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.
Let's go.”
“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?”