Immersive Ink

Brushing his Elven cloak free of bone-dust and cobwebs and adjusting his other finery, Armando approaches Dorgan and quietly presents to him the flask. He then withdraws the Marrowstone from within his cloak. "It will not glow for me, Sir Dwarf, but I am happy to carry it for now — you shall find your strength soon enough."

Armando turns to the collected party and holds out a simple gold ring in the palm of his hand. "There is also this. We might be careful — it did the mouldering heroes below no good, surely."

Wen would laugh at HIghbough as he finsihes the donning of his armor. "Oh indeed the darkness was quiet friendly below, had we stayed longer I'm sure it would have been tea and biscuits. But as we had other things todo Josiane gave our apologies. We had best decide on how to proceed. Dieter and Dorgan are weak as kittens for now, and I fear that I took more then a passing wound from that sword as well." Wen rub his arm again to try to get the blood moving through the bruising."Do we have the strength left to confront these wolf men in their hide-hole?"

Torben

Torben coils up his rope and checks over his gear. 'Weak or not, I fear our friends cannot wait.'

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waysoftheearth wrote:After what seems an eternity, there comes a tug at the rope and our team haul for all they are worth!

And at last Josiane rejoins the party, and she appears unharmed.

"Hurrah!" Olaf shouts softly at seeing Josiane coming up out of the hole.

"I'm glad you were able to escape whatever evil you were holding back down there." Olaf says with a smile.

"As am I," Josiane replies, gratefully accepting a hand up; "By the White Lady, I have walked in some dark places since I came to these Hinterlands, but that pit was fell."

She smiles up at Olaf, perhaps holding onto his hand a fraction of a second longer than she has to.

"Thank you."

"Um...you're welcome, I'm sure." Olaf says as a pink tint rises up his cheeks.

verhaden wrote:Torben

Torben coils up his rope and checks over his gear. 'Weak or not, I fear our friends cannot wait.'

"And it is certainly not safe to stay here to rest, anyway." Olaf says, "We either press on, or find a spot where it is safe from intrusion from those Were creatures and the Dark priests. Not knowing of such a spot nearby, I guess we press on."

sully wrote: Dorgan sinks back to the ground and blows out his mustaches with a mighty sigh.

"I'm well, thanks ta you. Sorry I've forced you ta make a practice of saving my life but I'm def'nitely grateful, Miss. Me 'n the undead dinnae seem ta get along. I'm gonna need someone ta carry the Marrowstone though, and my flask. Could I trouble ya to tote my things 'till I get another sack?"

"I thought I'd lost you," says Josiane, tears glinting at the corners of her grey eyes.

She throws her arms round Dorgan's neck and plants a kiss on his bearded cheek.

Reunions are had, stratagems are postulated, and Armando brings forth a golden ring...

but what, if any, action is forthcoming?

Dieter's first action is to get his grappling hook and loyal rope back. Second:

"Let me see this sword you're all talking about," he says. "If I'm the man to wield it, why wait?"

"That's the spirit" Wen would laugh and show Dieter the "bagged" sword.

mgtremaine wrote:Wen would laugh at HIghbough as he finsihes the donning of his armor. "Oh indeed the darkness was quiet friendly below, had we stayed long er I'm sure it would have been tea and biscuits. But as we had other things todo Josiane gave our apologies. We had best decide on how to proceed. Dieter and Dorgan and weak as kittens for now, and I fear that I took more then a passing wound from that sword as well." Wen rub his arm again to try to get the blood moving through the bruising."Do we have the strength left to confront these wolf men in their hide-hole?"

Highbough laughs, a dreadful sound. "Perhaps some fresh air will refresh your vigor? Shall we return to the surface and find a safe place for the wounded to rest?"