Duwamilly is playing the part of someone who would like to cure Firion, so she doesn't attack one of Firion's allies for the pure pleasure of betraying her own real sympathies...
(OOC: Just one thing - don't hate me please DM - I wonder: Cultist 4 should touch Firion to heal him with Cure Wounds... but Firion has Mirror Image active... Cultist 4 is able to automatically touch the real Firion ? Or does them only have a 1 in 4 chance of succeeding? Even in this case, obviously, I'm only telling you this doubt of mine... the final decision is yours and it will be fine with me, whatever it may be)
(OOC: I'll handwave that issue by saying that, realizing she was trying to heal his wounds, he reached out and let her touch him. RAW there's no interaction between Cure Wounds and Mirror Image, as much as it would make sense for that to be an issue. On the bright side, that means if you guys ever find yourselves in the same situation your defensive spells won't stop you from receiving beneficial ones from your allies)
Combat tracker: -> Jarro -> Cal Yasmina Amir - Inside a wall of force - Dark Wizard Firion - 65 damage, concentrating on wall of force, currently trapped by Amir's whirlwind - Duwamilly - High Priest Alaion - 35 damage Ilmatari Priests - Delvindra - Death Cultist 1 - Dead Death Cultist 2 - Dead Death Cultist 3 Death Cultist 4 - Dead (finished off by Yasmina's eldritch blast) Death Cultist 5 Death Cultist 6 - super dead
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
Cal's attack strikes the cultist between the metal scales of his armor, finishing him off!
Jarro, meanwhile, has more limited success. His first attack misses entirely. The second results in a shallow cut across the woman's cheek.
At this point, the dark wizard realizes that, even with his incredible arcane knowledge, he cannot defeat all of you. Seeing the portal before him, he decides that this is his best chance of escape.
"Fools!" he exclaims, his voice booming through the room in spite of the sound of the whirlwind that should drown out any other sounds. "You have only delayed the inevitable. I will take what I want, off your lifeless corpses if I must!"
Duwamilly sighs in relief: “Finally!” and with one step she exits the portal, returning to the temple of Illmater, on the Prime Material Plane. As soon as she leaves the flowery plain, she stops concentrating on the portal... which closes instantly, leaving the dangerous leader of the opposing faction in the middle of the Feywild (OOC: @DM: Up to you whether Frinion can keep concentration on the Wall of Force from another plane of existence or not).
"Now, you rascals," the ex-Preceptor shakes her warning finger while apostrophizing the two remaining cultists "this should teach you two things! One, that you don't jump the queue! My students and I were there first talking to the High Priest! Two, respect for elders! So now that you are left alone, stop bothering the High Priest, apologize and surrender!"
During the tirade, the gnome cautiously moved further away from the area of the physical confrontation. She keeps a worried eye on poor Cal, having recognized the evil influence that has affected him... an influence that precludes any healing, albeit only for a short time. 'I'll heal you as soon as I can, honey...' she thinks, looking forward to helping him.
(OOC: So, Duwamilly moves 1 step south - exiting the portal - then, after ceasing to concentrate, two steps north-west and one north, all while she Disengages to avoid triggering any Attack of Opportunity. She should therefore end her movement - and her turn - in the square north-east of Delvindra)
Duwamilly sighs in relief: “Finally!” and with one step she exits the portal, returning to the temple of Illmater, on the Prime Material Plane. As soon as she leaves the flowery plain, she stops concentrating on the portal... which closes instantly, leaving the dangerous leader of the opposing faction in the middle of the Feywild (OOC: @DM: Up to you whether Frinion can keep concentration on the Wall of Force from another plane of existence or not).
(OOC: On a completely separate plane of existence, with the portal closed, he can no longer concentrate on his Wall of Force. The Djinni is free! But honestly, you guys really don't need his help anymore...)
Duwamilly sees a shocked expression on the dark wizard's face for a brief moment, before the portal snaps shut, leaving him trapped in the Feywild (well, at least until he finds a way to get out... which probably won't take all that long considering he's a wizard who's powerful enough to cast time stop, but he won't be back for this fight).
The Djinni is suddenly free from the wall of force.
And one cultist remains... the tiefling's yellow eyes flash as she prepares to fight to the bitter end... but she doesn't get the chance, as High Priest Alaion casts hold person, freezing her in place.
"Enough," the High Priest says to both you and the other priests gently. "There is no need for more bloodshed here... please bind her, and we will decide her fate later."
The three Ilmatari priests quickly do as the High Priest commands, disarming the cultist before securely binding and gagging her so that she can't attack or cast spells.
End of combat! And congratulations everyone, for an incredible battle to start us off!
Everyone receives a good hunk of 250 XP for the battle. Yes, I know I'm lowballing you a little bit.
"And there probably wouldn't have been need for any 'bloodshed', if you had let me do what I was doing..." the ex-Preceptor this time shakes her warning finger at the Ilmatari priests "You don't interrupt a teacher like that! You should have at least raise your hand and ask permission, before you try to grapple me!"
Meanwhile, she approaches Cal: "Come here, honey, let's see what they've done to you..." and she lays her hands on him, finally giving him back some of the vitality that the wizard's spell had taken away from him.
Once Cal seems like his former self again, Duwamilly patiently takes his place next to Yasmina, waiting for her turn to talk about her curse: "Hey! You could have introduced him to me earlier, your Amir! He's really... . cool! Have you been friends for long?" and in the meantime holds out his little hand towards the Djinn "Nice to meet you, Mr. Amir! I'm Duwamilly 'Planerunner' of clan Gerinell! If one day you need a Preceptor for some kids, feel free to send for me!"
The great Djinn Amir is still furious over the insolence of the pathetic human being able to, albeit only quite briefly, incarcarate him with his pitiful magic. He is just about to follow the dark wizard to the Feywild and even across the planes if necessary to teach him some manners as the cheerful halfling interrupts his plans for vindication. He looks down at her and her outstretched hand in utter confusion before looking around for the ring bearer. "Yasmina, who is this creature that knows my name and dares to address me?" He calls out in booming voice.
After a moment the red-haired half-elven girl steps out from behind the temple pillar where she had been hiding. "Her name is Duwamilly and she's...she's a friend." Yasmina says weakly as she approaches her master, giving the hafling a glance to say this was maybe not the time to shake hands with a Djinn. "The ring is safe master but stay vigilant while I speak to the Imam of this temple about freeing you my master." She continues, giving the enormous Djinni a warm reassuring smile that quickly weakens his scolding glare. "Very well Yasmina, I will explore this foreign city while you deal with this mortal." He declares in a proud tone before disappearing like a strong breeze.
As the Djinni departs the red-haired half-elf seems relieved, then turning to the high priest and the others. "So where were we?"
With the adrenaline rush worn off, the High Priest turns to Duwamilly.
"My child..." he asks. "I need to know exactly where you sent my priestess. Her actions were unwise... but if you knew who Firion is and what he has done, I think you would understand why she was worried about what might happen if he was granted access to even more power."
Duwamilly sighs: "Let's not talk about it anymore, Mr. Alaion - I know how much patience it takes, with the youngs... I was a Preceptor for a long time, you know? Before I inherited that curse... Your priestess is forgiven and I will not hold a grudge to her! I'll even come up with a joke to make her laugh, if we can get her to come back. But it won't be easy, you know? By interfering as she did, the poor thing found herself catapulted into the place I had chosen for Mr. Firion... about whose evil intentions, on the contrary, I had not the slightest doubt! After a lifetime of teaching, you learn to recognize bullies very well, do you know Mr. Alaion? This is why I had considered a trip to the Far Realm very educational for Mr. Firion..."
"One place I had seen there once, in particular," the ex-Preceptor goes on "had seemed suitable to me: a valley of whitish material, with a consistency halfway between limestone rock and a troll's skin... with a blurred blue sky that it seemed to be composed of several layers of glass... and a sort of moon that seemed wounded - it certainly had holes, or wounds, it had many - and was losing an immense quantity of blood which was feeding a real lake beneath it ... I call that place 'Moonwounded Valley', but that's certainly not its official name... I didn't stop to ask the locals for the true one, Mr. Alaion, you know... In the Far Realm, in general, it's never a good idea to stop - regardless of the need for information or whether or not there are any locals in sight".
"Undoubtedly, our best bet it would be for me to open a portal that leads there, Mr. Alaion," sighs the gnome "but you see, to prevent Mr. Firion from tearing us all to pieces, I had to use my cube - the object that allows me to do this kind of thing - to the very limit of its powers... Until tomorrow's dawn, I won't be able to use it again. Unless you know how to recharge it... I admit that I'm not aware of any procedure capable of doing so - it simply recovers some (or sometimes even all) of its power at dawn. But if you can recharge it in another way, I will be happy to open a portal that will allow us to attempt to bring back your priestess, Mr. Alaion!"
The priest sighs... it's clear that he doesn't have any idea how to recharge the cube.
"Then I suppose she will have to wait... I'll just have to send her a message to let her know that she will need to stay where she is and that we will retrieve her as soon as possible."
He sighs, looking extremely tired. He takes a few moments to send his message to the unfortunate priestess, before turning his attention back to you.
"Well... now then, you came here to find out how to break the curses that have tormented you... Come, sit with me, friends. I need to commune with the spirit realm on your behalf."
He sits on the floor and lights up some incense. He sits, eyes closed in meditation for a few minutes. Some of you who are unfamiliar with meditation might even assume that he has fallen asleep. But then his eyes open, glowing with otherworldly power. The light shines for a second before it fades and he is ready to speak.
"The afflictions that you suffer, each and every one, have been inflicted by the will of the divine," the High Priest says. "And, I will not lie to you. Even if I were a god, it would be nearly impossible to free you. But... that does not mean it is impossible. It will be difficult. Painful. But, it can be done. You will need to journey to the Ethereal Plane. Only there can reality be changed even in opposition to the designs of gods... but... even when you make it to the Ethereal Plane, I don't know what you need to do, nor am I sure who could help you with that..."
The remaining priestess who did not just get herself plane shifted coughs conspicuously, drawing the High Priest's attention. He glances at her in confusion... then his face becomes pale.
"Sister Eila... you don't actually think they should go to him for help, do you?"
The young priestess looks at the high priest, her expression a bit nervous, but determined.
"Well... can you think of another who might have the knowledge that they seek?"
High Priest Alaion looks at Sister Eila uncertainly. It is clear he is extremely reluctant to say more... but he is struggling to come up with alternative ideas...
"High Priest," the Tiefling begins, reluctantly. "If this curse is the will of the divine, a suffering we were meant to endure, then how can we be certain that such a course of action is not a blasphemy?"
She hangs her head in supplication and submission.
"I do not seek to challenge your wisdom, only to understand and be enlightened by it."
The High Priest seems extremely relieved that someone distracted him from the option that the priestess attempted to bring up...
"Remember, child, 'divine' is not the same thing as 'good,'" he points out. "After all, both Asmodeus and Lolth are divine beings. But that does not mean that we submit to their twisted will without opposition. After all, our Lord certainly doesn't stand back and allow evil to run rampant, even if the source of that evil may be another god..."
The priestess who spoke up, meanwhile, still looks extremely uncomfortable holding in what she wanted to say...
"And the gods of good not only oppose evil, but they also give us the opportunity to assist them in this, to be at their side! To be united with them, in intent, to be ever more united with them in everything and forever!" an inspired Duwamilly intervenes "It's no coincidence that the Upper Planes have infinite extension... there must be room for a lot of people!"
"Seriously, we are called to be" the cleric continues, exalted "'living members of the gods of good... 'members', in the sense of acting as the gods themselves would do, as an extension of their will and soul... 'living', in the sense of doing so by our own choice, with all the passion, creativity and ingenuity we can express!"
"For example, as you may have understood," the gnome smiles "for Garl Glittergold I am a second mortal living tongue! Yes, I know! I said 'seriously'! Well... I lied! However, I wanted to get to the point that this is valid for you too, worshipers of Ilmater, brothers who have chosen service in endurance rather than in good humor - but who are at the service of the forces of good anyway!"
"I seem to understand, from your words," the ex-Preceptor continues "that your god cannot intervene directly to solve our problem... nor can you. Yet, Sister Eila here" and she gestures with her hand to the priestess who had something to say "apparently knows a 'him' to whom we could turn. Someone who leaves you perplexed, apparently... But, hey, who tells you that this someone isn't just another living member - perhaps even without his knowledge - of the cause of good?! Let's not delay any further! Tell us about this individual! You wouldn't prefer to wait for Mr Frinion - who, based on what we were saying, I really think is a perfect 4sshole for his god - to come back from his trip out of town?! Come on, come on! Who were you talking about? Who, perhaps, could help us?"
As the high priest conducts his boring seance, Yasmina quietly approaches the ex-preceptor with a quiet whisper. "I apologize for my master, he is not used to being spoken to like that. You were very brave to do that though." She says, ending with an amused smile. "I'm sure you will get to know him in time, for now you will have to settle for getting to know me I'm afraid." She finishes with a wink and a playful smile.
The red-haired half-elven girl then watches in amused silence as the others debate, leaning back against a temple pillar again with arms crossed over her chest. She too was curious about what the priestling was eager to pipe up about, but she waited to speak until she had something to contribute with. Travelling the ethereal plane sounded both dangerous and exciting. Evidently the talkative ex-preceptor would be able to get them there, and her master Amir certainly had his own powers of planar travelling.
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(OOC: I'll handwave that issue by saying that, realizing she was trying to heal his wounds, he reached out and let her touch him. RAW there's no interaction between Cure Wounds and Mirror Image, as much as it would make sense for that to be an issue. On the bright side, that means if you guys ever find yourselves in the same situation your defensive spells won't stop you from receiving beneficial ones from your allies)
Combat tracker:
-> Jarro
-> Cal
Yasmina
Amir - Inside a wall of force
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Dark Wizard Firion - 65 damage, concentrating on wall of force, currently trapped by Amir's whirlwind
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Duwamilly
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High Priest Alaion - 35 damage
Ilmatari Priests
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Delvindra
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Death Cultist 1 - Dead
Death Cultist 2 - Dead
Death Cultist 3
Death Cultist 4 - Dead (finished off by Yasmina's eldritch blast)
Death Cultist 5
Death Cultist 6 - super dead
Jarro and Cal are up!
Cal will go to cultists 3 and slash at them.
Attack: 9
Damage:18
Cal's attack strikes the cultist between the metal scales of his armor, finishing him off!
Jarro, meanwhile, has more limited success. His first attack misses entirely. The second results in a shallow cut across the woman's cheek.
At this point, the dark wizard realizes that, even with his incredible arcane knowledge, he cannot defeat all of you. Seeing the portal before him, he decides that this is his best chance of escape.
"Fools!" he exclaims, his voice booming through the room in spite of the sound of the whirlwind that should drown out any other sounds. "You have only delayed the inevitable. I will take what I want, off your lifeless corpses if I must!"
With that, he casts chill touch at Cal.
Attack: 18 Damage: 10
He then casts misty step, disappearing from the middle of the whirlwind and into Duwamilly's portal.
Duwamilly is up!
(Firion has full cover against attacks from the North side of the portal, and vice-versa for his attacks against any of you)
Duwamilly sighs in relief: “Finally!” and with one step she exits the portal, returning to the temple of Illmater, on the Prime Material Plane. As soon as she leaves the flowery plain, she stops concentrating on the portal... which closes instantly, leaving the dangerous leader of the opposing faction in the middle of the Feywild (OOC: @DM: Up to you whether Frinion can keep concentration on the Wall of Force from another plane of existence or not).
"Now, you rascals," the ex-Preceptor shakes her warning finger while apostrophizing the two remaining cultists "this should teach you two things! One, that you don't jump the queue! My students and I were there first talking to the High Priest! Two, respect for elders! So now that you are left alone, stop bothering the High Priest, apologize and surrender!"
During the tirade, the gnome cautiously moved further away from the area of the physical confrontation. She keeps a worried eye on poor Cal, having recognized the evil influence that has affected him... an influence that precludes any healing, albeit only for a short time. 'I'll heal you as soon as I can, honey...' she thinks, looking forward to helping him.
(OOC: So, Duwamilly moves 1 step south - exiting the portal - then, after ceasing to concentrate, two steps north-west and one north, all while she Disengages to avoid triggering any Attack of Opportunity. She should therefore end her movement - and her turn - in the square north-east of Delvindra)
(OOC: On a completely separate plane of existence, with the portal closed, he can no longer concentrate on his Wall of Force. The Djinni is free! But honestly, you guys really don't need his help anymore...)
Duwamilly sees a shocked expression on the dark wizard's face for a brief moment, before the portal snaps shut, leaving him trapped in the Feywild (well, at least until he finds a way to get out... which probably won't take all that long considering he's a wizard who's powerful enough to cast time stop, but he won't be back for this fight).
The Djinni is suddenly free from the wall of force.
And one cultist remains... the tiefling's yellow eyes flash as she prepares to fight to the bitter end... but she doesn't get the chance, as High Priest Alaion casts hold person, freezing her in place.
"Enough," the High Priest says to both you and the other priests gently. "There is no need for more bloodshed here... please bind her, and we will decide her fate later."
The three Ilmatari priests quickly do as the High Priest commands, disarming the cultist before securely binding and gagging her so that she can't attack or cast spells.
End of combat! And congratulations everyone, for an incredible battle to start us off!
Everyone receives a good hunk of 250 XP for the battle. Yes, I know I'm lowballing you a little bit.
"And there probably wouldn't have been need for any 'bloodshed', if you had let me do what I was doing..." the ex-Preceptor this time shakes her warning finger at the Ilmatari priests "You don't interrupt a teacher like that! You should have at least raise your hand and ask permission, before you try to grapple me!"
Meanwhile, she approaches Cal: "Come here, honey, let's see what they've done to you..." and she lays her hands on him, finally giving him back some of the vitality that the wizard's spell had taken away from him.
Cure Wounds to Cal: 6
Lame... But we are not in a hurry, so here's another one:
Cure Wounds to Cal: 6
Once Cal seems like his former self again, Duwamilly patiently takes his place next to Yasmina, waiting for her turn to talk about her curse: "Hey! You could have introduced him to me earlier, your Amir! He's really... . cool! Have you been friends for long?" and in the meantime holds out his little hand towards the Djinn "Nice to meet you, Mr. Amir! I'm Duwamilly 'Planerunner' of clan Gerinell! If one day you need a Preceptor for some kids, feel free to send for me!"
The great Djinn Amir is still furious over the insolence of the pathetic human being able to, albeit only quite briefly, incarcarate him with his pitiful magic. He is just about to follow the dark wizard to the Feywild and even across the planes if necessary to teach him some manners as the cheerful halfling interrupts his plans for vindication. He looks down at her and her outstretched hand in utter confusion before looking around for the ring bearer. "Yasmina, who is this creature that knows my name and dares to address me?" He calls out in booming voice.
After a moment the red-haired half-elven girl steps out from behind the temple pillar where she had been hiding. "Her name is Duwamilly and she's...she's a friend." Yasmina says weakly as she approaches her master, giving the hafling a glance to say this was maybe not the time to shake hands with a Djinn. "The ring is safe master but stay vigilant while I speak to the Imam of this temple about freeing you my master." She continues, giving the enormous Djinni a warm reassuring smile that quickly weakens his scolding glare. "Very well Yasmina, I will explore this foreign city while you deal with this mortal." He declares in a proud tone before disappearing like a strong breeze.
As the Djinni departs the red-haired half-elf seems relieved, then turning to the high priest and the others. "So where were we?"
With the adrenaline rush worn off, the High Priest turns to Duwamilly.
"My child..." he asks. "I need to know exactly where you sent my priestess. Her actions were unwise... but if you knew who Firion is and what he has done, I think you would understand why she was worried about what might happen if he was granted access to even more power."
Duwamilly sighs: "Let's not talk about it anymore, Mr. Alaion - I know how much patience it takes, with the youngs... I was a Preceptor for a long time, you know? Before I inherited that curse... Your priestess is forgiven and I will not hold a grudge to her! I'll even come up with a joke to make her laugh, if we can get her to come back. But it won't be easy, you know? By interfering as she did, the poor thing found herself catapulted into the place I had chosen for Mr. Firion... about whose evil intentions, on the contrary, I had not the slightest doubt! After a lifetime of teaching, you learn to recognize bullies very well, do you know Mr. Alaion? This is why I had considered a trip to the Far Realm very educational for Mr. Firion..."
"One place I had seen there once, in particular," the ex-Preceptor goes on "had seemed suitable to me: a valley of whitish material, with a consistency halfway between limestone rock and a troll's skin... with a blurred blue sky that it seemed to be composed of several layers of glass... and a sort of moon that seemed wounded - it certainly had holes, or wounds, it had many - and was losing an immense quantity of blood which was feeding a real lake beneath it ... I call that place 'Moonwounded Valley', but that's certainly not its official name... I didn't stop to ask the locals for the true one, Mr. Alaion, you know... In the Far Realm, in general, it's never a good idea to stop - regardless of the need for information or whether or not there are any locals in sight".
"Undoubtedly, our best bet it would be for me to open a portal that leads there, Mr. Alaion," sighs the gnome "but you see, to prevent Mr. Firion from tearing us all to pieces, I had to use my cube - the object that allows me to do this kind of thing - to the very limit of its powers... Until tomorrow's dawn, I won't be able to use it again. Unless you know how to recharge it... I admit that I'm not aware of any procedure capable of doing so - it simply recovers some (or sometimes even all) of its power at dawn. But if you can recharge it in another way, I will be happy to open a portal that will allow us to attempt to bring back your priestess, Mr. Alaion!"
The priest sighs... it's clear that he doesn't have any idea how to recharge the cube.
"Then I suppose she will have to wait... I'll just have to send her a message to let her know that she will need to stay where she is and that we will retrieve her as soon as possible."
He sighs, looking extremely tired. He takes a few moments to send his message to the unfortunate priestess, before turning his attention back to you.
"Well... now then, you came here to find out how to break the curses that have tormented you... Come, sit with me, friends. I need to commune with the spirit realm on your behalf."
He sits on the floor and lights up some incense. He sits, eyes closed in meditation for a few minutes. Some of you who are unfamiliar with meditation might even assume that he has fallen asleep. But then his eyes open, glowing with otherworldly power. The light shines for a second before it fades and he is ready to speak.
"The afflictions that you suffer, each and every one, have been inflicted by the will of the divine," the High Priest says. "And, I will not lie to you. Even if I were a god, it would be nearly impossible to free you. But... that does not mean it is impossible. It will be difficult. Painful. But, it can be done. You will need to journey to the Ethereal Plane. Only there can reality be changed even in opposition to the designs of gods... but... even when you make it to the Ethereal Plane, I don't know what you need to do, nor am I sure who could help you with that..."
The remaining priestess who did not just get herself plane shifted coughs conspicuously, drawing the High Priest's attention. He glances at her in confusion... then his face becomes pale.
"Sister Eila... you don't actually think they should go to him for help, do you?"
The young priestess looks at the high priest, her expression a bit nervous, but determined.
"Well... can you think of another who might have the knowledge that they seek?"
High Priest Alaion looks at Sister Eila uncertainly. It is clear he is extremely reluctant to say more... but he is struggling to come up with alternative ideas...
"High Priest," the Tiefling begins, reluctantly. "If this curse is the will of the divine, a suffering we were meant to endure, then how can we be certain that such a course of action is not a blasphemy?"
She hangs her head in supplication and submission.
"I do not seek to challenge your wisdom, only to understand and be enlightened by it."
The High Priest seems extremely relieved that someone distracted him from the option that the priestess attempted to bring up...
"Remember, child, 'divine' is not the same thing as 'good,'" he points out. "After all, both Asmodeus and Lolth are divine beings. But that does not mean that we submit to their twisted will without opposition. After all, our Lord certainly doesn't stand back and allow evil to run rampant, even if the source of that evil may be another god..."
The priestess who spoke up, meanwhile, still looks extremely uncomfortable holding in what she wanted to say...
“What is this Truth Seeker you speak of priest?” Cal says still rilled up from the fight.
"And the gods of good not only oppose evil, but they also give us the opportunity to assist them in this, to be at their side! To be united with them, in intent, to be ever more united with them in everything and forever!" an inspired Duwamilly intervenes "It's no coincidence that the Upper Planes have infinite extension... there must be room for a lot of people!"
"Seriously, we are called to be" the cleric continues, exalted "'living members of the gods of good... 'members', in the sense of acting as the gods themselves would do, as an extension of their will and soul... 'living', in the sense of doing so by our own choice, with all the passion, creativity and ingenuity we can express!"
"For example, as you may have understood," the gnome smiles "for Garl Glittergold I am a second mortal living tongue! Yes, I know! I said 'seriously'! Well... I lied! However, I wanted to get to the point that this is valid for you too, worshipers of Ilmater, brothers who have chosen service in endurance rather than in good humor - but who are at the service of the forces of good anyway!"
"I seem to understand, from your words," the ex-Preceptor continues "that your god cannot intervene directly to solve our problem... nor can you. Yet, Sister Eila here" and she gestures with her hand to the priestess who had something to say "apparently knows a 'him' to whom we could turn. Someone who leaves you perplexed, apparently... But, hey, who tells you that this someone isn't just another living member - perhaps even without his knowledge - of the cause of good?! Let's not delay any further! Tell us about this individual! You wouldn't prefer to wait for Mr Frinion - who, based on what we were saying, I really think is a perfect 4sshole for his god - to come back from his trip out of town?! Come on, come on! Who were you talking about? Who, perhaps, could help us?"
As the high priest conducts his boring seance, Yasmina quietly approaches the ex-preceptor with a quiet whisper. "I apologize for my master, he is not used to being spoken to like that. You were very brave to do that though." She says, ending with an amused smile. "I'm sure you will get to know him in time, for now you will have to settle for getting to know me I'm afraid." She finishes with a wink and a playful smile.
The red-haired half-elven girl then watches in amused silence as the others debate, leaning back against a temple pillar again with arms crossed over her chest. She too was curious about what the priestling was eager to pipe up about, but she waited to speak until she had something to contribute with. Travelling the ethereal plane sounded both dangerous and exciting. Evidently the talkative ex-preceptor would be able to get them there, and her master Amir certainly had his own powers of planar travelling.