<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>Day 8</strong></span><br/><br/>Myrunue's ruined helmet was gracelessly thrown to the middle of the camp when she got back, "Fuck."<br/><br/>It was warped and melted from the demon's bloody guts and would no longer fit anyone. The King stepped forward, looking at all those who had returned. He quickly counted them in his head as they appeared, sighing in relief when it became apparent that everyone had came back, "What in the hells happened to you?" Vwyn asked, cocking his head suspiciously.<br/><br/>"There was a demon." Myrunue replied, "It's gone now."<br/><br/>A few hours had passed, the sun descending past the canopy of trees...<br/><br/>"Are you okay?" Vwyn asked, shaking Anton out of a stupor. The oracle suddenly felt his stomach churn and he had to turn away to vomit. He had been feeling progressively worse in the hours following their encounter with the fiend but this was unmistakable... Illness, fatigue, and now blackened vomit, with hints of blood. "-the fuck?" the black knight asked, peering over the other man's shoulder.<br/><br/>Velatha had also been feeling sickly since then... and now that they thought about it, Rysinder decided to rest and hadn't been seen since. "I thought you said the wolves didn't even bite you?" Morgan asked as Vaelor approached.<br/><br/>Nialda's chameleon was the only one that had even come in contact with blighted animals and it was fine... The Paladin put his hand on Anton's shoulder and instantly he felt life returning to him. The effects of the disease were leaving him as Vaelor laid his hands upon the oracle. "Get Velatha over here as well." The Paladin said. "And the dwarf?" Vwyn asked, standing up and clenching his jaw. Vaelor quickly added, "And the dwarf."<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Myrunue was without her armor, clothed in trousers, boots, and a thin white shirt that bared her strong arms. She seemed to be a little... different since they fought the demon. According to her, it wasn't the first time- and she was no stranger to shedding blood. Still, the knight seemed unnerved by something. As if she was agitated.<br/><br/>"You<em>are </em>pretty handy with that." She said, almost accusingly, to Arngrim as the was maintaining his firearms, "Good thing you came you when did, though." The woman smiled suddenly and almost sinister, "I'm sorry that you and the druid had to put a hold on your little<em>retreat.</em>"<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"So what did Grant say to you?" Morgan asked Nsia as she was working with some of her potions, at least what she could do safely in the presence of the others.<br/><br/>Morgan, for once, had lowered her cowl and bore her horns and raven black hair proudly. Her skin was brown, only faintly twinged with red. The rest of her body was covered in wrappings and leather, "He came all the way out there. Didn't say a damned word about it. If he gave you any trouble..."<br/><br/>She put her hand over her belt and thumbed one of her daggers, "You know I'll have your back... out of principle, at least."<br/><br/>The tiefling looked away and cleared her throat, "Even if you... walk the blight or whatever. People like him will find any reason to blame their own damned misfortune on us."