06. After the Patrol Fight

RP away

ooc Don't you mean... 'Har-py away'?

OOC: LOL I suppose I do

As the party settles on a camping spot, Gyrax soon busies herself. Still concerned about the proximity of patrols, she does not remove her armor despite being visibly tired... and itchy in hard to reach places. Instead, being versed neither in fire starting nor cooking lore, she focuses on gathering dead branches for a fire. She proves a hardy camper, and she has gathered such a huge pile of twig and limb, it's easy to picture her trying to build a giant nest to lay on. The way she occasionally stares longingly at the pile would have you believe the thought has crossed her own mind as well.

"You need some help with that Gyrax?" Koraph cocks his head to the side as he said it. "Its easy for me to start a fire, just put them down over there in the sandy area with the rocks and move them into a circle."

Cyrus supervises the fire-building, raising a brow as Gyrax studies the twigs. "Hmmm... perhaps I should go fetch some water."

Gyrax nods at Koraph, and busies herself making a circle of rocks, then stuffing it with firewood. Her chipperness seems to go down a notch for a second. It's the first time Koraph has addressed her since their quarrel. She pauses briefly, then continues to set the firewood with a nod to the kobold. She offers him a graceful bow and steps aside, sitting down on the sand to watch the wizard's handywork.

Silk sets himself down, not far from Caex, and begins to bandage his wounds. Once they are seen to and he is feeling much better, he takes out the scroll he found on the dead goblin. The first part of the scroll explained how the reader must have a disciplined mind and body for these practices to work. Considering himself quite disciplined in both, the gnoll read on. The first practice was the heart of all the others. Without this, you could not accomplish anything else. So Silk began. Following the directions of the scroll closely he entered a meditative trance that blocked out all distractions without compromising his own safety. He quieted his mind, made his body still, and searched for his ki. Surprisingly it came easily to him. How could he have not realized this potential within in him before? He watched it, felt it, and then unlocked it. Energy flowed out from him. He focused it on his claws, to start. It was like the shadow of smoke poured off of them. Subtle, but deadly. Exuberant with his success he moved on to the next section. This was a stance that allowed one to strike lightning fast at one's foes. Difficult to master but Silk practiced until he could at least do it occasionally. He doubted he could it more then once in a battle but felt confident that with practice it could become deadly. The scroll mentioned that it could be done after every successful blow to an enemy but there was some secret that the gnoll could not unlock. Something was missing. Perhaps it was expected to be learned from a trainer. Sighing, he puts away the scroll and admires his new abilities. No reason to get greedy. Grinning, he fades through the shadows to appear next to Gyrax.

Gyrax eeps in surprise, ruffling up cutely as the gnoll emerges next to it. "Oy! Wow, master Silk! I forgot to mention it earlier, but I applaud you on your impressive command of shadow puppetry earlier." she says with a pleasant grin. Looking over at his fresh bandages, she frowns. "But you are wounded! You should have let me Lay Hands on you." she admonishes, wagging her talon in a gentle scolding manner.

ooc Shadow Puppets would be a great name for the mindless minions of a necromancer, come to think about it.

"As much as I appreciate the offer, pretty bird, I am fine tending to my own wounds for the moment. I find it comforting to be able to take care of myself. If I got too used to you healing me with your pretty lights, then what would I do if you were no longer around?" He winks at the harpy. "And I congratulate you and your compelling blade. I was correct in my assumption that you are handy to have in a fight. Yehehehe!"

Gyrax hrms. "Very well. But I want you to promise you'll tell Mama Bird whenever her Silky Muffin gets a big owie." she says, then giggles. "I was rather dashing when swinging my sword today, wasn't I?" she asks, looking pleased.

Cyrus comes back with a canteen filled with water. "Mama bird? Silky Muffin? I'm afraid to ask what's going on here..."

"I believe the harpy is losing her mind. Too much time around the kobold, perhaps." Silk chuckles. "I must commend you as well, chew toy. Your ability in the fray is remarkable." He takes out a strip of rag and begins to clean off his armor and claws, being sure to show off their new shadowy effect as he did so. Vanity had always been a bit of a weakness in him.

"Well, I don't like to brag, but I've but I can take a hit and keep on ticking..." he said with a modest chuckle.

Pausing to listen to everything everybody had to say, Koraph snapped his fingers in the direction of the fire and a small spark shot out and started a ember and quickly fanned into a small camp fire. "Ah HA, let there be light!" Koraph then makes his way closer to Silk. "I appreciate your kind words, and I would like you to have something." He reaches into his robes and pulls out the small sphere filled with his blood. " He extends his arm and it lays at rest within the center of his palm, waiting for him to take it. "It may be of use to us later, what for, I don't know. Maybe if I get lost, you might be able to find me with it."

Silk growls. "There is magic that can do terrible things with that. Why would you be so careless as to create it?"

"Is that... is that blood? What is with you and carrying other creatures bodily fluids or appendages?"

Koraph looks at Silk with a plain face. "I believe that you will take care of it, so there is no need for me to worry. If you distrust my decision, then destroy it now. There are things that I see, that don't quite make sense to me, but I feel this is necessary not just for me to trust you more, but it maybe important in the future, it's not quite clear, but I'm hoping it will become that way over time. I should also point out, that it will probably find my orb wherever it is located, hopefully with me. I mis-spoke."

"I don't think you understand, snack. I don't know what to do with it. It is dead weight and, therefore, useless to me. Give it to Cyrus. Perhaps he knows a ritual that makes use of blood." Silk chuckles.

"Me!? What am I doing to do with kobold blood? I don't exactly know any rituals... then again, I've thought about it... but still, it'd take me some time before I can master the Raise Dead ritual!" (i.e.- It's a level 8 ritual and we're all still 2. XD )

"If you don't want it silk. I suppose I'll give it to Gyrax." he turns and looks at her with a cute face, though he did not mean to.

Gyrax oohs. "Can I have a ball full of your blood too, master Koraph? Only bigger!" she says, excitedly.

Looking over at the tongues of fire dancing on the firewood, she grins. "Heads down, guys." she warns, then spreads her wings to fan the blaze a bit.

As Gyrax fans the flames, Silk pulls out a minotuar steak and spits it over the fire. "Anyone else hungry for old foe? Yehehehe!"

"Again, I'm thankful I don't need to eat...", he says with a grimace.

ooc Ahem. Dunno where my head has been lately. Sorry for not reading your pose more carefully, Koraph.

Gyrax looks hungry indeed. Accepting some meat from Silk, she makes a sizeable kabob with her sword and starts roasting the meat on the fire. "Don't worry, guys. I'm sharing."

As the meat roasts, the harpy ponders. "What shall it be, boys? Campfire song, or ghost stories?"