Mists over the Musarde, Chapter Five

Brock Marsh Runoff · Post by **Brock Marsh Runoff** » Sun Nov 15, 2009 9:48 pm

Dorgio shakes his head. "No vomit, no foaming. That is good, I am thinking. But beyond that, I am not knowing what is wrong. Something has taken hold of him, made him spasm, that much is clear. Let us keep an eye on him, make sure he doesn't choke."

ewancummins · Post by **ewancummins** » Sun Nov 15, 2009 9:57 pm

Ottokar, kneeling on the ground beside Jon, says-

''After this fit passes- shall I take him inside the Moot-Hall? It may be that the wise-women or cunning-men have herbs that can help him.''

steveflam · Post by **steveflam** » Sun Nov 15, 2009 10:59 pm

Norzak actually looks worried for once. "Dorgio mebbe it be best if we git 'im into tha house? Can we move him?"

ewancummins · Post by **ewancummins** » Sun Nov 15, 2009 11:06 pm

Wat describes events to Alain-

''Alain, Dorgio says that Cirdan is dead! Ah, and Jon is sick, I think!''

steveflam · Post by **steveflam** » Sun Nov 15, 2009 11:08 pm

"Cirdan's dead? Ah shit! I know we didn't get along but I guess he did what he did for his own reasons. Can't fault him for that I s'pose." He looks over at the dead half elf and sighs.

ewancummins · Post by **ewancummins** » Sun Nov 15, 2009 11:16 pm

Ottokar says-

''Well, I am sorry to see him dead- but what choice did you have? A madman armed like that, and skilled in combat....he might have killed not just the boy, but other innocents as well.''

JMaytr · Post by **JMaytr** » Sun Nov 15, 2009 11:26 pm

"I just need to lay down. Please! get me to a bed."

ewancummins · Post by **ewancummins** » Sun Nov 15, 2009 11:28 pm

JMaytr wrote:"I just need to lay down. Please! get me to a bed."

Ottokar helps Jon to his feet.

''It is not your fault, boy. Do not feel bad- you only did what you had to do.''

steveflam · Post by **steveflam** » Sun Nov 15, 2009 11:47 pm

"Here let me help ye," Norzak offers, moving to Jon's other side and sliding his arm around the boys waist. Whether or not Ottokar is moving int he direction of the Moot House is pointless for Norzak. He begins heading that way with Jon. "Dun worry lad, we'll get yer all feelin better soon enough."

Adam · Post by **Adam** » Sun Nov 15, 2009 11:54 pm

Bennedict comes walking out of the moothouse entrance, his pack slung onto a shoulder, with his gear stowed away. He barely offers Jon a glance as he walks past him, moving towards Dorgio and Cirdan's still form.

He pauses, dropping his pack near the half-elf's body. "He's dead then?" Benn asks, turning towards Dorgio. "I don't know what madness took him, or why that dreadful boy needed to egg him on into this violence, but he deserved better than this."

He looks up at the people of the moot. "I hope you are happy. This man risked his life and, it appears, lost his soul to rid you of the witch, Wolutha. Your thanks to him was to strike him down like a mad dog. You should be ashamed of yourselves."

He turns towards the woods. "Someone help me chop some wood for a pyre. I'll not have the Incabulites bringing Cirdan back as some undead horror to plague us along with everything else."

ewancummins · Post by **ewancummins** » Mon Nov 16, 2009 12:19 am

Adam wrote:Bennedict comes walking out of the moothouse entrance, his pack slung onto a shoulder, with his gear stowed away. He barely offers Jon a glance as he walks past him, moving towards Dorgio and Cirdan's still form.

He pauses, dropping his pack near the half-elf's body. "He's dead then?" Benn asks, turning towards Dorgio. "I don't know what madness took him, or why that dreadful boy needed to egg him on into this violence, but he deserved better than this."

He looks up at the people of the moot. "I hope you are happy. This man risked his life and, it appears, lost his soul to rid you of the witch, Wolutha. Your thanks to him was to strike him down like a mad dog. You should be ashamed of yourselves."

He turns towards the woods. "Someone help me chop some wood for a pyre. I'll not have the Incabulites bringing Cirdan back as some undead horror to plague us along with everything else."

One of the men shouts at Benn-

''Strike him down? It was your friends that killed him. We only wanted him to go away! He was frightening us with his demon-voice and his mad acts. Do not dare blame us for his death, outlander!''

Adam · Post by **Adam** » Mon Nov 16, 2009 12:30 am

Bennedict doesn't bother responding. He's had more than enough of these ignorant bumpkins already.

He stalks off towards the woods to gather lumber.

ewancummins · Post by **ewancummins** » Mon Nov 16, 2009 12:38 am

inside the hall
Once inside the Moot-house, the locals cluster around Jon. Someone finds the boy a cot and a blanket. A woman brings him a clay mug of berry-wine. A girl presses a damp cloth to Jon's brow. His pain subsides a little, but he's still very uncomfortable.

One of the local elders asks-

''Jon- why is the Boke-Man angry with us? We do not understand. Did he not see, did he not hear? We did not seek to slay the warrior- we only wished him to leave. He was demon-touched. He said so himself. His eyes, that awful voice! Will the Boke-Man curse us all, now?''

Lord Skybolt · Post by **Lord Skybolt** » Mon Nov 16, 2009 4:05 am

"What else could we have done . He said he was going to kill the boy . I heard him with my own ears as he said it softly to the boy for only Jon to hear but I heard him . I was going do every thing in my power to stop a raving lunatic like him from killing the boy with out any proof of wrong doing on Jon's part . " Alain says to Wat in an side on hearing that Cirdan has been put down for good and is dead .

ewancummins · Post by **ewancummins** » Mon Nov 16, 2009 4:47 am

outside

Wat replies to Alain-

''It is still very sad. Cirdan was our friend, before the evil spirits took his mind from him. Benn means to build him a pyre. I want to help, but first I will take you into the Moot-house to be with Jon and Norzak. Norzak is good- he will help you while I am gone.''

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Mists over the Musarde, Chapter Five