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The short ride proved to be nerve-wracking, of course, he'd never admit it to Sherrock or the others, but the strong confident gait of Timber was reassuring. Timber was fearless and wanted to rush in and trample the ghouls, he would've done just that if Owain hadn't quickly redirected him. This horse was born and bred for battle That's why we're fast friends.

They arrived at their destination and found two men waiting, the broad one greeted them so Owain smiled and nodded down at him "Good eveningNoswaith dda." The barbarian dismounted and rubbed Timber's muzzle "Good boy, proud warrior." he whispered. To the other men he said "We should probably do introductions inside, wicked creatures are about tonight." Owain followed Tambovsky to the stables to see to the horses as well. Once they were safely stabled and calm he would very much like to go inside and sit near a fire.
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Saya crouched down by Soskia and Brother Doran. It only took her a moment to realize that something was wrong. How did Soskia miss the tinge of black on his lips? She swore. "I need you to do me a favor. Get every apple, every bit of pastry that even might contain apple, and burn it. These priests are actually too stupid to live and we need to make sure no other moron eats some of that pie." Saya took the papers she had found out of her bag that detailed it all and handed it to Soskia.

Saya took a dagger out of her bag. She wasn't sure if this would stop the poison from turning the idiot priest, but it couldn't hurt to try. If it did, at least he'd die human. But before she could drive the blade home, Tambovsky's voice reached her ears. The Warlock rolled her eyes. Couldn't they have waited just a few more minutes? Now they were going to try and stop her because whatever she was doing was automatically wrong in their eyes. "Stay back!" She shouted. She had to do this now, before anybody tried to stop her. Without even a hint of hesitation, Saya drove the blade forward, attempting to end Brother Doran before the poison turned him.
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OOC-In Reluctant Heroes, the normans never conquered Wales or Western Ireland. Pottage is a type of stew or soup made up of cabbage, onion, turnips, oats, eggs, basically whatever they could find and boiled.

Owain and TambovskySelmo gives Tambovsky a hug, the young priest is clearly relieved they have all returned. When he sees Sylana, Selmo immediately cradles her in his arms and rushes into the Chancellery. Mattias blesses all of them and while Owain, Sherrock and Tambovsky stable the horses, Mattias pours salt along the barn entrance and blesses that as well. Owain smells the change. The stable no longer smells damp and musty or feels as cold. Sherrock says to him, I believe that is brother Mattias. He fought in the Marne with Kree and Lord Alexandre Godarte. We have definitely found ourselves some interesting company. Between Mattias and Pat, we may not sleep until Solstice. Owain has heard of the Knight, Sir Alexandre Godarte, who is often called the "Elf Spear." He has also heard of Kree Quickshadow and his High Vale Raiders, who fought a Forest War against oppressive nobles and humanoids. Kree used tactics very much like his own people used to fend off the Normans.

They settle the horses and move into the back of the Chancellory, which is now warm and dry feeling and no longer has a musty smell. This room is a mix of warehouse and office, with desks on one side and all manner of supplies and stuff on the other. Owain doesn't see a fire, but he does see a pot bellied stove burning with coal. On the stove, there is a pot of tea and a kettle of pottage, slowly simmering. Owain follows the others, Tambovsky and brother Selmo, into a...Gaol...that has been turned into an infirmary. They lay the halfling down and start washing her and searching for wounds. Sylana breathes easily and regularly but doesn't stir. It is like she is in a deep sleep. Seeing the priests had things in hand, Tambovsky goes searching for Saya.
The priest Mattias, turns to Owain, Were you struck or injured? If so, we will need to clean your wound. Sylana has been infected with ghouls' venom. I want to make sure the same has happened to you.


SayaSoskia listens to Saya, biting her lip so as not to retort to Saya's criticisms and just add to the troubles. As she stands up to start gathering apples and pie, Soskia says,How do you know? What told you what is wrong with the priest? Soskia is doing what Saya asks, but clearly watching Saya, intending to learn something. Soskia didn't ask the question idly, she truly wanted to know. Saya could also tell, Soskia wasn't afraid of her, wary perhaps, but not afraid. Saya pulls her dagger and prepares to stab the young friar when Tambovsky's voice sounds out, followed by Pat shouting, Saya I am here and well, and you? Saya can see Soskia breathe a sigh of relief at hearing Tambovsky. She turns to Saya and pulls a kerchief from her pocket, Are you going to cut a drain, like with a snakebite? Saya hears Soskia just as she drove the blade deep into Brother Doran's heart. The blade went in soft, like Saya was cutting into a pear, not good, not good at all. There was also no blood....


LyreiDanse is standing next to the broken wheel, his hands on his hips when Lyrie agrees with him. As she retrieves her things, she can hear Danse giving orders to the others to lighten the load and leverage the carriage up enough to take the broken wheel with them. He also directs Eppie to help Ense and Moul to carry the more valuable items with them to the Inn.
Lyrei gathers her things and steps out, chiding Danse and the others. She sees Bossard grin, heft his pack onto his shoulders and start walking up the road. Bossard doesn't offer to help carry anything and Danse doesn't give him any orders. Like a shadow, Jeen stands behind her, ready and watching. Jeen has her crossbow out, cocked and loaded, We should take care M'Lady, we are not in Liege anymore. This country...is not safe. Jeen doesn't say any more, just follows Lyrei, walking a few feet behind and to Lyrei's left.
Bossard slows, allowing Lyrei to catch up with him and then matches her stride, walking on her right side. Danse and the others are behind them, carrying their cases and other supplies too valuable to leave on the road. Eppie is rolling the broken wheel, cleverly using a stick to keep it moving. Behind her, Lyrei can hear Ense and Moul talking about her in a rather innocent, yet indecent and boyish manner. She doubts either of them are even yet sixteen, but with humans, it was hard to tell.
The group makes their way up the road and by the time they crest the hill and see the Inn, Lyrei, Bossard, and Jeen are sixty to seventy yards ahead of Danse and the others. The Inn is not large. It is two stories and built of stone with a slate roof. The walls and shutters look worn and untended as does the side garden and barn and stables off to the left. Just outside the front doors, is a well without a bucket. Lyrei can see the frayed end of the rope that once held the bucket, swaying in the slow breeze. At the base of the well is a broken spear shaft and two arrows. She can hear someone or something digging in the yard behind the Inn.


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"Lady Saya?" Tambovsky repeats as he walks through the chancellory, following feint sounds and opening a door that seemed to be concealing them. "Oh, Soskia! "Tambovsky says, surprising himself even by the genuine delight he took in seeing her. "And Saya, so ..."

And then Tambovsky didn't know what to say. It felt like he was frozen for hours, though it surely could only have been a few seconds as he assessed what was before him. There was Saya with a dagger. There was a priest, dead but with no blood wound. There was Soskia, alarmed but not in fighting mode ... a stance he knew her quick to adopt.

Tambovsky Spot/Listen or Perception = 5could make no sense of what was happening. Murder? Defense against another priest's unpriestly gropes? He simply had too little information to act, and he (and perhaps Soskia) were too close to Saya's unknown powers not to act.

So Tambovsky called on the only sensible, and most powerful force he could.

"Pat!" he bellowed, trying to make his voice sound more like a command than a cry of tired desperation. "Come quickly."



 

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Jol's rest is abruptly ended by all the noise. First the sound of people below disturbs his sleep, and then he is brought fully alert by Saya's shout. He is already up, feeling worse than he did when he went to sleep - how long did I sleep, it feels like no time at all - and he is stumbling over to the stairs when he hears Tambovsky call out for Pat. The soldiers from the inn must have discovered them, he realises with dismay, as he grabs his staff, mostly to steady himself. He will use it in the fight to come, but he is no warrior - and his oath not to kill is sacrosanct. But he will assist however he can, he resolves, although as he is still too tired to call upon Orion's blessings to aid his companions, he fears his help will at best only delay the inevitable.

Jol's fingers almost involuntarily grasp for the gavel of St Cuthbert that he found in the chancellery earlier. He feels its holy power course through him and it brings him reassurance to know that Orion's power is near, even if he cannot call upon it presently. He grips it tightly for comfort as he descends the stairs, blinking rapidly to clear the fog of sleep. If the soldiers are here, then Jol will need all his wits about him.

But as he arrives in the room below, it is not soldiers he sees. Pat has returned, as has Tambovsky, and both of them are looking at Saya, who has just...

No....what has she done? His eyes widen in shock as he sees Doran slumped lifeless against the warlock, her knife buried deep within his chest. Young Doran, stabbed through the heart. Saya's hand still closed over the hilt. All these things Jol takes in, as he tries to process what he is seeing.

Doran, who had just started on Orion's path. He was kind, and polite. Jol was teaching him the scriptures, and of healing, and of beekeeping. It was hard for Doran - learning these things did not come easily to him, especially the healing. But he persevered, and he studied as best he could, and he was going to be a Grey Friar worthy of the Order, Jol knew it. And now, just like that, he is gone. Jol was supposed to be mentoring him, educating him. Protecting him. And she killed him.

The old darkness stirs deep within Jol, the spark of evil that he desperately hoped had been conquered. The rage, suddenly burning him inside, urging him to do what needs to be done. Commanding him to make her pay. Call on His wrath, it urges him. Wield it. Use it. A filthy elf, who murdered a child of Orion. End her. You know how. Do it. Do it now...

Jol closes his eyes and grips the gavel, his knuckles whitening as he squeezes it tightly, focusing on its power, its holy aura. It helps him to push down the darkness, force it away, to calm his mind. And it helps him to see. The Creator guides him through his moment of weakness, and shows him something. Something to cling to, in his anguish. There is something awry here, something he cannot yet see clearly, but something. And when Jol speaks, his voice is calm. Far more calm than he really feels, but Orion is with him and the brief moment when he almost lost control is gone.

"Saya" he says quietly, his voice soft, non-threatening. "Please. What has happened here?"

Even as he says the words, he realises what is amiss. Where is the blood? Saya's blade is buried deep within Doran's chest, yet there is no wound. And the young friar's lips are darkened, blackened in a way that no knife wound would cause so quickly. Was Doran already dead? Was Saya trying to, perhaps, help him in some way? Jol grasps on to this sliver of hope as he stares at her.

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Owain was glad they met up with this group, not only because they were now out of the cold and damp night air. Not just because of what was lurking outside either. Those were factors, but the best part was finding out Sherrock knew Pat. Maybe he'd get the chance to learn a little more about his enigmatic elf friend. Oh and the fact they would be sharing the roof with a living legend. Owain was very intrigued to hear that Brother Mattias once fought alongside Kree and the Elfspear, he was hoping to share some battle stories.

Mattias and the other priest went to work straight away on the injured halfling. When the large man asked if Owain was wounded the barbarian smiled and replied "Oh, this blood isn't mine. It used to be in an orc out in the alley behind the inn. I don't know if it came out of the top or bottom half but either way, I wasn't hit." He had forgotten about the blood, now drying, all over his chest and arms. He excused himself to look for a rag to clean his leathers with when he heard the shout for Pat. Thinking maybe something got past the priests' defenses he went to help.

Owain got to the scene just after the priest with the red scarf came down the stairs. Everyone looked shocked, even the girl with pointed ears and a dagger buried in a priest's chest. He knew that priests were men and some men were capable of terrible things. Especially when it came to small and pretty women. Maybe she was defending herself, in which case she deserved some beercwrw and he deserved what he got. The priest on the stairs asked the question that was likely on everybody's mind so, for now, Owain simply stood waiting and watching from the door.
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Apparently Soskia was going to ignore the papers she had just been handed, the ones that explained everything. She ignored the woman as set about her task in killing a priest before he turned into something unholy. Her skin started to crawl as she found herself surrounded by a bunch of morons who thought the worst of her. Of course they did, because why wouldn't they ask questions before deciding she was awful. They seemed intent on questioning absolutely everything else she did up until now. She completely ignored them as she drove the blade into Doran's heart. She grimaced at the feeling of the blade going into him. That wasn't normal, she had stabbed people before and there was usually far more resistance and blood. Well, and screaming but that was because they were usually conscious and didn't appreciate the areas she decided to stab. "Too late. He's already turning." She said loudly.

Grabbing the papers back from Soskia, who didn't seem intent on reading them, or even getting rid of everything that could even remotely have apple in it. She put the papers on the zombie priest's head. "You idiots can deal with your stupid zombie friend now." She said flatly. "I highly suggest nobody be as stupid as him and decide it's a good idea to eat food that's been left in an abandon plague town." Saya stood from her crouched position, not bothering to explain what had happened. They didn't want to listen to her before, so why would this change anything? All they wanted was for her to automatically trust everything and everyone. That was how people died.

"Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go play with the only intelligent and understanding thing that seemed to exist in this place." She says. Saya starts walking back to the room she had been in before. If she stayed, surrounded by this many people who she clearly couldn't trust, she was going to start throwing spells at them. The last of her nerves were beyond frayed at this point.
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Not hearing Pat arrive behind him, Tambovsky decides to act despite the exhaustion in his mind and body.

He does not approach Saya, but neither does he move from the door to allow her departure.

"Wind-whirler," he says, willing himself to calm. "You are angry that we do not immediately trust you, your knife and your hurried execution of someone regarded as a noble soul? Maybe we should trust, maybe you have your reasons. But in asking us to trust you, you extend no portion of that courtesy to us," he says, allowing Saya room for departure by stepping away from the door and toward her victim. He then takes the papers and begins to read them. Without looking up from the writings, he continues speaking to Saya, wherever she might be at that moment. "You are so consumed by mistrust, for whatever reason, that you swagger with a self-absorbed sanctimony about it. You are so ready to attack us for requesting that our trust be bolstered by an explanation—not about a trifle, but about taking the life of a holy servant—that you don't consider how the most cursory justification might save even the few things you hold dear. For example, a halfing, a friend not only to you, who is in the other room, exhausted from battle and preparing to rest with a drink and ..." here, Tambovsky pauses and holds up the paper to Saya, " a few slices of apple." He stares with hostility or calls out to a departing Saya if she has chosen to leave by this pointat Saya before adding, "Go then, maybe you can save his life; maybe he will listen and trust you, though only the saints know what you have done to deserve that."




 

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Jol says nothing as Saya says her piece and Tambovsky responds to her from the doorway. He is grateful to the warrior; Tambovsky's words express Jol's feelings far more articulately that the stricken Grey Friar could do. He just gives Tambovsky a brief nod and then moves silently across the room to the corpse of Brother Doran, passing Saya as she heads in the other direction. He does not look at her, focusing as he is on trying to steel himself against the task ahead. There is work that must be done. He will process the death of his friend later, when there is time. A proper burial will also come later, but Saya's words have struck a further chill into his heart. Jol has already learned of the desecration of the town's graveyard, and knows what this might mean for Doran. He kneels down by the corpse, murmuring prayers to Orion to aid the safe passage of Doran's soul to the Creator's side. This done, he examines Doran's corpse closely, muttering another prayer as he does so.

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Jol casts Detect Poison and examines the corpse to see if he can discern whether Saya's claim that Doran is/was/will be undead are true (he presumably already knows that Saya believes this to be true, because he's holding the gavel of St Cuthbert). Jol does not have enough divine juice left today to cast any more 1st level spells, so no Detect Undead, but here's some rolls that may also be of relevance for his investigation:
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Owain had just found a towel and a basin of cool, clean water when he heard Tambovsky shout for Pat. Owain moves towards the hall and sees Pat, standing right behind Tambovsky, calmly eating an apple and holding his dagger in a ready position to stab Tambovsky through the knee and up into the thigh. Owain has no doubt the halfling would do just that. He had seen the halfling's deadly skill in the alley and, knowing Sherrock would do the same for Owain..Owain hurries to arrive just as the red scarfed priest comes down the stairs. The priest is carrying a gavel, clenching it so tightly his knuckles have turned white, but when he speaks, he is calm, his voice measured and reasonable.
Pat looks at Owain and deftly slides the dagger up his sleeve, and still looking at Owain, measuring him, he starts to say something when the waif speaks out harshly to them. He also doesn't miss that she said 'zombie.' Pat looks at the apple, sniffs it, and takes another bite. Then Tambovsky practically yells back, chastising her.
When Tambovsky steps aside from the door, Saya sees Pat standing behind him, quiet and deadly, and eating an apple! Pat moves to open the door Saya was headed towards and looks up at Tambovsky,I am here now, you can stop shouting.
Jol stares at Saya and Brother Doran, calming himself and focusing on the gavel. He feels the power in it moving through the room. When it comes to Saya, he feels a tremor of heat and then Brother Doran. The gavel tips slightly forward, Brother Doran is not dead. He is not living either. He is some kind of undead. He has somehow been turned and Saya, just ended or cut the string of the necromancy that he hosted. The gavel starts to vibrate, offering Jol protection as it detects an evil presence, a spirit that had just been inside Brother Doran.
Soskia steps behind Tambovsky and says to Saya, He is right you know. Tam has the right of it. We are not your enemies, but if you keep treating us so poorly we may become so. We don't seek to harm you Saya, we would like a chance to help, but that is hard when you keep calling us fools and such. Slow down a bit please, take a breath.

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Jol examines brother Doran quickly, ever mindful of the evil spirit floating just over his head. Brother Doran was definitely poisoned and definitely was dead some time before Saya stabbed him. Jol sees no blood around the wound. He doesn't see any blood at all, not even in the wound and Brother Doran's lips are black, like charred or burnt, yet radite no heat. Some kind of necromancy was used, of that Jol is certain. He is just no able to discern what kind.
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Lyrei nods at Jeen’s words. As the group forms some kind of marching order, Lyrei is impressed by the speed that Danse had the group rank up and set out. Eppie’s use of the stick was ingenious. The lad showed more promise every day. She was intrigued to see the path life would take him and the decisions he would make. She had no doubt he could go far in life if he chose to. Unlike Ense and Moul. She hears the comments the brother’s make about her, but she ignores them. They were young and she knew they didn’t mean anything by it. There are many things about humans she doesn’t understand. It doesn’t stop her from lengthening her strides, however, to put some distance between them so as not to hear any more specifics.

Coming upon the inn, Lyrei takes in the scene before her. She stops and her eyes narrow. She is more concerned with the cut rope at the well then the broken shaft and arrows. People need water to survive.

“Be alert. Something’s not right. Bossard, go investigate that digging noise. Jeen, stay with me while we wait for the others.”

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Owain shrugs at Pat and exclaims "Cyfaill cywir mewn ing y'i gwelir. A friend is known in adversity, like gold is known in fire. Right now, we are all in the fire it would seem." He placed a hand on Tambovsky's shoulder "Everyone is tired. Perhaps some rest now, and maybe ale in the morning would work wonders for morale? If we're afraid the dead priest will rise up in the night, he could be bound or locked away in the gaol."

Owain knows he could use some rest, they rode hard this night and the adrenaline from the business outside was quickly fading. Sherrock never seemed to sleep but none of the elves he'd met really did either. Now that's a talent I need to learn. This place was dry, warm, and mostly safe it seemed a luxury compared to other places the barbarian had laid his head. Just, maybe he wouldn't eat anything yet.
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"He will not rise up in the night" Jol snaps at Owain, turning away from his examination of Brother Doran's corpse to glare at the newcomer. "Such a blasphemy will not taint his soul. I will not permit it! I will stay at his side all night, if I have to."

The gavel's power seems to increase as Jol's anger flares. It is protecting him, he suddenly realises. The evil spirit that took Doran is still right here, floating above the friar's body, fading, but not gone. This emotion is exactly what the spirit feeds on. All Jol is doing is nurturing it. And with that realisation his anger dissipates, to be replaced by a deep sorrow. It is himself he was angry with, not the newcomer. It was not the Welshman who failed Doran.

He turns back to Owain.

"I am sorry. I should not have...he was my friend. This was my fault. And you are right. We should move him somewhere...safe."

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Saya was furious. Not because they refused to trust her, but by the hypocrisy that they were spouting. She didn't expect them to trust her. But here they were trying to force her to trust them, shoving their ideals down her throat, expecting her to just go along like a good little girl. "He was dead no matter what anyone did. I thought it would be appreciated if he got to die as a human rather than an undead monster." She snapped.

She was already walking away when Tambovsky started spouting his nonsense. His last line made her stop dead in her tracks. "What makes him trust me? I f***ing earned it! Something you might want to try. Oh but thank you for proving your own hypocrisy. Pathetic." Pat had her back because they had kept each other alive for years. They had built up the sort of trust and bond that couldn't easily be broken. He had taken one look at her flaws and simply accepted all of her, and she had done the same to him.

All of the color drains from Saya's face when she sees Pat is eating an apple. Bolting towards her friend she shoved past Tambovsky, actually physically shoving him if she needs to. The Warlock yanks the apple out of her friend's hand and runs into the room she had locked herself in before. Crouching down in front of the cage she opened it and held the apple out to the little creatures inside. "Oh please no." She whispered to herself. But she didn't pray, there was no god that she could pray to, even if they did exist.
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