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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] 27 / 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] Winery -> Meeting Spot
[color=00aeef][i][b]Action:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=00aeef][i][b]Bonus Action:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=00aeef][i][b]Reaction:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=00aeef][i][b]Ki:[/b][/i][/color] 3/5


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With only some minor protest, Blackberry let himself be lead to the Gazebo. His anxiety was still running high and he kept looking around frantically for any sign of struggle. The others looked more concerned for his well being than his own, and he was relieved to see that none of them looked harmed, but still somewhat on edge understandably.

[color=00aeef]"Please. But do be quick about it Victoria. I worry things may continue to escalate if we do not act soon. But what of the rest of you?"[/color] He asked as he sat down, and untied some of his robes so Victoria could work. [color=00aeef]"Have all things bee-ah! Gods! Warn a fellow before you start prodding about his person! Sorry, yes, do continue. But please do tell me that all is well here? And what of Lady Kathryn? Jon, and the others? Has anything befallen them?"[/color]

As he spoke, his eyes kept drifting down to where Victoria deftly worked to remove various debris from the wounds. Upon seeing the long, vicious stem of the wine glass glistening he almost turned an impressive shade of turquoise. The application of snow to the wound of course drew the expected noises 'oh good lord that is cold' while he barely managed to control his shivering.

[color=00aeef]"Magic, if you must but please be quick."[/color] He was already up and moving back towards the path while hurriedly retying his robes as best he could. [color=00aeef]"Where did Madame Floquet go? Oh blast! She already went. We simply do not have time to waste any further. Ah, thank you Kosara. Lizbeth I insist you stay here until we send word back. Please go and fetch Lady Kathryn and your Aunt immediately, tell them we shall meet up the road and that..."[/color] He paused and he turned his head back towards the darkness.

BlackBerry swore.

[color=00aeef]"Kosara, Victoria, follow me please."[/color]

He took off again without even waiting for the others to respond. Once again he ran along the path, through the pools of lantern light, now faster and with surer footing without pain impeding him. He could see the a horse standing within the light by the Meeting Spots lantern and its rider bent almost double in the saddle, BlackBerry's heart jumped at the sight, a . Sounds of retching now carried to him through the falling snow.

[color=00aeef]"Monsieur Laurant! Monsieur Laurant!"[/color] BlackBerry put on another burst of speed over the last several meters to the hunched figure. He came to a skidding stop, putting himself between the rider and the dispatched skeletal corpse in the snow. [color=00aeef]"Monsieur Laurant. Are you hurt?"[/color]

The monk held his attention squarely on the skeletal corpse, watching and waiting for it to move, to get up from the gathering blanket of snow slowly consuming it. But it didn't. The headless skeletal corpse remained comfortably inert in the snow. Another retch and sound of something wet hitting the ground drew BlackBerry's attention away, and to Monsieur Laurant losing the last of his wine and cheese over his horses saddle.

[color=00aeef]"Monsieur Laurant?"[/color] BlackBerry began quietly and carefully, but the next comment would not stay put without an annoyed sigh. [color=00aeef]"I had requested that you stay put."[/color] He paused and took a breath which shook from the cold. A momentary glance back down towards the Winery in the hopes of seeing either Victoria and Kosara on his heels only confirmed that for now he would have to deal with the situation on his own. Reaching up to Monsieur Laurant, BlackBerry then gently patted the mans leg while avoiding the dripping vomit.  He then loosely took hold of the reins so that Laurant could easily pull them back of he wished, hoping this wouldn't scare or frightened the man.

[color=00aeef]"Come now. Let us move from this place. Are you well enough to ride or shall I guide you? I am sorry you had to see this."[/color]