Draco
Adida
Hastria moves to sit near the fire, chin rested on her knees.
"...I have killed a man today, James."
Roleplay 1000 Wands of World Wrecking Wonder IC
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"...I have killed a man today, James."
Shipmaster Sane
You have been weighed
"Aye, y'have."
He says rather simply.
Seeing Boris about to eat the rat, "Be careful with eating that" he advised him, "Rats tend to carry diseases, and there might be still be...aftereffects on them. Would rather you not die."
ooc: Going to generally assume my character was there.
ooc: Going to generally assume my character was there.
Bierstout sighs in relief as the door closes and the flow of stinking water ceases. "Thank you for your assistance, lizard." He nods to Boris in appreciation as he steps back.
Yet despite the gorge that threatens to rise in his throat whenever he takes in a breath, his curiosity is something that can't be ignored. Who would construct such a river of filth to flow out from this ruined farmhouse in the middle of nowhere important? How did these artificers conceal such a grand structure within such a small building? What was the significance of the symbol of 'woman' on the door? And who — or what — were those voices?
All questions for tomorrow morning, when they were well-rested and had the numbers to mount an expedition into the mysterious filth tunnel, and they could see if Hastria opening the door would have any effect on it.
As Boris the lizard prepares the giant rat for parts and consumption, Bierstout wades his way through the receding water and back outside. He might as well see to the freshly-disturbed dirt where the bandit leader was said to have buried something, and begins digging through the loam.
Yet despite the gorge that threatens to rise in his throat whenever he takes in a breath, his curiosity is something that can't be ignored. Who would construct such a river of filth to flow out from this ruined farmhouse in the middle of nowhere important? How did these artificers conceal such a grand structure within such a small building? What was the significance of the symbol of 'woman' on the door? And who — or what — were those voices?
All questions for tomorrow morning, when they were well-rested and had the numbers to mount an expedition into the mysterious filth tunnel, and they could see if Hastria opening the door would have any effect on it.
As Boris the lizard prepares the giant rat for parts and consumption, Bierstout wades his way through the receding water and back outside. He might as well see to the freshly-disturbed dirt where the bandit leader was said to have buried something, and begins digging through the loam.
Abyssgazer
Failed Inventor of the Banana Gun
Pleased that the rats size is sufficient for a shield Boris began the process to harvest the flesh and fashion his shield. Some would be cooked now and the rest dried out as he didn't possess salt. He'd flech sticks to impale the flesh upon for carrying it back to the cart come time to leave.
It would give him something to do while the others did whatever else there was to do at this den of not swamp.
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Draco
Adida
"...I could not breathe in that house. So empty, and cold. I could not even treat the townsfolk as my mother did. Only loneliness awaits behind me...but yet more horrors lie ahead."
Hastria bows her head.
"I know not what to do."
Bierstout tucks the moneybag into his pouch. No doubt these are the bandit leader's ill-gotten gains, the fruits of violence and rapine against innocent farmers and traders.
"I have discovered their stash!" he reports to the others. "I will safeguard it until such time as it can be returned to its rightful owners in Drakesville and its surrounds, assuming they can be found — otherwise, we will divide it between ourselves."
He looks up at the night sky, still brightly-lit from the effects of the wand. "Shall we return to the cart to rest, and investigate this curious farmhouse tomorrow with the others?"
Abyssgazer
Failed Inventor of the Banana Gun
Scooping the guts and offal of the rat out Boris separated the two, then discarded the unusable parts by casually throwing them into the bushes returning them to nature to grow something else for him to eat.
"Once Boris finishes the readying of food and shield from the rat, then Boris will be ready to leave." He answered.
Shipmaster Sane
You have been weighed
"You should eat something"
He says, busying himself with making some flour cakes on a flat bit of stone.
"It sounds like a wise or at least prudent plan. And this farm house does seem a bit suspicious, and if it is the wrong variety of suspicious...having daylight on our side would be preferable. Though really daylight would be advantageous even if it isn't suspicious in such a way, for obvious reason." he replied, obviously pondering what may or may not be up in regard to the farmhouse. He wasn't quite sure, but the current situation seemed to be like one out of a horror novel, or one of those dubious tales that old adventurers would tell, but just because it had certain features of a duck, did not mean by necessity that it was a duck.
Draco
Adida
"I suppose I should, yes. It has been a long day."
The group at the farmhouse waits on Boris to finish up with his preparations. At the end, he produces a shield and a dozen pounds of good rat meat. Your treck back is exceedingly easy under the unnatural light spawned from your wands, and very soon you catch up to Hastria and James, who have taken up around a fire and are cooking food, the latter still noticing no differences in his ability to cause harm. It is now fairly late, the moon close to halfway through the sky. The motley crew of commoners has no all reconvened together again. What do you do?
Shipmaster Sane
You have been weighed
I offer each of the others a flour biscuit (1 pound total), a bright red pickled egg (5 out of the gallon jug I have) and a bit of cheese (I divide one of my pieces into five).
this doesn't account for the Lizard, though James wouldn't withhold food from him if asked.
"What happened?"
He asks, noting their rough appearances.
Draco
Adida
Hastria wrinkles her nose in disgust.
"And by Saras, what on earth is that stench?!"
Abyssgazer
Failed Inventor of the Banana Gun
With a fire already prepared Boris staked out his stick of meat to cook over the fire, he breathed deep of the crackling fat on the meat as he cooked three of the dozen pounds he'd harvested. The remainder of which he began to setup a drying rack for to preserve the succulent flesh.
"Gift giver opened a door to a place that was the swamp, but not the swamp." Boris answered in dwarven tending to his meat with a predatory hunger in his eyes, it had been a while since he last ate. Taking a raw chunk of meat he tossed the bloody chunk into his maw to sate his hunger as he waited for the tastier cooked portions to finish.
"Gift giver opened a door to a place that was the swamp, but not the swamp." Boris answered in dwarven tending to his meat with a predatory hunger in his eyes, it had been a while since he last ate. Taking a raw chunk of meat he tossed the bloody chunk into his maw to sate his hunger as he waited for the tastier cooked portions to finish.
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"Thanks," Bierstout simply says as he accepts James's food. Hardtack, eggs, and cheese are simple but hardy fare, perfect for a hungered dwarf. Next time, he might prepare a traditional Dwarven traveling supper for the group. Surely their human and elvish stomachs could handle it?
He turns to Varrys — an elf and an academic, didn't he know some little magics? "Oi, Varrys. Ye wouldnae happen ta know a spell that could git this stink off'n us, would ye?"
Remembering that Hastria lacks the facility to speak or comprehend Dwarven, Bierstout elaborates on Boris's reply in the common tongue. "Thar be somethin' strange aboot tha old farmhouse. A door inside holds back an unceasin' tide o' filth-ridden rat-infested water from some place we dinnae know. We should return on th' morn ta take a closer look."
He turns to Varrys — an elf and an academic, didn't he know some little magics? "Oi, Varrys. Ye wouldnae happen ta know a spell that could git this stink off'n us, would ye?"