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Presence
Striking Looks
Goodwill"Look at Katrin, fuck, Harvey, put her down, look at your arms," Nightfall said, letting the sentences and sentiment bleed together.
Like salted earth, they were being robbed of the opportunity to treat the fallen Queen with the dignity she deserved.
"She's... toxic. They did something."
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Rust remains still as the Nightfall reveals treachery, cold pain eating at the edge of his consciousness. He wanted to sleep. To curl up some where warm and rest for a long...
With a sudden jerk Rust catches himself with the spear haft. Grateful he was behind the huddle of survivors. He had to stand strong. No sleep. No matter how how soothing
the song.
the pain.
"During the fight. What near her" Rust tires to recall. The roiling storm of violence bleeding out of the past. Bloody oil.
To murky but maybe "You can re - call? Who? What?" maybe
sweet oily song
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Feeling Rick's fingers unlace from her own, Terri brought her arms around her own body to hug herself warm as the tears dried at their own accord. She had felt the biting wind enough for one day.
However, at Nightfall's words, Terri stepped forward for a closer look, firstly at the deceased Winter Queen and then her protector, checking for anything usefull from their bodies.
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Barkley's lament ends, his throat scratched and dry, and the only drink that could quench it was Fae blood. "Doc!" he rasps, "Come have a look at Harvey, yeah?" Sam saw the cuts that Jack gave himself as Xerxia passed and knew that his fellow Wizened was clutching at the straws of his Clarity. Anything he could do to help his troops focus their worry, wrath, woe, or want, he would do. The sooner these were girded for battle, the sooner he might die and fulfill the role fate had given to one as Doomed as he. Sam, too, is moved by Nightfall's words, and a gnarly hand pats his rival and friend on the back as he passes, to see what insight his humble self might provide on the poison.
The war had weighed heavy on Sam's brain, and he had thrown himself into every kind of study. New roots grew in his gnarled brain as he sought to find any advantage the Freehold could claim over the damned True. Now he brought his considerable intellect to bare on the dead and diseased, trying to determine what that damned smell was.
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Rick's eyes narrow slightly as he takes in the sight that Katrin's body and Harvey present. Touching her with bare skin obviously wasn't an option, so he slips out of his shirt. The kevlar vest beneath looks like it saved him from quite a bit of damage over the course of the battle. He slips the bowie knife from his sheathe just long enough to cut it into strips, which are wrapped around his hands. They weren't latex gloves, but they'd have to do.
He kneels next to the fallen queen, voice gentle, "We might need Jack to take a look, I'm not much of a doctor, but I'll see what I can find out." There were more than a few poisons, after all, that one needed some serious knowledge of the Occult to be able to create and use. They tended to be dangerous too, and if it was something like that he might be best suited to identifying it.
Though he's careful to preserve the late Queen's modesty, he's thorough as he goes over her. Searching for discoloration in the eyes, the inside of the mouth, rashes on her own skin, any possible entry wounds...anything that might let him figure out what she had been poisoned with.
I figure Int is the applicable attribute...but for skill do you want Medicine, Occult, or Survival?
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Terri recognizes visual clues that she recalls as classic signs of poisoning on both Katrin and Harvey. In addition, the Winter Queen's features are sunken and even paler than usual and she doesn't appear to be breathing. Sam can't quite place where he has smelled it before, but the scent is recognizable as some form of organic toxin that he has come across in the past... probably in the Hedge.
Any of those skills would be applicable, but each would find a slightly different result.
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Terri relays the information to those gathered as she spots it, her grief subsiding beneath a beastial instinct of curiosity. However, once she is finshed, she steps away to allow others a closer look.
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"'s a Hedge fruit," Barkley says to Rick, then with less conviction, "I think. Its an organic poison, fer certain. Sam knows he smelled it before, just kent remember when, 'zactly. If yeh give us a minute, maybe..." Sam sits himself down near the victims, cross-legged, and consults the crags in his brain for the answers that might help them save lives...
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Presence
Striking Looks
GoodwillNightfall watched as Katrin was examined, anger smoldering. There was nothing clean or honorable about this; this was the act of cowardice and desperation. He moved back to let the others closer as more came to look and he gave Sam a look as the the Wizened rambled. He nodded in encouragement, knowing that everyone looking were doing all they could, and smarter than him.
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