Ebrahim looks up. “Experimentation, mostly. I couldn’t control it, but it would not harm me and it understood some basic commands. I had collected blood and organs from the last few trolls we encountered, to study, and I used refined sweetpipe as a basis. What finally made it work was adding a dried and powdered cactus that I brought from home. ‘Noktal’s Breath’ is what it was called.”
“So you worked on this for a while.” She jots down notes in her book and turns back To Ebrahim. She gives him a faint, half hearted smile,”I don’t really have anything I have the energy to ask at the moment but I’m willing to sit and translate others as needed.“
"I... I did." His head hangs again. "It was originally meant to be a way to stop the Drow's strategies. To prevent them from using the trolls against us. I just wanted to do something good."
“This information can still do some good. While you used what you learned to do harm, it could be used to protect us. Do you have any more of the cactus?“
He looks up, meeting Wren's eyes shamefully. "No," he says, shaking his head, "It took a very large amount, everything I had. I was never able to get it to grow here."
“Shit!” Wren smacks the table with her fist almost knocking the animal skull off the table. She freezes and her eyes widen. She gingerly replaces everything to its spot in the shrine as Ta’Lina showed her.
Watching Wren having a two sided conversation, but only able to hear Wren’s side of it made it very difficult to understand what was going on. However as Wren became very clearly agitated slamming a fist down on the table Ro’an felt maybe now was a good time to make sure his friend was ok.
Standing up and cautiously approaching the shrine & Wren he sits himself down next to her as lightly and quietly as he could. Wanting to reach out to her but not knowing if that was ok he decided to simply ask, “Are you ok, Wren?” in a soft voice trying not to anger her further.
Having missed Wren leaving the cabin and not wanting to disturb Zyvian, Ta'Lina had walked from high town to low town and back seeking a speaker. Stopping again at the cabin she learns that Wren sits vigil at the tavern with the spirit, Ebrahim. Kodruk relays his conversation to her and she thanks him and Zyvian before returning to the Shrine.
She takes a moment to greet those she knows in the tavern and then approaches the Shrine, Wren...and Ebrahim's spirit.
"Good morning Wren, I'm glad you found your way here. I hear I've missed a bit, but so have you. How are you and how is he this morn? Has he found any peace in death?"
A few deep breaths. Wren places a hand on her friend‘s shoulder. “Yes dear I’m ok. Just frustrated.“ She turns to see the face of Ta’Lina. “I’m still processing last night. Death does take it out of you. I wouldn’t say peace is the correct word for Ebrahim at the moment.“ To Ebrahim. “Ta’Lina and Ro’an are here. Ro’an is next to me. Ta’Lina is a few steps behind you.“
After Wren relays Katesh's answer, Ebrahim's spirit looks as though a bit of weight had been lifted. "Good. I'm glad. I was worried. It's been a difficult year for her. I just hope that it's finally over." After a momentary pause he adds, "please do not tell her how worried I am. She does not need that right now."
In response to Kannoth, Rowan smiled a little. When they had gotten her to a table, she propped her injured leg on the bench and Kannoth sat on her better side, which was unfortunately the opposite side he would usually sit on.
"Well, when I was on watch, I was battling some undead, when I guess I misstepped or slipped on a pinecone and I had dislocated my left kneecap. Some of the healers helped me... I think I accidentally bit one though... But they got me to Doc V, who helped me. He had me drink some strong stuff, bite down on a rag, and then once I was numb he popped it back into place. I've been resting in the cabin since then." She looked down and played with some of the dangly bits that hung off of Kannoth's garb, then rested her head on his shoulder, since she was still exhausted.
Nodding to Ta’lina as she enters and walks past; Ro’an begins to feel a strange wave flow throughout his body. Similar to what he felt upon initially entering the tavern. The strange sensation gives him chills and makes him shiver. Standing the hair on his arm on end yet again. Ro’an closes his eyes attempting to focus in on the feeling and mutters to himself, “I do not understand?”
Opening them again he hears mention of Wren dying. With the mention Ro’an’s heart rate spikes and he can hear it in his ears. Stuttering, “You...you...died? Wren?” Tears begin to fill Ro’an’s vision again.
As anxiety fills Ro’an’s mind he loses the sense of the strange sensation yet again.
Ebrahim looks up. “Experimentation, mostly. I couldn’t control it, but it would not harm me and it understood some basic commands. I had collected blood and organs from the last few trolls we encountered, to study, and I used refined sweetpipe as a basis. What finally made it work was adding a dried and powdered cactus that I brought from home. ‘Noktal’s Breath’ is what it was called.”
“So you worked on this for a while.” She jots down notes in her book and turns back To Ebrahim. She gives him a faint, half hearted smile,”I don’t really have anything I have the energy to ask at the moment but I’m willing to sit and translate others as needed.“
"I... I did." His head hangs again. "It was originally meant to be a way to stop the Drow's strategies. To prevent them from using the trolls against us. I just wanted to do something good."
“This information can still do some good. While you used what you learned to do harm, it could be used to protect us. Do you have any more of the cactus?“
He looks up, meeting Wren's eyes shamefully. "No," he says, shaking his head, "It took a very large amount, everything I had. I was never able to get it to grow here."
“Shit!” Wren smacks the table with her fist almost knocking the animal skull off the table. She freezes and her eyes widen. She gingerly replaces everything to its spot in the shrine as Ta’Lina showed her.
“Sorry.”
"I'm sorry, Wren. I am. Even if I did, every troll is different. I do not even know if the drug would work on another troll."
Watching Wren having a two sided conversation, but only able to hear Wren’s side of it made it very difficult to understand what was going on. However as Wren became very clearly agitated slamming a fist down on the table Ro’an felt maybe now was a good time to make sure his friend was ok.
Standing up and cautiously approaching the shrine & Wren he sits himself down next to her as lightly and quietly as he could. Wanting to reach out to her but not knowing if that was ok he decided to simply ask, “Are you ok, Wren?” in a soft voice trying not to anger her further.
Having missed Wren leaving the cabin and not wanting to disturb Zyvian, Ta'Lina had walked from high town to low town and back seeking a speaker. Stopping again at the cabin she learns that Wren sits vigil at the tavern with the spirit, Ebrahim. Kodruk relays his conversation to her and she thanks him and Zyvian before returning to the Shrine.
She takes a moment to greet those she knows in the tavern and then approaches the Shrine, Wren...and Ebrahim's spirit.
"Good morning Wren, I'm glad you found your way here. I hear I've missed a bit, but so have you. How are you and how is he this morn? Has he found any peace in death?"
A few deep breaths. Wren places a hand on her friend‘s shoulder. “Yes dear I’m ok. Just frustrated.“ She turns to see the face of Ta’Lina. “I’m still processing last night. Death does take it out of you. I wouldn’t say peace is the correct word for Ebrahim at the moment.“ To Ebrahim. “Ta’Lina and Ro’an are here. Ro’an is next to me. Ta’Lina is a few steps behind you.“
Katesh speaks up for the first time since Kordruk left. “I’m here too,” she says. “Please tell him, Wren.”
“Katesh is here as well.“ she points towards where she’s sitting. “She’s been here for a while.“
Ebrahim cracks the slightest smile and looks in the direction Wren points. "Has she been here the whole time? Has she eaten?"
She chuckles a bit. “She’s been here since before Kordruck came.“
Turning to Katesh with a faint smile. “He wants to know if you’ve eaten.“
Katesh makes a sound somewhere between a laugh and a sob. “Yes, Eb. If only because I knew you’d nag me if I didn’t.“
After Wren relays Katesh's answer, Ebrahim's spirit looks as though a bit of weight had been lifted. "Good. I'm glad. I was worried. It's been a difficult year for her. I just hope that it's finally over." After a momentary pause he adds, "please do not tell her how worried I am. She does not need that right now."
Wren nods in response to Ebrahim’s request. She turns to Katesh and smiles. “He said he’s glad you’ve eaten.”
In response to Kannoth, Rowan smiled a little. When they had gotten her to a table, she propped her injured leg on the bench and Kannoth sat on her better side, which was unfortunately the opposite side he would usually sit on.
"Well, when I was on watch, I was battling some undead, when I guess I misstepped or slipped on a pinecone and I had dislocated my left kneecap. Some of the healers helped me... I think I accidentally bit one though... But they got me to Doc V, who helped me. He had me drink some strong stuff, bite down on a rag, and then once I was numb he popped it back into place. I've been resting in the cabin since then." She looked down and played with some of the dangly bits that hung off of Kannoth's garb, then rested her head on his shoulder, since she was still exhausted.
A few moments had passed and Rowan processed what Kannoth had said about Baph. She lifted her head in shock, "Wait... What did you say about Baph?"
Nodding to Ta’lina as she enters and walks past; Ro’an begins to feel a strange wave flow throughout his body. Similar to what he felt upon initially entering the tavern. The strange sensation gives him chills and makes him shiver. Standing the hair on his arm on end yet again. Ro’an closes his eyes attempting to focus in on the feeling and mutters to himself, “I do not understand?”
Opening them again he hears mention of Wren dying. With the mention Ro’an’s heart rate spikes and he can hear it in his ears. Stuttering, “You...you...died? Wren?” Tears begin to fill Ro’an’s vision again.
As anxiety fills Ro’an’s mind he loses the sense of the strange sensation yet again.