In reply to Moria (msg # 149):

Larz stepped forward when Moria sunk down. "Don't worry lass, you're with our group now. They have to come through us to get to you." the massive warrior said, as he moved to offer the girl a hand up.

"We defend our own girl." he said with a soft smile. "They attacked us before and some of them died in their efforts before they fled us." he added.

 Moria stared at the undertaker from the ground as if he had just offered her poison.

 " What if YOU'RE the demon and he's possessed you to try and kill me. I... I can't..." she said, trailing off as she shook her head in disbelief and scrambled to get away from the undertaker. She got to her feet and backed away towards the door. She had a wild look in her eyes and she held out her hands as if to ward anyone from coming near her.

 " Just don't come near me.  I'm cursed." she whimpered as she looked all around the room wildly.

 " Imps.. Imps.  Where would they be..." she muttered to herself.  She suddenly edged in closer to Lazz and Stoney and the others and whispered.

 " I can find them.  When they are invisible.  I just need to do a bit of research and rest." she said.  All of a sudden she was acting normal as if nothing ever happened.

So...still inspecting our deceased apothecary or do we have matters to address elsewhere?

In reply to The Powers That Be (msg # 153):

Looks over at Larzander and whispers

"What kind stray have we picked up here?"

Puts his finger to his ear and spins it around.

"Cookoo!  Cookoo"

Takes a drink.

"I hope her "problem" doesn't get us in trouble!"

" Hey I heard that!  Forget what I said. I just don't like demons ok?  They feed off of evil.  They torment you, drill your mind, humiliate you and remind you of your mortality.  They also envy us and our freedoms at the same time." she explained a little ominously.

 " Please don't leave me! I'll be good! I swear! No more demon talk, I promise."" she begged suddenly.

In reply to Stoney Applesmith (msg # 154):

Larzander shrugged his broad shoulders at Stoney's comment. "I don't point fingers at anyone. I have enough demons of my own to deal with to be judging others." he stated flatly.

OOC: I assume in our fight last night one of us was clawed or we saw the marks left by the claws of the imps we fought. Is it reasonable for us to assume that the "claw marks" on this guy's face were made by the same creature? If so we have evidence we need to report to the Captain.
 

OOC: That's a fair assumption.  While you can't be 100% certain, if memory serves, they do indeed appear to match up.

OOC: So headed back to Rasmir?

In reply to The Powers That Be (msg # 158):

After a long drawn out drink.

"Undertaker, your establishment should be cleared of any negative energies.  How about a refill as payment?"

Shaking his wine skins.

"What now?  Is there any rumors of where the imps come from, or should we search the murder scene again?  For some reason I am not thinking clearly, and not sure what to do."

Sips a drink.

In reply to Stoney Applesmith (msg # 159):

Larz smiled at the tipsy man. "I keep forgetting little man that you didn't fight the Imps last night. Let's go see the Captain and let him know what we've found out." he said heading for the door.

After carefully recovering the body and sliding it back into the wall, he walks over to a shelf and removes a wineskin.

"Ah yes, of course good sir, thank you so much.  Here, this is a local blend made in this very town.  A rather potent brew it is."

With a beaming smile, he hands it to Stoney...who nearly falls over when it is dropped to him.  The undertaker is a very large man, as such, his wineskin is rather large as well.

Stepping outside, you collect yourselves in the warm , reassuring sun.  Cemeteries weren't known to be the most comforting places and the sight of that poor old mans' face certainly did not help to set any you at ease.

Slowly you work your way back through town until once more you stand before the guard captain.  Upon relaying your findings, his face contorts menacingly...he did not look very pleased.

"How the hell am I supposed to defend a town, with only a handful of actual soldiers, against a tiny, winged menace that seems to vanish into thin air?!"  He seems visibly agitated as he stomps around the courtyard, arguing with no one in particular.  "As if those damn goblins weren't bad enough!"

Finally, he pauses and draws in a long, slow breath, attempting to calm his clearly worried mind.  He turns back to the group once more...

"You know, I had hoped it was simply some loon, or stray goblin sneaking in.  Hell, I even held out for it being some rogue cleric making sacrifices to appease some unholy beast but this...I really don't know what to do.  We're not really equipped for this sort of thing."  His eyes swell, appearing almost at the point of tears.

In reply to The Powers That Be (msg # 162):

Patting the guard captain on the back, or as high as Stoney can reach.
"It will be alright good man."
Pushes his wineskin to him.
"Take a good long drink, it will help ease the stresses of life.  Give us anything else you can think of, and we will kill the little bastards!
We should set some sort of tra!"

OOC: Ok, any plans? Further questions for the captain? See how much Stoney can really drink?

In reply to The Powers That Be (msg # 164):

Stoney takes another drink, just to double check how good the undertakers ale is.

"Did I mention a traP for the imps?"

In reply to Stoney Applesmith (msg # 165):

OOC: Yep you did...

Larzander stood by and listened to what was being said. "Goblins are easy enough to deal with. Just kill them all like the vermin they are." the barbarian warrior said gruffly. "The Imps are another story all together. They came on us last night without warning. But I'm not sure it was us that they were after. We drove them away, so we can't be certain. Here it seems they were after something and someone specific. It would be nice if we knew why the Imps targeted that poor fellow in the morgue."

"If we knew what they were after," he said looking Stoney's direction, "then yes, we could set a trap for them. Without knowing for sure what they were after...who knows?"

In reply to Larzander Gunderzen (msg # 166):

"Trap!  thats an excellent idea!!"

Screwing the top of his canteen on tightly, to not lose a drop, then licking any residual liquid that might have seeped past the stopper.

"Ah, don't want to waste any!"

"Now what do you think the imps would have wanted?  Maybe they are trapped here, and he was slain for an item to escape this plane, or....?"

"Dealing with goblins around here is anything but simple or we would have wiped them out long ago.", the captain states in response.

"We haven't even been able to find their den, or for that matter, the soldiers sent out to find it."

In reply to The Powers That Be (msg # 168):

"Maybe that's where we could help you."the warrior said looking around at his companions "What do you all say? Feel like hunting some goblins?

Having spent most of the morning walking along the road Ondrea was fairing relatively well given the circumstances. She had arrived in this land it would seem sometime last night though the exact time was unknown to her given she had been unconscious for a fair while and had awoken just after first light as a strange fog had begun to dissipate.

She remembered a battle and some sort of explosion and that was pretty much it as to how she arrived. She did still have her weapons and her armour. The location of her hammer had caused some initial fear and panic before she found it handle up with the head slightly buried in the corner of the field she landed in. Its silver head was slightly tarnished, but that rubbed right off with some spit and her sleeve. Finding a seat on the stile she had gone though her backpack and all her equipment seemed to be in place and undamaged after her fall, had she fell it was hard to know.

The road ran along the edge of the field and with no obvious farm houses or other structures she had chosen the direction that looked to be running down hill. After a couple of hours Ondrea crossed a stone arched bridge and was able to full her water skin at the brook it passed over. The road also seemed to be rather more well used and she surmised that it would only be a short space of time before she came across some sort of settlement or at least a house. So when she crested the hill and saw the small village it was not as big of a surprise as it might have been, but still a huge relief.

Making her way to the gate she happened to catch a glimpse of a small group of people milling around the side door to the structure and when she approached she decided to query them on her location. ”Ah... Hello, terribly sorry to disturb you, but I think I am lost. Would you be so kind as to tell me the name of this town ?”

The lady before the party is obviously a fighter of some kind due to the the pieces of her armour that are not hidden by the fine hooded clock she wears. Her weapons seem to be a large two handed warhammer that is strapped to her back behind her shield, a long bow and a polearm that looks to be the same form as her warhammer. They are both made in a free flowing style reminiscent of the arms that the elves are know for and each consists of a single piece of a silver colored metal, one four foot long and the other closer to ten. A long white pennant with silver trim hangs from the head of the polearm which has a stylised form of two comets chasing each others tails embroidered on it.

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In reply to Ondrea Avalor (msg # 170):

Larzander looked in the direction of the female's voice. The massive warrior grinned when he saw the woman who had spoken to he and his friends. "You're in the  town of Strangefellow Port warrioress."  he answered.

"Larzander Gunderzen, at your service." he added, doing his best to imitate a proper bow.

In reply to Larzander Gunderzen (msg # 171):

Gawking in the direction of the woman.
_{"She sure is pretty.  I mean pretty tall, she sure his pretty tall!"}


Waving like an excited school boy.
"Hi, I am Stoney, and you are tall!!"

Ondrea nodded to each of the party as they spoke. She seemed to grow more and more confused as to her situation especially when the name Strangefellow Port is mentioned. She offers her hand to each of the party before asking. "My name is Ondrea Avalor, a visitor of sorts."

She looks towards the port before asking. "Is this the main settlement for the surrounding area, what is the name for this country ? Sorry I would not usually have so many questions, but I arrived here in a rather unsettling way and have completely lost my bearings." What those bearings were she did not know as she was having trouble recalling even the simplest details of her home.

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In reply to Ondrea Avalor (msg # 173):

"Well Ondrea don't feel bad, we arrived here only yesterday ourselves." Larz answered. "I am told we are on the island of Da'th Motaer, where ever in the nine planes of hell that is." he said chuckling to himself.

"Let me guess, your journey here had something to do with that cursed fog." he added. The warrior looked at his friend Stoney and shook his head. "Yes lad, she's pretty, but don't stand there with your mouth open the flies will get in. Though I suspect they'ed be pickled in short order."

In reply to Larzander Gunderzen (msg # 174):

"I thank you Larzander and to you my friend." Ondrea looks towards Stoney and seems to be thinking on something for a second. "I remember something about fog, once I arrived, early this morning. May I inquire as to what you are up to now, have you met with any of the villages from the port ?"

She again looks towards the small settlement.

OOC: I think I will change out Ondrea's polearm for a long sword, more in keeping with her character type. Just a heads up of the change to her description.

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