"Gah! Protect innocent people from that dragon!" He exclaimed as he tried to wriggle into a more comfortable position--The knife wasn't very forgiving. "And save your damned prayers, filth." He hissed towards Natasha, with a glare so intense, it was a wonder he didn't spit venom. He heard cries from within the forest--It seemed someone was calling out, their voice moving as they wandered through the vegetation. He looked back at Sinai with narrowed eyes. "Countless innocent humans would have been murdered if that dragon had been unleashed at the castle. We won't let that happen, no matter who gets in our way. Honestly, I'd say we succeeded, wouldn't you?" He said again with another dry laugh. "Your friends are no doubt dead by now. They fell from a large ways up, and I doubt they would have been able to keep a good grip on the beast in their current state. That sounds like a mission accomplished to me." He said with obvious relish, searching the faces of his hated enemies for their reaction to their news, before jerking his head forward, and cutting his throat on the dagger of his own accord. As the blood poured out of the wound to his jugular, he gave one last parting shot.

"Ha...I wonder how...how their splattered remains...will taste to the creatures of the forest...Haha..." He died with his last laugh echoing around the forest.

A blank look came over Tiberius's face. It was just a misunderstanding? "That drag-NO!" The man had lurched forward. The Hylian tried to move the knife away from the vulnerable neck, but his reaction was too slow. "Natasha, do something!"

The mid-faerie had been shocked, first at being called filth, and then at the man's action. Her friend's uncle brought her out of the shock. "It's too late," she said, sadness in her tones.

"Resurrect him!"

"Faeries aren't forbidden to reanimate the dead because we simply don't have that magic. There's nothing I can do for him." Tiberius swore and flung the dagger into the ground. "The important thing now is that we find Seth and the others. I told them to cover their mouth and eyes, but that gas this man created still could've effected them. We need to make sure that they're okay and nothing happens to them should they be unconscious."

She looked up into the sky, trying to retrace the frantic fall in her mind's eyes. "I think they might be this way." She began to run in the direction she had pointed, praying that she was right; the forest was far too large to make a wrong guess. [Meh, throw in an Awareness Check]

OOC:Well...Now that my character is dead, not much to do...oh well.

IC: As Natasha ran through the forest, her Awareness Check failed (Got a 2 roll ) and she saw no trace of her friends. It was highly likely that she had taken off in the wrong direction--Or, perhaps, the trajectory of their flight had changed. They also could have just carried farther away than she could see. However, there was something else--The same voice that was heard during the first rider's interrogation sounded again, this time much closer.

"Arryn! Where've you gone? I heard you over this way, did you get 'em? 'Ey! Who're you?"

"...I'm here to help..." Came a second voice, this one much lower. It didn't carry far, and they would have to strain to hear it.

"Are you now? Well too bad, you stony lump. We got it wrapped up. Now why don't you go find a nice hole to bury yourself in, mineral Manny?"

"...Why are you so hostile? Are you not one of the assassins of--"

"Yes I am, but I ain't takin' no help from you, you lout."

"...I must ask you to change your mind..."

"Does it look like I'm needin' help, you ugly excuse fer a--Gah! The hell're you--"

"Yes, it does look like you're in severe need of help. Too bad I've lost patience." Though this second voice maintained it's low tone, it was radiating with intense hatred.

"Why're you--Stop! " The voice had escalated to a high-pitched shriek. "You expect payment for--"

THUNK!

The voice was abruptly cut off by the loud noise, which was followed by a creak, a whoosh, and a crash. The second voice sounded again, this time further away, and still fading.

"I hope I don't get docked pay for that..."

The pair stopped to listen to the strange conversation. Tiberius gulped as he heard the sound of apparent death. "Come on," he said dryly, facing back to their original position, hoping that they only had to keep on going a little bit forward to find every safe.

The mid-faerie, however, had a different plan. She ran after the voice, shouting, "Wait! Do you know what's going!"

"Natasha!" the Hylian hissed. He swore and began to follow the small woman; there was no point in splitting up even further.

After a few minutes of stumbling through the mess of roots and shrubbery, the pair came upon an interesting site with an interesting sight. (Sorry, couldn't help myself. I made a typo the first time, then saw the verbal irony and had to use it ) One of the trees was snapped about four feet up--The top part was caught in the branches of several other trees, rolling back and forth slightly on the trunk. The wood where the two pieces met was completely decimated, chips of bark were everywhere, and the stump itself was jutting out on the opposite side. Possibly the most attention-grabbing thing, however, was the body. Pressed and nearly embedded into the trunk was a mess of organs and skin. Gristle from the bones of the victim's ribcage were littering the ground, and the area around him was flecked red. It was impossible to tell how wide the man had been, as his entire torso had been obliterated by the same tremendous force that had splintered the tree. His limbs swung limply, swayed by the breeze, and his head was lolled back, his wide glassy eyes and open mouth portraying shock and fright. The owner of the second voice was nowhere to be seen.

Some might call the scene interesting. Tiberius certainly didn't think so. It was the most gruesome thing he had ever seen; the old Hylian turned around and vomited. While retching wasn't Natasha's first option, she too had to turn away from the horrible sight.

After the youngest of the two caught his breath, he asked, "Are you sure you want to go after that voice?"

"I'm never sure about anything these days," the mid-faerie said. "Is rogavit nam hic," she muttered to herself. She tried to edge around the sight, but Tiberius grabbed her arm.

"Please, let's just find Sheila and the others," he said, his voice pleading.

She sighed. "Fine." She took a guess at the area where she had originally guessed where Seth and the other two women were and started to walk that way.

OOC: By the way, I probably got the Latin wrong, but meh. Close enough.

OOC: NECROPOST NECROPOST NECROPOST

IC: "Wut der 'ell 's dat?"

Rose was soon being prodded with a very splintery stick.

"'s dat wings? Dat ain't nermal, nope, t'ain't."

A chubby hand rolled the druid over, and a mess of tangled black hair soon fell across her face as a large figure loomed over her.

"A people? Dat's a nermal people wit' wings. Huh."

He jabbed her with the stick a few more times.

"'ey, yeh 'kay dere, miz?"

Rose groaned. The combination of a stick prodding her and the awkward bending of her dragon wings brought her out of unconsciousness. She weakly waved away the man and managed to sit up against a tree. "I'll be fine in a moment," the Tarm druid said with some difficulty.

After a while, she got up and nudged Seth with her foot to wake him. Rose helped him up, and together, they managed to get Sheila out of the tree; however, this resulted in all three of them collapsing into a heap on the forest floor. They remained there, still weak from the gas and falling hundreds of feet from the sky. At least the human had gotten rid of her wings, so they weren't hurting her as her two companions laid on top of her.

"Naow, naow, t'ain't 'ealt'y ta sleep all da time. I'd know."

Bending over by the pile of new faces, the fat man broke out into a toothy grin behind his dark locks, the heavy scent of liquor issuing forth from his mouth.

"Tell ye wut, d'oh, yeh shure look tar'd. Cudd use a Clerk's 'elp rut naow, cun'tcha?"

He stood up, staff stretched over the trio.

"I's gon' ask ye's to say 'please', but I's tah nice fer dat."

Then the incantation started.

"Oh God'sis, 'eal these...peoples...err...I'll gif up drenkin'."

A light issued forth from his staff, healing the scrapes and bruises Rose, Sheila, and Seth had gained from their fall.

"'eh heh, werks ever' time. God'sis ner lurn."

With the help of the clerk, the three companions got up. With the pain no longer distracting them, they are disgusted by the man's appearance, but mostly by his breath; however, they did a good job of hiding it from him. "Thank you," Rose managed to say.

Seth had his military and nomadic training to distract him; he looked around them, checking their surroundings. "It looks like we're in the North Forest. Do you gals see Uncle Tiberius and Natasha?"

"I don't," Sheila said. "Maybe they're heading back to Ruto."

"They should be going to North Castle," Rose replied. "That's where Saber needs help....But Tiberius is injured, and Ruto Town is closer, so we'll look for them there. Sir, can you help us get back to the road?" The druid looked at the clerk, but tried to stay upwind of his breath without making it seem so.

"Betcher pritty eyes I can."

Burlo looked up through the canopy, seeing the edge of the cliff. "Jes' a lil' bit too 'igh ta jump up ta." He looked back at the group, rubbing his meaty hands together. "Tells' ye what, I's know o' dis grit pub o'er 'n Ruto." He chuckled to himself, then hicced. "When's we gets dere, drinks on 'oever's got de dough!" Not waiting for an answer, he began to trundle off along the cliff face to the east, humming happily. Suddenly, he stopped,and reversed his trundling.

"Saber? Wha's Saber gots ta do wit' any o' dis?" He was peering straight into Rose's face--she had mentioned his chum, desite his delay in noticing it.

"Do we really have to stick around with him that long?" Sheila whispered into Seth's ear, standing on tip toes to reach it. The man merely smirked.

"I was helping Saber look for someone," Rose explained to the fat clerk. "I left him to go get some help. How do you know Saber?" It dawned on her that she didn't know how long she was unconscious for. "Did you contact him recently?"

"Saber's one o' me mates!"

Burlo broke out into a toothy grin, his face shining with pure unadulterated pleasure at the thought of meeting a friend's friend. "Naow why's 'e need 'elp?" His brow furrowed. "'e h'ain't 'n trubbel, 's 'e?"

"I's ain't seen the lad in ages. 'ope 'e weren't in dat inn dat burned down yestraday."

Rose had to force herself to remain calm. "I hope he wasn't as well. He was in that inn, looking for clues to some old murder. He wasn't in trouble when I left him, but he might be now."

She looked over to her two companions. "Tiberius and Natasha are going to have to take care of themselves," Rose said. "We need to go to North Castle immediately and see if we can't track Saber down. If the goddesses are kind, we'll meet him on the way."

The druid turned back towards Burlo. "The quickest way to North Castle, then, if you know it."

"T'at does 't den!" Burlo shouted--very out of character for the Cleric.

"E'ry'wun 'round me!" He ordered, taking out his staff and holding it in front of him. Closing his eyes, he said "Dis 's one o' da perks fer werkin' fer Nayruh." A blue crystal appeared around the group, and they were lifted into the air, through the canopy and then out over the forest. The castle could be seen, far off in the distance--and they were gone.

Within minutes, they were in front of the Temple in North Castle Town.

OOC: I think we'll make a different topic for this next part. I gots an idea