In reply to trahernwithglasses (msg # 92):
Mike
Mike watches as Clarke crouches over Gustav, wondering if there is even anything they can do for the man. The silence stretches for a moment as everyone takes in the scene. The silence deepens. A thread of annoyance fills make as he watches Clarke as he doesn't seem to be doing anything. His friend's habit of losing himself in thought was a quirk that Mike tolerated but now hardly seemed the time. Just as Mike is about to open his mouth Clarke suddenly jumps away from the wounded man, stumbling slightly.
Clarke
As if summoned by his mind Lara appears next to Clarke, crouched over the mutilated man.
"These markings are familiar but they seem to be written in some kinda of localized dialect." Lara pauses for a few moments, her head cocked as she thinks.
"They obviously have something to do with the ritual but I'm not sure their exact purpose. You see these here?" she says pointing towards some of the markings on Gustav's head and face.
"These are runes of control or binding. It seems the cult was attempting to snare his mind." Her finger moves lower towards Gustav's chest which is a mass of cuts lined by dried crusted blood.
"These are trickier..."
Lara's musing beings to fade into the background as a growing sense of unease fills Clarke. He finds his gaze drawn to Gustav's eyes, if they could be called that as they lacked any human features. Pupil-less gray murky orbs, Clarke was his hand in front of Gustav's face but doesn't seem to draw any reaction.
"Ugn... Mgh...," Gustav croaks.
Clarke can only guess what the poor man is trying to say. As Gustav's jaw moves Clarke can see the charred blackened stump that used to be his tongue wagging futilely.
"Mister?"
Clarke steadfastly ignores the voice. After his last interaction with the girl he was in no rush to acknowledge its presence.
".. Perhaps these runes are meant to be a message of some kind. Like some sort of prayer to a deity..." Lara continues.
"Mister?"
Clarke has to restrain himself from snapping at the figment. He steadfastly refused to look directly at the girl. Focusing back on Gustav Clarke is amazed that the man had made it this far. The blood loss alone... Not to mention the conditions of the bog.
Gustav's hand seems to reach out towards Clarke like a worshipper in supplication.
"Mister..."
The unease in the girl's voice finally draws Clarke's attention.
"Why isn't he breathing?"
Panic begins to fill Clarke. There is no way any man could survive such injuries. Clarke's mind begins to race..
How did Gustav escape the bog alive?...
With sinking clarity the answer clicks in Clarke's mind causing him to lurch away in horror (2 sanity damage).
He didn't...
This message was last edited by the GM at 08:45, Mon 13 Jan 2020.