Re: Prologue Four - The Bauble & The Blade - Lya Only
Luckshot smiled a grim smile. "Ghelm's arrows were a big help. He's a very good quartermaster and smith, and can still hold his own in a tussle it appears. I'm going to take a look around outside the walls. Maybe I'll take him with me... help him keep his mind off his mates for a bit..." Luckshot went over to where the last of the scouts was kneeling among his fallen friends, openly weeping. Var touched him on the shoulder and they spoke briefly. The scout reluctantly nodded and then with a show of determination, grabbed his bow and followed Luckshot through the gate into the pounding storm. Tremors continued, but not as strong as the two quakes had been.
Looking up on the hill was fruitless for Lya. The sky was still very dark and it was raining hard now. The lightning caused everything to flash and glint, confusing what she had seen with what she might see.
As she examined the corpse of the leader of the raiding party, she saw immediately that he was not human, nor elf, nor any other race she was familiar with. Whereas those under his command all appeared to be humans with chiseled features and deep set eyes, the leader was much different. His skin was grayish, his hair dark and course. He had a number of... nobs or spikes at various locations on his body, mainly on the joints like elbows and knees, but also on his cheekbones and chin. His hands were very rough and his fingers were black clawed. His teeth were slightly pointed and there were far too many of them in his mouth. When she removed his helmet, she saw two short horns protruding above each ear.
She wiped off her blade and sheathed it, but just as she did so, an icy feeling shot up her spine. It could have been the wind causing her a chill now that the battle was over and she was soaked. Her clothing stuck to her like a second skin. It could have been some involuntary reaction to some errant stimulus... or it could have been that she heard a voice behind her faintly whisper, "долази ловац...".
Her examination of the body turned up a few noteworthy items. There was a small pouch of gold coins which appeared to be freshly minted in the Zeland currency. Also she found a silver ring with a deep red ruby. There were a couple of strange runes on either side of the setting. Around his neck she found, under the breastplate and next to the skin, a string of scores of teeth, some of which appeared to be human and others much, much larger. There was a long, wicked-looking dirk belted at his waist. Finally, folded inside a small satchel, Lya found a crudely drawn map.
The leader's blade remained laying in the mud and Lya, in spite of herself, found she was looking at it often...
OOC:
27 gp in the pouch.
Please make a Deathray save and add your wisdom modifier for me (d20-1 TN>=12)