prey left in a wood charred like this, but the argonian might find something. It was then that he noticed a dunmer move away from the tents and follow the argonian. He was moving stealthily, but Semink could still pick him out from among the trees. Semink could guess that this was because he was using the little cover left to concentrate more on hiding from the argonian than the camp; however, to a less sharp eye he probably wouldn't have been noticed.
After watching the hunter and trailer for a bit, the orc among them brought the Lady Galadrags back to conciousness. Semink had not had any items stolen, but had still had a strange uneasy feeling when he woke. He had soon picked up on what people had lost during their sleep, but now Lady Galadrags told of what she knew had happened.
Once Lady Galadrags had gone into one of the tents, Semink started to lick his paws and face clean, while thinking about what the Lady Galadrags had said. If she was correct --- this she seemed to have no doubt about --- and if she was telling the truth, then one of them --- one of his party or the orc, bosmer, argonian or dunmer who had joined his party there --- had attacked the Lady Galadrags and stolen some items from some people in the group. Semink didn't suspect any of his party for more than a few seconds. As for the other party, Semink didn't know them yet, but thought it more likely that one of them had been controlled by some other power. The third possibility was that the Lady Galadrags was lying --- either having stolen the items herself, or more likely being in league with someone else against them.
Realising that the rest of the group were talking, Semink introduced himself to the orc and the bosmer, finding out that their names where Sonnaba and Gratch. They seemed odd characters, especially the orc (being not very much like most orcs), but both seemed friendly. Semink also learned the names of the other two who had gone off into the woods.
Semink felt thirsty. He remembered the stream he had seen last night. Leaving the others, but staying in sight, he went to take a look. He sniffed it, and then tasted it. It seemed quite normal. Hoping there wasn't any undetectable toxin in the water, Semink took a good drink. He then headed back to the others.
Before he reached them, Bradas stopped him and Trebbits to ask their thoughts on his Staff. After Trebbits had given his response, Semink replied, "I myself am not entirely sure, but doubt that this would be a problem. As Trebbits said, the daedra would probably already have arrived and slaughtered us before we woke if they could sense this crystal. I suggest you keep it. I'd also like to suggest that from now onwards, both of our parties keep one person on watch at all times, so that none will be left up alone and given a chance to attack our party any more, and so that each party will not be suspicious of the other." Semink then went to join Sonnaba and Gratch, and told them this [about keeping two people on watch together].
After Trebbits and Sonnaba had told their stories, Semink told his, thinking it amusing at the time. [See here and here.]
When Trebbits started eating, Semink decided to have a little food himself, and took some out of his small pouch.
"Greetings, Sonnaba..." Fadril blinked a few times to clear his eyes to see who he was speaking to. "My hip is bruised... I rolled over onto my swords as I slept..." He looked at the group again as he removed his swords from their place on his left hip. "That teleportation was very hard on the body... How did everyone else recover so quickly? Is it because this is the first time that I've even travelled in such a manner?"
[Sonnaba]
“Slept on swords? Ouch. Hope sword sheathed…” Sonnaba said to the Dumner with a chuckle. “I teleport couple times; feel bad for each. But me sleep fine and feel much better this time. I try heal you if you want. You want spell or potion?”
“Slept on swords? Ouch. Hope sword sheathed…” Sonnaba said to the Dumner with a chuckle. “I teleport couple times; feel bad for each. But me sleep fine and feel much better this time. I try heal you if you want. You want spell or potion?”
Fadril smiled, already starting to feel better. "Yes, they were sheathed... Otherwise, I doubt I'd be able to stand even this well. As for a method, I'd say that it'd probably be wiser to save the potion for later, unless your magicka reserves are currently getting low..."
Fadril was treated, and thanked Sonnaba for this minor, but very relieving, bit of healing. His whole body felt a little better now, and his mind was less clouded. He walked to the others, and had a little to eat. After he was finished, he considered performing his daily training katas*, but decided it was too late in the day. Instead, he looked at the tall elf.
"Sonnaba, you appear to be quite skilled in the healing arts... Do you have any idea of how long it will be before she is conscious again?"
*OOC: For those that didn't know, a kata is a carefully planned series of offensive and defensive moves, meaning to emulate what one might do in a battle against multiple opponents. A kata (also called 'form') is practiced very regularly by a martial artist to perfect certain movements, build endurance, and learn self-control. Fadril has made a habit of performing every kata he's learned in a row each morning, and more than once if he doesn't feel that it was his personal best.
Fadril was treated, and thanked Sonnaba for this minor, but very relieving, bit of healing. His whole body felt a little better now, and his mind was less clouded. He walked to the others, and had a little to eat. After he was finished, he considered performing his daily training katas*, but decided it was too late in the day. Instead, he looked at the tall elf.
"Sonnaba, you appear to be quite skilled in the healing arts... Do you have any idea of how long it will be before she is conscious again?"
*OOC: For those that didn't know, a kata is a carefully planned series of offensive and defensive moves, meaning to emulate what one might do in a battle against multiple opponents. A kata (also called 'form') is practiced very regularly by a martial artist to perfect certain movements, build endurance, and learn self-control. Fadril has made a habit of performing every kata he's learned in a row each morning, and more than once if he doesn't feel that it was his personal best.
OOC> You decide whether Frog senses Rif - it doesn't much matter. The alternatives are:-
a. He doesn't and both return to camp
b. He does but keeps quiet about it and both return to camp. He may then challenge Rif on it in the camp or not as he chooses
c. He does and challenges Rif on it in the forest.
Rif will have to reply if challenged otherwise he just ends up back with the others.
On Topic
There is absolutely nothing of any value to be found in the wood around the area where you are at the moment.
a. He doesn't and both return to camp
b. He does but keeps quiet about it and both return to camp. He may then challenge Rif on it in the camp or not as he chooses
c. He does and challenges Rif on it in the forest.
Rif will have to reply if challenged otherwise he just ends up back with the others.
On Topic
There is absolutely nothing of any value to be found in the wood around the area where you are at the moment.
[Sonnaba]
After casting the healing spell, Sonnaba observed Fadril as he chatted with the others and ate a little. He knew the Dumner in general, but not Fadril in particular, so his observations were not all that insightful. Even so the dark elf seemed to behave normally, given the circumstances.
After a little while, introduced himself and Gratch to the others: Bradas, another Dumner and Semink, a Khajiit. He politely asked each the following: what they thought of the recent events, if they had any daedric items, what (if anything) was missing, and if they could detect enchantments.
While pondering their replies, Fadril spoke up and ask about Lady Galadrags condition. “I not sure” he replied, shrugging his massive green shoulders. “She not let me look too close after spell bring her back.”
He stared towards the tent she had crawled into. Keeping a quiet, almost gentle voice he asked “You hear what happen to Lady?”
He paused for a moment before continuing. “How you feel? Strange, she attacked by someone in camp… says someone enchanted by evil. All others wake same time except you. All others feel good after sleep except you. What you make of all this?”
After casting the healing spell, Sonnaba observed Fadril as he chatted with the others and ate a little. He knew the Dumner in general, but not Fadril in particular, so his observations were not all that insightful. Even so the dark elf seemed to behave normally, given the circumstances.
After a little while, introduced himself and Gratch to the others: Bradas, another Dumner and Semink, a Khajiit. He politely asked each the following: what they thought of the recent events, if they had any daedric items, what (if anything) was missing, and if they could detect enchantments.
While pondering their replies, Fadril spoke up and ask about Lady Galadrags condition. “I not sure” he replied, shrugging his massive green shoulders. “She not let me look too close after spell bring her back.”
He stared towards the tent she had crawled into. Keeping a quiet, almost gentle voice he asked “You hear what happen to Lady?”
He paused for a moment before continuing. “How you feel? Strange, she attacked by someone in camp… says someone enchanted by evil. All others wake same time except you. All others feel good after sleep except you. What you make of all this?”
THE WOODLAND CASTLE UPDATE 3
It is not long before a number of you start to feel odd. At first it is simply a little sweat on the forehead. Then you begin to feel nausea. Suddenly you are doubling up with stomach cramps. Those affected are Semick, Sonnaba, Fadril and Gratch. They can do no more than lie on the ground moaning.
It is not long before a number of you start to feel odd. At first it is simply a little sweat on the forehead. Then you begin to feel nausea. Suddenly you are doubling up with stomach cramps. Those affected are Semick, Sonnaba, Fadril and Gratch. They can do no more than lie on the ground moaning.
[Frog]
Moving slowly through the wreckage of the once mighty trees, Frog caught a glimpse of a figure flitting through the trunks behind him. His years of hunting slavers through the marshes had sharpened his instincts for danger or prey into a well tuned orchestra…yet they were none of the warnings or the excitement which would indicate either.
Puzzled, Frog continued back to the camp. Emerging from the trees into the camp clearing, he noted that everyone except Rif was present. He decided to join Gratch and see what he missed when suddenly Gratch, the Khajiit, one of the Dumner from the other party, and Sonnaba doubled over and collapsed. He ran up to Gratch as he writhed on the ground and looked around for help.
Moving slowly through the wreckage of the once mighty trees, Frog caught a glimpse of a figure flitting through the trunks behind him. His years of hunting slavers through the marshes had sharpened his instincts for danger or prey into a well tuned orchestra…yet they were none of the warnings or the excitement which would indicate either.
Puzzled, Frog continued back to the camp. Emerging from the trees into the camp clearing, he noted that everyone except Rif was present. He decided to join Gratch and see what he missed when suddenly Gratch, the Khajiit, one of the Dumner from the other party, and Sonnaba doubled over and collapsed. He ran up to Gratch as he writhed on the ground and looked around for help.
Things seemed to be going along alright and conversation was carried along between the group for a little while. Trebbits could see and was sure others saw that suspicious glances passed from one to another through it all but everyone seemed to be, at least cordial and as trusting as they could be at the time. Then things began to take another turn. Trebbits noticed the others were beginning to shift uncomfortably and they had also begun to show signs of sweating even though no one had done much to account for it. Then suddenly all four of them were doubled over in pain grasping their stomachs and letting loose with groans of agony.
Trebbits was on his feet quickly rushing first to Semink, "What is it? What's happening?" He was trying to help Semink to sit more where he could speak with him but he was curled into a tight ball on the ground. Not getting a reply that he could understand he turned to see about Fadril who was in a similar state. Before he could turn to the other two a Bosmer came out from the woods and was at the side of Gratch. Trebbits quickly assessed that the other two were in much the same condition and told the Bosmer to do what he could to make sure they didn't harm themselves writhing on the ground.
Trebbits knelt again beside Fadril. "I am not sure what is happening but I will try to first use a Heal spell on you, but if that fails I will try the cure poison spell, though I am not very good with it, I may at least get you more comfortable." He was speaking to Fadril so he would know what was happening more then anything, since he doubted Fadril could respond. Slowly he began the incantation for the heal spell, hoping it would be successful since it was the one he knew best in regard to health.
Trebbits was on his feet quickly rushing first to Semink, "What is it? What's happening?" He was trying to help Semink to sit more where he could speak with him but he was curled into a tight ball on the ground. Not getting a reply that he could understand he turned to see about Fadril who was in a similar state. Before he could turn to the other two a Bosmer came out from the woods and was at the side of Gratch. Trebbits quickly assessed that the other two were in much the same condition and told the Bosmer to do what he could to make sure they didn't harm themselves writhing on the ground.
Trebbits knelt again beside Fadril. "I am not sure what is happening but I will try to first use a Heal spell on you, but if that fails I will try the cure poison spell, though I am not very good with it, I may at least get you more comfortable." He was speaking to Fadril so he would know what was happening more then anything, since he doubted Fadril could respond. Slowly he began the incantation for the heal spell, hoping it would be successful since it was the one he knew best in regard to health.
[Sonnaba]
Before he heard Fadril’s answer, Sonnaba suddenly felt his stomach lurch: he was going to be sick. Before he could even think about leaving to purge in private, the cramps became overpowering. Crumpling to the ground, it was all he could do to keep from screaming in agony. He heard his own moans of pain and tried to clamped his jaw to stop them from escaping. Suddenly, he didn’t care what the others thought… he was in agony!
A detached part of his mind began to hearken back to his days as a healer’s apprentice:
Question 1 – What did you just eat? Rations
Question 2 – Where did they come from? His pack.
Question 3 – Has anyone else had access to them? No. Wait, someone was in the camp and attacked Lady Galadrags and stole some items. Whoever that was had full access.
Further diagnosis was interrupted by another searing pain…
Before he heard Fadril’s answer, Sonnaba suddenly felt his stomach lurch: he was going to be sick. Before he could even think about leaving to purge in private, the cramps became overpowering. Crumpling to the ground, it was all he could do to keep from screaming in agony. He heard his own moans of pain and tried to clamped his jaw to stop them from escaping. Suddenly, he didn’t care what the others thought… he was in agony!
A detached part of his mind began to hearken back to his days as a healer’s apprentice:
Question 1 – What did you just eat? Rations
Question 2 – Where did they come from? His pack.
Question 3 – Has anyone else had access to them? No. Wait, someone was in the camp and attacked Lady Galadrags and stole some items. Whoever that was had full access.
Further diagnosis was interrupted by another searing pain…
As Fadril was once again lying on the ground in agony, he discovered the lesson he had come to learn: In real battle, fighting is but one force, to be balanced by deception, treachery, and other covert tactics. From seemingly miles away, he heard Trebbits say somehing about healing, and hoped the subject was himself. This was his last coherent thought.
Rif realised that the Argonian was simply hunting, nothing more. Relieved, though maybe a little disappointed for wasting his time, he followed the lizard back to the camp. Before he re-entered the camp he decided it best to circle around a ways and perform a bit of a perimeter check.
Upon his re-entry Rif was more than surprised to find the young Breton tending to a writhing Dunmer that Rif did not recognize. Feeling a sense of alarm rising within himself he hurried over to the Orc healer who was in a similar state. Rif was no healer and could do little more than patch a wound with gauze or tie off a more grievous injury. For this type of problem he could do nothing.
Impatiently he called to the Argonian and Breton, "Tend to the healer first, he has the experience we need to cure the others." With that said Rif could do little more than watch and make sure that none of them would harm themselves in their fitful agony.
Upon his re-entry Rif was more than surprised to find the young Breton tending to a writhing Dunmer that Rif did not recognize. Feeling a sense of alarm rising within himself he hurried over to the Orc healer who was in a similar state. Rif was no healer and could do little more than patch a wound with gauze or tie off a more grievous injury. For this type of problem he could do nothing.
Impatiently he called to the Argonian and Breton, "Tend to the healer first, he has the experience we need to cure the others." With that said Rif could do little more than watch and make sure that none of them would harm themselves in their fitful agony.
-Gratch -
Well, there couldn't have been a lie in Fadrils tale, the hiltshaped bruise was real enough...perhaps even this enchanted sleep was no good when someone was that unconfortable. From the sound of it, he hadn't even reached his bed.
Gratch finished up and closed his pack, heaving rearranged his gear...suddenly, a thought struck his mind. 'Wait a minute,' he gasphed. Hadn't he had a fair collection of lockpicks on his belt? Yes, he had shown them to Sonnaba and Frog when they met. O God! He hadn't put them on the inventory-list! O no! Wait, maybe they where just in his hut. Or even at the place they where teleported to. He felt sweat running down his face. "Hmm, its not that warm here. Must be anxiety of these events,' he concluded. But as he tried to stand up to head for his tent a feeling surged through his stomach like he was torn open from inside. His first impression was that he was hit by an arrow. As tried to feel his back for any shafts the pain suddenly became so intence he couldn't control his movements anymore. He could only grasp his stomach, hoping it would fade. This couldn't have been one arrow, he must have at least 4 or 5 in his gut. But why then did he not feel his back? But he could no longer think straight. The pain was blinding and Gratch could not do anything more than lie on the ground shaking and holding his gut. The pain was blinding, all-overwelming. 'Stay concious, Gratch, whatever happens stay concious!'
(OOC: In a few moments I'll be leaving till sundayevening/mondaymorning my time. CertifiableX is as galant as to make my char wither an agony a lil while I"m gone. His char isn't doing much more coïncidentally:P I hope you will help him a lil as to what would fit my char)
Well, there couldn't have been a lie in Fadrils tale, the hiltshaped bruise was real enough...perhaps even this enchanted sleep was no good when someone was that unconfortable. From the sound of it, he hadn't even reached his bed.
Gratch finished up and closed his pack, heaving rearranged his gear...suddenly, a thought struck his mind. 'Wait a minute,' he gasphed. Hadn't he had a fair collection of lockpicks on his belt? Yes, he had shown them to Sonnaba and Frog when they met. O God! He hadn't put them on the inventory-list! O no! Wait, maybe they where just in his hut. Or even at the place they where teleported to. He felt sweat running down his face. "Hmm, its not that warm here. Must be anxiety of these events,' he concluded. But as he tried to stand up to head for his tent a feeling surged through his stomach like he was torn open from inside. His first impression was that he was hit by an arrow. As tried to feel his back for any shafts the pain suddenly became so intence he couldn't control his movements anymore. He could only grasp his stomach, hoping it would fade. This couldn't have been one arrow, he must have at least 4 or 5 in his gut. But why then did he not feel his back? But he could no longer think straight. The pain was blinding and Gratch could not do anything more than lie on the ground shaking and holding his gut. The pain was blinding, all-overwelming. 'Stay concious, Gratch, whatever happens stay concious!'
(OOC: In a few moments I'll be leaving till sundayevening/mondaymorning my time. CertifiableX is as galant as to make my char wither an agony a lil while I"m gone. His char isn't doing much more coïncidentally:P I hope you will help him a lil as to what would fit my char)
To those still well enough see, the Lady Galadrags has managed to recover well enough to be supporting herself with the aid of a wooden staff. One thing was clear - she had not inflicted her injuries on herself.
After some thinking Bradas agreed with Semink and Trebbits that he should keep his staff.
But Semink, Sonnaba, Fadril and Gratch all hadn't been feeling good for a while. First Bradas only noticed some sweat on their foreheads, but now they are moaning in their tents and on the ground. "What is this? Why only them?" Bradas thought. The first thing he could think off is that the person who also attacked Lady Galadrags poisoned their food. He would not eat any of his own food anymore, just to be sure. Hoping that this wasn't his doing, Bradas looked around, to see if any of the four was near. He saw Gratch lying on the ground.
Bradas took his staff, and ran to Gratch. Aiming his staff at Gratch his stomach, assuming it was food poisoning, Bradas said "Don't worry, i'l try to help you." A blue beam of light came from the staff, making Gratch's whole body glow blue for five seconds. "I tried a combination of cure poison, cure common disease and restore health. I don't know if it'll work, because i don't know what's wrong, so all we can do now is wait. Do you feel any different?" he asked. Because of the spell it took a while before he could answer, so Bradas sat down and waited.
But Semink, Sonnaba, Fadril and Gratch all hadn't been feeling good for a while. First Bradas only noticed some sweat on their foreheads, but now they are moaning in their tents and on the ground. "What is this? Why only them?" Bradas thought. The first thing he could think off is that the person who also attacked Lady Galadrags poisoned their food. He would not eat any of his own food anymore, just to be sure. Hoping that this wasn't his doing, Bradas looked around, to see if any of the four was near. He saw Gratch lying on the ground.
Bradas took his staff, and ran to Gratch. Aiming his staff at Gratch his stomach, assuming it was food poisoning, Bradas said "Don't worry, i'l try to help you." A blue beam of light came from the staff, making Gratch's whole body glow blue for five seconds. "I tried a combination of cure poison, cure common disease and restore health. I don't know if it'll work, because i don't know what's wrong, so all we can do now is wait. Do you feel any different?" he asked. Because of the spell it took a while before he could answer, so Bradas sat down and waited.
Bradas is certainly able to help his companion and in checking out his food can tell it has been tampered with. It looked as if anyone who had rations has had them poisoned.
Seeing the effects of whatever had been poisoning Gratch lift, Rif called to the old Dunmer who had helped his companion; "Quick bring that staff here and help the Orc, he's a healer and can certainly take care of the others!" With his mind spoken Rif again could do little more than stand back and keep the others safe from rolling into the fire or simply thrashing themselves into injury.
"I wish they would do something quick, we still need these guys!" He pondered in his head all the angles he could try to work if any of his companions didn't survive this ordeal. He found several but didn't like any, more hands meant more ways to split the treasure, sure, but gold is no good if your dead.
Rif then noticed that the Lady Galadrags was supporting herself on her wooden staff. "Well, at least she feels better", Rif thought bitterly as he stood over the writhing Orc, "Wouldn't want the 'Lady' to be uncomfortable." He was not over his suspicions about her but she was clearly not responsible for harming herself during thier enchanted sleep and her pain seemed genuine.
Whatever was to be done Rif just wanted this whole episode over so they could get along with more important things.
"I wish they would do something quick, we still need these guys!" He pondered in his head all the angles he could try to work if any of his companions didn't survive this ordeal. He found several but didn't like any, more hands meant more ways to split the treasure, sure, but gold is no good if your dead.
Rif then noticed that the Lady Galadrags was supporting herself on her wooden staff. "Well, at least she feels better", Rif thought bitterly as he stood over the writhing Orc, "Wouldn't want the 'Lady' to be uncomfortable." He was not over his suspicions about her but she was clearly not responsible for harming herself during thier enchanted sleep and her pain seemed genuine.
Whatever was to be done Rif just wanted this whole episode over so they could get along with more important things.
[Frog]
Frog glanced around at the others writhing in pain on the ground, clutching their bellies. Hearing Rif’s suggestion, and immediately agreeing, he jumped up and ran over to the fallen Orc healer. Bending over him, he asked what to do, but moans of agony were the only response.
Glancing up he saw that Lady Galadrags had emerged from one of the tents, leaning on a wooden staff “Can you help us?” he called to her, before he returned to Sonnaba.
Not knowing what the problem could be, he looked over the huge Orc for any obvious wounds. Not seeing any, and not knowing what else to do, he cast one of the few spells he knew on the writhing form: Dispel.
Frog glanced around at the others writhing in pain on the ground, clutching their bellies. Hearing Rif’s suggestion, and immediately agreeing, he jumped up and ran over to the fallen Orc healer. Bending over him, he asked what to do, but moans of agony were the only response.
Glancing up he saw that Lady Galadrags had emerged from one of the tents, leaning on a wooden staff “Can you help us?” he called to her, before he returned to Sonnaba.
Not knowing what the problem could be, he looked over the huge Orc for any obvious wounds. Not seeing any, and not knowing what else to do, he cast one of the few spells he knew on the writhing form: Dispel.
After Bradas healed Gratch, Rif walked to him and said: "Quick bring that staff here and help the Orc, he's a healer and can certainly take care of the others!" Bradas ran to the Orc, where Frog was trying to heal him with dispel. Bradas once more aimed his staff on the belly, and shot another beam of blue light into it. It wouldn't take long before the Orc could help the other poisoned companions.
The food was obviously the cause of all this. As soon as Bradas found out that he rushed to every tent, took all the food out, and burned almost all of it. He kept one poisoned item, maybe it could show any proof of who did it.
"For everyone's own safety, i suggest that when you are hungry, you go hunt for your own food. Food which is fresh and safe.
I also think it would be best not to bring any food here for storage, because it could get poisoned again, although i don't think someone would try such a trick twice. But i wouldn't know." he told everyone who was present. Because of the many effects the spell he used to heal the two companions had, the blue crystal was empty already. Bradas sat down on a rock and started filling it again, at the cost of his own magicka.
The food was obviously the cause of all this. As soon as Bradas found out that he rushed to every tent, took all the food out, and burned almost all of it. He kept one poisoned item, maybe it could show any proof of who did it.
"For everyone's own safety, i suggest that when you are hungry, you go hunt for your own food. Food which is fresh and safe.
I also think it would be best not to bring any food here for storage, because it could get poisoned again, although i don't think someone would try such a trick twice. But i wouldn't know." he told everyone who was present. Because of the many effects the spell he used to heal the two companions had, the blue crystal was empty already. Bradas sat down on a rock and started filling it again, at the cost of his own magicka.
[Gratch]
Unable to move, Gratch felt helpless. It was becoming difficult to breath as the pain searing his stomach became worse. He just couldn’t die like this! He had too much left to do! He must live!
Suddenly, the pain began to subside. He took in gulping breaths, he opened his eyes to see the Dumner called Bradas turning away from him and hurrying over to Sonnaba. The huge Orc lay a few feet away from him and was moaning slightly as he writhed on the ground. His skin looked paler than Gratch remembered.
As Gratch sat up, Bradas pointed his staff at Sonnaba and cast a spell. After a few seconds, the moaning ceased, and the Orc weakly pawed into his pack. Pulling out a handful of vials, he held them up and gruffly mumbled “For others…quick”
[Sonnaba]
Pain. This was worse than any wound he remembered… it must be poison. Without warning, the pain began to recede, and he could move. Looking around, saw Bradas standing over him. He took in Gratch beginning to sit up, and a couple of other forms twisting in the dust nearby. He hoped he was in time…
Not bothering to sit up, he dove into his pack and grabbed all of the cure poison potions he could immediately locate: 3 of them. Holding them up, he tried to shout, but it came out as more of a horse whisper: “For others…quick!”
Unable to move, Gratch felt helpless. It was becoming difficult to breath as the pain searing his stomach became worse. He just couldn’t die like this! He had too much left to do! He must live!
Suddenly, the pain began to subside. He took in gulping breaths, he opened his eyes to see the Dumner called Bradas turning away from him and hurrying over to Sonnaba. The huge Orc lay a few feet away from him and was moaning slightly as he writhed on the ground. His skin looked paler than Gratch remembered.
As Gratch sat up, Bradas pointed his staff at Sonnaba and cast a spell. After a few seconds, the moaning ceased, and the Orc weakly pawed into his pack. Pulling out a handful of vials, he held them up and gruffly mumbled “For others…quick”
[Sonnaba]
Pain. This was worse than any wound he remembered… it must be poison. Without warning, the pain began to recede, and he could move. Looking around, saw Bradas standing over him. He took in Gratch beginning to sit up, and a couple of other forms twisting in the dust nearby. He hoped he was in time…
Not bothering to sit up, he dove into his pack and grabbed all of the cure poison potions he could immediately locate: 3 of them. Holding them up, he tried to shout, but it came out as more of a horse whisper: “For others…quick!”
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