[IC] Haunting Revolutions

[AwesomeZero5]

Bookworm began fiddling around in their pack for something as they approached the carriage.

[Skinner35]

He laughs again, his strength returning. "You guys are good. Now, let's not waste time." He says as he helps Margaret with the needles, then gathers his equipment and heads back to the Carriage. "I will say, the fights ahead... They won't be as forgiving as I was. They will hit to kill."

[Sharidi37495]

"Good thing I do too," Margaret replies, stowing away the needles and getting in the carriage. She frowns slightly, then, as soon as she gets in the carriage, she takes out a normal needle and some thread.

[AwesomeZero5]

Bookworm pulled out a vial full of yellow liquid from their pack. They were quick to down it, even as Ariues spoke. The vial would disappear from Bookworm's hands after being used.

They simply nodded along afterward and got into the carriage.

[Skinner35]

Once they all get settled into the Carriage, they set off. "Okay. The ride ahead is long. Does anyone need to make a stop for equipment or weapons?"

[Sharidi37495]

Margaret sees the vial, looking up from her sewing. She'd been doing it for so long that she didn't need to see what she was doing. "What's that?" she asks Book-worm.

[AwesomeZero5]

a healing potion Bookworm would say to the both of them.
I do not have the funds to buy much. At most we could get potion ingredients if we really need it but it would take time to make.

[Skinner35]

"You don't have to worry, funds aren't an issue. If you need anything, we will get it." He says, not looking back.

[Sharidi37495]

Margaret nods. "Good to know," she mutters to herself, looking out the window as she sews, the healing scar on her cheek illuminated by the natural light.

[Skinner35]

"Also... One thing that I feel as though I need to say. When all Hell breaks loose, fight for your life. Protect each other. We are a team." He says as it starts raining.

[AwesomeZero5]

we may as well get some extra ingredients. It'd be better than using an emergency reserve of one. Plus it would give us something to do. It'll help us in the long run.. and I'll have something more to do if either of you need to shop further.

[Sharidi37495]

Margaret nods. "Understood," she promises in a robotic tone. She looks outside, and sighs. She closes her eyes, still sewing. "I love the smell of rain." She vaguely attempts at starting conversation.

[Shadow Dragon]

They can see faint shapes moving in the darkness.

[Skinner35]

Ariues laughs softly. "Yes. Emergency reserves are always good. Also... Yea, the smell of rain is nice. Since I've lost my sight, smells and sounds are nice. Reminds me that the world continues on around me..." He says in an oddly somber tone. While this Paladin has been seen as either a War Force or a Joke, he is now almost sad in his tone.

[Sharidi37495]

What an odd fellow this Paladin is. Margaret muses. She starts a bit when she looks out the window to see dark shapes, accidentally pricking her finger. "What was that?"

[AwesomeZero5]

someone is approaching. Given our nature and the recent events, we hardly assume taking an unsuspecting approach would be wise. Perhaps hostiles.

Book-worm would try reaching out to the shapes mentally after speaking to Margaret and Ariues. Halt.

They already prepared to attack..

[Skinner35]

"What? What do you see? Where is it? Describe it." He says, quickly stopping the Carriage. "Whatever it is is beyond my sight. I can't see it..." He says, the sadness in his voice turning to worry. He then pulls his sword, which immediately catches Holy flame.

[Shadow Dragon]

One of the figures stumbles forward, tripping, and sprawling out on the ground. "Uhhg." Its clothes are torn and bloody.

[AwesomeZero5]

As far as wevcan tell it's humanoid figures of some sort. We do not wish you to go running to them however. If your eyes struggle to notice them. It simply alarms me more that they are... of a darker nature perhaps. One of them is injured but I'd recommendation cautious approach

Book-worm gestured toward the figures.

[Sharidi37495]

Margaret hyperventilates slightly. "I-It's," she clears her throat. "It's dead, but it's moving. Left of the carriage itself. It... smells like.. it killed something. Someone."