They all waged a silent war, but none moreso than Ulric in that moment. There was so much potential... so much lure to things his adult mind would deem childish pleasures. It was like he was completely filled up with the urge to pull legs off grasshoppers or wings off flies just to watch them suffer in pain. It was a secret thrill that coursed through him driven by a Goddess that was born in the murder of another deity who rose from the ashes of something even older - fed by the remnant power the ancient used to contain. It felt so good. His body reacted in kind, surging with excitement and lust, sending his brain to someplace all men eventually found and gloried in. His heart sped up, his breathing increased, and he curled his fingers around his blade knowing he could do it - should do it - and that it would be glorious. Somewhere in the back of his mind, a girls laughter filled him. She teased him with promises she was wholly unlikely to keep in the end. Everything his. Power his. Glory his. Men falling down at his feet. No... the lies could be seen through. But it was the reaction that scared him. He knew it wasn't normal and he knew it was seductive.. incredibly so. She knew it too... and purred in his ear. "Pain is just the other side of pleasure. How often do you allow yourself either, Ulric?" Something warm and soft, like a lovers tongue, circled the rim of his ear as the words filled his awareness. Then, even as the no ripped out of him, he felt her leave. Gone. Attention lost - awareness wandered. When he bored her with resistance, she left. There was, after all, time. Krysus grandstanded a great deal, so unless someone wanted to play in the then and there, she was off on other errands biding her time for when her time was most effective. Oh, and that was coming soon... absolutely coming soon. And so he too moved on. Sharn joined him, and together the Jamoura and Human moved downward, into the ship into the beast hold. It was there, after Ulric's questions were answered, that Sharn revealed the truth. Illness. Or so he feared. And when he asked Ulric to take his life should it prove to be true - Ulric felt the eager pleasure flood him of actually WANTING to do it. In that moment, fierce and potent, all his being WILLED Sharn to be ill. It passed in a moment, but it was still powerful as it held him in his grip. As for the animals... there were illnesses among them. Two sheep were obviously sick. Another horse had sores. All the chickens were gone - already tossed to the sea to rid the ship of their potential threat. And a pig, one lone pig, lay prone in its crate, not willing to lift its head. It showed no outward signs of illness, but its listlessness was telltale enough. As for the silver haired girl, she sat before her horses - their number already down by one - and cried silently staring at the one that was already showing signs. She wasn't ill, not at least that they could see, but they could tell her heart was broken at the sight of the horses slowly falling to the sickness. Sharn and Ulric would have to decide what to do. As for Glav, he simply sighed back in the privacy of the captain's quarters. He nodded to Leo, understanding his train of thought and knowing he was right. "I understand, it needs to be all of us or this won't work." The alvina reasoned. Then suddenly, Minkala shook her head. "No, I'm not disrobing in front of anyone. I'm sorry, but I will not. If we search everyone and find nothing, then perhaps I can be persuaded to settle your thoughts. But there is no need for me to disrobe if a man marked by Vyat is found." She reasoned, eyes searching first Leo then Glav's face. Her mind was made up, that was for certain, and she stood firm in her thought. Glav raised an eyebrow but said nothing, and instead started to remove his shirt. His pants came next and within a few moments, his skin was visible to Leo. It was... indescribable. Every single inch of his skin was marked with ink. Sleeves, chest, back, buttocks, his front, even his legs were etched above where his bare feet would show and his wrists would stick out of his sleeves. Camouflage. Leo and Minkala were hard pressed to actually see the gnosis marks. They were there, of course, hidden within the ink. And they were there in great numbers. Leo couldn't recognize most of them, but he did know what marks from Vayt looked like. Glav didn't have one. The priest looked sheepish for a moment, as Leo did his search, and then finally admitted softly. "He offered once, you know. But it wasn't without a price and it wasn't for the same reason I wear the others." The sigh the priest gave was one of sadness. Then, slowly, he put his clothing back on. Leo in turn was checked, and his two gnosis marks, both from Ivak, were noted. Minkala still refused to be searched. Then, slowly, the rest of the crew filtered in, were searched, and then too the passengers. The only other passanger who had a gnosis was the silver haired girl who came with the horses and it was of Caiyha, which might have explained why she was affected with sadness. Soon, it was time to find the other escorts of Glav and search them as well. As for Torc, he was starting to see a pattern. The dark thread passed everywhere, but was concentrated around where the sick were housed and even had links to the captain's quarters. It wasn't something he'd have seen before - before his side trip to Karjin ahead of the others. But now it was clear... clear as day. It was someone that had access to everyone and everything. It was someone trusted. His train of thought couldn't help but focus along the same pathways. He could see what Leo had already guessed. And meanwhile, he had to join the others in the beasthold - by his own decision - and there he'd see even the darkness tainting the Jamoura who was already infused with the sickness. Torc could see others the thread had touched and tangled with too. Three crew, none of the other passengers. They were lucky so far. Those that were sick had already gotten sick. If things stopped where they were now, it would not progress any further. But if the owner of the connection - the dark one - had their way, the ship would be adrift lifeless before ever coming into sight of Karjin. |