<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=270001.msg13397963#msg13397963">Quote from: Muse on 04-08-2017, 11:55:23</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><br/>   “Can anyone think how we might find Wild Heart?  The sorceress fled as a flock of owls, and the eryothimoi through the trees?  Perhaps one of the mortal bandits can be tracked?” </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Coral began contemplating her skill versus the various escaping beings. She did not have the skill to follow a being in flight, it was beyond her. The erymanthoi had moved through the trees, and even with a form to follow, for she could become an orangutan, the scent of an erymanthoi was not appealing to follow in any form. The escaping mortals, they would be the best bet, but in fear and abandoning their leader, would they go home? Then Fortune approached her.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=270001.msg13409941#msg13409941">Quote from: Laughing Hyena on 09-08-2017, 00:27:42</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Holding one of the dead owls that he had managed to snag from his attempt to stop them from making off with Wild Heart he approached Coral. <strong>"This was one of the many birds that the sorceress transformed into. I know it is assuming much but as one of those blessed by Luna you have impressive survival skills yes? Can you by chance pick up the scent of these birds and follow them in such a way? At the very least it can get us on track to where we need to go."</strong> Once Fortune asked that and since no one else was taking initiative. <strong>"Everyone going after Wild Heart should start arming themselves. I'll take a few things for myself in light of the finds and what we have to deal with."</strong><br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Coral takes the owlet, looking the broken creature with a detached almost predatory demeanor. Her response shows acceptance, both from the monk and to him. Opening the wing and showing Fortune the structure and curvature, "<strong>The owl, it is a creature who glides more than flies. Glider she was, disturbs less air, leaving less scent, also even if it pounded the air like a set of drums, I am not the tracker who can follow a bird in flight though I know the principle. The human scents taste of fear, they will run wild, then realize they abandoned their master. Perhaps not go home. The erymanthoi will hold the best scent, but following through the trees will be time consuming. This is not a no, I won't help. Just true.</strong>" The ebon queen continued escorting the ox to the side of the road. Whether they benefit from the beast, or the wilds, she should not draw the scavengers to the road. The surprised last low of the ox as she quickly put it from its pain was mercifully short.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=270001.msg13409941#msg13409941">Quote from: Laughing Hyena on 09-08-2017, 00:27:42</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Fortune smiled seeing how the animal was being tended to. Any that were past the point of no return should be mercifully put down if possible. However he would walk over to the bound prisoners. <strong>"Let me handle this if you don't mind."</strong> Fortune took hold of one of the water skins and knelt down in front of the man, holding it. If the man was conscious he appraised his initial reaction to him. If he saw him take out the big blood ape and the large mortal then it was probably going to be easier for them to get the information. After all the big man was probably not going to wake up soon after the pummeling given to him. If the prisoner was unconscious he would have to jar him awake some how. A very light slap to the cheek would be the first attempt. Second attempt is to douse him slightly with the waterskin.<br/><br/><strong>"Alright then. I trust you know the situation you are in and what I want to know. But in case you aren't or just still woozy, I'll spell it out. I want to know where the sorcerer and Thief King Zudrak are now. With all this treasure and stolen goods, I imagine there was much more on them but more importantly they have one of ours."</strong> He gave pause for the moment before offering some water. The Fool still offers mercy even when under the duress of saving a friend. Should he be spurned of his offer or insulted he continues to be calm about this. If he saw headway or stubbornness he would make a small point. <strong>"You have loved ones yes? No one to come home to? Family, wife, children? Think about them wondering why you haven't come home. Think about the moment when they expect you to come and never see you again because of a situation like this. Reconsider that and tell me what I want to know."</strong> Fortune was playing on compassion and the opportunity for a level of mercy. <strong>"And if you are scared for reprisal from those two... they won't. I'll make sure of that."</strong> Sometimes knowing the fear of a ruthless bandit keeps an underling in check even under capture and thus he needed to dissuade the bandits concerns.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>The bound bandits began to awaken, and as they noticed their predicament eyed the prone man with the shattered pelvis.The wounded bandit lay back on one elbow, almost casually, one leg stretched along the ground, the other bent to stand beside the length of the first. This all seemed perfectly natural and comfortable, until the waistline of his trews. One hip was shattered, making movement only by dragging the leg. The little details, jaw set in pain, profuse sweat either fear or pain or both, shock patichiae along the entire left side where he had taken the brunt of the essence cannon blast. His wrist was bound loosely to his waist. Accepting the water, he growls through the pain, his eyes having little but envy for the horse. "Regrouping back at the hole, I wager is where you will find Zudrak, though keep calling him Thief King, he'll like that. Keep you alive another day at least.  You keep her alive that'll buy you another." The crippled man nodded to the wounded horse.<br/>"He will come again for this bounty you rest assured. The Hole be three day maybe, without the wagons, a week with, though across that way and a day by foot. Though most of that will be the climb down. Hehehe, reprisal, he'll pay me fer this, like I gift wrapped you and sent you to 'im. Listen, you let him patch me up, get me on my feet.  I seen sumthing of what they can do, patch me up and I'll guide ya either path you want. Service for service, these are my hills and I knows em. I knows no reprisal from him, but ye can't trades me either, for your girl is the witch's. The witch, can't win wit her so why try. She kills for joy, but you got time if your friend is as tough as she seemed. The witch likes to play with her new toys. And with luck, she may find a buyer."