RE: The Restoration of Erihal [GAME START]
09-18-2020, 12:17 AM
At the boat:
Leah takes a good long look at the claw marks with a practiced eye, measuring their length, depth, and spacing. Crouching down closer, she can even see a snagged scale on the splintered wood. Picking it up, she feels its texture between the pads of her fuzzy fingers. From her experience, and the description of the attack, she pegged the beast for a water monitor - though the claws were certainly bigger than any she'd seen on a monitor lizard. Monitors usually aren't too aggressive towards humans, but they can be quite dangerous, with a venomous bite, sharp claws, and fast tails.
Xanthi notices that the claw marks are unusually large, but can't tell anything more with just her eyes. However, when Leah picks out the scale, she thinks to try some of her equipment. Pulling out a small contraption made of metal rods and carved stone weights on strings, she gingerly sets it up on the ground. Xanthi scrapes some of the wood from the claw marks, hoping that the creature left behind more than just the scale, and deposited it in a bowl suspended in the middle of the rods. Watching it carefully, she notices a definite resonance in the bobbing of one particular weight - the one with a carved leaf and a rune she was pretty sure was "Ta". Or maybe "Ra". Unfortunately, she was a bit rusty on this particular device, and the meaning of that resonance doesn't come to her. Perhaps Duril or Malik could help?
In the village:
Duril stands around, his lens thoroughly cleaned and polished. Klyalson's declaration of noodles gets the attention of some, and a woman goes up to him offering the use of her cookpot if he makes enough to share with the village. As for Kamille, the people look at her strangely, but a teenager leaning against one of the houses claps for her.
Jow wanders the outskirts and runs into a man coming back to the village. He seems rather out of breath, and looks Jow up and down.
"A newcomer? You sure picked a bad time to get here."
Leah takes a good long look at the claw marks with a practiced eye, measuring their length, depth, and spacing. Crouching down closer, she can even see a snagged scale on the splintered wood. Picking it up, she feels its texture between the pads of her fuzzy fingers. From her experience, and the description of the attack, she pegged the beast for a water monitor - though the claws were certainly bigger than any she'd seen on a monitor lizard. Monitors usually aren't too aggressive towards humans, but they can be quite dangerous, with a venomous bite, sharp claws, and fast tails.
Xanthi notices that the claw marks are unusually large, but can't tell anything more with just her eyes. However, when Leah picks out the scale, she thinks to try some of her equipment. Pulling out a small contraption made of metal rods and carved stone weights on strings, she gingerly sets it up on the ground. Xanthi scrapes some of the wood from the claw marks, hoping that the creature left behind more than just the scale, and deposited it in a bowl suspended in the middle of the rods. Watching it carefully, she notices a definite resonance in the bobbing of one particular weight - the one with a carved leaf and a rune she was pretty sure was "Ta". Or maybe "Ra". Unfortunately, she was a bit rusty on this particular device, and the meaning of that resonance doesn't come to her. Perhaps Duril or Malik could help?
In the village:
Duril stands around, his lens thoroughly cleaned and polished. Klyalson's declaration of noodles gets the attention of some, and a woman goes up to him offering the use of her cookpot if he makes enough to share with the village. As for Kamille, the people look at her strangely, but a teenager leaning against one of the houses claps for her.
Jow wanders the outskirts and runs into a man coming back to the village. He seems rather out of breath, and looks Jow up and down.
"A newcomer? You sure picked a bad time to get here."
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