The camp stays silent as the scout leads you back to Nanny Phrex’dia. The druid is in a tent some 20 feet above ground, atop a large oak tree. Still directing her people, she pauses to acknowledge you "we had never encountered such a big group of undead in this forest. Luckly their attention was not focused on us and there are only a few people that were wounded during their passing. I have sent a few people to track them and report back should they turn around." She pauses for a moment and continues "I urge you to investigate what happened in our home under the great tree. Should circumstances be different we would gladly host you here, but the security of my people takes priority in these troubling times."
Zephyra catches the attention of one of the nearby Elves. "I can assist while my friends gather information. Please show me to the injured if you are agreeable."
Knowing her companions well enough that they can share information learned while she makes herself useful for the time here.
If they accept her aid, she will excuse herself asking that the others call on her once they are ready to leave again.
"Would it be better for you to seek shelter within the village, should the undead march on it?", Blossom muses out loud.
"The evil that corrupted the great tree is too dangerous to risk our people. We have children and elders among us." Nanny Phrex’dia bows her head and lets out a sigh "I wish to help you, but given the danger we just saw pass nearby I'm afraid that I can't spare any of our people to cleanse the place. The best hope for us is to wander in the forest a while longer."
"Aye,"Thariv says with a nod to Ufeza's question. "Any dangers lurking there we may want to know about? Any safe havens within?"
To Ufeza and Thariv questions she adds "we left the place long ago, because we sensed that our tree was beginning to twist under some corruption. There was no clear danger, but our oracles saw that it was unsafe to linger there. It was our city and our living place, not a military fortress. You should find our homes still waiting for us inside."
Zephyra catches the attention of one of the nearby Elves. "I can assist while my friends gather information. Please show me to the injured if you are agreeable."
Knowing her companions well enough that they can share information learned while she makes herself useful for the time here.
If they accept her aid, she will excuse herself asking that the others call on her once they are ready to leave again.
A scout leads Zephyra to a nearby hanging tent. Inside she finds three elves lying down in cots. Two of them are sleeping, the other is biting on a piece of leather while a surgeon works on his leg with a small knife. "Just give me a minute to finish and I'll be right with you", the healer says without turning back. Zephyra notices that the healer is cutting out a few roots, they twist as she pulls them out with golden tweezers and drops them on a wooden bowl.
The roots look eerily similar to those that killed a few people back at Aetherglen.
Zephyra stands by watching the surgeon quietly as she completes her work on the roots. Then taking out her own meager supplies waits carefully until the surgeon gives her attention. "Might I help? I am by no means a surgeon but have a bit of skill as a healer, perhaps you'd refer to me as a combat Physician, and a Druid should my spells be required. I am Zephyra. And not to catch anyone by surprise, this is Dragon she pets the unusual cat she has tucked in an arm. She's a side effect of whatever is going on in your home, but a cat all the same." Then hoping not to cause any concern by Dragon, redirects back to the patient's injuries with a hand gesture. "I've yet to see anyone capable of extracting those roots as you have, there is a woman in Atherglen at the temple suffering a loss of her child and of the roots herself as we speak. Would you tell me how you do it?"
While Zephyra is attending to the wounded, Luther uses his military experience to review the camp's defenses. He looks for choke points, blind spots and hardened positions to point out to the guards.
Zephyra stands by watching the surgeon quietly as she completes her work on the roots. Then taking out her own meager supplies waits carefully until the surgeon gives her attention. "Might I help? I am by no means a surgeon but have a bit of skill as a healer, perhaps you'd refer to me as a combat Physician, and a Druid should my spells be required. I am Zephyra. And not to catch anyone by surprise, this is Dragon she pets the unusual cat she has tucked in an arm. She's a side effect of whatever is going on in your home, but a cat all the same." Then hoping not to cause any concern by Dragon, redirects back to the patient's injuries with a hand gesture. "I've yet to see anyone capable of extracting those roots as you have, there is a woman in Atherglen at the temple suffering a loss of her child and of the roots herself as we speak. Would you tell me how you do it?"
The healer blinks twice at the sight of the undead cat "thanks for the warning. I would keep him out of sight around camp, most people are going to be on edge after that big undead group." She thinks for a moment about the treatment "we try to keep the body healthy so that our spirit can live. I just follow the natural body lines and excise away all that should not be there." She contines for a while talking about her tribes way of life, communing with nature and listening to the normal heartbeat to detect illnesses, but the experience is hard to translate to other races. "I'll speak to lady Phrex’dia, if she wills it I could go help the people of this village you mention."
Back at Nanny Phrex’dia's tent, she speaks to Blossom again "I'm not familiar with this Aetherglen you mention, humans build new settlements all the time and it's easy to lose track of all of them. We could send people there to talk about mutual aid and have a safe haven to fall back should we need to shelter our people in case of a greater invasion."
The scouts are grateful of Luther's help in pointing weak spots in their defenses, sharing a few stories about their army training days with him.
While his companions are busy, Ufeza retrieves Bonewit’s Journal and scours it for any useful information yet to be gleaned.
Ufeza finds nothing else of use in the journal. Most of it is written in an alien script that he assumes must be druidic.
The people at the camp are slowly getting over their fear of the undead and seem ready to pack their tents, waiting only for their leader to tell them which way to go next.
Zephyra tucks Dragon back into her arm under the cover of her cloak encouraging her to be still and exits the tent after her discussion with the Healer and helping should they wish it. Seeing the others of the camp gearing up to leave, she returns quickly to the group glancing at Ufeza studying the Journal. "Find anything useful?"
Ufeza is looking at the druidic text with furrowed brow and ruffled fur when Zephyra approaches, "Hm? Oh....Not really. It's in druidic it seems. At least, anything we don't already know is. I know a ritual I picked up in my travels that would allow me to comprehend it, but as you are a druid perhaps you would fair better than I quicker? The ritual alone takes time, and considering that mass of undead just saw, we likely should be moving soon."
"Yes, I can help. I know the language of Druids." She holds out her hand and collects the book from him and climbs up onto a low branch of a tree (low enough that Ufeza could easily seat himself beside her if desired) and seats herself, back against the main trunk slightly with Dragon protected in her cloak. She slips on her gloves and turns the pages gently searching though the journal for any useful information.
Ufeza pulls a small strip of jerky out of his bag to snack on, tossing a small piece to Dragon before leaning against the trunk of the tree. After a time, he begins to play a simply melody on his lute, waiting on the rest of the group to depart or Zephyra to find something of interest in the druidic sections of the journal.
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Thariv stands around silently for the most part, looking perhaps a little uncomfortable surrounded by so many trees and to his way of thinking at least, so little open sky. He keeps his gaze up, watching the movement of clouds and the changing nature of the light as time progresses, wondering what the weather might hold for them on the next leg of the journey.
Blossom takes up a sitting position at the bottom of an oak tree, and continues to whittle away at the piece of wood he was working on when everyone first met him. Occasionally, he looks up as someone's movement catches his peripheral vision.
Ufeza watched Thariv as he plays, noting he seems a little uncomfortable to be in a thick forest. He calls over to him with a kind smile, "Thariv, my friend, do not worry. Think of them not as trees with branches and leaves, but yet-to-be-ships."
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Blossom follows, his tail swishing behind him as he looks around them. "How many, roughly?"
Thariv also descends from his tree perch and moves along with the others to meet up with the elven leader again.
Zephyra climbs down from her own perch and follows the others back to camp.
The camp stays silent as the scout leads you back to Nanny Phrex’dia. The druid is in a tent some 20 feet above ground, atop a large oak tree. Still directing her people, she pauses to acknowledge you "we had never encountered such a big group of undead in this forest. Luckly their attention was not focused on us and there are only a few people that were wounded during their passing. I have sent a few people to track them and report back should they turn around." She pauses for a moment and continues "I urge you to investigate what happened in our home under the great tree. Should circumstances be different we would gladly host you here, but the security of my people takes priority in these troubling times."
"Would it be better for you to seek shelter within the village, should the undead march on it?", Blossom muses out loud.
"And is there anything we should know about navigating the tree once we are there?" Ufeza asks as a follow-up.
"Aye," Thariv says with a nod to Ufeza's question. "Any dangers lurking there we may want to know about? Any safe havens within?"
Zephyra catches the attention of one of the nearby Elves. "I can assist while my friends gather information. Please show me to the injured if you are agreeable."
Knowing her companions well enough that they can share information learned while she makes herself useful for the time here.
If they accept her aid, she will excuse herself asking that the others call on her once they are ready to leave again.
"The evil that corrupted the great tree is too dangerous to risk our people. We have children and elders among us." Nanny Phrex’dia bows her head and lets out a sigh "I wish to help you, but given the danger we just saw pass nearby I'm afraid that I can't spare any of our people to cleanse the place. The best hope for us is to wander in the forest a while longer."
To Ufeza and Thariv questions she adds "we left the place long ago, because we sensed that our tree was beginning to twist under some corruption. There was no clear danger, but our oracles saw that it was unsafe to linger there. It was our city and our living place, not a military fortress. You should find our homes still waiting for us inside."
A scout leads Zephyra to a nearby hanging tent. Inside she finds three elves lying down in cots. Two of them are sleeping, the other is biting on a piece of leather while a surgeon works on his leg with a small knife. "Just give me a minute to finish and I'll be right with you", the healer says without turning back. Zephyra notices that the healer is cutting out a few roots, they twist as she pulls them out with golden tweezers and drops them on a wooden bowl.
The roots look eerily similar to those that killed a few people back at Aetherglen.
Zephyra stands by watching the surgeon quietly as she completes her work on the roots. Then taking out her own meager supplies waits carefully until the surgeon gives her attention. "Might I help? I am by no means a surgeon but have a bit of skill as a healer, perhaps you'd refer to me as a combat Physician, and a Druid should my spells be required. I am Zephyra. And not to catch anyone by surprise, this is Dragon she pets the unusual cat she has tucked in an arm. She's a side effect of whatever is going on in your home, but a cat all the same." Then hoping not to cause any concern by Dragon, redirects back to the patient's injuries with a hand gesture. "I've yet to see anyone capable of extracting those roots as you have, there is a woman in Atherglen at the temple suffering a loss of her child and of the roots herself as we speak. Would you tell me how you do it?"
While Zephyra is attending to the wounded, Luther uses his military experience to review the camp's defenses. He looks for choke points, blind spots and hardened positions to point out to the guards.
While his companions are busy, Ufeza retrieves Bonewit’s Journal and scours it for any useful information yet to be gleaned.
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The healer blinks twice at the sight of the undead cat "thanks for the warning. I would keep him out of sight around camp, most people are going to be on edge after that big undead group." She thinks for a moment about the treatment "we try to keep the body healthy so that our spirit can live. I just follow the natural body lines and excise away all that should not be there." She contines for a while talking about her tribes way of life, communing with nature and listening to the normal heartbeat to detect illnesses, but the experience is hard to translate to other races. "I'll speak to lady Phrex’dia, if she wills it I could go help the people of this village you mention."
Back at Nanny Phrex’dia's tent, she speaks to Blossom again "I'm not familiar with this Aetherglen you mention, humans build new settlements all the time and it's easy to lose track of all of them. We could send people there to talk about mutual aid and have a safe haven to fall back should we need to shelter our people in case of a greater invasion."
The scouts are grateful of Luther's help in pointing weak spots in their defenses, sharing a few stories about their army training days with him.
Ufeza finds nothing else of use in the journal. Most of it is written in an alien script that he assumes must be druidic.
The people at the camp are slowly getting over their fear of the undead and seem ready to pack their tents, waiting only for their leader to tell them which way to go next.
Zephyra tucks Dragon back into her arm under the cover of her cloak encouraging her to be still and exits the tent after her discussion with the Healer and helping should they wish it. Seeing the others of the camp gearing up to leave, she returns quickly to the group glancing at Ufeza studying the Journal. "Find anything useful?"
Ufeza is looking at the druidic text with furrowed brow and ruffled fur when Zephyra approaches, "Hm? Oh....Not really. It's in druidic it seems. At least, anything we don't already know is. I know a ritual I picked up in my travels that would allow me to comprehend it, but as you are a druid perhaps you would fair better than I quicker? The ritual alone takes time, and considering that mass of undead just saw, we likely should be moving soon."
"Yes, I can help. I know the language of Druids." She holds out her hand and collects the book from him and climbs up onto a low branch of a tree (low enough that Ufeza could easily seat himself beside her if desired) and seats herself, back against the main trunk slightly with Dragon protected in her cloak. She slips on her gloves and turns the pages gently searching though the journal for any useful information.
Ufeza pulls a small strip of jerky out of his bag to snack on, tossing a small piece to Dragon before leaning against the trunk of the tree. After a time, he begins to play a simply melody on his lute, waiting on the rest of the group to depart or Zephyra to find something of interest in the druidic sections of the journal.
Thariv stands around silently for the most part, looking perhaps a little uncomfortable surrounded by so many trees and to his way of thinking at least, so little open sky. He keeps his gaze up, watching the movement of clouds and the changing nature of the light as time progresses, wondering what the weather might hold for them on the next leg of the journey.
Perception 14
Survival 9
Nature 15
Blossom takes up a sitting position at the bottom of an oak tree, and continues to whittle away at the piece of wood he was working on when everyone first met him. Occasionally, he looks up as someone's movement catches his peripheral vision.
Ufeza watched Thariv as he plays, noting he seems a little uncomfortable to be in a thick forest. He calls over to him with a kind smile, "Thariv, my friend, do not worry. Think of them not as trees with branches and leaves, but yet-to-be-ships."