Reminder: This roleplay is very much like a d&d game. I won't reign over what the characters can and can't do, but whether we try for pacifist or genocide, our actions have consequences)
"Ah, adventurers," The ogre said, his eyes dawning with understanding. He began to stand, making him even more tall and looming. Arwyn eyed him nervously, not sure if he was going to get violent. Finn made his fire brighter to give them more light, which was actually pretty worrying since he has little control and would struggle to put it out later.
"No need to leave," The ogre said to the naga, then to the ancient sin of Sloth, "And no need to put me to sleep.. I could actually use y'alls help," The ogre admitted, almost sheepishly.
Arwyn was already quite suspicious, no offense to ogre-kind, but they usually weren't this articulated. "We'd be happy to help," Finn said, not giving Arwyn the chance to speak out her worries. He ogre smiled at that, a toothy smile. Now that Arwyn could see better, she even noticed that the ogre was dressed a lot better than regular ogres. He had on a dress shirt and slightly torn shorts, though ogres usually wore togas or loincloths that would barely cover their groins. She was actually quite curious and opted to hear the ogre out.
Sloth let the energy dissipate. “....this is not my area of expertise...what a pain.” The eyes changed again.
Sin nodded to the ogre. “ I’m happy to help, we just need to know what’s troubling you friend ogre.” Sin said, walking back over to Gineye.
"My name is Zerath," The ogre began, offering to shake a hand to Arwyn. She accepted, even though his hand was so large that it completed engulfed hers. "I am an outcast amongst my people. I've always wanted to become a scholar, or a scientist, but they think it's odd.. they've always been quite.. simple, to say the least," Zerath explains.
"Ah, don't worry bud, been there, done that. Not the scholar thing, but being outcasted's a b---- yknow.. I'm sure you can start a new life," Arwyn said. "Ah, that's just the thing. I cannot seem to get away from my fellow ogres. They won't allow me to run away, they never liked the idea of me communicating with people.. they're after me, and won't stop 'til I'm dead," Zerath said.
Arwyn became alarmed. "Are you saying that there are more, and far more violent and hostile, ogres in this area?" Arwyn asks Zerath. "That's exactly what I'm saying. I need your help in faking my death," Zerath says, hands together in a pleading motion. Finn wished he could give the ogre-guy a big hug but his hands were still fiery, providing light on the situation.
Sin paled. “ I-I could change your apparent permanently...yo-you could be anyone you wanted. T-the other ogres wouldn’t be able to tell it was you, and then I I could make an illusion of of your true appearance d dead?” Sin offered ready to switch into envy.
Arwyn listened to the ideas getting thrown around, rocking on the balls of her feet with indecision. "We should decide on what to do quickly, who knows when Zerath's brethren find out that he's here with us? Finn! Turn down that flame a little," Arwyn instructed.
Finn tried to do as told, though it didn't really work since it was much harder to stop the green flame than to stop it. "Soul Eater.." Arwyn muttered in warning. Finn tried a second attempt, and brought the flame down, though with much strain. He put a glove on one of his hands, which also helped. Now the light around them was much dimmer, only Finn's small flame and the light of the moon illuminated the group.
"I'd rather an illusion than you guys actually killing me," Zerath said, putting in his two cents.
Gineye rolled his eyes "its worked every other time ive used it on someone, but either way it would be best to use it as a last resort" he said before looking at sin "and yeah, if i need to i can use my spells on you if i need to
Sin nods, as they allow Envy to take over. Envy grins as they put a hand to their face. “ oh, freedom. I haven’t been out in a year! Alright!” They said sitting opposite from the ogre. “ if you’re sure about me changing your appearance, you’ll need to let me know how you want to look!” They say as they play with the amulet.
"Oh, w-wow I can look like anything or anyone, huh? I suppose I've always admired faefolk and their craftsmenship, maybe that could work?" Zerath says with a slightly sheepish grin.
"Faefolk are overrated," mutters Arwyn.
"What was that?" Zerath asks her.
"Nevermind, we should do this quickly, before your ogre family gets here," Arwyn said dismissively.
As if on cue, a distant yell was heard, a deep and booming voice that could only be that of another ogre. "Oh gosh," Finn says with worry, putting on his other glove and leaving them with only the light from the moon and stars.
"Why'd he yell?" Arwyn asks curiously. Zerath shrugs, "I told you, I'm trying to be smarter. Don't expect me to not have the common sense to set some traps when I'm being hunted down," He turned to Envy, "Now, let's get this over with. When they see the illusion of me dead, they shouldn't be interested in you travelers, say you happened to pass by and see me. If they think that you've killed me, they'll no doubt fight you guys for stealing their kill from them."