"From the underworld?"Brundt asks, suddenly interested in this knowledgeable stranger. "Is that perhaps why the called me a bleeder? And more importantly, might you know what this word 'Khea' means?"He pulls out his book and flips to the page where he had copied down the markings from the heretic's face and points to the word in question. "The emphasis here on the first character leads me to suspect it is a proper noun, possibly a name or a location, but I may be entirely wrong"
((Do the other riders have similar markings on them under the masks?))
" They're people wearing funerary masks. I thought creepy was the intended effect."
" You feeling better, Diana?"
She looked over to where the bodies were being checked, " Anything interesting on them? Should we bury them? Travelers don't need to be seeing bodies on the road."
"Not really as to loot..." Klopas responds in a thoughtful tone. "...though I think I'll hang on to their faces."
You estimate that the masks would be worth about 25 gold each.
You can't figure out what the gray event means though, you can't put the pieces together.
The Returned carry little beyond the gold funerary masks they wear and their weapons. In addition, one has a pouch containing 20 sp and a broken piece of pottery.
Klopas takes the masks, and tucks them away in his travel pack.
"From the underworld?" Brundt asks, suddenly interested in this knowledgeable stranger. "Is that perhaps why the called me a bleeder? And more importantly, might you know what this word 'Khea' means?" He pulls out his book and flips to the page where he had copied down the markings from the heretic's face and points to the word in question. "The emphasis here on the first character leads me to suspect it is a proper noun, possibly a name or a location, but I may be entirely wrong"
((Do the other riders have similar markings on them under the masks?))
"I suppose..." Klopas warbles. "Though speculate is all any of us will do without speaking to those who know."
He glances over at Brundt before resuming his relaxed poise.
"As for 'Khea'..." he considers aloud, trailing off in thought.
((I'm proficient in history...otherwise, please tell me what kind of roll I'll need to make in order to presumably know this word.))
Brundt watches Klopas gather up the masks and says, "Mind if I hang on to one of those? I would like an opportunity to study it more carefully at a later time, and in a more... favourable environment."
Brundt watches Alpheus gather up the masks and says, "Mind if I hang on to one of those? I would like an opportunity to study it more carefully at a later time, and in a more... favourable environment."
Klopas pauses to consider Brundt's request, then shrugs. "Sure!" he chirps.
He reaches into his pack, grabbing one of the masks, and extends it in Brundt's direction.
((History check on the word 'Khea' w/ proficiency - 18))
Brundt accepts the mask with an appreciative nod. He then returns to the horse to see if its brief rest and his healing magic have been enough to get it back on its feet for the march to the polis.
Brundt takes the reigns and attempts to coax the horse to a standing position. "There, there. Come, come. Let's get you to a nice comfy stall, get you some fresh hay, and perform a wee little ritual to find out just what you know."He strokes the horses mane with a firm, heavy hand.
Turning to Klopas, "Are you headed to the polis as well? I shall buy you a drink and pick your brain about a few things." It is clear to most from the composed and distant look in his face, that Brundt is not extending an offer. Rather, he already believes it to be a done deal.
Brundt takes the reigns and attempts to coax the horse to a standing position. "There, there. Come, come. Let's get you to a nice comfy stall, get you some fresh hay, and perform a wee little ritual to find out just what you know."He strokes the horses mane with a firm, heavy hand.
Turning to Klopas, "Are you headed to the polis as well? I shall buy you a drink and pick your brain about a few things." It is clear to most from the composed and distant look in his face, that Brundt is not extending an offer. Rather, he already believes it to be a done deal.
"I suppose..." Klopas replies. "I hadn't a destination in mind, but the offer a free drink would be worth the tarry."
He quickly surveys his surroundings, and lets out a slight grunt or groaning noise while stretching his arms.
"It seems I've lost my ride..." Klopas mutters. "Curious how lending a hand often turns out disadvantageous..."
He chuckles in amusement at this statement, and begins following the train of travelers who seem to have resumed (perhaps never having stopped) their journey.
Goran watches as the others interact and talk of moving to the polis. His gaze flicking between this weird group who he had just helped and his current employer. It's obvious to him that the noble has not seen a single part of the fight by the way he is busy chatting with others. Perhaps this is my chance to break free. Adrenaline starts to build at the thought of escaping, something he has longed for for many months now. As usual though, Goran has no plan and acts purely on instinct.
He slowly moves towards Klopas, slinking from one group of travellers to the next always trying to keep someone between himself and his lordship. When he reaches Klopas he quietly speaks. "Is there a way I could join you? See, my travelling party would be quite concerned if I was to leave them but if I were to, you know, just disappear I'm sure they wouldn't care less. Can you help me?"
Goran watches as the others interact and talk of moving to the polis. His gaze flicking between this weird group who he had just helped and his current employer. It's obvious to him that the noble has not seen a single part of the fight by the way he is busy chatting with others. Perhaps this is my chance to break free. Adrenaline starts to build at the thought of escaping, something he has longed for for many months now. As usual though, Goran has no plan and acts purely on instinct.
He slowly moves towards Klopas, slinking from one group of travellers to the next always trying to keep someone between himself and his lordship. When he reaches Klopas he quietly speaks. "Is there a way I could join you? See, my travelling party would be quite concerned if I was to leave them but if I were to, you know, just disappear I'm sure they wouldn't care less. Can you help me?"
“I take it you’re indentured.” Klopas responds quietly without changing a thing in outward appearance.
Diana will gather rocks to top the graves with, if there aren't enough, she helps Abrotodon directly.
After they're done Abrontodon claps Diana on the arm as they get back on the road, she shares her waterskin, " So what are your plans for the rest of the day? "
"From the underworld?" Brundt asks, suddenly interested in this knowledgeable stranger. "Is that perhaps why the called me a bleeder? And more importantly, might you know what this word 'Khea' means?" He pulls out his book and flips to the page where he had copied down the markings from the heretic's face and points to the word in question. "The emphasis here on the first character leads me to suspect it is a proper noun, possibly a name or a location, but I may be entirely wrong"
((Do the other riders have similar markings on them under the masks?))
"I'm much better."
Liarin: Against the Cult of the Reptile God
Adewild: Shadows and Light 2
Brother Thaddeus: Rime of the Frostmaiden.
"Not really as to loot..." Klopas responds in a thoughtful tone. "...though I think I'll hang on to their faces."
Klopas takes the masks, and tucks them away in his travel pack.
"Waste not..." he muses to himself with a smirk.
"I suppose..." Klopas warbles. "Though speculate is all any of us will do without speaking to those who know."
He glances over at Brundt before resuming his relaxed poise.
"As for 'Khea'..." he considers aloud, trailing off in thought.
((I'm proficient in history...otherwise, please tell me what kind of roll I'll need to make in order to presumably know this word.))
Shrugging, Abrotodon dragged the bodies to the side of the road and began scraping away at the ground with her axes and cooking pan.
Diana will gather rocks to top the graves with, if there aren't enough, she helps Abrotodon directly.
Liarin: Against the Cult of the Reptile God
Adewild: Shadows and Light 2
Brother Thaddeus: Rime of the Frostmaiden.
Brundt watches Klopas gather up the masks and says, "Mind if I hang on to one of those? I would like an opportunity to study it more carefully at a later time, and in a more... favourable environment."
Klopas pauses to consider Brundt's request, then shrugs. "Sure!" he chirps.
He reaches into his pack, grabbing one of the masks, and extends it in Brundt's direction.
((History check on the word 'Khea' w/ proficiency - 18))
Brundt accepts the mask with an appreciative nod. He then returns to the horse to see if its brief rest and his healing magic have been enough to get it back on its feet for the march to the polis.
Brundt takes the reigns and attempts to coax the horse to a standing position. "There, there. Come, come. Let's get you to a nice comfy stall, get you some fresh hay, and perform a wee little ritual to find out just what you know." He strokes the horses mane with a firm, heavy hand.
Turning to Klopas, "Are you headed to the polis as well? I shall buy you a drink and pick your brain about a few things." It is clear to most from the composed and distant look in his face, that Brundt is not extending an offer. Rather, he already believes it to be a done deal.
"I suppose..." Klopas replies. "I hadn't a destination in mind, but the offer a free drink would be worth the tarry."
He quickly surveys his surroundings, and lets out a slight grunt or groaning noise while stretching his arms.
"It seems I've lost my ride..." Klopas mutters. "Curious how lending a hand often turns out disadvantageous..."
He chuckles in amusement at this statement, and begins following the train of travelers who seem to have resumed (perhaps never having stopped) their journey.
Goran watches as the others interact and talk of moving to the polis. His gaze flicking between this weird group who he had just helped and his current employer. It's obvious to him that the noble has not seen a single part of the fight by the way he is busy chatting with others. Perhaps this is my chance to break free. Adrenaline starts to build at the thought of escaping, something he has longed for for many months now. As usual though, Goran has no plan and acts purely on instinct.
He slowly moves towards Klopas, slinking from one group of travellers to the next always trying to keep someone between himself and his lordship. When he reaches Klopas he quietly speaks. "Is there a way I could join you? See, my travelling party would be quite concerned if I was to leave them but if I were to, you know, just disappear I'm sure they wouldn't care less. Can you help me?"
“I take it you’re indentured.” Klopas responds quietly without changing a thing in outward appearance.
“What’s the price?”
After they're done Abrontodon claps Diana on the arm as they get back on the road, she shares her waterskin, " So what are your plans for the rest of the day? "
( Abrontodon isn't bothering to do so.)