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[h2][color=00aeef][i][b]Baronfjørd "Blackberry" Chedgusah[/b][/i][/color][/h2][i][b][color=00aeef]Dragon Born, Monk (Astral self), Level 05[/color][/b][/i]
[color=00aeef][i][b]HP:[/b][/i][/color] 15 / 40    [color=00aeef][i][b]Armor Class:[/b][/i][/color] 16  [color=00aeef][i][b]Conditions:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=00aeef][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Meeting Spot
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[color=00aeef][i][b]Bonus Action:[/b][/i][/color]
[color=00aeef][i][b]Reaction:[/b][/i][/color] Mild Panic
[color=00aeef][i][b]Ki:[/b][/i][/color] 3/5


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Adrenaline quickly shot back through Blackberry's body when the voice came once again. He spun to face the corpse, the wound in his side screamed at him, reading himself for another fight.

But no fight came. The corpse remained still and silent once more. Hopefully it would stay that way.

He let out a deep sigh which turned to fog in the freezing night air. All at once his strength seemed to leave him and even the astral arms still floating at his shoulders appeared to droop, even dimming slightly.

[color=00aeef]"Well you simply cannot be left unsupervised."[/color] He muttered more to himself than to the headless corpse. He tried hard to suppress a shiver without much luck.

The astral limbs came back into focus upon the physical plane and fingers took shape at the ends, gripping and then pulling the fabric of Blackberry's robes which had come slightly loose sluggishly back into place. He gave a little yelp of pain when he tried to touch the first wound he had been given, and with a hiss BlackBerry decided to leave investigating it to later. He hoped it would be somewhere warm. Speaking of hopes, he turned his head back up to the sky in the hopes of seeing what had made the earlier 'caws' of reply but was met simply by snowflakes upon a backdrop of darkness. BlackBerry looked again to the silent Winery in the distance and then back to the corpse, now slowly gathering a thin blanket of snow. He couldn't stay there standing around freezing his bits off, but he didn't trust leaving the corpse on it's own either, but also what if somewhere was happening back at the winery?

The corpses last words hung heavy in the air and BlackBerry took the moment to wondered if anything he may have given the creature. He was certain he hadn't said anything particular, but perhaps its 'experiment' was more to do with it than him? No...it said it had learned from him...but what?

BlackBerry shook the worries from his mind; he didn't have the time right now to wonder, he had to find out if the others were okay, and then (Cecily's words concerning the dead being on the property from days ago came to mind) get Toombes' body out of here. With the reassuring thought that the corpse probably couldn't do much without a skull (he made a mental note to find the skull, having a vague idea of where it had been sent flying to) he took off down the path back towards the winery at a pained, limping run.

And the evening had started off so well too!

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Jon meanwhile nearly tripped his way out of the Study upon the heels of the adventurers with his head spinning like a top, right into the sight of  Monsieur Laurent being damn near manhandled by Lady Kathryn in what very generously be called a dance. Currently he felt as if held together equal parts in spite of and because of the glass of wine he still held like a life line to anything sane in the world. Earlier, he had wisely kept his mouth shut after Victoria's thorough if blunt explanation of the situation which he couldn't really argue against. 

Now however the man looked slightly ill and kept opening, the closing his mouth and worrying the words he didn't quite have the gall to say. Horse, livestock, how to run a stable those were all things he knew and had very strong, and loud, opinions on. Graveyard soil? Rituals? Magic? This was all far above his station and anything else he had ever wanted in life. Waddling to the table he made sure not to meet either Annicks gaze or her supposed wrath.

"Baronfjørd is in trouble?" Jon echoed as he put down the now empty glass, with the worry barely contained in his voice. "Well we best go get the man before he half freezes out there dressed as he was and how he is." He was already pulling his coat close tight and steeling himself for the cold. "What sort of trouble are we looking at Miss Victoria? Now, now hold on lets not all go rushing out there like headless chickens."