CH. 11: Dark Side of the Mond

[HorizonsDream]

Jocelyn looks over to Oura for a moment, then shakes her head. "Really, anything could have done that," she said as she slowly approached the dead bodies. "People can be...extremely cruel sometimes."

[Nuke]

Val gives a comment as well. "I tend to think of the most obvious first. Sure there might be other possibilities, but in my experience, if it walks like a duck and talks like a duck, it is usually a duck."

[Breila]

Oura looks at the bite wounds. Are they really of an appropriate size that people could have inflicted them?

[JadedDM]

Jocelyn and Ouragana approach the bodies for a closer look. Areilon sticks close to them, keeping an eye out.

The wounds could have been inflicted by any number of creatures, but it is very unlikely they were caused by humans. The teeth marks in particular indicate the creature had fangs, not the overall flat teeth of a person.

One of the bodies doesn't seem to be quite dead yet. An elven man, with claw marks slashed down his chest, groans softly.

[HorizonsDream]

Jocelyn quickly moves to the elven man, and tries to start tending to his wounds. "It's okay," she says softly.

[Nuke]

Val stands guard, scanning the area but not knowing what she is looking for. "Be quick about it. See what he knows."

[Breila]

Ouragana asks Andar and Val, their warriors: "Which side should I look?" She wants to help watching out for trouble.

[JadedDM]

Jocelyn has no bandages or medical kit with her, so she is forced to tear off the sleeves of her own shirt (it's been rather hot lately for long sleeves anyway) to make bandages. She then starts to wrap up the elf's wounds.

The elf's age is impossible to discern, as with most of his kind. His skin and hair are black, but his eyes are a light grey. He feebly tries to fight off Jocelyn, eyes full of fear, but he is too weak to even try. "It's alright," Areilon says softly. "We're here to help you."

Once the priestess is done, he coughs. "L-League...attacked the city. Only a few, but...they had powerful wizards with them. One of them summoned some kind of creature. Let it loose into the city. It summoned another, and that one summoned another...there's no telling how many there are now." He looks down at his bandaged wounds. "One of them killed all these people. It slashed at me with its claws, but...then just left. It ate some of the others, but just left me here, alive. Why?" He looks up at the party. "Why was I spared?"

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Jocelyn makes a healing check on the elf [15] (1d20): 12, success. She tends to his wounds.

[Nuke]

Val listens, then spits. "Wizards."

[HorizonsDream]

"I don't know," Jocelyn admits honestly. "Do you think you can walk?" she asks. "We would like to take you to a safer place."

[Breila]

"Monst people never find answers to that question" Ouragana says softly, soothingly. "But perhaps what you saw can help to spare others. what do these creatures look like?" she asks.

[JadedDM]

"Do you think you can walk?"

"I...I don't know. I think so." Areilon helps the elf to his feet. He's a little wobbly, but able to stand.

"What do these creatures look like?"

"Like red frogs with teeth and claws...but they walk upright, like we do," he says. "They are not of this world, that much I can say for sure."

[HorizonsDream]

"Let's get him back to the docks," Jocelyn says to the others. "And everyone keep your eyes open. Those creatures might still be here."

[Breila]

Ouragana nods and makes room for Areilon and the elf in the center of the group. She keeps to the right front of the group, continuing to light the way.

[Nuke]

"Alright, back to the ship then." Val says, still on guard with her bow.