((Y'know I hadnt mentioned it before but In my mind i pictured Sylas have spike crude and jagged spikes jutting from his pauldrons and I like to think Zinripple just got a few good pricks from them.))

(lol that could be a thing :P )

Her attention turned for the time being, Saida follows the whimpering back behind the pew, her feathers ruffled defensively.

As Saida approaches the pew and her looks behind it, a small figure quickly scurries backwards. "ssstay back! Leave me alone!" the scared voice of a very young elf will say as his hood falls down over his eyes in his panic. 

(Can we hear that?)

Everyone can hear the young boys screams

What... what’s that? Huh? Fear....... Hungry runs over and almost tackles the boy out of excitement, licking his.... lips? (I guess) out of hunger. But he realizes this boy is young. And his fear, is so, so, tasty. He attempts to intimidate him with a mighty roar that he can’t make!

intimidation:18

Saida would kneel down a careful distance from the boy, shooting Hungry a dark scowl. “Control yourself, you damned beast!” She turned back to the boy, her sharp features visibly softening. “Little one, fear harms no one but yourself,” she said calmly. “Though, considering the circumstances... it isn’t surprising. I’m incredibly sorry for what you’ve seen.” She took the staff off her back, holding it out to him. She spoke calmly and gently, the way she used to with her hatchlings. “Here. This belongs to you more than it does to us.”

No! That belongs to us! Odysseus snatches the stick as she hands it over. He has this urge to scream at this man, but holds it back. Voo ah oo?

(Muffled who are you in Elvish)

As the Wretched begins licking the scared young elf, he tries his hardest to push the creature away "DON'T EAT ME PLEASE! Let me live! I will leave! Take the Scepter of Sorrows! Just please don't kill me like you did the others!" He yells though eyes filled with tears as he shields his face from the ferocous licking. As the wretched lets our a deep bellowing gurgle sound, it only scares the boy further. 

As the harpy approaches the boy he stays curled up in a ball terrified to look up. (He cannot see that you are holding out the staff because he is cowering in fear) 

Sylas, Ignoring the screams simply because he doesnt care (Neutral Evil, sorry folks) Begins looking for a shield, he remembered having one but it wasn't beside him when he awoke so He assumes it must've gotten blasted away from him. While searching for his shield he will also keep a look out for anything that could seem useful.

Investigation: 15

Perception: 7

(Meant my lips but.. ok)

Odysseus spits the stick out away from bird lady and hears something interesting. Scepter of sorrows? Is that what this is? No wonder it tastes sorrowful.

Saylas finds his shield embedded into the chest of an elf laying on the ground not far from where he is standing. As he moves around the battlefield he finds plenty of simple weapons and leather armor and robes. Torches, holy symbols and other religious items, small pouches of food and offerings to Mielikki.... Since this monastary was built into a try and most of the items are molded from living trees, there are very few items around. You get the feeling that these followers of Mielikki didn't keep many material possessions. Perhaps if they had better weapons and armor they may not have lost the battle with you all.

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(Meant my lips but.. ok)

 haha that makes more sense... either way the boy is scared a lot!

Saida glared at Odysseus before turning back to the boy. “I understand your fear young one. Most of us were not willing participants in this fight. I assure you, no more harm will be done. My name is Saida. Do you have a name, little one?”

((Note; if anyone tries to hurt the kid, Saida will attack them and try and defend the boy

Sorrows? This is the Scepter of Souls! Too bad he can’t tell anyone. Unless.... Hungry kicks the stick back over and nods No to Saida.

Sylas will pry his shield from the Elf corpse by putting his foot on the remains of its face and yank it out. After doing so he will walk over to where the others have gathered and once Odysseus spits the Scepter away, Sylas will take it and walk back out onto the battlefield. Giving the child a momentary glance but is uncaring. "We...need....to....move..." He breathes as his metallic words echo forth."Kill...it...or...set...it...free..."

“Nobody is killing a defenseless child!” Saida hissed, clenching her talons.

(The stick is with Saida and I)