Recudor: Feared Wolves Den

Airgetlam covers her nose, the stench being quite stronger in the caverns. She pokes and prods the remains in the cave room with her boot, not really wanting to get anything else needlessly dirty.

"Yeah, I don't see anything that looks like who we came for, maybe he's further inward?" She suggests. She keeps her eyes thereafter trained on the walls of the room and looks for both signs of activity and a way deeper.

Before entering the cave, Doctor Atrium put two wards on the dead wolf. One is just a alert, it will let him know when the body has been moved in any way and the second ward will push anything that touches the body. He then follows them into the cave. Doc can't help but smile when he sees RD using his magic.

"Glad to see you haven't given up on being a 'finger wiggler' as you put it. Magic is too useful to not be used."

Doc then looks around and frowns. "looks like it isn't here. time to go deeper then."

Just as the group is about to give up, RD turns over one of the remains and uncovers a blood covered little metal piece alongside a small collection of coins.

Looking through the room, there doesn't seem to be any way further in. This is as far as the cave goes.

(+6 Silver)

RD Recieves   Royal Amulet .

Bounty Completed: Wolves Den

Richard gives the Doc a playful glance, grinning beneath his 'filter' as he rolls his eyes. "Hope your're still working on that aim of yours, its been a bit iffy as of late. Finger-wiggling is useless if you can't even hit what you're aiming at." He acknowledges their want to move on as he examines the corpses until he happens upon an unusual metal piece along with some pocket change. He washes the metallic pieces off in the nearby pool, which reveals a royal crest.

"There we go! Ha ha!" He exclaims, holding the piece up in the light he created before extinguishing his flame and tucking the amulet safely away. "Lets roll, we got what we came for." He says with a bit of glee as he walks towards the exit of the cave as he tosses each of his companions two of the coins he found, keeping 2 for himself.

Airgetlam catches the coinage, and tucks it in one of her pockets.
 
"Yay, a bonus! Too bad nothing else lying around like that."

She keeps looking around a bit more, seeing if there really is anything else lying around, but either most of these people are peasantry, or whatever was of value is now long gone.

"The sooner we get out of here though the sooner we can get some sleep, and I'd rather not get jumped by another wolf or three."

She looks RD up and down, seeing he's just like before.

"So... I take it you have anger issues? Should see a doctor or something about that..." She says then looks at Doc, and remembers that they have a past.

"Er a psychologist, rather."

Doctor Atrium catches the coins and puts them in his pocket.

"This is nice, this will go to paying for the Soultraps." He says as they start making their way out of the cave. Once outside he takes a deep breath of the night air. He then turns to Airgetlam to answer her.

"A psychologist wouldn't be able to do a thing to help RD's problem. As for doctors...well, they might try to call someone to try and get RD killed if they found about about his condition. You see, RD is haunted by a malicious spirit that has attached itself into his very soul. Being trap ins such a horrible place for so long, the spirit grew to only know hate. When RD starts to get angry, the spirit takes the chance and influences him to go out and kill. RD in short, is a Berserker."
He stops for a moment. "Air, If you hold on telling the others, it would be appreciated. RD does plan on telling the others, but he hasn't gotten around to it. It is kind of a hard thing to tell people."

Doc then looks at RD. "If you want to add or fix anything I have said, feel free to say it now."

Richard stops dead in his tracks and whips around, pulling his makeshift 'filter' down and shooting the Doctor a harsh look. "Patient Privacy." He glares at the doctor for a few seconds in silence before sighing and conversing with Air. "...Its not specifically anger that fuels it, its mostly adrenaline. The more fired up i get, the less sensible i become and the more opportunities the spirit has to take over. I wasn't particularly angry in that fight against the wolves. They were wolves doing what came naturally. What's there to get angry about?" He shrugs before continuing, "What 'flipped the switch' so to speak was the length of the battle and the ferocity with which i was fighting. Most fights don't last that long. Encounters with other people can be over in seconds. Animals are a different story, they spend most of their lives hunting and of course they're good at it. Fighting a pack of wolves wasn't too much of a problem, but the last two... Were different. I was forced to push myself and dig deep in order to take those two. My adrenaline reached its peak, and i lost control."

RD takes a few steps forward, beginning to make progress again as he continues, "In a fight, you focus on defeating your enemy. In an extended fight against a dangerous opponent or group you prioritize that focus. That's what the spirit takes advantage of. That's what it uses to gain control. It changes that focus from 'defeat' into 'destroy' then extends that focus to everything, not just my opponent. Lately I've been able to retain the focus and stop or at least slow the descent into insanity... But occasionally i do lose control and go completely berserk. Anyone and anything becomes a target for elimination, and i'm no longer in the pilot's seat."

Richard's face is rather solemn at the thought of going berserk, he unwraps his cape from around his face more as they get into the night air outside the cave. He then smirks a bit as he says "Stress can be a catalyst too. It builds over time and i'm forced to release it when it reaches its peak. Usually i'll go and handle a job like this or do an extended exercise, wear myself out somewhat to get rid of it. No  worries in terms of arguments or anything though, it'd have to get REALLY heated for me to lose it like that and even then i'll leave to go blow off that steam before i snap. He takes his own soul trap from within his armor and shows it to her; it glimmers in the moonlight, its clarity giving off a sense of calm."This bauble is a bit like a dream catcher. The spirit lets off a kind of radiation as it tries to take over, this item darkens to allow me to keep an eye on how long i have until i need to work off the extra energy. By shaving off that extra energy i can keep it in check and stay myself."

"Kinda hard to explain that to people without them just freaking out, Berserkers just don't get good publicity... so I've been conflicted on how to let the others know..." He picks his earlier-thrown trench knife from the ground and sets it back in his sheath, and scratches the back of his neck in concern.

Airgetlam nods at the Doctor and takes in RD's explanation of his own condition. She nods in accord to that as well.

"You have nothing to fear from me, I do not let slip secrets that could harm relations with people. Your secret is safe with me.

As they walk outside and breath in the fresh air that contained no trace of the pestilence, she takes in and sighs out. She puts out the torch, which they will no longer need for a while since the moonlight is pretty nice that evening.

"Do you think there is a way of reversing it completely?" She asks of either of them, whichever is willing to respond to her, though RD is more likely.

Doctor Atrium stops in his tracks when RD says 'Patient Privacy', his head hangs down while RD explains to Airgetlam. When RD is done talking, he raises his head. Both his eyes are bright silver. He smiles at RD.

"It is hard to keep things private when you changed in front of her eyes. She had a right to everything at that point. I still think you should tell the other you hang out with. But in the end I can not make you do anything you don't want to." He then looks at Air. "I have devoted some of my limited amount of time trying to find a cure for my friend here. Which is more then I can say for some people....Ether way, I have not found any way to free RD of his unfortunate curse."

Suddenly he drops to his knees and holds his head, letting out cry of anger. He stays kneeling for a bit, before slowly getting up. Doc's eyes are back to being brown.

"I-I'm sorry about that...its getting later in the night. Jericho is fighting harder to get free."

With some reassurance towards Doc, the three make their way back to the city.
They get inside without any problems, and within what seems only moments arrive at their house and step inside. A rather troublesome day is behind them, and the whole group is ready for some good rest.