Marpenoth 19, 1367 DR - Year of the Shield
Coryn was eager to be off. The darkness of the swamp seem to spread to his companions, and he was not sure how long it would be until Remenissions and Dorian came to blows, “Shall we be off then fellows?”
Dorian replaced his backpack and shield, “we may be able to retrieve some of the corpses.”
Redeye shook his head, "the corpses you seek are gone. The creatures of swamp leave little to waste. Even the dead."
“Aye, that is so,” Justian said. “Well then there is nothing for it but to return to the horses.”
Coryn sighed once more, “Then we would like to accept your gracious offer Redeye.”
“Yes,” Justian agreed, shaking his head. “Please lead the way, good Shaman.”
Redeye flicked his tongue, “when you are all ready.”
The gathered there things and checked over the body one last time. Dorian searched in vain for any surviving arrows. None noticed as Remenissions walked closer to Haeming and stared directly into the skalds eyes.
“Coryn, Justian, Dorian. Know that trick I did on Redeye earlier?” Remenissions asked his gaze never breaking with Haeming
The fellows answered in the affirmative, all save Haeming.
Remenissions extended an open hand to Haeming, looked down at his hand then back to the skald. “Now.”
Haeming sighed, "What you think they are going to use it for? For their own good? To gain control of the swamps? And when the swamps aren't enough, where do they turn next? The villages."
“Are you saying you have the amulet, Haeming?” Justian asked.
Remenissions looked to Redeye.
“The Baron's ring is the amulet?” Coryn asked.
Redeye shook his shook his head, “They are two separate items.”
“Really? Right now?” A vein bulged from Dorian’s forehead. “Can we get out of the swamp first before we have another stlarning argument?”
Coryn once more felt sick, “Not from what I have gathered.”
“What do you plan to do with the power it holds, Haeming?: Justian’s voice quivered and shook as he spoke.
Remenissions looked back to Haeming.
Haeming glared at Justian, "Exactly nothing. Why would I want to be able to control something that lives here?"
“I do not know,” Justian admitted, “but then, we have only met just today. I will not bring arms against you, but I will surely tell the Commander that you possess this power. For all I know, a man that wants the power to control terrible things wants to use such power. However, if you are afraid the town would use it, let us destroy it.”
Haeming sighed, rolled his eyes and pulled a pouch off of his belt.
Remenissions looked down at his hand then back at Haeming again.
The pouch untied, Haeming reached into it and pulled out the amulet.
The paladin reached over and snatched the amulet form Haeming’s hand and walked to the lizard man shaman. His icy stare the same for friend and potential foe alike.
"The blood of the villagers is in your hands,” Haeming spat, “but know that it will be a day of joy for my god."