Turtle asks: “So who’s good with an axe?”
With a pronounced countenance of disgust Pertinax
“Cut the head? That’s barbaric. Let the record
reflect that I am opposed in principle to the idea of
civilized people cutting heads as trophies or proof.
But if you wish to proceed I will not actively oppose
Treveylan walks over to Turtle, takes the axe from her, “Here let me do it… ”
He rests his foot on the ogre’s chin to push the head back exposing the soft flesh of the neck, doubles up his grip on the handle… and cleaves directly into the esophagus, directly above the shoulders with all his might….”
“Aye tis nasty work… but a good way to get your frustration out…, ” he smiles amidst the blood spattering, as he proceeds to work to remove the head.
(still picking ogre guts off her shield spikes, Turtle snorts, grabbing the head by its hair and stuffs it into a sack)
“Objection noted. Let this ‘record’ reflect that I do not care.”
(sinching the sack) “Let it also reflect that no one voiced any objections to my suggestion about gutting frogs, which was a fruitful idea, and those same instincts apply here.” (spitting on the decapitated body) “I’m sure the rest of us barbarians appreciate you for not ‘actively opposing’ our efforts, whatever the Nine Hells that means.”
(tying the sack to her belt)
“Shall we skip the morality harague and finish our rescue? Even though we’re already, a-head.”
(smiles and whistles a tune somewhat off-key)
“Oy Turtle don’t be starting no arguments… let it go… he has said his opinion on the matter… you have said yours… let it be… You’re both right,” Treveylan says, trying to diffuse the situation before it gets worse. “We each have our own opinions, our own methods, our own beliefs…
let us not fight amongst each other, we are here to help others… THAT is what WE are here for…,” stating the point clearly and directly.
So we take the ogre head. I guess it can’t hurt.” Florent smiles as he catches the irony of his statement, and with his typical awkward social grace says, “Get it. Can’t hurt, ‘cause he’s dead, so it won’t hurt, and you can never have enough evidence…” Uhhhh, anyway. My swings have been a bit errant lately. If you want the head to be recognizable after decapitation, perhaps sawing it off would be a better idea. We’re not in a rush.”
Turning to the half-elf: “I agree that the church of the defender should know of this threat as well. In fact, I have been feeling a growing closeness to Helm these past few days. I will need to confirm this with the abbot, but I believe I have been chosen by Helm to join the ranks of the holy protectors. So we will have a ‘in’ with the brothers now.”
Looking to the prisoners: “I think we have learned more than you give us credit for, Treveylan. We know that this is an organized operation, with enough financial backing to stock pile large amounts of goods and gear. We know they are powerful enough to enlist an ogre to guard the prisoners, and more impressive, they are strong enough to keep the ogre from killing and eating the prisoners for more than a week. Given the proximity of the zombies, we can also guess that they must have some power over the undead, unless we happened to be here at the exact time of their rising and revolt. Who knows what else the freed prisoners will be able to tell us on the walk back to Homlette. If Helm answers my prayers, I will offering them healing and comfort. I will tend to your wounds, Fernoc, as well as my own, of course.” Florent rubs his sore shoulder with a grimace.
“What else have we learned?”
“Having said that, failing at making that ogre fall
asleep made me think of the Eleventh Markovian
Principle of Weave Regression. Now I get it! I
believe using this algorithm will permit me to
memorize more of the words and gestures of power that
allow me to call upon the weave. I am pleased.”
Florent: “I have no idea what you just said. I am guessing it was something to do with magic, though, and I want to talk with you about that. I understand that your Art and divine magic draw on different energies, but are not some of the results similar? Take a spell that creates light, for example. If Helm answers my prayers I am learning that I can create light the same way you can through study.” Florent holds out a handful of glass beads from the ogre chest. “I was thinking these would be good items to use as a focus for the light spells. What other ways could we collaborate, do you think?”
“When we get back, and after we tell Rufus and Vern of
our findings, we should celebrate. I wish we had more
appropriate liquor than this brandy but it will do.”
“I do agree that removing the head of this ogre may seem barbaric, Pertinax, but consider how we are viewed currently in the village… very few actually wish to do business with us… those that do, gouge us at each turn. We are outcasts regardless of our actions, and while the people distrust us… without undeniable proof they will think we are nothing more than troublesome instigators… perhaps their minds have already considered that we are the problem and not the solution… What we do may not prove anything to these people… but if we allow the Brothers of Helm to tell
the village, as well as Burn and Rufus… our merit may hold more sway…,” he looks about as he speaks calmly and tries to ensure that his point is clear.
“When we get back to town, I would like to get rid of this crossbow… perhaps pick up a nice Longbow… perhaps a composite bow…,” his eyes waver, seemingly recalling a memory… when he speaks suddenly, “A fool I am !! Had I realized it then, would I have been more effective now… A
brilliant man, quite smart… I had only wished he had made it clearer than he did…,” Treveylan laughs warmly and fully, obviously enthralled by his realization.
He moves about gathering ammunition and gear for the trip back to the village…. Occasionally Treveylan picks up a different weapon, measures it weight and balance… practices a few moves with each… he looks as if he
is trying to remember offensive and defensive attacks, moves…