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Triss pats Ember on the shoulder as they slip past him into the warehouse. "We can't all be stealthy," they tease with a wink. "Guess we'll take the lead here." And they follow after Kellen and Tellior.
Kellen slips into the dark warehouse, but his mind seems to still be on the excellent job he did at picking the lock. It keeps him from noticing much besides the darkness and various carts and wagons that are parked in rows with aisles between them. He can tell that the warehouse is fairly large, probably about 100 feet wide and 100 feet deep. It’s amazing that a large space like this exists inside the hedge!
Meanwhile, Celesta, Tellior, and Triss are a little quieter and a little more tuned into their surroundings. They see the same things Kellen does, but Tellior and Triss also hear a kind of shuffling sound from the back right corner of the warehouse, along with some heavy breaths. Triss gets the feeling that the source of the sounds might be crying or in pain.
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Tellior pauses again to whisper yet another prayer (Guidance) and continues on in the direction he hears the shuffling sound. He points wordlessly in that direction as well, unsure if all his companions heard the noise. He continues to stay alert for anything other sounds or items of notice.
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Triss can't help themself a single bit; they automatically head for the sound of the crying. They do make sure all their weapons are stashed as they move with quick, light steps. No use in scaring someone already obviously upset. They're not even sure if their friends are following them, to be completely honest. They just dart forward to see who's making the noise.
In the back corner of the warehouse you see a strange sight: a red-haired elf is dancing a variety of ballet-style steps. Her hair is a mess, coming loose from the ribbons that held it up. She is gasping for breath and tears stream down her face. Somehow her movements are both steady and struggling with exhaustion. She is wearing a beautiful pair of slippers--but wait, there is a strange stain upon them. Is that blood?
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Oog. hA dancing boots. Its actually the worst cursed item
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Tellior is following after Triss. But he is moving with less purpose and trying to be more cautious. He stops short, still a bit behind Triss, as he sees the red-haired elf.
Celesta steps out into the room where the elf can see her, but careful to keep her distance in case it is a trick or she will be attacked. “ Hello, Lydia? I heard you crying…..Cursed shoes, perhaps? Did you happen to get them from a gnome’s store- a gnome named Frendamus, perhaps ?“
Ember glares at the elf mistrustfully frlm beside celesta. "Why are your feet bleeding?"
Then speaking to celesta "if they are cursed and she *did* steal them from frendamus, you understand the implications."
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Triss doesn't stop where their friends do. No, they continue right up to the dancing elf without a second thought. "You look like you could use a hand. What can I do to help?" they ask simply. A look of determination on their face, hands outstretched to help the woman in any way she might need.
Kellen follows the group through the shadows to the corner of the warehouse, becoming aware of the sounds as he gets closer. He pauses, not sure what to make of the dancing elf, and listens as Ember and Celesa talk of a potential curse. Dancing shoes? He has never heard of such a thing!
He is surprised when Triss moves by to get closer to the dancer. “Triss, wait..” he warns them “we don’t know what is going on, what if you are cursed as well?” He turns to the others “What can we do to get these shoes off of her?”
Celesta says “There are powerful spells for removing curses, but nothing we can do, I’m afraid. Best we can do is drag her to the authorities like this and maybe one of them can help us. We were tasked with returning the shoes after all! She almost laughs, but then feels bad about it, turning back toward the elf she calls out- “Lydia, we will help you, if you let us.”
The moment that Celesta and Ember step out of the shadows, the elf cries out as she continues to dance and gasp for air, “Help me! Please--help me! By all the gods--you must--get me out--of these slippers!” She starts to cry in earnest now, reaching out to them. When Triss steps up and asks what can be done, she says, “The enchantment--must be broken. Please.”
Parolanta has flown quietly in with you all and adds, “Yes, the magic must be dispelled. I can do it. But, you must assure us that you will cooperate.”
“Yes! Yes! Anything!” cries the elf.
“Be prepared to remove them the moment I finish the incantation,” says Parolanta sternly. The elf nods. Parolanta gestures in a circle toward the slippers, mutters Finomagio, and slashes her small hand sideways. The elf stops dancing, falls to the ground, rips the slippers off, and scrambles away from them. She just sits for a while, her knees to her chest, holding her ankles and sobbing with relief.
(Celesta, roll an Arcana check)
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Tellior now steps forward, speaking first to Parolanta. "Thank you for helping her." He then steps in closer to the red-haired elf. "You are Lydia? Are you alright?" he asks softly. He takes a look at her feet, without touching her, trying to see if he can determine their condition. "We have other questions, but first let us make sure you are ok."
Tellior holds back a bit, saying a quick prayer to Milil as he casts Guidance on himself. He takes a deep breath as he enters cautiously.
Stealth (with Guidance): 12+3
Perception: 12
Rabbit Sebrica, Sorcerer || Skarai, Monk || Lokilia Vaelphin, Druid || Liivi Orav, Barbarian || Vanizi, Warlock || Britari / Halila Talgeta / Jesa Gumovi || Neital Rhessil, Wizard
Iromae Quinaea, Cleric || Roxana Raincrest, Rogue || Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer
"Since i cant hide i wont try" ember mutter. The waiting untill everyone else is in he stepped in with his sword at the ready
Perception 16
And ready
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Triss pats Ember on the shoulder as they slip past him into the warehouse. "We can't all be stealthy," they tease with a wink. "Guess we'll take the lead here." And they follow after Kellen and Tellior.
Stealth: 18
Perception: 15
Kellen slips into the dark warehouse, but his mind seems to still be on the excellent job he did at picking the lock. It keeps him from noticing much besides the darkness and various carts and wagons that are parked in rows with aisles between them. He can tell that the warehouse is fairly large, probably about 100 feet wide and 100 feet deep. It’s amazing that a large space like this exists inside the hedge!
Meanwhile, Celesta, Tellior, and Triss are a little quieter and a little more tuned into their surroundings. They see the same things Kellen does, but Tellior and Triss also hear a kind of shuffling sound from the back right corner of the warehouse, along with some heavy breaths. Triss gets the feeling that the source of the sounds might be crying or in pain.
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Marva Stormaventendrian - Level 1 Dragonborn Cleric of the Tempest - Looking for a campaign
18Celesta moves towards the sound of crying, continuing to try to be silent..
Tellior pauses again to whisper yet another prayer (Guidance) and continues on in the direction he hears the shuffling sound. He points wordlessly in that direction as well, unsure if all his companions heard the noise. He continues to stay alert for anything other sounds or items of notice.
Stealth check with Guidance added: 8
Perception: 23
Rabbit Sebrica, Sorcerer || Skarai, Monk || Lokilia Vaelphin, Druid || Liivi Orav, Barbarian || Vanizi, Warlock || Britari / Halila Talgeta / Jesa Gumovi || Neital Rhessil, Wizard
Iromae Quinaea, Cleric || Roxana Raincrest, Rogue || Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer
Triss can't help themself a single bit; they automatically head for the sound of the crying. They do make sure all their weapons are stashed as they move with quick, light steps. No use in scaring someone already obviously upset. They're not even sure if their friends are following them, to be completely honest. They just dart forward to see who's making the noise.
Stealth: 24
In the back corner of the warehouse you see a strange sight: a red-haired elf is dancing a variety of ballet-style steps. Her hair is a mess, coming loose from the ribbons that held it up. She is gasping for breath and tears stream down her face. Somehow her movements are both steady and struggling with exhaustion. She is wearing a beautiful pair of slippers--but wait, there is a strange stain upon them. Is that blood?
(What would you like to do?)
DM: Into the Feywild
Marva Stormaventendrian - Level 1 Dragonborn Cleric of the Tempest - Looking for a campaign
Oog. hA dancing boots. Its actually the worst cursed item
This Mug immediately shared with me a transcendental tale of an Infinite Mug that anchors the Universe and keeps it from folding in on itself. I filed this report under "illogical nonsense" and asked why its sign is in Times New Roman font, when it is basic knowledge that Arial Black is a far superior font. I wondered: How did this mug even get past the assembly line with its theistic beliefs and poor font choices?
quote from Romantically Apocalyptic by Vitaly S Alexius
Tellior is following after Triss. But he is moving with less purpose and trying to be more cautious. He stops short, still a bit behind Triss, as he sees the red-haired elf.
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Iromae Quinaea, Cleric || Roxana Raincrest, Rogue || Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer
Celesta steps out into the room where the elf can see her, but careful to keep her distance in case it is a trick or she will be attacked. “ Hello, Lydia? I heard you crying…..Cursed shoes, perhaps? Did you happen to get them from a gnome’s store- a gnome named Frendamus, perhaps ?“
Ember glares at the elf mistrustfully frlm beside celesta. "Why are your feet bleeding?"
Then speaking to celesta "if they are cursed and she *did* steal them from frendamus, you understand the implications."
This Mug immediately shared with me a transcendental tale of an Infinite Mug that anchors the Universe and keeps it from folding in on itself. I filed this report under "illogical nonsense" and asked why its sign is in Times New Roman font, when it is basic knowledge that Arial Black is a far superior font. I wondered: How did this mug even get past the assembly line with its theistic beliefs and poor font choices?
quote from Romantically Apocalyptic by Vitaly S Alexius
Celesta says “suppose the curse was meant for the Lady? very concerning to be sure.”
Triss doesn't stop where their friends do. No, they continue right up to the dancing elf without a second thought. "You look like you could use a hand. What can I do to help?" they ask simply. A look of determination on their face, hands outstretched to help the woman in any way she might need.
Kellen follows the group through the shadows to the corner of the warehouse, becoming aware of the sounds as he gets closer. He pauses, not sure what to make of the dancing elf, and listens as Ember and Celesa talk of a potential curse. Dancing shoes? He has never heard of such a thing!
He is surprised when Triss moves by to get closer to the dancer. “Triss, wait..” he warns them “we don’t know what is going on, what if you are cursed as well?” He turns to the others “What can we do to get these shoes off of her?”
Celesta says “There are powerful spells for removing curses, but nothing we can do, I’m afraid. Best we can do is drag her to the authorities like this and maybe one of them can help us. We were tasked with returning the shoes after all! She almost laughs, but then feels bad about it, turning back toward the elf she calls out- “Lydia, we will help you, if you let us.”
The moment that Celesta and Ember step out of the shadows, the elf cries out as she continues to dance and gasp for air, “Help me! Please--help me! By all the gods--you must--get me out--of these slippers!” She starts to cry in earnest now, reaching out to them. When Triss steps up and asks what can be done, she says, “The enchantment--must be broken. Please.”
Parolanta has flown quietly in with you all and adds, “Yes, the magic must be dispelled. I can do it. But, you must assure us that you will cooperate.”
“Yes! Yes! Anything!” cries the elf.
“Be prepared to remove them the moment I finish the incantation,” says Parolanta sternly. The elf nods. Parolanta gestures in a circle toward the slippers, mutters Finomagio, and slashes her small hand sideways. The elf stops dancing, falls to the ground, rips the slippers off, and scrambles away from them. She just sits for a while, her knees to her chest, holding her ankles and sobbing with relief.
(Celesta, roll an Arcana check)
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17 Celesta arcana.
Celesta, losing her anger at the girl’s apparent theft by the thought of how traumatic this must have been, goes to her and says in Elvish
“It’s ok you are safe now. It’s over. Now tell us how this happened.”
In elvish, thinking this might comfort her more.
Tellior now steps forward, speaking first to Parolanta. "Thank you for helping her." He then steps in closer to the red-haired elf. "You are Lydia? Are you alright?" he asks softly. He takes a look at her feet, without touching her, trying to see if he can determine their condition. "We have other questions, but first let us make sure you are ok."
Medicine check: 11
Rabbit Sebrica, Sorcerer || Skarai, Monk || Lokilia Vaelphin, Druid || Liivi Orav, Barbarian || Vanizi, Warlock || Britari / Halila Talgeta / Jesa Gumovi || Neital Rhessil, Wizard
Iromae Quinaea, Cleric || Roxana Raincrest, Rogue || Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer