Journey of the Accursed: A Dark Souls RP (closed, PM if interested)

[Red_Fog]

"Hmmm?, hmmm, worry not Knight of Astora, I merely feel something.. familiar.. about the disparity etched into this land, I am no stranger to it. You did well knight, leadership is gained through action, not appointment. Whether you wanted it to happen or not the others have flocked to your guidance it seems, I hope you rise to the challenge. I have witnessed far too many undead knights crumble under the responsibility.. or leave their brothers behind."

The words of the black clad warrior struck Travis deeply in a number of ways. Travis hadn't meant to take command. It just happened. He had lead knights and common soldiers under his charge in battle for over a decade and the experience had ingrained itself into his psyche. Travis' superiors had always commented on the higher morale of the men in his company. How the men under him would often be over heard praising their commander as others would whine about and insult their's behind their backs. The Griffon's Company, as they were called for the MacWilliam family crest that adorned his shield, could always be relied on to hold the line, break into the breach, or charge the flank. The men gave their all for their their country and each other, and he gave his all for them and they adored him for it. When his new company came under threat his instinct's kicked in and he acted on them.

As to leaving his brothers behind, well he had already done that once though not by choice. Being forced to leave his men and comrades after becoming undead had torn a hole in his heart. Travis' hand clutched the pouch enclosed with a green ribbon as his thoughts came to others he had left behind that had torn an even greater hole. It was a feeling he had no intention of feeling again. While Ulrich's words made him search within himself, they also made him wonder about the man before him. There were few places one could compare as familiar to the desolated lands of Southern Astora. And he had witnessed several undead knights with positions of command. Where could one have seen this? Where was this warrior from? Just how long had he been undead.

"I..." Travis began to speak as looked back up at Ulrich when words were stricken from him by the sight of the giant man being assaulted by a tiny blue bird. The sight was just too absurd and comical that Travis broke into laughter and nearly fell over as a voiced boomed out from the second floor of the church.

"DERRICK! NO!"

"What the...?" Travis bemused as the bird perched itself upon Ulrich's head. He looked to the rest of the group to see if any were missing and called out to them more than to the voice, "Who's up there?"

 

[Tactical Pause]

Caelius followed the others to the broken church, barely able to keep himself from grinning. It was just too perfect that the shelter which they had been seeking came in the form of a place of worship. The gods were powerful, he thought to himself, but they were not particularly subtle in this instance.

"Keep vigilant! Don't assume anywhere is safe."

Looking to Isis, he chuckled. "Of course we're safe here, my lady!" He stepped inside the battered building and put away his weapon and shield. "Can you not see that the gods have given us a sign?" He raised his arms and spun around, motioning to the walls around him. "Do not be so cynical as to believe they would allow harm to befall us in a place of worship such as this."

So confident was Caelius in his observation that he strolled up to the meager bonfire and took a seat before it, making no effort to search for danger around him. As he sat there, musing to himself about how well this quest seemed to be going, he idly watched a conversation between Sir Travis and the hulking Ulrich. He couldn't make out exactly what they were saying, but the two seemed to be getting along rather well. At least, they were until a small bird landed on the giant man's armor and Travis burst out laughing.

"DERRIK! NO!"

The shout startled him, as it sounded like it had come from somewhere above him, on the crumbling second floor, perhaps. He stood, but stopped himself from grabbing his weapon. It would not be necessary, he told himself; this was a safe place.

Tilting his head upwards, he yelled, "Hello?" in the general direction of the shout. "Who goes there?"

 

[Texas Joker 52]

-Isis-​

Not long after her shout, did the Cleric, Caelius call back in reply.

"Of course we're safe here, my lady! Can you not see that the gods have given us a sign? Do not be so cynical as to believe they would allow harm to befall us in a place of worship such as this.".

At that, she had to laugh and shake her head. "I'm not cynical, Caelius, merely cautious. Do not forget, I'm a follower of The Way of White as well, and I believe Lord Gwyn will see us through. But that doesn't mean we should let our guard down all the same.", she pointed out.

As the rest of the group, particularly Ulrich and Travis, joined them in the ruined church, she decided to stride over, lightly patting the Astora Knight's warhorse even as he dismounted. The mare looked like it had come through with minimal injuries, though it clearly favored one leg.

"There, there Sue. That's a good girl. We've had worse, right?".

She smiled at that, but kept silent as Travis turned to Ulrich, who seemed rather unsettled.

"Something troubling you, Dagonet?".

The towering knight turned to look at them slowly, and the scraping sound his helm made caused her hackles to raise, and she itched to draw her Parrying Dagger again. There was something about this Knight that truly unsettled her.

"Hmmm?, hmmm, worry not Knight of Astora, I merely feel something.. familiar.. about the disparity etched into this land, I am no stranger to it. You did well knight, leadership is gained through action, not appointment. Whether you wanted it to happen or not the others have flocked to your guidance it seems, I hope you rise to the challenge. I have witnessed far too many undead knights crumble under the responsibility.. or leave their brothers behind.".

At that, Isis merely sheathed her Estoc and crossed her arms, glancing between the two armor-clad men.

"He did do well. And only time will tell whether or not he is up to the challenge, but I have faith. We should all have faith that we won't fail.", she said, her tone colder than usual, with none of the smile that was normally in her voice.

At least, that was until a small blue bird flew over and began to attack Ulrich's shoulder-plate. She couldn't help the quick giggle that came out, before glancing over at a shout, presumably one that had to do with the bird.

"DERRIK! NO!".

She didn't pay the shout much heed, since it didn't seem hostile, and instead strode closer to Ulrich as the bird perched itself atop his helmet. Smiling once again under her porcelain headpiece, she reached up and offered an open hand for the bird to rest on.

"Here we are little one, this is a safer perch for you. I won't harm you.", she murmured in reassurance, wanting to see the bird itself a little more closely.

After all, it was a lone cheerful sign of life and color in the dead and deserted town. That alone was enough to make her want to investigate further.

 

[JudgeDAN]

Marcus looked down and tried to keep quiet as he saw his bird get taken away from him, or at least thats what it looked like from his point of view.

"Damns! They got Derrick! And if they find me... oh bother this ain't good!"

Panicked and alarmed, he paced back and forth in his cell, with each step shaking the floor beneath him. He was worried, for two reasons. The first being that perhaps this group were brigands that were only after souls and humanity. But if they weren't... then that lead to another problem entirely. Marcus was a bit shaken at first as he stopped and recalled facing an enemy of incredible might, one that would strike fear into the hearts of even the bravest knights. It was only recently that he had met this being. However he couldn't recall what or who it was. It was bothersome. It was then that heard a voice call out to him,

"Hello?"

Marcus looked up and walked towards the direction of the window.

"Who goes there?"

He felt conflicted, they didn't sound like bad people, but you never know these days. He hesitated but at the same time he had to do something, if not he might just starve to death. Clearing his throat, he responded.

"Oi! Your not evil are ya?..." Not one of the best responses in the world, but perhaps it was better to be more specific.

"I mean who are you? And where is Derrick?!"

 

[sage42]

Avina ignored the other for the most part as she took a seat by the bonfire. A place to rest, to gather her thoughts was too good to ignore. She felt her worries and fears leaver her as she gazed into the flame. Her mind cleared, allowing her to focus her pyromancy flame again. She was snapped out of her trance when she heard an unfamiliar voice.

"DERRICK! NO!" She looked up then, to find Travis on the ground laughing and Isis trying to coax a small bird off of Ulrich's massive frame. Avina laughed herself, the sight was a strange one indeed. She followed the clerics gaze as he called out to the voice.

Hello? Who goes there? She saw the rotting floorboards above the entrance to the church shake as something heavy paced across them. She stood then and moved towards the back of the church where a ladder led up to the floor above. She heard the voice call out again.

"Oi! Your not evil are ya?....I mean who are you? And where's Derrick?"Well whatever was up there could talk at least. Still she was careful as she climbed the ladder. Hopefully it would give her enough time to slide back down should it turn out to be hostile.

 

[Red_Fog]

"Oi! Your not evil are ya?... I mean who are you? And where is Derrick?!"

"Uh,uh..." Travis had to take a moment to compose himself as he allowed the absurdity of the situation to settle in. When he spoke next he was confident and firm. "I am Sir Travis MacWilliam of Astora." he called out to the voice above, "My companions and I are on an undead quest by the authority of The Way of White. My association should answer your first question, and as for your last, there was no one else down here when we arrived and I do not know this Derrick. Now that you know my name perhaps you could be so courteous as to tell us your own and explain what your doing up there?"

 

[DarkRawen]

Rang had followed the others into the town, and to the bonfire. He felt calmer there, and he relaxed, a little bit away from the others, of course. Suddenly, there was sounds coming from within a building, the voice of an unknown man. Rang didn't catch what he said at first. However, after a few comments from the others, the stranger spoke again.

"Oi! Your not evil are ya?... I mean who are you? And where is Derrick?!"

Of course not.

Rang didn't say anything though, he just decided to stand back, and see what the others were doing. He didn't want to yell, and what he could manage to get out wouldn't be much helpful.

"My companions and I are on an undead quest by the authority of The Way of White. My association should answer your first question, and as for your last, there was no one else down here when we arrived and I do not know this Derrick. Now that you know my name perhaps you could be so courteous as to tell us your own and explain what your doing up there?"

Yeah. That's a good way of saying it.

"Y-yeah."

Rang smiled slightly, while he wasn't that good with people, his allies were a lot better, which covered his short-comings.

 

[JudgeDAN]

Marcus listened in from the window, although he had some trouble following what the stranger's explanation. Mainly due to his use of fancy wordplay. But it didn't matter to him, he was used to talking to proper folk, so he at least was able to catch most of what the good knight was saying.

"My companions and I are on an undead quest by the authority of The Way of White. My association should answer your first question, and as for your last, there was no one else down here when we arrived and I do not know this Derrick. Now that you know my name perhaps you could be so courteous as to tell us your own and explain what your doing up there?"

"Hmmm... way of the white? OH! You are good people then!"

Marcus smiled, at least he was reassured that there were a few decent folk in this mess of a world.

"My name is Marcus! and uh..."

He lost his trail of thought for a moment, until he again noticed the locked door.

"Oh right! Um... could one of you perhaps help open this here door, it shut on me as I entered and it won't bloody budge!"

Marcus felt reassured that maybe this group of people could help him out. He looked over through the window trying to get a better view of the group, but to no avail as his helmet was too big to peer through the window.

 

[sage42]

Avina poked her head up from the ladder. The rotting wood floor looked unstable at best, how it was able to hold up the small room at the other end was beyond her. Perhaps the wood under neath is rotting slower? She wondered as she slowly climbed up. As she slowly made her way to the door, she heard the voice from inside still chatting with Travis down below.

"My companions and I are on an undead quest by the authority of The Way of White. My association should answer your first question, and as for your last, there was no one else down here when we arrived and I do not know this Derrick. Now that you know my name perhaps you could be so courteous as to tell us your own and explain what your doing up there?

"Hmmm... way of the white? OH! You are good people then! My name is Marcus! and uh..." The voice paused for a moment. "Oh right! Um... could one of you perhaps help open this here door, it shut on me as I entered and it won't bloody budge!"

Avina smiled at that as she reached the door. She peered inside at whom she assumed was a man. Avina's first thought was not one she had ever expected to have.He looks like a giant onion! She had heard stories of the knight of Catarina, but she thought it had all been an elaborate joke on the 'hicks from the swamp'. But low and behold there he was. A man in onion shaped armor. With a birds nest on his head too! She shook her head. This went up to the top of her personal list of things that made her head hurt. Just above outsider's nervousness around her people. "Already here friend. Do be careful as you walk out though, the floor is liable to give way should you take a misstep."

 

[Texas Joker 52]

-Isis-​

After a few moments, Isis promptly gave up on trying to coax the bird into her hands, and glanced over as Travis called over to the newcomer.

"I am Sir Travis MacWilliam of Astora. My companions and I are on an undead quest by the authority of The Way of White. My association should answer your first question, and as for your last, there was no one else down here when we arrived and I do not know this Derrick. Now that you know my name perhaps you could be so courteous as to tell us your own and explain what your doing up there?".

With a quick glance back to the small blue bird,she jabbed a thumb at it. "Would I be correct in assuming that this bird is the Derrick you're worrying after? If so, the bird is fine despite choosing a rather questionable perch so far, being a helmet.", she called.

"Hmmm... way of the white? OH! You are good people then! My name is Marcus! and uh... Oh right! Um... could one of you perhaps help open this here door, it shut on me as I entered and it won't bloody budge!".

Not long after his introduction and plea for help had Avina gone over to investigate and assist. And even from the odd angle Isis was at, she could see the Pyromancer shake her head over something she saw as she peered inside. While Avina did what she could to help Marcus, the assassin cast another sidelong glance at what she assumed was Derrick, wondering just what it was even doing there.

 

[JudgeDAN]

"Already here friend..."

Marcus turned his head from the window and noticed the door to his cell opened, and on the other side a small, at least compared to him everything was small, robed young lady judging by the voice. He smiled underneath his helm and chuckled. Just as she was about warn him about the floor being old and decayed, Marcus had boasted in triumph.

"AH! Fantastic! You opened the door! Now I can get back to my duty."

He leaned out the window and called out. "DERRICK! Come! We are free at long last!"

The bird Derrick tweeted and flew out of the slender women's hand through the window. Meanwhile Marcus walked over to other side of the room to grab his gear, a tower knights shield that he placed over his back, a large great axe that he held on his right shoulder, and an rather old pick axe that he placed in a holster around his belt. He turned to to greet his savior proper.

"Thank you kindly! Now I must be off! Come Derrick!"

He rushes forward with great posterity, walking through the door and onto the old wooden floor. After one step he started to hear the floor crack and stopped.

"Uh oh... that wasn't like that before."

He took a deep breath and turned his head to the young lady.

"Wait here... " He said in a slow deep voice.

As soon as he took the next step the floor started to crack more underneath his feet. He probably should have taken much more lighter gear to be honest. After the third step he heard the chirps of his pet bird Derrick. The bird flew around his head, indicating that it wanted to have a seat in his nest. Marcus' eyes widened.

"No! Noooooo!... Bad Derrick Bad!"

Sadly it was too late, the bird landed on top of his head and the weight of the two gave through causing Marcus to break through the floor boards. Derrick managed to keep flight just before falling. Marcus at first managed to stay partially stuck through the floor at first, but fell right through the floor boards after a few seconds and right onto his back, giving off a low pitched scream as he fell. Luckily it was only a few feet but it still hurt a good bit. Although the pain was extraordinary, his armour managed to take most of the damage... except for the pain that is.

"...uggghhhhh....bloody...hell.", he said dazed and confused as he looked up towards the hole he fell through from.

 

[Tactical Pause]

With a crash and a scream, a heavily armored figured fell from the ceiling and landed but a few feet away from Caelius. Startled, he leaped backwards, though he still did not feel any need to draw his weapon. It occurred to him that this must be the man who had been shouting, and he didn't seem like much of a threat at all. From his comical onion helmet (complete with a birds nest atop it!) to his clumsy entrance, the fallen knight seemed remarkably harmless, and the cleric felt perfectly safe in approaching him.

"...uggghhhhh....bloody...hell."

It hadn't been a terribly lengthy fall, but the weight of such preposterous armor must have only added to the damage. Caelius walked over to the man and extended his hand, in order to help him rise once he had regained his strength.

"Are you alright, friend? That was quite an entrance you made there," he said, chuckling. "I am Caelius of Thorolund, a cleric of the Way of White, and protector of the faith. I see by your armor that you are a knight of Catarina, but might I ask your name?"

 

[sage42]

"...uggghhhhh....bloody...hell."Avina put her head in her hand as the onion knight fell through the floor. She shook her head and tried, but failed, not to laugh. She peered through the whole the knight had created. "I tried to warn you!" She called after him. She slowly moved across the rotting floorboards once more, safely making it to the ladder.

She slid down and made her way to where the group was now gathering around the knight.

"Are you alright, friend? That was quite an entrance you made there. I am Caelius of Thorolund, a cleric of the Way of White, and protector of the faith. I see by your armor that you are a knight of Catarina, but might I ask your name?" She extended her hand towards the knight, offering help. "And I am Avina of The Great Swamp. And I really hope this isn't a habit of yours."

 

[JudgeDAN]

Dazed and confused Marcus saw the Cleric lean over and speak to him, followed by the Swamp Girl.

"Are you alright, friend? That was quite an entrance you made there. I am Caelius of Thorolund, a cleric of the Way of White, and protector of the faith. I see by your armor that you are a knight of Catarina, but might I ask your name?"

"And I am Avina of The Great Swamp. And I really hope this isn't a habit of yours."

The two of them extended their hands in aide, but Marcus declined by waving his hand and grunting.

"Aye thank ya, but I think I got it.", he said as he wobbled and struggled to get back up, though mostly it was due to the bruising on his back... and mostly his cumbersome armour.

It was not out of rudeness mind you, but simply because he didn't want to accidentally pull too hard on them and bring them crashing to the floor. Simply put, he didn't exactly know how strong he was. He began to pick himself up, as per usual in his line of work, sitting up and shaking his head. He turned to the cleric and spoke in a slow but deep voice.

"My name is Marcus, and uh... I suppose you can say that I'm an adventurer!

He then turned his head towards the young lady Avina.

"And yes ma'm, it is kinda difficult for me not to... especially with all of them monsters about... poor sods.", he said with a sigh.

After a few moments of struggle, he picked himself up, standing fairly tall, brushed off his armour, and turned to the cleric and pyromancer, looking down to them.

"But in all due respect, I thank you kindly... It is hard to admit... but even I get stuck sometimes.", He boasts chuckling.

As he laughed, Derrick the bird sat on the edge of the hole that Marcus made and began to tweet a bit here and there. Almost there after, just he flew off out of sight from the rest of the party. Marcus had not noticed this however as he continued to speak.

"You said you was a member of the way of the white correct? Well I am humbled! I knew of one of yours as well, as I traveled with a group of them to this place... well until we got separated that is..."

 

[Tactical Pause]

Caelius quizzically tilted his head to one side as the small bird climbed inside Marcus' helmet, and the man seemed to take no notice whatsoever. However, he was further puzzled by the knight's next statement.

"You said you was a member of the way of the white correct? Well I am humbled! I knew of one of yours as well, as I traveled with a group of them to this place... well, until we got separated that is..."

"Hm, curious," he said. "I was not informed of any other expeditions of the faith coming this way. Do you, by any chance, know for what purpose they were here?"

 

[Red_Fog]

Travis was once again struck speechless as a pair of legs crashed through the ceiling, shortly followed by the rest of the body of a man clad fully in armor customary of country of Catarina. The onion shaped armor was oft ridiculed by the knights of Astora who quite fancied their elegant, form fitting platemail. At least they did until they had to face a Catarinian in battle. Though not particularly harder to penetrate than other plates, the design of Catarina made it so that a weapon had to be plunged several inches deep before it could so much as cause the wearer a scratch, the large pockets of empty space used as a sort of armor all their own. This came at a cost of restricted and awkward movement, but veterans who knew how to cope with those weaknesses were tough and dangerous opponents, or staunch allies.

Pleasantries were exchanged as the self proclaimed adventurer got to his feet, and the group began to probe the newcomer with questions.

"Hm, curious. I was not informed of any other expeditions of the faith coming this way. Do you, by any chance, know for what purpose they were here?"

"It is unlikely of them to keep you, an undead, informed of sensitive church business. Cleric or not, the accursed are not trusted in the world we used to call home. I do know that expeditions are sent here with some regularity and all are sent for the same purpose we were. Most countries are quite eager to be rid of their undead, and for Astora, these expeditions represent an opportunity to retake what was lost. Though, we have since given up on anything ever coming of these expeditions. However I am surprised that two expeditions were begun so close together that we would already catch up with some of it's party. How long were you stuck in there Marcus?"

 

[JudgeDAN]

"Hm, curious, I was not informed of any other expeditions of the faith coming this way. Do you, by any chance, know for what purpose they were here?"

Marcus looked towards Caelius, is head and helm moving as one. He then shrugged and responded,

"Can't say I do... they told me that they needed help and I offered my axe to them."

He rubbed the side of his head, trying to recall something important.

"My memory has always been off... t'was always like this, ever since I was young." He said with a chuckle.

The knight Travis then walked forward and spoke informatively, explaining more elaborately on the situation at hand. Until he asked...

"How long were you stuck in there Marcus?"

Marcus laughed a bit, hoping that his next answer wouldn't by any means worry them.

"Oh! About three days at least... give or take. But it wasn't stuck in there by accident if thats what ya mean! Our party were attacked by something... something wicked. And well... I heard the door slam behind me just as everyone else got attacked! And I can be darn sure that it wasn't the wind that did it either!"

He looked around the church until he noticed in the distance a dead body of a robed man of some kind, dead and lying off to the side of the church. He pointed towards the body to show the others.

"That was Callos me thinks... he was always weak in the knees... I hope the others are alright."

 

[Texas Joker 52]

-Isis-​

As Avina continued to try and assist their new arrival, Marcus, Isis couldn't help but simply watch the spectacle, first of the large, Catarina man stepped out from where he had been trapped. He stepped out onto the rotting floorboards of the ruined churches second level, only to hear the cracking of the wood beneath him. Then the bird, who she was convinced was the Derrick he had been speaking of, decided to fly over.

The assassin took a single step forward and opened her mouth to say something, but she paused and closed her mouth again. What happened next was nothing short of comical. The bird, deciding it was past time to go back to what was invariably his nest atop Marcus' helmet, was the little bit of weight that was needed to cause Marcus to crash down through the floor, and onto the ground level.

Shaking her head, she stepped forward as soon as the dust settled. Caelius was the first to lean over the Knights fallen form and introduced himself, followed by Avina, and both offered their hands to help him up.

Marcus politely declined before helping himself up, before properly introducing himself as well.

"My name is Marcus, and uh... I suppose you can say that I'm an adventurer! And yes ma'm, it is kinda difficult for me not to... especially with all of them monsters about... poor sods. But in all due respect, I thank you kindly... It is hard to admit... but even I get stuck sometimes. You said you was a member of the way of the white correct? Well I am humbled! I knew of one of yours as well, as I traveled with a group of them to this place... well until we got separated that is...".

Isis tilted her head at that. He had been on another expedition, apparently one that had started not long before theirs had, considering he had only gotten this far. Given the reputation of Catarina Knights, surely he had to have gotten farther if the expedition had gone out longer before their own. And it seemed that Caelius found it odd as well.

"Hm, curious. I was not informed of any other expeditions of the faith coming this way. Do you, by any chance, know for what purpose they were here?".

At that, Travis seemed to shake his head, and explained that undead, even Clerics, were hardly trusted by the properly living, and said that he was likely uninformed of Church intentions. Isis found it sad, yet true, especially given the accounts her mother told her when she was younger.

"How long were you stuck in there Marcus?".

At Travis' question, Marcus turned to the knight and answered promptly, before pointing at a nearby robed corpse.

"Oh! About three days at least... give or take. But it wasn't stuck in there by accident if thats what ya mean! Our party were attacked by something... something wicked. And well... I heard the door slam behind me just as everyone else got attacked! And I can be darn sure that it wasn't the wind that did it either! That was Callos me thinks... he was always weak in the knees... I hope the others are alright.".

With a small sigh, Isis nodded and reached to her side for the Ivory Talisman. "We can pray to Gwyn for them. In the meantime however, we should rest, regroup, and make a plan of action to get to the Archives. If the things that managed to trap you in there are still around the township, and I would be willing to bet they are, we need to be cautious, and keep on our guard.", she said, before stepping forward and holding out a hand to him.

"I am Isis, of Carim. It's a pleasure, since I've yet to meet someone from Catarina. Very distinctive armor.", she pointed out, smiling a little wider beneath her porcelain headpiece.

 

[DarkRawen]

Even though Avina had gone to help the man, it seemed his bad luck wasn't over quite yet. With a wrong step, and perhaps, although unlikely, the extra weight of the bird, the man fell through the floor, and hit the ground. Rang looked towards the fallen man, worried.

"...uggghhhhh....bloody...hell."

"A-are you... fine?" he asked, but it was barely a whisper. The others started speaking before Rang could summon the courage to speak louder.


"Are you alright, friend? That was quite an entrance you made there. I am Caelius of Thorolund, a cleric of the Way of White, and protector of the faith. I see by your armor that you are a knight of Catarina, but might I ask your name?"

"And I am Avina of The Great Swamp. And I really hope this isn't a habit of yours."

The strange man seemed to be fine, as he started speaking as well. His armor was... peculiar.
"My name is Marcus, and uh... I suppose you can say that I'm an adventurer!

Adventurer? Here?

Rang didn't doubt what the man had to say, they had to trust people, after all.

Although, what sort of adventurer?

"You said you was a member of the way of the white correct? Well I am humbled! I knew of one of yours as well, as I traveled with a group of them to this place... well until we got separated that is..."

"Hm, curious. I was not informed of any other expeditions of the faith coming this way. Do you, by any chance, know for what purpose they were here?"

"It is unlikely of them to keep you, an undead, informed of sensitive church business. Cleric or not, the accursed are not trusted in the world we used to call home. I do know that expeditions are sent here with some regularity and all are sent for the same purpose we were. Most countries are quite eager to be rid of their undead, and for Astora, these expeditions represent an opportunity to retake what was lost. Though, we have since given up on anything ever coming of these expeditions. However I am surprised that two expeditions were begun so close together that we would already catch up with some of it's party. How long were you stuck in there Marcus?"

Rang looked between the people speaking, being careful with not making eye-contact, despite that he wanted to say something. Perhaps he would be able to, soon?

"Can't say I do... they told me that they needed help and I offered my axe to them."

"I am Isis, of Carim. It's a pleasure, since I've yet to meet someone from Catarina. Very distinctive armor."

Everyone's introducing themselves to him...

Rang decided that he had to do the same, and walked over to the man named Marcus, eyes kept on the ground.

"H-hello, I'm Rang," he muttered. "Are you okay?"

 

[JudgeDAN]

Turning around Marcus noticed two other members of the party, one being a rather slender looking women, the other being a rather jittery looking wizard. He turned to them both as the tall women began to speak.

"We can pray to Gwyn for them. In the meantime however, we should rest, regroup, and make a plan of action to get to the Archives. If the things that managed to trap you in there are still around the township, and I would be willing to bet they are, we need to be cautious, and keep on our guard."

Marcus nodded, he couldn't agree more. Though he may have realized that he had imposed on their time, perhaps he could offer his help in some way. He thought for a minute about asking until the tall women walked toward him. She held out her hand towards Marcus, just as the wizard seemed to inch closer and closer nervously.

"I am Isis, of Carim. It's a pleasure, since I've yet to meet someone from Catarina. Very distinctive armor."

Marcus looked at her hand and gave it a firm handshake.

"Hohooo! Not many do Miss...er Isis was it? Normally outside folk just considered us as oddities...Me? I like to consider our kind...hmmm..."

He paused for a minute, still shaking her hand.

"..mmmm... AH! Yes! Brave warriors of sorts, if you can find that easy to believe."

He laughed for a bit and let go of his grip, until he took notice to the small wizard.

"H-hello, I'm Rang, Are you okay?"

"Hmm? Why yes I feel fine as ever, thank you!", He said with confidence.

He began to look over the wizard up and down. Truth be told, he found magic rather intriguing, though he never fancied himself ever doing something so out there. He was however concerned about the wizard Rang, as he thought he was giving off a bad impression.

"Yet you seem quite the opposite? Are you ill? Maybe I have something to help you!"

He began to search the back pouch of his armour, specifically for a mushroom of sorts that was said to have healing properties... and some off side effects. But his search was fruitless, as the pouch was empty... the last of his food was gone, and with good timing considering he too was also hungry.

"Bugger! I ran out of the mushrooms... oh well, say you all seem rather kind in helping me thus far, would it be possible if I join you for the short while. If you are part of a similar group my company was before, then perhaps we share a similar goal in mind! Why, you could almost say it was fate really.

Marcus bursted out a rather loud laugh, he couldn't help but find this situation rather amusing. Meanwhile however, the bird Derrick, was fluttering around the other end of the church, out of sight and out of mind.