Despite your words vampirism insticts kick in at the sight of the priestess fear. The air is practically thick with it and predatory insticts kick in. The priestess is simply prey, nothing more. You don't lose control over yourself the desire to hunt is clear in your eyes and betrays your words. The pair can sense that plainly from you and the woman takes another step back and begins muttering a prayer to herself. The priest of Tempus steps forward, axe in hand. It would give me endless pleasure to do battle with a creature such as yourself. It would be a battle worthy of Tempus, but I have sworn to never shed blood in this house of shared faith. However this is not a place for the likes of you. Know this creature of the night, you may have destroyed your master, you may resist the urge to feed, but you're place is not here among the living. These friends you mention put themselves at great risk by suffering you to live. They must be fools of the highest degree to continue to do so. At best. They would be run out of town with you, at worst they'll join your fate when you can no longer resist the urge. You're will may be your own, but you'll not be able to resist your true nature for ever beast. Because of my vow I will allow you to leave. Your friends may join you if they wish, it would be safer if they did not however. But you must leave this town at once, or I will simply pray for forgiveness for breaking my vow after breaking your body.

As he finishes the priestess seems to finish her prayer. She's clearly frightened but stands firm and ready to fight should it come to it.

Rollo feels the pull for a second and listens to the words before acting. He reaches up and begins to unbuckle the sword from his back. After that he removes the handaxe from his belt and lays it with his pack on the floor. After this he unbuckles the shining mythral plate armor, inscribed with the ruins of Tyr. He turns and lowers his hood before walking out into the sunlight and the street outside. "I shall not force you to break your vows but if all I will ever be is a danger to good people then by Tyr's laws I must end the danger. Come, destroy the heathen and rid the world of the unclean. There will be no fight unless it is what you truly wish as an offering to Tempus. And priestess, remember what I said, the arms and armor to the group at the inn." 

Claire decides to head towards the all faiths temple as well, curious if perhaps they have a shrine dedicated to The Light that she follows herself, but she halts and waits outside as she hears Rollo announce himself as undead and the ensuing interaction.  Finally, as it seems Rollo has once again invited and relinquished himself to death, Claire shoves through the door.  “Wait!” She calls, and then steps in front of Rollo and faces him. There are bags under eyes, as if she didn’t sleep well, and her jaw is clenched tightly.  She exhales shakily and then steels herself.  “If living is truly a fate too cruel for you... if you truly desire the end, and if your vampirism will undoubtedly get the best of you eventually... I will not shirk my responsibility as your companion, as your friend.  I will not leave it to some stranger.”  Claire casts Spiritual weapon, and summons her golden spear wrapped in vines, the weapon settling gently into her hand, and she grips it as she would a normal spear.  She looks distraught.  “Is this really what you want?”

Rollo looks to her and gives a slight, compassionate smile. "One of the greatest tenants of Tyr is that evil must be destroyed before it can hurt. If I am.to become an evil that I cannot control then by everything I stand for I must be destroyed." He walks slowly forward until a bit of sunlight begins touching and burning his skin. He reaches out and takes the end of the spear, bringing it gently up to his own chest. "Thank you for all that you have tried to do but this must be the end. I have lived long enough to see myself become everything I hate and by everything I am, I know what I must do." He steps forward, pushing himself onto the spear, speaking a prayer to Tyr.

Heyrðu! Þar lít ek nu föður mín.

Heyrðu! Þar lít ek nu móður mín,

Ok brœðu mín, ok systur.

Heyrðu! Þar lít ek langfeðgaættir af öndverðu.

Heyrðu! Þau kalla at mér,

Þau bidja mér at koma vel í lag í Helgafjöllin,

Þar er úfriðarmönnum sigrask,

Ok dugandmennina lifi at eilífu.

Ok sýttum vér ekki, en fagnum vér þeim,

Er höfðu lofligum létusk.

As Rollo finishes his prayer, Claire cries out a wordless shout and shoves the spear the rest of the way through him.  As strength leaves the man, Claire kneels with him.  The cleric’s voice wavers as she speaks  “... May you fi... find... sal...va... ...The Light brings... the light...  I’m sorry... I’m sorry, I’m...” Her voice trails off.

As life leaves Rollo his body soon disintegrates into dust leaving nothing but the gear he left behind for the party.

Claire feels strong hand touch her shoulder. I didn't know the man in life, but it took great courage and strength of will to do what he did. His fate was cruel and unfortunate but in the end he made the only possible choice. I have no doubt Tyr would welcome such a man into his halls. As for you young one, do not blame yourself, or him. The accursed creature who turned your friend is the only one to blame, and there was no shame in trying to help him though it was certainly a fools errand.

The priestess slaps him. You blockhead! Can't you see the poor things distraught! She kneels down beside Claire and pats her back, not speaking but just letting Claire let out her emotions.

The golden spear crumbles away along with Rollo as Claire dismisses it.  As the man speaks to her, her teeth clench, not in anger towards him, but towards herself; she knows he is correct.  When the priestess kneels beside her, Claire turns towards the woman and lets her forehead rest against her shoulder, letting her weariness and sadness hang on the priestess despite being a stranger.

She let's you sit there for a while before gesturing to the Tempus priest to gether Rollos belongings. I'm sorry miss, truly. Your friend said you were staying in the inn next door right? Perhaps we can escort you to your room. You have other friends who should be told what happened yes?

He also left his gear behind. It should be returned to his companions. 

Claire takes a deep breath, and nods.  “Thank you, but I can go on my own.  I’ll be fine,” she says quietly.  She stands and regards Rollos things before gathering them up systematically, her movements rigid.  “I’ll be back for the plate armor.”  Then she leaves to find the others, somberly telling then what happened when she reaches them.

Torsus had spent the night prior, withdrawn into his shell. Not so much due to Rollo's existence but for the lack of shelter in general. Afterall, if you have a choice, why would anyone sleep with their limbs exposed? Especially their neck. Torsus also found out that very morning that he no longer had rations. to eat, which would leave his belly quite empty upon waking up. He had explained the night before, that his display wasn't about him wanting Rollo to suffer, or any such thing, but rather a display both of trust, and to show via example exactly what he had to deal with so that his own issue might be known, and he corrected Narz on the fact that his spell had to be the killing blow, as the magic dissipated swiftly, rather than 'once you're hit, that's it.'

As the group made it into the town, Torsus could smell the poultry from a mile away, and hastened to the location to fill his otherwise empty stomach. Allowing Narz to go where he would go, and Rollo going about his business. Having just completed his purchase of one that had atleast been cooked at some point, he dug in, unceremoniously, though he moved away from the poultry vendor if only to not be a bother to his business, though he wasn't far. Torsus having gotten perhaps ten bites into his meal (hearty bites, mind you!) and at-least for the moment his hunger was being sated when Claire cries out, drawing his attention, given that she and Rollo were quite literally only across the street... With the food in hand, he rushes to find out what the cause was, likely nearly being hit by a carriage on the way but regardless finding the scene within moments.

With a heavy sigh, he closes his eyes as he stands there. The fool has consigned himself to oblivion.... he thought to himself, as whatever happened to Rollo's body occurred - Though there was no blame, or hate, in his tone. If anything there was a subtle pity there, since of all the group, Torsus, knowing his own likely fate at the end was probably the closest to knowing what would happen to Rollo's afterlife, if he even had an afterlife.  Regardless, he gave Claire a single pat on her shoulder, not wanting to risk her ire if his hand were to linger since Claire had her own problems with Torsus even if they were minor before Claire leaves.

Once she does, having heard atleast what the man said, he says then to the man. I harbor no ill-will to you as I say this. But that is a foolish statement, child. You say it was a fools errand to try to cure him, and save him? Before man could cast a single spell, Magic was a fools errand. Before man could fly with the aid of airships, Flying was a fools errand. Things are only impossible, until they are done. You would do well to remember that. Nothing in this world is impossible, it is only ever a matter of when someone discovers the how. Regardless, pray that his soul finds peace. I only knew him a short while, and though stubborn to the last, he was not a soul deserving of endless torment, or nonexistence. he says, allowing them to respond if they desire, before taking one last, final, full breath and taking his leave. Slowly eating now despite his lack of appetite, as he wandered the street, seeking a place that might sell rations.

As far as the previous eve's correction from Torsus, it hadn't much changed the goblin's demeanor on the subject. The fact remained that the Tortle wanted to go as far still stuck with the goblinoid. But regardless of whether Torsus intended to agree with both Claire and Narz' request to temper his interactions in the future, Narz at least hadn't pressed the issue that night or the morning to follow. After the exchange with Rollo, the hobgoblin just didn't have the will to bother with further drama.

Following day in Red Larch...

Narz is nothing if not patient with the Inn Keeper and Dakkurz as they drifted "off topic" with their exchange. Dakkurz' warning about the locals... understandable perspective of goblinkin notwithstanding, he observed with interest in spite of the mundanity of the conversation. In fact, it truly appeared to be refreshing for the hobgoblin, as the tension in his shoulders and posture gave way overtime. Which might account for how easily he had been startled when conversation shifted back to the matters of bunking.

He quickly straightens out and tries to play off the incident by casually getting into the meat and potatoes of his request. "Ah, mn.. is that a bed for two or two beds in one room just to be clear?" He adds just to be certain, as two beds in one would be just fine. With a single big bed, that required some thought. Believing Dakkurz would no doubt take one for her own, he might ultimately make arrangements for two of the private rooms (giving a description of the rest of the party to come later) figuring there would be some sharing going on anyhow, and that stubborn Rollo would camp outside of town again. Surely the Tortle wouldn't mind sleeping on the floor anyhow...

In any event, with all that out of the way Narz grew progressively more at ease during the casual shopping spree. he even opts in to stopping to get a haircut, if only to trim down and touch up things. All in all, there's plenty enough to keep him busy for the next few hours at least. And short of Torsus breaking the news early during a chance meeting on the shopping spree, Narz spirits remained fairly high until then, or until inevitably reuniting with anyone else who'd been more inclined to follow Rollo.

(To Urben: Understood on the money thing)

(Just by the by 3 cp for the haircut and yes the rooms have a single bed for 2 people)

Claire heads to the Inn, and not seeing Narz there, she asks the innkeeper about a hobgoblin coming by and getting rooms set. Assuming she is told, she will store her and Rollo’s things in a room and return to the chapel to retrieve the armor.  Aside from stabling cauliflower, she spends the rest of the day within the inn, waiting for Narz and Ayed to return from their errands.

(how much for stabling the horse?  Also, could anyone  else use Rollo’s armor?  Claire will don it if no one else needs/wants it)

(As mentioned above 1 gold a night per animal.)

You all reconvene at the inn after sunset and those who haven't already hear the news. If you'd like to discuss this as a group feel free otherwise ill move us on to the morning.

Claire would be alone in a corner of the inn, staring into a mug of mead when Narz, Torsus, and/or Ayed return.

Upon arriving and eventually noticing Claire tucked into a corner, Narz just raises a brow and looks to the inn keeper or whatever staff happened to be closest at the time. But ultimately not really expecting an answer, he turns back to Claire, appearing to weigh pursuing discourse over finding respite, before giving up with a sigh and approaching the woman. Although yet hopeful of being able to head shortly to his rooms, he remained standing as he said, "I'm not sure if you've been made aware of it yet. But I rented two rooms for the evening, expecting you and Ayed might not be unopposed to sharing. That, and I figured Rollo would not exactly be of a mind to stay in town... again, eh?" The last word he says with some hint of exasperation to his voice.

If at that point he notices signs of growing hostility or sadness from Claire, he tries to cut her off at the pass raising a hand in a halting gesture and saying, "But perhaps it'd to better to assume things didn't go quite so swimmingly back at the Shrine, I take it?"

Claire swallows and taps her fingers against her glass.  “... Rollo... tried to get himself killed again, by the priest there.  I’d followed him... so I intervened.”  Claire’s grip on the drink tightens; it looks like she hasn’t taken a single sip.  “I wasn’t going to let him die by a stranger’s hand, so I offered to do it myself.  Rollo graciously accepted.  He’s... no longer with us.”

Torsus himself had gotten twenty rations, both to keep it light, and because he tended to scrounge a bit before leaving camp each day to supplement. Having long ago finished his flavorful bird. He had walked at a turtles pace for once in his life. He was tired in a non physical way as he entered the place where he still needed to purchase a room. And as he did, he caught the tail end of the conversation as he pushed past the door, casually. A shame it came to that at all, but what is done is done. Worry not about the things you cannot change, only the things that you can. I say this not out of coldness or callousness, but that in the end we all knew it was his choice. he says, making a subtly resigned gesture, and shaking his head just a bit. I just suppose none of us truly knew how much it was effecting him. Hopefully he found peace.  he almost added an 'though I doubt it, considering..' but kept his maw shut for better judgement.

(Aeyd is with you guys in the inn. Player on vacation and while I'd normally bot given the topic I dont feel comfortable botting her reaction.)