PrP Where Timmy Fell

[Titania]

Did they just murder a child, or the dark reflection of a deranged's child psyche? With how things go in Arcadia, it was hard to tell between their wishful thinking and desire for a clean conscience and the real matter of fact.
Still, Timothy's story had a lot of holes in it, for starters, he hadn't clarified his position, rather, he had added another layer to his tale. Why was he hunting for this being in the first place?
But again, all she wants now is to get out here and have a shower. Oh, and a flaming cup of tea. Details are pointless.
Though, how is the wisp going to climb the ladder carrying all that sewage?

[Colonel Worm]

Worm approaches the child's corpse, refusing to look somewhere else as Timothy picks up that diminished and lifeless form. His lips, normally curved into a smile, make a tight line. He squints, as if staring into the sun. But he does not look away.

Timothy and Liam speculate on the creature's nature. Worm doesn't care. Not when he's staring at the damage it's done. Not when he thinks about who donated all those arms. "Whatever it was, it got what it deserved." Simples as that.

To Timothy now: "So, you were tracking it because of the disappearances? Or was there something else?" Still not sure if he trusts this new addition to their party.

When they reach the monkey bars, the Colonel grabs on and shimmies across, much as he had on their way down.

Climb, 1 success

Date	Action	Roll	Result
2021-08-26 06:57:06	Colonel Worm rolls 4 to Dex + Athletics (9 Again)	8, 3, 3, 4	1 success

[Scourge]

Timothy was quiet for a while (or was focused on his struggle to get over the water and climb out the other side). When he finally did answer, he said very seriously “Probably ask the wind.”

The reassurance that it wasn’t truly a child… it was difficult to tell if Timothy believed it or if he didn’t care if it had been. His expression was difficult to read. Contemplative.

“I knew one of the kids that disappeared,” was all he said in response to Worm’s question. Hail stones clattering down into the armless corpse’s eyes and melt like tears.

Getting to the entrance he leaned down to pick up a glob of mud and lobbed it up a the closed circle above them. The filth hit it with a thudding knock, spread over and dried then cracked, raining down dust and sunlight.

“Take her up,” whispered the young, slight Airtouched and Titania had to wonder no more. The girl’s body rose into the air from his arms, carried by the hound made of wind. The mist that allowed them to see its form swirling around her like a dissipating fog until it looked like see was ascending on beams of light alone. An armless muddy little girl with melted hailstones in her eyes that evaporated like tears, flying on wings of fog out of the well's sickly light into the circular patch of sky.

Last day to post before I close. Thank you all for being a part of my plot.