Marpenoth 19, 1367 DR - Year of the Shield
“Alas I do not,” Justian admitted. “Does anyone here have rope?”
“Haeming, take care as it is magical in nature.” Coryn stated as he watched Justian and Haeming figure out their plan.
“I have a rope,” Remenissions said, as he pulled one from his backpack and threw it to Haeming before turning back to the ranger. “Dorian, the title you give yourself is a pretender to the title given to you by another. The title you truly are is a pretender to the title given by yourself. Remember that, ranger.”
“Everyone, don't forget there is a pile of goods also here on a tapestry,” Justian reminded the fellows as he watched Haeming make a loop with the rope.
Haeming dipped the rope into the murky water and shook his head as he pulled the sword from water no more than six inches deep. The skald hit himself in the forehead with his dry hand and stared directly at the blue eyed warrior. With a flick of the wrist, the muck covered and the damp rope landed hard against the rocky outcropping.
“Haeming, you have found it? You are my hero!” Justian shouted as he walked over to and picked up his blade. “Thank you, good man.”
“Shall we be off then if there's nothing else here?” Coryn said. The cleric was grimacing, the pallor of his skin an odd mixture of red rage and green nausea.
Dorian had been staring hard at the paladin, “I don't need your preaching, fool.
“Wait,” Justian interrupted. “We should try to bring back as many of the treasures on the tapestry with us, as those runners will come back for them.”
Dorian removed the shield he strapped to his back, as well as the backpack attached to it. “Load this up with whatever you want to take. Mind the shield.”
Justian grabbed the backpack off the shield and looked over at the ruined tapestry. Even from a distance he could tell the tapestries that lay upon the ground were ruined beyond any worth. And what he had thought were treasures were mostly shiny, albeit worthless pewter wear. All of it broken and bent. “Hmm. It seems there is no treasure here after all.”
Remenissions nodded before noticing the look on Coryn’s face. The paladin walked over and gently patted the cleric on the back. “Come now, cleric. You can understand the true nature of life another day.”
Coryn shrugged off Remenissions gesture, “anyone else in need of healing?”
Justian nodded, “if you can spare more for me cleric, I could use more healing.”
Coryn placed one hand on the young warrior and another on his holy symbol, "aid this warrior and ease him of his pains.” A white light briefly flashed around the duo.
Justian rolled his shoulders, “my thanks again. Surely your god is the one who has brought us through this day.”
“I am but his tool,” Coryn replied, “but I shall pass on your gratitude in my next prayers.”
Remenissions began to pace off the rock, as the party watched at his continued bizarre behavior. The paladin stopped and looked back at the fellows. “Does anyone else find it odd that there's a rock only about 20 foot by 20 foot by at least 30 foot rock in the middle of a swamp?”