Subject: Part 2: On the road 2,260 views

[Weasel]

Bnor watches with the others as the creature retreats. He glances back and forth between Itrav and the forest elf, but quickly looks again to make sure the danger has not returned. When it is apparent that the battle is over, he turns to look at Glorgar.

"Well look'et you." he says with a grin. "Runnin' to the rescue of those that're suppose to be keepin' you safe."

Bnor quickly sheathes his axe, takes a step towards his cousin, and clasps him on the shoulder.

"You have my thanks for that. Means more'n you know."

As Bnor steps away he winces slightly at the lingering pain and 'coldness' that is now starting to ease.

He looks at his new companions and nods his head in approval.

.oO(Effective. Compliment each other well. I'm impressed. Suprised, but impressed.)

[Shiv]

The wraith continues its ascent into the darkness and the arrow send in chase goes wide. Soon the creature is lost in the shadows of the treetops, disappearing into the night as silently as it came.

Glorgar casts an uncertain glance at the umbra before hanging his long shears back in his belt. "Y-yeah, I mean yes. Don't worry about it Bnor. You just looked quite beset there, and well...I guess I should've trusted you and the others to keep yourselves safe." he intones sheepishly.

"Anyway, I agree with our Salamradim friend here. Anyone have any idea what those things were?"

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((Everyone rolols like crap....))

Bnor:
You have no idea. There is a bah-zillion strange creatures in the mountains, you can't keep track of them all.

Rashid:
Your massive knowledge of bioengineering nonewithstanding you have no idea what those things were

Bael:
You're drawing a blank on this one. Nu was always more attentive when you were learing about spirits anyway....

Itrav:
Durr...they die when you punch them?

[Black_Hawk]

As the others are congratulating and cleaning themselves up, rashid shudders at his wounds and the cold, before rising. He whips his tessen in an intricate pattern, smattering the ground with the gore from the... undead things. With a 'snick' sound and a flick of his wrists the tessen fold and are placed back into their cases. That done, he shivers once again, wincing as he pops his neck. He looks over at the ice-encrusted slashes in his shoulders, wincing again and frowning. He steps away from the gore, kneels in the snow, and crosses his arms, placing his hands on his wounds. Amon, bless me and help me, take the wounds that these abominations have dealt me, that I may live and be blessed by your rays once again. [Cure Light Wounds]

[Weasel]

"Damned if I know. Spent years in these woods, and I've never seen their like."

He swings his shield around to his back, and begins to unstrap his armor hoping to get a better look at his wounds.

"Wouldn't much mind if it were a few more years before I see them again." he adds with a grin and a laugh.

[Racer Xonclar]

"Wise, Bnor," Itrav plainly says as he tucks away the cloth and tosses a bit of his hair over his shoulder. "Much how I feel. There is also a breed of giant snail you would be fortunate to never meet."

Walking off from the conversation abruptly after his last words, Itrav attempted to hunt down the darts that were flung at the creatures.

[coyotelaughs]

(Sylvan)"My aia please explain that our people refer to them as Treewraiths. They are evil souls given to the God Salmiradon The Corrupter who makes them into these abominations. They flock together and attack smaller parties, so there may be more nearby. I don't know why the Dark one is angry at me, I only speak the facts of what I was taught.

Lanna, would you please make sure there are no more of these abominations nearby. We need to recoup in peace.

Nu returns to his pack and replaces the spent arrows in his quiver, planning to search for the lost arrows in the day light. I then sit alone as my aia explains what I said to the party. I keep a close eye on our surroundings as I check over my bow for any damages.

[rainbowpalmcakes]

Bael looks at each party member making sure no one is terribly wounded. She moves to Glorgar and takes his hand where he held his shears, then looks at him and gives him a smile and a nod.

She listens intently to her aias, about the tree wraiths and wonders to herself why she wasn't able to remember this lesson...hmmm..
Bael slightly smiling at how intelligible her aias was remembering all this.

Bael recounts the information of the Tree wraiths to the party in common.

"Itrav, Nu only try to explain what tree wraith is, not try to offend you..."

She shifts her attention to Lanna who flies up

[Racer Xonclar]

A faint smirk flashes on Itrav's lips as he does indeed find one of the darts, now tipped in black goo. But the smirks vanishes instantly as the female elf behind him speaks. Turning around, he looks at her intently as she speaks, waiting for her to finish before he speaks. "'The Corrupter'?" he thought, "Sylvans obviously have different...opinions... Fools"

"I see," he states in the same tone as before. "Telling the Salamradim," he started, tilting his head as he emphasized, "that the creator of his kind, which you call 'The Corruptor', created something such as the treewraiths that just attempted to kill him... would rarely be viewed as a polite act."

"It does, however, state quietly clearly your opinion of my kind, as if I had any doubts to it," he adds as he wipes the goo off the dart and flicks it off his finger.

[Weasel]

.oO( what's all this about)

"Come now." He says takinga few steps closer to the elves "What's this about? We've just defeated us some... treewraiths... worked as one to do so. Let's not let our differences come between us now."

He stands there looking between the three of them, waiting for amends or blows.

[Shiv]

Glorgar looks a bit shocked at the exchange, and his eyes fall to the ground as Bael translates the words back into Sylvan. Nu listents intently, shooting a quick glare at Itrav, before answering Bael in their own language. The two talk in low voices arguing back and forth about something for a few quick sentences before Bael turns back to the dark elf.

"We are sorry if we offended", she says softly, quite the contrast to her harsh words with Nu. "Lan'nuiatnal simply told you what he was told by the spiritmasters of the tribes nothing else. We hope we can ignore this difference in opinion", she states diplomaticaly.

[Black_Hawk]

Rashid rises from his reverie, the warm glow fading from his wounds as they seal over. He shakes himself, then walks over to retrieve his glowing dagger. He wipes it off in the snow, then banishes the light and sheathes it. Walking back to the party he stands silently, listening to the exchange. As the others bristle he cocks his head to the side and raises his hand, palm out, "Methinks it matters not what you think of the one who birthed the Salamradim." he lowers his hand and shrugs, "Itrav fought these creatures the same as the rest of us, and without his aide i am sure we would all be for the worse."

With that comment out of the way, he realises that his clothes are a bit shredded, and that he ought to do something about it. He goes back to his pack and changes into another set of clothing, grabbing a sewing kit to mend in what way he can what he was wearing during the attack. He stands there listening as he fixes some claw holes in his shirt.

[Racer Xonclar]

Black eyes slowly shifted between the forest elves and the dwarves, then to the elves again to take note of their bickering. "Very well," he said plainly in response, tipping his head just enough to cause a lock of hair to fall over an eye. "Draw light to the issue and wisdom prevails for the most part"

Tucking the dart away into his pouch, Itrav turned to look to Bnor, "You have seen me fight. If I--" he paused abruptly as he glanced off towards the sound of a branch breaking under the weight of snow. "If I am choosing to speak, my hands and arms are stayed." "Unless I chose to use the confidence against them."

[Weasel]

"Aye." he says with an approving nod. "I'll be sure and keep that in mind!"

He relaxes as the two wood elves begin to wander off. He feels his sheath and realizes he needs to look for his spent axes.

"Never seen anyone fight like that. I mean I've seen plenty of fists'a flyin'. Thrown enough of 'em myself... but nothing like that. Impressive!"

.oO(Hope the bastard never had reason t'come at me!)

He tries to recall where in the hell the axe thta went awry might have landed.

[Shiv]

Nu nods curtly to the Salmaradim, though his visage is serene. Moving around camp he starts picking up the arrows left from the fallen wraiths. Meanwhile his companion holds out her ceremonial spear, Nyaleth Sakas, muttering an incantation. With a small flourish the elven woman pricks her skin with the tip of the hunting spear, twisting it slightly to produce a small droplet of blood. Using her index finger finger she swipes it off the back of her hand and then smears a red stain across the weapon before sheathing it.

"The spirit must be appeased, it had not tasted proper blood yet", she explains cryptically, before moving off to help her lover.

Rashids prayers sends the warmth of Amon running through his body. His wounds tingle, and hurt less, though the do not close, the deathfrost stubbornly remaining in the larger patches.

Glorgar speaks up. "So...what now? Do we stay or do we move. Maybe that...thing will be bringing its friends?", he intones worriedly.

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Final after combat (and Rashids healing)
Rashid: 13
Bael: 20
Nu: 17
Itrav: 12
Bnor: 14

[Racer Xonclar]

"It is likely best we move. Should these treewraiths be foolish enough to try again, they will have a harder time doing so while we are moving. We are rested well enough," he says, despite him probably being the least rested of them.

"A single advantage to the cold: it keeps the muscles sharp and ready..."