“I am sorry, Nenne, but I am unfamiliar with such a substance. The most blue thing I can recall here is the water under a noon-sun or Funderburk’s skin.”
Several of the soldiers rush forward to help with the crazed lieutenant and others look around for whatever the hell a 'Vargach' might be, their eyes passing right over the large reptilian ranger without noticing him. Boosey has trouble holding the spell very long as the determined man breaks loose. A scuffle begins in earnest on the ground with the man punching and cursing. He promises his wrath on many of his own men calling them traitors and threatening them with treason. He manages a solid punch to one of the men squarely, who falls back dazed. The flame puts up one hell of a fight, but ultimately is shackled twice around the wrists and twice more around his ankles.
The field cleric is spurred into action by Nenne's call. He comes running forward saying, "I-I-I have been blessing him daily and have even tried curing his wounds, but nothing is working. I-I haven't been able to find wounds on him. We've been trying to suggest that we go back to the Port, but I feel like we've just been going in circles." Behind the ensuing chaos that is quickly becoming order, the lightly armored man backs to the jungle's edge just in front of where Vargach is hiding and sits down. He stares up at the cloudy sky and whistles before saying, "C'mon rain. C'mon boy."
Eku just watches in amazement as the scene unfolds in front of her. She absentmindedly shakes her head to Nenne's question about blue mist before snapping to. "No. Blue mist? What? I don't know of it." She unstrings her bow.
The eladrin sighs and dodges the flame as he squirms in protest. "If he inhaled a toxin, there wouldn't necessarily be visible wounds," she mutters diagnostically. "Have you any restorative magic? I do not think I possess the ability myself, at the moment, but I could spend a few hours in meditation and petition to Kelemvor. I would like to attempt something first, though I am not confident it will be to any effect."
She reaches down and touches the raving man on the chest, casting Remove Curse.
Allister looks at Nenne, slightly shakes his head and walks around the scene. „VARGACH!! For crying out loud, show yourself.“ He looks through his pack, trying to find the whiskey to calm his nerves.
Funderburk, surveying the scene and trying not to escalate things, began to cast detect magic within the area, having the officer in the circle as well as many of the Flaming Fists as he could get, He began to chant, just like he did back at the Fort that one day, and once cast his spell, began to see if anything were amidst going on between themselves and the soldiers.
"I am currently checking to see what is happening magic wise. If nothing, I shall let you know." He says this to Boosey and Sthara.
Funderburk finds no other magic to speak of with his detection spell. Nenne's magic does little besides get her cursed at some more. One of the men points to the man near the treeline and says, "He is our guide. They both walked into this blue mist to chase down this corpse. It has a spyglass in its clutches, but the man was dead. Halfway through the mist, they came back, agreeing that it wasn't worth it. Then our flame started to change. Yesterday our guide started acting strangely. I can't even tell you which way is north right now."
"It seems as though it would be wise to avoid this mist if we come across it. Eku, do you think you can provide these people with some directions to Port Nyanzaru? They can sort out their heading from there and we can press on."
Nenne raises an amused eyebrow at Sthara's suggestion to avoid the mist and continues her questioning of the Flaming Fist man. "Can you say which direction the mist was, or near what landmarks? And what were you doing so far into the jungle? Are you on a contract or a patrol? Unless retrieving that spyglass was your mission..."
She glances at her companions. "I would like to help these people if I can. Traveling through the jungle with two of their number lost to madness makes these men easy prey, and I am not keen to leave them at such disadvantage when there is more I know I can try. Perhaps we can all interlude in this clearing here to allow me some time to meditate? It is near time for a lunch respite anyway. I should be ready to resume our journey no later than mid-afternoon. What say you all?"
"Lady, if the river wasn't right there, I couldn't tell you where anything was. The spyglass was just a lucky find." He scratches his head and corrects himself, "Or unlucky as it were...the mist was in a small dell. That's all I know."
Eku shrugs shrugs and nods to Sthara saying, "I could tell them the way from here, though I would like to give Nenne the bit of time she needs to try and help these people. If we can help them, then the world will be better for it."
Sthara:
As Eku speaks, your vision blurs mixing the scene around you with a vision that is familiar to you. You see yourself in a hedge maze and in front of you is a pedestal with a red key on it. Suddenly, the key shifts to a purple hue and your mind's eye turns towards the sky. You feel a strange sense of your vertigo failing and you find yourself stumbling to catch yourself back in the real world.
“Since I caused quite a memorable moment for these kind folks I guess helping them is the least I can do to show my gratitude for not attacking us. I’m with you on this. Plus a spyglass could prove valuable for our quest.“
Funderburk raised an eyebrow in confusion as Sthara stumbled. He wanted to ask whether something was wrong, but he felt that it wasn’t his place. Instead, Funderburk went to where their lizard friends were previously hiding from before, and began to cast a ritual. Placing 10gp down on the ground Funderburk began his chanting. After a little over an hour later, a miniature Dunk-like creature began to form. The creature, called Dunkling, rested upon the Vedalken’s head atop his hood.
As the situation seems to be under control, Boosey rubs his eyes and glares for a moment a the bound leader of the party. "I've had just about enough of this," he mutters to himself.
He shouts at the fist soldiers "Which one of you bumbling idiots is second in command here? You're soldiers, godammit, not some group of child explorers out on a jolly. It may have escaped your noticed but at this moment in time I'm pretty pissed with you, so I better get some straight answers. Why the hell are you wandering about the jungle like a flock of lost sheep. You obviously have some sort of mission to fulfil, otherwise you wouldn't be out here, and I don't believe for a second that that lunatic," he points to the trussed up captain, "is the only one of you than knows what's going on." He starts muttering to himself again "Horace is going to be livid when he hears about this".
He continues in the same vein after asking everyone within earshot "Where's the nearest Fist base?" Turning back to the soldiers he starts shouting again. "One of you better give us an account of what has been going on here, and if any of you is out of your tiny mind enough to consider lying to us," and he points at the group of soldiers, "I really wont be responsible for my actions. So talk!"
The cleric wanders over to a tree to rest against it while she trances. There she sits, legs crossed and hands cupped around her amulet, as sweat starts to moisten her brow. When she rouses herself four hours later, she seems simultaneously refreshed and unrested.
"Very well, then," she declares, striding over to the manacled flame. "With any grace, this will suffice. Thank you all for your patience." And she proceeds to cast Lesser Restoration on him.
The man Boosey is speaking to looks surprised at the gnome's ferocity. He looks to his fellows for help, but they throw up their hands and leave him to deal with the bard alone. He tells the gnome cooly, "Hey now, no need for any of that hostility. We're all friends here. We're from Fort Beluarian, but we've been out here for tendays now. As far as I know, we're just on another scouting mission. Find ruins, investigate ruins. Easy enough work since most are abandoned. This was just poor judgement in the wrong space at the right time."
Some hours later when Nenne casts her restoration magic on the flame, his eyes clarify and he seems to come to his senses. He blinks several times and asks the cleric, "Who? Where?" He then realizes he is quite restrained and quickly asks, "What is the meaning of this?"
"I am Nenne Amharat, cleric of Kelemvor," she introduces herself in gentle tones. "You lost your wits after entering a blue mist, your men tell us, and I was able to restore you. I'm sure your comrades can tell you more, and that my own comrades have questions for you. If you will excuse me, I must attend to someone else."
She makes her way toward the guide and casts Lesser Restoration on him as well. Then, noticing Boosey's own deteriorated mental state and crankiness, she offers to cast it on him.
"You're looking for ruins are you?", the gnome replies scornfully. "Find any did we? What is it the fist wants with them.....oh never mind. Instead would you care to explain why half of you seem to be covered in blood?" Boosey rubs his forehead with both hands and continues in a slightly calmer, if strained fashion. "What is it you are looking for in these ruins? There are many strange things happening in this Jungle, this," he gestures at the Captain, "just being one of them. We are trying to get to the bottom of it, honestly." He sighs and slumps a little. "I'm sorry friend. Anything you can tell us would be useful and may help us get to the bottom of this nonsense."
The man looks upset at the remark about the blood on him. He relates a tale about how their flame took one of their own in the middle of the night and was accusing him of betrayal. The accused man ended up dead, even though the men tried to stop the officer. He tells that this was the first time they really knew his mind was addled. He confesses that if the flame ever came to again, he was going to be incredibly upset with himself for the action.
Nenne restores the flaming fist guide's mind for which he is grateful. On a whim, the cleric tries the same on her bard companion, but she is sad to see there is no real effect for the work; Boosey thanks her for trying anyway. The flame notes the names of the party and conveys his intention to put in a good word for you in the fort when they arrive again. Eku has a moment with their guide so they can figure out where they are, and they depart. The rest of the day goes by without opposition and near the end of the day, Eku suggests the party cross the river and make camp.
Day 40
A light rain comes with the morning, that gives way to a dull grey sky by midday. Midday also brings about six pterafolk that appear to be shadowing the party from a great distance in the sky. Eku makes sure to point them out to all of the party. These creatures are known to Sthara and Vargach as terrors from the sky. They aren't to be taken lightly as they often wait for inopportune moments to strike. Later in the day near evening, Eku makes a sound of frustration. A few minutes later it is confirmed that the party has circled back around to the river. She apologizes for the lost day of backtracking. As the party turns to leave, they are alerted by shrieks coming from across the river. Pterafolk burst out of the trees and underbrush, while at the same time cries from above indicate the airborne creatures have chosen now to strike. It seems that the pterafolk found more allies and planned a coordinated attack!
Benign largely unfamiliar with the dealings of humankind, Vargach had kept out of sight until the encounter was over. He was still confused about their ways to relate to each other and was planning on asking Eku or Nenne, who seemed the most approachable.
It had felt like they were being led a strange way, as they stumbled upon the Pterafolk. These much hated predators appeared to have circled them. The lizardfolk let out an angry hiss and debated what to do. It seemed he had reacted first and it was up to him to decide on whether to attack or not.
”This kind vicious evil. Must kill. Like to rise up and dive. Magics people wait for ptera to close then restrain to ground and me smash.”
With that, he drew back on his bowstring and let the longbow sing, yet once again.
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“I am sorry, Nenne, but I am unfamiliar with such a substance. The most blue thing I can recall here is the water under a noon-sun or Funderburk’s skin.”
Several of the soldiers rush forward to help with the crazed lieutenant and others look around for whatever the hell a 'Vargach' might be, their eyes passing right over the large reptilian ranger without noticing him. Boosey has trouble holding the spell very long as the determined man breaks loose. A scuffle begins in earnest on the ground with the man punching and cursing. He promises his wrath on many of his own men calling them traitors and threatening them with treason. He manages a solid punch to one of the men squarely, who falls back dazed. The flame puts up one hell of a fight, but ultimately is shackled twice around the wrists and twice more around his ankles.
The field cleric is spurred into action by Nenne's call. He comes running forward saying, "I-I-I have been blessing him daily and have even tried curing his wounds, but nothing is working. I-I haven't been able to find wounds on him. We've been trying to suggest that we go back to the Port, but I feel like we've just been going in circles." Behind the ensuing chaos that is quickly becoming order, the lightly armored man backs to the jungle's edge just in front of where Vargach is hiding and sits down. He stares up at the cloudy sky and whistles before saying, "C'mon rain. C'mon boy."
Eku just watches in amazement as the scene unfolds in front of her. She absentmindedly shakes her head to Nenne's question about blue mist before snapping to. "No. Blue mist? What? I don't know of it." She unstrings her bow.
The eladrin sighs and dodges the flame as he squirms in protest. "If he inhaled a toxin, there wouldn't necessarily be visible wounds," she mutters diagnostically. "Have you any restorative magic? I do not think I possess the ability myself, at the moment, but I could spend a few hours in meditation and petition to Kelemvor. I would like to attempt something first, though I am not confident it will be to any effect."
She reaches down and touches the raving man on the chest, casting Remove Curse.
Allister looks at Nenne, slightly shakes his head and walks around the scene. „VARGACH!! For crying out loud, show yourself.“ He looks through his pack, trying to find the whiskey to calm his nerves.
Funderburk, surveying the scene and trying not to escalate things, began to cast detect magic within the area, having the officer in the circle as well as many of the Flaming Fists as he could get, He began to chant, just like he did back at the Fort that one day, and once cast his spell, began to see if anything were amidst going on between themselves and the soldiers.
"I am currently checking to see what is happening magic wise. If nothing, I shall let you know." He says this to Boosey and Sthara.
Made you look.
Funderburk finds no other magic to speak of with his detection spell. Nenne's magic does little besides get her cursed at some more. One of the men points to the man near the treeline and says, "He is our guide. They both walked into this blue mist to chase down this corpse. It has a spyglass in its clutches, but the man was dead. Halfway through the mist, they came back, agreeing that it wasn't worth it. Then our flame started to change. Yesterday our guide started acting strangely. I can't even tell you which way is north right now."
"It seems as though it would be wise to avoid this mist if we come across it. Eku, do you think you can provide these people with some directions to Port Nyanzaru? They can sort out their heading from there and we can press on."
Nenne raises an amused eyebrow at Sthara's suggestion to avoid the mist and continues her questioning of the Flaming Fist man. "Can you say which direction the mist was, or near what landmarks? And what were you doing so far into the jungle? Are you on a contract or a patrol? Unless retrieving that spyglass was your mission..."
She glances at her companions. "I would like to help these people if I can. Traveling through the jungle with two of their number lost to madness makes these men easy prey, and I am not keen to leave them at such disadvantage when there is more I know I can try. Perhaps we can all interlude in this clearing here to allow me some time to meditate? It is near time for a lunch respite anyway. I should be ready to resume our journey no later than mid-afternoon. What say you all?"
"Lady, if the river wasn't right there, I couldn't tell you where anything was. The spyglass was just a lucky find." He scratches his head and corrects himself, "Or unlucky as it were...the mist was in a small dell. That's all I know."
Eku shrugs shrugs and nods to Sthara saying, "I could tell them the way from here, though I would like to give Nenne the bit of time she needs to try and help these people. If we can help them, then the world will be better for it."
Sthara:
As Eku speaks, your vision blurs mixing the scene around you with a vision that is familiar to you. You see yourself in a hedge maze and in front of you is a pedestal with a red key on it. Suddenly, the key shifts to a purple hue and your mind's eye turns towards the sky. You feel a strange sense of your vertigo failing and you find yourself stumbling to catch yourself back in the real world.
“Since I caused quite a memorable moment for these kind folks I guess helping them is the least I can do to show my gratitude for not attacking us. I’m with you on this. Plus a spyglass could prove valuable for our quest.“
Funderburk raised an eyebrow in confusion as Sthara stumbled. He wanted to ask whether something was wrong, but he felt that it wasn’t his place. Instead, Funderburk went to where their lizard friends were previously hiding from before, and began to cast a ritual. Placing 10gp down on the ground Funderburk began his chanting. After a little over an hour later, a miniature Dunk-like creature began to form. The creature, called Dunkling, rested upon the Vedalken’s head atop his hood.
Made you look.
As the situation seems to be under control, Boosey rubs his eyes and glares for a moment a the bound leader of the party. "I've had just about enough of this," he mutters to himself.
He shouts at the fist soldiers "Which one of you bumbling idiots is second in command here? You're soldiers, godammit, not some group of child explorers out on a jolly. It may have escaped your noticed but at this moment in time I'm pretty pissed with you, so I better get some straight answers. Why the hell are you wandering about the jungle like a flock of lost sheep. You obviously have some sort of mission to fulfil, otherwise you wouldn't be out here, and I don't believe for a second that that lunatic," he points to the trussed up captain, "is the only one of you than knows what's going on." He starts muttering to himself again "Horace is going to be livid when he hears about this".
He continues in the same vein after asking everyone within earshot "Where's the nearest Fist base?" Turning back to the soldiers he starts shouting again. "One of you better give us an account of what has been going on here, and if any of you is out of your tiny mind enough to consider lying to us," and he points at the group of soldiers, "I really wont be responsible for my actions. So talk!"
The cleric wanders over to a tree to rest against it while she trances. There she sits, legs crossed and hands cupped around her amulet, as sweat starts to moisten her brow. When she rouses herself four hours later, she seems simultaneously refreshed and unrested.
"Very well, then," she declares, striding over to the manacled flame. "With any grace, this will suffice. Thank you all for your patience." And she proceeds to cast Lesser Restoration on him.
The man Boosey is speaking to looks surprised at the gnome's ferocity. He looks to his fellows for help, but they throw up their hands and leave him to deal with the bard alone. He tells the gnome cooly, "Hey now, no need for any of that hostility. We're all friends here. We're from Fort Beluarian, but we've been out here for tendays now. As far as I know, we're just on another scouting mission. Find ruins, investigate ruins. Easy enough work since most are abandoned. This was just poor judgement in the wrong space at the right time."
Some hours later when Nenne casts her restoration magic on the flame, his eyes clarify and he seems to come to his senses. He blinks several times and asks the cleric, "Who? Where?" He then realizes he is quite restrained and quickly asks, "What is the meaning of this?"
"I am Nenne Amharat, cleric of Kelemvor," she introduces herself in gentle tones. "You lost your wits after entering a blue mist, your men tell us, and I was able to restore you. I'm sure your comrades can tell you more, and that my own comrades have questions for you. If you will excuse me, I must attend to someone else."
She makes her way toward the guide and casts Lesser Restoration on him as well. Then, noticing Boosey's own deteriorated mental state and crankiness, she offers to cast it on him.
"You're looking for ruins are you?", the gnome replies scornfully. "Find any did we? What is it the fist wants with them.....oh never mind. Instead would you care to explain why half of you seem to be covered in blood?" Boosey rubs his forehead with both hands and continues in a slightly calmer, if strained fashion. "What is it you are looking for in these ruins? There are many strange things happening in this Jungle, this," he gestures at the Captain, "just being one of them. We are trying to get to the bottom of it, honestly." He sighs and slumps a little. "I'm sorry friend. Anything you can tell us would be useful and may help us get to the bottom of this nonsense."
The man looks upset at the remark about the blood on him. He relates a tale about how their flame took one of their own in the middle of the night and was accusing him of betrayal. The accused man ended up dead, even though the men tried to stop the officer. He tells that this was the first time they really knew his mind was addled. He confesses that if the flame ever came to again, he was going to be incredibly upset with himself for the action.
Nenne restores the flaming fist guide's mind for which he is grateful. On a whim, the cleric tries the same on her bard companion, but she is sad to see there is no real effect for the work; Boosey thanks her for trying anyway. The flame notes the names of the party and conveys his intention to put in a good word for you in the fort when they arrive again. Eku has a moment with their guide so they can figure out where they are, and they depart. The rest of the day goes by without opposition and near the end of the day, Eku suggests the party cross the river and make camp.
Day 40
A light rain comes with the morning, that gives way to a dull grey sky by midday. Midday also brings about six pterafolk that appear to be shadowing the party from a great distance in the sky. Eku makes sure to point them out to all of the party. These creatures are known to Sthara and Vargach as terrors from the sky. They aren't to be taken lightly as they often wait for inopportune moments to strike. Later in the day near evening, Eku makes a sound of frustration. A few minutes later it is confirmed that the party has circled back around to the river. She apologizes for the lost day of backtracking. As the party turns to leave, they are alerted by shrieks coming from across the river. Pterafolk burst out of the trees and underbrush, while at the same time cries from above indicate the airborne creatures have chosen now to strike. It seems that the pterafolk found more allies and planned a coordinated attack!
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Benign largely unfamiliar with the dealings of humankind, Vargach had kept out of sight until the encounter was over. He was still confused about their ways to relate to each other and was planning on asking Eku or Nenne, who seemed the most approachable.
It had felt like they were being led a strange way, as they stumbled upon the Pterafolk. These much hated predators appeared to have circled them. The lizardfolk let out an angry hiss and debated what to do. It seemed he had reacted first and it was up to him to decide on whether to attack or not.
”This kind vicious evil. Must kill. Like to rise up and dive. Magics people wait for ptera to close then restrain to ground and me smash.”
With that, he drew back on his bowstring and let the longbow sing, yet once again.