A Rare Sight...

*Trip is toiling in the fields, helping with the crops and using physical activity to heal his body and keep his mind off recent trauma's when he sees Leeora rush into the temple apparently panicked.  He drops his scythe in the fields and runs into the temple to try to find her to find out what's wrong and if he can help.  He asks every priest and guard he comes across if they know where to find her.*

They may state that they saw her running to the Dawnspire. The priests inside may tell him of her going upstairs.

((I don't want to RP the NPCs, but I imagine they'd likely inform him her whereabouts))

*Trip jogs up to the top of the stairs up walks more calmly to the ladies barracks door and knocks. He speaks gently and concerned.*

Leeora?... are you in there? What happened? What can I do to help?

((You able to get in game? Milo and Imesah are here IG.))

*Trip is devastated by the news and Imesah and Leeora describe the perpetrator.  Leeora is so frazzled by her ordeal she cowers from a comforting hug.  Trip finds out all he can... tall strong man with brown hair and a huge sword.  Wearing a bear pelt, was called Malakai, and is possibly a Malarite given some of the things he did and said.  Trip immediately sets out to the back of the ant caves where this heinous attack transpired to try to track the fiend and with any luck find Leeora's holy mace which she lost in the scuffle.  He is furious and emotionally wrecked... but determined to help bring justice deserved.  There is no question in his mind the bloody pulp this fellow will get pounded into if he is so lucky as to find him.*




*Trip notifies the Dawnbringer and the temple guards of what happened and who to look out for on his way out.  He also asks folks on his way to the Shadowdale woods if they've seen the man and to be on the look out... the Caravan woman, the rangers of fox ridge, adventurers he comes across... no one saw anything.*



*He inspects the entrances into and out of the ant caves but none match what he is looking for.  He hacks through ants and tainted attack shrubs to the back of the caves and searches for more clues.  Leeora's frantic tracks are all around, where she fell and was assailed.... oddly the perpetrators seem extremely hard to discern and the only place he can make out any is right at the location of the scuffle and nowhere else.  What a kick in the gut, he felt... then a glimmer of light in the corner, glowing between the spindly legs of an ant hunched over it...*



"by gods, the mace!"

*Only moderately relieved that he would not return without hope or news he hews the ant and takes the mace, cleaning it off with a cloth and stowing it safely in his pack.  On his way back to the farms, he starts spreading the news that this Malakai will bring a heavy reward if brought in.*



*He returns to the temple where a man unknown to him is comforting the Dawn Greeter and returns her holy weapon.  She is quite distraught, and Trip is beside himself.  That this takes his mind somewhat off his own ordeal is no comfort... it's worse... FAR worse.*

After hearing of Leeora's plight.. Elric would make haste to the farms.
He runs to the dawnspire as fast as he can leaving no room for greetings of passers by on the road.

My dawn... my dawn... he repeats in his mind.

After entering the dawnspire. he'd spend time in the barracks where leeora is.
When departing his face bears a stone cold expression as he leaves the dawn spire.

You will not hide. I will find you. Justice cometh knave. he mutters to himself in a manner audible to others in the church at the time.

Imesah spends most of her time in the coming days near Leeora. She plays the part of a mother hen quite well, and she sticks to her whenever possible, unless asked to leave.

Mark hears the news from the rangers at Fox Ridge and looks up at the sky thinking then shrugs and walks towards the Fangs of Malar where he slays any beast that is fool enough to attack him while he looks for Malarites around the altar before grabbing his pickaxe and tries to break it in half with a bunch of blows while muttering about Cyricists, Zhentarim and Malarites having to stay out of his lands.