redravin40

One of the arrows strikes the bird just under one huge red eye. Others punch holes in its wings.
Horrible screams fill the air and blood spatters the road.
Trying to dive at the brave half-orc, the bird slams into the ground at his feet.

GoldenOuroboros

"..Yes!" Darghon says triumphantly aloud. Darghon rushes over to where the tower and the bird are...

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Bob Biter

Watching the battle unfold, Vinoh let's out a sigh as Evenyth disappears and Father Quadrial is injured. He wants to intervene, but knows he must keep the guides under control.

As he thinks of what to do next, Vinoh hears a horrid screeching. The bird is injured! He turns to Darghon, who let's out a cry of triumph as the bird hits the ground. Believing that the coast is clear, the mind mage releases his mental hold on the black and white crows. While he is relieved that the danger appears to be over, he is more concerned about the good Father's injuries, so he runs to him to see what he can do.

"Father! It seems you took quite a hit! Will you be alright, or do you need some help?"

Suddenly, Vinoh tenses up. What if other servants of the Dark lurk near the group, waiting for such a moment of distraction to strike? He tells the rest of the group to stay on their guard, as he closes his eyes and opens his mind to the area surrounding them...

*Psychic power: Sense presence*

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Cubby

Thantos finally gets to the action just in time to see the bird hit the ground. Keeping his crossbow at the ready he looks around counting the adventurers as he analyzes the battle scene. Finishing with the fallen priest, he realizes that one of them is not around...another quick check and he realizes Evenyth is gone.

"Not a big loss if you ask me", he thinks to himself..."he probably brought that evil down on us and has run off to plan his next attack.."

Moving over towards Vinoh, Thantos asks, "How is the Father? Will he survive? Can we move him? We should get out of the open if we need to treat him.

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Pain....oh damn pain.
Father Quadrial vaguely recalls being lifted in the air and now he lies in the wet grass wondering what is broken.
Suddenly there are faces staring down at him.
"I think my arm is broken. Can anyone help?" The monk hoped he didn't sound as whiney as he felt.
From the road he can still hear the screams of rage from the huge bird as it struggles to get to its feet dispite its heavy wounds.

forgotten_dream

Gell grins wickedly, his eyes flashing with the joy of battle. He growled deep in his throat as he ran at the giant bird-- before he had been helpless, unable to deal with a flying enemy. But now that it was grounded, it was well within his reach. "You am not flying anymore! Now you am fall to Gell's axe!" The orc roars with rage as he swings his battle axe with his full strength at the bird's exposed neck, swinging again and again as he throws himself at the grounded avian in a berserker rage.

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Bob Biter

Vinoh, seeing that the group's foe was being dispatched with extreme prejudice by Gell, addresses Thantos.

"Sir knight, since I can't heal broken bones psychically, I hope you can reset Father Quadrial's arm yourself. I'll go look for some small branches to use as a splint.

Father, if you wish, I can use my power to paralyse you temporarily. You won't be able to move, but you won't feel any pain either. I know that mind mages can be tricky people, but believe me when I say that I only want to help you."

Since Vinoh didn't pick up any presences in his brief mental scan, he closes his mind to his surroundings and prepares to focus his power on Father Quadrial's spine. As he does this, he addresses Darghon without turning his head:

"Darghon! Nice shot, my friend! However, it seems the good Father has been injured. We're going to need some branches for a splint; care to join me in looking for some, or do your powers enable you to heal others?"

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redravin40

The monk bites the inside of his cheek to keep from moaning in pain and nods at the wizards request to help.
The fierce battle cry of the half orc draws his attention and watchs, quite impressesed by the way the he butchers the huge bird.
First the claws, then the wings and finally the neck.
With the severing of the neck a number of glittering gems pour from the gizzard.
This is how the cloud roc could grind the bones and armour of the knights he swallowed.
The monk is thankful that he only has a broken arm and is not dinner for the huge bird.

Bob Biter

Thankful that the monk trusts him, Vinoh focusses on Father Quadrial's spine. He seizes control of it and wills all nervous stimuli to be stopped. The monk goes limp, but Vinoh is certain that this is a much better state to be in than in pain.

"Sir Thantos, you can now set the bone back in place, unless Darghon has anything he can help us with..."

The mind mage turns to Darghon

"How about it? Do you have anything in that magic bag of yours that can help our injured friend here? If not, then we should find some wood. Also, someone should stay with Thantos and Father Quadrial as back-up, in case we get other nasty surprises!"

With that, Vinoh awaits the response of his fellow adventurers.

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forgotten_dream

When at last the bird lies in pieces on the ground, Gell stops his frenzied assault. He leans against the handle of his axe, panting, and looking down at what he had accomplished. With a satisfied grunt, Gell kicks the carcass of the large bird. "Yeah! That am what happen to REST of dark! They am not beating Gell!" The half orc squints suddenly as the light reflecting off of the gems catches him in the eyes, then he gleefully scoops up into his bag the mess of treasure that fell out of the bird. "Gell am finding shiny rocks!" Gell then walks over to the group gathered around Father Quadrial's fallen form, seeing now the injuries the monk sustained. "That am look like it hurt! Am he going to be allright? Squishy men am not having arms bend that way most times...."

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Cubby

Removing the bolt from his crossbow to prevent it from accidentally firing, Thantos sets the crossbow down but keeps it nearby. He moves over to the Father and states..

"I've set a few bones over my years but I'm not a professional healer so this may hurt even with Vinoh shielding you."

Preparing himself for the potential screams Thantos leans over the arm and pulling on the hand attempts to gently twist and manouver the arm back to it's natural angle.

Once there, he keeps the arm straight and asks Gell,

"Gell, I need some strong sticks to bind this arm."

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forgotten_dream

Gell nods in understanding. "Gell am find sticks for arm." The orc promptly dissappears into the tree line, apprearing a few minutes later with several stout sticks of a suitable weight and thckness for a splint. He hands these to Thantos, along with a length of rope-like vine. "Me am not seeing any rope, so me am finding this instead."

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GoldenOuroboros

"Um thantos, it's not quite set right..." Darghon uses his psychic diagnosis, flinching slightly due to the pain that is inflicted on his mental self from the use of his psionic power... "This is what they've done to me Vinoh, a barrier of pain" Darghon looks at Vinoh "But I know I must resist, to help is my pledge, the side of which is that of the golden dragon."

Darghon puts his hand on Thantos shoulder "I will take it from here, thankyou.." Darghon looks at Gell "Looks like you're good at improvising Gell, a handy skill my friend" Darghon looks back at the limp father.

"Ok first I'll need to get a better diagnosis, Vinoh if you could keep up the mental pain killers, it would be greatly appreciated" Darghon sits down next to the father, crosses his legs and starts to concentrate, his eyes twitching slightly from the apperance of a hot pin prick in the back of his skull...

A few minutes pass and Darghon opens his eyes "Ok, you were close Thantos, but now to finish it off" Darghon closes his eyes, ignoring the pain that has now turned into a searing hot knife. Darghon goes into a meditative trance for a few minutes. Then the bones in Father Quadrials arm seem to move out slightly, twist and then join together again...

Darghon opens his eyes, looks around and nods saying "It is done, Thantos could you cut that stick down straight and splint up that arm carefully."

"Vinoh.. could you save... a few of those.. gems.. for.. me.." Darghons eyes roll back in his head and he passes out from the pain from within his mind. A great booming voice seems to come out of nowhere... "My Son" it yells and Darghon seems to haze out of existence.

Darghon awakens in a stoney room lit with a torches, he lies on a bed of silk sheets and big fluffly pillows [OCC: sorry couldn't help that ] He gets up on his elbow and looks around the room. Sitting at the side of his bed he gets up and puts on his cloak which was hanging on a hook in the corner of the room near the door.

As the door opens a beautiful women steps in. She has long dark hair, a golden flowing dress and sharp features to her face. "I see you are awake my child.. I think it is time you met your father.." Darghon hugs her tightly and she kisses him on the brow "Come let us go.."

Darghon nods and follows her out of the room, awestuck that he will finally meet his father.

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Vinoh is stunned. Two of his comrades had now vanished without a trace! If this keeps up, this would be his shortest quest yet! However, now that the good Father was healed, the mind mage released his mental hold on him.

"Well, Father Quadrial, I think you shall be alright now. You might feel a tingling sensation at the back of your neck, which is caused by the sudden influx of nervous response. Of course, you'll still feel some residual pain from having your arm broken and reset, but it's better than the alternative, no?"

Seeing that the crisis had been averted, Vinoh stares off into the distance, pensive. What could have happened to Evenyth and Darghon? The former seemed to have been killed by the roc, while the latter disappeared after using his nascent psychic powers... Most peculiar... The mind mage sincerely hopes that his were-dragon friend would be alright, since brave hearts are hard to find these days. Then, remembering Darghon's last words, Vinoh turns to Gell, with an appraising glint in his eyes.

"So Gell, it seems our kill has yielded a great many "shiny rocks." Why don't you show us what we've gained here, so we can be sure all that trouble wasn't for nothing!"

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redravin40

Father Quadrial is rather amazed to find that while his arm still hurts something fierce the pain is manageable.
Pulling himself to his feet using his staff and the welcome hands of his fellow travelers, he realizes that they are short yet another member.
It was not a great surprise. He had been on many quests where people died and disappeared on a daily basis, though not two in one day.
The crows have flown ahead again.
'The village...caw....the village....must go" the white bird crys out.
"Go back....you'll surely die....yes you will die...caw"
"Village"
"Die"
"Village"
"Die"

GoldenOuroboros

Darghon follows his mother through a few large halls, pausing only slightly to look and wonder at all the artwork, statues and other peices of art and treasure that line the halls. His mother stopped out front of a large pair of doors.

"Your Father is in here" She says to Darghon

Darghon stifles abit. Hoping that he will be acceptable to him.

"Darghon, just go in will you" She says while opening the door for him, grabbing his shirt and rushing him in there. She walked in after him.

"Where is.. he? mother.." Darghon looked around looking at all the books that lined the walls, he figured that this must be the study.

"Dah'rawhl you old fool, come out and meet your son, you are the one that willed him here after all." She seemed to speak towards nothing in the centre of the room.

A great booming voice came from the centre of the room, emanating from the nothing.. "You dare to speak to me like that Evyonoh"

"Yes I do, so stop acting so cowardly" She turned flipping up her dress and stormed out before anything else could be said...

A slight chuckle arose from the nothing "And her spark is why I love her so.. You know boy she is the only one that has ever stood up to my kind like that.. intrigues me it does.."

Darghon grew awestruck as the great golden dragon appeared infront of him, in a space that was encircled with books. "Hello.. father.." He stammered out..

So they talked for many an hour or so. About the past, how his father had met his mother in a field and he had fallen in with intrest in her, with her spark of life. He'd fallen in love with her the day he revealed his true form to her, she didn't flinch or yell, just stood there saying "Is that all?" with a cheeky grin on her face.

"The elders knew what you were, more dragon than human, that's why they've done some of the things they've done to you." Dah'rawhl looked at a book on top of the bookshelf "Get that for me will you.."

Darghon looked at the book high up on the book case "Ok" he said... Walking over to the book case he started to climb..

"No.." Dah'rawhls voice seemed to go right through him "Use your mind"

Darghon used his telekinetic powers, the hot spot in the back of his mind started burning again... He lifted down the book off the case. Sweat started to form on his brow from the pain.

"Hold it there son.." Dah'rawhl reached out and put his giant claw behind his sons head. The pained soothed, it started to dim and the book became as light as a feather, soon the pain was gone, the book even lighter still.

"Father, thankyou so much, now I can help my friends with even greater ability.." Darghon exclaimed "Speaking of my friends.. they will have long gone from that spot now.

Dah'rawhl looked at him "Do not worry about them, you will return in due course"

For the next couple of hours Darghon and his father talked more, about the dark, about Darghons relenquished powers and of his new found friends.

Dah'rawhl looked at his son and smiled slightly "Son it is time for you to go"

Darghon looked back "But I only just got here.. Wait.. tho.. I have so much I need to ask you ab.."

"All this can wait.. you have something more important that you must complete now." Dah'rawhl stared at him as if he had no choice in the matter

"Yes sir" Darghon said feeling the power of the look

"You called Sire" Said the voice cheekily from the back of the room near the door. It was Darghons mother in a laid back bow.

"Just you wait till he's gone Evyonoh"

Darghons mother gave back a cheeky smile. "What is it that you wanted anyways Darling?" He smile turned soft with love

"It is time for Darghon to go" Dah'rawhls voice seemed softer too, as if soothed by the look.

"Lucky I hadn't started anything for Dinner" She said "Come lets go Darghon" She turned and left the study.

As Darghon followed his mother out of the study he heard a voice in his head "Don't worry my son, you will be fine, i'll be watching over you and we SHALL meet again, then you can ask as many questions as you want... I look forward to then." He could feel almost a warmth in his fathers message then "And don't tell your mother of this.." Darghon looked on smiling.

"I know he's talking to you"

Darghons mouth almost dropped..

"I'm his life mate, we know these things" She turned around gave him a hug. Stepping back his mother looked at a door "Through there you'll return to your friends"

Darghon looked at his mother quizically "But I have been here for hours will they not have moved?"

"Hours?" She raised a brow "Seems only like a few minutes to me" She smiled. "Go on off you go, they might be getting worried" She gave him a hug and kissed him on the brow. She stepped back a tear rolling down her cheek "Go on.. We'll see you again soon anyways" She gave him another hug and then walked off..

Darghon realising tgere was nothing else to do went to open the door, only to have his hand pass through the door.. "Strange" He thought to himself.. All of a sudden he was been pulled into the door. A slight feeling of terror of the unknown passed through him. He stopped fighting realising that his mother and father would never do anything to hurt him and walked in.

It was dark only for a second. Then he was falling, and fast, through blue sky towards the ground. He quickly unfolded his wings and glided down closer to the ground. Seeing his friends with his keen hawk like sight he flew over to them. They hadn't moved much from when he had left.

As he got close he noticed that they were standing over the corpse of the giant bird "Ahh the gems.." He thought to himself. He landed near the small band of new friends.. "I am back, sorry if I have been gone for long.. had to meet someone important" Darghon grinned "So what treasures have we aquired..?" Ignoring the birds for abit... "But it does sounds like some innocents maybe in trouble.. Let us quickly grab some gems and follow them.. danger is ahead again I fear..."

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Rather proud of his find, Gell opens the bag to show the others the jewels that had fallen out of the large bird. He looks slightly confused as Darghon dissapears and then rejoins them, but is quickly distracted by the two birds. "Me am think that we should follow birds before they am leaving without us again, or more big birds like that one", pointing at the carcass of the downed roc, "am showing up."

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GoldenOuroboros

"Should we not divide the gems up evenly amoung us Gell?" Darghon raises a brow "As we all did have a hand in bringing the bird down.

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Gell looks at Darghon quizzically. "Of course we am splitting shiny rocks even. Gell am not going to keep for himself. Me am just picking up rocks while everyone else am by Quadriel." Gell hands the bag to Darghon. "If you am wanting to divide now, we can. But you am doing it-- me am not knowing how to count." Gell looks toward the two birds which are their guides. "Now we am going, so that we am finding more dark to fight!"

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GoldenOuroboros

"Thanks Gell, I didn't mean it to come across in a bad way" Darghon grabs the bag and opens it.. He sits and concentrates using his relenquised powers. He telekinetically lifts all the gems up out of the bag and quickly divides them into colour and then divides them equally amoung the travellors.

Darghon gets up and looks around putting his share of the gems in to his magic pouch. "Well I think our guides are taking us into more unforseen danger.. A town I think might be under attack, I suggest we move with dire hast..." Darghon looks at Father Quadrial "Will you be alright? We will have to move fast father.." Darghon looks around at the rest of the group..

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redravin40

Now that the pain is down to a reasonable level, Father
Quadrial open a leather pouch with his good hand and pulls a bundle of herbs wrapped in cheeseclothe which he chews a bit then tucks into his check. Slowly a sense of strength and well being takes him over. He knows he will pay for the strength later but now it is important to follow the damn crows and not slow up the party.
Taking his staff in his good hand, he looks at the group. "We'd best be moving before it gets dark. Who know what evil will travel the roads out then."

Apokx

"We'd best be moving before it gets dark. Who know what evil will travel the roads out then."

In reply,a voice says "You are correct Father".
"Though I cannot say if I qualify as Evil,I do tend to travel these roads once the sun goes down".

A tall,broad-shouldered man steps forth from beyond a thicket of trees.He is shrouded in a black cloak,silver lined.The hood is down,exposing his face.The man has shoulder length white hair,his face shaven.His eyes appear to be weary.His face is long,with strong features.The hilt and pommel of a very large sword pertrude from his cloak.A heavy clunk suggests he wears plated boots.

With a deep bow...
"You know I saw the entire fight.Though I apoligize I did not assist,I must admist I did not immediately know who gave off the Dark Aura I sensed.I am Attrah...Sir Attrah.Please,put your weapons away I mean you no harm.I wondered if I could travel with your party a short distance.I like to know what goes on in this part of the world."

Tower

Relieved that the Roc was finally downed, Tower stood back for a while, letting Gell collect the treasure and allowing the Priest to be helped as well.

Unexperienced in medicine, and not quite ready to dive into the treasure as he still isn't trusted, he searches around slightly off the path for long grasses and weeds to wrap one end of the small tree trunk in. It'd have to do as his makeshift weapon.

He continued on, working dilligently, until suddenly the newcomer appeared, which quickly captivated his attention..

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GoldenOuroboros

"Good to meet you Attrah.." Darghon nods his head slightly.. "Will talk more soon, but for now.." Darghon grabs the Towers bag of jewels and rushes over to him standing next to him.. "You earned this Tower, everyone did, please don't think that you don't deserve them.." Darghon shoves the small bag of jewels into Towers hand and then rushes back over to where everyone is..

"I think it is time that we leave and go to the next town" Darghon looks to where the guides have gone. He looks at Vinoh and grins slightly then leaves trailing tower..

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redravin40

Looking at the knight who has joined the group, Father Quadrial smiles.
It can't be any worse to have this fellow along then the half-orcs or the dark wizard.
Chewing on the herbs and letting the juice slowly run down his throat, the pain in his arm is pretty much forgotten.
Looking ahead he can see the two crows flying neck to neck toward a plume of smoke.

GoldenOuroboros

Darghon eyes open wide when he sees the plume of smoke with his hawk like vision.. "This does not bode well Vinoh.." Darghon looks at Vinoh concernedly "I think we must make haste.." And with that he runs towards the town..

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"Smoke?"

Attrah falls in line with those making their way toward the smoke.
His face becomes serious as he loosens his cloak.Plate mail,charred black,adorns this man.Attrah wonders if meeting with this party wasnt coincidence.

Attrah mumbles a prayer,and reaches for his sword....

GoldenOuroboros

Reaching the outskirts of town he sees..

(OOC: RedRavi, as GM my friend tis up to you now )

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The small village looks like so many in the Dukes land.
On and two story buildings circling a commen square.
Here a blacksmiths shop, there and inn.
At one time it was a prosperous place with a clean comfortable feeling.
Now the windows are all nailed shut, there is a sense of fear and desperation to the place.
Drawing to the center of the village where the smoke is rising the party stares in horror.
In the commens at the center of the village is a large pyre. The smell is a cross between a weekend barbeque and rotting flesh.
The flames do little to hide the bodies that have been piled on the fire.
There are a dozen villagers all armed with an assortment of field tools as weapons.
From the inn a young woman in torn, blood spattered clothes uses ropes to drag the headless form of a large man.
Slowly she pulls the dead body across the square, waving off any offer of help.
With strength beyond her looks she rolls the body into the fire.

Bob Biter

Trying to remain calm, Vinoh can't help but feel a mixture of pity and hate. He feels sorry for the current situation of these common folk, but a growing sense of rage wells up within him at the thought of the evil forces that probably took a perverse pleasure in causing such mayhem. Still, he wonders why the villagers are burning corpses... Did they come back as undead nightmares, or is all this purely precaution on their part?

Wanting to know more, the mind mage leaves the villagers to the rest of the group and wanders to a small house near the town square. Wishing to get a sense of what exactly happened, he touches the structure and focuses his thoughts on it, hoping to catch a glimpse of the events that surrounded it.

While doing this, he sincerely hopes that his motley group of frineds does not frighten the villagers, as they've probably been through enough hardship...

*Psychic power: Object read - house near town square*

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Images, slicing like thrown daggers come boiling out of the house.
A man boarding up windows while his daughter watches, handing him the nails.
Parents crying, alone.
A woman screaming in pain as she is attacked by her own undead child.
A father tyeing the child and dragging it into the flames.
The images are so intense, so gruesome, that they tear at the mind.

Bob Biter

Vinoh let's out a short scream of pain as he takes his hands off the house. He tries to focus on benign things, like a tree or the ground, to chase away these horrible images from his mind, but even a blink floods him with this piece of tragedy that must have surely befell the entire village. The mind mage can only imagine the anguish these people must feel, since they were faced with this since the beginning.

Tears start to well up in his eyes. The unfairness of it all is almost unbearable. Despite himself, he turns to face the pyre... All these innocent people, returned or about to return from the dead, killed by the hand of those they loved and knew all their lives... What must it feel like, to slaughter those who meant so much? Vinoh could now fully understand the odd strength exhibited by the young woman dragging the beheaded corpse to the pyre. Such strength could not simply be borne of physical effort, but also of will. The mage knows what will can do, when properly focused, but instead of years of careful and diligent training, the inner potential of all these people was tapped by a sudden, horrifying chain of events that few could hope to deal with while remaining sane. How long had this been going on? Would it even stop?

With those frightening images still flickering in his mind, Vinoh turned to Darghon:

"My friend, what has happened here is truly horrendous. We may be dealing with some sort of undead plague or curse. We must find the source, but I don't know if these people are in a state of mind to fully trust complete strangers... Even so, let's try and talk to them, for they might appreciate some empathy at this point."

As he was about to head for the young woman, Vinoh paused and turned to Father Quadrial:

"Father, I think a prayer would be in order here. These people have seen and done things that noone should ever have to. If you could bless the pyre, ensuring that the souls of the dead can reach a peaceful place, I'm certain that these poor survivors would be more... receptive. What do you think?"

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GoldenOuroboros

Darghon looked around and concentrated and pulled his wings and tail back into himself.. not wincing any more he thought this strange. “Don’t think the villagers would like to see me in full form Vinoh” He walked with Vinoh over to the building and watched quizzically as Vinoh placed his hands on the building. Then, after a few seconds watched with wide eyes as Vinoh gave a light scream.

Darghon nodded in agreement with Vinohs’ next comment“Yes, this curse.. or plague is terrible.. and to have to kill your own family members” Darghon looked around at the villagers “Or be killed by them is definelty a terrible thing” he then looks back at Vinoh “The problem is is that most people look at them and still see their family, that’s where they usually get caught out, but you have to remember that the person that once was, ceases to exsist now”

“You are right my friend, we must find the source as you said Vinoh” Darghon looks back at the weary villagers “Lest more of this happen, if it hasn’t already…”

Darghon doesn’t look at Father Quadrial, but after Vinoh speaks to him he says “Yes father, pray, pray that good will be able to vanquish this evil that is at the root of this… And you can be the spokesman for the group” He grins slightly “Apart from Vinoh here, you look the least harmless and maybe these people have faith in your god” Darghon then looks at him “If they do lets not hope that it is too torn up.. Don’t worry if they do anything I’ll come in to help you out of it” And with that he gives the father a slight wink from under his hood…

“And besides.. I think these villagers have had enough worries for the day..”

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Apokx

Having been to this town on occasion,the knight Attrah looks around for familiar faces,someone to explain what has happened.
The knight doesent seem to be bothered by what he sees,only annoyed that something like this could happen under his very nose.



Attrah seems further annoyed by the scream behind him.
"Vinoh,please control your emotions."

With that,the knight continues to scan the village.

redravin40

Father Quadrial snaps out of his horrified reverie.
The wave of pain and suffering that comes from the people of the village was overwhelming.
But Vinoh's words brings him back to his duty.
Kneeling and raising his eyes to the heavens, the monk clasps his staff in his good hand.
His prayers to god and all the saints are long, beseeching mercy for the dead souls and blessings for the dead.
The circled cross appears at the top of his staff casting much needed light over the village.
The men and woman who up till now have been staring dull eyed at the fire where the bodies are burning, seem to take on new life.
The young woman who has pushed the headless body into the flames walks over to the group, seemingly unaware of the blood that spatters her clothes.
"Father, I thank you for your blessing but it will take a lot more then that to save our village. Perhaps the warriors in your party will be able to accomplish what we have not."
Pointing back at the inn she seems to revert to the daughter of an innkeeper that she once was, "It will take me a bit to clean up the place but when I do, you will have a place to stay the night, a good meal and some of the finest cider in the land."

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Attrah casts an akward glance at Father Quadrial.

"Father your spell saved me the time of finding someone I know.
Do you think she will explain the entire story?"


With a last glance at the pile of corpses,Attrah lets out a "Hmpf"
and heads for the inn.

Tower

Standing adjacent to the group, Tower simply watched on idly. He had already bear witness to such evil in the dungeon they called prison. It wasn't uncommon for an arrested 'thug' to actually turn out something much, much worse once already behind bars.

Shifting the trunk to the other shoulder, he looked over to the group questioningly.

Tower: ..What do we do now?

As if instinctively, he looked to the Priest, awaiting guidance.. or at least, a command.

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Father Quadrial on standing realizes that his stomach is growling to no end.
"Well I guess we should get sustanance..."
Then quickly so as not to sound too much the glutton, "For we must learn of what manner of tragedy has befallen this poor village."
As he starts to walk across the square towards the inn the monk looks back to see if the company is following only to hear a horrified cry from the villagers.
Turning he see's the men and woman fleeing from the fire.
The darkness and flickering flames make seeing what they fear take a few seconds.
From the fire has risen the still burning body of a large man. Hair in flames, body blackend and burnt away in places the once undead man charges at the group.