Editing Volume One: The Vampire of the Dungeons (section)

====<big>Traveling the Jeweled Road to Adagalasck and Aztalios of Azcala</big>====

*'''Michael James Watson'''
Carston stood near the stables, checking the outfitting of the horses. In the time he had worked for Lord Realmer their trips had trips had been in the city. A rough city at times to be sure, but there was nothing like taking to the road on horse back to make a warrior feel like a professional.  
Gangdis had instructed the grooms as to packing. He picked the horses too before leaving. Drunken old sot he may be but he knows his horse flesh.  
"Groom! Take these to the courtyard. Ill be back with provender. 
An hour latter with supplies in the arms of some of the castle pages he arrives to see a surprising figure by his horses..  
"Sir?" Carston asks. The slight fop in fox furs turns, nods and hands a card forward. 
"Carston... When you reach your destination.. and pass the border, have your employers call me.. But don't give him the card till then. I have advice on the matter."
Watching his back, Carston thinks, not for the first time, that meddling in the business of royalty is dangerous at the best of times.
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
Realmer would have viewed the courtyard via one of Bob's 'remote eyes' to check the progress of his 'party' from time to time while packing. Once things appeared to be ready he would finish up and prepare to departure. Once he finished packing what he thought he might need into the many pockets of his Sorcerer's Robe, he also tossed a few extra items and a couple of tomes into an old worn leather backpack and slings it across his back. He summons his Scrimshawed Staff to his right hand and looks around the room one last time. He summons Bob with a mental command; Bob floats over and hovers above his left shoulder then Shape Shifts into an albino raven, now perched upon Realmer's shoulder. "Bob, the courtyard." Realmer says and waits for Bob to deliver them their. Using his Trump Powers, Bob 'teleports' them to the courtyard, but not to the place the Trump in the Deck does. They arrive to the side of one of the entrance ways to the courtyard, allowing them the opportunity to observe the goings on before being observed.(Realmer may not have viewed the fop in fox furs as he only checked in periodically, but Bob would have seen him; his eyes are always watching...)
*'''Michael James Watson'''
Bob notices when he trumps into the courtyard that he is observed by the Courtyards guards.
*'''Michael James Watson'''
Carston nods as you arrive.. "Gangdis isn't here but he isn't too late.
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
Realmer glances around the courtyard, yet again impressed by the Elites awareness. He advances and glances over the horses and gear then looks to Carston.
"I'm sure he will be along shortly. Did he brief you?" Realmer asks looking the man over a little more critically then before, reassessing him before the 'adventure' begins.
*'''Michael James Watson'''
"Yes. a long ride to approach a blockaded Realm. I've supplies for a week though as i understand its not that long a ride. Ah..... There he is.
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
Realmer nods at Carston's comments, "Excellent. It is always good to be prepared and over supplied." Realmer looks to where Carston is looking.
*'''Michael James Watson'''
Gangdis comes into the courtyard laughing, a wine skin in his hand. He seems to be talking animatedly to the woman with him. He seems to have a young girl with him, thin, tight leathers, pale straw hair with a variety of hair dyes splotches. She seem almost skipping as she talks to Gangdis
*'''Michael James Watson'''
"Ah! Lord Realmer, let me introduce you to Tesa Resa...a friend of mine from the Harbor district. She'll do."
*'''Michael James Watson'''
Tesa, "Ak, Gangdis, you old drunken fart!? you can't go telling him I'll do! We don't know if I'll be paid enough to do him. Sorry, Lord, he forgets himself when hes been,,,,ah,,,,awake...."
*'''Michael James Watson'''
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
Realmer assesses the woman as they approach. He smiles and chuckles then says, "Pleased to meet you, Tesa. Drop the Lord and just call me Realmer, since we will be traveling together. And I'm sure you'll be paid enough for your services, most likely overpaid... but I'm not looking for personal services on this outing." Realmer chuckles and continues. (mt)
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
"I'm not exactly sure what I will encounter or what situations I will be in while traveling; so I will need someone who is stealthy and good at getting into and out of places unnoticed. Since Gangdis has brought you here I am hoping you have the skills I need. Name your price and your terms."
*'''Michael James Watson'''
"My price? I suspect a pocket of gold would be nice and i expect expenses to be paid of course. I expect a fair pick of treasures though I suppose you'll take the important pieces. Gany was unclear why you needed an assassin but i suppose that's your business. When you declare a mark i will do the how and you can keep the why to yourself. As for my "Personal" services? All my services are personal. If someone needs to die i suppose the Unicorn and the Fates have already made the call and ill deliver the message. Till then, I'll get into any locked place you find me"
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
Realmer looks Tesa over again then says, "An assassin? Excellent." He then looks to Gangdis and says "An assassin... more than I was looking for but good thinking. Well done." He looks back to Tesa, "I agree to your terms and performance bonuses are quite likely." He reaches inside one to the large pockets of his robe and pulls out a small sack of gold that is clearly more than a pocketful and tosses it to her.
*'''Michael James Watson'''
She catches it with a nod.. "One more thing.. Though...its a bit embarrassing, and maybe a few days on the road would make it less creepy.. I'm a bit of a fan girl for Amberites. Are you familiar with the Deck Game among the normals of the kingdom?"
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
Realmer is a collector of rumors and does 'prowl' the city at night and hears all sorts of things... he has surely heard of it, perhaps even looked into the rules.
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
"Well, I have been accused of being creepy myself, but find little creepy, myself."
*'''Michael James Watson'''
Non-magical copies of the King random Decks are available all over. Citizens buy them and have Amberites autograph their cards.
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
"And yes, I have heard of the Deck Game... and I would be pleased to sign your copy of my card." Realmer does not even wait for her to produce it before reaching inside a pocket and pulls out a stylus and ink pot... he is a bit old fashioned that way.
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
The stylus is carved from bone, scrimshawed like his staff. The ink is black with a slight purplish, reddish hue; it dries almost instantly.
*'''Michael James Watson'''
She chuckles, produces a deck in a magicians move. Shuffles out your card.
*'''Michael James Watson'''
gang "We should be on our way then.. Many a mile before sleep. We should make Diega Raks by nightfall if we push"
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
He signs it 'Relmopator Barimen' in a fine script. "I agree, we should be on our way."
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
Realmer easily pulls himself into the saddle of the horse chosen for him by Gangdis. He rests the butt of the staff in the right stirrup and adjusts his weight and posture... it has been awhile since he as been in the saddle. He leads his group out of the courtyard and out of the City.
*'''Michael James Watson'''
The road is wide and colorful . And its hard to really draw attention in Amber but the group of you do. Tesa seems to disappear under a hooded cloak, arching in such a way to look more shoulderish, manly. The time passes and few interfere
*'''Michael James Watson'''
A hard ride at a reasonable rate covers a lot of ground.
*'''Michael James Watson'''
Arriving at Diega Raks, the 4 of you find it busy as always but able to accommodate the 4 four of you. Tesa, says she'll be by the horses at dawn but she has people here to see unless you need her personal services
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
Realmer chuckles at Tesa's comment and says to have a good night and be careful. Realmer makes sure Gangdis and Carston are set for coin then he is off to his room before getting a meal, to check the room over and 'freshen up'. Bob would leave behind a remote viewing eye immediately or at least before leaving for dinner.
(Q: Did Bob notice the fop in fox fur? If so, he would mention it to Realmer since is it obvious Tesa is the 'Padfoot' he hired and not this fellow giving cards to Carston.)
*'''Michael James Watson'''
Morning at the Raks finds Tesa with Gangdis, fitting the horses. Packs strapped into places, water buckets removed and set to the Raks grooms. Looking up Gang walks up, "Yes sir.. nice to get on the road early. Long day... We should get past Wiermon before dark. Smooth travel.. Its been a long time since i got blisters on my bottom. If we decide to stop early, we can find a waymet I'm certain."
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
"As you see fit; I trust your judgment. I will have Bob scout things out from overhead. I'm sure it won't be necessary but best to be prepared." Realmer nods to Tesa and looks around for Carston. "How were both of your evenings?" he asks of the two present.
*'''Michael James Watson'''
The day goes by fast, a leisurely rate. The shadows shift but the road remains its colorful self.
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
Realmer studies the phenomenon that is the Jeweled Road at a Psychic level... feeling it flow from one shadow to the next without him doing the shifting. A fascinating experience to be sure.
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
Realmer does mention that though he has grown used to nice accommodations they are not required and if needed will even camp under the stars... but he has a spell that could take care of accommodations if desired.
*'''Michael James Watson'''
Tesa-"Well, one thing I've learned that will be news at the gaming table... you're aren't a Vampire. No one was sure...Of course Amberite Vampires might be OK with light..."
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
Realmer chuckles and says, "In the Shadow where I come from there are Magics that will protect a Vampyr from sunlight; if I were a Vampyr I would certainly obtain or create such an artifact." He smiles fiendishly but does not confirm or deny the Vampire debate.
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
"Plus, I hear there are Shadows where a topical cream has been created called 'sunblock' that could prove useful for a Vampyr." He adds offhandedly.
*'''Michael James Watson'''
Carton-"Jeremy Fairhand created Sunlight Stones on Tosa that make one invulnerable to sunlight effects of all kinds. Vampires love them. Of course their creation was a trap. A Vampire King stole their secrets and made tens of thousands of them. Gave them to his army and they attacked the City of Wall. Once they were engaged Jeremy Fairhand dispelled them all. Turned out the complicated combination of material components used had a simple counter combination. Piles of dust with piles of magical item in them for everyone to have. "
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
"An excellent trap; impressive. Yes, magical protections can have failings, I won't disagree. But any Vampyr worth his or her salt would certainly have more than one way to protect against the weakness that Vampyr's have. Plus, there are more than one kind of Vampire... perhaps not all have an aversion to sunlight."
*'''Michael James Watson'''
Carston-"Well, Jeremy had to become a vampire to figure it out. But he fixed later.
*'''Michael James Watson'''
As the long time floats toward dusk, a flashing light shines on the north. Leaping from shadow off the road come a dozen Jaguars, ridden by fur coated warriors. They leap as if falling down the well of the world. A pair on each of the four of you.
Carston is bowled over, drawing his blade and going fully defensive but being hard pressed.
Tesa, turns in the saddle and seems to fade into the shadow beneath the horse. The last sight of her is a long black thin blade dragging along the armored belly of one of the jaguars. Its innards falling out explosively with a foul stench.
Gangdis drops his mug and grabs one of the riders, throwing him from the back of the beast and replacing him. Driving a dagger into the back of its head and leaping free as it crumbles below him. He lands, draws his long blade, shaking his head unclear at why he is suddenly standing covered in blood
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
Realmer most likely is taken by surprise and possibly knocked off his horse, but his Robe's flight ability may keep him from hitting the ground... also the Robe should prevent damage from most attacks. He will focus on the nearest attacker and release a Magic Missile Spell upon him/her... pretty much turning the body into little bits from the explosion of the multiple missiles... if not turning it into goo from the amount of damage.
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
The Spell is released from Satura's Ring where it is Racked
*'''Michael James Watson'''
The robe had the barest moment too sense danger since the danger was in the Well of Worlds, falling till the moment it entered the universe around you. You sense a bit of embarrassment from it as you slam beneath the jaguars but the cloak flows you away to deliver your spells. two more fall to the ground and leap, at terminal velocity and at the end of a long fall. one rider from the first leap turn and leap at you. the other two take time to orient, turning ad leaping at the confused Gangdis.
You note as you orient that a Carston is hard pressed defending himself but is holding his own. He has his heater shield and sword out. The horses seem to be dancing, not warhorses, but horses of Amber, trained to fight, they seem to be doing well but taking wounds
*'''Michael James Watson'''
From a shadow beneath a horse a blade slips out and crosses the throat of one of the warriors, unaware a foe was there.
*'''Michael James Watson'''
Gangdis cleaves one of the jaguars head from its body, a confused look on his face as he sidesteps and grabs a warrior from the back of another jaguar, and throwing him into another rider and beast causing them to tumble. He steps closer to you. "REALMER!!!!"
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
{Assault Strike!} Realmer thinks to his familiar and his artifacts.
Bob releases a Lightning Bolt Spell that Realmer Racked there; a multi-forked stroke from the heavens striking multiple foes.
The Ring releases a Fountain of Fire Spell at those directly in front of Realmer, possibly incinerating those in its range.
At the same moment the Ring released it's spell, so did the Robe, a Grease Spell on the ground under those rushing Realmer.
The Staff releases a Deep Freeze against those that are ganging up on Carston, slowing them severely if not freezing them in place.
Realmer releases a Lightning Bolt Spell as well, again a multi-forked thing but this one shooting from his outstretched hand and striking all foes and jaguars but missing all friends and horses.
*'''Michael James Watson'''
Lighting strikes among a collection of beasts and men singing them well but not slaying any. They look startled as further attacks land on them. Its rare they encounter such magic.
The Fountain spell rages among those the lightning scared ones dropping a mixture of man and beast to the ground.
The man on the beast last to arrive howls mystic commands..
The chilled ones in front of Carton lose their round and lose a rider and beast to sharp head strikes from behind a unpainted shield.
A cloak moving like fabric smoke in the wind moves along the ground from the belly of a horse to slide behind a tree. From the other side flashes of black steal spikes fly true to the eyes of one of the beast, dropping one of the beasts.
The group before you is sufficiently wounded to not take the time to further their own attacks.
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
Realmer focuses on the newcomer howling mystic commands, he unleashes a Magic Drain Spell upon him, basically preventing his magic and spells from working.
*'''Michael James Watson'''
since the effect he sent occurred immediately, and was not casting magic.
*'''Michael James Watson'''
Realmer notes Gangdis fighting a pair of jaguars. Carston drops one man from a beast and cuts a beast mightily.
*'''Michael James Watson'''
Tesa flows under her shadow cloak, seemly a matter of stage magic rather then actual magic, flowing over wounded men and beasts leaving dead ones behind
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
Bob was in Albino Raven form initially, but it is now in its True Form of a Beholder, but enlarged to a bit bigger than a human head. From its aerial vantage point determines more help is needed so releases a spell meant to Conjure an Empowered Group of Monsters. They will be Invulnerable, Deadly Damage, Amber level Combat Skills, Tireless Stamina and Amber level Strength... a dozen Bugbear Corpses seemingly spring from the ground and begin attacking the enemies and their jaguars.
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
(these are not actually undead, they are just conjured constructs meant to inspire fear and creepiness)
*'''Michael James Watson'''
The bugbears dig into the beast mostly and the riders slay as they can, but the dozen pairs seem rather ravaged and damaged.
*'''Michael James Watson'''
Carston seems most pressed but still holding his own. Gangdis steps clear and grabs a horses bridle and swings up into the seat. Tesa is not to be seen.
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
Realmer hurls his Staff into the fray of men and beasts in front of Carston; it turns into a Displacer Beast... kind of looks undead. It begins attacking using hit and run/displace techniques
*'''Michael James Watson'''
a piercing bell sounds and a shape falls out of the Well of Worlds and lands in a superhero three point pose.. Rising , a trio of Jaguars around his feet. Visions of hearts torn from chests appear. Grays ,gray feathers, a long obsidian knife in one hand, a staff slithering with snakes in the other.. a headdress that reeks of malice.
*'''Michael James Watson'''
Tesa falls aside her cloak losing its shadow,, she pedals as he steps over to her, the obsidian knife falling.
*'''Michael James Watson'''
a clink of black mithril scrapes along volcanic glass, making a screeching noise like the death of fire spirits..
*'''Michael James Watson'''
Tesa seems to be parrying out of training, trembling in fear long forgotten
*'''Michael James Watson'''
Gangdis leaps man and horse, two swords in his hands striking. Aztalios places the staff between him and the mounted Gangdis. His staff of snakes flowing to cover him and horse with writing snakes, biting, sucking, poisoning\
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
Realmer focuses on the new threat in a headdress and releases a Strength Drain Spell upon him and hopefully making him weak as a normal Human and the Ring hits him with a Paralysis Spell. Bob will unleash a Magic Missile Spell causing many tiny darts to strike Aztalios and explode upon impact.
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
The Staff in Displacer Beast form and the Bugbears continue to help Carston and others in the area
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
The Robe releases a Bodily Defense Spell upon Realmer in anticipation of trouble; protects against all forms of physical and magic attacks, magic spells and effects, bio-hazards, poisons, etc.
*'''Michael James Watson'''
“Amber blood......” Turning to stand facing, stepping clear of Tesa, forgotten. The writhing snakes forgotten though Gandsis pulls and snaps them in two with squeezes tossing the bodies aside. The battle of Elite and Snakes seems even.
The headdress shivers from gray feathers to colorfully vivid ones as magic passes over him, harmlessly, he breathes in, colors inhaled like smoke as the feathers return to gray. Tendrils of testing Psyche toy at the edges of your perception.
Carston runs and pulls Tesa back, her fragile psyche overwhelmed. His holding on by not much more.
“.... and an Amber heart.... for the fire... for my powers.... What shall the Priests of the Unicorn put on your pale stone, pale one? Shall we parlay before battle? Or have they told you no secrets worth telling?”
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
Realmer recalls a gift from Xorit, a bag of marbles that turn into Ice Orcs.... the Robe slips the bag out of the left sleeve inner pocket and into Realmer's hand... tie already loosened. Realmer does not draw any marbles but does keep them in mind.
Realmer braces his mind as he feels the touch of Aztalios' Psyche testing his own... he prepares for Psychic Battle... "What is there to talk about? You want my blood. You want my heart. You want to make a sacrifice in fire. What could I say that would sway your plans? You have attacked me and mine with deadly intent and I shall return in kind."
*'''Michael James Watson'''
"You and yours ride the Road of Blood. Why would you not be fodder? But, the Jaguar cultists here picked merely an unsuspectingly stout foe. By summoning me their leader may have saved his life but will endure torment for his failure.. I've never met an Amberite. in the flesh... Only our diplomats go to Mandalay where the rebel Amberites wait.. Still, a second time i ask your name. "
*'''Michael James Watson'''
Bob tells you that Carston has an small archery weapon aimed at the back of this thing's head
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
"My name is Nobody. No. Baw. Dee." Realmer read the Oddessy and was impressed by some of Odysseus' simple trickery to defeat foes. Plus he does know there can be Power in Names. Bob's sent thought gets a fleeting 'not yet' but Realmer's mind seems very focused on Aztalios and what is about to happen next.
*'''Michael James Watson'''
"NoBawDee? So that makes you an equal to all the others of your blood. Save possibly Brand. You think i work naming magic? No, i am not one of the subtle ones. I am not Mictlantecuhtli, who knows the powers of the way and holds all the heart-fires and knows the names of the living and the dead.. I am Aztalios, Warrior of the Jaguar, and I'll shall ask one more time. Parlay and your name."
*'''Michael James Watson'''
"Show me your Sigil...and ill show you mine"
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
"Now that I have your name I shall share my own; I am Lord Relmopator Barimen of Amber. And to see my sigil I must see your first."
*'''Michael James Watson'''
Snakes flow off Gangdis, though may litter the ground below him and his horse
*'''Michael James Watson'''
He nods. Turning he looks to Carston. He holds a very efficient looking large bore pistol in both hands...
*'''Michael James Watson'''
Aztalios raises and eyebrow, turning back to you. 'not all of Amber depend on the sword i see. And i agree to your terms. Though...Sacrifice must be made yet." The snakes flow up to the staff which he swings to rest on his back, shrinking to cudgel size
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
Realmer does not summon his Staff back but leaves it to roam and protect as the Displacer Beast... the Bugbears stands at the ready... Bob floats above paying attention to everyone.
*'''Michael James Watson'''
He turns quickly to the Cult leader. Stepping to him the obsidian knife slips in quickly, a popping sound follows and he steps back , knife dangling on a lanyard, beating heart in his palm. Turning to face you, heart in one hand beating.. He raises his other, the red yellow glow of the Sigil of Azcala appearing.. Your knowledge of the arts show he has a half dozen strong spells hung, though their bindings look old. two spells are active enough to need a small, probably mental Lynchpin.
*'''Michael James Watson'''
"The sign of Azcala. The heart for my Lord Tonacat, Power for me. heart Fire for the God of the Underworld, Mictlantecuhtli"
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
Realmer raises his right hand, the Sigil of the Pattern appears about his wrist like a band (think Dr. Strange); more than a dozen spells hung, all very powerful, all fresh, all with a hair trigger (lol). "The Sign of the Pattern, the Power of my Grandfather. Power for me and all my Kin."
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
"The terms of Parlay have been met; speak your piece, Aztalios."
*'''Michael James Watson'''
"Peace? Piece? I was having a chola with pepper a few moments ago, my staff on my back, my snakes asleep, a service to be held in a few hours, and then this one called me. He failed his faith to seek hearts in my name and paid the price. His soul will dance in the dark halls till the Jubilee.. till the Red Sword raises us to bring temples of the heart to Amber. As for parlay, i merely wished to take this time to see what it is we fight. Tell your pistoleer that though he is bold to stand so, and has my respect for it, his weapon will only jar me, not harm me. "
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
"No need, you just did. And if you are wise, you will depart now and save us all a lot of blood and hassle. For we were just peacefully traveling the Jeweled Road, enjoying the evening and our own company when your men disturbed our pleasant travels. The Souls of all we have killed are MINE to do with as _I_ wish. Let us hope yours is not added to them."
*'''Michael James Watson'''
"Pale.. Pale one.. Such a boast... If you dabble in souls you will find none here. They gave theirs to the Underworld long ago. Pray yours does not join them. " Lowering his sigil, the heart erupts in fire, quickly consumed. He seems to inhale the smoke and puff his chest.. Looking to each of your group he kneels by the leader, his belt slithers up Azt's arm. He pulls a pair of bracers from his wrists and a chain form his neck..
*'''Michael James Watson'''
He slides the obsidian blade in his sheath..
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
Damn Looting Bastard, Realmer thinks to himself
*'''Michael James Watson'''
'These others have trinkets. I shan't contest your right to them. Their leaders i keep. His family will undoubted wish to know his failure since they will pay his price as well
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
"Fair enough." Realmer says without emotion.
*'''Michael James Watson'''
"There are many places Amber and Azcala do not yet war. Perhaps we shall share Chola there one day.. til then, the Well of Worlds awaits. He steps off the road and a circular hole appears. He steps over and into it, falling., the hole closes behind him
*'''Michael James Watson'''
Carston walks to a wounded beast, his pistol erupting, putting its misery at an end. He does the same to another.
*'''Michael James Watson'''
Carston-"The horses we can save, but i didn't think we wanted pet jaguars?"
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
Realmer pulls the drawstring tight on the bag of Ice Orc marbles and puts them back up his sleeve pocket. Realmer commands the Staff/Displacer Beast to help Carston in killing the wounded.
"Correct. But perhaps the meat would be useful. Take what you want from them and divide it amongst yourselves" he says looking over the bodies with his Pattern Vision, his sigil still up, for any magic items for traps/spells on the bodies.
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
Realmer will also pull out flasks with Healing Potions and jars with Healing Poultices he made himself for his wounded companions. If needed, he may loan Satura's Ring for Regeneration if it is really needed.
*'''Michael James Watson'''
The bracers appear magic, not powerful. Each the men and beasts shared a similar ear piercing.
*'''Michael James Watson'''
Tesa- "Well, what by the fuuken gods of the seas was that guy?"
*'''Michael James Watson'''
Carston-"These are Bracers of ACO. Something like them.. I wear a set myself though mine are of Yorkian magic. We shouldn't wear these till they are purified someplace.. Not much else.. "
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
"The matching earrings, man and beast are also magic... linked most likely."
*'''Michael James Watson'''
Gangdis-"Communication items.. There are a lot of those out toward the center.. They should be purified too though.. Ill pass on all of that. Carston or if you or Tesa, want the coin those bracers might bring, I'll recoup you."
*'''Michael James Watson'''
Tesa-"No thanks.. anything making you folks nervous is above my pay grade"
*'''Michael James Watson'''
Gang-"Well, Sir, i suggest we start a common pyre and get on toward the waymet.. We've lost some times and frazzled some nerves.. And i could use several drinks"
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
"I'm sure I could purify them, but I'm not sure it's worth the effort. And I will cover any value lost myself. Now if needed. And yes, a pyre is a good idea. Let us make haste, I think we could all use a drink or two, besides these." Realmer hands out potions to each as he knows each took some sort of damage.
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
The Bugbears collect the bodies and put them in a pile then disappear at Realmer's command. The Displacer Beast becomes a small Fire Drake and breaths fire onto the pyre of bodies until they are all cooking nicely.
*'''Michael James Watson'''
Gangdis. "Very well, then lets take the magic and burn the rest. We can't leave possibly dangerous magic items just laying around for anyone to find."
*'''Michael James Watson'''
Tesa is impressed, not used to being around such displays of magic
*'''Michael James Watson'''
Carston looks over the horse, calming them, Cloaking their eyes,seeing to the healing. with you
*'''Michael James Watson'''
"Lets take them slow for a bit.. till they forget all this fire..."
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
Realmer pets the Fire Drake which turns back into a Scrimshawed Staff. He moves to the horses and applies healing salves and calms them with simple Compellings if needed
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
Bob remains floating/flying above the group in Beholder form so he has more eyes to see what is going on and warn of danger if needed.  Realmer will float/fly using the Robe if needed and leave the most injured/damaged horse to walk unencumbered.