SullyB74 wrote:

[You say that there is something covering his hands? Tillk, doing his best to not TOUCH the fucking purple s***, tries to scrape it off with his dagger, not injuring Narrhil in the process.]

[Think a violet colored stain.]
[Tillak doesnt get anywhere with this scraping, same as Narrhil.]

Last edited by Iron Ranger (6/07/2024 7:57 am)

SullyB74 wrote:

Tillak calls to Keet, "Brother Keet, help me scrape this infernal purple ichor off of Brother Narrhil's hands!"

In the firelight of the burning books, the glowing hands of Narrhil are clearly marked by the substance (as a stain or tattoo) and the scraping only chafes the skin, removing nothing.

The warmth of the books feels nice,  the returned robes will feel nicer yet.But without them Narrhil will need to sleep very close to the now dwindling book fire.

 [ Your hands looked as glowing gauntlets in the dark, but now in the light of the fire, you see that it is actually a glowing stain on(within?) the skin (and ring).  ]   

Last edited by Iron Ranger (6/07/2024 10:12 am)

Caveman wrote:

The cryomancer ponder how much of a glow his hands give in the dark. Narrhil rises, he does not seem to feel any pain and takes his robes from Kéet and places them around him.

Then returns to the dwindling fire. Then with his winter blanket starts to settle. He considers the mattress, examining it for any dangers, dragging it close to the fire if it looks safe.

Narrhil knows something strange is with the ice blades violet stain. The warming ring now broken. His furs give immediate warmth. 

The mattress is old and lumpy but easy to drag a few feet closer to the small flames. Moving it reveals a small spoon carved of bone on the stone floor.

Narrhil squats beside the bone spoon and looks at it. Taking his dagger he flicks the spoon over to see the other side. He was not in a rush to start touching things, ever again. 

He had lost both the wand, that had cease to function when needed, and now the ring in so few hours. The Great Yikkorth had his reasons and he was not there to question them.

"Gods of cold and blizzards, protect me and guide me!" He pick up the spoon and starts tapping the ground with his pick handle, around area where the mattress was..., looking for any hollow, secret place.

Narrhil focuses on sleep and uses the mattress.

 

Everyone is awake. 
There has only been 1 watch - Narrhil's.
Narrhill has pulled the mattress over nearer the fire. He is on it.
The door is open.
The rope and axe have been pulled back.
The first books fire is almost out.
There are four unused torches.
There are more burned books in piles around the walls where people slept.
There is an overturned bowl near the moved mattress.
Who has 2nd watch?
What are others doing now awake?
 

Narrhil collects the bowl and puts both the spoon and bowl in his backpack for later examination. He also collects his rope and axe and places them near were he sleeps.

Where the lump is in the mattress, he gets his dagger and cuts a small hole, and reaches in... to scoop whatever it is out, and see what it is...

Narrhil pulls out the bag, curious at what might be inside...