Vishal smiles at his teammates and says, "It was no problem you two. I know you two would do the same to me if I was in that situation. Just make sure the body is difficult to find." Feeling better Vishal stands and starts to stretch before addressing Druhdaar with, "It takes a lot of balls to do drag. It hurts, maybe one day I'll put you in it. You'll be so pretty."Vishal's voice then takes on a serious tone as he adds "Don't be too far behind us Druhdaar. It'll make us worry." Vishal's voice then takes on a teasing tone as he adds, "And I don't think I have enough in me to save your skin a second time today." Giving the druid a wink before looking at everyone else he says, "Alright folks. If we're ready let's move out and get this people to some safety."
Turning, you can see Lanan is slowly resheathing his sword, expression deadly serious. Aleel and Bhuji are holding each other's hands tightly, faces white, and Sulaan has Shiazala facing away from all of you and is quietly playing patty-cake with her. Dulamul looks like he wants the tree he's near to swallow him, and has his arms wrapped tightly around himself and his breathing as ragged as if he'd participated in the battle himself.
The silver mist dissipates after about a minute, leaving only the empty wooden box sitting in the clearing.
Taran finds three unlabeled vials in Jharee's bag, along with three daggers, two of which have some kind of container and release mechanism that lets you coat the blade in poison (both containers are currently empty), several extra sets of clothes, some rations, and a disguise kit. When he removes Jharee's current clothes, they shimmer, flickering for a moment into the form of a set of studded leather before dissolving into black mist that sinks into the ground. A moment later, Jharee's body does the same. Evidently someone else had the same concerns as you about speak with dead, although in the opposite direction.
The six of you slowly recover from the trying fight, many of you shaking off traumatic dreams from the strange mist.
OOC: I have a busy day today, so I'm giving you the day to rp. I may give you tomorrow as well, depending on how my schedule turns out. By Friday at the latest, I'm putting you on the road (again, unless that can't happen because of RP specifically, I'm never one to block some good character work), so if you have any adjustments to make to your plan or questions to ask one another, do it now!
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
Seeing that his companions are going to be, for the most part, alright. Vishal has his full attention of the refugees. Taking everything in it's obvious there is one who is not taking what just happened well at all. Vishal's look turns to one of concern as he studies the shifter closer for a moment. Moving so he is close enough to Dulamul to speak quietly and the man still hear him but, not in the shifter's personal space, Vishal's voice takes on a calming but still concern tone as he whispers to Dulamul. "Hey, everything is going to be alright now. I promised you I'm going to get you to safety. And if everything goes to plan that'll be the last bit of violence you have to see. I know we just met. And I was being extra cautious and questioning you. But that's because we knew a Thousand Eye was near. But now I can let my guard down a little more with you. My name is Vishal. I play a little music and can kind of sing. But I love to dance. It's my favorite thing in the world. And I promise to get you safe and that collar off of you. I just need you to trust me and tell me if there is anything I can do. I always want you to know you can talk to me if you need to. And none of it has to be shared, okay?"
Insight for the shifter's state of mind/emotions: 22
Taran nods numbly at Druhdaar, and forces himself to stand. He can't stop, got to move forward.
He places the three mystery vials in his alchemist kit. He'll work to identify them later, when they make camp for the night. He grabs the daggers, clothes, kit and rations and makes his way to Mr. Juhaan. With Esteemed Vishal busy talking to the refugees, Juhaan seems like the next in line. Besides he has uses for some of these supplies. His voice remains low, almost monotonous as he whispers to Mr. Juhaan and shows him the items.
For Juhaan and DM:
"You should take these," he starts out holding the bundle, "figure out who can use them best. These daggers have a release mechanism for poison. I found vials that might be poison. This one doesn't. The clothing and disguises will be useful to you though, Mr. Juhaan, since you can't change your clothes when you Shapeshift." Then Taran winces, "S-sorry. If it was a secret. I-I won't tell anybody."
Raising to his feet and still shaking his head slightly trying to push back the nightmares he sees Taran approaching and hears what he has to say
"Ooh shiny. Let me have a look." he says inspecting the bundle, particularly the vials and daggers "You can never have too many changes of clothings!" he says and upon hearing his last remark he casually adds "What makes you say that Mr. Taran?"
Not sure what to roll, pick any of the following if suitable:
Taran looks down, sinking back into himself, though the embarrassment seems to be taking his mind off whatever had been bothering him.
"I-well-my friend, Sim? She-uh-she's a changeling. And, well, when-when you changed, y-yesterday that is, you reminded me- of her that is. But, I-I thought, well, maybe the hat was magical. After all, it-it was such a smooth change, r-really polished. B-but, then, The Esteemed Vishal... well, he said there was no magic, here in the hollow, while he was ch-checking everyone. So... I-uh, I just figured, well, if your hat isn't magic... then it has to be you."
Taran's voice drops lower and he starts fidgeting with the elbow of his armor.
"I-I'm sorry, if it is... a bad thing, that I-that I figured it out. I-I wasn't, uh, I wasn't th-thinking when I said that. I-I don't want to make you... uncomfortable or anything. Who you are is for you, not me to-to tell people or spread it. So, I'll-I'll keep it a secret if you want. I-uh-I can keep secrets. P-promise."
Vishal frowns slightly as his words seemed to not have the effect he intended them to have. So, he decides to move onto the next best thing he could think of in order to help Dulamul out. He wordlessly pulls the shifter into a hug and simply whispers, "Everything is going to be alright." As he gently holds Dulamul and attempts to soothingly rub his back.
Vishal tightens the hug a little bit and whispers, "It's okay. I'm here to help you. You can relax. And if the hug is too much just let me know. I just hope this help to calm you down."
He puts the bundle on his backup for further inspection and removes a back top hat. He puts it next to Taran's head and considers it for a while until saying "Nahh, too much nobleness. The wrong kind of noble, mind you". He puts the black hat on his backpack and removes a green beret. "Now that's far better" he says putting it and his face transforming into an exact copy of Taran's "It is ok Taran. Sooner or latter this was bound to happen. I'm surprised you noticed so fast" he says in his own voice "Still have to work on my accents." he sighs slightly "I am what I am. A mix of Personas I've created during the time I spent running from the Thousand Eyes." he says removing the beret and returning to be Juhaan "Keep it. It might bring you good luck" the changeling says handing it over to Taran
As the group settles for the night, Druhdaar walks into the clearing they chose to make camp and settles wordlessly next to the fire pit. After a hard day's walk his clothes are even dustier than normal, but the big man doesn't seem to notice. He soon grabs one of the portions of stew proferred to him by Taran and slurps it down noisily, his eyes scanning the faces of the refugees over the brim of his wooden bowl. After polishing off this first helping he stands and fills his cup again, walking over to where Sulamul sits.
The shifter, seemingly just as disturbed and subdued as when they'd first met him the same morning, either hadn't dared or had chosen not to partake in the common meal, remaining as far away from the group as he could, seemingly intent on avoiding the general attention.
With a great 'hoomph' and a clatter of smelly furs, dusty gear and a series of grunts and huffs, Drudhaar sets down his massive frame next to the beast-man and unceremoniously pushes the full bowl into his hands.
" Eat. Long way tomorrow. Prepare For The Journey. (*) "
He then remains sitting quietly, staring vacantly into the small fire that Taran has built for them, gently and absent-mindedly rubbing one of the small bone buttons sewn into his vest.
(*) 'One Must Prepare For The Journeys Yet To Come' : an old shifter saying, used in a variety of occasions and fairly often by the weretouched, especially amongst themselves.
' Rogues Will Be Rogues ' (Circle of Fives Admission Rules, § 6 par. IV) " Put It Down. Now. Or Be Sorry. " (D. Khar-Errendis' Reported Tips For Curing Soul Ailments And Assorted Bad Behaviours, v. LIV p.XIII) " Tween thisThy and yonThou, shall I prove to Thee that these art what thou dost see ? " (Grimoire of The Great Pananthyr) " This One has said enough. Now, we fight. This way please ?" (8th Grade Bronze Disciple Raulnar Drohjo, Way of the Open Palm)
"Umm, th-thank you" Taran says as he awkwardly pulls the hat on, making a sort of lumpy mess. Then he starts chuckling, "It must be a changeling thing, giving gifts I mean. SIm was the one who got me this crossbow. She wanted... she wanted me to be s-safe... while... gathering herbs." As quick as it came, his good mood vanishes back behind the clouds of what just happened.
"I-I should gather up our r-ropes,"he says quietly, before scampering off to take down the rope harnesses they had used to hide in the trees.
"The relevant equation is: Knowledge = power = energy = matter = mass; a good bookshop is just a genteel Black Hole that knows how to read." - Terry Pratchett
OOC: To clear up timeline confusion, we're going to temporarily skip Druhdaar's post and pick up from Taran's. When I move you guys to camp tomorrow morning, I'll quote Druhdaar's post and that will kick off the camp scene.
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Vishal pulls away a little bit so he is looking more closely at Dulamul again. He attempts to meet the shifters eyes and look to see if the hug has worked any for helping the man calm down.
Dulamul still looks nervous in the extreme, but his breathing has calmed a little and his shoulders are a little more relaxed. He still won't meet your eyes, however.
Vishal's smile returns a little bit as he notices that the shifter is calming down, however, Dulamul still won't meet his eyes. "Dulamul, can you look me in the eyes please."
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Vishal smiles at his teammates and says, "It was no problem you two. I know you two would do the same to me if I was in that situation. Just make sure the body is difficult to find." Feeling better Vishal stands and starts to stretch before addressing Druhdaar with, "It takes a lot of balls to do drag. It hurts, maybe one day I'll put you in it. You'll be so pretty." Vishal's voice then takes on a serious tone as he adds "Don't be too far behind us Druhdaar. It'll make us worry." Vishal's voice then takes on a teasing tone as he adds, "And I don't think I have enough in me to save your skin a second time today." Giving the druid a wink before looking at everyone else he says, "Alright folks. If we're ready let's move out and get this people to some safety."
Turning, you can see Lanan is slowly resheathing his sword, expression deadly serious. Aleel and Bhuji are holding each other's hands tightly, faces white, and Sulaan has Shiazala facing away from all of you and is quietly playing patty-cake with her. Dulamul looks like he wants the tree he's near to swallow him, and has his arms wrapped tightly around himself and his breathing as ragged as if he'd participated in the battle himself.
The silver mist dissipates after about a minute, leaving only the empty wooden box sitting in the clearing.
Taran finds three unlabeled vials in Jharee's bag, along with three daggers, two of which have some kind of container and release mechanism that lets you coat the blade in poison (both containers are currently empty), several extra sets of clothes, some rations, and a disguise kit. When he removes Jharee's current clothes, they shimmer, flickering for a moment into the form of a set of studded leather before dissolving into black mist that sinks into the ground. A moment later, Jharee's body does the same. Evidently someone else had the same concerns as you about speak with dead, although in the opposite direction.
The six of you slowly recover from the trying fight, many of you shaking off traumatic dreams from the strange mist.
OOC: I have a busy day today, so I'm giving you the day to rp. I may give you tomorrow as well, depending on how my schedule turns out. By Friday at the latest, I'm putting you on the road (again, unless that can't happen because of RP specifically, I'm never one to block some good character work), so if you have any adjustments to make to your plan or questions to ask one another, do it now!
Stella Diamant, Human Rogue 17 (Swashbuckler), The Exploits of Misfit Company
Kat, Medtech, Cyberpunk: Red
Shi, Changeling Bard 4 (College of Spirits), Tyrant's Grasp
Dani, Human Artificer 9 (Armorer), Skulls and Starships
DM, Project Point (Teams Scimitar and Longsword)
Everything Else!
Seeing that his companions are going to be, for the most part, alright. Vishal has his full attention of the refugees. Taking everything in it's obvious there is one who is not taking what just happened well at all. Vishal's look turns to one of concern as he studies the shifter closer for a moment. Moving so he is close enough to Dulamul to speak quietly and the man still hear him but, not in the shifter's personal space, Vishal's voice takes on a calming but still concern tone as he whispers to Dulamul. "Hey, everything is going to be alright now. I promised you I'm going to get you to safety. And if everything goes to plan that'll be the last bit of violence you have to see. I know we just met. And I was being extra cautious and questioning you. But that's because we knew a Thousand Eye was near. But now I can let my guard down a little more with you. My name is Vishal. I play a little music and can kind of sing. But I love to dance. It's my favorite thing in the world. And I promise to get you safe and that collar off of you. I just need you to trust me and tell me if there is anything I can do. I always want you to know you can talk to me if you need to. And none of it has to be shared, okay?"
Insight for the shifter's state of mind/emotions: 22
Persuasion for attempting to calm him down: 7
Vishal:
He's...scared? Maybe nervous? You really have no idea.
Dulamul's breathing steadies a very tiny bit, but he doesn't say anything, fixing his eyes on the ground. He gives a tiny, almost imperceptible nod.
Stella Diamant, Human Rogue 17 (Swashbuckler), The Exploits of Misfit Company
Kat, Medtech, Cyberpunk: Red
Shi, Changeling Bard 4 (College of Spirits), Tyrant's Grasp
Dani, Human Artificer 9 (Armorer), Skulls and Starships
DM, Project Point (Teams Scimitar and Longsword)
Everything Else!
Taran nods numbly at Druhdaar, and forces himself to stand. He can't stop, got to move forward.
He places the three mystery vials in his alchemist kit. He'll work to identify them later, when they make camp for the night. He grabs the daggers, clothes, kit and rations and makes his way to Mr. Juhaan. With Esteemed Vishal busy talking to the refugees, Juhaan seems like the next in line. Besides he has uses for some of these supplies. His voice remains low, almost monotonous as he whispers to Mr. Juhaan and shows him the items.
For Juhaan and DM:
"You should take these," he starts out holding the bundle, "figure out who can use them best. These daggers have a release mechanism for poison. I found vials that might be poison. This one doesn't. The clothing and disguises will be useful to you though, Mr. Juhaan, since you can't change your clothes when you Shapeshift." Then Taran winces, "S-sorry. If it was a secret. I-I won't tell anybody."
Taran Cragshollow (Summit Road)
Juhaan
Raising to his feet and still shaking his head slightly trying to push back the nightmares he sees Taran approaching and hears what he has to say
"Ooh shiny. Let me have a look." he says inspecting the bundle, particularly the vials and daggers "You can never have too many changes of clothings!" he says and upon hearing his last remark he casually adds "What makes you say that Mr. Taran?"
Not sure what to roll, pick any of the following if suitable:
Investigation: 13
Nature: 11
Taran looks down, sinking back into himself, though the embarrassment seems to be taking his mind off whatever had been bothering him.
"I-well-my friend, Sim? She-uh-she's a changeling. And, well, when-when you changed, y-yesterday that is, you reminded me- of her that is. But, I-I thought, well, maybe the hat was magical. After all, it-it was such a smooth change, r-really polished. B-but, then, The Esteemed Vishal... well, he said there was no magic, here in the hollow, while he was ch-checking everyone. So... I-uh, I just figured, well, if your hat isn't magic... then it has to be you."
Taran's voice drops lower and he starts fidgeting with the elbow of his armor.
"I-I'm sorry, if it is... a bad thing, that I-that I figured it out. I-I wasn't, uh, I wasn't th-thinking when I said that. I-I don't want to make you... uncomfortable or anything. Who you are is for you, not me to-to tell people or spread it. So, I'll-I'll keep it a secret if you want. I-uh-I can keep secrets. P-promise."
Taran Cragshollow (Summit Road)
Vishal frowns slightly as his words seemed to not have the effect he intended them to have. So, he decides to move onto the next best thing he could think of in order to help Dulamul out. He wordlessly pulls the shifter into a hug and simply whispers, "Everything is going to be alright." As he gently holds Dulamul and attempts to soothingly rub his back.
Juhaan:
Two of them are definitely poisons, you're not sure what kinds. The other one...isn't poison.
Dulamul goes completely stiff in Vishal's hug, seeming almost...confused as to what's going on.
Stella Diamant, Human Rogue 17 (Swashbuckler), The Exploits of Misfit Company
Kat, Medtech, Cyberpunk: Red
Shi, Changeling Bard 4 (College of Spirits), Tyrant's Grasp
Dani, Human Artificer 9 (Armorer), Skulls and Starships
DM, Project Point (Teams Scimitar and Longsword)
Everything Else!
Vishal tightens the hug a little bit and whispers, "It's okay. I'm here to help you. You can relax. And if the hug is too much just let me know. I just hope this help to calm you down."
"I'm...fine," Dulamul manages to squeak out.
Stella Diamant, Human Rogue 17 (Swashbuckler), The Exploits of Misfit Company
Kat, Medtech, Cyberpunk: Red
Shi, Changeling Bard 4 (College of Spirits), Tyrant's Grasp
Dani, Human Artificer 9 (Armorer), Skulls and Starships
DM, Project Point (Teams Scimitar and Longsword)
Everything Else!
Juhaan
He puts the bundle on his backup for further inspection and removes a back top hat. He puts it next to Taran's head and considers it for a while until saying "Nahh, too much nobleness. The wrong kind of noble, mind you". He puts the black hat on his backpack and removes a green beret. "Now that's far better" he says putting it and his face transforming into an exact copy of Taran's "It is ok Taran. Sooner or latter this was bound to happen. I'm surprised you noticed so fast" he says in his own voice "Still have to work on my accents." he sighs slightly "I am what I am. A mix of Personas I've created during the time I spent running from the Thousand Eyes." he says removing the beret and returning to be Juhaan "Keep it. It might bring you good luck" the changeling says handing it over to Taran
As the group settles for the night, Druhdaar walks into the clearing they chose to make camp and settles wordlessly next to the fire pit. After a hard day's walk his clothes are even dustier than normal, but the big man doesn't seem to notice. He soon grabs one of the portions of stew proferred to him by Taran and slurps it down noisily, his eyes scanning the faces of the refugees over the brim of his wooden bowl. After polishing off this first helping he stands and fills his cup again, walking over to where Sulamul sits.
The shifter, seemingly just as disturbed and subdued as when they'd first met him the same morning, either hadn't dared or had chosen not to partake in the common meal, remaining as far away from the group as he could, seemingly intent on avoiding the general attention.
With a great 'hoomph' and a clatter of smelly furs, dusty gear and a series of grunts and huffs, Drudhaar sets down his massive frame next to the beast-man and unceremoniously pushes the full bowl into his hands.
" Eat. Long way tomorrow. Prepare For The Journey. (*) "
He then remains sitting quietly, staring vacantly into the small fire that Taran has built for them, gently and absent-mindedly rubbing one of the small bone buttons sewn into his vest.
(*) 'One Must Prepare For The Journeys Yet To Come' : an old shifter saying, used in a variety of occasions and fairly often by the weretouched, especially amongst themselves.
' Rogues Will Be Rogues ' (Circle of Fives Admission Rules, § 6 par. IV)
" Put It Down. Now. Or Be Sorry. " (D. Khar-Errendis' Reported Tips For Curing Soul Ailments And Assorted Bad Behaviours, v. LIV p.XIII)
" Tween thisThy and yonThou, shall I prove to Thee that these art what thou dost see ? " (Grimoire of The Great Pananthyr)
" This One has said enough. Now, we fight. This way please ?" (8th Grade Bronze Disciple Raulnar Drohjo, Way of the Open Palm)
"Umm, th-thank you" Taran says as he awkwardly pulls the hat on, making a sort of lumpy mess. Then he starts chuckling, "It must be a changeling thing, giving gifts I mean. SIm was the one who got me this crossbow. She wanted... she wanted me to be s-safe... while... gathering herbs." As quick as it came, his good mood vanishes back behind the clouds of what just happened.
"I-I should gather up our r-ropes," he says quietly, before scampering off to take down the rope harnesses they had used to hide in the trees.
Taran Cragshollow (Summit Road)
Caelius walks over to Juhaan and Taran. He dusts some dirt off his book and begins pointing,
”A-L-E-E-L And B-H-U-J-I Look S-C-A-R-E-D. Can One Of You Help Me Help Them?”
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"The relevant equation is: Knowledge = power = energy = matter = mass; a good bookshop is just a genteel Black Hole that knows how to read." - Terry Pratchett
OOC: To clear up timeline confusion, we're going to temporarily skip Druhdaar's post and pick up from Taran's. When I move you guys to camp tomorrow morning, I'll quote Druhdaar's post and that will kick off the camp scene.
Stella Diamant, Human Rogue 17 (Swashbuckler), The Exploits of Misfit Company
Kat, Medtech, Cyberpunk: Red
Shi, Changeling Bard 4 (College of Spirits), Tyrant's Grasp
Dani, Human Artificer 9 (Armorer), Skulls and Starships
DM, Project Point (Teams Scimitar and Longsword)
Everything Else!
Vishal pulls away a little bit so he is looking more closely at Dulamul again. He attempts to meet the shifters eyes and look to see if the hug has worked any for helping the man calm down.
Insight: 9
Vishal:
Dulamul still looks nervous in the extreme, but his breathing has calmed a little and his shoulders are a little more relaxed. He still won't meet your eyes, however.
Stella Diamant, Human Rogue 17 (Swashbuckler), The Exploits of Misfit Company
Kat, Medtech, Cyberpunk: Red
Shi, Changeling Bard 4 (College of Spirits), Tyrant's Grasp
Dani, Human Artificer 9 (Armorer), Skulls and Starships
DM, Project Point (Teams Scimitar and Longsword)
Everything Else!
Taran reverses direction as soon as he sees Mr. Caelius gesturing him over.
"O-of course, Mr. Caelius, w-whatever you need."
Taran Cragshollow (Summit Road)
Vishal's smile returns a little bit as he notices that the shifter is calming down, however, Dulamul still won't meet his eyes. "Dulamul, can you look me in the eyes please."