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<GM's note: ...Which they haven't. And it's morning. Say about 10:30 AM or so.
So long as Somm-1 plays Tem as his main character there's little problem. He did make up some NPCs and go off with them on a side quest by himself, though, and that's not what this game is about. As a interlude I suppose it did provide some background and dimention to Tem, but let's not make a habbit of solo adventures, OK people? Remember the rules form page 1: Don't describe the actions of another character (Player-character or NPC) unless it's in terms of an interaction with your player-character. So, for example, you can tell us what Sam the Bartender says to you when you ask for something, but don't describe what he does with someone other than your character. Or, let's say a barroom brawl breaks out and you're in the middle of it. Well, everyone in the brawl is interacting (more or less) with your character so it's fair for you to be able to describe what they were doing as your character was in close proximity to their melee.
The only exception is for the Major NPCs, who are under special GM-only control. Maxwell, Farnham, and Captain Sealem are the three Major NPCs. Lord Dunmoor is a just plot device (that is, I introduced him strictly as a literary device to move the plot forward, not to act as a character in the story). All the other characters you've met are regular old NPCs.
If you're unclear on any of this, PM me and I'll try and clarify it further for you.>

Maxwell and Farnham came to the Healer's tent. Farnham said: Hey, look: Tem's back.Hey Tem, where were you? You were supposed to be watching Prosper when we fought the Dire Wolf, and he nearly died out there. Hey... you're.. you're not a ghost anymore, are you? I can't see through you like before? You got your tenticle back, didn't you?"

Meanwhile, Maxwell went over to Propser and sat down beside him. Captain Sealem was sitting on the side of the bed. "How is he, Captain?"
Captain Sealem said: "He'll be alright. The wound was grave, but the Dwarven healer named Horin did well his job well this day. It was I who nearly failed him. I am his bodyguard, by order of my Emperor, and I nearly failed in that task. I should never have allowed him to get that close to the Dire Wolf. What was I thinking?"
Maxwell nodded: "You are his bodyguard, yes, but you can't protect him from everything; try as you might. Prosper fought bravely today, so don't blame yourself that he was ingured Sealem. He knew what he was getting himself into. We all did.
You know, he did OK for someone who's not trained to use a spear."
"He nearly lost his arm."
"Which is a lot better than some of the Town Watch would have done, and they've had training."
"Point taken."
"Why don't you offer to train him to properly use that spear of his? If you're going to be his bodyguard, you might as well impart some of your skills to him. A body to guard that can defend itself is that much easier to be guarded, am I right?"
Captain Sealem let out a little chuckle: "Yes, I suppose is at that. You are right, or course: I do him no good by blaming myself for what happened. I shall offer to instruct him.. it seems the proper thing to do. I'm sure the Emperor would approve."
Ah, look, he awakens.
Master Proper, thank the Great Maker you are all right. How do you feel? Can I get you anything?"

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Tem walked over to Prosper. "Do you know if he'll be okay? If he's feeling pain, I suppose I could cut off the nerve connection for a few hours, but I only have minimal experience in it. And don't even Think about my duty. I have some info: Squiddly Man Mountain has been taken over by the Nu'Tek Family, and possibly the Drow. How much could have happened when I was last gone?"

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Maxwell said: "Just how long were you gone, Tem?"

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"The way I reckon it, about 40 years, 50 years tops."said Tem, "My friends were my elite squad sent to slay th Dire Wolf, and its controllers, the Drow.

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I lost the state spelling bee in FIFTH PLACE!!

Horin got out of the chair, where he had been asleep for the past hour, awoken by the sound of voices. "Ah, he is awake" Horin said before Prosper spoke, adding "I'll get some food, there may be some stew left in the pot in the middle of the camp. Horin grabbed a spoon and a bowl from his desk and left to get the food.

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Prosper's eyes opened slowly. He coughed a dry cough, and it all came back to him. The search, the beast, the fight. He tried to sit up, but a wave of nausia forced him down again. He looked up at his elders.
"I'm sorry, I should've stayed closer to the group. I hope I 'avent been too much trouble. I've probably I messed things up for the party's funds abit, 'avent I?" His arm felt numb and he couldn't move it. He was afraid of what he would see if he looked. He coughed again. "Can I get some water, please?"

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Horin returned, carrying a wooden cup overspilling with water, and a bowl of stew. "Here you go, Prosper, drink slowly, let it moisten your throat, don't move too much, you've lost alot of blood."

<OOC>I'm giving Somm-1 limited control of my character, in case I'm not on and it's holding up the story, conversation, and limited at that, no actions shall be taken on by part from him, just small conversation, so if he posts on my behalf (He'll be logged on as me, we're friends in RL), and he will provide a notice before posting that it's him, and not me. Thank you SOMMY!.</OOC>

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Marcus had eaten quite a bit of stew now, and was stuffed. He lay down with his back on the Big Cooking Pot.

"Those elves make some good stew, eh, Hal?" The Lizzard turned to Maxwell.

"So, Sir, what's next on our journey? Giants? Dragons? A Sea Monster?"

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<Are Maxwell and Marcus in the same area?>

Prosper drank with immense gratitude. It was difficult to hold himself back, the water was so clear and sweet. But he put the cup down half full, with a good amount of reluctance, and thanked the dwarf.
He then steeled himself to look at his left arm. What he saw made him want to retch. The arm was a mass of red scars and puncture marks, and what was left of his tunic was stuck in dried blood. Some of the arm carried a dull numbing sense, while others twinged with pain akin to a scrape. Prosper tried to move his arm, but all in vain. Again he tried, and this time he was rewarded with a small twitch, but pain held him back the rest of the way. He tasted bile, but forced it down. He didn't want to vomit in front of the adults. Turning to Horin, he said; "I'm sorry sir, you know my name, but I haven't heard your's 'afore."

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[OOC: Yes, since they're both talking to Tem.]

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Michael was still wondering about the ring and its properties and he decided one of the best ways to understand it is to find out where it came from, so he decided to ask Eruantian how he got it.

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However, Eruantian was still in a trance of some sort, which was starting to baffle a few people. Although, he was starting to show signs other than just mere unconciousness. At times he would shiver, sort of like he was out in the cold. At other times his breath would quicken and his heart would pound as if he was excerting high ammounts of physical energy. Apparently his mind was being occupied in some manner, but how and why?

Whatever he was experiencing was obviously more bearable than what was evidently at first the Dire Wolf's doing, but it would have been nice to know what exactly it was or if it would ever end. Was it the Dire Wolf's magic that forced him into a trance that the ring took control of? Was it the ring that forced him into a trance that the Dire Wolf had at first tainted? Was the whole thing a reaction between the ring's magic and that of the Dire Wolf that neither alone was capable of? No one could tell, they could only wait and see what would happen next.

Maxwell was glad Prosper was alright. He said: "You did well, Prosper. It was very brave of you to fight the Dire Wolf. Our party's funds are doing well enough, actualy. Lord Dunmoor gave us all 10 gold coins each as payment for slaying the Dire Wolf. I held on to your share for you untill now, so here you are. Oh, and this good Dwarf is called Horn Hammerhand, and he's a cleric and healer. You lost a lot of blood, and you'd probably have died if Horin hadn't used his magic to heal you. We're lucky to have him with us."
Maxwell handed a small leather purse containing the ten gold coins to Propser.
"A tidy sum, that; if I do say so myself. Don't spend it all in once place, aye? Now, you don't worry about anything, just rest and get your strength back; That's an order, you hear? When you're better, we're gonna go check out Squiddy Man Mountain, but right now we need to get you back to full strength.
Tem says some rival faction has taken over his home city and I'll just bet the Drow are behind it. The High Flayers would be excellent allies. If we can get them to ally with Skarae Brae and Suldeneselar against the Drow it would go a long way to stoping the Drow's invasion of the surface world. Personally, I don't care who rules Squiddy Man mountain, but if the current rulers are being backed by the Drow then that makes them our enemies.
Now, what's the deal with Eruntian, Horin? Um, that's the Half-Elf laying unconscious over there. Yeah, him. They guy with the Magic Ring that won't come off. Um, he wasn't wearing a herbalist's necklace like the rest of us, so he was vulnerable to the Dire Wolf's paralysing stare. But.. the Dire Wolf is dead, so he should have been freed from the magic, shouldn't he?"

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Marcus shrugged. "I dunno, sir. But he needs to see the Herb man. Now if you'll excuse me," Marcus got up and started walking, "I have some...business to take care of."

The Lizzardboy made his way to the Black Claw camp and requested that he see the Chief of the Black Claw mercenaries. Marcus was let in.

Sir, I must talk with you about something important, he began in Lizzard-tongue. I don't know if you heard the news.

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<OOC> This is Somm-1, who happens to know Droideka's password(he knows mine). Well, Droideka is usually asleep or at least not on at this hour, and he did give me permission to speak for him at times, so I guess since this applies to my character, I should do as he said and give a simple answer to someone's question to keep the story moving. I shall try my best to make Horin reply as Droideka would have him. I hope this is acceptable. </OOC>


Horin ran his fingers through his long, long beard and showed an expression of bewilderment and aggitation on his face. He responded "Well, master Maxwell, I've never seen anything quite like this before. I can't seem to find anything wrong with him. I don't believe he is in any immediate danger, though not much is predictable at this point. Whatever this is will just have to run its course. One thing I can say for sure is that removing the ring is not an option. There isn't much I can do that I can think of other than preventing him from starting a fire. Perhaps if we keep his hand over a stone or bricks..."

<OOC> Droideka, checking in, looks good</OOC>

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"I can make some ethereal ones, and you could probably get some real ones." said Tem, "then there's the problem of food. That stewpot's not infinite, and we need to get out of town eventually. I say we investigate squiddly man mountain. Ixleflerb could teleport us all there."

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Maxwell shook his head: "We've got money for food, Tem. That's not a problem. Besides, we need to find out what's wrong with Eruntian before we move him. Prosper should be be up and around in a few days, so we need to wait 'till at least then.
But, I'm glad you're back, Tem. We need a bit of mind-reading done. Tem, can you and your high-flayer friends take a look at Eruntian's mind and see what's what? Perhaps if you make telepathic contact with him he'll wake up, or at least be able to give us some clue as to what's wrong with him."

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Marcus waited patiently for the Black Claw chief's response.

[OOC: And cue Sarge?]

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Taryn, having gotten bored of waiting for Eruantian to wake up again, like, for real, had checked in on Prosper just as he came to. "You're just the Indestructable Boy, now, aren't you," she remarked casually. "Must be nice to know you've got bodyguards." She then went on her way, finding Acedia curled in the fetal position and slowly rocking to-and-fro behind the tent. "Something wrong?"

"AGH! Don't do that!" Acedia gave a small sob.

"Something's wrong."

"People keep appearing out of nowhere and talking to me and freaking me out!" Acedia wailed, trying her hardest to absorb herself through her own abdomen. Or something of that nature. That's certainly what it looked like she was trying to do.

"You need food," Taryn diagnosed with a sharp nod. She was unaware of the existance of food in the camp, having a very diminished sense of smell. The tall woman produced a small baggie of cherries and offered the fruits to her friend, who gratefully accepted them.

"Have you any bread or cheese?"

Taryn could only shake her head and frown. "Sorry."

"Oh. Thank you for the cherries." Acedia ate one, carefully spitting out the pit, and then got to her feet, feeling a little better.

"The boy Prosper has come to," Taryn reported, as Acedia proceeded to eat the cherries. "The ice delivery man is in some kind of trance or something, and Tem's back, with a pretty ragtag band of friends along too."

"I, er, I noticed. How fares Prosper?"

"Alright. His arm isn't pretty, but he should live."

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<OOC> If you don't mind, Sarge, I would like to decribe what Tem sees or if he sees anything at all when looking into Eruantian's thoughts.</OOC>

<GM's Note: Sorry, I was busy. Real-world stuff.>
"News?" said the Black Claw captain. "What news?"

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<GM's Note: Go for it.>

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Marcus swallowed a lump in his throat the size of a watermelon. Don't let my red kilt mislead you, good Sir. I am actually from the Green Claw. I am the one named Marcus who ran away the night before I was to be Spun Out from my Circle. Marcus Donaldson. I don't know if I can ever return back to our society. You and your mercenaries are the first Lizzards I've met since I ran away.

The Lizzardboy knelt down. Please accept my apology.

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Prosper couldn't figure out if what Taryn had said was a compliment or an insult, but he decided not to dwell on it, choosing over it the happier news of his newfound wealth.
10 crown. Add that to what the party had recived earlier and you got 20. Prosper smiled, compared to what he had had when he had joined, nothing, he was a very rich young lad. In fact, he suspected he was richer than some of the areas farmers! Prosper smiled, and he soon forgot his injury in the release of sleep.

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Horin walked away, trying to find a metal pot or a large piece of stone to set Eruantian's hand on to keep his bed from catching fire. He found a metal cup near the big cooking pot and brought it back to his tent, setting Eruantian's hand on it and tying it down with a piece of chord (lightly, of course). Before leaving to get somethign to eat, he looked at Prosper's arm again "Yes, that'll heal up rather nicely, need to put a bandage on it though." Looking around he spotted a length of cloth lying on the ground underneath the bed, "This'll do" and tied it around Prospe's wounded arm, being careful not to wake him up. "Hope he didn't notice the taste of that stew, lizzardman must have eaten with his hands" and walked away. Nearing the center of the camp, he thought he heard the sound of someone crying. Deciding to wait for the food, he headed toward the sound, seeing the woman called Taryn with another one, that he had not seen before.
"What's the matter?" He asked softly, his brow showing concern.

<OOC> just a note, that was directed toward the Acedia, not Taryn </OOC>

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"Noth-nothing," managed Acedia, tucking the pouch of cherries into her own carrying-pouch. "Just a bit overwhelmed, is all. These last three days have been the most exciting in my life."

"What about the time when--"

Acedia's slender hand affixed itself firmly over Taryn's mouth. "As I said...these past three days have been quite overwhelming and the scope of it all has really just now established itself." Pause. Then she realized she had no idea who this dwarf was. "Oh, I apologize. My name is Acedia. Taryn and I are traveling with Master Maxwell's party. Or, rather, Taryn is traveling with us. Uh, and you are?"

Oh, how the unprepared tend to babble. The soft hiss of sizzling flesh sounded and Acedia's hand snapped back away from Taryn's face. "You burnt me!"

"You wouldn't let go."

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The Black Claw mercenary captain said: "I am of the Black Claw circle, and so what the Red Claw or the Green Claw do in their circles is really none of my affair. Still, I am curious; why were you spun out of your circle? Who did you offend?"

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Horin didn't notice the last part, his stomach rumbled and he said:
"Names Horin, a healer. Nice to meet you, Acedia, care for some food?"

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Acedia was gently blowing on her slightly-blistered palm. "Pleased to meet you as well, Horin," she replied. "Food? Certainly! Something other than cherries, I hope?" she said, asking the last part with a concerned tone of voice.

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"Aye, I think there is some stew in the middle of the camp, the lizzardman ate out of the pot I think, there should be some salted pork, possibly some eggs, don't know if the lizzardman ate those too, follow me" With that he walked toward the center of the camp, looking for the chest with his own personal food and utensils.

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