Beastland wanderings

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa inspects him, "I'm.. Still new to this, but how can I ensure that their spirit got to where it was supposed to be?"

Alyssa inspects the weapons with Detect Magic, doing what she can without moving them.

[Anastasia]

"Let me show you," Jessica steps aside, "Emily," she calls, "You'd do well to watch this as well."

Emily comes over as you check over the items, "Hold a moment on those," Jessica says, "Watch. It's a simple bit of magic, the ability to alter reality. You'll be able to do this yourselves one day."

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa watches intently, eager to learn anything related to magic and Divinity.

[Anastasia]

You can sense it now, a feeling of...something happens. Reality obeys will, rather than will obeys reality. A moment where the dead sing in obedience, where the gates of cause and effect part in favor of desire.

"He found his proper rest," Is Jessica's announcement. "Additionally, he cares nothing for the weapons he left behind, we are free to take them as long as we bury his body."

Jessica points at the earth nearby. It obeys, dirt moving aside, a grave dug in a moment. The skeleton floats into the grave and down, put down gently. A coffin of wood surrounds and encases the bones, then the dirt returns to whence it came. A grave marker rises, a plain bit of field stone cleansed smooth as it rises. On it the following inscription is written:

Magusson Ordfin, Hunter. His soul rests in the name of the Shadow of Shar's Bane.

She used alter reality for a variant of speak with dead, something akin to move earth to dig the grave, a bit of basic telekinesis for the bones and then magic to dredge the stone up and polish it, then engrave it.

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa nods, "That was... excellent to see. Thank you, Jessica. Thank you, Magusson Ordfin, for your sacrifice and weapons."

Alyssa bows to the grave and picks up the weapons and inspects them.

[Anastasia]

Loot.

You can tell the faint remnants of a curse linger, but the curses have been put to rest.

Quieter, Jarem stands next to Jessica. "That's your title?" he murmurs, eyes on the grave marker.

"It will be one of them. The Shadow of Shar's Bane." Jessica agrees. "That says everything I want to say with my divinity. One day, night and shadow will be safe again. One day the nights will be filled with goodly hunters that will protect others, not prey on them."

[Iron Dragoon]

"A good goal and title. Every step gets us closer. Let's keep moving."

Alyssa offers the weapons to the others as she goes.

[Anastasia]

Headshakes. "We're fine for now, keep them. Jessica," Emily asks, "Will you want a share of this treasure?"

"I may if something catches my eye," Jessica says, "But no. Yours need them more than mine does." She has a ghost of a smile dance across her lips, "Besides, we just claimed a great bounty as a gift. Jarem's new shield came from that."

"A fine shield it is," Jarem agrees as you begin to go. "My thanks again."

Jessica nods and slips into the shadows, gone once more, as your guide Night Lord leads you along.

d100.

[Iron Dragoon]

[blockquote]Rolled 1d100 : 27, total 27[/blockquote]

[Anastasia]

It's not hard to notice - you can hear loud yelling from some ways away. It's not been long, but you can hear the noise of raised voices.

"...bloody pudding." One says, masculine, rough.

"Nonsense," The second growls, softer but better projected. "There's more to the taste of this than that."

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa glances at the others with a raised eyebrow, "Jessica, Bastian, scout? Or just walk up on our intrepid hunters? Or poachers, as it might be."

[Anastasia]

Jessica steps into view a moment later. In near silence she whispers, "Slaad." she says, a single word saying it all.

Jarem grimaces, unsheathing his blade as silently as he can.

Bastian nods slightly, "Be ready," he whispers back.

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa grunts.

"How about we just bypass them?"

[Anastasia]

> roll 1d100
<Penuche2> Kotono invokes Penuche's magic: < 80 > [d100=80]

Meanwhile...

"Bad taste," The first voice shouts. "BAD!"

"This is the taste of blood and life!" The second counters, "Taste the guts of the stag!"

"No," It's Emily, rather quiet. "I'd like to investigate this."

[Iron Dragoon]

"Well... Let's get it done, then. How do you want to do this?"