Eon: Survival at Sea.

Bean tightens his grip on his hilt, still not removing it, "do you want us to know who you are? Also out of common courtesy, is this turning into a fight? cause id rather not if i dont have to." 

Bean glances to the side. "Yes im angry with you, could you tell he wasnt the first mate? No i wouldnt have trusted you, but you still revel in being right, so why did you never say anything?"

Correct Torla, you've leveled up but not yet. You need to complete a long rest first.

The being follows your eyeline, seemingly also seeing the source of your demons Bean. "I Want to be free Silver Bean, Thats all I want." The being shifts and looks back towards the Frozen,Re-animated corpse of the male Elf. "If this were a fight Silver Bean, You would already be dead and alive again." 

Torla scowls at Josiah, answering just as curtly, "No, traitor, I cannot. This has been a very long day, and I don't have the energy to pray to have a cut healed, never you mind to have a man's leg reattached." She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. "All I can do right now," she says more calmly, "is try to stabilize him."

Medicine: 9

As she works on Leo's leg, she says over her shoulder, "*****, have you run into this before? More than one ... version of a person? I can only assume this is a younger Leo caught in one of these ... time loops?"

Bean whole heartedly accepts his answer of non combat, having assumed as such to begin with.

"Well, what kind of freedom? Temporal freedom? Freedom from this island? Because to me it seems your plenty powerfull, those icey eyes are what is tormenting Josiah based on what he was telling us. Are you a prisoner here just like us?"

(Think we've run across half the island at htis point :P)

"hold on, Torla what do you mean more then one version, on top of that according to what this Leo said we buried you and Bean a few days ago"

Josiah frowns at Torla's apparent animosity.

"As Brythel just indicated, there's a LOT of strange stuff going on right now,  so I don't think being at each others throats will be helpful right now.  You have every right to be angry and upset with me, yes, but can we please just cooperate and try to figure out what's really going on here first?"

Not having much luck with Leo's leg, Torla stands and looks at Brythel. "Silver Bean and I —" she looks at and then nods at the female Elf, "— and ***** ran into Leo." She looks down at Leo. "A much older Leo ... with a wood leg and a long beard. He said there's some type of time manipulation going on on the island. He says sometimes people get trapped in it. He says sometimes you think more time has gone by than really has." She looks at Brythel. "Clearly, I haven't died ... yet. As far as I know, Bean hasn't, either. When I heard the first gunshot, I ran ahead of them. I'm ... not sure where they are, now. For that matter, I came ashore the same time you did, so you know they didn't bury me." The female Dwarf's eyes suddenly widen. She shoots a look at Josiah. "Unless ... there was another me!?" She points a finger at Josiah. "What do you know of this, traitor? False Erik!"

"well I don't remember burying you, only this Leo does. As for what all happened. We found the caption, or atleast someone who looked like him. HE fired the shot off twice in an attempt to kill Leo"

***** looks at you Torla, She still has a terrified look on her face. "I mean.....It's possible.....but it would only be a Lapse. Thats the only horn that sounded this time." She walks over and kneels down beside you torla, Examining Leo up and down but not touching him. Just looking. She moves to look at the Slice pattern on his leg but looks at you, as if waiting for permission.

The Beings Eyes flash a brilliant blue and the fallen corpse falls to ashes, It then turns to face you once more Bean. It's cloak of mist completely obscuring it, Except for those Icy blue eyes. "Freedom is yearned for Silver bean, You wish to be free of a voice. Your crew wishes to be free of this Island, Josiah wishes to be free of my Influence." The snow gently falling around you stops bean, There is a decent layer of snow on the ground surrounding you now. "I Wish to be Free of this broken world, I wish to be free of gods who do not have a hand in their creations choices. I Wish to be free of the Marked." Even threw the thick mist you can feel that there is a sadistic smile forming on this beings covered face. "To that end, I have you."

OOC: please don't have Bean turn on us

Ooc: this is beautiful, 

Bean trying his hardest to not show his reaction to the cold, speaks again, this time in the PRIMORDIAL language. "Ok then, what do you need me for? Cant say im terribly opposed to anything excluding my own or my crews/friends death. And the way you keep referring to the primordial one inside me makes me think he is included in this plan, not just me"

Bean wanders over to the ashen remains and tries to pocket a wet clump.

"And to that end, in reference to the gods, are you a damned one by their hands? Because even with centuries do you think you could attain freedom from divine sources? Also what marked?"

Ooc: if he doesnt respond to the primordial, bean will repeat in common.

The being responds in Primordial, "You are going to turn the key Silver bean. It is you who will free me." The Mist around the being seems to become even thicker as it begins to spread out, the eyes of the being gradually ascends higher and higher until a 15 foot high cloak of mist now looms over you. "The being inside of you is....Well lets just say Its kind owes me alot." The Icy eyes trail off to the north, "That is enough for now Silver Bean, know that if you speak of this little chat. You will be the last to feel the Cold touch of Death."

Bean as you grab at the ashes, they freezing to the touch. To the point where your skin actually burns because of just how cold it is. you suffer 8 Cold Damage. As you see literal ice forming on your hand, there are some early signs of frost bite from just the brief touch.

The beings form drifts away as a sudden gust of wind takes the area. "You already know the Riddle Silver bean, you just have to figure it out."

"STOP CALLING ME THAT!!" Josiah snaps out suddenly, his voice tinged with more than a little frustration and anger.  His tone is alarming enough to bring Korrigan out of her hiding spot, looking like she's ready to pounce on Torla, but she doesn't actually attack without Josiah's signal.  Josiah's hands are visibly shaking as he lowers his face to look at the ground, his left hand stark white from how tightly it's clenched around his bow.

He takes a deep, ragged breath before looking back up, tear streaks suddenly staining his cheeks.

"I'm not a traitor," he says slowly, pleadingly.  "Something in me has been urging me to kill you all, to CONSUME you all, since you first set foot on this island, but gods damn it I've been fighting it as best I can!  I've killed, murdered...hells, BUTCHERED people here on this gods-forsaken spit of land, not because I want to but because I can't help it!  And every time I come close to finding out WHY, it all just slips away.  I feel like I'm closer now than I've ever been, but it's all going to shit is this madness.  I'm just..."

He pauses, taking a moment to look at everyone around him, trying to meet their gazes briefly if he can.  Then his shoulders suddenly sag, his bow falling to the ground as he opens his hands at his sides.  He slowly utters three more words before his head drops again and he starts to openly sob where he stands.

"...I'm so tired..."

Josiah, make a Wisdom saving throw.

WisSave: 9

Josiah time seems to slow around you for a few moments, You can literally hear your own heart beat as your eyes suddenly become ever so heavy. There is a stinging pain that gradually starts to develop into a throbbing pain on your arm. Expecting to see the Strange mark grow you look but only see it glowing, No one else sees this. There is a voice in your head a familiar voice, soothing and rhythmic. It calms you and brings you at ease. "Oh Deathless, The Choice is made. Soon the Marked will show you the way." You look around at everyone before falling face first onto the ground. 

You are Unconscious and will not wake up for 8 hours.

Brythel quickly runs over to where Josiah fell and checks the pulse "Thank goodness he's still alive" Brythel turns to Torla "When he wakes up you WILL apologize for what you have called him, understand"