“I can help with that, Ola,” Eonis offers, regarding the work of tying the corpse to the mount. “I’ve had comrades die before. It’s never pleasant, but not unfamiliar to me. If you don’t think he would have objected, I will offer a brief ceremony for a fallen comrade per the faith of Tyr, unless he had his own tradition of faith that would have objected to such.” She surveys the man for any religious icons, before doing so.
Sylyra furrows his brow at Jakobe’s body. “An unfortunate accident,” he says, sounding more honest than haughty. He sighs. “I appreciate everyone’s willingness to avoid another senseless death by allowing me to convince the creature we meant her family no harm. I will not complain if someone wants to borrow my shovel to bury the body, but I would rather continue on our journey.”
Eonis responds to Sylyra's statement from her own perspective, on a slightly different axis from others, alternating between the strategic obsessions of the Red Knight, and the surety of law and goodness of Tyr. "It isn't tactically wise to court a battle that can be avoided, where there is no clear benefit to the greater good. That's risk without purpose, tactically unwise and of no ethical benefit to anyone." She ponders it further, articulating her thought process aloud, as per her habit from years spent in isolation.
"It's possible that the Dire Wolf poses a threat to travelers here and ending it and its breed would have saved human and demihuman lives in the future. It wasn't the wolf that killed Jakoby, however, but a freak accident following the horse's reaction. The finger that knocks over the Dragon Chess Piece, per Uragum's metaphor - the unpredictable, the entropic factor. Based on what we saw, I can't say with certainty whether such creatures normally stay far away from travelers, and this was an isolated incident, but as it did leave with its young secured, I think we can assume that to be the case."
She kneels near the body, searching for any religious icons. If she finds none, she performs a brief last rite per the faith of Tyr. "There's no sense in blaming a wolf, or a horse, any creature without reason and a capacity for moral decision making. That would be akin to swearing vengeance against a storm for damage inflicted by lightning. I agree, our cause is too dire for us to delay significantly, but it would not be right to simply bury the man's body here if he has kin or loved ones back in Phlan who would want to make their own arrangements. I do not know him, however. I could not say."
"Did we really look like the best friends?" Coldly asked Ola, still aggravated by the events. (Arnald's remark she left without a comment - when someone wants to help, he helps, not talks about it) "It was a false impression then. You were there when I hired that man. I know nothing about him, except that he trusted his life to us and now he is dead, while the dangerous animal is on the loose."
She nodded to Eonis's help, though, with tiding the body to the mule. "Yes, we need to return the body to the town, the man might indeed have a family. Can you prevent the decomposing of the body?"
"And if we are going to "continue our journey"" (that was addressed to everyone) "we do not have much time left - I am quite sure I am not the only one without ability to see in the dark. Our horses lack that ability as well, if we just continue - in addition to the dead man, we can get horses with broken lags. Not to mention, at this hour collecting wood for the fire, and setting camp would be already a challenge. We might as well settle down right here with the direwolves".
"I have no magical means to do so, but I am trained in medicine and herbalism, I can likely preserve the body about as well as any local mortician, outside the priests of Kelemvor," Eonis says in response to Ola's question. On the statement about "settling down with the direwolves," she responds overly literally, as if missing the obvious implication. "I would advise against camping here near the direwolves. That would also be courting risk for no real purpose. Travel in the dark would also be needlessly perilous for those of us without dark vision, and the horses as well. It seems the only prudent option is to turn back, for now, see what is to be done with Jakoby's body, and try again in the morning."
She in essence agrees with Ola, without appearing to recognize the nuance of Ola's frustrations.
"I will help, but my practical knowledge are limited, consider me just additional pare of hands." Medical (even postmortem) duty leave little room for boiling anger or any other strong emotions, and very soon Ola was calm enough to talk with her usual cool and as serious as Eonis. "I would agree with that if not for the chance to prevent next attack. Wild animals - even the fiercest - rarely attack many people and do afraid of fire. I would even say in this case direwolf near by would scare away other predators. We had two days, one is almost over. The body must survive now the travel to the island and back. I say, we camp now and leave early morning to the island."
Eonis works with Ola's aid to preserve the body, and dignity, of Jakoby, as best as possible with the resources available to her. "A pair of willing hands is always of benefit, Ola. As for what we do at this juncture, if we do elect to stay here I must insist we take proper watches by night. Those of us without enhanced vision beyond the human norm should take watches during the brightest parts of the night. I can do what I can to keep the body intact, but eventually travel with a corpse will attract unwanted attention, one way or the other. The ferry owner may not wish to transport a body to and from the island, some people can be superstitious about such things.
"Logistically speaking, rather than having a hired hand to watch the horses while we are away, we now lack that and have an added bit of unusual cargo, a liability both ways. Speaking as a woman of faith, I know if this man did have loved ones they would likely prefer his body not be laid to rest alongside the roadway. It's a bit of conundrum, and we must factor in the urgency of the quest and potential further loss of life should we delay.
"I... I do not know the answer. Perhaps Sylyra is right. We may have no choice but to bury him here, and break the news to his family and friends, if he had any, on our return to Phlan."
Ola was not shocked by the suggestion - all of it was very reasonable. Just unacceptable. "First of all, the ferry owner most likely will not have place for horses, meaning, we will be forced to leave them behind. And if so, the body would be just one more thing to leave on the shores. Still, would not argue about the difficulties of the transportation of the corpse. If everyone thinks it is too much of a hassle, at the morning I'll return to the town and bring Jakobe's corpse to his family."She looked at Eonis and explained as well as one can explain something obvious: "The man died at my service. Master-servant, lord-vassal - those bonds work both ways. When you only take, you are a tyrant, breaking the law that guards this world, and sooner or later will be replaced. I was supposed to protect that man, I failed and will be the one to answer to his family."
Eonis looks to her own regalia of Tyr, and seems a bit ashamed. "Of course. Forgive me, I fall too often into the habits of strategic abstraction, the mindset when my worship was of the Red Knight. I have returned to the flock of Tyr. There is right and wrong in the world, and our calling is to do what is right. You're absolutely correct. This man should be returned to his people, or at least his city. Whatever tactical calculations I may attempt are immaterial to this. He is a person, not a Dragon Chess piece." She bows to Ola, looking apologetic, but also gives Sylyra a sympathetic glance, the strategist in her understanding the practicality of his suggestion. "I am newer to the group, and have less practical combat experience than the rest of you. If you prefer I would volunteer to return him. The clergy of Tyr is influential, someone at The Waiting could see that he is returned to his people, and receives a proper burial. Perhaps I can trade for a fresh horse and regroup with all of you quickly. If you feel personally obligated to see him delivered back, having contracted him, I would respect that as well. Know that I am at your disposal in this matter. I thank you for your moral clarity, Ola. It is helpful. A cleric of Tyr should not hesitate with such matters. I am humbled, but grateful for the reminder."
"Oh, no, you can not possibly leave: you possess a unique talent - you know how to keep Sylyra on his toes." Ola smiled, letting cleric to know that was a joke. But she immediately become serious-self again: "Let us decide at the morning. Right now we need to set up the camp - here or very close near by."
Uragum listened to the others as they traveled down the road. The ability to listen was a trait he found most Goliath's didn't have. By now though he felt it appropriate to put in his two copper. "As we travel to stop these ghosts, pirates, dracolich, whatever it is. There will be some hard choices but that really depends on your perspective. Where I'm from, we'd do what's best for the group. If we had time wed bury the body, if things were more rushed we'd leave it. Leave it as respectable as we could but not to the detriment of the tribe." He rides a few more paces in silence.
"If my vote counts, then I say we leave the body. In a respectable way, and take along a personal effect to provide back to the family then be done with it. It's not the best but it's better than some get. Better than the people from the previous attacks got."
Eonis prepares camp for the night, and attempts to organize a watch order, things she can do without any deeper moral quandaries that allow her to feel a sense of purpose. She shares her inner conflict with the others, not sure if she is seeking solace or just trying to rationalize why this seemingly simple decision is something more for her. "One cannot serve two gods. Over the course of my life, I have, but now my spells, my faith, my loyalty, those are to Tyr, my first faith and final," Eonis says, sounding less sure than she means to. "When serving Tyr, all things are clear. Do good in the here and now, do good with the situation in front of you, and trust that all will work out under Tyr's plan. Under the Red Knight things are simple - think of ultimate victory, and what moves you closer and further from that. The greater good is all that matters, beyond the immediate good. I see here the two in conflict. My misfortune, and my poor choices, have divided my soul and ruined my mind. I cannot be trusted with such things, to know what the right this is, in my present state. I will aid with what I can, but I am sorry that I, of all people, a cleric whose soul is pledged to my god and my cause, cannot offer more consistent moral guidance. Ola, you can decide in the morning. I trust you will decide what is right, and I will support you. Forgive my earlier vacillation."
Eonis suggests a watch order that places Sylyra within the darkest part of night, as they assume it to be, to take advantage of his superior low light vision, option to place herself and Arnald nearest Sylyra's watch, Eonis before and Arnald after, with Ola at the last watch as the sunrise is closest, the better to give her the morning hours to ponder her decision, and Uragum at first watch.
Jakobe carries only some basic camping equipment in his pack, and carries no religious items on his person.
With Jakobe's body respectfully prepared, you find an area to set camp fairly easily. The night grows cold and windy, uncomfortable and restless. The wind rustling the trees masks the noise of nearby creatures, but morning arrives safely, and you awake feeling rested.
The first morning since leaving Phlan dawns very windy and drizzling. Ahead of you, the Iron Route opens up to the coast. The sea churns this morning with Umberlee's wrath.
OOC: Waiting to advance further until it is decided what to do with Jakobe's body for the time being.
OOC: Alright then, moving forward presuming that Jakobe's body is being brought along. Removed one day of rations from each character's inventory.
Shortly after setting out in the morning, you spot an elderly man with a wild beard, salt encrusted coat, and floppy hat struggling to bring a large flat bottomed raft to shore. He pulls arm-over-arm along a rope, which is strung between the shore and a small island an arrowshot into the bay.
"Did we really look like the best friends?" Coldly asked Ola, still aggravated by the events. (Arnald's remark she left without a comment - when someone wants to help, he helps, not talks about it) "It was a false impression then. You were there when I hired that man. I know nothing about him, except that he trusted his life to us and now he is dead, while the dangerous animal is on the loose."
Sylyra grins as Ola's snobbishness rears its ugly head at Eonis. But at the words "dangerous animal", the elf frowns again, no longer amused.
Ola was not shocked by the suggestion - all of it was very reasonable. Just unacceptable. "First of all, the ferry owner most likely will not have place for horses, meaning, we will be forced to leave them behind. And if so, the body would be just one more thing to leave on the shores. Still, would not argue about the difficulties of the transportation of the corpse. If everyone thinks it is too much of a hassle, at the morning I'll return to the town and bring Jakobe's corpse to his family." She looked at Eonis and explained as well as one can explain something obvious: "The man died at my service. Master-servant, lord-vassal - those bonds work both ways. When you only take, you are a tyrant, breaking the law that guards this world, and sooner or later will be replaced. I was supposed to protect that man, I failed and will be the one to answer to his family."
Eonis looks to her own regalia of Tyr, and seems a bit ashamed. "Of course. Forgive me, I fall too often into the habits of strategic abstraction, the mindset when my worship was of the Red Knight. I have returned to the flock of Tyr. There is right and wrong in the world, and our calling is to do what is right. You're absolutely correct. This man should be returned to his people, or at least his city. Whatever tactical calculations I may attempt are immaterial to this. He is a person, not a Dragon Chess piece." She bows to Ola, looking apologetic, but also gives Sylyra a sympathetic glance, the strategist in her understanding the practicality of his suggestion. "I am newer to the group, and have less practical combat experience than the rest of you. If you prefer I would volunteer to return him. The clergy of Tyr is influential, someone at The Waiting could see that he is returned to his people, and receives a proper burial. Perhaps I can trade for a fresh horse and regroup with all of you quickly. If you feel personally obligated to see him delivered back, having contracted him, I would respect that as well. Know that I am at your disposal in this matter. I thank you for your moral clarity, Ola. It is helpful. A cleric of Tyr should not hesitate with such matters. I am humbled, but grateful for the reminder."
"Oh, no, you can not possibly leave: you possess a unique talent - you know how to keep Sylyra on his toes." Ola smiled, letting cleric to know that was a joke. But she immediately become serious-self again: "Let us decide at the morning. Right now we need to set up the camp - here or very close near by."
Sylyra glares at Ola again. "Whichever of you is going, you have my permission to do so immediately," he hisses.
Uragum listened to the others as they traveled down the road. The ability to listen was a trait he found most Goliath's didn't have. By now though he felt it appropriate to put in his two copper. "As we travel to stop these ghosts, pirates, dracolich, whatever it is. There will be some hard choices but that really depends on your perspective. Where I'm from, we'd do what's best for the group. If we had time wed bury the body, if things were more rushed we'd leave it. Leave it as respectable as we could but not to the detriment of the tribe." He rides a few more paces in silence.
"If my vote counts, then I say we leave the body. In a respectable way, and take along a personal effect to provide back to the family then be done with it. It's not the best but it's better than some get. Better than the people from the previous attacks got."
"Why not let them both go?" Sylyra says to Uragum, not smiling. "The three of us should be adequate to solve this riddle." Obviously, no one takes him seriously.
Eonis prepares camp for the night, and attempts to organize a watch order, things she can do without any deeper moral quandaries that allow her to feel a sense of purpose. She shares her inner conflict with the others, not sure if she is seeking solace or just trying to rationalize why this seemingly simple decision is something more for her. "One cannot serve two gods. Over the course of my life, I have, but now my spells, my faith, my loyalty, those are to Tyr, my first faith and final," Eonis says, sounding less sure than she means to. "When serving Tyr, all things are clear. Do good in the here and now, do good with the situation in front of you, and trust that all will work out under Tyr's plan. Under the Red Knight things are simple - think of ultimate victory, and what moves you closer and further from that. The greater good is all that matters, beyond the immediate good. I see here the two in conflict. My misfortune, and my poor choices, have divided my soul and ruined my mind. I cannot be trusted with such things, to know what the right this is, in my present state. I will aid with what I can, but I am sorry that I, of all people, a cleric whose soul is pledged to my god and my cause, cannot offer more consistent moral guidance. Ola, you can decide in the morning. I trust you will decide what is right, and I will support you. Forgive my earlier vacillation."
Eonis suggests a watch order that places Sylyra within the darkest part of night, as they assume it to be, to take advantage of his superior low light vision, option to place herself and Arnald nearest Sylyra's watch, Eonis before and Arnald after, with Ola at the last watch as the sunrise is closest, the better to give her the morning hours to ponder her decision, and Uragum at first watch.
Sylyra sighs once again. "Child, you worry too much about what others think of you. The gods have better things to do with their time than to watch over your shoulder. You are in charge of you. If you have found favor with either of your deities, stop fretting over every little decision. You will be happier the sooner you realize that only you can decide what you should be doing. Only you can make yourself happy, and you are responsible only to yourself."
Sylyra's tirade about gods and fates actually had more than one listener, though Ola did not interfere in any way with life lessons, just frowned as to her own thoughts.
At the morning Jakobe's body was wrapped in the blanket (if his own was not enough - then Ola's too) and carefully loaded on the mule's back. Cold weather was quite useful in that regard (while not bothering Ola either), so whatever storm agitated the sea, internally there was complete stillness. Ola was just quietly waiting for the man's answer.
Eonis gives the ferryman a light bow, thinking of imagery in some faiths of the ferryman of death and how they come bearing a corpse, but keeps the morbid association to herself as she also awaits the man’s response.
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“I can help with that, Ola,” Eonis offers, regarding the work of tying the corpse to the mount. “I’ve had comrades die before. It’s never pleasant, but not unfamiliar to me. If you don’t think he would have objected, I will offer a brief ceremony for a fallen comrade per the faith of Tyr, unless he had his own tradition of faith that would have objected to such.” She surveys the man for any religious icons, before doing so.
Sylyra furrows his brow at Jakobe’s body. “An unfortunate accident,” he says, sounding more honest than haughty. He sighs. “I appreciate everyone’s willingness to avoid another senseless death by allowing me to convince the creature we meant her family no harm. I will not complain if someone wants to borrow my shovel to bury the body, but I would rather continue on our journey.”
Eonis responds to Sylyra's statement from her own perspective, on a slightly different axis from others, alternating between the strategic obsessions of the Red Knight, and the surety of law and goodness of Tyr. "It isn't tactically wise to court a battle that can be avoided, where there is no clear benefit to the greater good. That's risk without purpose, tactically unwise and of no ethical benefit to anyone." She ponders it further, articulating her thought process aloud, as per her habit from years spent in isolation.
"It's possible that the Dire Wolf poses a threat to travelers here and ending it and its breed would have saved human and demihuman lives in the future. It wasn't the wolf that killed Jakoby, however, but a freak accident following the horse's reaction. The finger that knocks over the Dragon Chess Piece, per Uragum's metaphor - the unpredictable, the entropic factor. Based on what we saw, I can't say with certainty whether such creatures normally stay far away from travelers, and this was an isolated incident, but as it did leave with its young secured, I think we can assume that to be the case."
She kneels near the body, searching for any religious icons. If she finds none, she performs a brief last rite per the faith of Tyr. "There's no sense in blaming a wolf, or a horse, any creature without reason and a capacity for moral decision making. That would be akin to swearing vengeance against a storm for damage inflicted by lightning. I agree, our cause is too dire for us to delay significantly, but it would not be right to simply bury the man's body here if he has kin or loved ones back in Phlan who would want to make their own arrangements. I do not know him, however. I could not say."
"Did we really look like the best friends?" Coldly asked Ola, still aggravated by the events. (Arnald's remark she left without a comment - when someone wants to help, he helps, not talks about it) "It was a false impression then. You were there when I hired that man. I know nothing about him, except that he trusted his life to us and now he is dead, while the dangerous animal is on the loose."
She nodded to Eonis's help, though, with tiding the body to the mule. "Yes, we need to return the body to the town, the man might indeed have a family. Can you prevent the decomposing of the body?"
"And if we are going to "continue our journey"" (that was addressed to everyone) "we do not have much time left - I am quite sure I am not the only one without ability to see in the dark. Our horses lack that ability as well, if we just continue - in addition to the dead man, we can get horses with broken lags. Not to mention, at this hour collecting wood for the fire, and setting camp would be already a challenge. We might as well settle down right here with the direwolves".
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"I have no magical means to do so, but I am trained in medicine and herbalism, I can likely preserve the body about as well as any local mortician, outside the priests of Kelemvor," Eonis says in response to Ola's question. On the statement about "settling down with the direwolves," she responds overly literally, as if missing the obvious implication. "I would advise against camping here near the direwolves. That would also be courting risk for no real purpose. Travel in the dark would also be needlessly perilous for those of us without dark vision, and the horses as well. It seems the only prudent option is to turn back, for now, see what is to be done with Jakoby's body, and try again in the morning."
She in essence agrees with Ola, without appearing to recognize the nuance of Ola's frustrations.
"I will help, but my practical knowledge are limited, consider me just additional pare of hands." Medical (even postmortem) duty leave little room for boiling anger or any other strong emotions, and very soon Ola was calm enough to talk with her usual cool and as serious as Eonis. "I would agree with that if not for the chance to prevent next attack. Wild animals - even the fiercest - rarely attack many people and do afraid of fire. I would even say in this case direwolf near by would scare away other predators. We had two days, one is almost over. The body must survive now the travel to the island and back. I say, we camp now and leave early morning to the island."
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If checks are needed:
Medicine:
1 roll: 18
If with Advantage due to Help from Ola, 2nd roll, take higher of the two: 12
Herbalism Kit, Wisdom Based:
1 roll: 15
If with Advantage due to Help from Ola, 2nd roll, take higher of the two: 6
(Eonis certainly does not need any help :) )
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Eonis works with Ola's aid to preserve the body, and dignity, of Jakoby, as best as possible with the resources available to her. "A pair of willing hands is always of benefit, Ola. As for what we do at this juncture, if we do elect to stay here I must insist we take proper watches by night. Those of us without enhanced vision beyond the human norm should take watches during the brightest parts of the night. I can do what I can to keep the body intact, but eventually travel with a corpse will attract unwanted attention, one way or the other. The ferry owner may not wish to transport a body to and from the island, some people can be superstitious about such things.
"Logistically speaking, rather than having a hired hand to watch the horses while we are away, we now lack that and have an added bit of unusual cargo, a liability both ways. Speaking as a woman of faith, I know if this man did have loved ones they would likely prefer his body not be laid to rest alongside the roadway. It's a bit of conundrum, and we must factor in the urgency of the quest and potential further loss of life should we delay.
"I... I do not know the answer. Perhaps Sylyra is right. We may have no choice but to bury him here, and break the news to his family and friends, if he had any, on our return to Phlan."
Ola was not shocked by the suggestion - all of it was very reasonable. Just unacceptable. "First of all, the ferry owner most likely will not have place for horses, meaning, we will be forced to leave them behind. And if so, the body would be just one more thing to leave on the shores. Still, would not argue about the difficulties of the transportation of the corpse. If everyone thinks it is too much of a hassle, at the morning I'll return to the town and bring Jakobe's corpse to his family." She looked at Eonis and explained as well as one can explain something obvious: "The man died at my service. Master-servant, lord-vassal - those bonds work both ways. When you only take, you are a tyrant, breaking the law that guards this world, and sooner or later will be replaced. I was supposed to protect that man, I failed and will be the one to answer to his family."
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Eonis looks to her own regalia of Tyr, and seems a bit ashamed. "Of course. Forgive me, I fall too often into the habits of strategic abstraction, the mindset when my worship was of the Red Knight. I have returned to the flock of Tyr. There is right and wrong in the world, and our calling is to do what is right. You're absolutely correct. This man should be returned to his people, or at least his city. Whatever tactical calculations I may attempt are immaterial to this. He is a person, not a Dragon Chess piece." She bows to Ola, looking apologetic, but also gives Sylyra a sympathetic glance, the strategist in her understanding the practicality of his suggestion. "I am newer to the group, and have less practical combat experience than the rest of you. If you prefer I would volunteer to return him. The clergy of Tyr is influential, someone at The Waiting could see that he is returned to his people, and receives a proper burial. Perhaps I can trade for a fresh horse and regroup with all of you quickly. If you feel personally obligated to see him delivered back, having contracted him, I would respect that as well. Know that I am at your disposal in this matter. I thank you for your moral clarity, Ola. It is helpful. A cleric of Tyr should not hesitate with such matters. I am humbled, but grateful for the reminder."
"Oh, no, you can not possibly leave: you possess a unique talent - you know how to keep Sylyra on his toes." Ola smiled, letting cleric to know that was a joke. But she immediately become serious-self again: "Let us decide at the morning. Right now we need to set up the camp - here or very close near by."
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Uragum listened to the others as they traveled down the road. The ability to listen was a trait he found most Goliath's didn't have. By now though he felt it appropriate to put in his two copper. "As we travel to stop these ghosts, pirates, dracolich, whatever it is. There will be some hard choices but that really depends on your perspective. Where I'm from, we'd do what's best for the group. If we had time wed bury the body, if things were more rushed we'd leave it. Leave it as respectable as we could but not to the detriment of the tribe." He rides a few more paces in silence.
"If my vote counts, then I say we leave the body. In a respectable way, and take along a personal effect to provide back to the family then be done with it. It's not the best but it's better than some get. Better than the people from the previous attacks got."
Eonis prepares camp for the night, and attempts to organize a watch order, things she can do without any deeper moral quandaries that allow her to feel a sense of purpose. She shares her inner conflict with the others, not sure if she is seeking solace or just trying to rationalize why this seemingly simple decision is something more for her. "One cannot serve two gods. Over the course of my life, I have, but now my spells, my faith, my loyalty, those are to Tyr, my first faith and final," Eonis says, sounding less sure than she means to. "When serving Tyr, all things are clear. Do good in the here and now, do good with the situation in front of you, and trust that all will work out under Tyr's plan. Under the Red Knight things are simple - think of ultimate victory, and what moves you closer and further from that. The greater good is all that matters, beyond the immediate good. I see here the two in conflict. My misfortune, and my poor choices, have divided my soul and ruined my mind. I cannot be trusted with such things, to know what the right this is, in my present state. I will aid with what I can, but I am sorry that I, of all people, a cleric whose soul is pledged to my god and my cause, cannot offer more consistent moral guidance. Ola, you can decide in the morning. I trust you will decide what is right, and I will support you. Forgive my earlier vacillation."
Eonis suggests a watch order that places Sylyra within the darkest part of night, as they assume it to be, to take advantage of his superior low light vision, option to place herself and Arnald nearest Sylyra's watch, Eonis before and Arnald after, with Ola at the last watch as the sunrise is closest, the better to give her the morning hours to ponder her decision, and Uragum at first watch.
OOC: Excellent RP, everyone.
Jakobe carries only some basic camping equipment in his pack, and carries no religious items on his person.
With Jakobe's body respectfully prepared, you find an area to set camp fairly easily. The night grows cold and windy, uncomfortable and restless. The wind rustling the trees masks the noise of nearby creatures, but morning arrives safely, and you awake feeling rested.
The first morning since leaving Phlan dawns very windy and drizzling. Ahead of you, the Iron Route opens up to the coast. The sea churns this morning with Umberlee's wrath.
OOC: Waiting to advance further until it is decided what to do with Jakobe's body for the time being.
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OOC: Alright then, moving forward presuming that Jakobe's body is being brought along. Removed one day of rations from each character's inventory.
Shortly after setting out in the morning, you spot an elderly man with a wild beard, salt encrusted coat, and floppy hat struggling to bring a large flat bottomed raft to shore. He pulls arm-over-arm along a rope, which is strung between the shore and a small island an arrowshot into the bay.
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OOC: I'm going to try to make sense of this without causing any ripples with my lateness.
Sylyra grins as Ola's snobbishness rears its ugly head at Eonis. But at the words "dangerous animal", the elf frowns again, no longer amused.
Sylyra looks as if he agrees with Ola.
Sylyra now looks hopeful.
Sylyra glares at Ola again. "Whichever of you is going, you have my permission to do so immediately," he hisses.
"Why not let them both go?" Sylyra says to Uragum, not smiling. "The three of us should be adequate to solve this riddle." Obviously, no one takes him seriously.
Sylyra sighs once again. "Child, you worry too much about what others think of you. The gods have better things to do with their time than to watch over your shoulder. You are in charge of you. If you have found favor with either of your deities, stop fretting over every little decision. You will be happier the sooner you realize that only you can decide what you should be doing. Only you can make yourself happy, and you are responsible only to yourself."
Sylyra dismounts and approaches the man, leading his horse by the reins. "We require passage," he says shortly with a bit of temper.
Sylyra's tirade about gods and fates actually had more than one listener, though Ola did not interfere in any way with life lessons, just frowned as to her own thoughts.
At the morning Jakobe's body was wrapped in the blanket (if his own was not enough - then Ola's too) and carefully loaded on the mule's back. Cold weather was quite useful in that regard (while not bothering Ola either), so whatever storm agitated the sea, internally there was complete stillness. Ola was just quietly waiting for the man's answer.
Meili Liang Lvl 5 Monk
Dice
Eonis gives the ferryman a light bow, thinking of imagery in some faiths of the ferryman of death and how they come bearing a corpse, but keeps the morbid association to herself as she also awaits the man’s response.