Chmeorl watched in astonishment as an arguent began between the monk and the shamaness. What was going on? They were fighting over the axes of the fluffy one. Evidently, the monk felt a certain amount of loyalty to the dead companion, and the shamaness was intent upon letting the newest member of the party use them.
The new member. Now there was a striking individual. He was similar in temperment to the fluffy one. In fact, he was as fluffy as the one he replaced. He hails from a nomadic tribe of humanoid wolf people. As feral as the wolves, but intelligent as the humans. This was a very dangerous individual. His white fur and large teeth were indeed scary. He was a wolf, and wolfs are dogs. Chmeorl did not care for this individual.
Apparently, the Green Man had been feeding dreams to this wolfen to prepare him for this quest. Not all in the party was ready to accept this replacement.
Chmeorl watched with interest as the monk (in the guise of a female orc) fought to keep the axes from the waiting hands of the wolfen, and the shamaness was intent upon allowing the usage of the axes. Finally, the monk gave up.
Apparently, this still angered the monk, as he levitated his body (heretofore stored in the wagon) to the room to the south. The monk was definately angry.
Strangely enough, what was beyond the door was a shop. The proprietor, being a gnome of no small power, had almost anything the group could want. He even offered to cast a "True Resurrection" spell for the monk. The monk could have a body again!!! Yet the monk turned it down.
Chmeorl, upon hearing this, grew very concerned. Why would the monk not wish to be alive again? Surely being a ghost had its disadvantages. Why not become whole, so that he could be a great boon to the party? Concerned, Chmeorl watched with great trepidation.
The party agreed to go on a small quest in order to obtain the heart of cold. They were even shown the item. The gnome had no more use for it, however, he wanted an item of equal or greater value in trade. He wanted the source of heat. He even provided a way to get to the area.
After a short interval of haggling and selling/buying, the party left on their way.
Shortly after departing, the party ran into some formians. The ant people would not allow the party to pass. Their stoic stances guarding the passageway silently.
True to the nature of the replaced, the wolfen struck first. Not being as experienced as MeatWhal, Meta Whalus (a taken name in honor of the fallen Champion), did not dispatch the enemies as quickly. The shamaness took her normal invisible attacking, yet the ghost hung back. He neither interfered nor assisted in the combat.
As the battle ended, Chmeorl felt the summons. He was not sure how to report this to the master. The only thing he was sure of, was that the Green Man would be concerned about the monk ghost.
As the grimalkin began to leave, he glanced back at the party. He saw the ghost's face clearly. There was a war there, all within his mind and heart. Chmeorl did not understand the source of the turmoil, but he did understand that the biggest battle thus far on this quest, was being fought right now, inside the soul of the ghost.
The new member. Now there was a striking individual. He was similar in temperment to the fluffy one. In fact, he was as fluffy as the one he replaced. He hails from a nomadic tribe of humanoid wolf people. As feral as the wolves, but intelligent as the humans. This was a very dangerous individual. His white fur and large teeth were indeed scary. He was a wolf, and wolfs are dogs. Chmeorl did not care for this individual.
Apparently, the Green Man had been feeding dreams to this wolfen to prepare him for this quest. Not all in the party was ready to accept this replacement.
Chmeorl watched with interest as the monk (in the guise of a female orc) fought to keep the axes from the waiting hands of the wolfen, and the shamaness was intent upon allowing the usage of the axes. Finally, the monk gave up.
Apparently, this still angered the monk, as he levitated his body (heretofore stored in the wagon) to the room to the south. The monk was definately angry.
Strangely enough, what was beyond the door was a shop. The proprietor, being a gnome of no small power, had almost anything the group could want. He even offered to cast a "True Resurrection" spell for the monk. The monk could have a body again!!! Yet the monk turned it down.
Chmeorl, upon hearing this, grew very concerned. Why would the monk not wish to be alive again? Surely being a ghost had its disadvantages. Why not become whole, so that he could be a great boon to the party? Concerned, Chmeorl watched with great trepidation.
The party agreed to go on a small quest in order to obtain the heart of cold. They were even shown the item. The gnome had no more use for it, however, he wanted an item of equal or greater value in trade. He wanted the source of heat. He even provided a way to get to the area.
After a short interval of haggling and selling/buying, the party left on their way.
Shortly after departing, the party ran into some formians. The ant people would not allow the party to pass. Their stoic stances guarding the passageway silently.
True to the nature of the replaced, the wolfen struck first. Not being as experienced as MeatWhal, Meta Whalus (a taken name in honor of the fallen Champion), did not dispatch the enemies as quickly. The shamaness took her normal invisible attacking, yet the ghost hung back. He neither interfered nor assisted in the combat.
As the battle ended, Chmeorl felt the summons. He was not sure how to report this to the master. The only thing he was sure of, was that the Green Man would be concerned about the monk ghost.
As the grimalkin began to leave, he glanced back at the party. He saw the ghost's face clearly. There was a war there, all within his mind and heart. Chmeorl did not understand the source of the turmoil, but he did understand that the biggest battle thus far on this quest, was being fought right now, inside the soul of the ghost.
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