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May 8, 2026 11:57 am
Marev retrieves his arrow from the dirt with a hand that isn't quite as steady as he’d like. He keeps his back to the group for a moment, staring into the dark brush and trying to slow his own racing heart. The wet, popping sound of the creatures is still echoing in his ears.

His voice a bit strained and lacking its usual grit.
"The silence is what worries me. Two of those things shouldn't have been enough to quiet the whole woods."

He looks back at the others, his face pale under the forest shadows.

"If they're... if they're clear, Borgo, maybe try to wake them? I don't think any of us are in a state to carry them right now, and I'd really rather not be standing here if more of those things decide to drop."
OOC:
Marev retrieves his arrow and maintains a watch on the perimeter. He’s shaken by how close that came to being Berith, and his focus is on making sure nothing else is creeping up while the party is distracted.
OOC:
Wisdom (Senses) roll

Rolls

Wisdom (Senses) - (1d20)

(12) = 12

May 8, 2026 12:32 pm
"Hmmm...." Borgo hummed as he carefully completed his examinations.
OOC:
Let's see what the DM ca reveal about the health and condition of these two individuals and I'll have Borgo blurt out what he's discovered.
May 8, 2026 8:23 pm
Elspaeth moves in closer to the others, crossbow still at the ready. She frowns and glances about at the strangers prone on the ground. "Not what we came for. Yet more annoying distractions..."
May 9, 2026 6:13 am
Berith freezes in fear as the things attaches itself to her neck and then shudders as she feels the little mouths biting her and attempting to latch itself to her like many little leeches.

Seeing Borgo rush at her with his dagger, she has a moment of panic before she sees Borgo's concern and determination in his eyes. Dropping the hand she started to raise, Berith stays still and holds her breath while he quickly but carefully slides his dagger beneath the thing, and she feels the coldness of his dagger's blade against her throat.

As he rips it off and kills it, Berith lets out the breath she was holding in a large gust. Sweat had beaded on her forehead and she uses her arm to swipe it off. Gently touching her neck where she feels the bites, Berith pulls her hand away and looks at it, concerned that she might be infected.

Taking out a handkerchief, she wipes the blood away, checking to make sure it is blood and not black ooze.

"Thank you Borgo. You saved my life. I will not forget it."
May 9, 2026 6:37 am
"Nah! Don’t sweat it, Berith, we’ve got each other’s backs. You’d have done the same for me. We all just want to avoid what happened to Albrecht and Thak," he now turned to face Marev, Vennok and Nord. "Whatever is down in that temple, it’s spawning these things. Given time, they kill and take over their host. We’ve also seen things that are like a bunch of limbs packed together by this black goo, and even a giant-sized one, who took out Lattremond. They can also moan, you see, when they gibber and moan, your brains go all soft like jelly, it’s hard to keep focus."
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May 9, 2026 5:37 pm
Marev’s eyes linger for a moment on Berith’s bloodied handkerchief, his jaw tightening.

"I shouldn't have called us over"

he admits, his voice a rough, quiet rasp. He avoids her gaze, staring instead at the woodline.

"I thought we were helping people... I didn't think I was leading us into a nest. I apologize for exposing myself. It almost cost us more than a few arrows"

As Borgo speaks of temples and brain-melting horrors, a cold hollow forms in Marev's gut. He’s tracked predators before, but parasites and "gibbering" abominations are a nightmare his woodsman’s logic can't grasp.

He turns back to the woods, knuckles white against his bow, looking further into the surrounding, acting as a silent shield for the group.
May 9, 2026 11:11 pm
Vennok listens as Borgo explains what they've learned about these creatures; things spawned in the temple, things that consume and take over their hosts, things with voices that can turn brains to jelly. His scales quiver as the reality of what they're facing sinks in deeper.

He watches Marev turn away, shoulders tense with guilt, and sees the ranger's white-knuckled grip on his bow as he keeps watch on the surrounding forest.

Vennok lowers his own bow completely now, though he doesn't unstring it. His golden eyes dart between the unconscious villagers and the forest around them.

"So these things come from the temple. They kill people, take them over, wear them like sssuits..." His voice is hollow, processing what Borgo has told them. "And when they gibber, they can turn minds to mush."

He takes a few careful steps closer to the group, but keeps his distance from the two unconscious humans. His tail curls nervously around his legs.

"How long before more of thossse sssthings find them? Or before they wake up and sssomething elssse isss inside their heads?"

He glances at Marev, then back at the villagers.

"Should we bind them? Keep them sssafe? Or do we need to move on to the temple before more of thossse ssspawn?" His voice carries the weight of a choice he doesn't want to make.
May 11, 2026 11:09 am
Marev makes a slow circuit of the nearby area searching for anything that might indicate danger hides in the undergrowth. Soon after Borgo finishes his examination of the two on the ground, Marev returns shaking his head at the questioning looks from the others. He's seen no sign and burning tang in the air is centered around the battleground.

Borgo sits up after finishing his brief examination of the man's wounds. The broken nose and lips were nothing. The real damage delt would be inside his skull. Only time would tell whether he'd have any lingering wound. He'd heard of men being left addled after heavy blows to the skull, but this guys face seems to have absorbed much of the impact. The worrying injury was found at the back of his neck, similarly to the woman. Borgo had patched her cut and stuffed her puncture with a poltice, but the neck wound had initially set him back on his heels. On their necks, Borgo found large raw patches with several holes where the skin and muscle had been chewed through. Around these were several small holes or cuts. Maybe the things were feeding off them; draining their blood and using the wounds as a way of controling them? After rinsing the wounds with water, the rank fluid gave way to bright red blood, and Borgo felt confident in bandaging them as well.

Though he was not sure these people would be the same as they were before. Borgo felt confident the things left nothing behind and they would likely not be any real danger when they woke.
May 11, 2026 4:55 pm
"Disgusting things," the goblin concluded after his examinations. "These two should recover, given time. They might have their wits addled, but they’re still human, it seems."

He looked around, at his companion’s grim faces. "We shouldn’t let them here, other things might come and take them. Must make sure they are awake, and have some food and can head back to town. And we shouldn’t let never, and I mean never, be alone out here, or in the Temple… those things act quick, and can easily take us over, if we’re alone."
May 13, 2026 6:49 pm
While Marev was scouting he searched for the herbs necessary to make a healing salve for the villagers

"I was able to find herbs nearby to make a salve. It's not much but it may be enough to keep their wounds from getting infected"

Marev grinds the herbs into a thin paste on a rock and then applies it to the villagers wounds.
Then he looks at Borgo
"What now? Should we try to carry them back to the village? I hate to leave them here but we're losing daylight"
OOC:
Herbalism: Make an INT check to prepare an herbal remedy you choose. If you fail, you can't make that remedy again until you successfully rest. Unused remedies expire in 3 rounds.
Herbs
DC Effect
11 Salve. Heals 1 HP
12 Stimulant. You can't be surprised for 10 rounds
13 Foebane. ADV on attacks and damage against one creature type you choose for 1d6 rounds
14 Restorative. Ends one poison or disease
15 Curative. Equivalent to a Potion of Healing
OOC:
1d20+ 2 (INT) Success
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Rolls

Herbalism: Healing Salve - (1d20+2)

(14) + 2 = 16

May 14, 2026 7:10 pm
Vennok watches as Marev finishes preparing the herbal salve and applies it to the villagers' wounds. The kobold sits nearby, his bow finally resting across his knees.

When Marev asks about carrying them back, Vennok glances at the unconscious pair, then at the darkening sky filtered through the trees.

"We sshould wake them first. If they can walk, even ssslow, they have a chance of reaching town before dark. Better than leaving them here for thossse things to find again."

He pauses, then adds more quietly:

"But we ssstick together. No one alone. Not ever again down there."
May 15, 2026 6:26 am
Surprised that anyone would look at him for guidance, Borgo looked back at Marev. "I don’t know. We could try to wake them up and set them on their way, if they are capable. I don’t think we can walk them back. We should burn Thak, though. Don’t want his body to be used again by these things… "

Seeing that Vennok was pretty much of the same opinion, Borgo nodded in agreement.

"We should not split, ever. Though there be traps down there, slide traps, the purpose of which is precisely to oppose on or two of us to impossible odds…"
May 15, 2026 2:32 pm
Marev leans over the two villagers, his hands still stained with the green residue of the healing salve. He shakes them gently by the shoulders, his voice a low, urgent whisper.

"Can you hear me? Wake up. We need to get you moving."

He watches closely for any sign of consciousness a flutter of the eyes, a groan, or a tensed muscle
May 16, 2026 1:59 am
After Borgo and Marev’s tender ministrations, the two begin to rouse, but whether it’s the healthful benefits of the salve or its smell that finally brings them to lucidity is up for debate.

The woman wakes faster than the man and is immediately fearful of you strangers after coming to in a strange place, but when she lays eyes upon the man, she instantly launches into hysterics which sends the man lurching to his feet in a semiconscious search for danger.

It takes a good 10 minutes to calm and settle the both of them without coming to blows again, but you eventually get out of the woman, Tula, that it was the man who attacked her in her homestead, striking her down and dragging her into the woods. Handy, initially disputes this vehemently, but goes silent for a moment as if remembering something. Gandry takes two stumbling steps as if to off but collapses to his knees lamenting that he remembers but that it wasn’t him and that the last thing he remembers from before was milking his cow.

You spend more time explaining to them what you think happened. At the mention of the things on their necks making them do things, both grow silent and uneasy. Borgo assures them the they are gone and nothing remains. This eases their anxiety somewhat and Gandry begins repeating, "See? It weren’t me", as if still pleasing his innocence.
May 16, 2026 2:08 am
Information you glean from these shocky and confused people:

Both seem to have been taken from their farms. Tula by Gandry.

They have both been party to at least one other abduction and taken their victim(s) to some dark place with stairs. They point in the direction of the Dwarves tomb you were headed to when queried, but aren’t able to provide and information about the place or what fate befell those they brought, though you can guess. They don’t ask and you spare them the details.

They do indicate that there were …others. Tula, thinks she recognised two: Mordel from the next farm over and Bowlrel her oldest son. Maybe. Gandry mentions things in the dark, and gags when you ask him to describe them. He refuses to speak of it, but waves his arms vaguely. He doesn’t mention it again.

They have both been "away" for several days. Gandry for almost a full week; though a large man, he does look half starved.

They aren’t sure about Thak, and refuse to look at the corpse.

They are both immediately concerned for their families once their heads clear enough to make room for thoughts of others. They are both fearful to try for their homes now and agree to head back to town. Both are fearful of going alone, but will NOT, go towards the temple. You notice they both avoid even looking in that direction.

They will pass along any message you want to give to those in town. And thank you profusely once they begin to be able to think about what has happened to them.


What do you do now?
May 19, 2026 3:32 pm
Marev looks between the traumatized pair and the path leading toward the Dwarven tomb, his expression hardening as he hears the name Bowlrel

"The woods are no place for you in this state"
he says, his voice low but steady as he offers a portion of his own rations to the starving Gandry

"The path back to town is clear if you keep the sun to your backs and stay off the low ridges. I’ll mark the first mile of the trail for you to ensure you don't wander toward the temple"

He pauses, placing a hand briefly on Tula’s shoulder.
"We are headed to the stairs. If your son is there, we will find him. Go now, and tell the town elders to watch for any who act as Gandry did the sickness travels on the neck"
OOC:
Survival/Scouting: Marev uses his knowledge of the terrain to point the survivors toward the safest route back to town
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May 21, 2026 7:11 am
"Listen to the man," the goblin added, "the temple is no place for farmers or villagers, much less children. Whomever we can find, we will. Whoever we can save, as we did with you, we will. But stay away, and safe, back in town."
May 22, 2026 4:13 am
"May we proceed?" Elspaeth asks; rolling her eyes. "Time does not stand still..."
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May 24, 2026 5:05 am
After seeing the pair off and waiting a bit to ensure they kept going, the party reached the hill and its entrance with little effort and no more inconvenience.

Elspaeth, Borgo and Berith immediately see that the doors have been forced open more widely and the ground in front disturbed since third passing.

There seems to have been some traffic and evidence of some animals present. Some very large.

Marev makes out some wolf prints near but not entering the opening, as if a few investigated but did not like what they smelled. They bear seemed to have been bolder but likewise left tracks moving away after having at least coming into the entrance.

The human prints are mostly ruined. He can see evidence of older passage, but can make nothing significant of the newer prints other than that more than one person has been in and out. One print could have been Gandry’s or maybe Thak’s.

The open stairway itself lay before you. Stale air with a slight tag wafts gently from the entrance. Dappled light from the afternoon sun partially illuminates the stairs down to about 10’. Borgo describes the wide room with the patterned floor to the new folks.

What is adventure still awaits below?
May 24, 2026 5:05 am
After seeing the pair off and waiting a bit to ensure they kept going, the party reached the hill and its entrance with little effort and no more inconvenience.

Elspaeth, Borgo and Berith immediately see that the doors have been forced open more widely and the ground in front disturbed since third passing.

There seems to have been some traffic and evidence of some animals present. Some very large.

Marev makes out some wolf prints near but not entering the opening, as if a few investigated but did not like what they smelled. They bear seemed to have been bolder and to have been what widened the entrance but likewise left tracks moving away after having at least coming into the entrance.

The human prints are mostly ruined. He can see evidence of older passage, but can make nothing significant of the newer prints other than that more than one person has been in and out. One print could have been Gandry’s or maybe Thak’s.

The open stairway itself lay before you. Stale air with a slight tag wafts gently from the entrance. Dappled light from the afternoon sun partially illuminates the stairs down to about 10’. Borgo describes the wide room with the patterned floor to the new folks.

What is adventure still awaits below?

How Borgo and the rest describe what they found below the stairs.

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