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ooc: Sorry I should have been updating a while ago, but life gets in the way I suppose. Anyway here is Morguerat, and I've got a couple more ideas brewing that may take a while to put fingers to keyboard for.
IC: Morguerat
Morguerat mulled over the offer, the gift of the journal was beyond strange, even beyond mystical and magical. There was a power within the book that he could feel reading his soul, bridging ancient and lost knowledges with the present, and those confined within it, moving about. Much like the one who had given it he supposed. The correct course was clear to him, He knew too little of what the book was capable of, as well as too little of this “Joseph” character to fully trust the one with the other, at least for now. “[b] I shall make you a deal, once you’ve made your attempt to find further knowledge of the book, I will allow you to view it, as well as the pages inside, If you manage to locate Ardent Justice and we make it there safely, I will tell you of the one who gave it to me, or allow you to study the book in depth, that will be your choice when the time comes.”
"Hey...did you guys hear something? It sounded like a cat....... "A cat! Morg! We gotta go! Its her! She found us!"
Seeing his companion panicking, Morguerat reached out and grabbed Larry by his shoulder and pushed him down into a sitting position. His grip on the frightened rranger then relaxed from the viselike grip to merely resting on Larry’s shoulder. “Cats are stealthy hunters, I had one collared with a bell once, he could still catch birds across the practice yard. Barring injury or surprise, we’d never here the ‘were until she was ready for us to hear her, and that cry was too far away to be her trying to lure us into a mistake through fear. It was something else…” He looked at Joseph, then back to Larry. “Whatever it was, we should find it. I’ll not let innocent blood be spilled through inaction, nor leave you behind unguarded.” The big man then grabbed a long staff he had cut and looked at Larry, trying to decide whether it would be safer to bring him, or leave him. He then looked to Joseph, “The were is some sort of elder amongst their kind, she dispatched no less than four well armed and experienced men the last time we saw her. If you think there is reason to believe she is near, hide yourself and Larry. I am going alone to track down whoever called out, clear heads are needed and frankly Larry, you’re too terrified of everything at the moment to do more than get yourself, or us captured or worse.” Morguerat then set out in the direction of the cry jogging lightly for better speed, but keeping a pace that he could maintain for an hour or more if need be.
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