The man seemed to be devout to their own cause and caused Giles to doubt whether the man could ever achieve a semblance of reason. He also inwardly questioned his reasoning to ensure the man lived - the world didn't need more people like this. But at least, he considered,
It has to start somewhere meaning the goodwill between two peoples.
A threat, translated by Roderickson, sent a stream of chills through the once-mage who had felt the brunt of concern for interest in necromantic arts. He certainly felt repulsed at the idea of bringing the walking dead, but had always felt that the magic was a neutral tool rather than an inherant evil; that there might be utility in its teachings had occurred to Giles more than once, but there was little argument he could bring against one who sought to raise rotting corpses, shades of who they once were, to feed and maim and corrupt life in such a terrible way.
Giles smiled at the Wazifi and casually mentioned, as he stood
Better men have tried. and then walked away to Roderickson.
He lead his men away from the wounded Wazifi and then stood, looking out southbound across the plain, contemplative and thoughtful.
"Set the camp, I need to think on this he said as he went to retrieve Cutlass.
Losing thought for a moment, focussing on the horse, was a great way to hold back the tides of anxiety that had been riding with him since the captain had suggested a possible attack against Megalos. He'd never really had chance to learn how to properly care for horses, but as he stood beside Cutlass, looking into the animal's deep dark black and chesnut eyes, he felt some level of empathy for the creature. Speaking softly and soothing, he looked through the knapsack for something it might eat and then offered it gently, stroking and feeling its presence.
A necromancer. Feeding us to demons. Rather than a necromancer proper, could it be a man who had made pact with darker forces and in return be granted power over the dead?
I think that such a person would perhaps be beyond any form of reason, and if they were even capable of considering it a leash that rested upon them would prevent such diplomacy.
Sitting round the camp fire Giles finally spoke
"The importance of this mission has increased, if the enemy force employs darker powers. And we will be the van in the conflict, I feel, but if Roderickson's suspicions are true, then irrelevant of politics or posturing, it is a force that we must deal with to its finality. he said, looking into the fire. Taking a minute or two to let the words sink in to their full meaning, he added.
"Life before death."
I'm deeply sorry for stealing the line so obviously from this. But a good book to read (that i've just finished): 'The Stormlight Archives'
# the first ideal
http://stormlightarchive.wikia...wiki/Knights_Radiant
Makes it fun, a little.
Actions are below. Obviously, this is kind of going from 'specific' to 'general' actions. But I'll play off the next update.
Actions:
- Camp
- Get Edenburg to see if he can find tracks of others (scouting/tracking) that might be with the Wazifi
- Rest
- Eat
- Check the traps
- Take the litter and move towards the foothills that we found the harpies in - continue with the plan.
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