The moment Zack had planted himself on the floor firmly to ready himself just in case, and his eyes met with the other mans face, an unnatural chill seeped through him. He nearly dropped his sword in that moment of brief panic, before regaining himself, his gaze down, less from intentionally ttrying to look away and more from the weakening of his resolve and muscles in that moment. But just before he and his weapon collapse, he is suddenly released from the same terror that gripped him moments before. Terror wasn't a feeling Zack was used to. Sure he'd had scary situations in the past... but .... he had also never been put into a situation that would terrify him before.

As he regained himself, and seeing the movement out of his peripheral, and hearing the telltale whistle of a missile hitting 'flesh'? he picked himself up, but sure that this man had some sort of power similar to the Bodaks, so as he raised his view he made sure to not look at the mans face. Instead.... looking at the mans legs, taking Nadaars position into account, he would swing from the backside, spinning as he did so to add force to the blow, but in a way he could atleast try to stop it or pull it 'back' before it would hit Nadaar IF nadaar was even still close enough to be struck.

Zacks blade came singing through the air as for once, he did a more mundane attack, with the intent to decapitate the man at both of the knees - leaving him legless.

Kneecapitation Strike! :  Attack: 11 Damage: 11

The arrow strikes him in the back and not long after Zacks sword sweeps down and cuts both Alvins legs at the knee. He falls to the ground crying in pain but the cries soon turn back into laughter. Nadaar casts a spell on himself to ease the growing feeling of illness inside him. His rejuvenating spell helps, if only a little, his stomach churns just a little less and his growing fever slows. Unfortunately however on it's own it doesn't seem to be enough. Hahahaha...you only delay. And don't worry my dear girl. You'll see soon enough! Hahahaha. Alvin just lies on the ground laughing as blood spurts from his stump legs. 

(2 fails and 2 passes or Nadaar. The spell Grant's am auto success)

Nadia's stomach shot up to her throat when she sees Zack easily sever off the mans legs, her eyes widening at the gruesome sight as she felt her knees weaken. In a moment, her mind had taken her back in time where she first saw someone get their arms lobbed off right in front of her, and, for a second, she felt as small as she was back then. But it was Alvin's boisterous laughter that brought her back to reality. She swallowed thickly, her grip tightening on the arrow she held back as she ensured that she was out of arms reach of him for safety's sake.

She takes a second to look to Nadaar who... looked okay for the most part. She wasn't sure if his singing was him being in some stupor or if that was just him, but she looked back to Alvin, her face twisting into one of disgust.

"Just what the **** are you?"

Angar turns to look away from the man as his legs are removed from him. Though used to the sight of the dead, this was a different kind of evil Angar was not at all used to. What are you indeed you vile creature. And what did you do to dragonborn?

Alvin continues to laugh despite the pain from loose his legs, like some kind of deranged lunatic. Me? Hahaha. I'm just a man! You can kill me if you want! Cut me up into bits even! I'll be back! It's been promised! Hahahah. As for your friend. He should be feeling a bit..under the weather. Well? How do you feel boy? Hahaha

Angar gives Nadaar a concerned look before turning to Zack and Nadia. This thing should be put out of its misery. As soon as we are sure we don't need it.

Nadaar grins back toothily. "A bit better, actually. Though, I must applaud your master for such an insidious thing. Must've taken a page from Lycanthrope, if this feeling is to be trusted. A disease woven with magic to help it 'stick' just a bit better." He said confidently despite the churning in his stomach, and the looks of earnest concern seen out of the corner of his eyes.

"Unfortunate that he foolishly choose this course for himself. Why people are so determine to damn themselves to the Nine are beyond me." With a final crack of his neck, Nadaar turns to take his leave of the immediate area. "I would rather rob him of the unlife he seeks, but dispose of him if you feel need to... Do the same to the horse. I've lost my appetite." He states as tread his way out of immediate sight.

Once he did, Nadaar placed on his gullet and began humming what sounded like some sort of lullaby. And though no light show accompanied the magic taking place, a pulse of it went through him to untangle the 'knot' that was the disruptive magic in his system.

Action: Cast Magic B-Gone at 3rd level on self, ending any spell 3rd level or lower. If higher, the attempt to still dispel was a 11(See Discord).

Con Save: 4(See Discord)

Alvin laughs as Nadaar waks off, seeing that, despite Nadaars words, that it seems his spell has worked against the dragonborn. The bard slinks off down the tunnel to get a bit of privacy. Though not seen, wonders presence could be felt nearby, and Rillex hopped out from hiding in the Dragonborns hood to look at him with concern. Nadaar casts the spell, but despite it, he feels his body fail him. The spell it seems just wasn't strong enough to dispell the powerful magic affecting him, and his body was unable to resist. Nadaar muffles a cough as the spell finally runs its course and ends, leaving a new, more sinister affect in its place. Nadaar feels bears of sweat start to form at his brow. The heat from his rapidly rising fever brings back memories of the barn burning around his in Nightstone. He goes to wipe the sweat away, and finds a few scales and bits of flesh come off with it leaving behind a painful, bleeding chunk of exposed flesh in its place. 

Nadaar is no longer poisoned and instead is afflicted with Flesh Rot. The creature's flesh decays. The creature has disadvantage on Charisma checks and vulnerability to all damage.

(Initiative is over act as you see fit)

Zack was glad the attack had hit, if anything, he was glad the man had to suffer. I don't know what all he or his 'Master' have done, but i'm sure they both deserve worse than this. the cut was clean, and he managed to pull the sword back before he hit Nadaar as well. But seeing the man start to laugh and cackle like a maniac, telling the group how 'futile' our efforts were in so many words, and that the man didn't seem to care for himself. While Zack felt bad for Nadaars condition, though he wasn't quite sure what was happening to Nadaar, and he saw how Nadia reacted , both a little confused and apologetic, he flashed her a look of 'sorry' and of 'you should probably look away now.'

before looking down to the man who was cackling like a maniac, and Zack smirked, avoiding looking down at Alvin, but making sure the smirk was only on one side of his face, on the side Nadia couldn't see, as he was trying to avoid causing her even more distress. Hope you're OK Nadaar. Then addressing the Chipmunk 

You know, My mom apparently died of some disease. And Angar over there tells us that some little ***** is going around digging up peoples graves, desecrating peoples loved ones. Spitting on their memories without care.... You seem to think this situation is funny. You seem to think you have the upper hand. You like to take whats precious away from others. So you have ten seconds to tell us where your master is, what his plans are, what 'traps' are between us and him, and if you guys are responsible for that one disease that kills in one to three days. Or by the time I'm done chopping up your little whore of a horse, by the time i'm done carving her up with my sword, even if you can bring her back, you'll never be able to put her back together again.

The entire time he speaks, he walks closer to the horse, with that massive razor of a blade in a ready-to-chop position, as he said ten...

Intimidation roll: 7

Alvin just stares up at the ceiling laughing, though his laughing signal is starting to calm down. He looks over to Zack with a big, evil looking grin on his face. Haha. Of course of course. My master is further in, in the old ruins. He's expecting you I think haha. No traps, that I know of. Just plenty of critters and undead to stop you. Maybe you'll find your mother in there boy, haha, shambling around with all the others!

Alvin starts to laugh again until his fit of laughter changes to a fit of coughing. He starts to speak again, but this time his words are slower, and it seems like he is losing consciousness. And aye, he made that disease. Been perfecting it for years. I bring back the victims, probably your dear mother too. Don't worry though. None of you will be leaving this cave alive. You'll get to see her again soon boy.

"W-well would you look at that Rillex. Foul stuff, isn't it." Nadaar held out a shaky hand to show off the bit of routed flesh that fell. "F-foul stuff." He chuckled a mad man's chuckle as he slowly fell to a knee. As soon as it hit the ground he winced and fell back against the cave wall, eliciting a pained groan through gritted teeth. "So hot... Like then... But I... I think... I know the trick now, at least.. Can fix it... fix it no problem... Make sure the others--." He doubled over a bit and let out a bloody cough into his hand.

Something soft hit his hand. Something round and... as he reactively gave it a bit of a squeeze, the thing proved pliable. As he opened his eye once more to look, blinking away stars of pain, the Dragonborn frowned in confusion. "Did it... was it always so da..rk... oh... oh that's... that's not good." In his hand and staring back at him was an eye --his-- left eye covered in bits of rotted gore. The darkness to the left now made crushing sense. His breathing became erratic. He started to reach up as if to touch the deformity and feel the extent of the damage. His raised hand stops shakily part way before balled up into a tight fist.

"Now that just made it personal." He growled out, carrying not if he scared either Wonder or Rillex in the process, not that Wonder typically cared anyways. Nadaar then placed his hand on his chest, half singing and half humming the song until he believed it again. Believed the beat, believed the words, believed the message all until it became the truth for him and the weave. And so it was truth in the ensuing seconds, for there was no heat; only the rotting evidence of half-truths. Even the pain was but an echo.

Wordlessly, he ripped off part of his sleeve to work into a make shift bandana to obscure the horrifying socket and bit of exposed bone there. Though not completely hidden were the scales closest to it; now faded shades of grey. "What I wouldn't give for a pipe right now." He muttered as he sat there slumped up against the wall to await the others; his mood as dark as the left side of his vision.

Zack didn't hate Nadaar, and he was concerned for the mans well being, but for now he had to keep his mind on the task at hand. Hope the  bastards all-right. He listened to the half-answers given to him. It was mostly taunts, and half-info. No shit he's here somewhere.... useless information. And he's not likely to give up more if this already didn't work. Thanks for the few answers you did give. You see, I'm finding the path of the hero to be even more challenging than I expected. I keep running into these people who make me want to do bad things. But by killing you and your worthless master - I'll end at-least this portion of the grave-robbing. Your disease will die with you, and many people will be avenged. You and your master are nothing more than a stepping stone on that path. 

Once I report this all to the authorities, all that will happen is all your efforts will do nothing more than improve my reputation. So thanks for all your hard work. he would shoot Nadia a look, IF she were still in the area saying that this was more than his reputation but he was trying to demoralize the man (Performance?: 15)

After that he'd heft his sword, that familiar blue flame engulfing the blade in a heated roar, before he struck at the beast, attempting to decapitate it in a single strike.

BFB: Attack: 17 Damage: 12 + 1 fire

Angar is looking away from Alvin, clearly barely able to look at the man in pure disgust. As Zack speaks, Amgar realizes what is going to be done and leaves the chamber to go check on Nadaar. Alvin meanwhile just starts to laugh again after Zack mentions reporting this to the authorities. His laughter continues all the way until the blade severs the neck of his horse. The undead mount collapses to the ground as fire slowly consumes its body. Alvin's laughs turn into cries and shouts. No! You monster! She did nothing to you! You'll be flayed alive for that!

N-Nadaar. By the gods what happened to you? Angar leans down to inspect the wounded Nadaar, showing no concern that me might catch whatever disease may plague the dragonborn but also seemingly at a loss for how he can help. Master Zack, Lady Nadia, something terrible has happened here!

Rillex starts mowing sadly, having. Stepped back as the appendage fell out of its rightful place. Nadaars most recent spell seems that have made him feel better, or rather feel like he won't be getting worse. Unfortunately however the damage, as it were, was already done. Rillex rubbed up against the dragonborn, trying to raise his spirits. Wonder meanwhile just stood there staring stoically, not that anyone but Rillex could see her anyway. 

Nadia couldn't stomach the sight of the man before her and heeded to Zack's look and brought her gaze to the ground, her bow still taut with an arrow in hand in the place she held it. The ranger hoped that the fighter's words, as gruesome as they were, would milk out some more information from Alvin, which it did, but it was truthfully nothing they didn't know already. Even with her eyes on the dirt, she could still imagine the man's look upon his face when he answered...

At this point in time, all she wanted to do was leave and check on Nadaar, but Angar had beaten her to the punch, and there was no way in hells she was going to leave Zack alone with this maniac, unknowing if he was capable of using that sort of spell again but on him instead. Gods above stop her if that happened... And if it was the disease all those people died from... She shook her head. Nadaar looked relatively okay when he had walked off, she having to assume that whatever spell he had cast was working enough to slow the process of the illness, maybe even stopping it completely, and he just needed a second to catch a breath. He'll be okay, she told herself. He'll be fine.

The cry of the horse causes Nadia to wince and her face to scrunch up at the smell of now burning hair. It was all to familiar a stench to her and she needed out. Thankfully, with Angar's call being a valid excuse, she gives a worried look over to Zack, lowering her bow. "C-come on," She gets out, not bothering to play off the crack in her voice. "Let's just... Leave him to rot." 

She would stay with the fighter had he not listened to her, even if he told her to go, she still fearing what the man was capable of had she left Zack alone. Was he capable of handling him? Absolutely, but she wouldn't be able to live with herself if anything happened to him too.

Had Zack listened and come along with her, she would rush over to Nadaar, and once she saw the damage done, though covered up with cloth, her heart sank to her feet and a hand went to cover her mouth and suppress a gasp. It was... only a few seconds... He looked okay just a few seconds ago. How in the world... Did the spell somehow accelerate? She could be seen going to reach out to the Dragonborn and inspect further, but she grew hesitant in her touch. Would touching him cause him more pain than he was already in? The thought itself was enough for her to retract her hand back to rest on her chest. 

She couldn't find any words to say and the questions she wanted to ask were pointless, so she adverted her gaze to Rillex, a frown upon her lips, and remained silent.

Zack almost looked down at Alvin, but remembered what would happen at the last second, and instead chose to look to where Nadia was His face was somber and mad but at Alvin, as opposed to Nadia. The smell of the burning horse mixed with rotting flesh was almost too much and it was all he could do to keep himself from retching. I agree Nadia. And sorry. I know what i'm doing here is hard for you, but maybe now, this prick feels just a little bit of the pain he's caused to others. And he can think on that as he bleeds out. Don't worry though, Alvin. Your master will meet you soon. I'll give him your regards. his taunts at the man were with less spirit than usual. 

He clearly asn't liking what he was having to do here. This wasn't like the noodle-limbed prick. Zack lit his blade once more, to cleanse the rot from it, as opposed to attacking. I hope we won't meet again Alvin. Just around then, he heard Angars shouts and finally picked up the pace as a sense of urgency came into play. I knew whatever the man did to Nadaar was bad but did it somehow get worse? he thought to himself as he jogged swiftly until they came upon the dragonborn.

At the sight, Zacks senses finally were overcome, between all the horrible smells, the thoughts, and the ... mess before him - He turned around, and moved as many steps as his body would allow before the violent convulsion of whatever food was in his gut spilled out onto the floor in a short-lived waterfall. Followed by several, smaller waves. After half a minute, he was spent finally, spitting out what he could, before taking a swig from his waterskin, swishing it around his mouth,  and spitting the contents out of his mouth, intent on getting the 'taste' out.

Spending another thirty seconds coughing and catching his breath, before finally turning around to assuage any worries that he was suffering from something before returning to the group. Sorry about that... but even I can only take so much. Are you ok nadaar?

From the other chamber, Alvin lays on the ground staring at the fallen horse with teary eyes as he slowly bleeds to death. Alone, he starts to smile when he hears Angars shouts and laughs to himself when he hears Zacks wrenching. His laugh comes back to full force for a moment, and the party can hear him laughing and calling out I told you you'd see! Hahaha I told you! His laugh lasts for only a few moments longer before is slowly starts to die down. Eventually, Alvin looses consciousness, and unless there is any type of intervention, dies from his wounds.

Nadaar is slow to respond, having drifted a bit out of consciousness for a few moments there while petting Rillex in his delirioum using his non-filthy hand. He's only begining to come to again when Angar called for the others. Even then, it took him a good minute or so to fully come around, having only just registered Zack's question, and after the looks of concern. With his one good eye remaining, he looked at the others in confusion, and then let out a hoarse sounding chuckle.

"Could be worse. Figured out his trick a bit too late. But, give me.. give me a second, and I'll--" Using the uneven parts of the wall as handholds, Nadaar dragged himself to his feet. If he was in any ongoing pain, the dragonborn either hid it well or some nerves were likely damaged by whatever it was done to him. Perhaps a might annoyed or uncertain of his footing, what with the decreased depth perception, but little more than that. Either which way, he takes one last look at the mess of eye, skin, and scales in hand before grimacing and just brushing the stuff off onto the wall.

"You know, I figured I wouldn't be losing any body parts until we got back onto that /giant/ business. At least then the story told later would elicit more applause than discomfort.... ah well." He comments on as a liberal use of water from his skin is used to further cleanse the hand. "Right. I am good to go. Though, I must warn that, while I can cleanse the disease, it must first be allowed to take root. So, bear that in mind, but do not worry too much. I had been a bit... If I had acted sooner, this... Just do not worry overly much. So long as I'm quick enough and conscious, I can cleanse it at least once more today. More than that, well..." He shrugged helplessly, than in a look to the floating staff, took hold of it to using a walking stick.

"*Cough*... Mn... Alright, enough with the faces. I'm not dead yet. Did any of you check his body and that area over there. Could be supplies we can use to turn the tide." Nadaar said briskly, blatantly ignoring the last jab for Alvin, and hoping a change of subject might spark some spirits.

Zack just sighs the sigh of 'fine' If you say so man. But he admitted to me that him and his are the ones who made that disease that may have killed my mother in a few days.... So bear in mind, you may have less than a week to live. Not to sound dire or depress you but, trying to make sure reality is strong in your mind as to what may happen. So if you can remove it, make sure you do until you feel better.You and I haven't gotten off on the best foot, but that doesn't mean I want you dead.

As for checking, I actually intended to check him once we were sure you were right, though for slightly different reasons. To see if he had some item that might lead the way or open some otherwise forever locked door, etc. So good to see our minds were pointing in the same direction. Rest for another minute or so, I'll go de4al with it. After retching up my lungs a moment ago... he says with a shiver as the memory of the 'taste' fills his mouth I doubt I'll be able to do it again soon. SO better now than later.

With that he'd give Nadia a nod and would be back soon. He would head back into the room and check Alvins 'pockets' if he had any, or otherwise pad along the clothing, but refused to touch the mans skin - less out of disgust or prude, than out of caution that whatever the man had might spread through that contact. If nothing was found on Alvin, he'd check whatever remained of the horse. And after that, the rest of the room.... (Check for the rest of the room: 19)

As Zack is checking Alvin he finds a distinct lack if any traditional keys. He does however find a small pouch on his person, which contains 50gp and chunk of stone about the size of a fist. The stone appears to be carved, shaped like a near perfect circle. In the center of the stone is an engraving depicting a skull with a worm crawling though an eye socket. The stone itself is quiet heavy. From the looks of it it's probably meant to fit into something.

In the corner the crates mostly contain food stuffs and personal affects. Some old, moth eaten clothing, none of which looks like it belonged to the same person. There are about 14 days worth of rations for a single person stored within the crates as well. 

The cart itself is empty, stained with old dried blood and it reeks of death.

The horses chambers contain little of value. The horse appears to have been eating a severed leg, similar body parts can be found tucked away in a crate. Other than the beasts gruesome dinner there is little else but a saddle and bridle here.

Had it not been for how sick she felt and how worried she was of Nadaar, she would have gone back and slit Alvin's throat after hearing his maniacal laughter echo throughout the caves once again. What kind of person got off to causing people such harm for no reason at all? She watched the dragonborn get up with worried eyes, wanting to help him up, but by the time her legs unfroze from the ground, he was already standing and speaking as he normally would. That was good at least, she would assure herself as she tried to focus on her breathing to rid the worry from her system.

Nadia passed Zack a glance when he mentions that there still is possibility of Nadaar passing despite being able to cleanse the disease, her lips thinning into a frown as a result, but she knew it needed to be said regardless. Possibilities were possibilities, they just needed to remain hopeful. He'll be okay. After a moment, she returns the fighters nod with one of her own, opting to stay away from that area in general unless they called for her.

When they were ready to set off, she would continue leading them through the caves.

Zack pockets the clearly necromantic trinket, and the gold, since he's been runnin on empty (queue music) for so long now, leaving the clothing where it was, for the same reason he didn't take any of the rations. They could be tainted somehow, like how the plague spread in warcraft 3 the old stories. Once done with the room, he'd head back, and tell the others what he'd found, including the food and clothing, and why he chose not to take them.

I'm worried about Nadaar but we have two choices... either we push on, and try to end this quickly, or, if Nadaar feels he needs his spell energy or whatever it is to cure himself, his hut still has a few more hours if he wasn't to risk it.

Nadaar listened, but the certainty in his own claims never lessens in his eye for even second. Although he did narrow his eye for a second in being compared to Zack's mother, an intruding retort is not forthcoming. Not immediately, anyways. Zack would get to say his piece before the Dragonborn shook his head.

"No offense, but your mother had not the benefits of magic or the good fortune and coin to seek it power from others." He states in a matter of fact tone. "Being what I am, I know its limitations -- Magic, that is, better than most... But! That is not to say that the concern isn't appreciated. As for rest, I need it not. Not yet, at least. Though I will admit to a bit of soreness, its nothing that cannot be walked off." He gave what he hoped was an assuring smile, if albeit perhaps off-putting thanks to the fresh injury. On that note, unless Zack tried to force Nadaar to rest, the Dragonborn would follow the soldier into the room. Albeit, not before taking a knee and offering Rillex an arm to scamper up and back into place in his hood. If refused, he does not press, and just gives an understanding nod.

When finally viewing Alvin there is no anger or raise that broils to the surface. Instead, he just gave the man a long, speculative look before focusing again on aiding in the search. What help he provides is limited, as there is at least one or two incidents of him completely missing a container. But each time such things happens, he huffed lightly, and grew more determined to make up for it; oddly enough, by taking his time. While not as sure footed as he once was, the Dragonborn at didn't need to rely on holding on to the skull staff by the end of the search. Still, he held on to it.

"As I said Zack, no need to fret so much. I can conjure a new hut any time. I just... takes bit of time is all." Nadaar said, rolling his shoulders at the time until grimaced over something. "... Besides, we do not have time to dawdle over long. The master is expecting us, now more than ever. And I rather not give them too much time to raise more minions, least we run into a like scenario as this morning. So? Northward?"