Drathe looks around the room empty of people. 'Hm they must have all gone with the prossession.' he speaks softly to himself. Rubbing the brow of his head he moves around the room. The candle flame, angry at the draghts the weilder is creating flickers and dips on the wick.
The carpenter searches the room. *search room*
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The Banobaladar household is located in a wooded area just south of the swamplands. As Gannon approaches, an owl hoots above him and flies off in the direction of the thatched-roofed home. A small field of golden grasses sways in the cool breeze of the early night.
The home is dark and quiet and it appears that no one is inside. The owl, now perched on the chimney hoots again and glides off, behind the house.
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As Cain quietly approaches, he sees a young, attractive elf, wearing a patched and shoddy dark leather cloak, skin-tight and ragged breeches, soft leather boots that reach just below her knees. Her hair is like liquid silver and braided with heavily-scented lily blossoms. Two long tendrils of pale pink bangs have fallen out of the plait and frame her face.
Just as you reach her, she spots you and takes off at a brisk pace away from the continuing funeral.
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Drathe searches the sitting room, looking inside drawers and knick knacks alike. He lets his hands skim over the rockwork of the chimney and finds one loose stone. Carefully sliding it out, Drathe finds a long forgotten, dusty tobacco box. The well-crafted wooden box is nearly airtight, and the bulbous green and red herbs within still smell of earthy goodness. Nothing else in the room is found.
The home is dark and quiet and it appears that no one is inside. The owl, now perched on the chimney hoots again and glides off, behind the house.
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As Cain quietly approaches, he sees a young, attractive elf, wearing a patched and shoddy dark leather cloak, skin-tight and ragged breeches, soft leather boots that reach just below her knees. Her hair is like liquid silver and braided with heavily-scented lily blossoms. Two long tendrils of pale pink bangs have fallen out of the plait and frame her face.
Just as you reach her, she spots you and takes off at a brisk pace away from the continuing funeral.
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Drathe searches the sitting room, looking inside drawers and knick knacks alike. He lets his hands skim over the rockwork of the chimney and finds one loose stone. Carefully sliding it out, Drathe finds a long forgotten, dusty tobacco box. The well-crafted wooden box is nearly airtight, and the bulbous green and red herbs within still smell of earthy goodness. Nothing else in the room is found.
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Again after searching the room Drathe turns up nothing of intrest. He chuckles to him self at the very thought. His chuckles turn into a soft laugh as the realisation of what he had been up to sinks in.
'Here you are in a strangers house,' he thinks to himself.
'A grief stricken stragers house,' buttes in the voice of consionse.
'Snooping about looking to find out of all things a clue. You stupid man, a clue for what? the murderer? What clue would there be, even if you did find one you wouldnt even know it. Time for you to leave before you are found out and branded a thief'
Shaking his head with a grin, he starts to walk back to the door rubbing his hand over the rockwork of the chimney, the carpenters fingers catching a loose stone. He looks at the rock. It fitted almost perfectly, tho there was no sand and lime mix to hold it in place like the rest of the stones. He pulled it out.
Raising the candle to the hole. There, now illuminated in the small hollow was a dusty tobacco box. Reaching in he pulled out the find add put it and the candle on a table before putting the stone back in its palce.
Drathe sits down in a chair and taking up the wooden box, brushed the dust off. Like the dinning table he had seen in the house earlyer, the box well-crafted.
He opend the tight fitting lid and looked inside. Herbs of some sort softly glowed green and red in the candle light. Taking a deep sniff, an earthy smell filled his lungs, reminding him instantly of the forest.
Picking up and breaking off a small piece of the green herb. Drathe looks at it closely. Then for a reason unknow to the woodworker, places it into his mouth. At first the taste was like the earthy smell, but as his saliva soffend the herb its taste grew bitter.
He chewed the herb as he puts the lid back onto the box and replaced it on the table next to the candle. Swallowing the pulp he leans back for a moment and enjoys the comfort of the chair.
'Here you are in a strangers house,' he thinks to himself.
'A grief stricken stragers house,' buttes in the voice of consionse.
'Snooping about looking to find out of all things a clue. You stupid man, a clue for what? the murderer? What clue would there be, even if you did find one you wouldnt even know it. Time for you to leave before you are found out and branded a thief'
Shaking his head with a grin, he starts to walk back to the door rubbing his hand over the rockwork of the chimney, the carpenters fingers catching a loose stone. He looks at the rock. It fitted almost perfectly, tho there was no sand and lime mix to hold it in place like the rest of the stones. He pulled it out.
Raising the candle to the hole. There, now illuminated in the small hollow was a dusty tobacco box. Reaching in he pulled out the find add put it and the candle on a table before putting the stone back in its palce.
Drathe sits down in a chair and taking up the wooden box, brushed the dust off. Like the dinning table he had seen in the house earlyer, the box well-crafted.
He opend the tight fitting lid and looked inside. Herbs of some sort softly glowed green and red in the candle light. Taking a deep sniff, an earthy smell filled his lungs, reminding him instantly of the forest.
Picking up and breaking off a small piece of the green herb. Drathe looks at it closely. Then for a reason unknow to the woodworker, places it into his mouth. At first the taste was like the earthy smell, but as his saliva soffend the herb its taste grew bitter.
He chewed the herb as he puts the lid back onto the box and replaced it on the table next to the candle. Swallowing the pulp he leans back for a moment and enjoys the comfort of the chair.
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As Drathe sinks into the chair, his blood boils through his veins, or so it feels. Suddenly the room is stiffling hot. Approaching voices are heard echoing from down the hall. As the noice grows, the woodworker isn't sure if it is actually as loud as it seems or only in his mind. As Drathe turns his head toward the door, orange and yellow trails reflect off furniture and knick knacks until his vision is blurred by them. His head, simutaneously swelling and shrinking, causes his stomache to turn.
He closes his eyes, hoping the moment will pass. Eventually, the nausea and other effects pass. Drathe opens his eyes to utter blackness. He is laying flat on his back. It only takes a moment of flailing within the enclosed place for him to determine he is inside a silky, padded coffin.
He closes his eyes, hoping the moment will pass. Eventually, the nausea and other effects pass. Drathe opens his eyes to utter blackness. He is laying flat on his back. It only takes a moment of flailing within the enclosed place for him to determine he is inside a silky, padded coffin.
As Boremier is about to leave the small home to look for Drathe a messenger arrives with a letter from Sevious Helios. The messenger tells Boremier how Sevious has already left to the east and that Moathia is leaving with Myers in a couple of days Boremier says goodbye to the family and thanks them for there hospitality and also apologizes for his abrupt leave.
((left for "to the east..." sorry everyone))
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"Wait! I would like to speak with you!" Cain shouts as he sees the elven lady take off running.
Thinking quickly, he takes off after the lady at a swift speed. Cain begins tracking the path the elven lady went in. *track - elven woman*
"Damn," Cain thinks. "I wonder why she ran off so quickly. She must know something..."
Thinking quickly, he takes off after the lady at a swift speed. Cain begins tracking the path the elven lady went in. *track - elven woman*
"Damn," Cain thinks. "I wonder why she ran off so quickly. She must know something..."
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The feeling of nauisa, altho the worst of which had passed. Still pressed like warm fingers under his chin and stomach. Grogily the carenter rememberd stupidly eating the herb then the extream feeling of heat and his racing heart, but that was where it stopped.
He sat there for a moment, eyes closed. The chair didnt feel like it did before, it was harder now and his legs felt like they were floating infront of him.
Drathe opend his eyes to total soul devouring darkness. His mind still grogy and disorientated, guessed the candle had gone out.
He sat up, only to have his head instantly hit something with a thunk, his natural reaction to flinch his head back caused him thunk it hard again.
'Irmorom balls,' he cursed aloud as his already aching head pulsed anew.
He reached out only to have his arm stopped in its path, again with a thunk. It only took the woodworker a few moments of flailing for him to determine he was inside a silky, padded coffin.
Pannic swpet through his body in a second, its icy chill starting from his heart and flowing with the speed if light to his fingers and toes. The air started to get hot and stuffy, his breathing more difficult.
'Be calm, be calm,' he spoke aloud to himself. Regulating his breathing to a calm and steady pace he let his mind clear.
After some time, tho not knowing for sure how long, the infinate workings of time lost without meaning or trace in the darkness of the coffin. Drathe, now calm, pressed his ear to the silk padded side and listend as best he could for noises outside the death box.
He sat there for a moment, eyes closed. The chair didnt feel like it did before, it was harder now and his legs felt like they were floating infront of him.
Drathe opend his eyes to total soul devouring darkness. His mind still grogy and disorientated, guessed the candle had gone out.
He sat up, only to have his head instantly hit something with a thunk, his natural reaction to flinch his head back caused him thunk it hard again.
'Irmorom balls,' he cursed aloud as his already aching head pulsed anew.
He reached out only to have his arm stopped in its path, again with a thunk. It only took the woodworker a few moments of flailing for him to determine he was inside a silky, padded coffin.
Pannic swpet through his body in a second, its icy chill starting from his heart and flowing with the speed if light to his fingers and toes. The air started to get hot and stuffy, his breathing more difficult.
'Be calm, be calm,' he spoke aloud to himself. Regulating his breathing to a calm and steady pace he let his mind clear.
After some time, tho not knowing for sure how long, the infinate workings of time lost without meaning or trace in the darkness of the coffin. Drathe, now calm, pressed his ear to the silk padded side and listend as best he could for noises outside the death box.
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Cain is able to track the elf without much trouble. She's young and you can tell she is afraid of being caught. With a few stealth moves, she thinks you are gone and stops to catch her breath. You are able to sneak up right behind her.
((All good rolls Cain.))
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As the panic begins to rise in Drathe, he gains a little composure and presses his ear to the side of the coffin. Noise or not, the coffin was so thickly padded, he could hear nothing.
As time passes, Cain begins to feel light-headed and realizes the air in the coffin is running out. He hears a buzzing sound, like thousands of bees in a wine barrel. Not from without, but from within. The buzzing intensifies until his head longs to split open to let it out. At a word, it is quietened.
"Feeling *pause* a bit trapped?" The voice has the same feeling as the buzzing, as if its source was within Drathe's mind. It was a woman's voice, smug and condescending.
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Just as Gannon was about to step into the house, someone from behind him spoke. "What do you think you're doing?"
((All good rolls Cain.))
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As the panic begins to rise in Drathe, he gains a little composure and presses his ear to the side of the coffin. Noise or not, the coffin was so thickly padded, he could hear nothing.
As time passes, Cain begins to feel light-headed and realizes the air in the coffin is running out. He hears a buzzing sound, like thousands of bees in a wine barrel. Not from without, but from within. The buzzing intensifies until his head longs to split open to let it out. At a word, it is quietened.
"Feeling *pause* a bit trapped?" The voice has the same feeling as the buzzing, as if its source was within Drathe's mind. It was a woman's voice, smug and condescending.
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Just as Gannon was about to step into the house, someone from behind him spoke. "What do you think you're doing?"
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The silence in the coffin would be deffening if it was not for the sound of his own breathing and beating heart keeping it a bay. He could hear nothing through the padded walls of the coffin.
Frustrated Drathe kicked, thumped and pushed at the confined space. The effort getting him no where. The coffin was getting hot and the carpenter found him self taking more shallow quicked breaths of the quickly staleing air. He started to feel light-headed.
A buzzing sound, like thousands of bees in a wine barrel, filled the cramped space of the coffin. The paralizing flush of horror surged through the woodworkers body turning his limbs to lead. To drown in a coffin full of insects was like something from out of a nightmare.
The buzzing intensified. Mustering all his will and strength Drathe raised his lead filled arms to his head and squeesed his ears with the flats of his hands as his teeth bit hard against one another.
Then, just as Drathe though he could take nore more, slience again. His ragged breathing altho a struggle to maintain, was the last thing on his beating mind.
"Feeling... a bit trapped?" Came a woman's voice, smug and condescending. It was as if its source was within Drathe's mind.
The carpenter let out a quiet cry of pain as his head, again, felt like it could take no more, his body soaked in sweat, his breathing ragged and shallow. He tryed to speak but could not. His mind ablur with hurt and asphixiation. Again he tryed, this time managing to sler out his words.
'P... please, let me breath... I ca... cant take much m... more.'
There was nothing more for Drathe to do, other than wait for the voice and maybe die.
Frustrated Drathe kicked, thumped and pushed at the confined space. The effort getting him no where. The coffin was getting hot and the carpenter found him self taking more shallow quicked breaths of the quickly staleing air. He started to feel light-headed.
A buzzing sound, like thousands of bees in a wine barrel, filled the cramped space of the coffin. The paralizing flush of horror surged through the woodworkers body turning his limbs to lead. To drown in a coffin full of insects was like something from out of a nightmare.
The buzzing intensified. Mustering all his will and strength Drathe raised his lead filled arms to his head and squeesed his ears with the flats of his hands as his teeth bit hard against one another.
Then, just as Drathe though he could take nore more, slience again. His ragged breathing altho a struggle to maintain, was the last thing on his beating mind.
"Feeling... a bit trapped?" Came a woman's voice, smug and condescending. It was as if its source was within Drathe's mind.
The carpenter let out a quiet cry of pain as his head, again, felt like it could take no more, his body soaked in sweat, his breathing ragged and shallow. He tryed to speak but could not. His mind ablur with hurt and asphixiation. Again he tryed, this time managing to sler out his words.
'P... please, let me breath... I ca... cant take much m... more.'
There was nothing more for Drathe to do, other than wait for the voice and maybe die.
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Cain stealthily approaches the female elf as she is catching her breath. Slowly, he puts his hand on her shoulder, slow only to minimize her startlement.
"Do not fear, I will not harm you in any way. I just wish to ask you a few things," Cain says in a tranquil voice, one that would put most worried minds at ease. "Please listen to what I have to say. My name is Cain, Cain Freemont..." *use skill - psychology*
Cain stops speaking, wondering if the lady will run again or decide to speak with him.
"Do not fear, I will not harm you in any way. I just wish to ask you a few things," Cain says in a tranquil voice, one that would put most worried minds at ease. "Please listen to what I have to say. My name is Cain, Cain Freemont..." *use skill - psychology*
Cain stops speaking, wondering if the lady will run again or decide to speak with him.
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Grant watches the funeral, he sees Cain run off into the woods. Then notices the carpenter, Drathe is not with them. He curses because he swore to himself that he would be the one who would solve the case, and if he didn't find Drathe, the carpenter might get a clue that solves the whole case. Grant leaves the funeral and heads to the Greely house.
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The voice in Drathe's mind cackled with delight at his begging. The heaviness and warmth of a body pressed against Drathe as he lay in the coffin, though he could neither see nor touch it.
"Breathing. It's something you take for granted when air is freely available," the voice mused. The temperature in the coffin was rising considerably.
An uneasy silence followed, but the presence of the woman was constant, like a weight set upon the woodworker's body. He felt cold fingers on his face, tracing unknown lines. "I'm willing to exchange a bit of air for a task," she said lazily as the icy fingers continued to doodle.
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Shocked by Cain's hand on her shoulder, the girl knocks it off and spins around to face him. His calm voice calms her somewhat, but she is still visiably on edge, her eyes darting around looking for an escape.
"Isilwen, my name is Isilwen. What do you want?" She speaks disrespectfully and her posture shows as much. She glances behind her, toward the ongoing funeral, then back to you.
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As Grant enters the house again, he sees the old halfling being served tea and another halfling arranging the food that was brought back from the tavern. Many of the children have gathered in the kitchen to eat, and stay out of the way of the proceeding funeral. A halfling woman, who Grant doesn't recognize, approaches.
((OOC: Just a note- Galadrial and Boremier are no longer playing, so its just you four. Any questions, feel free to pm me.))
"Breathing. It's something you take for granted when air is freely available," the voice mused. The temperature in the coffin was rising considerably.
An uneasy silence followed, but the presence of the woman was constant, like a weight set upon the woodworker's body. He felt cold fingers on his face, tracing unknown lines. "I'm willing to exchange a bit of air for a task," she said lazily as the icy fingers continued to doodle.
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Shocked by Cain's hand on her shoulder, the girl knocks it off and spins around to face him. His calm voice calms her somewhat, but she is still visiably on edge, her eyes darting around looking for an escape.
"Isilwen, my name is Isilwen. What do you want?" She speaks disrespectfully and her posture shows as much. She glances behind her, toward the ongoing funeral, then back to you.
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As Grant enters the house again, he sees the old halfling being served tea and another halfling arranging the food that was brought back from the tavern. Many of the children have gathered in the kitchen to eat, and stay out of the way of the proceeding funeral. A halfling woman, who Grant doesn't recognize, approaches.
((OOC: Just a note- Galadrial and Boremier are no longer playing, so its just you four. Any questions, feel free to pm me.))
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Hearing the the voice cackle in his stuffy, affixiated mind. Drathe thought he was on the brink of insanity. He had heard storys of people waiting for the hang mans rope go crazy. He now believed he knew what it mean to be 'crazy'
He was even starting to feel the heaviness and warmth of a body pressed against his own.
He laughed inside his mind, the air to thin musty in the hot coffin to do so aloud. He dared the maddnes on.
"Breathing. It's something you take for granted when air is freely available," came the musing womans voice again.
Sweat tricked from the the carpenters brow into his eyes, the salty sting, like a small link to his body from his detached mind.
His breathing now almost none existant, the woodworked began to twitch as his muscles cryed out for what they desired so badly.
Something cold toutched his face and traced lines across his skin. Goosbumps rose along his sweating arms and legs, as the base of his spine tingled with delight. He could still, just conciously feel the weight of the body pressing against him.
"I'm willing to exchange a bit of air for a task," said the voice lazily as the icy fingers continued to doodle.
Before he could even use his last remaning conciouse thought to work out what the lady has said, he replyed in his minds voice. The words were almost automatic, as if some animal instict had been practising them over and over again for just such a time.
'Yes, anthing not to die like this.' Instantly Drathe felt shamefull at the words and his lack of control over them.
He was even starting to feel the heaviness and warmth of a body pressed against his own.
He laughed inside his mind, the air to thin musty in the hot coffin to do so aloud. He dared the maddnes on.
"Breathing. It's something you take for granted when air is freely available," came the musing womans voice again.
Sweat tricked from the the carpenters brow into his eyes, the salty sting, like a small link to his body from his detached mind.
His breathing now almost none existant, the woodworked began to twitch as his muscles cryed out for what they desired so badly.
Something cold toutched his face and traced lines across his skin. Goosbumps rose along his sweating arms and legs, as the base of his spine tingled with delight. He could still, just conciously feel the weight of the body pressing against him.
"I'm willing to exchange a bit of air for a task," said the voice lazily as the icy fingers continued to doodle.
Before he could even use his last remaning conciouse thought to work out what the lady has said, he replyed in his minds voice. The words were almost automatic, as if some animal instict had been practising them over and over again for just such a time.
'Yes, anthing not to die like this.' Instantly Drathe felt shamefull at the words and his lack of control over them.
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Cain smiles slightly, relieved that the girl did not turn and run again.
"I wish to ask you a few questions," Cain begins. He notes of how Isilwen's eyes dart about, seeking an escape. "I know you are likely trying to find an escape from me, but if it means anything from one stranger to the next, I promise by my father’s grave I will not harm even one strand of your lovely hair.”
Cain’s tone changes to a more serious, yet still peaceful sound. “I would like to know why it was that you were here.”
Patiently, Cain awaits a response.
"I wish to ask you a few questions," Cain begins. He notes of how Isilwen's eyes dart about, seeking an escape. "I know you are likely trying to find an escape from me, but if it means anything from one stranger to the next, I promise by my father’s grave I will not harm even one strand of your lovely hair.”
Cain’s tone changes to a more serious, yet still peaceful sound. “I would like to know why it was that you were here.”
Patiently, Cain awaits a response.
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"Your so willing to help me," the voice purred. "I quite like that, though it shows a certain weakness." A draft of cool air circulated in the coffin momentarily. It seemed as if it teased Drathe's lungs and mouth and nose, as the current of air wafted to him and then unreachfully away.
"I need you to gather something for me," she continued with a small edge to her voice. "It's but an ugly stone." As she said the word stone, an image filled your mind - it was myrthil. "Held in a certain thief's roost. I shall," she paused again as if searching for the word, "contact you again soon."
"But know this," her voice deepened and widened and shook the coffin so violently that Drathe thought it may fall apart. Quickly the air seemed to be draining out, even faster than before. "You fail me and you shall watch your loves and friends die! Then I shall bury you alive in this very coffin at the very core of Illarion! Do you understand? Do you agree?"
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Cain’s tone changes to a more serious, yet still peaceful sound. “I would like to know why it was that you were here.”
The elf girl shruged and looked down and away at a nearby elm. "Just, seeing what was going on over there." She then looked back at Cain, her elven features plainly showing her lying.
Her eyes dart off again, "That alright with you?" she adds harshly.
((Sorry Cain for the shortish posts in comparison, but this is more conversational...have to wait for the proper questions - DM who's feeling guilty over short posts))
"I need you to gather something for me," she continued with a small edge to her voice. "It's but an ugly stone." As she said the word stone, an image filled your mind - it was myrthil. "Held in a certain thief's roost. I shall," she paused again as if searching for the word, "contact you again soon."
"But know this," her voice deepened and widened and shook the coffin so violently that Drathe thought it may fall apart. Quickly the air seemed to be draining out, even faster than before. "You fail me and you shall watch your loves and friends die! Then I shall bury you alive in this very coffin at the very core of Illarion! Do you understand? Do you agree?"
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Cain’s tone changes to a more serious, yet still peaceful sound. “I would like to know why it was that you were here.”
The elf girl shruged and looked down and away at a nearby elm. "Just, seeing what was going on over there." She then looked back at Cain, her elven features plainly showing her lying.
Her eyes dart off again, "That alright with you?" she adds harshly.
((Sorry Cain for the shortish posts in comparison, but this is more conversational...have to wait for the proper questions - DM who's feeling guilty over short posts))
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Cain thinks for a moment.
"Well, that would be alright with me.. but your body attitude and sudden darting from the scene tells me otherwise. If you only wished to see what was there, you were more than welcome to, I am sure. You were there for a reason. In anycase.. you did answer me, so as I promised, I will move to the next question: What is your relationship to the Greely family?"
((Perfect timing anyway, I am too tired to go into detail right now
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"Well, that would be alright with me.. but your body attitude and sudden darting from the scene tells me otherwise. If you only wished to see what was there, you were more than welcome to, I am sure. You were there for a reason. In anycase.. you did answer me, so as I promised, I will move to the next question: What is your relationship to the Greely family?"
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After hearing the voice again, a draft of cool air circulated in the coffin. It tingled the carpeters sweat sheened skin as it made its way to is face. Hope filled his dripting mind. Just as he was about to beeth in, the draft halted only to retreated back to whenc it came. The crulty was enough to turn a man insane.
She spoke again, as she did, Drathes nose began to bleed. The dark blood, trickeling down the side of his face. His head pounded with each beat of his galloping heart, as it tryed to give what it could not.
The voice continued, telling of a stone, 'myrthi'l, and how she wanted the stirken Carpenter to get it.
"But know this," came the voice deepener and wider than before, so much so it shook the coffin violently. For a second Drathe thought the coffin might break, freeing him to the air he mortaly lacked.
"You fail me and you shall watch your loves and friends die! Then I shall bury you alive in this very coffin at the very core of Illarion! Do you understand? Do you agree?"
I DO! screamed Drathe's primal cry of self presivation.
She spoke again, as she did, Drathes nose began to bleed. The dark blood, trickeling down the side of his face. His head pounded with each beat of his galloping heart, as it tryed to give what it could not.
The voice continued, telling of a stone, 'myrthi'l, and how she wanted the stirken Carpenter to get it.
"But know this," came the voice deepener and wider than before, so much so it shook the coffin violently. For a second Drathe thought the coffin might break, freeing him to the air he mortaly lacked.
"You fail me and you shall watch your loves and friends die! Then I shall bury you alive in this very coffin at the very core of Illarion! Do you understand? Do you agree?"
I DO! screamed Drathe's primal cry of self presivation.
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"What is your relationship to the Greely family?" Cain asked.
"I don't know them," she says somewhat truthfully. Her eyes dart back to a particular spot in the woods that she's been looking at before.
"Didn't even know that kid died until this morning. Call it morbid curiousity." As she talks she tucks long strans of pale pink and silver hair behind her ear. On this last statement, Cain is unable to determine if she is lying or not, but he does feel that she's covering up some fear she has. What that is precisely, Cain cannot determine yet.
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The loss of oxygen is too much for Drathe and while the coffin continues to rattle about him, he passes out. When he opens his eyes again, he is sitting in the chair in the sitting room, drenched in a cold sweat. The incoming noise from the kitchen is indication that the funeral ended and the guests were once again returning to the manor. Some were already saying their farewells by the door. The hand of the pretty girl who sold bread in the market touched his hand.
"Are you alright? Your friend, Grant is in the kitchen - he looks a bit lost. "
"I don't know them," she says somewhat truthfully. Her eyes dart back to a particular spot in the woods that she's been looking at before.
"Didn't even know that kid died until this morning. Call it morbid curiousity." As she talks she tucks long strans of pale pink and silver hair behind her ear. On this last statement, Cain is unable to determine if she is lying or not, but he does feel that she's covering up some fear she has. What that is precisely, Cain cannot determine yet.
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The loss of oxygen is too much for Drathe and while the coffin continues to rattle about him, he passes out. When he opens his eyes again, he is sitting in the chair in the sitting room, drenched in a cold sweat. The incoming noise from the kitchen is indication that the funeral ended and the guests were once again returning to the manor. Some were already saying their farewells by the door. The hand of the pretty girl who sold bread in the market touched his hand.
"Are you alright? Your friend, Grant is in the kitchen - he looks a bit lost. "
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The capenter felt the giddy pull of reality. The sounds of wooden plates and cooking pots clanging a bashing about slowly grew. As to did voices. 'Farewell,' and 'be safe,' were just a few of the many words that they spoke. Tho they driffted into and strait through the woodworkers mind.
His eyes flared open as he took a deep gasping breath of air. His hands gripping the arms of the chair so tight his knuckles turned white. He was back in the living room. His clothes were damp with cold sweat and his face dripped with it. The man's panniced mind calmed as the realization he was not in the coffin any longer sunk in. He sighed and relaxed his tense grip on the chair.
A hand toutches the carpenters, its warm but unexpeted jesture making him flintch. He looked up to the own of the toutching hand. It was the pretty girl who sold bread in the market.
'Are you alright?' she said, 'Your friend, Grant is in the kitchen - he looks a bit lost. "
Drathe looked down at himself, then rasing and hand dabed a finger under his nose before looking to find not a trace of blood on it.
'y... yes, yes, im .ok.' He put on a fake smile. 'Must have dozed off, had a bad dream.' Dropping his smile he stood up. 'Grant is in the kitchen you say.' He paused, 'where is the...' He was about to ask where the kitchen was but stoped himself, his mind calming still. The memory of its location comming back to him as he spoke the words.
Drathe thanked the lady then walked to the sitting room door to leave.
'Mythri'l' the word echoed in his mind, soon followed by 'Thief'. The all to clear memory of the coffin came flooding back, making his knees feel weak. He grabed onto the doorway for support.
'It was the herbs...It must have been, all just a sill old dream,' he wisperd. With his spare hand he rubbed at his eyes.
'But what if it was not!' came the good old voice of consiense.
He turned, letting go of the doorway. Brushing his hair with his fingers and wiping his face on his sleave, Drathe went back to where the market girl stood. If she worked the markets then she would be bound to know a thief or two, if not maybe even some one who did.
'Excuse me,' he asked politly, standing just before her with a charming smile. 'I um... am after alittle something special for a friend of mine, T'is her birthday and I wish to get her something grand, but I am a humble man in body and purse.' Drathe chuckled softly the sound full of good humour.
'I dont suppose you would know anybody, say, a name you may have heard in the market palace, for I am sure a fine lady as your self would nay assosiate with men of that proffession. That would say... how to put this, steal from the rich to give to the poor. For a few gold in exchange for his troubles of course.'
The carpenter waits for the ladys reply, standing well balanced with a polite smile. His eyes looking deeply into her's.
*Oratory with market girl.*
His eyes flared open as he took a deep gasping breath of air. His hands gripping the arms of the chair so tight his knuckles turned white. He was back in the living room. His clothes were damp with cold sweat and his face dripped with it. The man's panniced mind calmed as the realization he was not in the coffin any longer sunk in. He sighed and relaxed his tense grip on the chair.
A hand toutches the carpenters, its warm but unexpeted jesture making him flintch. He looked up to the own of the toutching hand. It was the pretty girl who sold bread in the market.
'Are you alright?' she said, 'Your friend, Grant is in the kitchen - he looks a bit lost. "
Drathe looked down at himself, then rasing and hand dabed a finger under his nose before looking to find not a trace of blood on it.
'y... yes, yes, im .ok.' He put on a fake smile. 'Must have dozed off, had a bad dream.' Dropping his smile he stood up. 'Grant is in the kitchen you say.' He paused, 'where is the...' He was about to ask where the kitchen was but stoped himself, his mind calming still. The memory of its location comming back to him as he spoke the words.
Drathe thanked the lady then walked to the sitting room door to leave.
'Mythri'l' the word echoed in his mind, soon followed by 'Thief'. The all to clear memory of the coffin came flooding back, making his knees feel weak. He grabed onto the doorway for support.
'It was the herbs...It must have been, all just a sill old dream,' he wisperd. With his spare hand he rubbed at his eyes.
'But what if it was not!' came the good old voice of consiense.
He turned, letting go of the doorway. Brushing his hair with his fingers and wiping his face on his sleave, Drathe went back to where the market girl stood. If she worked the markets then she would be bound to know a thief or two, if not maybe even some one who did.
'Excuse me,' he asked politly, standing just before her with a charming smile. 'I um... am after alittle something special for a friend of mine, T'is her birthday and I wish to get her something grand, but I am a humble man in body and purse.' Drathe chuckled softly the sound full of good humour.
'I dont suppose you would know anybody, say, a name you may have heard in the market palace, for I am sure a fine lady as your self would nay assosiate with men of that proffession. That would say... how to put this, steal from the rich to give to the poor. For a few gold in exchange for his troubles of course.'
The carpenter waits for the ladys reply, standing well balanced with a polite smile. His eyes looking deeply into her's.
*Oratory with market girl.*
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The carpenter scratched his head as he spoke aloud after the market girl.
'Was it something I said?'
His head had now cleard and his body felt cool, except for his face that was warmed by a slight flush of embarasment at the ladys reaction.
He walked out after the lady but instead of following her, went into the afore mentioned kitched where Grant, or so he was told awaited.
'Was it something I said?'
His head had now cleard and his body felt cool, except for his face that was warmed by a slight flush of embarasment at the ladys reaction.
He walked out after the lady but instead of following her, went into the afore mentioned kitched where Grant, or so he was told awaited.
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Cain looks deep into the girl's eye, trying to determine what it is she is hiding. After a few moments, Cain speaks again.
"Just what is it you are hiding? I can tell there is something, but what I cannot discern... I suppose it does make sense that you would not tell me, but I assure you I am only trying to help everyone in this mess of a crime. If you would tell me, then I would be able to close the case of the Greely murder and go home after consoling the family..."
Cain seems to have his own thoughts about things, though his voice remains calm and soothing through his change of view. It is as though Cain is tiring of the investigation already, but it does not seem to surprise him. His voice is earnest and true as he speaks, partially in hopes that the girl will open up to him.
"Just what is it you are hiding? I can tell there is something, but what I cannot discern... I suppose it does make sense that you would not tell me, but I assure you I am only trying to help everyone in this mess of a crime. If you would tell me, then I would be able to close the case of the Greely murder and go home after consoling the family..."
Cain seems to have his own thoughts about things, though his voice remains calm and soothing through his change of view. It is as though Cain is tiring of the investigation already, but it does not seem to surprise him. His voice is earnest and true as he speaks, partially in hopes that the girl will open up to him.
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Drathe, as you make your way back to the kitchen, you find Grant nearly surrounded by a horde of halflings (er..pecks)). Grant suggests quietly getting out of the Greely house, perhaps to the murder site.
Cain, the girl looks at you crossly. "I don't know anything about that kid!" she counters back, a bit too harshly. Just then a tall, broad young man steps out of the woods. You realize that the funeral is over, and the last of the mourners are vanishing into the Greely manor.
Gannon, as you turn around you see a young half elf recoil at the sight of your dagger.
Drathe, as you make your way back to the kitchen, you find Grant nearly surrounded by a horde of halflings (er..pecks)). Grant suggests quietly getting out of the Greely house, perhaps to the murder site.
Cain, the girl looks at you crossly. "I don't know anything about that kid!" she counters back, a bit too harshly. Just then a tall, broad young man steps out of the woods. You realize that the funeral is over, and the last of the mourners are vanishing into the Greely manor.
Gannon, as you turn around you see a young half elf recoil at the sight of your dagger.
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As the carpenter set foot through kitchen door, two young halfing boys pushed their way past him, thier lips a grin and cheeks dimpled. In thier small hands the bounty form thier successful kitchen raid.
Drathe smiled at the sight of the mischiefous pair and made his way into the room.
The genral noise of kitchen work melted into the chattering of young and old, the room was busy and looked rather small now compaired to what it did early when it was empty of people. Grant looking rather uncomfortable in the woodworkers eyes, makes his way to him and surgests that they should leave the kitchen, perhapse to the murder sight. Taking a look around at all the halfings then back to the snowy hiard man Drathe can't help but revel in Grants discomfort at being surrounded by 'Pecks' as he often refured to the small folk with spite.
'Come on then Grant,' he says to the prince. 'Let us take our leave and pay a visit to the site of the poor childs departue from this world.'
The carpenter asks aloud to the people of the kitchen for a lantern to borrow. One of the women, busy at a cooking pot marshals a young boy to fetch the desired item. The boy quickly rushes off, soon to return with a traveling latern, the candle inside lit.
Thanking the young lad with a warm smile Drathe nods to Grant for them to depart and walks from the house.
'I hope you know where we are going Grant,' he calls back.
Drathe smiled at the sight of the mischiefous pair and made his way into the room.
The genral noise of kitchen work melted into the chattering of young and old, the room was busy and looked rather small now compaired to what it did early when it was empty of people. Grant looking rather uncomfortable in the woodworkers eyes, makes his way to him and surgests that they should leave the kitchen, perhapse to the murder sight. Taking a look around at all the halfings then back to the snowy hiard man Drathe can't help but revel in Grants discomfort at being surrounded by 'Pecks' as he often refured to the small folk with spite.
'Come on then Grant,' he says to the prince. 'Let us take our leave and pay a visit to the site of the poor childs departue from this world.'
The carpenter asks aloud to the people of the kitchen for a lantern to borrow. One of the women, busy at a cooking pot marshals a young boy to fetch the desired item. The boy quickly rushes off, soon to return with a traveling latern, the candle inside lit.
Thanking the young lad with a warm smile Drathe nods to Grant for them to depart and walks from the house.
'I hope you know where we are going Grant,' he calls back.
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Archet Grove is a dark grove of trees, overgrown with thorny thickets to the west, north, and east (but not to the south, facing the road). From the edge of Archet's Grove, the dusty road can be seen only vaguely.
The grove is now overgrown; the summer heat has seen to the growing of tall golden grass, and the place remains pretty much untouched. A few old logs rest here and there, and the ground proves to be uneven in several places. A slight wind blows.
Grant and Drathe making a cursory examination of the area. Anything that might have once been here, has long been taken by Lyrenzia.
After some time of searching in the darkness, Drathe finds in the thickets, unnoticed by previous investigations by Lyrenzia, a small, wilted and nearly dried flower blossom with a tangle of silver hair around its stem.
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"Dinolas," the elf says to Gannon as he backs up a step.
The grove is now overgrown; the summer heat has seen to the growing of tall golden grass, and the place remains pretty much untouched. A few old logs rest here and there, and the ground proves to be uneven in several places. A slight wind blows.
Grant and Drathe making a cursory examination of the area. Anything that might have once been here, has long been taken by Lyrenzia.
After some time of searching in the darkness, Drathe finds in the thickets, unnoticed by previous investigations by Lyrenzia, a small, wilted and nearly dried flower blossom with a tangle of silver hair around its stem.
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"Dinolas," the elf says to Gannon as he backs up a step.
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