::Zalini made to charge the beast when the treeling shot towards him like a missle. He was just able to dive and slide along the earth as the makeshift weapon sailed over his head. He is able to get to his feet, just in time to see the effect of Miroslaw and Deerfield's combine attack...
Alexander saw the treeling coming towards him and fell, more than dodged to the side as it embedding itself in the ground near where he had been standing...
Deerfield and Miroslaw charge the beast to attack almost as one. Deerfield's blade cuts deep into the knee of the creature and it begins to crumpled to the ground from its own weight on a wounded leg. This helped Miroslaw with his attack. As he lept, he was able to reach high enough to drive his blade between the shoulderblades of the twisted elf. The weight of his own body driving the blade deeper into the thing's body, until the tip emerged from the things chest. It slumped to the ground, lifeless. And almost immediately it began to shift and change once more. Going back to the elf it had once been before drinking the toxin...::
My first thought was, he lied in every word, That hoary cripple, with malicious eye Askance to watch the workings of his lie On mine, and mouth scarce able to afford Suppression of the glee, that pursed and scored Its edge, at one more victim gained thereby.
Miroslaw looked to Deerfield with a nod of thanking. As he felt the life fade from the being, sadness washed him. He thought he had saved on of the elves from the final judgement, but he failed.
As it began changing back, he, as gently as one could, removed his blade. He let his blade fall and caught the elf as it made its journey to the ground, slowing the fall and laying the being gently onto the ground.
Two lives he took today. He came to their home and killed them. The sorrow set in quickly, but no tears would come from him. He knelt there, by the recently deceased elf for awhile. Partially to rest and bathe in the pain from the fight, and partially due to the prayer that he was repeating in his head. He was asking for forgiveness.
Finally, after the pain had eased, he began to move again. The pain immediately came back, but he pushed through it, picking the elf up and moving to where the others were placed. He closed each of their eyes, making them look at peace, before standing and beginning their Rite of Passage. He paid little attention to the other members of the party, knowing he had little ability to assist them if they needed it. Right now, the biggest priority was the sending before their spirits became any more lost.
Death is no more than turning us over from time to eternity. Whether that eternity is damnation or salvation is determined in the time we have.
Deerfield replied with the same nod, but the mental aftermath was an entirely different one on his part. He relished the moment of victory, having finally killed all their enemies. He didn't bother questioning who had let the damned elf live, the outcome was good enough.
He laughed while looking around for the other two, so much it pained him in his chest. But no broken rib in this world would sully this victory. He cleaned his sword and waited for the others to gather. Wounds had to be tended to, and like before, it had to be discussed if the party was to proceed further into this disgusting valley. After all, he didn't even know what they were here for.
He would find a place to sit and calm down a bit. While Miroslaw would perform a sending, he would comfort his own soul. These elves had deserved it, had they not? He had done the right thing to protect his own life. A broken rib was an appropriate souvenir, one which could be taken of and which could heal in time.
She started dancin' real slow, like she was puttin' on a show.
Wet sweat was pourin' off her skin, her body made me wanna sin.
Right then my buzz was kickin' in, she had a devil's grin.
She looked me in the eye and said: You give me the urge!
To do a little day drinkin'
A little bit of love makin'
A whole lot of world shakin'
'Cause it's never too late to get low down dirty!
Lynyrd Skynyrd - Low Down Dirty
Mutt let loose a sigh of relief as the mutant fell and slowly formed back. He took a few steps closer to the changing mass of flesh and bone. Watching Miroslaw perform something, maybe some sort of religious practice maybe? Mutt leaned down to inspect the elf, hoping for some clues about the toxin, maybe a spare vial or arrows like the one in the tree. Regardless if he found what he was looking for he would turn to look at Deerfeild. Looking at him straight in the eyes to see any pings of pain in his expression. "I'm sorry." He said simply. He truely felt sorry about what he did, but the rush was exhilarating, the swelling of life in his muscles the rush of air that filled his lungs to put his heart into overdrive, it was great and terrifying at the same time. Turning to Alxander, he waited for him to speak, wondering if now was the time for their conversation or not.
When Zalini walked up to Deerfield and looked him in the eyes, the tanner couldn't answer the gaze. He was slightly embarassed when he remembered the vile words he had thrown at the man.
When he heard the word sorry, he replied with bit of a stutter, almost as a reflex, "As am I, I am sorry, too. Let's just forget what happened and try to survive this outing."
After all, they still had to get out of this place alive.
She started dancin' real slow, like she was puttin' on a show.
Wet sweat was pourin' off her skin, her body made me wanna sin.
Right then my buzz was kickin' in, she had a devil's grin.
She looked me in the eye and said: You give me the urge!
To do a little day drinkin'
A little bit of love makin'
A whole lot of world shakin'
'Cause it's never too late to get low down dirty!
Lynyrd Skynyrd - Low Down Dirty
::Zalini finds nothing on the most recently deceased elf. Most of his clothes and belongings had been torn free as his body expanded under the influence of the toxin. All he had on him now were little more than rags.
Alexander picked himself up again from the ground. Brushing the dirt off his robes, he carefully walked over to the rest of the party with the aide of his cane. He spared a look at Miroslaw and his actions. He made note of the ritual the man was performing and what that may mean about the man. He hoped that it would not interfere with the budding partnership he had formed with him.::
"Are we done apologizing for actions beyond our control?
Good.
Search the bodies, if you have not done so already. There should be sources of the toxin on them. Whatever else you may find you may split however you wish. All I want is the toxin.
All of it.
Once we have gathered what we can, I would recommend we head back to town. We are ill suited to continue on in our present condition."
My first thought was, he lied in every word, That hoary cripple, with malicious eye Askance to watch the workings of his lie On mine, and mouth scarce able to afford Suppression of the glee, that pursed and scored Its edge, at one more victim gained thereby.
The warrior has just finished his custom when Alex sprang his ridicule of it. He was not certain it was a sideways comment to him or the apologetic Tanner and Mutt. Either way, Miroslaw did not mind it much. He had never been one to lecture or demand anyone to understand. He had questioned his beliefs himself all too many times in the past to judge the doubting people. However, if he were certain the comment was directed towards him, he would have expressed his distaste for the rudeness, but as he was not certain, he abstained from doing so.
He closed up his book, placing it back in its rightful position and retrieved one of the two vials of substance he had. He fully intended to keep one as he saw no reason not to. He imagines Alexander would be able to do what research he needed two with the amount one vial contained. He held it out to the scholar saying nothing. After, he talks to the party in general, “Believe Zalini might be able to get armor out of the remains. And does anyone have interest in these blades?” making gesture to the ones at his waist.
Death is no more than turning us over from time to eternity. Whether that eternity is damnation or salvation is determined in the time we have.
Mutt kept the arrows he had around his torso, tightening the sttap to make the quiver hug his body. Shaking his head at Alxander glaring at the vial. "I'll keep what I have found..." He ttails off as he thinks over what he said. "Hiwever I want to study this as well." He stated letting his fingers run through the feathered ends of the arrows. Hearing Miroslaw he walked over to both elves and proceeds to gather up what intact armor he can, maybe he can fashion something orr get a set tailored back in town.
Deerfield did as the leader said. He searched the bodies as best he could for what the dark mage was looking for, giving him anything he found. The tanner wanted to get out of that place as soon as possible, and at no point in time thought about something that could prolong his stay.
He was irritated by Zalini's statement, but hoped that it wouldn't cause conflict in the group. He ignored any tension as far as possible. As far as Miroslaw's small deception, he didn't notice that in any way.
He didn't care for anything that could be found. However, he did squint at the swords when Miroslaw offered them. He wasn't exactly interested in them, but one could never have too many weapons.
"Sure, hand me one, let me take a look. Does anybody need any help with anything else?"
Last Edit: Apr 9, 2014 14:05:00 GMT -5 by Deerfield
She started dancin' real slow, like she was puttin' on a show.
Wet sweat was pourin' off her skin, her body made me wanna sin.
Right then my buzz was kickin' in, she had a devil's grin.
She looked me in the eye and said: You give me the urge!
To do a little day drinkin'
A little bit of love makin'
A whole lot of world shakin'
'Cause it's never too late to get low down dirty!
Lynyrd Skynyrd - Low Down Dirty
1 full set of interesting looking armor that seems well suited for a woodland setting. (currently in the possession of Zalini)
1 bow that seems sturdier than most in its construction. (I believe currently held by Miroslaw.)
1 pair of interesting looking boots (unclaimed)
1 cloak that seems to have some alternative use. (Currently held by Miroslaw)
An assortment of armor and weapons made from carved wood and covered in a resin. Hard as steel. Worth some coin.
A collection of vials and quivers containing portions of the toxin. (Some in Alex's possession, but one vial for Miro and one Quiver for Zalini.)
Alexander's look darkens at Zalini's response and he steps over to look down upon the man.::
"I allowed you to come on this journey to aide in my own research, not your own. My experience with you has yet to show ANY indication that you have the mental capacity or the simple self control required to perform such research on your own. I will NOT have some beast rampaging throughout Wistvale because you made an error in judgement."
::He makes a flicking motion with his free hand and a shadow from Zalini's own person cuts through the straps holding the quiver like a knife. The quiver topples to the ground, spilling its contents upon the ground. Almost immediately the grass begins to grow taller and thicker where the toxin had reached the earth.
After a lingering look at Zalini, he turns his gaze to rest on the other members of the party, finally resting on Miroslaw.::
"Would anyone else wish to suddenly discover they forgot to hand over some toxin?"
Last Edit: Apr 9, 2014 14:41:33 GMT -5 by Alexander
My first thought was, he lied in every word, That hoary cripple, with malicious eye Askance to watch the workings of his lie On mine, and mouth scarce able to afford Suppression of the glee, that pursed and scored Its edge, at one more victim gained thereby.
Miroslaw notices the interesting looking boots and decided to see if they were big enough for his feet. He sets them up in front of him, and slides his feet, on at a time, out of their boots and into the new boots.
He was oddly examining his feet when Alex asked him if he had more of the poison. Miroslaw plays it off like he forgot about it, batting around his chest before a "Ahh, one more." comes forth and he holds the other vial out to the scholar. Miroslaw doesn't like magic. He assumed that to be how he knew he had another vial.
Miroslaw realized Deerfield did not really get much loot from the journey. He tosses him the cloak, hoping he will find some use for it or at least a bit of coin. He states, "We can split up the weapons and remaining armor. They look like they could fetch a decent price." He went ahead and grabbed a fair share of the weapons and armor to sell.
Last Edit: Apr 10, 2014 10:58:36 GMT -5 by Miroslaw
Death is no more than turning us over from time to eternity. Whether that eternity is damnation or salvation is determined in the time we have.
::The boots fit well, they had obviously been broken in already by their previous owner.
Alexander takes the last vial without another word about the deception he had picked up on and looks at each party member in turn.
They were a ragged bunch. Wounded and weary from the fight and not yet trusting of each other. It would be foolish to continue on. He would have to return another time. Perhaps once he had made some progress on his research...::
"Have you all settled on what pieces you would like to take from the dead?
I suggest we start heading back to town then."
::He turns and begins to walk back down the trail the way the party had come, not waiting to see if he is followed.::
My first thought was, he lied in every word, That hoary cripple, with malicious eye Askance to watch the workings of his lie On mine, and mouth scarce able to afford Suppression of the glee, that pursed and scored Its edge, at one more victim gained thereby.
Miroslaw liked the boots. He still took his own black boots for sentimental reasons though.
He was not certain they would discontinue the journey after this fight until he took a look around. He was not nearly as injured as the rest of the party, but was still a bit weary and sore from the long spout of fighting. Being flung aside like a rag-doll did not feel good on his back either. He looked back to Zalini. He was going to need some serious medical attention. Poor sap must have never been in a genuine scuffle like this one. Deerfield looked worse than he probably was. He received many superficial wounds from the spikes of the elves, but they would probably mend on their own. Still, he was most likely not feeling in the best condition.
He stated, "Aye. Probably best to end this before another fight comes our way. Besides, I still want those jewels." Before following behind the scholar. The totem had not left his mind and neither the purple jewels. He also decided to make a small jest towards Alexander, "Need me to carry you? That leg cant be easy to walk on." He assumed the wizard had too much pride to acknowledge such assistance.
Last Edit: Apr 10, 2014 10:58:03 GMT -5 by Miroslaw
Death is no more than turning us over from time to eternity. Whether that eternity is damnation or salvation is determined in the time we have.
Deerfield was in no mood to talk. Indeed, he looked worse than his actual condition, but he was pain stricken and could not find the motivation to put an effort into using his air to communicate. He tried his best to make a friendly face and nod the others into following Ravenhurst's lead.
He needed some rest, and a beer.
He didn't mind looting their enemies' corpses, but he did not agree with all about the whole stealing jewels thought that Miroslaw voiced. The man seemed very zealous about his own beliefs, so it seemed odd to Deerfield that he had little respect for the others'. Sure, these elves were a horrible bunch, but there were more of them around who seemed to have a certain affection for those stones. The tanner wanted to have nothing to do with them, never did he want to get caught by these elves carrying one of them away.
The potential for unnecessary fury seemed boundless.
But as mentioned, he had no energy left to intervene. He just followed along and hoped they would get out of there soon. He also ignored what Miroslaw said to their leader, too eager to just leave as quickly and silently as possible.
Last Edit: Apr 11, 2014 16:56:40 GMT -5 by Deerfield
She started dancin' real slow, like she was puttin' on a show.
Wet sweat was pourin' off her skin, her body made me wanna sin.
Right then my buzz was kickin' in, she had a devil's grin.
She looked me in the eye and said: You give me the urge!
To do a little day drinkin'
A little bit of love makin'
A whole lot of world shakin'
'Cause it's never too late to get low down dirty!
Lynyrd Skynyrd - Low Down Dirty
Mutt glared at Alxander as he used some sort of magic to force the arrows off his body. He was running out of energy, feeling drained after the affects of the toxin. He plopped to the ground, watching as the grass grew quickly where the toxin spilled out. 'Its so volatile to me, but these plants what makes them different to me?' He thought to himself. He sighed, knowing the judgmental Alxander wasn't going to sway from his opinion. Taking a moment to collect himself he thought about the others and nodded. "Lets just get out of here, I don't plan on bleeding in this forest any more than I already have." He stated with a nod.