Caligari Calarook has thoughts that Run Amuck

Caligari wasn’t sure what to make of it; any of it. The dark tower looming ahead of them; the party she’d so recently joined; the odd behavior of The Dulcet Champion. Some events witnessed by the party were taken completely in stride even though anyone else would have been amazed and blown over by such happenings. And other occurrences seemed to throw the party for a loop even though she could see no call for it. Take the collapsing Jorrik. He was overcome by the stars in his eyes, no big deal. But half the party insisted that something was amiss and Jorrik must be in need of their assistance. The two-faced guardian Majvok came and went like the seasons and no one seemed to miss him until moments prior to his return. Miles Crow, The Spoilt Knight (I changed it from Knight of Molestation) had fallen behind and out of sight and only the thief seemed to notice in the slightest. Caligari hadn’t noticed either until she heard Balar call for a short rest.

All these different people and their different methods were beginning to gnaw at her nerves. That was probably the last of the drugs running its course, but she was completely unaccustomed to the group dynamic. Even she, with her long years of solitude knew enough to expect some level of questioning at the hands of their leadership. But that hadn’t really occurred either. She’d spent so much of her life anticipating this day and now that it was here she felt let down. This strange party moved along its path toward the Necromancer almost oblivious to the changes that were taking place in their ranks.

Caligari tramped ahead in the snow towards the dark obelisk. Or perhaps it was just a pillar. Or a tower. It was only as she gave up worrying over the party behind her and cleared her head to focus on the tower fully that she felt the familiar pull of death magic. Jorrik had mentioned that, but she’d been too flustered to give it the proper attention. She began scooping up snow and tossing it ahead of her as she moved closer to the tower. If there was some physical field around it she’d hopefully not run into it face first.

OOC: Sorry for the rambling post. I couldn’t really think of what I wanted to do with this one so in the end I guess I did nothing. These odd names that she has for members of the party or just how they were referred to by the strange spirits that gave her bits and pieces of the prophecies over the years. She doesn’t actually know the secret or personal revelations that the characters are keeping to themselves. She just recognizes certain cues. And the prophecies that got her to this point served only to make sure she was prepared for the nature of the quest and in the right place at the eventual right time. They don’t extend past that point so she doesn’t know anything further to help, not regarding knowledge of the future, anyway.