"It's far too cold to venture out yet again and so soon," she shivers, knocking some the snow and ice from her bearskin. " I will read my leaves here by the warmth of your firewood....daylight remains far off."

fireinthedust wrote:

Kondor shows the map. “I know not of his order, but he mentioned the name Ur-Varlock and wore the tattoo sigils you can see upon his skin. Sol and I arrived too late to help him, and he was dead. I wonder if the dead traveler you found was another adventurer we heard had come here, a brigand named Malak? He would have been there when Emral died of, I believe, poison. Emral was tied with his own whip after death, when we arrived. His corpse reanimated and nearly killed us, before the two of us took it down.

"There is wisdom in waiting for another dawn, pale and sickly as it might be.", the albino offers absently to Gundrabu, his eyes already on Emral's corpse and the sigils branded on it. "Ur-Varlock"... , the sorcerer keeps musing and peers at the map upon length. "The dead traveller outside could well have been Malak; after all the dagger gifted to the Kraken's own was envenomed and nearly undid me. His purpose here would have been sinister, no doubt and Emral was unlucky to have found out first-hand.", he nods firmly at Kondor.

A mere nod of sympathy is offered to Sol, the archer. "A besieged mind is one that cannot afford to deal with the realities of speech and conversation alike. Let him be, in time he might be pulled away from his own struggles.".

Igrest would also gather the books strewn on the floor, arrays them neatly around a small spot by the fire, much like a scholar would and checks the upturned flagstones with the three openings.

"I will take last watch...", he mutters, letting himself be warmed by the fire and spending a good amount of time poring over book and map alike. A fair amount of time is also spent on the Manual for Quickness. The albino mouths word after word silently, utterly focused on his research.

[OOC: Main focus of his research would be Emral's map, the Manual for Quickness, the sigils on Emral and the name "Ur-Varlock", and finally the books found in this chamber.]

Kondor watches them, especially those near Emral's body.  "I'll need to move him respectfully. I'll not have dogs eating him, or wolves. We've been busy, but now that you're here..."

He moves Emral's body back to the broken bed, putting the mattress back down first. He covers it as well as he can with Emral's cloak, then stands watch over it so the dogs keep back.  After some hours he wakes The cleric, and does his best to settle down and rest. That is, if sleep will come to him.

Iron Ranger wrote:

Kondor watches as  one by one the dogs, then the weary travelers fall into deep slumber. Eventually, Tetranna pushes her crushed leaves away in disgust and lays herself down too. But the Barbarian having recently slept, and distrustful of the stranger sorcerer never allows his mind to rest. 

The hanging men sway on their rope, the soft creaking falling into rhythm with snoring of the Ixian. He listens carefully for the cry of wolf, and keeps a fitful eye on the door to the unknown but omened depths below...

The long darkness continues and sick Helios never rises before the Gundrabu wakes, asking for his watch. Sense of time has gotten away from all.

Kondor nods, then pulls his hood up and curls up on his pack, back against the wall across from the covered outside door, at the feet of the mattress where Emral had been laid. His sword is on his lap, and the thought of beheading the pict corpses when the others wake comes to him - best to ensure their continued inanimation, than risk leaving them at their backs if the group are weakened by battle. The barbarian will wait until the others rise, to not waste their sleep. But then....*

Ooc: Does Gundbrau look like your profile pic?

"Φωτιά, λάβα, μάγμα, καπνός... πυρ και όλεθρος."... the sorcerer mutters for hours in an incomprehensible, yet slightly melodious language, poring over his spellbook as well as the various tomes & map gathered over the evening. The soft crackling of the stoked fire, the rythmical creaking of wood and rope alike from which the corpses dangle, the howling gale biting deep in the Shankhills, the angry murmurs of Tetranna and the bass, yet low-kept prayers of the Clutcher's adept register in his senses, but his focus is utter.

After a few hours of research, the young man falls asleep, only to wake up after Gundrabu's watch, just in time to watch a sickly, hateful Helios break dawn and bask the Sanctuary in a hellish, pale red glow.

[OOC: the language is Hellenic (Atlantean dialect) ]

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[So do we all wake up, in the dark, hours before the three-hour daylight? If so, I memorize Cure Lt Wds and Bless Water. I ask the group to join me in the sanctuary for an attempt at making holy water. My dogs I will order to remain in the room, with the freedom to attack anyone, not us, who enters in our absence.]

fireinthedust wrote:

Leave the dogs and expect them to die before you return.

[Ha ha ha! Oh, believe me, I’ve already expected it! I’ve read enough of this game to expect it! 😂]

Iron Ranger wrote:

The mutterings of Gundrabu’s prayers and  Igrest ‘s Atlantean magical madness stir Tetranna. The plan falls sour on her, “Risk life and limb for a few drops of water of the sea? I care not. You protect them barbarian. I’ll stay by the fire with these mangy mutts and your hanging cadavers here in safety, and should Sol return from wherever he’s skipped away to, I’ll mention where he can find you. “

Gundrabu nods to the shaman. “I thank you, Tetranna, but I believe you are mistaken in devaluing my purpose. You shall soon see the benefit that comes from the Dark Depths of Kraken’s Super-dimensional Sea.”

Then, if Igrest and Kondor are agreeable to the task, we three make our way out of doors, north through the gates of the graveyard, east to the northeast corner of the sanctuary, then south along the wall to gain the entryway in the south face.

It should be a quick errand with no hitches! 😁

Eirvit wrote:

Iron Ranger wrote:

The mutterings of Gundrabu’s prayers and Igrest ‘s Atlantean magical madness stir Tetranna. The plan falls sour on her, “Risk life and limb for a few drops of water of the sea? I care not. You protect them barbarian. I’ll stay by the fire with these mangy mutts and your hanging cadavers here in safety, and should Sol return from wherever he’s skipped away to, I’ll mention where he can find you. “

Gundrabu nods to the shaman. “I thank you, Tetranna, but I believe you are mistaken in devaluing my purpose. You shall soon see the benefit that comes from the Dark Depths of Kraken’s Super-dimensional Sea.”

Then, if Igrest and Kondor are agreeable to the task, we three make our way out of doors, north through the gates of the graveyard, east to the northeast corner of the sanctuary, then south along the wall to gain the entryway in the south face.

It should be a quick errand with no hitches! 😁

Kondor frowns at Tetranna.  "Come with us. We should stay together. All of us, and the dogs. Alone we are vulnerable. If the Esquimaux can do something to strangthen himself or weaken our foes, it is a worthy delay. Come with us."

ooc: Unless the GM wants to stop bothering with the NPC, just saying.