To the Marker! No, Wait, to the Mountain!
Subject: Re: Back in the jungle
OOC: Right you are, Scott. OK so Mission gets his crossbow back and Garyth takes Sa'id's.
From: Dan
Subject: Re: Back in the jungle
Cadfael breaks in, "It is good to be under the sun again, I'm afraid we'll be seeing all too much false light soon. There is, however, no point in going back to the marker, it has served its purpose and I must serve mine. I'm anxious to meet my fate."
He tightens his shield and walks off into the jungle in the direction of the temple without looking back at the group, confident that the will follow and not caring if they don't.
From: Ty
Subject: Re: Back in the jungle
Kind of need everyone's reaction to this event before I can write any more turns.
From: Dan
Subject: Re: Back in the jungle
This time I'm not casting Detect Evil, so I should be safe :)
From: Matt
Subject: Re: Back in the jungle
"I do not care if you die, priest. Go your way. Maybe your god will pry you from the jaws of a swamp dragon - or grant you a golden sun chariot to ride freely over the tops of these trees."
Rennik turns to walk back to the marker, then calls over his shoulder.
"When you die, be sure to scream loud enough for me to hear. It will brighten my mood."
From: Scott
Subject: Re: Back in the jungle
What had happened between the tower and the jungle to cause this darkness in Cadfael?
Garth's death at his hands. At Pelor's bidding, or as a tool of Mon Kada. Either way a difficult thing for a man to do. The darkness he'd accused Garth of-- maybe that shadow had found its way into Cadfael's heart.
Maybe what the priest needed right now was not harshness, or hardness-- but warmth. Not the warmth of Pelor's light, shed on all equally-- but the warmth of companionship. Of Blood, blood of friends, blood of those who chose to follow him.
What he needed, perhaps, was the faith of those he travelled with.
And that is the one thing Mission feels almost certain he could not give. He sucks in a breath-- the Path is not straight, neither is it soft. Trust, faith-- in this sand-taken follower of a Pathless god?
Or faith in a man who'd lost his way. Trust in the goodness of someone who was, despite everything, despite how he'd been used and abused by his own Pathless god, was forging ahead, trying to do his duty. To keep his feet on the Path, as best he could.
Mission would take what he could get. When they came out of this, when Promise was in his arms, he would take Cadfael to the Mossground. Well, he'd offer, anyway. And there, perhaps the priest could find the Stone to support his feet.
For now, though, there was the matter of bringing Cadfael back to sanity. Or at least back to the group.
Mission runs to get beyond him-- and to stand passively in front of him. He lays a hand gently on Cadfael's shoulder, and says, "It is a long road to the temple, Cadfael. Actually, from the looks fo things, it doesn't look like there's much of a road at all. It'd be nice, before we set out, to have someone with a big, sharp pointy instrument of some sort to clear the way in front of us, don't you think?" He nods with a grin at Rennick and Garyth.
If Cadfael continues walking, Mission will keep pace with him.