After a interesting interaction the sexy and seductive Jessika you head back out onto the road. You head south east going past several house using the edges of building as a bit of cover from the brutal rain still continuing to fall down with out relent. Trusting your instincts you slowly make your way towards the shrine. Just then the leader hears a female voice inside it's head.
"Your almost here. Continue past the next two houses then turn right following the road. Then continue down the road until you reach the safety of my church."
“Thank you guys and you couldn’t be more right.”He said turning to Zin. at the end of his speech. “You could have become a one night stand for her but could also be forced to commit a crime through magical means. Worst case scenario you would lose your soul. But you were smarter than that.”
That made he think if Jessika was not a cambion or even a full-blown devil posing as a tiefling. Not that she needed to be to force a pact onto someone. Velan knew better this kind of spell far too well to assume that. A fact he tried to push out of his mind, taking the lead on the way to the local shrine. It was far from difficult to forget pretty much anything under the heavy and frozen rain. In fact he was starting to think they were lost when a woman’s voice echoes in his head.
At first he was surprised, but being a hexblood he was no strange to telepathy. He knew there were more than a few spells capable of sending words in the mind of a given individual. He knew there were items with such capacity. In fact, he could make one faster than he could cast any of the spells he knew.
“I just received a telepathic message and I think it was from system Beckany.” That of some kind of deity was speaking to him, something that, considering how life in the Umber Marshes was, he very much doubted. “She said we turn the right after the next two houses and continue down the road to arrive at the, and I quote, ‘safety of her church’.”
As you follow instructions and make your way around, Your vision suddenly clears just ahead of you as you see a female figure that is cloaked in a aqua color outfit, brown boots and metal arm guards around her forearms. As you stand there a moment you look around and notice a bubble of radiant energy which is centered around the lady. But as your turn your head right then left the sleet around the bubble sleet continues to fall. As you quickly look back towards your party you notice there still outside of the bubble. As you look at the woman you notice her face is covered in a white mask with blue sapphire gems in a pretty pattern just above her eyebrows.
"Quickly now have your team get inside the circle so I can lead you all inside to the church."
Spix says “well let’s go ahead and get out of this weather, Valen- even if she is sending messages into your head. I have heard of such abilities before, when I was in waterdeep. I’ll be ready if she’s trouble.”
Zin pulls up when he sees the figure, says in low tones to the others, "Hmm, looks like a face in the ice. Let's go forward, but be on your toes." Then he moves forward and says, "My lady. Following you" and flashes her a big grin.
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“That is reassuring.” Velan answered to Spix with honesty as the human-like warrior followed the woman into the bubble. ”And you are right.” He mentions to Zin. The hexblood didn’t like that the woman was waiting for them. In fact, the more he thought about it the stranger it was that he knew where they stood in the rain when she sent a telepathic message. Then there was the mask, ivory over skin color. Jessika, he remembered immediately. The tiefling had the lower part of her face tinged white while the woman in front of them had the superior part of the face covered by a mask of the same color. The merchant carried the marks of fiendish blood while the figure before them stood in the way of a temple. It was almost poetic.
He took a step forward looking at the bubble. Radiant energy, the wizard noticed. As far as he knew the majority of the spells who dealt with such power were wielded by clerics and rarely the kind aligned with evil deities. There can always be an exception, he thought following his companions, trying to ever so discretely fall behind. This way should a battle take place he would be as far as possible from the van.
I should have told them about how to identify my illusion. Spix had done that before. Or was it Magwynn? He was so focused on the possibility of a fight breaking out that he couldn’t remember it right. Either way, Velan entered the circle.
After everybody gets inside of the bubble she leads you all safely inside the church. Taking a moment at the door you clean off what you can from your boots then enter inside. Once inside you see a standard looking church by any means. 5 rows of seats facing forward leading up to a podium surrounded by a few more seats behind it. And large cross hanging behind the chairs closer towards the ceiling.
The cloaked woman stands before all of you as you see the warmest smile come over her face as she bows her head for 10 sec towards you.
"May peace be with you all from now until forever." she says while bowing before she stands back up
"My name is Sister Beckany. My good friend Melody late last night mentioned you had arrived and would probably stop by here sometime today. Unfortunately out here we sometimes don't get the nice peaceful weather we would all like and enjoy to see. So this morning after I saw the weather conditions outside I stopped by a few houses checking on some patients of mine. So I politely asked if they could look out for new folks in town heading my way. And by the Grace of Freya you have arrived safely here to the church. I apologize if my method has inconvenienced you in any way. But I was concerned for your safety under such dreadful conditions. So please forgive me."
she says as she closes her eyes and bows her forgiveness.
"Now then How can I help you all today? Have you come to pray to God today? Or would you like to come to my private concession booth to confess all your sins? Or would you like to have a seat and simply be at peace?" she says as she smiles
"I, for one, would just like to sit and relax for a moment." Davis says, with another deep bow to the lady. If allowed he would then take a seat and lay his glaive on the floor at his feet.
“I’m just exploring the town- so I’ll just rest and warm up a little. “Spix says. She takes a seat and starts adjusting the straps on her new snowshoes, getting them set right for her boots.
He entered the shrine regretting not having Mage Armor cast upon himself, but no battle ensued. The masked woman was, as he initially suspected, sister Beckany and offered a rather plausible explanation for the unusual welcome. Velan still found it strange that she was close outside the shrine at the exact time they were arriving. On his experience coincidences were generally fabricated. Either way, the woman questioned their purposes, and he had a few clear ones.
“My name is Velan and I cannot speak for my companions, but it is not religion that I seek here.” Or anywhere. He grew to understand that even the gods could not pay attention and render help to everything they could potentially notice, but he still couldn’t help distrusting them who never helped his people. “Miss Melody had told me yesterday that you could supply spell scrolls, high quality paper and ink of the kind used to inscribe arcane formulae, and the material components employed in the Find Familiar ritual - charcoal, incense, herbs.”
He didn’t have the gold to purchase all of that. In fact he doubted his coin was enough to even purchase the scroll of a rudimentary magic, but it would be good all the same to confirm he could find all of that in Kleine. He didn’t know how long they would stay there, after all.
“I would like to examine your inventory, if possible.”
She nods towards Davis and Spix as she extends her right hand to have a seat before turning towards Velan listening to his request. She stares at him for a good moment with a look of concern before she nods and responds.
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"Give me a moment please to gather the items and place them upon a cart for you to see them. In the mean time please have a seat if you like, I shall be right back." as she nods excuses her self towards the back
"-- and that should do it for the mushrooms. I know they're much trickier to tell apart than the berries are, so if you're not sure just point out what you've found to one of us who's got more experience, or we can always see if that Sister they mentioned can check items over for poisonous content," Magwynn concludes. "If we're feeding the whole village, I'm sure ensuring we're using late oysters and not ivory funnels is well within the scope of caring for the community."
She leans back in her chair carefully -- it's held her weight, but the occasional creak of wood ensures that she moves slowly. "Now, how about a break before we handle tracking, trapping, and field dressing?"
Zinhorn sits quietly, meditating. He pulls his viol out of his pack and quietly fingers notes, going through fingerings of more classical pieces that he has heard, and some old hymns that would be appropriate for the location. He closes his eyes eventually to rest briefly. Unintended, he starts to fall asleep sitting in the pew. After 10-15 min, his hands and feet start to jerk slightly, he says in garbles speech "Ooo yeah..." and then he awakens with a start, his fingers clamping down and unintentionally strumming his viol. He quickly quiets the sounds and looks around.
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Beckany’s mask did little to hide the meaning of her expression. Eyes of concern, he could read. It couldn’t be anything related to his race. He told no one in Kleine about being a hexblood and she called Melody a good friend so his half-orc appearance shouldn’t bother her either. Maybe it was because his mention to not be after religion. To the sister’s ears that could have sounded as heresy. Add his request to that and he would be the image of what more than a few priests through story would call a godless arcanist, voracious for mystic knowledge but ignorant of the simple truth of the higher beings. Maybe she was just a good little nun worrying about whatever could lead a soul that young to deny a deity. Another possibility was mere prudence. Spell scrolls are not only rare and costly, but also have the distinct capability of becoming powerful weapons. Even if he is working with Goodwinn it had been barely a day since this arrival, too early to simply trust by showing something like that.
Whatever the reason, the priestess nod and ask for the moment necessary to bring the requested inventory. Velan simply nodded his head in comprehension and watched as the woman leave the group alone. With her gone he approaches his friendly acquaintances.
“Do any of you think it a good idea to ask her about the new faith of the smiling boys?” He asked all of them, hoping they remembered how he use the term ‘smiling boys’ in reference to gnolls.
After a few minutes she rolls out a grayish older cart. The cart has one shelf under the first. You can hear one of wheels slightly squeak as it comes near then goes by you. She moves it over to Velan. On top of the cart is a few pieces of charcoal, some herbs and incense on the right side. Upon the left side are two average looking blank scrolls.
"Is this what you looking for?" she says looking up towards Velan
Before any of his companions could give him an answer, Beckany returned with a cart carrying what he judged to be enough material components for two casts of Fin Familiar, just what he intended to purchase. There were no spell scrolls, for his disappointment, but it was not like he had enough gold to purchase any. There was no specialized ink either and examining the parchment he found it to enough of his necessities, but not as good as he would have wished. Well, clerics didn’t such materials as much as wizards so all in all he supposed it was a reasonably good collection.
“We can say it is.” He spoke finally answering her question. “Especially when it comes to the incense, herbs and charcoal. You have exactly the quantity I want to purchase.”The paper, he decided, would be better left unmentioned. “How much would each item be?”
If his estimative was right, the material components would be good twenty gold coins. The paper he had no idea of how much would cost, but by that point he was keener on leaving it behind. Maybe she will give a discount, he considered remembering how much Goodwinn had spoke about the people of Klein spoke of their arrival. The woman had also emphasized how they were there to help so there was a chance, however slim, that the good sister would cut some of the price. Not likely, though, Velan decided at the end.
After a interesting interaction the sexy and seductive Jessika you head back out onto the road. You head south east going past several house using the edges of building as a bit of cover from the brutal rain still continuing to fall down with out relent. Trusting your instincts you slowly make your way towards the shrine. Just then the leader hears a female voice inside it's head.
"Your almost here. Continue past the next two houses then turn right following the road. Then continue down the road until you reach the safety of my church."
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“Thank you guys and you couldn’t be more right.” He said turning to Zin. at the end of his speech. “You could have become a one night stand for her but could also be forced to commit a crime through magical means. Worst case scenario you would lose your soul. But you were smarter than that.”
That made he think if Jessika was not a cambion or even a full-blown devil posing as a tiefling. Not that she needed to be to force a pact onto someone. Velan knew better this kind of spell far too well to assume that. A fact he tried to push out of his mind, taking the lead on the way to the local shrine. It was far from difficult to forget pretty much anything under the heavy and frozen rain. In fact he was starting to think they were lost when a woman’s voice echoes in his head.
At first he was surprised, but being a hexblood he was no strange to telepathy. He knew there were more than a few spells capable of sending words in the mind of a given individual. He knew there were items with such capacity. In fact, he could make one faster than he could cast any of the spells he knew.
“I just received a telepathic message and I think it was from system Beckany.” That of some kind of deity was speaking to him, something that, considering how life in the Umber Marshes was, he very much doubted. “She said we turn the right after the next two houses and continue down the road to arrive at the, and I quote, ‘safety of her church’.”
"Well, best not keep her waiting." Davis says with a frown. "Might be that a safe place to stay now and again might come in quite useful."
As you follow instructions and make your way around, Your vision suddenly clears just ahead of you as you see a female figure that is cloaked in a aqua color outfit, brown boots and metal arm guards around her forearms. As you stand there a moment you look around and notice a bubble of radiant energy which is centered around the lady. But as your turn your head right then left the sleet around the bubble sleet continues to fall. As you quickly look back towards your party you notice there still outside of the bubble. As you look at the woman you notice her face is covered in a white mask with blue sapphire gems in a pretty pattern just above her eyebrows.
"Quickly now have your team get inside the circle so I can lead you all inside to the church."
she says as she waits for your reaction.
Spix says “well let’s go ahead and get out of this weather, Valen- even if she is sending messages into your head. I have heard of such abilities before, when I was in waterdeep. I’ll be ready if she’s trouble.”
"My lady." Davis says, giving a deep bow of respect. He then steps forward as directed.
Zin pulls up when he sees the figure, says in low tones to the others, "Hmm, looks like a face in the ice. Let's go forward, but be on your toes." Then he moves forward and says, "My lady. Following you" and flashes her a big grin.
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
“That is reassuring.” Velan answered to Spix with honesty as the human-like warrior followed the woman into the bubble. ”And you are right.” He mentions to Zin. The hexblood didn’t like that the woman was waiting for them. In fact, the more he thought about it the stranger it was that he knew where they stood in the rain when she sent a telepathic message. Then there was the mask, ivory over skin color. Jessika, he remembered immediately. The tiefling had the lower part of her face tinged white while the woman in front of them had the superior part of the face covered by a mask of the same color. The merchant carried the marks of fiendish blood while the figure before them stood in the way of a temple. It was almost poetic.
He took a step forward looking at the bubble. Radiant energy, the wizard noticed. As far as he knew the majority of the spells who dealt with such power were wielded by clerics and rarely the kind aligned with evil deities. There can always be an exception, he thought following his companions, trying to ever so discretely fall behind. This way should a battle take place he would be as far as possible from the van.
I should have told them about how to identify my illusion. Spix had done that before. Or was it Magwynn? He was so focused on the possibility of a fight breaking out that he couldn’t remember it right. Either way, Velan entered the circle.
Sohk is looking around smiling at everybody as he follows Velan, "Okay, thanks! Hello, my name is Sohk, who are you?"
After everybody gets inside of the bubble she leads you all safely inside the church. Taking a moment at the door you clean off what you can from your boots then enter inside. Once inside you see a standard looking church by any means. 5 rows of seats facing forward leading up to a podium surrounded by a few more seats behind it. And large cross hanging behind the chairs closer towards the ceiling.
The cloaked woman stands before all of you as you see the warmest smile come over her face as she bows her head for 10 sec towards you.
"May peace be with you all from now until forever." she says while bowing before she stands back up
"My name is Sister Beckany. My good friend Melody late last night mentioned you had arrived and would probably stop by here sometime today. Unfortunately out here we sometimes don't get the nice peaceful weather we would all like and enjoy to see. So this morning after I saw the weather conditions outside I stopped by a few houses checking on some patients of mine. So I politely asked if they could look out for new folks in town heading my way. And by the Grace of Freya you have arrived safely here to the church. I apologize if my method has inconvenienced you in any way. But I was concerned for your safety under such dreadful conditions. So please forgive me."
she says as she closes her eyes and bows her forgiveness.
"Now then How can I help you all today? Have you come to pray to God today? Or would you like to come to my private concession booth to confess all your sins? Or would you like to have a seat and simply be at peace?" she says as she smiles
"I, for one, would just like to sit and relax for a moment." Davis says, with another deep bow to the lady. If allowed he would then take a seat and lay his glaive on the floor at his feet.
“I’m just exploring the town- so I’ll just rest and warm up a little. “Spix says. She takes a seat and starts adjusting the straps on her new snowshoes, getting them set right for her boots.
He entered the shrine regretting not having Mage Armor cast upon himself, but no battle ensued. The masked woman was, as he initially suspected, sister Beckany and offered a rather plausible explanation for the unusual welcome. Velan still found it strange that she was close outside the shrine at the exact time they were arriving. On his experience coincidences were generally fabricated. Either way, the woman questioned their purposes, and he had a few clear ones.
“My name is Velan and I cannot speak for my companions, but it is not religion that I seek here.” Or anywhere. He grew to understand that even the gods could not pay attention and render help to everything they could potentially notice, but he still couldn’t help distrusting them who never helped his people. “Miss Melody had told me yesterday that you could supply spell scrolls, high quality paper and ink of the kind used to inscribe arcane formulae, and the material components employed in the Find Familiar ritual - charcoal, incense, herbs.”
He didn’t have the gold to purchase all of that. In fact he doubted his coin was enough to even purchase the scroll of a rudimentary magic, but it would be good all the same to confirm he could find all of that in Kleine. He didn’t know how long they would stay there, after all.
“I would like to examine your inventory, if possible.”
She nods towards Davis and Spix as she extends her right hand to have a seat before turning towards Velan listening to his request. She stares at him for a good moment with a look of concern before she nods and responds.
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"Give me a moment please to gather the items and place them upon a cart for you to see them. In the mean time please have a seat if you like, I shall be right back." as she nods excuses her self towards the back
"-- and that should do it for the mushrooms. I know they're much trickier to tell apart than the berries are, so if you're not sure just point out what you've found to one of us who's got more experience, or we can always see if that Sister they mentioned can check items over for poisonous content," Magwynn concludes. "If we're feeding the whole village, I'm sure ensuring we're using late oysters and not ivory funnels is well within the scope of caring for the community."
She leans back in her chair carefully -- it's held her weight, but the occasional creak of wood ensures that she moves slowly. "Now, how about a break before we handle tracking, trapping, and field dressing?"
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Zinhorn sits quietly, meditating. He pulls his viol out of his pack and quietly fingers notes, going through fingerings of more classical pieces that he has heard, and some old hymns that would be appropriate for the location. He closes his eyes eventually to rest briefly. Unintended, he starts to fall asleep sitting in the pew. After 10-15 min, his hands and feet start to jerk slightly, he says in garbles speech "Ooo yeah..." and then he awakens with a start, his fingers clamping down and unintentionally strumming his viol. He quickly quiets the sounds and looks around.
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Beckany’s mask did little to hide the meaning of her expression. Eyes of concern, he could read. It couldn’t be anything related to his race. He told no one in Kleine about being a hexblood and she called Melody a good friend so his half-orc appearance shouldn’t bother her either. Maybe it was because his mention to not be after religion. To the sister’s ears that could have sounded as heresy. Add his request to that and he would be the image of what more than a few priests through story would call a godless arcanist, voracious for mystic knowledge but ignorant of the simple truth of the higher beings. Maybe she was just a good little nun worrying about whatever could lead a soul that young to deny a deity. Another possibility was mere prudence. Spell scrolls are not only rare and costly, but also have the distinct capability of becoming powerful weapons. Even if he is working with Goodwinn it had been barely a day since this arrival, too early to simply trust by showing something like that.
Whatever the reason, the priestess nod and ask for the moment necessary to bring the requested inventory. Velan simply nodded his head in comprehension and watched as the woman leave the group alone. With her gone he approaches his friendly acquaintances.
“Do any of you think it a good idea to ask her about the new faith of the smiling boys?” He asked all of them, hoping they remembered how he use the term ‘smiling boys’ in reference to gnolls.
After a few minutes she rolls out a grayish older cart. The cart has one shelf under the first. You can hear one of wheels slightly squeak as it comes near then goes by you. She moves it over to Velan. On top of the cart is a few pieces of charcoal, some herbs and incense on the right side. Upon the left side are two average looking blank scrolls.
"Is this what you looking for?" she says looking up towards Velan
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Back at the Inn Melody brings out some refreshments for MagWynn.
"I hope your friends are ok. The sleet out there looks pretty bad."
as she hands Magwynn a mug
Before any of his companions could give him an answer, Beckany returned with a cart carrying what he judged to be enough material components for two casts of Fin Familiar, just what he intended to purchase. There were no spell scrolls, for his disappointment, but it was not like he had enough gold to purchase any. There was no specialized ink either and examining the parchment he found it to enough of his necessities, but not as good as he would have wished. Well, clerics didn’t such materials as much as wizards so all in all he supposed it was a reasonably good collection.
“We can say it is.” He spoke finally answering her question. “Especially when it comes to the incense, herbs and charcoal. You have exactly the quantity I want to purchase.” The paper, he decided, would be better left unmentioned. “How much would each item be?”
If his estimative was right, the material components would be good twenty gold coins. The paper he had no idea of how much would cost, but by that point he was keener on leaving it behind. Maybe she will give a discount, he considered remembering how much Goodwinn had spoke about the people of Klein spoke of their arrival. The woman had also emphasized how they were there to help so there was a chance, however slim, that the good sister would cut some of the price. Not likely, though, Velan decided at the end.
She places the charcoal, herbs and incense into two neat piles then looks up.
"10 gold per pile." she says politely." as she smiles.