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Post by Tim of Raventree on Apr 27, 2018 18:53:59 GMT
Filled with adrenaline and ready for some more action, Tim was eager to begin looting the house, but, as he happened to stumble upon the corpse of a dead enemy, he decided that it was an opportunity not to be missed. Crouching, he examined the body with a view towards looting it, if there was anything to be salvaged. He was particularly interested in money.
Observation 30
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Post by The Raven on Apr 27, 2018 19:31:20 GMT
It takes less than a minute to finish looting the body of its chainmail, longsword, crossbow, and bolts. He finds no coin or anything else of clear monetary value. Just a small carving of a young woman.
Tim finds the house small and cramped for the most part. At least one section of the ceiling has been stripped away, allowing someone or something to comfortably reside in part of the house and rest on a great bed that looks like three smaller frames pushed together. He finds several more wood carvings, clothes, and some curious jerky that is probably pork, despite the noticeable lack of pigs on the property. There are no books to be found, which comes as little surprise. Upstairs, the house is much cleaner and tidier. He finds one room locked, which he opens easily by prying the door open with his spear. Inside, he finds a curious shrine. Someone has nailed a pretty blue dress to the wall and surrounded it with tiny woodcarvings of a woman's face and a variety of flowers. The room smells sweet, like a high lady's perfumed chamber. Directly across from the dress is a great horned helm, painted black. There are no flowers or carvings near it, but something about its position suggests it holding a great deal of significance to the farmers. It is a practical piece of workmanship though, regardless of any spiritual or sentimental nonsense ascribed to it.
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Post by Tim of Raventree on Apr 27, 2018 20:14:58 GMT
Tim looked at the wooden carving of a woman he'd found on the body of the dead man to determine whether it bears any resemblance to those in the shrine, other than simply being female. He looked at the helm and tried it on for size.
Observation 30
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Post by Harlan on Apr 27, 2018 20:17:07 GMT
Harlan, happy that the Bael family had been dealt with, returns to the corpse of the son he had helped slay. He immediately strips it of it’s chainmail, which he drapes over himself, and steals whatever valuables he can find.
When he is finished, he begins offering medical attention to his companions, starting with Vex
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Post by Edwyn Blackfort on Apr 27, 2018 22:13:00 GMT
Alyn finds the actual corpse of his companion. He thinks. Literally the only defining feature he can recognize is the unused bow and quiver on his back. The rest is a putrid mush covered with remains of his chaimail armor and what might be strands of his auburn hair. Alyn knelt down to examine the corpse more closely. A fugitive bandit wanted throughout the Riverlands, Redhands had stayed alive by trusting no one and taking opportunties where he could to better his situation. Thirsting to avenge his family, he had few if any friends and those he had had were mostly dead. Yet these days if he had been going to call anyone friend, it may have been Donal. Alyn took the unused bow and quiver from the corpse. No bowman himself, he reasoned could sell it or trade it for an item that may have been of more value. He gently turned over the grisly corpse looking for further items of value that Donal would no longer use. Observation: 21
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Post by The Raven on Apr 28, 2018 2:09:41 GMT
(Success. 2 points awarded.)
The carvings are almost identical, only differing in the gradually improving skill of their artist. They're undoubtedly the same woman. As for the great helm, it's far too massive and immediately puts a crick in Tim's skinny neck.
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(Success. 3 points awarded.)
After a night's rest, a decent meal, and Vex avoiding putting too much pressure on that leg, she can avoid infection altogether and not have her leg chopped off. She's extremely fortunate she has a horse and is spared the arduous task of walking all over the Riverlands.
(Heavy Wound reduced to Medium Wound for current scene. Will be further reduced in subsequent scenes.)
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(Success. 2 points awarded.)
Alyn finds Donal's old shield and sword lying nearby, and the chainmail shirt itself is still in useable condition once it's separated from the remains of Donal's corpse. He finds the best method is to simply grab hold of the shirt itself and shake it like a sack while his best friend's guts and flesh slip out. Obviously, he'll want to wash it before selling or wearing it.
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Post by Edwyn Blackfort on Apr 28, 2018 9:13:53 GMT
*** (Success. 2 points awarded.) Alyn finds Donal's old shield and sword lying nearby, and the chainmail shirt itself is still in useable condition once it's separated from the remains of Donal's corpse. He finds the best method is to simply grab hold of the shirt itself and shake it like a sack while his best friend's guts and flesh slip out. Obviously, he'll want to wash it before selling or wearing it. Alyn salvaged what he could, including Donal's shield, sword and the chain-mail shirt. It was a gruesome task, but Alyn hadn't come by the sobriquet 'Redhands' for nothing. It was well earned now, as his hands turned slick with Donal's blood as he removed the chainmail. Once he finished he crossed what was left Donal's arms across his body as if he was in repose. His hands still slick witb Donal's blood, Alyn went to each of the other corrpses, leaving a bloody red handprint of Donal's blood each of them, as a mark that Redhands was present at his death. Carrying his loot, Alyn then approached Harlan. "I have need of your healing hands once again, Harlan." he said pointing to his shoulder. "The bastard nicked me."
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Post by Tim of Raventree on Apr 28, 2018 9:41:17 GMT
Wincing, Tim took off the helm. Perhaps one of his comrades could use it, or, more likely, they would be able to sell it. He abandoned it for the time being and began to explore the rest of the house for the loot they had actually come for. He couldn't quite believe that there would be nothing special to find, else why had they come. He searched for a secret entrance.
Observation 32
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Post by The Raven on Apr 28, 2018 14:29:30 GMT
Wincing, Tim took off the helm. Perhaps one of his comrades could use it, or, more likely, they would be able to sell it. He abandoned it for the time being and began to explore the rest of the house for the loot they had actually come for. He couldn't quite believe that there would be nothing special to find, else why had they come. He searched for a secret entrance. Observation 32 (Success. Three points awarded.) Downstairs again, Tim notices something odd about the floor in the kitchen. There's blood streaking it, as though someone were murdered here not long ago, but the blood doesn't lead anywhere. Reminded of the secret tunnels he had uncovered at their old hideout, he examines the floorboards until he finds a latch to open and reveals such a location beneath the entrance of the house. Grabbing a nearby lantern, he can clearly see that the tunnel travels in the direction of the barn. Just at the bottom of the steps, a sharp glint catches his eye. Upon closer examination, he sees its a plain silver ring. It is far finer than anything else in the house and Tim can detect a faint speck of blood on it. It was most likely left behind by whoever had been killed in the house and subsequently dragged to the barn. Something in his gut, perhaps owing to the curious shrine upstairs and the savage demeanor of those two sons, tells him this was no ordinary murder.
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Post by Tim of Raventree on Apr 28, 2018 14:44:42 GMT
H e picked up the ring and slipped it onto whichever of his fingers was the best fit. He was starting to guess the likely nature of the event that had taken place in the farm. But he had come too far to let fear or superstition get the better of him now, so he squashed such thoughts down to the bottom of his mind, where the sordid or boring truths of his life lay concealed, and pressed on wherever the secret stairs led.
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Post by The Raven on Apr 28, 2018 22:30:22 GMT
H e picked up the ring and slipped it onto whichever of his fingers was the best fit. He was starting to guess the likely nature of the event that had taken place in the farm. But he had come too far to let fear or superstition get the better of him now, so he squashed such thoughts down to the bottom of his mind, where the sordid or boring truths of his life lay concealed, and pressed on wherever the secret stairs led. After what seems like an hour, Tim finds himself at another set of stairs leading up. The steps and overhead door are wet, but he manages to find the traction to lift it up. Above, there is the barn and hay and terror. His brain struggles to grasp what his eyes are looking at, but eventually and slowly, he discerns a variety of horrors. The first he sees is the large, skinless man hanging from the ceiling on hooks. He twirls slowly and scans the room with lidless eyes, unable to ever look away from Tim whenever they face each other, always ready with a lipless smile to greet the newcomer. Tim finds a second man nearby, or at least it must be a man. He still has most of his skin, but his body is massive and twisted, most of his clothes shredded by whatever worse predator had butchered him. Tim doesn't know from looking at his face if he was always that disfigured. On the ground, closer to the door, he finds the other half of the first man. His pale skin sits in a pile next to what must have been his belongings once. The clothes appear very fine to Tim, but he doesn't find any of the coin or jewelry that is typically found on the person of such a dignitary.
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Post by Harlan on Apr 29, 2018 2:07:41 GMT
Alyn salvaged what he could, including Donal's shield, sword and the chain-mail shirt. It was a gruesome task, but Alyn hadn't come by the sobriquet 'Redhands' for nothing. It was well earned now, as his hands turned slick with Donal's blood as he removed the chainmail. Once he finished he crossed what was left Donal's arms across his body as if he was in repose. His hands still slick witb Donal's blood, Alyn went to each of the other corrpses, leaving a bloody red handprint of Donal's blood each of them, as a mark that Redhands was present at his death. Carrying his loot, Alyn then approached Harlan. "I have need of your healing hands once again, Harlan." he said pointing to his shoulder. "The bastard nicked me." Harlan pinched Vex's good thigh playfully, "Keep your weight off your leg for a few days, and try to refrain from getting it infected." He double checked the tightness of the tourniquet, "Do remember this next time you decided to put a knife to my twig and berries." He gave her a wink. Upon Alyn's approach, Harlan turned to greet him. It took him a moment before he recognized what Alyn was holding in his hands. "Is that... Donal's stuff?" The question was clearly rhetorical. "You just stripped him down and left him in the field?" This question wasn't. For the moment, he refrained from giving Alyn the rubdown he was looking for.
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Post by Edwyn Blackfort on Apr 29, 2018 2:38:38 GMT
Alyn nodded. "Donal won't be needing it anymore."
He looked back towards where Donal lay, a somewhat regretful look briefly appearing over his face. "I'll need help burying him."
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Post by Harlan on Apr 29, 2018 2:59:46 GMT
Harlan gulped, not liking the idea of being left out to rot... however he liked the idea of physical labor even less. "Fuck it," he said apathetically, "If you want to bury him, you can do it yourself. I'll give your wounds a look, but I'm not waiting around here to dig a hole."
He motioned for Alyn to lay down on the ground. "You best be sharing some of this stuff with me. My services don't come cheap."
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Post by Edwyn Blackfort on Apr 29, 2018 3:10:57 GMT
Alyn smiled at Harlan's apparent reluctance to help him bury Donal, but raised an eyebrow at the last comment, given that he had just seen Harlan administer to Vex.
"Indeed? And what is Vex paying you?" he asked.
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