Vistani blinks as she realizes the combat was coming to a swirling end and seeing the last remaining targets being taken down. She barely notes Larken running to the nearest point off the bridge as she drums her fingers on the railing trying to assess everything that had happened. At least, she had a better idea how to aim her faerie fire and that ghouls had a good chance of avoiding it compared to zombies and skeletons. At least they survived to actually even try to go on their mission....if they ever left the city. Did she want to leave the city? She couldn't help end a crazy plague or whatever it was devastating the world if she didn't. She smirks knowing she somehow got hooked into some unexplainable thing she had only sung about in ballads before.
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Seeing that the others appear to be finishing off the remaining attackers, Korine turns to check back under the bridge and be sure no further undead are approaching to threaten the temple or it's defenders. When it appears that the skirmish is over for now, she let's her hammer sag to the ground and tries to catch her breath, then moves to the battered temple doors. "It's safe, now, friends, you can come out if you wish."
Another well placed arrow from Cor felled the last of the undead. “You’re traako up close, stay here so you can watch our backs,” the rogue countered Larken, without much conviction to her words. She wasn’t nearly as good at assessing danger as her friends, but it seemed the danger was passed for now.
The half-elf took the stairs two at a time until she got down to the ground where the holy people were. “Jilwyn, so good of you to join us,” she smiled. “And I see you brought friends.”
Jil gave Cor a warm smile in return. "Sorry we're late," she wheezed, still attempting to catch her breath. Seeing Cor meant that Larken was also safe. Looking around for him, she spotted Korine. The girl didn't look so good. "Oh, dear, I'm sorry!" Moving next to Korine, she placed one hand on the girl's shoulder, while gripping her amulet with the other. Closing her eyes, she mumbled, "Allow me to help." Moments later, Korine was surrounded by a soft, glowing light, and some of her wounds began to heal. Jil frowned momentarily, slightly distressed by her lack of ability. Quickly, she put on a smile again. "I hope that helps, at least a little."
Ignoring Cor's slight, Larken heads down to the ground level as well. "It was foolish rushing into this fight," he says. "The guards would have been here eventually."
He gives two sharp knocks on the door and calls out, "The danger has passed for the moment!" He looks over the rest of his companions before noticing the two arrow shafts sticking out of his leathers. "I'll have to get these removed before we go back to the marketplace." He barely felt them, as the pain had already passed.
Kulan turns around to the priests who had arrived with Jilwyn. He bows briefly before speaking.
"Thank you for aiding us in dealing with these undead bastards. Without your assistance, they might have caused more damage, to both the building and us."
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The doors to the temple cautiously creak open and out stepped a small group of priests and acolytes. Finally a head priest came out, and she wavered at the sight of the undead around her. After a moment to collect herself she looked to the adventuring party.
"Thank you. Come inside, let us heal you. Nefri, go to our stores and get a suitable reward." She looked to the doors and grimaced. "A very suitable reward." After a moment she turned back to the adventuring party and gestured inside. She glanced up to the group on the bridge as well. "Climb your way down, the way you got up. Come inside. Rest up, heal, and let us tend to your wounds. Please."
"They look like they might need it," Inete mumbled to Jilwyn. "Perhaps we should take up their offer?"
"Don't need any healing," Undrik pointed out exasperatedly. She eyed the rest of the group. "Although a few of them look a little worse."
"What Tymora offers I would also take," Inete pointed out. "We could use the advantage for the jungle."
Jil looked Larken over. "You need those arrows removed. We should take their offer. I'm sorry I wasn't here to help." Frowning, she pulled Larken over to the temple door. "My friend here could use a little attention." She gave the priest a kind smile. "We would appreciate any help you would be willing to give."
"The only reward I could ever hope for is a warm meal," the rogue beamed at the acolytes, walking up to head head priest. "Although I would be just as grateful if you healed my friends. I'm Cor'avin, but you can call me Cor," she gave the woman a wink. "What is your name?"
Several of the acolytes pull the group into the temple. It is sparsely decorated, rather humble in its design, but considering the Temple of Tymora's position in Malar's Throat perhaps that is to be expected. Acolytes urge Larken to settle down while they work on removing the shafts of arrows stuck into his shoulder. They whisper for him to not move, offer him a guard to bite down on if he prefers, and begin the painstakingly careful process of removing the weapons. As each arrow leaves Larken's body, they dribble a small amount of healing drought to help seal the wounds closed.
Several other acolytes usher Korine off to the side where they work to bandage her wounds and apply a little healing salve to help facilitate her bodies own healing processes. Undril and Inete follow the group into the temple, Inete making a small gesture of thanks and respect toward Tymora and the temple itself. They settle off to the side to observe the actions of the group in quiet, although Undril shifted with faint restless energy.
"Cor'avin, well met," the head priest said softly. "I am Nefriti." The acolyte who rushed off toward the temple's stores returned with a small sack. The sack made a sound like the clacking of glass or porcelain jars together. Carefully the acolyte settled the sack down, and then pulled it open. "As an offer of our thanks." Nefriti glanced down at the sack and hummed contemplatively. "Perfect." Nefriti picked up a small, glass bottle filled with a faintly glowing liquid. A potion of healing. She offered this first to Cor'avin. Then Nefriti bent down and picked up a porcelain jug. "Normally this would come in a cask, but we find it better chilled," Nefriti said softly. There are four other porcelain jugs, each roughly large enough to contain one gallon of liquid. The jug's contents certainly sound like some sort of liquid. "A Chultan delicacy; Tej. Please accept these as our thanks."
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Vistani wandered in last lucky to find two of the three stones she used. She might find some good ones on their trip as needed. If she had a quicker way into the fray she would have pulled out her rapier first. She listened to the conversation and looked at the offered contents. Tej? Her memory failed on what kind of drink it could be. She spent plenty of time in various taverns of the city, but only drank water and some varieties of fruit juices. Alcohol impaired the senses for both performing and observing.
Now did she want to continue into the jungle or not? Some of her abilities had helped the group this day, but she had none of those left until tomorrow after managing to sleep. Then again, the crazy thing of the jungle is it could be calm for some time and then chaos exploded. And there were three pirate crews not so far away they could run into before getting to where they needed to go. You could pass someone only feet away and never know it. She'd probably go in order to document the heroic attempt.
That decided for sure now, she waited quietly to see what would happen next.
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Larken grimaced slightly as the Tymoran Acolytes removed the arrows. With his leathers and undershirt off, the various scars that littered his chest and back were quite clear. One of the attendants touches the large scar over his heart, and he grasps her hand reflexively. "No," he says simply. She nods timidly and continues to dress his wounded shoulder.
His scars were nothing compared to Jil's though. He can't help but glance in her direction as they tend to him.
Jil paced a section of the room, lost in thought. Wringing her hands together, she chastised herself for leaving the group. Larken had been injured, Korine had been injured, and if she had been there, she might have prevented it. Or at least helped heal their wounds. At least now, they were getting the attention they needed. Those arrows sticking out of Larken's chest, however...
She glanced over at him, and caught his gaze. She quickly gave him a reassuring smile, before her eyes drifted to the scar over his heart. Her smile faded. A reminder of yet another of her failures. She turned away from him, and found a place to sit to think.
Korine closes her eyes and sighs in relief as Jil's healing magic washes away some of the damage she sustained. "Yes, much better, than you Jilwyn." After, she follows the others into the temple at the bidding of the priest. "How often do these attacks occur? Is there likely to be another very soon?"
She allows the young acolytes to lead her off and attend to her remaining wounds. "Thank you my friends, and thanks to Tymora for her divine gifts as well. Just as good as new now." She rejoins the others in their conversation. "Thank you, Nefriti, we appreciate your gifts. Will you be safe enough here, with the damage that was done to the doors? I fear another attack like that and they may not hold up."
"Please, Nefriti, we can't take..." Cor'avin eyed the potion. It could be the difference between life and death for them later. "I appreciate your generosity. I don't want to take advantage, but there is a treacherous road ahead." The rogue sighed. "Thank you so much. How does this sound for a deal. There is a dangerous road ahead of us, so I would be a fool to not accept this potion. However, I can't in good conscious take this much Tej. Instead, why don't we all crack open one of those bottles, and enjoy it together to celebrate today's victory. We will leave the rest here, with you. Is that alright?"
Nefriti looked at Cor'avin with disappointment. "You would deny the gifts of thanks from those who serve Tymora?" She bound up the porcelain jars into the sack and walked around Cor'avin. With grace Nefriti carried her bundle over to one of the others. She glanced to each, and then chose to settle before Larken as the acolytes worked. "Perhaps you will be more gracious in this gift," she murmured. "Six gallons of tej, for you and whoever you deem it worthy of."
With that Nefriti turned and walked away. "Please leave as soon as you are healed. We have maintenance to do."
Cor'avin sighed. How had she managed to screw up yet another relationship with a temple? She had been trying to be kind. After her years of living on the streets, she understood the importance of Temples. Of course, she wasn't a particularly religious person. However, her life had been saved by the donations of kindly acolytes countless times. Now that she was in a position where she didn't have to steal or beg for every scrap of food, she wanted to be cognizant of those who did. She was trying to be nice, good like Jilwyn. That hadn't worked out as well as she had hoped.
The rogue left the temple, not wanting to let her bad luck rub off on the rest of the group. They could accept Tymora's blessings and regain the trust of the temple without her. She sat down on the ground, catching her breath for a moment. Perhaps she would go find Qawasha without her friends' help.
Jil heard the conversation between Cor and Nefriti, and before she could interject, both went their separate ways. She desperately wanted to apologize on Cor's behalf, but knew Cor would probably dislike that. She hadn't known the girl as long as she had known Larken, and sometimes it was difficult to get a peg on what Cor was thinking. Standing, she gave a slight bow to one of the acolytes. "Please, forgive me for all the trouble." Then she headed out the door and ran to catch up to her friend. "Cor! Please wait!"
Cor'avin exited the temple and sunk to the ground outside, her head resting against the wall. Jil approached, still calling out. "Cor?" She neared and placed a hand on her friends shoulder. "Are you okay?"
“Hmm?” Cor opened one eye, looking over at Jil. Of course she had followed her out. Of course Jilwyn was worried about her. Because Jil was just so good, she had to worry about everyone. “Me? I’m fine. Just didn’t want to get in the way anymore.”
Jil gave her a kind smile. "You aren't in the way. If it helps, I would have said the same thing. I don't know the fine details on how to act around all these different temples. I miss my little temple back home, where everything was much more simple." She wiped the hair from her face, and looked up at the sky. "I'm sorry I wasn't here sooner."
"We were fine, we didn’t need you. Larken had it under control," Cor'avin replied brusquely.
Jil frowned. "Of course." It hurt to hear she wasn't needed. "I suppose you also agree with him that I shouldn't come on this journey?"
"No, I think we’d be idiots not to take you along," the rogue said matter-of-factly. As annoying as the cleric could be, she was certainly needed. "I understand his concern for you, but if there had been, say five more zombies? At least one of us would have died without your healing. It’s also your life, and I don’t think we should take it out of your hands.”
"I appreciate that," Jil replied. "He thinks I should stay here. What would I do here? Wither away in a library?" She sighed. "I... don't want to be a burden. On anyone. Maybe this whole thing is just one huge mistake."
"Relax, Jilwyn. You’re not a burden, you’re a ******* joy to be around. Larken and the rest of us need you, he’s just being an idiot.”
Jil frowned even harder at Cor's choice of language. "Cor, don't pander to me. I know you don't like me much. You've always been so cold toward me. Your words don't exactly match your expression." She sighed again. "I'm just doing my best with the situation that's been dropped in my lap." She turned, unsure where she would go. "I'll make sure nobody important dies."
Cor’avin scowled. “We’ve been together for how many years and you still don’t know the first thing about me?” The rogue rose to her feet. Neither of them had ever put in the effort to get to know the other, and it showed. If she had been talking to one of her brothers, they would have laughed and called her an idiot. Those few people Cor'avin let in knew that she used sarcasm like armor, and only used her charms when she needed to. Why were people so difficult? “I’m trying my best too, and you should know better. I don’t pander, and I don’t sugar coat unless I’m trying to get something out of someone.”
"I know you are, Cor." Jil stopped, and looked at her hands. "If it weren't for you, we wouldn't have survived here this past year. You're the only reason we've had food to eat on a regular basis. I don't even say anything when I know how you get some of the things you bring back." She turned, facing Cor again. "You have no idea how much I appreciate everything you've done. Even if you've only done it for Larken, I appreciate it."
"Can you just ditch the over-sweetness for five minutes and be genuine with me?” Cor grumbled, her voice rising. “I know that you hate me and what I do, but I take care of my family. And like it or not, you’re my family now.” The rogue took a deep breath, turning away and beginning to walk toward the rest of the city, perhaps where Qawasha awaited. “I’m going to continue to take care of my family by finding us this guide, while you and the rest of them can hang out with your new holy friends.”
Jil watched as Cor began to walk away, and anger swelled up in her. But instead of saying anything, she caught up to Cor, and walked side by side with her, silently. "What are you-“ Cor sighed. If she continued yelling, then Jilwyn would win. And frankly, she couldn’t let that happen. Inevitably, Jilwyn would complain to Larken, and then he would give her that look and... No, Jilwyn wanted to get a rise out of her, and she would not give in. “Fine, you’re tagging along. But if you make that face you always make if I steal something, I swear I will ditch you in a crowd.”
Jil walked silently, thinking over what Cor had said. "I've never had a family. You know this. Thank you for considering me family." She had to choose her words carefully, for fear of crying. "If I don't remain positive about as much as possible..." She paused, a lump forming in her throat. "I'm sorry my attitude bothers you. I just don't want..." She paused again, taking a deep breath, willing the lump to disappear. "I don't want to feel weak. And I don't hate you. I never have."
"You’re not weak, Jilwyn. You and Lark are far stronger than I am or will ever be. But please, stop trying to be so damn nice to me. I don’t need your pity or handouts,” Cor said through gritted teeth. “I don’t need that guilt. You’ve already proved you’re better than me, let’s just move on and get this done.”
Jil stopped dead in her tracks, looking at Cor, confused. "You... haven't noticed... have you?"
"Noticed where to find Qawasha? No, I have not," Cor'avin said in exasperation. "Otherwise we would have found a guide by now.”
"That's not what I meant," Jil said, catching up once again. "I lost my power when I died. Selune doesn't speak to me anymore." Her usual happy expression had been replaced with one of sadness. "I couldn't even hit that skeleton standing right in front of me. Please, don't tell Larken. He'll insist I stay."
"I’ve seen you heal Lark when one of his hunts goes south,” Cor knit her brow. “You still have magic. Even if it seems like you’re not as powerful, you can do things I never dreamt of. Trust me, I still think you're plenty powerful. And don’t worry, your secret is safe with my indifference."
Jil bit her lip, and nodded. "Thanks," she said softly. "Let's find this guide. I promise I'll stay out of your way."
Vistani arched her brow at the exchange and how quickly things changed to the priestess wanting them out of the way. She definitely did not plan on apologizing for any of them since she hadn't known any of them more than a day. Or was it two? Definitely not long enough to try to clean up any mess they made, but maybe she could walk out with the correct report. she walked up to Nefriti catching her before she was gone, but definitely away from the others.
"I will see that the Tej properly honors Tymora. I came running at the alarm if I had no idea what I would do. I despise undead and how it defiles the dead. I rather walk with Tymora on my side than not regardless of the company I might wind up with on my travels." She fished into her quicker to find coin pouch and pulled out the one obvious gold coin there. "For the repairs even if it isn't much. I feel my efforts in the battle were not quite enough, but I learned a lot of what I might do next time." She smiled. "Trying to keep myself safe and still singing during a bar brawl doesn't come close to trying to figure out how to take out a ghoul."
She paused.
"And I could use Tymora's blessing since I've decided to run off into the jungle to help find a Soulmonger and end a plague even if I could stay in the city and never be impacted directly by it other than see others hit by it."
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Vistani blinks as she realizes the combat was coming to a swirling end and seeing the last remaining targets being taken down. She barely notes Larken running to the nearest point off the bridge as she drums her fingers on the railing trying to assess everything that had happened. At least, she had a better idea how to aim her faerie fire and that ghouls had a good chance of avoiding it compared to zombies and skeletons. At least they survived to actually even try to go on their mission....if they ever left the city. Did she want to leave the city? She couldn't help end a crazy plague or whatever it was devastating the world if she didn't. She smirks knowing she somehow got hooked into some unexplainable thing she had only sung about in ballads before.
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Seeing that the others appear to be finishing off the remaining attackers, Korine turns to check back under the bridge and be sure no further undead are approaching to threaten the temple or it's defenders. When it appears that the skirmish is over for now, she let's her hammer sag to the ground and tries to catch her breath, then moves to the battered temple doors. "It's safe, now, friends, you can come out if you wish."
Another well placed arrow from Cor felled the last of the undead. “You’re traako up close, stay here so you can watch our backs,” the rogue countered Larken, without much conviction to her words. She wasn’t nearly as good at assessing danger as her friends, but it seemed the danger was passed for now.
The half-elf took the stairs two at a time until she got down to the ground where the holy people were. “Jilwyn, so good of you to join us,” she smiled. “And I see you brought friends.”
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Jil gave Cor a warm smile in return. "Sorry we're late," she wheezed, still attempting to catch her breath. Seeing Cor meant that Larken was also safe. Looking around for him, she spotted Korine. The girl didn't look so good. "Oh, dear, I'm sorry!" Moving next to Korine, she placed one hand on the girl's shoulder, while gripping her amulet with the other. Closing her eyes, she mumbled, "Allow me to help." Moments later, Korine was surrounded by a soft, glowing light, and some of her wounds began to heal. Jil frowned momentarily, slightly distressed by her lack of ability. Quickly, she put on a smile again. "I hope that helps, at least a little."
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Ignoring Cor's slight, Larken heads down to the ground level as well. "It was foolish rushing into this fight," he says. "The guards would have been here eventually."
He gives two sharp knocks on the door and calls out, "The danger has passed for the moment!" He looks over the rest of his companions before noticing the two arrow shafts sticking out of his leathers. "I'll have to get these removed before we go back to the marketplace." He barely felt them, as the pain had already passed.
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Kulan turns around to the priests who had arrived with Jilwyn. He bows briefly before speaking.
"Thank you for aiding us in dealing with these undead bastards. Without your assistance, they might have caused more damage, to both the building and us."
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The doors to the temple cautiously creak open and out stepped a small group of priests and acolytes. Finally a head priest came out, and she wavered at the sight of the undead around her. After a moment to collect herself she looked to the adventuring party.
"Thank you. Come inside, let us heal you. Nefri, go to our stores and get a suitable reward." She looked to the doors and grimaced. "A very suitable reward." After a moment she turned back to the adventuring party and gestured inside. She glanced up to the group on the bridge as well. "Climb your way down, the way you got up. Come inside. Rest up, heal, and let us tend to your wounds. Please."
"They look like they might need it," Inete mumbled to Jilwyn. "Perhaps we should take up their offer?"
"Don't need any healing," Undrik pointed out exasperatedly. She eyed the rest of the group. "Although a few of them look a little worse."
"What Tymora offers I would also take," Inete pointed out. "We could use the advantage for the jungle."
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Jil looked Larken over. "You need those arrows removed. We should take their offer. I'm sorry I wasn't here to help." Frowning, she pulled Larken over to the temple door. "My friend here could use a little attention." She gave the priest a kind smile. "We would appreciate any help you would be willing to give."
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"The only reward I could ever hope for is a warm meal," the rogue beamed at the acolytes, walking up to head head priest. "Although I would be just as grateful if you healed my friends. I'm Cor'avin, but you can call me Cor," she gave the woman a wink. "What is your name?"
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Several of the acolytes pull the group into the temple. It is sparsely decorated, rather humble in its design, but considering the Temple of Tymora's position in Malar's Throat perhaps that is to be expected. Acolytes urge Larken to settle down while they work on removing the shafts of arrows stuck into his shoulder. They whisper for him to not move, offer him a guard to bite down on if he prefers, and begin the painstakingly careful process of removing the weapons. As each arrow leaves Larken's body, they dribble a small amount of healing drought to help seal the wounds closed.
Several other acolytes usher Korine off to the side where they work to bandage her wounds and apply a little healing salve to help facilitate her bodies own healing processes. Undril and Inete follow the group into the temple, Inete making a small gesture of thanks and respect toward Tymora and the temple itself. They settle off to the side to observe the actions of the group in quiet, although Undril shifted with faint restless energy.
"Cor'avin, well met," the head priest said softly. "I am Nefriti." The acolyte who rushed off toward the temple's stores returned with a small sack. The sack made a sound like the clacking of glass or porcelain jars together. Carefully the acolyte settled the sack down, and then pulled it open. "As an offer of our thanks." Nefriti glanced down at the sack and hummed contemplatively. "Perfect." Nefriti picked up a small, glass bottle filled with a faintly glowing liquid. A potion of healing. She offered this first to Cor'avin. Then Nefriti bent down and picked up a porcelain jug. "Normally this would come in a cask, but we find it better chilled," Nefriti said softly. There are four other porcelain jugs, each roughly large enough to contain one gallon of liquid. The jug's contents certainly sound like some sort of liquid. "A Chultan delicacy; Tej. Please accept these as our thanks."
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Vistani wandered in last lucky to find two of the three stones she used. She might find some good ones on their trip as needed. If she had a quicker way into the fray she would have pulled out her rapier first. She listened to the conversation and looked at the offered contents. Tej? Her memory failed on what kind of drink it could be. She spent plenty of time in various taverns of the city, but only drank water and some varieties of fruit juices. Alcohol impaired the senses for both performing and observing.
Now did she want to continue into the jungle or not? Some of her abilities had helped the group this day, but she had none of those left until tomorrow after managing to sleep. Then again, the crazy thing of the jungle is it could be calm for some time and then chaos exploded. And there were three pirate crews not so far away they could run into before getting to where they needed to go. You could pass someone only feet away and never know it. She'd probably go in order to document the heroic attempt.
That decided for sure now, she waited quietly to see what would happen next.
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Larken grimaced slightly as the Tymoran Acolytes removed the arrows. With his leathers and undershirt off, the various scars that littered his chest and back were quite clear. One of the attendants touches the large scar over his heart, and he grasps her hand reflexively. "No," he says simply. She nods timidly and continues to dress his wounded shoulder.
His scars were nothing compared to Jil's though. He can't help but glance in her direction as they tend to him.
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Jil paced a section of the room, lost in thought. Wringing her hands together, she chastised herself for leaving the group. Larken had been injured, Korine had been injured, and if she had been there, she might have prevented it. Or at least helped heal their wounds. At least now, they were getting the attention they needed. Those arrows sticking out of Larken's chest, however...
She glanced over at him, and caught his gaze. She quickly gave him a reassuring smile, before her eyes drifted to the scar over his heart. Her smile faded. A reminder of yet another of her failures. She turned away from him, and found a place to sit to think.
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Korine closes her eyes and sighs in relief as Jil's healing magic washes away some of the damage she sustained. "Yes, much better, than you Jilwyn." After, she follows the others into the temple at the bidding of the priest. "How often do these attacks occur? Is there likely to be another very soon?"
She allows the young acolytes to lead her off and attend to her remaining wounds. "Thank you my friends, and thanks to Tymora for her divine gifts as well. Just as good as new now." She rejoins the others in their conversation. "Thank you, Nefriti, we appreciate your gifts. Will you be safe enough here, with the damage that was done to the doors? I fear another attack like that and they may not hold up."
"Please, Nefriti, we can't take..." Cor'avin eyed the potion. It could be the difference between life and death for them later. "I appreciate your generosity. I don't want to take advantage, but there is a treacherous road ahead." The rogue sighed. "Thank you so much. How does this sound for a deal. There is a dangerous road ahead of us, so I would be a fool to not accept this potion. However, I can't in good conscious take this much Tej. Instead, why don't we all crack open one of those bottles, and enjoy it together to celebrate today's victory. We will leave the rest here, with you. Is that alright?"
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Nefriti looked at Cor'avin with disappointment. "You would deny the gifts of thanks from those who serve Tymora?" She bound up the porcelain jars into the sack and walked around Cor'avin. With grace Nefriti carried her bundle over to one of the others. She glanced to each, and then chose to settle before Larken as the acolytes worked. "Perhaps you will be more gracious in this gift," she murmured. "Six gallons of tej, for you and whoever you deem it worthy of."
With that Nefriti turned and walked away. "Please leave as soon as you are healed. We have maintenance to do."
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Cor'avin sighed. How had she managed to screw up yet another relationship with a temple? She had been trying to be kind. After her years of living on the streets, she understood the importance of Temples. Of course, she wasn't a particularly religious person. However, her life had been saved by the donations of kindly acolytes countless times. Now that she was in a position where she didn't have to steal or beg for every scrap of food, she wanted to be cognizant of those who did. She was trying to be nice, good like Jilwyn. That hadn't worked out as well as she had hoped.
The rogue left the temple, not wanting to let her bad luck rub off on the rest of the group. They could accept Tymora's blessings and regain the trust of the temple without her. She sat down on the ground, catching her breath for a moment. Perhaps she would go find Qawasha without her friends' help.
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Jil heard the conversation between Cor and Nefriti, and before she could interject, both went their separate ways. She desperately wanted to apologize on Cor's behalf, but knew Cor would probably dislike that. She hadn't known the girl as long as she had known Larken, and sometimes it was difficult to get a peg on what Cor was thinking. Standing, she gave a slight bow to one of the acolytes. "Please, forgive me for all the trouble." Then she headed out the door and ran to catch up to her friend. "Cor! Please wait!"
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Cor'avin exited the temple and sunk to the ground outside, her head resting against the wall. Jil approached, still calling out. "Cor?" She neared and placed a hand on her friends shoulder. "Are you okay?"
“Hmm?” Cor opened one eye, looking over at Jil. Of course she had followed her out. Of course Jilwyn was worried about her. Because Jil was just so good, she had to worry about everyone. “Me? I’m fine. Just didn’t want to get in the way anymore.”
Jil gave her a kind smile. "You aren't in the way. If it helps, I would have said the same thing. I don't know the fine details on how to act around all these different temples. I miss my little temple back home, where everything was much more simple." She wiped the hair from her face, and looked up at the sky. "I'm sorry I wasn't here sooner."
"We were fine, we didn’t need you. Larken had it under control," Cor'avin replied brusquely.
Jil frowned. "Of course." It hurt to hear she wasn't needed. "I suppose you also agree with him that I shouldn't come on this journey?"
"No, I think we’d be idiots not to take you along," the rogue said matter-of-factly. As annoying as the cleric could be, she was certainly needed. "I understand his concern for you, but if there had been, say five more zombies? At least one of us would have died without your healing. It’s also your life, and I don’t think we should take it out of your hands.”
"I appreciate that," Jil replied. "He thinks I should stay here. What would I do here? Wither away in a library?" She sighed. "I... don't want to be a burden. On anyone. Maybe this whole thing is just one huge mistake."
"Relax, Jilwyn. You’re not a burden, you’re a ******* joy to be around. Larken and the rest of us need you, he’s just being an idiot.”
Jil frowned even harder at Cor's choice of language. "Cor, don't pander to me. I know you don't like me much. You've always been so cold toward me. Your words don't exactly match your expression." She sighed again. "I'm just doing my best with the situation that's been dropped in my lap." She turned, unsure where she would go. "I'll make sure nobody important dies."
Cor’avin scowled. “We’ve been together for how many years and you still don’t know the first thing about me?” The rogue rose to her feet. Neither of them had ever put in the effort to get to know the other, and it showed. If she had been talking to one of her brothers, they would have laughed and called her an idiot. Those few people Cor'avin let in knew that she used sarcasm like armor, and only used her charms when she needed to. Why were people so difficult? “I’m trying my best too, and you should know better. I don’t pander, and I don’t sugar coat unless I’m trying to get something out of someone.”
"I know you are, Cor." Jil stopped, and looked at her hands. "If it weren't for you, we wouldn't have survived here this past year. You're the only reason we've had food to eat on a regular basis. I don't even say anything when I know how you get some of the things you bring back." She turned, facing Cor again. "You have no idea how much I appreciate everything you've done. Even if you've only done it for Larken, I appreciate it."
"Can you just ditch the over-sweetness for five minutes and be genuine with me?” Cor grumbled, her voice rising. “I know that you hate me and what I do, but I take care of my family. And like it or not, you’re my family now.” The rogue took a deep breath, turning away and beginning to walk toward the rest of the city, perhaps where Qawasha awaited. “I’m going to continue to take care of my family by finding us this guide, while you and the rest of them can hang out with your new holy friends.”
Jil watched as Cor began to walk away, and anger swelled up in her. But instead of saying anything, she caught up to Cor, and walked side by side with her, silently. "What are you-“ Cor sighed. If she continued yelling, then Jilwyn would win. And frankly, she couldn’t let that happen. Inevitably, Jilwyn would complain to Larken, and then he would give her that look and... No, Jilwyn wanted to get a rise out of her, and she would not give in. “Fine, you’re tagging along. But if you make that face you always make if I steal something, I swear I will ditch you in a crowd.”
Jil walked silently, thinking over what Cor had said. "I've never had a family. You know this. Thank you for considering me family." She had to choose her words carefully, for fear of crying. "If I don't remain positive about as much as possible..." She paused, a lump forming in her throat. "I'm sorry my attitude bothers you. I just don't want..." She paused again, taking a deep breath, willing the lump to disappear. "I don't want to feel weak. And I don't hate you. I never have."
"You’re not weak, Jilwyn. You and Lark are far stronger than I am or will ever be. But please, stop trying to be so damn nice to me. I don’t need your pity or handouts,” Cor said through gritted teeth. “I don’t need that guilt. You’ve already proved you’re better than me, let’s just move on and get this done.”
Jil stopped dead in her tracks, looking at Cor, confused. "You... haven't noticed... have you?"
"Noticed where to find Qawasha? No, I have not," Cor'avin said in exasperation. "Otherwise we would have found a guide by now.”
"That's not what I meant," Jil said, catching up once again. "I lost my power when I died. Selune doesn't speak to me anymore." Her usual happy expression had been replaced with one of sadness. "I couldn't even hit that skeleton standing right in front of me. Please, don't tell Larken. He'll insist I stay."
"I’ve seen you heal Lark when one of his hunts goes south,” Cor knit her brow. “You still have magic. Even if it seems like you’re not as powerful, you can do things I never dreamt of. Trust me, I still think you're plenty powerful. And don’t worry, your secret is safe with my indifference."
Jil bit her lip, and nodded. "Thanks," she said softly. "Let's find this guide. I promise I'll stay out of your way."
"I appreciate that."
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Vistani arched her brow at the exchange and how quickly things changed to the priestess wanting them out of the way. She definitely did not plan on apologizing for any of them since she hadn't known any of them more than a day. Or was it two? Definitely not long enough to try to clean up any mess they made, but maybe she could walk out with the correct report. she walked up to Nefriti catching her before she was gone, but definitely away from the others.
"I will see that the Tej properly honors Tymora. I came running at the alarm if I had no idea what I would do. I despise undead and how it defiles the dead. I rather walk with Tymora on my side than not regardless of the company I might wind up with on my travels." She fished into her quicker to find coin pouch and pulled out the one obvious gold coin there. "For the repairs even if it isn't much. I feel my efforts in the battle were not quite enough, but I learned a lot of what I might do next time." She smiled. "Trying to keep myself safe and still singing during a bar brawl doesn't come close to trying to figure out how to take out a ghoul."
She paused.
"And I could use Tymora's blessing since I've decided to run off into the jungle to help find a Soulmonger and end a plague even if I could stay in the city and never be impacted directly by it other than see others hit by it."
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