Pensive and Elvira; Farron's First Meal
Subject: Re: The wizards plus one; almost to Gully's
After dinner, and after assuring himself that Farron is going to be all right and doesn't need attending to, Sa'id stretches out on his bedroll. He'll do his best to get a decent night's sleep apart from whenever he takes watch.
OOC: I tried to write a turn with more content, but I've just got nothing.
From: Scott
Subject: Re: Leaving the town behind; back to Gully's
Pensive pats his horse's neck and says, "Two days, friend Horse. And then, I won't bother you to crate me around any more."
"Thistle," says an old voice.
"Hello, Elvira," Pensive says, nodding to the old woman.
He sees her glance at the horse, the saddlebags. "You leaving?"
"I am." Pensive notices that her sling is hanging loosely-- unthinking, he reaches out to adjust it, retighten the knot. "How's your wrist?"
"I saw wildmen today," she says. "Wild creatures, red eyes, and bushy hair. . . rumor is, they're going to take us to safety."
She was talking about the halflings. Pensive says, "They're friendly-- well, not really friendly. They won't hurt you, though."
"Ha. Like to see 'em try." She pauses, looking him over. "You're too young to step out to them woods. You should stay here, with the town. It's a foul master that makes his boy follow him on to. . . death." The last word is spoken softly, as if she barely dared say it.
Pensive smiles. "Death follows life. Life and death, they do not matter. They happen, like night and day. What matters is the hope we create between each sunrise."
"You been listening too long to your priest, elf-boy. Life matters. Death, too. You get old, you'll know. You'll learn to claw at life, suck it dry." Elvira's eyes widen-- Pensive feels a stir from the mountain. But the old woman shakes it off. "I'm old and bitter," she says, with a little chuckle. "Too many cold winters.
"Well. Looks like your Lord is leaving you." She nods toward the departing line of Falcons. Pensive sees Garyth and Rennick trotting at the front. "No kiss for an old woman? For luck?"
Pensive touches his fingers to his lips, then presses them against her cheek.
"That will have to do," he says, and lifts himself into the saddle.
"I guess so."
He follows the men into the night.
From: Karl
Subject: Re: The wizards plus one; almost to Gully's
Sorry I haven't responded yet. I've been swamped at work today.
What's Farron's status? HP? Does he have CON damage?
From: Ty
Subject: Re: The wizards plus one; almost to Gully's
I don't have my notes with me, but yes, Farron still has quite a bit of Con damage. His HP are very low right now. Unfortunately, Con damage comes back at a glacial rate. But if you can hook up with Osred, he can fix you up with Restoration prayers.
From: Karl
Subject: Re: The wizards plus one; almost to Gully's
Yeah, I just wanted to know so I understand how he might be feeling (physically) at this point. I'm imagining lost HP would just make him sore (depending on how many HP lost, of course) but lost CON would actually make him feel drained, lethargic, or weak.
From: Karl
Subject: Re: The wizards plus one; almost to Gully's
The smell of the meat and potatoes breaks the gray haze that has plagued Farron's mind all day and replaced it with one loud command: "EAT". So he does. He can't remember food tasting this good. He is acutely aware of every facet of the meal, the savory flavor of the meat, the texture and juices as he chews and swallows, the satisfying slide of each swallow as it heads toward his filling stomach. It is several minutes before he notices Sa'id and Kasen watching him, a mix of concern and almost-laughter in their eyes.
"A man who can eat almost always gets well. It's a good sign." Kasen says.
"Forgive my lack of manners," Farron replies. "I don't think I've ever felt this hungry before." He speaks the second part through a mouthful of meat and potatoes. By the time he finishes, he notices that the others have already stopped eating and set out their bedrolls. His own is also laid out, not far from Sa'id's, but he hadn't noticed which of the others had set it out for him. He tosses an inedible piece of gristle into the fire and slowly moves over to his bedroll.
Farron looks toward Kasen, who appears to be looking out into the darkness, his back to the fire. Sa'id is lying back on his bedroll, his eyes closed. Suddenly Farron feels tired. Almost as tired as he felt hungry before, but thankfully not quite.
"You don't think she'll send more tonight, do you?" he says, loud enough for Sa'id to hear, but mostly to reassure himself.
From: Raja
Subject: Re: The wizards plus one; almost to Gully's
"You don't think she'll send more tonight, do you?"
Sa'id looks up. It's hard to say. She hadn't sent any the night before -- maybe she didn't know the outcome of the battle, maybe she couldn't track them anymore, maybe she didn't have enough power, maybe, maybe, maybe...
"No, I don't," he replies firmly.
From: Matt
Subject: Re: Leaving the town behind; back to Gully's
OOC: Don't have much RP for Rennik here. He's back in his element and focused on finding trail. Nothing special, just being a bloodhound is all, up ahead. Plus, I'm working on setting up my classroom, so I'm a little too pressed to be flowery. :)