Episode 2: The Rage of War

Tendrils of worry sprouted from the cleric's very first sentence,  twining around her heart and threatening to choke her up.   "Why even ask for help if you're just going to skitter away?"

Through sheer happenstance, Helden is the person with whom she has spent the most time since the war by far; it went Helden, Kho'nan and Veil, and then their fellow Aberrants. Now Veil was destroyed and Helden had left without so much as a Khyber-blasted note. She lets outrage and disdain burn away the creeping worry and hurt that that are beginning to smother her carefully tended sangfroid.

"I would say let him sort himself out but there is a real risk of him infecting others, and the world can only bear so many idiots," she rakes her gaze across the room, making clear she would take being against going after the warpriest as a sign that Helden's idiocy was indeed contagious.

Oraam cringes at the mans news. He hadn't known Helden long, but from their few interactions he seemed a strong, stalwart ally. To hear news like this was a real blow to the good spirit Oraam was in.

"Must have been pretty bad for him to leave like that."

At Izar and Kho'nan's insistence, Oraam nods as well and says "Well, I guess we know what we're doing next. Let's go save him."

The medic shakes his head, "I'd be happy to show you his bed in the medic tent, but, please, don't presume he left of his own will. The first turn of the curse is often painful, emotionally intense, and uncontrolled. By this time, he's run his course and is likely sleeping off the trauma. If we don't cure him before he exits the Silverwood, the Silver Flame would likely find him, and execute him. so long as he doesn't run afoul of a squad of Pure Flame zealots. If you do wish to save your friend, you must make haste." Galinndan raises a hand to object, but quickly deflates when he sees the resolve behind Kho'nan's gaze. "O-of course, friends. We have less capable squads for our needs."

The medic leads you all to the field hospital, a humble and well-stocked canvas home for a grid of cots and a handful of healers. Of the few occupied cots you spy on the way in, the soldiers therein sport mostly cosmetic injuries or working accidents. The medic stops, points to a cot with a nasty gash from a set of claws, then bows and steps away from you all, punctuating his exit with a quick "Take all the time you need."

Kho'nan surveys the area, trying to find an exit route that Helden may have taken...

Survival Check:

Oraam grimaces at the sight of the cot. "I think I agree with that medic guy. Looks like he may not have had complete control of himself."

Oraam raises his voice to address the room and asks "Did any of you see/hear anything abnormal last night? I'm asking because of that." He says, pointing at the now-werewolf scratching post.

"Yes well, do write us up a mission brief including how to contact the squad that you do end up sending. If it does not take too long to find Helden, we might yet be able to offer support." Allowing herself to indulge in a parting shot, she continues in the same slightly put upon, matter-of-fact tone, "Oh, and for the record, true though it might be, 'less capable squads' is an expression that you will be wanting to keep to yourself' - bad for morale, eh? There's a good man." And when Galinndan's gits sulked, they became exceptionally annoying and potentially dangerous.

At the field hospital, Izar ignores memories of the war in favor of looking for anything that might help them track Helden down. When Oraam makes his query, she stops to scrutinise the injured soldiers and to wait for their respective replies; the claw marks were unlikely to have been made without drawing some attention.