Elyot begins to rummage through the drawers in an last attempt to see if there might be anything of use. "Me neither, we've already helped this woman once. We're already wasting time as is. I'm not about to freeze to death for what, some tiger? It could be trying to trick us for all we know!"
Elyot finds old winter clothing of different sizes. This dresser seems to not have been in use for some time as the drawers stick and takes a bit of oomph to pull out.
"It certainly is intriguing... if we can find sufficient clothing to prevent us all freezing to death, it would be a shame not to have just a little look around."
"Alright you lot lets go." Brac heads over to Elyot and grabs one of the furs he has found then slings it over his shoulders. "Lets go help this tiger, it could be bad, could be good but we ar never going to find out unless we try." Brac smiles to the others then charges into the cold marching after the tiger.
Brac feels the cold, but is quite warm with the furs. Ratham the tiger circles and sniffs the air. "To the east. I smell it" he says when Galfaen enters the snowy glade.
"Lead the way Tiger. Just remember the people helped you....I promise it will not be worth your while betraying us...."
Brac follows the beast further into the frost, he turns his head slightly as he marches on, looking back to see if his new companions were coming as well.
Similarly wrapped in furs, Galfaen walks with Brac. "Just so you know, any moment now and the magic that allows me to communicate with the tig . . . with Ratham will wear off".
"Its alright friend, he isn't telling us much at the moment anyway. Lets just stay on our guard." Brac smiles and gives his friend a tap on the shoulder. "I just hope he isn't more dangerous once he turns back into whatever the hell he is normally haha"
Brac walks with Galfean but picks up his pace once the Tiger begins to run.
The party follows Ratham to the east and there you see small herbs poking their leaves above the snow and standing in the middle of them is Aerth frozen. She is crouched down ready to pick an herb.
Behind her is a stone wall with an intricately carved mural depicting bountiful harvest and jubilant animals. Presiding over them is some unknown creature with curved horns and hoofs for feet.
"Aerth? Can you hear me?", asks Galfaen, his voice leaden with with futility. He carefully approaches the frozen woman and tries to discern what might have befallen her (investigation8).
"Ratham, I don't know if you can understand me... are these the winter herbs you spoke of? Have they done this to Aerth? I will perform my ritual again, that we may be able to communicate once more."
With that, Galfaen settles down to ritually cast speak with animals once again.
Ratham shakes his head and starts talking, but it does not make any sense. He paws the snow revealing more of the herbs. If you had to guess these is the right herbs.
As you are casting the the ritual you feel a sudden chill that seem to seep into your bones. There is a blue glow emanating from the mural. You begin to see markings as if someone placed them their after the creating of the mural.
Elyot reluctantly follows behind the party. Striking a torch alight for a bit of extra warmth. "C-can anyone understand this mural? T-this is foolish-... we'll all freeze to death!"
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(Okay then the option is there if everyone wants to just leave)
Elyot begins to rummage through the drawers in an last attempt to see if there might be anything of use. "Me neither, we've already helped this woman once. We're already wasting time as is. I'm not about to freeze to death for what, some tiger? It could be trying to trick us for all we know!"
Elyot finds old winter clothing of different sizes. This dresser seems to not have been in use for some time as the drawers stick and takes a bit of oomph to pull out.
"It certainly is intriguing... if we can find sufficient clothing to prevent us all freezing to death, it would be a shame not to have just a little look around."
"Alright you lot lets go." Brac heads over to Elyot and grabs one of the furs he has found then slings it over his shoulders. "Lets go help this tiger, it could be bad, could be good but we ar never going to find out unless we try." Brac smiles to the others then charges into the cold marching after the tiger.
Brac feels the cold, but is quite warm with the furs. Ratham the tiger circles and sniffs the air. "To the east. I smell it" he says when Galfaen enters the snowy glade.
"Lead the way Tiger. Just remember the people helped you....I promise it will not be worth your while betraying us...."
Brac follows the beast further into the frost, he turns his head slightly as he marches on, looking back to see if his new companions were coming as well.
Similarly wrapped in furs, Galfaen walks with Brac. "Just so you know, any moment now and the magic that allows me to communicate with the tig . . . with Ratham will wear off".
Ratham quickly runs to the east once everyone has gathered.
"Its alright friend, he isn't telling us much at the moment anyway. Lets just stay on our guard." Brac smiles and gives his friend a tap on the shoulder. "I just hope he isn't more dangerous once he turns back into whatever the hell he is normally haha"
Brac walks with Galfean but picks up his pace once the Tiger begins to run.
Sorry for the delay. I was waiting for Elyot.
The party follows Ratham to the east and there you see small herbs poking their leaves above the snow and standing in the middle of them is Aerth frozen. She is crouched down ready to pick an herb.
Behind her is a stone wall with an intricately carved mural depicting bountiful harvest and jubilant animals. Presiding over them is some unknown creature with curved horns and hoofs for feet.
"Aerth? Can you hear me?", asks Galfaen, his voice leaden with with futility. He carefully approaches the frozen woman and tries to discern what might have befallen her (investigation 8).
Galfaen examines Aerth, but find no clues. There is no response from Aerth.
(What's Ratham up to?)
Ratham is sitting in shock when he finds Aerth. You would think he is a statue as he just stares. You can try to snap him out of it if you want.
"Ratham, I don't know if you can understand me... are these the winter herbs you spoke of? Have they done this to Aerth? I will perform my ritual again, that we may be able to communicate once more."
With that, Galfaen settles down to ritually cast speak with animals once again.
Ratham shakes his head and starts talking, but it does not make any sense. He paws the snow revealing more of the herbs. If you had to guess these is the right herbs.
As you are casting the the ritual you feel a sudden chill that seem to seep into your bones. There is a blue glow emanating from the mural. You begin to see markings as if someone placed them their after the creating of the mural.
Elyot reluctantly follows behind the party. Striking a torch alight for a bit of extra warmth. "C-can anyone understand this mural? T-this is foolish-... we'll all freeze to death!"