Blood and Water Arc:1

[necar]

As the smoke came out and he heard the voice call out to him he went into a defensive crouch. His blades jumped to his hands in the blink of an eye. He did not mean any offense to this god but he was not going to get struck down with out a fight. As the voice started to couch and Pash called the bluff. This was a person who was hiding her and trying to scare away orcs.

"Halfling? Who you calling a halfling? If I am a halfling then you are as well. I am all gnome sir."

Pash looked over the gnome who seemed to be the only survivor of the town.

"As you most likely heard before we are here to help. The rest of the group is outside. If you follow me we can discuss what happened."

Pash held out his hand to the gnome since he figured that being cramped in a box for hours that his legs would be asleep. He would help him to the others.

"My name is Pash? What is your name and I have to ask how you did that smoke trick?"

[I Am]

"Oh... Yes, a name... Um..." Sabal stood up from the rubble, not yet overturned, and put a gloved finger to her limps, her eyes went off towards space. A light and persistent 'ummm' sound came from her mouth. It was almost as if she had no idea who she was, "I..." The jester blinked, looked back down towards the tattered girl, and placed a finger on her face, tracing the stitching with a wide and toothy grin, "You can call me, Sabal," She pulled away the hand quickly and the rubble was soon overturned with help. Underneath was some relatively mild plunder to be had, "An ax for chopping brain, a holdy-bag for easing pain, and-oooh... Shiny," Before she could bend over, the other magical woman snatched up the weapon and satchel, not that Sabal had much use for either, but left the really important, really shiny metal.

Picking it up, Sabal moved the piece around and let the sunlight glimmer off the thing. After a moment, she put it close to her face, as if to see a reflection; however, instead of admiring the view, Sabal gave the metallic piece a quick lick. Smacking her lips together, as if pondering the flavor, she stuck her tongue back out and grimaced, "Just a note, don't lick the shiny," Even if it was yucky, the shiny was now effectively Sabal's... Or until she lost interest in it at least.

"The temple seems clear. There is a chest in there and a trap that was set off during the attack. I could hear something breathing around there but could not find its origin. I am going to continue to look for it while you all dig for clues."

"Yeah! Chests! I love chests... And boxes and crates and bouncy balls and tambourines!" Sabal eyed Miria, leaned in, giving the usual arguably maniacal smile, "I can play tambourine," She whispered and raised a finger to her lips, as if it were some dark and morbid secret, "But don't nobody or the wooly-bear might find out," Sabal began to giggle wildly and skipped off towards Pash and the temple, a new found interest in the chest, "A person inside? If its dead, can I eat it?" A rejoicing smile on her face turned into a look of strange contemplation, "Wait... No, I don't eat people. Lions eat people. I'm not a lion... Am I? Pish, am I a lion?" Without waiting for an answer, "Oh silly me, of course not! Lions have claws and manes. I've got pointy ears and two legs, I'm obviously a penguin. I forget that sometimes... Oh look it's a chest!"

The lock popped open and there was a sudden rumbling of doom... And stuff. The voice of the gods came and swore vengeance on the Orc! But, almost as soon as the oath for destruction came, it was interrupted with a nasty hacking and coughing. A small gnome-man-thing was revealed to be inside. "Nope! I'm a lion!" Sabal, probably to Pish's unamusement, decided instantly before leaning in and giving the gnome a horribly unfortunate swipe of the tongue, seeming to have taken up the hobby of taste-testing new things, "Ugh! Oh that is... I am certainly not a lion anymore!" The joker stood with her arms spread slightly, a look of disgust on her face and tongue half-way out, "It tasted like... Like... No," The disgust was soon overcome by chuckles and laughs again, apparently Sabal was amused by something. The gods only knew what.

[Yellow 13]

Tiana looked around to try and find any survivors. She sighed in slight disgust when she saw the ruins of the town. The raiders hadn't left a whole lot standing. Needless, senseless cruelty. She had gone off since Miria had went off to help some of the others leaving her to both wait for Val and to gather some additional information. Leaning aginst a side of a ruined building, Tiana made a sound that was similar to that of a screeching hawk. She waited for a few seconds, then heard the call of a hawk. A distinctive one, the sound of Tobias. Her familiar. It didn't take too much longer, and soon she heard another screech as the hawk began circleing a little before dove down. She held up her arm which had a leather covering on it so she could allow the hawk to safely perch on her left arm. "Hey there, Tobias." She said as she began walking. "You didn't happen to see any big, ugly orcs on the way in, did you?"

The hawk didn't convey any foreboding or ill feelings and its body language was neutral. Seemingly satisfied, Tiana shrugged and walked back to where the others were. "Well, I have some good news." She said. "I don't think there's going to be any more orcs in the area. They probbaly just hit and run, clearing out the area before moving on.

[Sikako J]

“Oh- you’re-a Gnome-too?” He grinned his eyes going a little off centered, “The-smooooke! Yes-it can-be made-using-powdered….hey!” he yelled out as the Dark elf Jester licked him. “I-might-taste-like-eggs! That’s-all-I-had-in-there…” He looked to the chest, “Three-days. It-got-hot-Imeanreallyhotinthere!” he jumbled the words together.

“My-name-yes.” He paused and began to count his fingers, “Today-Iam-Sokka! The-mill-saw-maintainer!” He grinned wide as his face twitched slightly. “Why-is-there-a-Dark-Elf-here? TheyarefriendswithOrcyouknow!”

[necar]

"Sabal we do not lick our hosts. Keep that tongue in your mouth if you don't mind and it is Pash. This is the fifteenth time I have told you."

Pash turned to the gnome to try and calm him down. The speed speech was something that was common amongst gnomes. He had been known to do it when he gets over excited. It also means that he could understand it perfectly. It was pretty much a second language of common.

"Sokka we are here under contract to gather any information on the attack that took place here. We are then to find their camp and take care of the threat. So any information that you can pass along to us will make our job that much easier."

Pash continued to try to lead them all outside so that the others could be brought in on this conversation. Pash reached into his pack and pulled out his water skin and passed it to Sokka.

"Being locked in a box for a few days with the heat I think you better drink up."

[I Am]

"But it's the host I love licking the most!" The jester jingled and jangled, tossing her head from side to side as she marched back towards the door. The sunlight, warm and welcoming, struck her delicate eyes, "Bah! Right..." Sabal retreated back into the shelter of the temple and looked about, "I think this is a wonderful place to set up shop. Maybe a nice bakery or deli. We could live here forever, just us and the kids! Wouldn't that be nice Margret?" Sabal clasped her hands together, lifted one foot up to her rear and batted her eyelashes at an invisible someone. After a moment, she frowned, "What do you mean no?" There was a second or two of silence from her, then a single 'heh'.

The clown took a seat on some of the rubble and looked about, admiring the view or possibly lost in the depths of her own little world locked inside her brain. To see through eyes like hers, everything so pure and simple, was both a blessing and a curse. No one could possibly comprehend her. Those who were sane either shunned or did not understand, those as topsy-turvy as she was were busy in their own dimension of crazy antics. Perfectly and utterly alone, yet neither lonely nor down-and-out. Ignorance was bliss but... Maybe she wasn't so ignorant, "The beardless Dwarf tasted like old feet," She gave one last 'ick' sound and then seemed decidedly content with giggling at unheard jokes and viewing the area. A holy symbol seemed to strike her eye, thus drawing her attention to searching the immediate area.

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[Sikako J]

Sokka arched his brows, “Sheisanoddonesheis!” Then followed Pash out as he help him from his chest. He quickly took the waterskin and drank greedily from it. “Thank-you! It-was-as-hot-as-the-Nexus-core-in-there!”

He took a few deep breaths and followed Pash, “Youwannaknowabouttheorceh? Theycamefromthenorth. JustpastthenewcuttingareaIthink…”

[Greycat]

Val was somewhat known around campus for his tendency to wander and get side tracked by other things that he would consider to be the slightest bit interesting. As such, the faintly absent-minded expression that often accompanied his ever polite persona was more or less common place to those who knew him, and people tended not to be all that surprised when he turned up late or when he went off on a tangent during a discussion. Still, there were some that insisted on ignoring all the evidence to the contrary. Namely; Tiana. She was the main offender.

In this case, he happened past the library, and it was far too tempting not to stop by to see if they carried a copy of the Laruen Tales. They didn't, but the librarian was also a fan, and they had a rather pleasant talk for a few moments. As such, his arrival was somewhat delayed. In fact, the clearing was empty when he was their, though a few voices were drifting out of the temple. He would have gone straight inside, but the windows...

He headed to the side of the building and examined them closer. It was depictive art. Karana the rain maker, the god of storms. It was the legend of the Staff of Karana, a sign of his regret and remorse and a symbol of peace after he destroyed a village in anger. Hmm... There was a chunk missing from the corner. Peering in, he realized that he had a wonderful view of the room. "Ah, hello Tiana. Did you happen across a Staff, perchance?"

Knowledge Check (1d20+4=15)
"You can tell from what is left that the images in the glass represent the Staff of Karana, a tale of how the God of Storms gave up a portion of his power after he violent destroyed a city in a moment of rage. As a symbol of his remorse and peace to the Mortals he separated a small portion of himself into the staff so that he might not destroy cities once more."

[mew77]

"Careful with the stitches, Sabal", Miria said gently removing the jester's hand from her face. What fascinating strangers, this one in particular was interesting. She did not balk at her presence. And she figured it wasn't jsut because the guild made sure of it.

Sabal eyed Miria, leaned in, giving the usual arguably maniacal smile, "I can play tambourine,"

"Flute myself", Miria replied but the jester already tap danced into the temple.

Miria paced outside of the temple, no sense risking her life trying to find her way in there. She stashed the goldenrod and hemlock in her sack of fruit. She finished by sitting on a nearby rock. Nothing to do but wait.

She felt odd calling herself a professor, she was more into research than actual teaching though many have said that her lectures on the nature of undead and thier anatomy were enlightening.

[necar]

Pash nodded to Sokka as they walked, Sabal was an odd one indeed. He lead the fellow gnome to the rest of the group which seemed to keep growing. Where in the gods name did these people keep coming from? They were like ants at a picnic.

"Hey everyone." Pash scanned the crowd as he saw another new face. "There was one survivor found so far. This is Sokka and he said that the attack came from the North. Apparently the logging crews started a new cutting area in the north and this is where they came from. This will be a good place to start. Anyone find anything else?"

Turning to gnome to help comfort him as he was being introduced to whole bunch of new people.

"Sokka was there any place that the towns people might have gone to protect themselves. Like a root cellar or a stone building? And once we are done investigating here we plan on finding the orcs. What are you going to do?"