We are back at Oleg’s. The news should have been good news. Between us we’ve managed to remove the most serious threat to Oleg and have in fact, brought back whom we consider to be (and now from Oleg’s comments) the leader of the bandit threat.
What troubles me then? Or should I say, what worries me? Neph. Our final encounter with the bandits saw Nephile being more involved than ever before. He very much like myself, would try and understand the situation before proceeding but in this fight he threw caution to the wind and I fear the end result may be the end of him.
We carried Nephile back to Oleg’s as best we could. He remained in his unconcious state. He remains the same the day after.
I have no clue what has happened to him and my prayers have yet to resolve the mystery in anyway. I can only describe that which happened and trust that at a later point I understand this.
During the final encounter I was occupied dealing with a number of bandits on the left flank of the main camp. Nephile provided some magical support and unlike anything he’s previously done, he used magic to kill the bandits. I did not at that time find this unwelcome as it would appear that I need to learn to focus my fighting skills.
After dispatching the group to the left flank, I surveyed the situation. I could hear Maugoth causing his normal havoc, which also told me he was still alive so I looked around before acting. Kern was with me, trying his best to cause mischief when I wish he would take things more seriously.
This is when I saw Nephile move across out of cover over to behind a large fallen tree trunk. He then stood up and pushed his arms out, as if to cast some magical effect. He collapsed, like a sack of grain back behind the fallen tree.
I cast my speed prayer and moved over to his aid as quickly as I could. I find him unconcious but unhurt. There was no obvious reason as to his comatose state. Noticing no immediate danger I then carried out a more detailed inspection which again turned up something extraordinary, an orange ‘fire’ in his eyes in lieu of what I’d expect to see. A fire that I can only atest to being of magical in nature, as if he drained the last of his power to aid us but sadly fell foul of its side effects.
Yet now the same fire still exists. It hasn’t faded in anyway and I fear that this may be permanent. I have said many prayers but as yet, Irori doesn’t give me the answer.
It is time for me to return to the others now. I shall write more, perhaps after we’ve spoken to the prisoner regarding the Stag Leader. It is him I feel that we must now remove from this part of the world.