Brier
Brier remains in his state of unconsciousness, a schematic for a more durable Weave Cracker floating lucidly out of his unconscious mind's sight.
Veranus Tigerclaw
Coughing down her last ration, the elf thinks proudly to herself that she no longer has to suffer such a bizarre humiliation. Her days of hunting can be brought back at any point she feels necessary.
Veranus has a small, uneventful chat with the husky merchant, and goes off to gather loose stones to try and shape. It takes several minutes to gather six moderate sized stones, and her average strength makes the task all the more tiresome. She was a warrior of the forest, not a bodybuilder like the wolf fellow. These jobs aren't suited to her talents.
Brushing aside her frustration at receiving no aid in moving the stones, Veranus begins her shaping. Having virtually no experience in the field of crafts, it comes as no surprise to her that four of the stones are crushed from the mere touch of mana. The remaining two stones are made into what several of the more feminine Runners refer to as "cute accessories." Whatever that could mean. The only thing cute Veranus has seen in her life are the children of her village and some of the children of the Runners.
Having no further use of her crafts, she hands them to the merchant to evaluate.
Forrel de Yahmiz
Forrel tries to harass the merchants, but Ms. Tigerclaw already seems to already be occupying their time. How disappointing. He turn his attention, instead to the mercenaries. He asks about the outside world, and receives a stare that only the most confused of mercenary could hope to deliver. Tey tell him that operations outside the mana realm ended with their band years ago. Even the merchant cut off the physical realm from his route about a year ago, regardless of money it would cost him.
As the reptilian shaman's nosing around in their pasts escalated, a copy of a map of the continent everyone is currently on is handed, and the overexcited shaman is sent on his way without another word allowed. The rather hardcore leader chuckles at Forrel's plight, and says the mercenaries will be staying at the abandoned port town once the merchant leaves.
His curiosity dampened for now, Forrel wanders off to browse the wares of the merchants while they're busy with Ms. Tigerclaw.
Cicatrix Greywood Greenflower
Having no immediate use for the bones she was given, Cicatrix animates them as cryptic cleaning supplies and awaits the fulfillment of a promise for more modest clothing to be delivered. While she waits, Cicatrix sates her desire to improve her haphazard way of sight by attempting to read books through touch.
Her plan goes surprisingly well. Of the books lying around she had picked up, she managed to learn how to read simple three letter words. What joy of joys she is blessed with. Three letter words are ever so plentiful and full of knowledge.
Ba'gandi Kashi
Ba, keeping himself aware of the merc leader's movements, takes leave of the courtyard and begins a cautious stroll behind the floating 'hub' thing. A long trail leading into a rather large crater reveals a small shrine-like area in the center.
It is primarily wood, but surrounded by an elaborate stone court with a countless number of carvings of war, sacrifice, and a prevalent judge-like creature. It is found at the ends of the war carvings, and is the central motif of the sacrifice carvings. It is the only thing carved that has no key details. It's simply a hollowed out humanoid.
The shrine itself seems rundown and ready to collapse at any minute, but closer inspection reveals to Ba that the small "building" has no signs of collapsing at all. The featureless carving is featured on a stone inside the temple. The whole area begins to bother Ba, who leaves for the forest as requested by the necromancer.
It takes much longer to get back to the castle than it did to reach that shrine, and by the time the nervous wolfman reaches the complex again, any desire to gather wood is lost in favor of resting from that oddly horrifying experience.
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You got seven zeros Dwarmin. The only reason I didn't count those was because dying from gathering and shaping smallish stones seemed stupid to me. What is wrong with your luck today?
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Topic: Runners of Hyperion -- one spots open (Read 36129 times)