Arkun steps in front, moving toward the man to assess, injured, tortured, dead? "Don't be frightened... we're here to help, some horrible things going on in this cave, did anyone move past you? Are you awake, are you alright?..." Arkun holds his staff ready, but examines the man with a keen eye, used to assessing injuries, applying poultices, and bandaging lacerations in the past. He looks for signs of injury, seen or unseen, physical.. or mental.
Medicine : 20
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A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Aldric's eyes narrow into slits as he scans the room. There's no sign of the so-called Lord, but here is another body. Most likely another undead. Perhaps the Lord in disguise. Some kind of prisoner? Unlikely, in the half-orc's opinion.
OOC: If anyone approaches the man, Aldric will tell them to stop.
The knight turns to look at the other three. "Did any of you see any other passages besides those that led here? Could he have taken another turn?"
Following their responses, he turns to eye the strange sigil. (Roll a check for me, DM, to see if I know anything about this thing?)
If he doesn't recognize it, he asks, "Arkun, do you know what that is?" Though perhaps a long shot, he hopes the druid can share some insight.
As Arkun moves toward the body, Aldric is immediately at his side, clasping the elf's shoulder. "Step back," he warns. The words hiss through the half-orc's thick lips, but his eyes are on the body — a mixture of anger and wariness. "You remember what happened the last time we tried to 'aid' a body we found."
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Arkun steps in front, moving toward the man to assess, injured, tortured, dead? "Don't be frightened... we're here to help, some horrible things going on in this cave, did anyone move past you? Are you awake, are you alright?..." Arkun holds his staff ready, but examines the man with a keen eye, used to assessing injuries, applying poultices, and bandaging lacerations in the past. He looks for signs of injury, seen or unseen, physical.. or mental.
Medicine : 20
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Aldric's eyes narrow into slits as he scans the room. There's no sign of the so-called Lord, but here is another body. Most likely another undead. Perhaps the Lord in disguise. Some kind of prisoner? Unlikely, in the half-orc's opinion.
OOC: If anyone approaches the man, Aldric will tell them to stop.
The knight turns to look at the other three. "Did any of you see any other passages besides those that led here? Could he have taken another turn?"
Following their responses, he turns to eye the strange sigil. (Roll a check for me, DM, to see if I know anything about this thing?)
If he doesn't recognize it, he asks, "Arkun, do you know what that is?" Though perhaps a long shot, he hopes the druid can share some insight.
Cross posted.
As Arkun moves toward the body, Aldric is immediately at his side, clasping the elf's shoulder. "Step back," he warns. The words hiss through the half-orc's thick lips, but his eyes are on the body — a mixture of anger and wariness. "You remember what happened the last time we tried to 'aid' a body we found."