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Edgar flies off looking for a suitable place to camp,
while Peter and Ravn help Selina on to one of the mules that Kerim seems
to be guarding so jealously. A few moments later the rest of the party
are gathered around and ready to set off. Tired and dispirited by the recent turn of events, every one moves of slowly along the path they were originally travelling. Before long Edgar returns, not with news of a cave, but with news of a reasonable place to camp some distance from the track, and worse news, that he has found the bodies of Correlan and one of the dogheads. About 800 yards past the site of the original ambush you find the bodies laying almost side by side, blood splattered around and plants trampled. Another few hundred yards on, Edgar indicates a gap between the bushes, and the party find them selves in a defensible clearing surrounded by thorn bushes, with a small rill of a streaming flowing close by. |
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The crime scene [edit] [delete] Rolf |
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When Edgar makes his report, Rolf's eyes close in reaction
at hearing of the death of Correlan. It takes him a moment to let out a
deep sigh and open pain-ridden eyes. "Thank you." He says to
his feathered friend. Setting a slow pace, he leads the way back down the trail, his eyes roaming the bushes in fear of another attack. It's almost a relief reaching Correlan's body. He gives orders to search the area for anything of use. When it comes to the elf's body, he looks around. "Does anyone know the proper rites for his people?" |
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Natives? Mongrels? [edit] [delete] Amok |
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When Meeleek asks about the dogheads (mongrels), Amok
reacts with some fear and distaste. "Filti
Beezts! MonGrels baad! Manni MonGrels haff dae, that wae!"
he says, pointing back down the way from whence the adventurers had
come. Then asked about a cave, campsite or cover, Amok says more calmly, "Amok, manni daes fruum ome. The Cheokanne, The People liiv baak to da Hilllls. Maebee plaases dat wae." he points in a direction away from they track. As Edgar returns from his search Amok grows quiet. He is perfectly willing to follow along, enjoying the safety of mumbers, and the companionship, after being stranded so far from home. As the group approach the dead bodies of their friend and yet another doghead, Amok stands back. If doing anything, he watches the mules while the others gather near their departed friend, Corellon. (OOC: HA! Kerim, never heard of the " Angry Beaver Show." Sounds Whacky! That'll do, HA! Actually I'm going for a kind of broken, misspelled English (Common). Please report anything completely indecipherable. And hey, some of the misspellings may be for real, HA!) |
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Leave it to rot! [edit] [delete] Callum mac Aonghas |
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Callum stops to bind his leg and then limps along behind the party. When he sees Corellon's body he shrinks back, refusing to go near it. "We should be away from here, afore his kin come to claim the body. Leave it be - you'll not want to be interfering with a sidhe, dead or alive. It's probably not even dead, it'll be some faery trick to trap us and steal our souls. Come on, let's away!" and he hurries past, not looking at the body. |
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Funeral ... [edit] [delete] Peter Gasgano |
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peter walks along side the nule thelping to support
Selina. he staggers occasionally as they set off but seems to grow
slightly stronger as they mach, almost as if som einner strength is
strting to return. When Rolf stops by the body of Correllon and asks about funeral rites, he replies softly, his voice still sounding tired ... "As far as I am aware, its important to celebrate his life - some times they are buried, sometimes burned - I am not sure what Corellon would have wanted. I never spoke to him about death. Its not really the done thing with Elves" he replies as he looks sadly at the body of this newly lost companion. |
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Leave it be... [edit] [delete] Ravn Ashengrey |
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With a slow nod, Ravn shows his agreement with the big
Celt. "Take heed, Constable! I see in your eye that the faerie spell is yet again about to soften your heart and lead you astray." The Runecaster regards Rolf in a hard tone. "I told you before and I'll tell you again - do not let your clarity of purpose be clouded by a weak gut. This may be a faerie trick - or it may not be one. It is not important. What is important is that we are few, weakened and detected by our foes." "Peter speaks of burial and bonfires. He is, I realize, well scholared - but take not his answer for counsel on which action to undertake, for neither way, proper rite or not, is madness! Should we dally here, digging holes and holding rites - halfbaked ones, for we do not know them properly and so run the risk of adding his godly patrons to our list of adversaries - for one whose folly, not bravery nor wit, led to his demise? Or better still, should we set a pyre here and summon every single man-eating doghead to the feast? Nay, I say - 'twould be an even greater folly! Leave this faerie trickster's corpse to whatever gods he heeds to and let us away lest we share his follied fate." A short breath, then: "I know a little of faeries, too. If this one be, indeed, a true descendant of the Vanir then his body should be allowed to return to the fabric of Yggdrasil from whence it came, by way of the crows and worms, or Frey's and Uller's wrath will strike us." Ravn pauses and lets his temper cool before concluding in a very determined voice. "Now, we shall continue to the campsite to tend to those still with us in Midgard and not worry about those who have passed beyond the Bifrost, may Odin guide our way and Thor protect us." |
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Outburst [edit] [delete] Meeleek El'Wakhad |
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As Callum and Ravn make their remarks about Correlon's
body, Meeleek's face takes on a look of horror and disbelief. As he
traveled with the elf from the mainland, the young mage has come to know
him and consider him a friend. "Such stupid, ignorant, superstitious babble I have never heard even from the poor old women that have nothing better to do than fear their own shadow and tell stories of what they can not understand!" He almost shouts at the two. "And you, Ravn, a man of spirit and holiness! He was out companion and you wish to leave him here for the wild beast to feast on! What should we do with you body when you demise- hang from the tree so the vultures can 'unit' you with the world?” Then, realizing everybody is staring at him, the quiet young man falls silent, and bends over the fallen elf to close his eyes and cover his wounds. |
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Now wait a minute [edit] [delete] Elsbeth |
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** EDITED July 10, 2002, 10:35 am ** Elsbeth, still a bit unsteady, frowns at the words about her. "I'd never leavin' one to be eaten by worms!" she states firmly. "Ravn, you're not the Warden, and ye might be rememberin' that! And if ye be havin' a problem rememberin' that, then ye will be fightin' me o'er it!" She moves over by Meeleek. "If the rest of ye want to be movin' along, then do so. But fairy folk or not, he deserves to be sent to his gods with honor, not left for the dogs! And I'll say words if no one else will." |
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cover up [edit] [delete] Selina |
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OOC: The following assumes Selina is astride the mule. Fading in and out of awareness atop the mule, Selina's head jerks up at the shouting, and her eyes open wide with pain as she takes in the scene. She looks at the elvling and her head drops a minute. She coughs, and struggles to look up. Her face is flecked with red, the shining bright color streaking her lips and her chin, whirls of it splattered against her throat and half-bared chest still covered with sickly black sores and dark purple welts. She looks at each of the arguers in this manner while her hands cling to the binds for balance. She coughs again, and blood spurts forth from between her closed lips. She takes a cloth from somewhere and wipes feebly at her face, struggling for breath. "Bury him, quickly." she manages, strength in her voice coming from no where," If only to remove his scent from the air. No rites, for his gods will look after him, if they love him. If you leave his body here, openly, then the beasts will have one more clue, and the scent of my blood and the mules is bad enough. While your at it, bury me as well, for I am almost finished" She smiles at this, the pain in her eyes replaced with a look that one expects after hearing some funny childish joke. She drops her head again and begins to shake, although from coughing.... or laughter? |
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Try this again [edit] [delete] Elsbeth |
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Elsbeth pales as she sees how bad off Selina is. She looks
again at the body. "Aye, bury him. T'would only be right." She moves over to Selina. "And we'll not bury ye 'till ye be needin' it," she tells her gently. She whispers a few words, taking the edge of her skirt to wipe the blood from the woman's face. Cure Light Wounds |
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Cure Light Wounds [edit] [delete] Admin |
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Elsbeths spell is worth 3hp back for Selina.
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yes ... [edit] [delete] Peter Gasgano |
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Seeing Elsbeth has start attending Selina, Peter smiles
slightly - happy that he is no longer responsible for the quiet girls
health. "I can't see what's wrong with her ..." he comments to Elsbeth. "Just a few bruises left ..." he adds as he removes his shield and places it caefully on the other mule. "Shall I look for somewhere to dig" he asks Rolf as he prepares to move off of the path. |
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Reacting quickly, [edit] [delete] Selina |
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Selina reaches out and grabs Elsbeth, by the shoulder, her
bloodstained face surrounding pale wide eyes that narrow as she feels
energy flow into her. Her mouth is curved, either in a grimace or in a
strange smile, her teeth are reddened with her own blood, and she stares
at Elsbeth, trembling. The seconds pass as she stares at Elsbeth, the
expression frozen on her face. She chokes back a sound, but is over come
by the effort, as tears spill from her eyes. Leaning back, she jerks away from Elsbeth and lets her head fall back, tears streaking trails through the caked blood on her cheeks as she chokes back the sound.... |
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Caring [edit] [delete] Elsbeth |
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"Its alright, Lass," Elsbeth whispers, helping
support Selina's head. "We'll make you right, ye have my
word." Her eyes reflect pity as she regards the injured woman. She
remembers the last woman she cared for who, thank the gods, was never
this hurt. The druid looks carefully to see if she can recognize anything else wrong (healing check) and to see if there might be an herbal remedy for Selina. "Ye just rest easy," she continues gently. "Does it hurt inside?" |
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Constable's Call [edit] [delete] Rolf |
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Rolf allows just about everyone a chance to have his or
her say as to the handling of Corellon's body as he searches the slain
doghead's body. After hearing suggestions from ignoring the body and
moving on to taking the time to bury or burn it, Rolf makes a decision. "It goes against my grain to leave the body as is, but it is true that we should not long tarry here. After all, we know that the dogheads were here not long ago. So, the only option I see is that we take the body with us and bury it at our campsite. Kerim, Meeleek, please find him a place on the mules. Callum, Ravn, please follow behind from here, I think it more likely the dogheads will strike from behind instead of in front. Also, see to our tracks." "Peter, Kerim, please see to the mules. Elsbeth, Mandrake, keep an eye on Selina. Yuri, Amok, take the lead." Rolf falls in directly behind Yuri and Amok. "Edgar, which way was your camp site?" |
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Looking at Elsbeth [edit] [delete] Selina |
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Selina can no longer hold back the sound as she leans
forward, the tears and blood on her face, she takes a deep breath and
laughs, a sound that bursts from her like a shot, a twisted gut rolling
howling laugh, full of mockery and bitterness. She points a shaking bent finger at Elsbeth, and continues laughing, her voiced crackling with cruelty and pain. She gasps for breath and giggles as her face tears over. The laughter grows weaker, but it does not stop, just gets reaspier and more twisted, less human and more otherworldly. |
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Ok ... [edit] [delete] Peter Gasgano |
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Peter nods at Rolf's decision and start back towards the
Mules as Selina's horrific laugh cuts through the air. He stops for a moment as his face pales to an almost deathly white, and then trembling slightly heads to collect his shield from the mule. |
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Wary... but determined [edit] [delete] Elsbeth |
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Her expression unchanging, Elsbeth's face pales as well.
She does not move from Selina, nor take her hand away. Instead, her free
hand goes to the sprig of mistletoe about her throat. "Selina," she whispers, very softly, meeting the woman's eyes. "You've got to let me help ye. An' the only way is to tell me what is going on..." |
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A doomed discourse [edit] [delete] Ravn Ashengrey |
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[Meeleek] "What should we do with you body when you
demise- hang from the tree so the vultures can 'unit' you with the
world?” Unnervingly calm, Ravn turns to answer Meeleek's outburst. "In fact, Southerner, that is exactly what I would like that the Gray Wanderer's eye may fall favorably upon my eventual passage. And don't forget to run my spear through me, either - nine days is a long time if you are only hanging by your neck and I would not want to drop before I were truly ripe!" The smile on his face is genuine yet at the same time unpleasantly cool. "But such rites are not befitting of any but Gray-Beard's select few and those chosen to appease his bidding, as is the custom in the North where nine by nine by nine are strung from the highest branches in his name. And none of them faeries, for Vanirkin sit at Asgard's borders - not at Odin's table in Valhalla." [Elsbeth] "Ravn, you're not the Warden, and ye might be rememberin' that! And if ye be havin' a problem rememberin' that, then ye will be fightin' me o'er it! If the rest of ye want to be movin' along, then do so. But fairy folk or not, he deserves to be sent to his gods with honor, not left for the dogs! And I'll say words if no one else will." "And so you have," Ravn mutters through grinding teeth, thinking to himself: The poor woman's mind must still be tortured by her loss of sanity - fight her? A woman? Proving what, exactly? If I were to dispute the Wardenship then it would surely be the Warden I should best - not a heathen witch!?! Ravn, his smile now vanished, shakes his head sadly for the obviously distressed Meelek and the just as obviously mentally strained Elsbeth - more poor souls caught by the faerie spell. He watches the druidess' seemingly fruitless efforts at healing Selina, a macabre scene that suggests to him only that the ill fortune brought upon them is now being further worsened by their gods' disfavor. Not that he counted too much on their boonful intervention, anyway. He casts the notion aside and makes another observation on the nature of elves. "Pyres are for kings and graves are for thralls. The elf was neither - but merely a creature of mist now returned to the haze that bred him. Do you mourn the dew at sunrise? Do you weep for snow in spring? The elf's passing was as natural as his coming for he was but a lyktgubbe, a phantom of mist and faerie fire sent by Loke to lead us astray. And it worked, too, his charms still clouding our judgement." Something in the Runecaster's voice more than suggests that he is referring to everyone's judgement but his own, of course. But it is about to get worse: Just then, Rolf returns from searching the doghead corpse and Ravn listens to the Constable's decision with a sarcastic smile that gradually turns into a look of disbelief when he hears the plan. [Rolf] "It goes against my grain to leave the body as is, but it is true that we should not long tarry here. After all, we know that the dogheads were here not long ago. So, the only option I see is that we take the body with us and bury it at our campsite. Kerim, Meeleek, please find him a place on the mules. Callum, Ravn, please follow behind from here, I think it more likely the dogheads will strike from behind instead of in front. Also, see to our tracks." Ravn is just about to utter yet another protest but he chooses to refrain from prolonging the debate and let instead the inevitable doom that the Constable's decision will surely bring upon them provide its own unmistakeable proof. Frowning and shaking his head, Ravn waits with Callum for the others to lead ahead, then falls in behind the mule train, greeting Callum with a sardonic smile. "Odin is making an example of us, I fear, and we are heading for our very own Ragnarök. It shall be my pleasure to take you as my guest to the longhalls of Valhalla, my tall-haired friend." |
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Thankful [edit] [delete] Meeleek El'Wakhad |
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Meeleek does not turn his head as Ravn replies his grisly
reply, but keeps restoring Correlon's last dignity. What clouded mind some of these foreigners have... he thinks to himself. As Rolf makes his decision known, Meeleek looks at him thankfully. As he and Kerim lift the covered body on one of the mules, Selina begins to laugh. Meeleek only looks knowingly at his countryman. |
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Yuri, having remained quiet, nods his head as Rolf decides
what to do. However Ravn's verbal diarrhea causes him to speak, though he knows it causes more problems for Rolf than solves. "Corellon was a man and a comrade and should be treated as such, not as some fairy tale creature your mother used to frighten you into behaving, though I get the feeling it did not work." "A cantankerous and stubborn opinion does not an educated man make." With that said he moves to take the lead as Rolf asked, patting Rolf on the shoulder as he moves past. |
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Amazement.. [edit] [delete] Callum mac Aonghas |
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Callum stands open mouthed at the attitude of his
companions. "You'll give honour to one of the stealers of
babies!" he says, incredulous. He turns to Meelek. "You
shouldn't be judging what you've no understanding of - these faeryfolk
are the stealers of babies and cattle, waylayers of travellers and
stealers of souls. You would do well to avoid them." To Yuri, he turns next. "Yuri, you should know just because something's a tale told by the cailleachan doesn't mean there's not any truth in it but then, it's aye been said that there's a bond between your folk and theirs'" Finally, he turns to Elspeth, now indignant "and you lass, ye have the power right enough but not the teachin' behind it by the look of things. Even I'm after knowing it's the duty of a druid to protect the people from such as these. I'm thinkin' now that maybe I was right back at the first, forbye." His ire seemingly spent, Callum limps off to a position at the rear of the party. |
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The light's on, but... [edit] [delete] Selina |
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Her body shakes with laughter, her eyes fluttering with
mirth as she sits on the mule her tangled hair falling past her face,
down her bruised neck, which is oddly enough, tanned save for one spot: where
her collar used to be. The howling laughter costs her after a minute, and coughing over takes her, though she does not openly try to stop the laughter from gurgling from her cracked lips. |
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Stricken [edit] [delete] Elsbeth |
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For the first time, Elsbeth's confidence seems to crack.
She glances over at Callum's retreating back, the hurt and pain evident
on her face. She looks back at Selina, a cold knot of fear in her
stomach, unsure what to do. Her thoughts tangle as she realizes that
Ravn dismisses her, Callum thinks her foolish and stupid... ...And with all her skills she cannot help or even understand Selina. Unbidden, tears fill her eyes as all the learned confidence gained from visiting the Isle and other travels show themselves to be futile... and show that she is but the foolish girl that ran away to sit in fields alone... |
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Seeing Elsbeth [edit] [delete] Selina |
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in tears just causes Selina to chortle with laughter
further, her voice distorted by the coughing and the blood. She spits
the blood from her lips and clears her throat, all the while snickering. She speaks again, her voice sounding far off, full of gravel and sharp edged as steel, keening: "Madness beckons with such tears, foolish girl. Madness beckons, and Death waits, and Death's grin be worse than mine." She continues to chuckle, taking only pauses long enough to gather short hitching breaths. |
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Strangers' in Strange Company [edit] [delete] Amok |
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Amok stays with the mules, wishing that the group would
settle down some. All of these confrontations, crying and moaning
amoungst themselves, will surely alert the enemy; if not tear them
apart, enemy or not. He silently walks along, keeping to himself; only
half understanding the speech of each, and only half of what he
understands, makes any sense! He constantly scans the path and the edges
of the brush, growing here and there along their way. Even if they don't
draw more attention from the dogheads, who knows what creatures might be
on the prowl in these lands, especially now, at the approach of evening!
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Traumitised people everywhere! [edit] [delete] Yuri |
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As Amok stays with the mules and Elsbeth emotions start
getting the better of her, Yuri turns to Rolf and requests, "Rolf,
if perhalf Elsbeth could assist me in the lead? It would be nice to have
someone with a sensible head on their shoulders by my side."
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Marching order confirmation [edit] [delete] Rolf |
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"Sorry, Yuri, but I think Selina needs Elsbeth right
now. Don't worry, I'm on watch as well." Turning to look towards
Amok back by the mules, Rolf says, "Amok, if you would travel with
us, I must ask that you accept my leadership. If you have good cause not
to take the fore, then I'd like to hear it. But be brief, I don't want
to stay around here overlong."
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Still shaking [edit] [delete] Elsbeth |
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...and unable to stop her tears, Elsbeth's face is pale
with both fright and sorrow. "Please," she begs. "What
are you? I want to help you. I can't help you if I don't know. I won't
hurt you. I know you're not evil. I know you're not bad. What are
you?"
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Dogs Bark! [edit] [delete] Amok |
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Amok is taken by the abrupt tone with which Rolf addresses
him. He thinks, ("This man bespeaks
me.") Amok gathers his attention to Rolf. "...accept my leadership... take the fore, then I'd like to... stay around here overlong." Amok barks, "Fore! Forword! Ford, Fart! Front!" He looks to the tired look on Yuri's face, out of patience with him. Amok feels the need. He says, "My me to froe! I go at froe!" He then draws his root, his sad, weak, little wooden club, and begins to walk along side Yuri. He looks for approval from Yuri, as if expecting a slap on the back. He expects little else when performing his job, which is whatever will serve the tribe. He looks a little lost as he searches Yuri's eyes for approval. He then says, "Ruloaf! I am hedd... Fall low de ravn! We guud anon, maak wae!!" |
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Out Ahead [edit] [delete] Amok |
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** EDITED July 12, 2002, 1:46 am ** Amok then runs a few, 50 feet ahead, alertly watching the path and the bush along each side. He also keeps his eye on the bird, Edgar. Somehow, this spirit, this godsign, this incarnate lord, chose to align itself with this group. This was indeed a Good Omen! This godform, 'Edgar' was the group's leader. Rolf had a big bark! But the brains, the spirit were in this godshape, Edgar! Amok led/followed with reverence and joy! |
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What ... [edit] [delete] Peter Gasgano |
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Peter's face reddens slightly as he listens to the
convesations about the elves and how mean spirited and inconsequential
they are, and without thinking, he brushes the hair back across his ears
as he looks towards the body of Corellon. With Elsbeth attending Selina, Peter takes the lead rein of the mule carrying the body. In a guilty sort of way, he is pleased to take a break from the demands of the strange woman. |
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Meek [edit] [delete] Kerim Alakani |
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Kerim, all the while adopting a meek attitude takes no
invite to the arguments that roll back and forward over the group like
gathering thunderclouds. As on previous occasions he makes himself scarce, captured only when Rolf makes a command of him. He carries out his task with his head cast downwards, but his expressions bely his feelings toward the Elf. Stealer of babies or no, he was one of the travelling companions and that should have been enough. Which brings him to Selina, and the fact that he himself simply can't abide by his own ruling. Thus caught in his own hypocracy (I can never spell that) he shuts his mouth tight, judging his words unworthy to add to the fray. Kerim does his duty, and once at the stream seeks to wash the days worries from him. |
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Tiring [edit] [delete] Selina |
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Selina looks mutely at Elsbeth, her eyes shining gray
against the red of the blood on her face. The smile fades abit, and the woman licks her lips quickly, one hand tapping, scratching slightly at her throat, brushing lightly against the darkening scars. She looks down, and her other hand quickly brings the remnants of her torn suit to cover herself, as she looks back at Elsbeth. She flinches her eyes shut, screwing her mouth closed, and her head nods slowly, as she breathes quietly... When she finally opens her eyes, she looks directly at Elsbeth, her mouth open, her lips trembling, like a child... tears afresh in her shimmering eyes. She begins to make a sound, a low mournfull moan, that quickly rises and shatters into hoarse sobs of pain. Madness follows me she gasps inbetween the cries, He follows me and Death nears us all. Madness follows me and Death waits. Madness invites me in and Death waits. Madness tells me things, and Death laughs. Can't you hear it? Death Laughs. Madness follows me.. She repeats this over and over again, like a mantra, her voice sobbing less and less, taking on a tone that is at first flat, then slowly becomings a whisper filled with mirth, and eventually, ringed with whispering laughter... a sound like a sword being drawn from a leather scabbard, over and over, unending. |
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Still committed to helping [edit] [delete] Elsbeth |
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Not understanding, Elsbeth forces her own tears down as
she looks at Selina. "Aye, madness and death follow one
another," she whispers. "But I said I'd help. And I will. And
you'll not be rid of me until I can and do, because I want to understand
and help." Her voice is a whisper, her sound sad as she ignores all around her in her assistance of this poor creature. |
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What the? [edit] [delete] Yuri |
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Halfway through giving Amok a welcoming smile as the man
bolts forward, Yuri watches on in a mixture of amusement and amazement
as the man leaps around, following Edgar with such enthusiasm. "Amok", he calls out feebly, anticipating the man will not listen, "we should stick together..." |
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Better or worse? [edit] [delete] Meeleek El'Wakhad |
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Lumbering the covered body on one of the mules with Kerim,
Meeleek takes his place in the procession. He walks a bit behind the druidess, after being strengthened by her wise words and courageous stand against ignorance. However, Selina's maniac behavior causes the mage alarm, and he watches the woman with suspicion. |
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Death and Honour [edit] [delete] Edgar |
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Edgar absently tells Rolf where the likely campsite lies,
his attention is distracted from the Constable by the growingly heated
debate over what to do with the fallen Corellon. That Callum and Ravn are of one mind in proclaiming that the elf's death was no bad thing, comes as quite a surprise to the Raven - both for the sentiment expressed, and that one with Celtic tradition running in his very veins could find common ground with a priest of the Aesir. But thankfully Elsbeth raises a voice tinged not with religious prejudice, but with humanity and compassion ... "We broke bread with him," he reminds the Runecaster, stiffly, "and we fought and bled at his side." He shifts his own injured wing. "Yet you would afford him no more honour than the slain Dogsheads ?" Turning away from Ravn contemptuously, Edgar addresses Elsbeth, his voice quiet, "since we know not how his own people would honour him ... all we can do is afford him what honour we can according to our beliefs. The gods will understand." |
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Predictions [edit] [delete] Peter Gasgano |
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Peter leads him Mule along behind the one Selina rides,
Listening to the conversation that develops between Selina and Elsbeth.
Hoping one of then will say sometyhing that triggers a something for
him. Something that might help at least one of the women ... Well aware that his mule carries to body of one of his companions, Peter cannot help but swallow hard as Selina predicts that death waits for them . |
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Amok hears Yuri speak his name, "Amok...
together..." Amok waits, watching as the group moves ahead, slowly. He is fascinated by their progress. He thinks, ("They are together, yet they are apart. I am to be ahead, yet together, with them?") Amok let's these thoughts battle in his brain, as if some greater wisdom would be learned. In the meantime he let's Yuri catch-up to his position. As Yuri approaches, Amok states, "Amok, togatha... wiss Yuri!" Amok smiles slightly, with a bepuzzled look on his face. While he ponders the mystery "ahead and together," he still attempts to be alert to the trail and to Edgar. ("Ahhh! Edgar is together and ahead! Must be more like Edgar!") |
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