With the immediate threat removed, the fear and pain washes over Kit like a wave. Dropping her longsword, she holds her hand over the now seared flesh of her wound. Her body shakes, her tears run freely, and she hates herself for it. To show weakness or vulnerability in front of Omen or Thar is one thing, but in front of the others...especially in front of a Drow...is humiliating. She tries to redirect her pain and embarrassment into something else, anger perhaps, but she doesn't have the heart for it; she's too grateful just to be alive.
"Get away from her! What are you doing!" Omen shouts at the Drow as he races towards Kit. He draws his rapier as he moves closer to her, moving to put himself between her and the elf.
"So the Twig we were talking to before is one of them? Or the thing you were fighting looked like Twig?" Omen askes as he tilts his head a bit... Placing his hands on her shoulders and looking into her eyes.
"I...I don't know. It looked like Twig but it was made of those vines. Like what was happening to me and Amery. Maybe the plant is possessing her? Or maybe she always was one of them and what we saw before was an illusion? I'm really not sure."
She turns to Thar.
"We need to know what they are first. We killed two or three of them but more just dropped out of the vines. If you hadn't shown up with that torch..."
"You're alright now..." Omen says with a nod. "You realize I'm not letting you out of my sight now right... i should have never left you two out here without me..." he adds... sounding more like a concerned father than a detective.
The kenku then turns to look at the drop. "Yes... thank you for your help. Do you have any more information on these things?" Omen asks while adjusting his top hat.
When Kit hangs her head, Omen frowns and attempts to give her a hug. "I... didn't mean... I mean.." He let's out a small sigh. "I'm not good at this. I know you can handle yourself, you just... had me worried is all."
if Kit accepts the hug, she can feel how stiff and awkward the kenku is showing any kind of affection. Omen is trying but you get the impression that he may have given or received hugs in his life fewer times than you can count on one hand.
Kalgren turned the corner only to be greeted with a wall on fire collapsing and a cloud of ash and sooth rolling over his shoes. A drow was burning Kit's arm with a torch before moving on to Amery. Kit was hugging Omen, Thar was squeezing the drow and everyone was in disarray. Needless to say, Kalgren was a bit surprised.
'What in the Nine Hells transpired here?' He asked the group. 'Is everybody okay? Nobody dead? 'Cause I already got one murder victim corpse I need to inspect and-'
He suddenly fell silent and turned his thoughts outwards to his partner.Lulu, what's the situation there?
"Twig's dead, sort of. Other than that, we'll survive."
Kit looks at the Drow as if awaiting confirmation that she and Amery will, in fact, survive.
"What do you mean a murder victim?"
'We were at the inn.'Kalgren replied. 'There was a scream. We ran outside. Someone was dead. Zale, I believe her name is. She was hung from the roof of the town hall, dark thorny vine wrapped around her neck.'
He stroke his chin in thought. 'Strangest thing were the vines sprouting out of her. Like they grew from the inside out, topped with bright red roses. She bled petals like blood.'
A little flake of ash got caught in Kalgren's mouth. He coughed and spat it out. 'Townspeople are in a panic. This guy, Cassian, tried to calm them down while we made our way over here.'
"Well. that all sounds..... interesting." The kenku says as he rubs the bottom of his beak with his gloved hand. "It sounds like anyone we find dead needs to be burned... or they may turn into more of these plant monsters." Omen reaches his hand into his pocket and rubs his fingers across the bird figure... working it in his hand. "It feels like instead of catching a murderer... we instead need to put an end to a disease... a plague of plants.."
"There was a rose in the fairie's bed, and another one in the chair in the house where Thar and I went looking for Twig. Maybe the missing people aren't missing at all. Maybe they've been right under everyone's noses the whole time "
Just as he is about to release Kit, Thar easily grapples the unsuspecting drow. "GAH!" he yelps as he struggles in the bugbear's grasp and nearly drops the dwindling torch in his attempt to escape. Thar easily holds him for the few moments before letting the angry elf go. Stumbling out of Thar's grasp, the drow shoots the bugbear a glare as he steadies himself. "No need to thank me. I was just doing my job." He mutters to Kit as Amery offers his wound, which he burns with the fading torch. Then he continues, "That thing was not the girl. It was a phantom. An illusion created by...whatever is producing these plants." He throws the now unlit torch at the ashen street, then looks back to Thar, "That would be pointless. No matter how many you kill, there will always be more. They need to be burned out at the source."
Lulu reports back what she's watched over the past few moments. The villagers seemed to have calmed down for the most part, and most of them have started retreating back into their homes. Cassian and Elenor have moved the body inside the town hall and out of sight of the villagers. Other than covering it up with a tablecloth inside the hall, they haven't messed with the body at all aside from an initial visual inspection.
As Omen and Kit converse, the drow walks a short distance away from the group before turning to face you again. With all the talking, he isn't able to speak up much. His eyes narrow at the mention of a murder victim, then he clenches his fists. "Another one." He mutters under his breath. Then he hisses through his teeth at them mention of Cassian.
He shakes his head. "It's not the same thing." He growls, "Whatever is behind this only wants fey. Did you not wonder why the dragonborn's body is the only one you've found? I don't know if those who have vanished are actually dead, but whatever is doing this doesn't care for any other victims." He takes off his hat and rubs hit temples, "There's a reason there aren't many sell swords on this case. That dragonborn must have found something important." He looks up at you all, "Given that you're in this mess, your heads clearly haven't been muddled by whatever dark magic that's tainting the senses of the villagers. That said, if you don't want to end up dead, you'll need to watch your backs more than ever."
He shakes his head when Omen mentions burning bodies, "The thorns won't spread from victim to victim. Just exposing the body to sunlight would purge the plants inside. You only need to burn them if the victim is still alive." After saying this, he falls silent for a while. You get the feeling that this is a lot more talking than he's used to, but he also looks to be thinking about something.
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With the immediate threat removed, the fear and pain washes over Kit like a wave. Dropping her longsword, she holds her hand over the now seared flesh of her wound. Her body shakes, her tears run freely, and she hates herself for it. To show weakness or vulnerability in front of Omen or Thar is one thing, but in front of the others...especially in front of a Drow...is humiliating. She tries to redirect her pain and embarrassment into something else, anger perhaps, but she doesn't have the heart for it; she's too grateful just to be alive.
Thar charges forward and uses his augmented weight to grapple the drow and put the torch away from Kit.
"Stay away from her!!" he yells.
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"Get away from her! What are you doing!" Omen shouts at the Drow as he races towards Kit. He draws his rapier as he moves closer to her, moving to put himself between her and the elf.
"No...it's okay. He...he saved us. The dogs stung us. He was burning out the thorns."
"Twig is one of them. She led us into a trap."
"So the Twig we were talking to before is one of them? Or the thing you were fighting looked like Twig?" Omen askes as he tilts his head a bit... Placing his hands on her shoulders and looking into her eyes.
Still suspicious despite Kit words, the huge bugbear releases the drow but looks at him with a stern look.
"We should gave chase to them and finish this..." he grunts.
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Kit shakes her head in confusion.
"I...I don't know. It looked like Twig but it was made of those vines. Like what was happening to me and Amery. Maybe the plant is possessing her? Or maybe she always was one of them and what we saw before was an illusion? I'm really not sure."
She turns to Thar.
"We need to know what they are first. We killed two or three of them but more just dropped out of the vines. If you hadn't shown up with that torch..."
She turns to the Drow.
"I suppose I'm in your debt."
"You're alright now..." Omen says with a nod. "You realize I'm not letting you out of my sight now right... i should have never left you two out here without me..." he adds... sounding more like a concerned father than a detective.
The kenku then turns to look at the drop. "Yes... thank you for your help. Do you have any more information on these things?" Omen asks while adjusting his top hat.
Kit hangs her head, more upset at disappointing Omen than she ever would have been with her own father...
When Kit hangs her head, Omen frowns and attempts to give her a hug. "I... didn't mean... I mean.." He let's out a small sigh. "I'm not good at this. I know you can handle yourself, you just... had me worried is all."
if Kit accepts the hug, she can feel how stiff and awkward the kenku is showing any kind of affection. Omen is trying but you get the impression that he may have given or received hugs in his life fewer times than you can count on one hand.
Kit quickly returns the hug but tries to spare the Kenku too much awkwardness. Letting go of Omen, Kit smooths some errant feathers.
"I know. I had me worried to."
She shoots him a sardonic smile.
"Tell you what, I won't wander off anymore if you promise not to tell El."
"I'm better at keeping secrets than giving hugs." Omen replies with a grin. "You're secret is safe with me."
Amery will grit his teeth and lets the drow burn the thorns growing within him. "Damn that hurt and let us get out of here."
Kalgren turned the corner only to be greeted with a wall on fire collapsing and a cloud of ash and sooth rolling over his shoes. A drow was burning Kit's arm with a torch before moving on to Amery. Kit was hugging Omen, Thar was squeezing the drow and everyone was in disarray. Needless to say, Kalgren was a bit surprised.
'What in the Nine Hells transpired here?' He asked the group. 'Is everybody okay? Nobody dead? 'Cause I already got one murder victim corpse I need to inspect and-'
He suddenly fell silent and turned his thoughts outwards to his partner. Lulu, what's the situation there?
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"Twig's dead, sort of. Other than that, we'll survive."
Kit looks at the Drow as if awaiting confirmation that she and Amery will, in fact, survive.
"What do you mean a murder victim?"
'We were at the inn.' Kalgren replied. 'There was a scream. We ran outside. Someone was dead. Zale, I believe her name is. She was hung from the roof of the town hall, dark thorny vine wrapped around her neck.'
He stroke his chin in thought. 'Strangest thing were the vines sprouting out of her. Like they grew from the inside out, topped with bright red roses. She bled petals like blood.'
A little flake of ash got caught in Kalgren's mouth. He coughed and spat it out. 'Townspeople are in a panic. This guy, Cassian, tried to calm them down while we made our way over here.'
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"Just like Twig," she whispers.
"Just like what was happening to us..."
"Well. that all sounds..... interesting." The kenku says as he rubs the bottom of his beak with his gloved hand. "It sounds like anyone we find dead needs to be burned... or they may turn into more of these plant monsters." Omen reaches his hand into his pocket and rubs his fingers across the bird figure... working it in his hand. "It feels like instead of catching a murderer... we instead need to put an end to a disease... a plague of plants.."
"a plague of plants..."
"There was a rose in the fairie's bed, and another one in the chair in the house where Thar and I went looking for Twig. Maybe the missing people aren't missing at all. Maybe they've been right under everyone's noses the whole time "
Just as he is about to release Kit, Thar easily grapples the unsuspecting drow. "GAH!" he yelps as he struggles in the bugbear's grasp and nearly drops the dwindling torch in his attempt to escape. Thar easily holds him for the few moments before letting the angry elf go. Stumbling out of Thar's grasp, the drow shoots the bugbear a glare as he steadies himself. "No need to thank me. I was just doing my job." He mutters to Kit as Amery offers his wound, which he burns with the fading torch. Then he continues, "That thing was not the girl. It was a phantom. An illusion created by...whatever is producing these plants." He throws the now unlit torch at the ashen street, then looks back to Thar, "That would be pointless. No matter how many you kill, there will always be more. They need to be burned out at the source."
Lulu reports back what she's watched over the past few moments. The villagers seemed to have calmed down for the most part, and most of them have started retreating back into their homes. Cassian and Elenor have moved the body inside the town hall and out of sight of the villagers. Other than covering it up with a tablecloth inside the hall, they haven't messed with the body at all aside from an initial visual inspection.
As Omen and Kit converse, the drow walks a short distance away from the group before turning to face you again. With all the talking, he isn't able to speak up much. His eyes narrow at the mention of a murder victim, then he clenches his fists. "Another one." He mutters under his breath. Then he hisses through his teeth at them mention of Cassian.
He shakes his head. "It's not the same thing." He growls, "Whatever is behind this only wants fey. Did you not wonder why the dragonborn's body is the only one you've found? I don't know if those who have vanished are actually dead, but whatever is doing this doesn't care for any other victims." He takes off his hat and rubs hit temples, "There's a reason there aren't many sell swords on this case. That dragonborn must have found something important." He looks up at you all, "Given that you're in this mess, your heads clearly haven't been muddled by whatever dark magic that's tainting the senses of the villagers. That said, if you don't want to end up dead, you'll need to watch your backs more than ever."
He shakes his head when Omen mentions burning bodies, "The thorns won't spread from victim to victim. Just exposing the body to sunlight would purge the plants inside. You only need to burn them if the victim is still alive." After saying this, he falls silent for a while. You get the feeling that this is a lot more talking than he's used to, but he also looks to be thinking about something.