"Very Well." Larris said, he looked at both Korick and Lily. "The enchanter you sent the letter to Korick sent me in his place, he does send his apologies but he has a family to care for now and when i left he was quiet happy. He gave me this so i could blend in easier but it only works during the night." He held up the amulet around his neck and handed off the letter to Korick confirming he did indeed get it from the enchanter but he could of very well of stolen it but the odds of having a specifically designed amulet just for him were slim so they would have to believe him at least he hoped they believed him. "Now can we all put the weapons away, if i wished to have killed you i could of taken you all by surprise as soon as i gotten off the boat or dragged you into the water and drowned you. I might not of killed all of you but if I was the shambling dead we all know so very well, you know i wouldn't of thought of anything beyond my hunger." He stated quite flatly

Markul was now very interested in Larris, it was not everyday that you met a corporeal undead that didn't want to eat your face. Well, at least that didn't act on the desire to eat your face. Markul chuckled slightly at his thoughts, then stood also. "I would also like to know your reasons for joining our company, it is curious to see one such as yourself traveling with a group like us." though he wasn't as hostile as the others, Markul had no wish to be infected by one of the undead.

Eranah said a brief prayer that all would go well, but as he went on her hope sunk slightly. The mention of hunger was nor exactly comforting, nor the mention of how he could have killed them already. However she wasn't about to write the man off. "While those last two things aren't the most comforting, you are being honest. It should count for something. Perhaps we might be able to find a way to aid your condition." She offered, wanting to at least help prove he wasn't an immediate danger.

More than Nettle and Skinbane bandages would be required for Mister Larris' treatment, a lot more. >"Now can we all put the weapons away, if i wished to have killed you i could of taken you all by surprise as soon as i gotten off the boat or dragged you into the water and drowned you. I might not of killed all of you but if I was the shambling dead we all know so very well, you know i wouldn't of thought of anything beyond my hunger." The undead made a fair point, he'd attack if were like most of his kind, but Batche disagreed with the tone with which he illustrated this. The people he need to convince were not in good humour and there was no need to stress them any further. Paranoia was not Batche's friend. What would she do when they turn on her? Tell them the truth? Make something up? Would it matter given she has not much motive to be here. Batche decided she'd be quiet for now and silently hope things went in her favour.

Lamont stayed attentive and silent at the tense moment. His laid back posture laying along the fire had stiffened up once Lily started grabbing for her sword and glowing. He managed to keep an instinctive grip on Sheeva. Said grip tightened as the undead Paladin poorly defended his condition. "EAAHHH?! (_Was that a threat?! Is he threatening us?! Release me Lamont, i'll personally show this skull-biter the full fury of the red tails!_)" Lammy managed to hold her close, hugging her to ensure her wings wouldn't flap all over the place. "Sheeva please!" He spoke through gritted teeth. "He was just trying to explain himself, let it go!" He added. His soft words could put most animals at ease, and Sheeva was no different. As she began to relax, Lammy looked towards the zombie knight. Everyone was either asking questions, or looking for answers. The druid had a question of his own. "Uhh...how did you even get like that? Why haven't you attacked us yet?" He asked. He wondered about this individual's motives.

Questions began to bombard larris left and right demanding to know how he became what he is and how he came here but first he answered the cleric. "I would appreciate that m'lady, I'm sure with your knowledge we can get to the bottom of the issue." He turned to his other companions and answered the next question. "As to why i'm still in possession of my mind, your guess is as good as mine. I decided to settle down and help the clergy of Illmater set up a church within a village that was suffering from a massive blight and a few other problems. Seeing the village as ripe for the pickings a necromancer used her minions to attack and take over the village there wasn't enough of us to put up a defense and they ended up overwhelming us, i killed brothers and sisters, murdered children and their parents. But even then i wasn't enough to put an end to their suffering and i was overwhelmed fell. She brought me back but for some reason she couldn't command me so she fled, i went on the run and found the enchanter to gave me this amulet that disguises me as my old self every night." He finished his story and let the tale linger in the air.

Korick listened and let the others pepper Larris with questions while he focused on the letter he was just handed back. It was indeed the one he had sent, bearing not only his seal but also the return seal of the enchanter. However Korick new the man wouldn't be happy with only a mundane reply when a magical alternative was available, his response would not be found in plain ink. He examined the back side of the letter that was blank and found what he was looking for, ten small dots that would have seemed random if one didn't expect to find a cypher. The dots were in the form of a constellation, Vecna's palm, which would be known to both mystics and outdoorsmen. The next part was simply recalling past correspondences and how he had activated a similar spell before. He drew forth his sharpest bodkin and used it to prick his palm gently, then squeezed his fist until a generous drop of blood landed on the page. Instead of staining it, the droplet raced across the page as if following an unseen pen tip, revealing the message the enchanter had hidden with magic. Korick studied the enchanter's message carefully by the light of the fire. It corroborated Larris's story of staying with them, he gave his opinions of Larris as a good, but troubled man seeking to hold on to his purpose. As well as his failed attempts to reverse the condition, but did mention that he believed a powerful healer could help him. And finally it described how the enchanter sent Larris hoping that if he proved himself to Korick, the ranger would see fit to help him. He took a short puff from his pipe before putting the letter away and questioning Larris. "The people of the town, the ones you killed, from what were they suffering." Korick asked, now trying to take Larris's measure as a man and not a monster.

Lily was silent for several moments, staring at him as she worked through what he had said. "To...keep them from the Necromancer...you killed them yourself." Her face was twisted in revulsion, her gauntlet tight around the grip of her sword. Her jaw was set, anger blazing in her eyes. "Small wonder the Necromancer didn't bind you. You did all her work for her, delivered a mountain of fresh dead for her. She must have assumed you were on her side." She started to draw her blade, then stepped back and sighed. "You vile coward. You're not even worth my steel."

She was torn at the tale told. Pity for the paladin put in such a situation and slight confusion and revulsion at his choices warred within her. She could understand mercy killing, even think of some situations where it was the best or even only choice. This was not one of them. "Was there no way for them to escape? Stand any chance of survival at all? How could it be that killing them as a necromancer attacked was the best option? How could hastening her likely goal be the best option?" She asked, hoping against hope that there was more to this than simple slaughter in a desperate situation. That perhaps it had been the only way to spare them a slow and painful death before the inevitable occurred.

Larris looked to both Lily and Korick. "From what i do not know but the blight made crops suffer so they imported grain, i think there was something in it because when the first shipment came we distrubted it to a few who were in need and some of the farmers animals." Larris sighed and one could tell the story hurt him deeply. "Both animal and man who consumed the grain died so we buried them. Soon a young lady came to town and although i didn't know it she was the necromancer, shortly after arrival the graves we dug were exhumed and shortly after that they were battering down doors so we took sanctuary in the town hall and the necromancer surrounded us, i did what i though was right and ended the lives those who had been wounded those we knew were dying and Lily is right i delivered them right into the necromancers hands. But there was no escape." He finished his explanation and put his head in his hands if he could cry there would be tears. "I only did what i though was right..." His voice trailed off but he said nothing else.

As he finally explained the full story she could not help but be disgusted now. She had hoped that there had been something truly worth it to justify it. Yet here he was saying he had done it because he thought it was right, that was no reason in her eyes. He had given up hope and convinced himself it was worth it. "I cannot believe a paladin of Illmater would give up hope on the injured and suffering. The God on the Rack would never have agreed with the mercy killing of an entire town. Maybe the worst individuals, but it sounds as if you had turned on those who needed you most. Illmater have mercy on you." At this point she was standing her own disgust and dismay at the actions of the paladin in the name of her god lighting a fire in her as the full comprehension of his actions dawned on her.

"You have disgraced the title of Paladin and the service of Ilmater." With one hand, she swept her sword from her sheath and with her other she raised her right hand, palm forward. A cold, white light suffused the gauntlet. "Torm take you!" The light, Torm's holy power manifested in the physical plane, blasted out of her hand a moment later followed up by an overhand one-handed strike with her sword.

Vis had bungled his stuff into his bag before the shit hit the fan and was ready to react. His rapier was out in an instant and he cleared the distance between the paladin and the necrotic being as the paladin bombarded him with some kind of spell. However before she could finish Larris off with her sword, he was between them, raising his rapier up infront of his face, gripping the hilt in one hand and the end of the blade in the other. Lilly's broadsword smashed into his rapier with such might that Vis went down to his knees, though maintaining the rapier infront of his face, though only an inch away now and holding a broadsword away from his face. "Thtop it!" he screamed, his rapier cutting into the hand that held the blade, "Efery one hath flawth! But they thry to thange!" His Rapier had bent on the impact of her broad sword, the long iron spike contorted at the middle. He chose the rapier because he wasn't strong but because he was fast. But now he wished he had something more substantial as her broadsword crept ever closwe to his face.

"Nine Hells, man!" She raised her sword and twisted away, she had no interest in harming this man. "He slaughtered a whole village. Helpless, innocent children snuffed out by him! He is a monster in every sense of the word!" She gripped her sword tightly, raising it into a two-handed guard. "I won't fight you, but I will not let him escape."

"well I'm noth going to leth you hurth him," Vis said, sounding like he'd been winded but it was just the hole in his face distorting his words. Standing up and pulling his scarf tightly around his face, Vis held the bent rapier to the ground, letting the tip embed itself. Raising his foot, Vis kicked the bend into strightness, one kick setting the iron erect again. He stood one foot behind the other in a combat stance and held the rapier out infront of him, staring down the paladin, "come on then."

Lily stared at him, her expression disbelieving, then swung her arm around, the strap sliding down her arm to drop her helm into her hand. She clapped it over her head, the visor swinging closed. "I'm not interested in fighting you." Lily pushed forward, trusting in the strength of her armor, ignoring him as she pressed towards the undead warrior.

"Are you really trying to stand up for this man's crimes?!" Lamont said, only sightly aghast. "I kinda gotta agree with Lily here man, something like that just can't be excused!" He added, smartly keeping his distance from the action. "Blatant genocide isn't as much of a _flaw_...as it is a major crime against humanity." There wasn't much that could justify the act, especially considering the Paladin's religion. _"Gods...it's still a bit to take in..."_ He mulled over the imagery of such an event. Was the situation so dire, that the only solution was to claim the lives of women and children? And such a flat delivery of such news...it twisted knots in Lammy's stomach. Sheeva was riling up again. "SCRAAHH! (_Why're you still holding on to me?! Let me go! I will join the Lady Paladin in the fight!_)" In a half-thought, he considered letting her go and grabbing his quarterstaff, to keep his word. Instead, he waited. It looked like Lily could handle her own against this rouge (especially considering she casually pushed past him).

"Children, Vis, he gave up on then, and he took away what little hope they had left," Korick declared grimly as he dropped his pipe to the ground, "There aren't many things more despicable that a man could do, don't matter the case, I don't about the odds I'd have died in battle 'fore I did that, I know a dozen Paladin's who'd do the same. It's not something I'll forgive and it's not something you should too. The man deserves death. That's the punishment for his crimes, just 'cause he was brought back doesn't mean he don't still deserve it."

Vis did a role as she pushed him aside and rebounded to be infront of her, holding his rapier out again, waiting for her to attack. "I'm not going to let you do it." he barked at the paladin, getting into a fighting stance as he did. He was doing as his father taught him, the stance, the way he held the rapier, the only problem was that he needed her to attack, if he attacked not only would he be killed, he'd be villainised infront of everyone. He gave her a steely glare.

Eranah remained silent during this. On the one hand she did not want to have to call for the death of one who seemed repentant, and on the other he had killed so many. Taking away their chance at their own freedom and their hope they might yet survive. He had turned his back on those he had sworn to protect and then claimed that it was an act of mercy. "I won't call for his head, but his sins are great and near impossible to atone for in whatever time he may have. Eventually his mind will deteriorate and the hunger he already feels will likely consume him. Undoing any good works he may have done with more pain and suffering. I wish to hope that he might atone for his sins, but perhaps that is best done in the next life where his atonement cannot be undone." She said, voicing her own conflicted thoughts. She was angry, but she was keeping her emotions contained as it was unbecoming for a Deva to display any fury she may feel. She had to hold herself to be better than that. Though even Ilmater felt rage at those who had caused suffering to those who had done such acts as his. Lily let out a sigh. "I'm not going to attack you. What in the name of the Gods are you doing? You are putting your life at risk to protect a child-murdering undead monster. I'd admire your courage if I wasn't too busy being flabbergasted by your stupidity."