The kiss grew to be more than just that. It was reciprocated ten fold, slowly becoming more heated, feverish, with their tongues dancing, and she couldn't help but lean into it more before reluctantly pulling away from him. Her body was on fire from that kiss alone. It left her wanting more, needing more, and her half-lidded eyes were blown wide from attraction, lust, and everything else in between. His gaze on her now was near animalistic, as if she was his prey and he was a predator ready to pounce on top of her and claim what was rightfully his. A shiver of delight coursed throughout her body in excitement at the thought alone and she wouldn't try to resist when he flipped their position.
Nadia felt as if she was coming down from a very good high when she noticed the sun rays leak through the moon-roof, the elf having been happily humming a tune as Zack washed her languidly. Busy with more important things, they nearly had forgotten the purpose of them even being there in the first place, only finally remembering after realizing the water levels in the tub were definitely lower than when they entered it with. Ah, well. They couldn't say they didn't bathe after spending practically the whole night in the bathing room, that's for sure.
A soft laugh emits from the back of her throat when he speaks, she silently agreeing with his statement by nodding her head. Her eyes then go from the ceiling to his hand tracing along her scar, frowning a bit as she gently cups her hand over his to stop. Nadia had qualities to be confident about, but of all the things about her, the scar was definitely one of things she always had felt insecure about. Even in moments like these, she felt it creep up on her in the back of her mind. It's too big... It healed incorrectly... It ruins you... You're damaged."It's unsightly, isn't it?" She asks meekly, almost as if searching for confirmation that those negative thoughts were right about it. "I'm sorry..." She bites her bottom lip in uncertainty, looking back up at the roof before following up with; "We should... probably get out now. Mm... Hopefully I can walk straight..."
Earlier with Nadaar. Sarah glares at Angar and looks like she wants to say something. Whatever was on her mind when approached the strange man seems to fade away as she looks at him and listens to him speak. Finally she just gives and exasperated sigh and follows Nadaar, leaving Angar by himself. Godrick finally comes down having delivered the drink to the bathing couple above. Godrick looks over to his daughter, and then focuses of Nadaar. Approaching he says Zack wants me to keep an eye on Angar. I don't think the guy means trouble but..well Sarah it would make me feel better if you stayed in tonight. Sarah looks as him, then to Nadaar with an apologetic look before giving a weakened reply Yes father. Sarah slowly makes her way upstairs to her room, while Godrick stands there staring at Nadaar. Can I get you a drink sir or food dir?
Nadaar met Sarah look with a just a defeated but understanding smirk. "Goodnight, Lady Sarah. May your dreams be more pleasant than this evenings events." He said after, all but appearing to ignore Godrick's stare at first, and then just as blissfully paid it no mind upon turning attention back on the man. "No, but I do appreciate the offer. Unfortunate that I will have no guide. But after today's events, I could use a walk... But here, for the second night for..."
Nadaar glances back up the stairs. "Well... Nadia's, Angar's, and -- unlikely as it may be -- Zack's stay. If not I'm not back in a hour, let them know in the morning that I'll be around then." With that, he slips Godrick a gold piece, and unless there's more from the man, a pleasant smiles is given on his way out the door. On the way he calls over Rillex for an hour of wandering around the village with a torch in hand.
If by some miracle he finds a clearing or unoccupied hill top to rest atop in his journey, there is where he rest, staring up at the heavens. But then returned the restlessness felt back in Nightstone. Unwilling to lose to it again, Nadaar pulls out his scimitars and sung, interweaving various forms and patterns with the song. As if allured by the performance, apparent strands of magic -- reflections of the weave -- gathered with every swipe and sweep, culminating into a protective cocoon. At times he thought he saw specters within the ever gathering strands; echoes of the past and present. Still, he stayed focus, pushing past restraints and fear until he specters disappeared from view. The last of which was a Dragonborn; feminine in figure and the hair-like scales tied into a tight beyond at the back. A figure that towered and scowled at Nadaar... But over time shrunk as he persisted in the final part of the performance. By the time of its completion, a breathless but satisfied Nadaar falls onto his back, laughing and crying until exhaustion drew him into the lands of dreams.
Nadaar; you find a clearing alongside a pond, far enough out of the way where its unlikely you'll be bothered but not far enough to say you've left town. Rillex watches your perfomance curiously until its conclusion, after which he curls up beside you and rubs his face against yours. As you lay there attempting to sleep, Rillexs head suddenly shoots up and looks off towards the west, away from town. Not sure what caused him to so violently react, you look the same direction but are unable to see anything. However, with your focus, thanks to Rillex being alert, you listen in and hear a squeaking sound in the distance. A consistancy squeak, like the sound a wheel might make when in need of oil. The sound is somewhere from the west of you, likely on the road, but seems to be getting fainter.
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Nadaar shook his head; clearing the last of the fog in mind. But even then, there could be no more denying the fading noise, than he could ignore the furry bur that was to likely be Rillex for the remainder of the evening. And so it is with a heavy sigh that the dragonborn collected himself once more. "Just so you know, my friend. If there's turns out to be little more than a wild goose chase, your paying for own breakfast from now on."
A tired grin is swift to follow. More than that, the Dragonborn would save for some other time to chase instead after the squeaky cart. Whereas at first it is only at a jog, a lack of progress would spurn him to run until either the source became clear enough, or the noise abruptly stopped; warranting both he and Rillex duck some place to hide. In either case, however much quiet he /could/ get away with in the approach just judging by the noise's growing or fading intensity, both Nadaar and Rillex tries to..
Nadaar surprisingly out stealths Rillex as you both approach the source of the sound. It's clear the noise is getting further from you faster than you can catch up at a walking pace so you start to jog towards it. Eventually you climb a hill that looks over the roadway. Still quite far from you, see a lone rider, his horse dragging a large cart covered with a tarp of some sort. The rider is hooded and the horse appears to have blinders or a hood covering its eyes from the side. You cant quite make out the contents of the cart, but just before the cart moves over the crest if their own hill you notice it jostle after hitting a bit of poor patchwork in the road. Something dark falls out from behind the cart, the rider doesnt seem to notice. They are heading south on the road you also notice. Eventually the cart is out of sight again, but the consistent squeaking continues and starts to fade again. What do you do?
"Rillex. You're faster than me. Stay on him, but be careful. I won't be far behind." He said following a curt motion to immediately renew the chase. However, once he gets to the spot the dark... something fell, he stops to try and find it; even go so far as to draw his scimitar. In the light just barely reflected in its edge, witch lights spawn from its surface, providing an added bit of light for the search.
Knowing time to be of the essence, if he cannot find anything odd within the first half a minute, he clicks his tongue, and tries again to pursue the carriage by foot. Only as it becomes abundantly clear that no amount of running would close the distance for even the fair moving cart does he finally stop and whisper to his blade, "That's enough. Unless you can find your way back easily. Return for now. Pursuit otherwise if confident, and then return to show where they stop." On the final word, he swipes at the air with the blade. Rather than end curtly, the bit of wind parted by the blade picks up and carries message after the Tressym in a whisper only he can hear.
Rillex flys ahead to keep following, like a veritable shadow the Tressym moves with grace and for a moment even Nadaar looses sight of him. Nadaar closes in on the spot he saw the object fall, inspecting it he finds the dark object to be a corpse. With the aid of the light he can easy tell this is the corpse of a human child, she was maybe in her 6the year. The corpse appears withered and pale, its hard to tell how fresh the corpse is in this state, but he can make put flecks of fresh dirt on the clothing and inside the mouth. The Rider hasnt seemed to notice Rillex, and so he keeps following, further away from town, at this pace you can gain on it, but if they see you and go full speed ahead you suspect they'll easily loose you
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Apart from a widening of eyes in surprise, Nadaar had not been startled by his discovery. But rather seconds later he went from surprised to agitated to the point of a rumbling grew in his throat. It did not take a genius to figure out in part the extent of the nightly caper. No goodly soul could callously do this to a child, and mean well outside of war. 'No. This will not stand' He thought as he stood up, and once more began following after the cart.
'Not one more... not another step' His second scimitar is drawn during the march, and together with the first, they are clapped together at the tips, producing not the clatter of metal, but a single, high pitched note. One that cut through the distance like a bolt shot out of crossbow before expanding near driver and horse in a mind numbing sound to knock them out on the spot. Even if only the horse is affected, Nadaar would use the confusion to try and run, cutting down the distance.
Movement: 30ft closer to cart.
Action: Cast Dream Note at 3rd level, creating a pool 32 hit points the spell affects. And targeting a point that would effect both Horse and Driver.
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Vogan - [Goliath-Hill]Bard - ???(A Dungeon-Delving Campaign Group C)
Your spell rings out to attempt to put both horse and rider to sleep. As you move forward you catch up, the rider looks behind him to the source of the sound and sees you heading his way. Unaffected by your spell, the spurs his horse on. The horse The horse neighs loudly, but the sound is off and sounds almost more like a deathly screech that pierces the night sky. It's at that moment you get glimpse of the horses dark rotting flesh, with some exposed bone and sinew. The horse picks up speed, and soon rider horse and cart are well beyond your reach as they dissapear towards the night horizon.
Nadaar had all but stumbled to a stop seeing the horse in its true tainted form. In fact, so caught off guard is he, the rider is but an after thought until the two have departed the scene. Shocked into silence by the extent of things, he only after the fact remembers to send another message to Rillex, recalling the Tressym to his side. Together, the two make their way back to the body of the child, Nadaar trying and failing along the way to put to words the discovery.
"The others... they need to--" He stops mid-sentence, having arrived by the child once more. As he stared down at him, contemplating more thoroughly on his next course of actions, the dragonborn eventually side and rubbed at his eyes. "My love for you is unquestioning, Lady Hlal. But could you not have provided a more amusing jest than this? For my sake?" He said to himself. "... A night. I can at least be kind and give my compatriots that much. For the future will not be so." On that grim note, a thoroughly defeated feeling Nadaar started up an abbreviated form of his earlier dance; only this time constructing a more opaque barrier to encompass both himself and the boy, with only Rillex having 'permission' to come and go. And settle he did some ten feet away within it for an uncomfortable but needed rest.
In the morning, he would send Rillex out to retrieve the others while he stayed with the body.
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His eyes were heavy for many reasons, and all of them except lack of sleep, good. He was in a similar state as she, though, for him, he was still in the languid euphoria of the afterglow, even half an hour past the last. His caresses had been meant to be reassuring but it seemed the scar ran deeper than he thought. He sighed out, not in dejection but that he had been breathing very slowly and needed a full lung to reply. He couldn't see her expressions well from the angle he was at, however, when she spoke, his eyes locked to her cheek about where her eye would be if he looked.
It's unsightly isn't it? she asked, and his first response was to kiss her jawline, just where the back-most part curved up to meet her ear. Mmm~ he mumbled out, it was a noise ,rather than a response, as if his voice didn't want to come out. Well then the scar on my cheek should make me pretty unsightly too. Or the ones forming on my arms from the worg... Or my side from the goblins. No, I don't think it makes you unsightly at all. It's beautiful, whether you agree or not. And it's proof you're alive. he said, eyes staying closed as he was recovering. There isn't a thing I find about you that I dislike. Even before the last few hours. So.. don't be sorry, though ease up on my back a little next time~ That shit stings, haha~ even as he said it,m he was smiling a weak, tired smile.
But yeah... Lets get out of here.... Finally gettign up, and out, lifting her with him as he does, and, for now, setting her down, before putting his pants back on. Slowly. And, assuming she did similar. Putting his arms out then after she was presentable to go outside, and offering to carry her down in his arms. If she accepted... he would reach for the bottle and his other possessions, and placing it in her hands, cupping his own around hers till her own locked around the head of the bottles shaft. And proceed downstairs.
Zack, the lack of sleep does eventually start to kick in as you start to move around. (1lvl or exhaustion). As you start to make your way down stairs to your Room you find Rillex flying about the halls as if trying to get your attention. Once he seems like he gets it he flys down stairs to wait for you and see if you follow. If you dont the Tressym flys back upstairs and really gets in your face about it.
Nadia's eyes slid shut feeling Zack's lips at her neck, a pleased hum emitting from the back of her throat, low enough that it wouldn't overpower his answer to her. A small smile tugs at her lips at his words, the negative thoughts successfully pushed back in her mind. She says nothing else on the matter for now, and instead chuckles lightly at the mention of her making a scratching post out of his back from last night. "Mm... You made a mess of my neck, so it's only fair~" She responds playfully as he helps her up from the tub, referring to the love bites she now sported.
Exhaustion hit her once she tried to stand on her own, and she wobbly made her way over to the corner where her clothes were, quietly apologizing to Yorick as she slid the shirt back on her frame. "...But you better not tell Angar or so help me..." Once ready, she takes the staff in hand and turns to Zack offering to carry her in which she readily agrees, having very secretly wanted to be carried like this in some point in her life. She beamed up at him with the items in her arms, signalling him that she was ready to go!
Only to, just a few seconds into it, have Rillex show up in a panic, trying to get their attention. "Hm... Never really see him without Nadaar near by..." She mentions idly, looking down the hallway as if expecting the dragonborn to join them after the Tressym went back down... but he doesn't come and instead Rillex comes flying back up and getting in their face about not following him. "Okay, okay, Zack, put me down please," The elf sighs, disappointment clear in her voice. Once her feet meet the ground again, she looks to the flying cat. "Am I gonna need my bow for this?"
Mmm~ Was caught in the moment... he said with a shrug, but it was clear he had accepted her response as valid. A small smirk on his face that some of it would be visible even with her armor on, if someone looked thoroughly.
The exhaustion that had been hidden by their relative state of relaxation until finally they began actually moving again. It hit him not long after holding her, though it wasn't her fault in any way. It hadn't taken him long to dress.. having only two articles to really put on. Despite it all, he admired the last long look he'd have for now at her bare frame before it finally disappeared entirely. After he had collected all his possessions, and lifted Nadia up to carry her down, they hadn't made it very far when Rillex himself. Yeah, that's true.... the cat only getting more aggressive when the pair didn't seem. Nadia requesting to be set down, but he proceeds until the anchor point of the stairs where a small, flat square is so she has more ground to stand on before acquiescing.
Zack had less disappointment, and more frustration at this point, thinking what could he possibly have done to make this situation happen.... his sigh was weighted with the exhaustion from lack of sleep. Well, unless it's just Him and Sarah having a fight.... Yes. Probably. I'll collect the 'Whisperer' and we'll go to my dads to I can get my armor on.. Just in case.... Mmm... not looking forward to how that's gonna feel... he snorts a laugh out, making one last allusion to the tic-tac-toe board that was his back now. But he ended it with a wink, if she looked his way so she would know he was just teasing.
Once ready to go (making sure to collect the rations Nadaar likely hadn't picked up yet...), he would collect Angar... And.. Unless Angar wasn't there.... or for whatever reason,l refused to go, etc, he would take Angar, still cuffed back to his place to re-aquire his armor, and put it on.
If he saw Sarah, he'd offer her a smile and say 'Mornin. but otherwise avoid interacting with her, unless pressed farther.
Unless pressed farther by Angar, or Sarah, once at his fathers house, and armored.... he would ask his dad... You still got any horses we could borrow for a bit? Seems the dragon man is in need.... And we're .. well... he'd offer his pop a smile..... A little.. tired.
Rillex continues to press for the pair to follow until it seems they got the hint. When asked if a weapon was needed the Tressym just gave a look of indifference to Nadia. If a Tressym could shrug this was likely as close as it could get. Eventually they grab Angar from his room who follows without complaint, though he does offer a word of thanks to Nadia for taking care of Yorick. I hope he didn't cause too much trouble.Sarah is not seen on the way out, it being just a little early for her though if the group returned she would likely be at the counter then. Upon reaching Zacks father's farm he quickly gets into his armor and inquires about a horse. Well aye I still got the ol work horse. Though she cant carry all three of you. But you're more than willing to borrow her If you need.
Zack dutifully ignores Angars comments when they first go to pick him up, since.. well the stick didn't really do anything that he was aware of but when he handled Angar it was less angary this time. And once back at the farm he'd thank his Pa, and go to saddle ol Malon up. She had the orangest of fur. Getting her prepped and ready, all the while talking inspiring to Nadia and psyching himself up as best he could through the haze of exhaustion. Once sadled, bridled, and the rations loaded up on the sides.... He'd say Allright Nadia. Up you go.... You ride her. I'll stay down here with Angar.. Just in case. I'll leave my sword here too.. to lighten my load a bit...
Angar, thinking you're preparing to go to Dalansville (or whatever tf I named it) asks Are we not short your dragonborn companion? Surely we should go to the inn and pick him up before going to Dalansville. Or is he meeting us on the road?
With a defeated sigh, Nadia goes to her room to retrieve her bow before following off behind Zack to his home. When handing over Yorick back to Angar, she whispers to the skull under her breath, "Remember what I said" in a near threatening tone, only to then beam brightly to the death whisperer, "No trouble at all! He was a very good skull."
When told to go on and mount the horse, she gave a confused look to Zack. "A-are you sure? I know you're tired too..." She wasn't entirely on board with the idea of riding the horse herself, but she knew there wasn't a point in trying to argue with the fighter on the matter, nor did they have the time to do so. Nadaar could have been in trouble... With a dejected sigh she hops up on the horse then looks to Rillex. "Alright, lead the way little buddy. We'll keep up as best as we can considering."
The kiss grew to be more than just that. It was reciprocated ten fold, slowly becoming more heated, feverish, with their tongues dancing, and she couldn't help but lean into it more before reluctantly pulling away from him. Her body was on fire from that kiss alone. It left her wanting more, needing more, and her half-lidded eyes were blown wide from attraction, lust, and everything else in between. His gaze on her now was near animalistic, as if she was his prey and he was a predator ready to pounce on top of her and claim what was rightfully his. A shiver of delight coursed throughout her body in excitement at the thought alone and she wouldn't try to resist when he flipped their position.
Nadia felt as if she was coming down from a very good high when she noticed the sun rays leak through the moon-roof, the elf having been happily humming a tune as Zack washed her languidly. Busy with more important things, they nearly had forgotten the purpose of them even being there in the first place, only finally remembering after realizing the water levels in the tub were definitely lower than when they entered it with. Ah, well. They couldn't say they didn't bathe after spending practically the whole night in the bathing room, that's for sure.
A soft laugh emits from the back of her throat when he speaks, she silently agreeing with his statement by nodding her head. Her eyes then go from the ceiling to his hand tracing along her scar, frowning a bit as she gently cups her hand over his to stop. Nadia had qualities to be confident about, but of all the things about her, the scar was definitely one of things she always had felt insecure about. Even in moments like these, she felt it creep up on her in the back of her mind. It's too big... It healed incorrectly... It ruins you... You're damaged. "It's unsightly, isn't it?" She asks meekly, almost as if searching for confirmation that those negative thoughts were right about it. "I'm sorry..." She bites her bottom lip in uncertainty, looking back up at the roof before following up with; "We should... probably get out now. Mm... Hopefully I can walk straight..."
Earlier with Nadaar. Sarah glares at Angar and looks like she wants to say something. Whatever was on her mind when approached the strange man seems to fade away as she looks at him and listens to him speak. Finally she just gives and exasperated sigh and follows Nadaar, leaving Angar by himself. Godrick finally comes down having delivered the drink to the bathing couple above. Godrick looks over to his daughter, and then focuses of Nadaar. Approaching he says Zack wants me to keep an eye on Angar. I don't think the guy means trouble but..well Sarah it would make me feel better if you stayed in tonight. Sarah looks as him, then to Nadaar with an apologetic look before giving a weakened reply Yes father. Sarah slowly makes her way upstairs to her room, while Godrick stands there staring at Nadaar. Can I get you a drink sir or food dir?
Nadaar met Sarah look with a just a defeated but understanding smirk. "Goodnight, Lady Sarah. May your dreams be more pleasant than this evenings events." He said after, all but appearing to ignore Godrick's stare at first, and then just as blissfully paid it no mind upon turning attention back on the man. "No, but I do appreciate the offer. Unfortunate that I will have no guide. But after today's events, I could use a walk... But here, for the second night for..."
Nadaar glances back up the stairs. "Well... Nadia's, Angar's, and -- unlikely as it may be -- Zack's stay. If not I'm not back in a hour, let them know in the morning that I'll be around then." With that, he slips Godrick a gold piece, and unless there's more from the man, a pleasant smiles is given on his way out the door. On the way he calls over Rillex for an hour of wandering around the village with a torch in hand.
If by some miracle he finds a clearing or unoccupied hill top to rest atop in his journey, there is where he rest, staring up at the heavens. But then returned the restlessness felt back in Nightstone. Unwilling to lose to it again, Nadaar pulls out his scimitars and sung, interweaving various forms and patterns with the song. As if allured by the performance, apparent strands of magic -- reflections of the weave -- gathered with every swipe and sweep, culminating into a protective cocoon. At times he thought he saw specters within the ever gathering strands; echoes of the past and present. Still, he stayed focus, pushing past restraints and fear until he specters disappeared from view. The last of which was a Dragonborn; feminine in figure and the hair-like scales tied into a tight beyond at the back. A figure that towered and scowled at Nadaar... But over time shrunk as he persisted in the final part of the performance. By the time of its completion, a breathless but satisfied Nadaar falls onto his back, laughing and crying until exhaustion drew him into the lands of dreams.
Performance: 21.
Goyo - [Tortle]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Sea/Celestial (Libretalia)
Vogan - [Goliath-Hill]Bard - ???(A Dungeon-Delving Campaign Group C)
Jack Vicvan - [Eladrin]Warlock - Archfey
Nadaar; you find a clearing alongside a pond, far enough out of the way where its unlikely you'll be bothered but not far enough to say you've left town. Rillex watches your perfomance curiously until its conclusion, after which he curls up beside you and rubs his face against yours. As you lay there attempting to sleep, Rillexs head suddenly shoots up and looks off towards the west, away from town. Not sure what caused him to so violently react, you look the same direction but are unable to see anything. However, with your focus, thanks to Rillex being alert, you listen in and hear a squeaking sound in the distance. A consistancy squeak, like the sound a wheel might make when in need of oil. The sound is somewhere from the west of you, likely on the road, but seems to be getting fainter.
Nadaar shook his head; clearing the last of the fog in mind. But even then, there could be no more denying the fading noise, than he could ignore the furry bur that was to likely be Rillex for the remainder of the evening. And so it is with a heavy sigh that the dragonborn collected himself once more. "Just so you know, my friend. If there's turns out to be little more than a wild goose chase, your paying for own breakfast from now on."
A tired grin is swift to follow. More than that, the Dragonborn would save for some other time to chase instead after the squeaky cart. Whereas at first it is only at a jog, a lack of progress would spurn him to run until either the source became clear enough, or the noise abruptly stopped; warranting both he and Rillex duck some place to hide. In either case, however much quiet he /could/ get away with in the approach just judging by the noise's growing or fading intensity, both Nadaar and Rillex tries to..
Nadaar's Stealth:11.
Rillex's Stealth: 7.
Goyo - [Tortle]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Sea/Celestial (Libretalia)
Vogan - [Goliath-Hill]Bard - ???(A Dungeon-Delving Campaign Group C)
Jack Vicvan - [Eladrin]Warlock - Archfey
Nadaar surprisingly out stealths Rillex as you both approach the source of the sound. It's clear the noise is getting further from you faster than you can catch up at a walking pace so you start to jog towards it. Eventually you climb a hill that looks over the roadway. Still quite far from you, see a lone rider, his horse dragging a large cart covered with a tarp of some sort. The rider is hooded and the horse appears to have blinders or a hood covering its eyes from the side. You cant quite make out the contents of the cart, but just before the cart moves over the crest if their own hill you notice it jostle after hitting a bit of poor patchwork in the road. Something dark falls out from behind the cart, the rider doesnt seem to notice. They are heading south on the road you also notice. Eventually the cart is out of sight again, but the consistent squeaking continues and starts to fade again. What do you do?
"Rillex. You're faster than me. Stay on him, but be careful. I won't be far behind." He said following a curt motion to immediately renew the chase. However, once he gets to the spot the dark... something fell, he stops to try and find it; even go so far as to draw his scimitar. In the light just barely reflected in its edge, witch lights spawn from its surface, providing an added bit of light for the search.
Knowing time to be of the essence, if he cannot find anything odd within the first half a minute, he clicks his tongue, and tries again to pursue the carriage by foot. Only as it becomes abundantly clear that no amount of running would close the distance for even the fair moving cart does he finally stop and whisper to his blade, "That's enough. Unless you can find your way back easily. Return for now. Pursuit otherwise if confident, and then return to show where they stop." On the final word, he swipes at the air with the blade. Rather than end curtly, the bit of wind parted by the blade picks up and carries message after the Tressym in a whisper only he can hear.
Nadaar's Perception: 17.
Goyo - [Tortle]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Sea/Celestial (Libretalia)
Vogan - [Goliath-Hill]Bard - ???(A Dungeon-Delving Campaign Group C)
Jack Vicvan - [Eladrin]Warlock - Archfey
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Rillex flys ahead to keep following, like a veritable shadow the Tressym moves with grace and for a moment even Nadaar looses sight of him. Nadaar closes in on the spot he saw the object fall, inspecting it he finds the dark object to be a corpse. With the aid of the light he can easy tell this is the corpse of a human child, she was maybe in her 6the year. The corpse appears withered and pale, its hard to tell how fresh the corpse is in this state, but he can make put flecks of fresh dirt on the clothing and inside the mouth. The Rider hasnt seemed to notice Rillex, and so he keeps following, further away from town, at this pace you can gain on it, but if they see you and go full speed ahead you suspect they'll easily loose you
Apart from a widening of eyes in surprise, Nadaar had not been startled by his discovery. But rather seconds later he went from surprised to agitated to the point of a rumbling grew in his throat. It did not take a genius to figure out in part the extent of the nightly caper. No goodly soul could callously do this to a child, and mean well outside of war. 'No. This will not stand' He thought as he stood up, and once more began following after the cart.
'Not one more... not another step' His second scimitar is drawn during the march, and together with the first, they are clapped together at the tips, producing not the clatter of metal, but a single, high pitched note. One that cut through the distance like a bolt shot out of crossbow before expanding near driver and horse in a mind numbing sound to knock them out on the spot. Even if only the horse is affected, Nadaar would use the confusion to try and run, cutting down the distance.
Movement: 30ft closer to cart.
Action: Cast Dream Note at 3rd level, creating a pool 32 hit points the spell affects. And targeting a point that would effect both Horse and Driver.
Goyo - [Tortle]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Sea/Celestial (Libretalia)
Vogan - [Goliath-Hill]Bard - ???(A Dungeon-Delving Campaign Group C)
Jack Vicvan - [Eladrin]Warlock - Archfey
Your spell rings out to attempt to put both horse and rider to sleep. As you move forward you catch up, the rider looks behind him to the source of the sound and sees you heading his way. Unaffected by your spell, the spurs his horse on. The horse The horse neighs loudly, but the sound is off and sounds almost more like a deathly screech that pierces the night sky. It's at that moment you get glimpse of the horses dark rotting flesh, with some exposed bone and sinew. The horse picks up speed, and soon rider horse and cart are well beyond your reach as they dissapear towards the night horizon.
Nadaar had all but stumbled to a stop seeing the horse in its true tainted form. In fact, so caught off guard is he, the rider is but an after thought until the two have departed the scene. Shocked into silence by the extent of things, he only after the fact remembers to send another message to Rillex, recalling the Tressym to his side. Together, the two make their way back to the body of the child, Nadaar trying and failing along the way to put to words the discovery.
"The others... they need to--" He stops mid-sentence, having arrived by the child once more. As he stared down at him, contemplating more thoroughly on his next course of actions, the dragonborn eventually side and rubbed at his eyes. "My love for you is unquestioning, Lady Hlal. But could you not have provided a more amusing jest than this? For my sake?" He said to himself. "... A night. I can at least be kind and give my compatriots that much. For the future will not be so." On that grim note, a thoroughly defeated feeling Nadaar started up an abbreviated form of his earlier dance; only this time constructing a more opaque barrier to encompass both himself and the boy, with only Rillex having 'permission' to come and go. And settle he did some ten feet away within it for an uncomfortable but needed rest.
In the morning, he would send Rillex out to retrieve the others while he stayed with the body.
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Jack Vicvan - [Eladrin]Warlock - Archfey
His eyes were heavy for many reasons, and all of them except lack of sleep, good. He was in a similar state as she, though, for him, he was still in the languid euphoria of the afterglow, even half an hour past the last. His caresses had been meant to be reassuring but it seemed the scar ran deeper than he thought. He sighed out, not in dejection but that he had been breathing very slowly and needed a full lung to reply. He couldn't see her expressions well from the angle he was at, however, when she spoke, his eyes locked to her cheek about where her eye would be if he looked.
It's unsightly isn't it? she asked, and his first response was to kiss her jawline, just where the back-most part curved up to meet her ear. Mmm~ he mumbled out, it was a noise ,rather than a response, as if his voice didn't want to come out. Well then the scar on my cheek should make me pretty unsightly too. Or the ones forming on my arms from the worg... Or my side from the goblins. No, I don't think it makes you unsightly at all. It's beautiful, whether you agree or not. And it's proof you're alive. he said, eyes staying closed as he was recovering. There isn't a thing I find about you that I dislike. Even before the last few hours. So.. don't be sorry, though ease up on my back a little next time~ That shit stings, haha~ even as he said it,m he was smiling a weak, tired smile.
But yeah... Lets get out of here.... Finally gettign up, and out, lifting her with him as he does, and, for now, setting her down, before putting his pants back on. Slowly. And, assuming she did similar. Putting his arms out then after she was presentable to go outside, and offering to carry her down in his arms. If she accepted... he would reach for the bottle and his other possessions, and placing it in her hands, cupping his own around hers till her own locked around the head of the bottles shaft. And proceed downstairs.
If not, he would walk just behind her.
(Con Save: 18)
Occassional Dungeon Master.
Zack, the lack of sleep does eventually start to kick in as you start to move around. (1lvl or exhaustion). As you start to make your way down stairs to your Room you find Rillex flying about the halls as if trying to get your attention. Once he seems like he gets it he flys down stairs to wait for you and see if you follow. If you dont the Tressym flys back upstairs and really gets in your face about it.
Nadia's eyes slid shut feeling Zack's lips at her neck, a pleased hum emitting from the back of her throat, low enough that it wouldn't overpower his answer to her. A small smile tugs at her lips at his words, the negative thoughts successfully pushed back in her mind. She says nothing else on the matter for now, and instead chuckles lightly at the mention of her making a scratching post out of his back from last night. "Mm... You made a mess of my neck, so it's only fair~" She responds playfully as he helps her up from the tub, referring to the love bites she now sported.
Exhaustion hit her once she tried to stand on her own, and she wobbly made her way over to the corner where her clothes were, quietly apologizing to Yorick as she slid the shirt back on her frame. "...But you better not tell Angar or so help me..." Once ready, she takes the staff in hand and turns to Zack offering to carry her in which she readily agrees, having very secretly wanted to be carried like this in some point in her life. She beamed up at him with the items in her arms, signalling him that she was ready to go!
Only to, just a few seconds into it, have Rillex show up in a panic, trying to get their attention. "Hm... Never really see him without Nadaar near by..." She mentions idly, looking down the hallway as if expecting the dragonborn to join them after the Tressym went back down... but he doesn't come and instead Rillex comes flying back up and getting in their face about not following him. "Okay, okay, Zack, put me down please," The elf sighs, disappointment clear in her voice. Once her feet meet the ground again, she looks to the flying cat. "Am I gonna need my bow for this?"
Mmm~ Was caught in the moment... he said with a shrug, but it was clear he had accepted her response as valid. A small smirk on his face that some of it would be visible even with her armor on, if someone looked thoroughly.
The exhaustion that had been hidden by their relative state of relaxation until finally they began actually moving again. It hit him not long after holding her, though it wasn't her fault in any way. It hadn't taken him long to dress.. having only two articles to really put on. Despite it all, he admired the last long look he'd have for now at her bare frame before it finally disappeared entirely. After he had collected all his possessions, and lifted Nadia up to carry her down, they hadn't made it very far when Rillex himself. Yeah, that's true.... the cat only getting more aggressive when the pair didn't seem. Nadia requesting to be set down, but he proceeds until the anchor point of the stairs where a small, flat square is so she has more ground to stand on before acquiescing.
Zack had less disappointment, and more frustration at this point, thinking what could he possibly have done to make this situation happen.... his sigh was weighted with the exhaustion from lack of sleep. Well, unless it's just Him and Sarah having a fight.... Yes. Probably. I'll collect the 'Whisperer' and we'll go to my dads to I can get my armor on.. Just in case.... Mmm... not looking forward to how that's gonna feel... he snorts a laugh out, making one last allusion to the tic-tac-toe board that was his back now. But he ended it with a wink, if she looked his way so she would know he was just teasing.
Once ready to go (making sure to collect the rations Nadaar likely hadn't picked up yet...), he would collect Angar... And.. Unless Angar wasn't there.... or for whatever reason,l refused to go, etc, he would take Angar, still cuffed back to his place to re-aquire his armor, and put it on.
If he saw Sarah, he'd offer her a smile and say 'Mornin. but otherwise avoid interacting with her, unless pressed farther.
Unless pressed farther by Angar, or Sarah, once at his fathers house, and armored.... he would ask his dad... You still got any horses we could borrow for a bit? Seems the dragon man is in need.... And we're .. well... he'd offer his pop a smile..... A little.. tired.
Occassional Dungeon Master.
Rillex continues to press for the pair to follow until it seems they got the hint. When asked if a weapon was needed the Tressym just gave a look of indifference to Nadia. If a Tressym could shrug this was likely as close as it could get. Eventually they grab Angar from his room who follows without complaint, though he does offer a word of thanks to Nadia for taking care of Yorick. I hope he didn't cause too much trouble. Sarah is not seen on the way out, it being just a little early for her though if the group returned she would likely be at the counter then. Upon reaching Zacks father's farm he quickly gets into his armor and inquires about a horse. Well aye I still got the ol work horse. Though she cant carry all three of you. But you're more than willing to borrow her If you need.
Zack dutifully ignores Angars comments when they first go to pick him up, since.. well the stick didn't really do anything that he was aware of but when he handled Angar it was less angary this time. And once back at the farm he'd thank his Pa, and go to saddle ol Malon up. She had the orangest of fur. Getting her prepped and ready, all the while talking inspiring to Nadia and psyching himself up as best he could through the haze of exhaustion. Once sadled, bridled, and the rations loaded up on the sides.... He'd say Allright Nadia. Up you go.... You ride her. I'll stay down here with Angar.. Just in case. I'll leave my sword here too.. to lighten my load a bit...
Occassional Dungeon Master.
Angar, thinking you're preparing to go to Dalansville (or whatever tf I named it) asks Are we not short your dragonborn companion? Surely we should go to the inn and pick him up before going to Dalansville. Or is he meeting us on the road?
With a defeated sigh, Nadia goes to her room to retrieve her bow before following off behind Zack to his home. When handing over Yorick back to Angar, she whispers to the skull under her breath, "Remember what I said" in a near threatening tone, only to then beam brightly to the death whisperer, "No trouble at all! He was a very good skull."
When told to go on and mount the horse, she gave a confused look to Zack. "A-are you sure? I know you're tired too..." She wasn't entirely on board with the idea of riding the horse herself, but she knew there wasn't a point in trying to argue with the fighter on the matter, nor did they have the time to do so. Nadaar could have been in trouble... With a dejected sigh she hops up on the horse then looks to Rillex. "Alright, lead the way little buddy. We'll keep up as best as we can considering."
Zack looked to Angar and simply said We're meeting him on the road. We'll.. unbind you when we find him.
Occassional Dungeon Master.