GWG and BFEL both cast magic! Neither of them blow their limbs off!
Astounding.
- Turn 13: It’s Quiet. Too Quiet -
You’ve tried to search the body and come up snake-eyes. Time to get a closer look…"I sense something disturbing about the body. Something unquantifiable, at the edge of perception."
Identify what the source of this wrongness may be.
"I sense something disturbing about the body. Something unquantifiable, at the edge of perception," you mutter. The others take a step back as you kneel next to the body once more, this time to take a proper look at the body itself instead of its worth.
(3+1)”DEMONS!” You yell and tumble backwards. The aura around those wounds is unmistakeably demonic, but… tempered with something. There’s certainly more to this than just demons eating people, but you’re far too shaken to work out what.
Demons, this far south? Oh dear.
Double-check the body's wounds. Pay attention to any wounds that look like they could be inflicted by claws or teeth.
Lyu stumbles back from the body and shouts about demons. That worries you a tad. You’ve never seen anything shake the forever-smiling priest. Shrugging, you crouch down to get a more temporal examination.
(2) The body definitely has no bite marks, but the wounds look absolutely nothing like any animal you’ve ever seen before. They look… “Human?” You mutter.
Lyu Brak shakes his head emphatically. “Demon. Can’t be human.”
Cyrus, silent until now, steps forward. “I’ve heard… tales… of demons taking over human bodies. What about that?”
The Yagalian priest shakes his head again. “Demons are… animals. From a different plane of existence. They’re not intelligent. And I’ve never heard of a demon capable of… taking over. Not in a dozen years of being a priest in Yagal.”
You shrug. Guess your wound-identification skills are better suited to weapons than animal attacks.
Ekoka swears in the Southern tongue. (Well, one of them, but they all sound the same to northerners.)
Attempt to use Earth magic to turn the rocky things into a proper hand.
You swear, loudly. It translates roughly to “Son of a bitch!” Cyrus looks at you for a second before shrugging and turning back to the body.
You decide that a rocky hand is better than nothing. Focusing the peculiar, dusty orange-brown magic of the Earth into your hand, you bend down and press the stump against the ground.
(5) Petrichor hits your nose first. Wan orange light plays out along the ground and pebbles clatter towards you. They swiftly pile up around your stump. As you straighten, the pebbles cling to the stump as though magnetically bound together. They form the rough shape of a spindly hand.
You don’t have any movement or feeling in your hand, but you probably could… With your other hand, you shape the rocks into a rough fist. It stays. So you can’t control it, but you can get some use out of it.
Limb Gained: Lesser Rock Hand! It’s inanimate, but poseable. Like an action figure. Later, with better skill, you could probably remould it from a slightly more suitable material (You think wistfully of a hand crafted from copper) and even animate it! Enchant it, reshape it, who knows.
Perfect Earth Casting! +1 exp!(3) Your creative and exploratory magic takes a toll on your body. You feel your arms and legs cramp up painfully. Bit of stretching and you should be good, though."What in the bloody fuck is going on here...better get in the crow's ne-...oh...."
Get my bow ready, climb on top of the carriage and sweep my gaze in a 360° circle, looking very carefully for anything out of place
"What in the bloody fuck is going on here...better get in the crow's ne-...oh...." Not for the last time, you curse your captain for deciding to abandon ship and walk fifty miles inland to Shas Isa. Why the hell did you follow him? You’re probably nuts.
You take your shortbow out of the carriage and rub the stave between your hands before bending and stringing it in a practiced motion. The glue seems to be holding nicely! Awesome. You climb onto the carriage roof and crouch low, one arrow nocked and ready.
"Well this is...not great. Hey Cyrus, anything on your end?"
Still avoid Ekoka. Also avoid the body. Hang around Cyrus. Try to be better at the detection magic.
"Well this is...not great. Hey Cyrus, anything on your end?" You edge away from the experimenting mage and towards Cyrus, but he seems to be coming up with nothing. They seem to have the dead body in hand, so you turn back to your magic.
(4) A wave of green light pulses from your outstretched hand, reverberating through the forest for a quarter of a mile in every direction. There’s life everywhere. Birds, foxes, deer, bugs, even a few rabbits. Your companions burn brightly in your mind’s eye. And just on the edge of your perception in what must be the village, a dwindling flame.
Huh.
Lyu Brak (Harry Baldman)Profession: Priest
Status: DEMONS!
Inventory:Staff (Bronze-Capped)
Religious Necklace
Warm Priestly Robes and Pants
Warm Priestly Shoes
180 gold
Wounds/Status: You're perfectly healthy!
Abilities: [Boundlessly Cheerful] [The Good Priest] [Not that faithful] [Righteous Litany]Baldur Bergfalk (USEC_OFFICER)Profession: Mercenary
Status: Being a less successful tracker
Inventory:Broken greatsword
Worn leather jerkin (and normal clothes)
Worn leather boots
Bear fur cloak300 gold
Wounds/Status: You're perfectly healthy!
Abilities: [Skilled Bargainer] [Guileless] [I'm Not Right Handed]Lao Thuun (BFEL)Profession: Warrior Mage
Status: Finding stuff!
Inventory: Blunted bronze sword
Leather armour and boots
Acolyte's Suncloak210 gold
Wounds/Status: You're perfectly healthy!
Abilities:[Enduring] [Atoner] [Spellsword]Spells:[Life Spell: Wisp]Magical Experience:[Ea: 0] [Wi: 0] [Fi: 0] [Wa: 0] [Li: 2] [Fo: -1] [Lt: 0] [Sh: 0]Felice Nasib (Pancaek)Profession: Seaman
Status: Making like a seacat
Inventory: Repaired Shortbow
Eighteen Arrows
Razor-sharp DirkNautical Longcoat and Boots
313 gold
Wounds/Status: You're perfectly healthy!
Abilities: [Fearless] [Not a Landlubber] [Trick Shot]Ekoka (GreatWyrmGold)Profession: Wanderer
Status: Rocking out
Inventory: Cracked shillelagh
Wanderer's Cloak
Sturdy Clothes and Boots
Length of Rope
Flint and Tinder
380 gold
Wounds/Status: No open wounds!
Abilities: [Survivalist] [Dual Focus] [Maladjusted to heat] [Guiding Spirit]Spells:
[Wind Spell: Alacrity]Magical Experience:[Ea: 0] [Wi: 1] [Fi: 0] [Wa: 0] [Li: 0] [Fo: 0] [Lt: 0] [Sh: 0]