<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/GD4Ccek.jpg)</div><strong>Sagacious Emerald AKA "Sage"</strong>(https://docs.google.com/document/d/1x2COni4h1cYJFuB9wqN-VtISzoRrXM0Rl5qhoQMuykQ/edit)<br/><span class="bbc_u">Location</span>: Outside the ancient tomb<br/><span class="bbc_u">Time</span>: Night, just after moonrise<br/><span class="bbc_u">Tagging</span>: Evening Glory, Alyx, Karim, Ivory Willow, Qadira | All present<br/><span class="bbc_u">Actions</span>: Observing, making some deductions, offering guidance, stretching (very important to stretch)<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Perception+Awareness</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: Armphid rolled: 6d10, keeping 6 dice<br/>Comment:<br/>Result: 5, 8, 4, 2, 7, 3,<br/>Total: 29</div></div><br/>Poisoned and doomed to die in two days without the antidote.  Sent into an ancient tomb with sparse equipment and unknown allies.  A tight deadline to succeed before the full moon set or be entombed along with the wonders in the cave itself.  Sagacious Emerald was grinning from ear to ear.  Now this, out of all the situations he'd been in since getting teleported to the reeking, sticking desert, was something he knew how to handle.  The things that made it daunting made it more exciting!  He was almost bouncing on the balls of his feet with eagerness.  What would they find in there?<br/><br/>He took a bit more time than the others gathering supplies.  Rope, a knife, a hatchet with a flat and sturdy back that could server as a hammer if needed, a crowbar, a trio of torches, and other things that he knew from practical experience would be useful.  As such, he was one of the last ones into the First Age site itself.  As the others introduced themselves and some postured, he looked about carefully with his bright green, oddly faceted eyes.  The only sign of his parents' being God-Bloods that he'd inherited and the reason for his name.  He didn't weigh in on Rowan's "plan" or Alyx's comment on it, but privately, he agreed with the almost ridiculously tall man.  He'd have to keep his eyes out for something they could use as leverage.<br/><br/>He stayed silent as the talk went on, looking and thinking about what he saw, matching what he observed with what he knew.  And deciding that it might be best to step in now.  "Sagacious Emerald.  But just Sage, please.  My name is too damned fancy otherwise.  And I am a Scavenger Lord of Great Forks."  He said it with steady confidence.  Not boasting or grabbing, just a statement of fact.  Well, maybe there was a hint of pride.  Perhaps he should have said he "was" a Scavenger Lord since he'd been a slave for the last two years but he'd never stopped thinking of himself as anything less.<br/><br/>Or stopped thinking of himself as a free man.  Which was a very dangerous thing for a slave to cling to.  "So!  First off, everybody take a few deep breaths.  Especially the ladies," he quipped.  And especially Iron Sand!  Dreamweaver's Bliss, she had a divine rack!  "We can do this.  But we don't want to rush, even though we know we have a deadline.  We have to move quickly, but not rush.  Rushing gets you killed."<br/><br/>He looked around at the others, "We need to stick in groups.  No one should go off on their own.  I'd suggest we stay together as much as possible but it we have to split up, trios would be best, pairs if we have to.  If you haven't taken one yet, go back to the gear pile and get at least one torch.  Light will be important and fire might be very useful."  Sage gestured to Ivory Willow, "Don't go touching things if you can avoid it.  Before you do, ask me or Ivory Willow.  While your eyes will help you see danger, Lore is just as or more important to detecting them in a place like this."  He hoped that none of those with the shitty attitudes would object to him taking the lead.  He'd deal with it if they did, but having structure could do a lot to steady people in a tense and dangerous situation.  Sage started to do some stretches to limber himself up.  "Light on your feet, everyone, and eyes open.  We can do this," he repeated his previous statement.<br/><br/>Sage looked over at Evening Glory, "Evening Glory, you said you're a priest, right?  I don't suppose you know any quick rites that could be said over these bodies?  We still may have to deal with Hungry Ghosts regardless but if can placate some of them, then so much the better."    He had noticed the same thing that the priest had about Qadira and where she was looking.  Could she see spirits?   Gods, that would be a stroke of luck!  The priest was already speaking to her and he was sure he couldn't do better than the man at calming anyone down.  Though he couldn't help but try.  "Qadira, you can keep close to me if you want.  I'm sure you've heard that from a guy or two before, but in this case it's not<em>just</em>a come on, I've got experience in First Age tombs.  I'll do all I can to keep you safe."  The blond young man addressed the whole group again, spreading his arms wide,  "That goes for everyone, even you sour types," he gave Alyx and then Karim his most insolent grin.