Travbot gives a sharp nod of appreciation to Adam, and as Johnathan adds his advice and opinion Travbot grumbles, "I trust strahd the least, but if I had my way this whole world would burn" and he too keeps following the others, keeping an eye out for anything out of the ordinary.

The Ghostbusters descend the ladder and get moving, heading back the way they had originally come when they'd left their proton packs, Janine, and everything else.  Only Venkman lingers behind as the Dawn Guard starts coming down the ladder.  

"You don't have to go with us."  He said, flat and monotone.  Not his usual sarcastic tone.  "Honestly, it's probably better for us if you don't.  As far as I can tell, this all started when you guys showed up this morning to kill us or whatever crazy thing you were trying to pull off.  It looks like we have our own fish to fry now, with this psychomagnwhatsits slime that Egon is talking about.  If you want to find us later, you know where we're hiding.  Maybe someone will have some answers by then."  

He doesn't say anything after that.  He looks around for a second with an expressionless face, then turns away and shrugs as he starts walking off after the rest of his team.  

Of course, there's nothing stopping anyone from following him...

Shavaris stops as Venkman coldly shoves them off with his words.  She turns to Travin, "Didn't you say you could help me with whatever it is that creature afflicted myself and Ralik with?  And anyone else?"

She sighs and looks to her friends, "So.. I don't have a clue as to where to go next.  We're supposed to find Sarah and Vigo and this Ivo Shandor and I haven't figured out a damn thing."  she crosses her arms in frustration and blows back some stray hair from her face by sticking out her bottom lip.

"I can, but I need time and a place to properly diagnose you both, that's why I suggested a religious building, a cathedral or church. These are also the building that most commonly have gargoyles on them" Travbot points to Dageron who was thrown a book with a gargoyle on the front, "I was drawn to that book earlier, I think it might have something to do with shandor, but I can't be sure until I speak with the storyteller again"

Shavaris nods at Travin’s suggestion.  “Sounds good to me.  Lead on.”

There is enough chaos and weirdos in the streets that the Dawn Guard is able slip away from the library disaster area without much of a fuss.  Most everyone is focused on the spectacle of first responders trying to get into the library to help the injured from the battle.  They walk roughly two blocks, finally starting to get weird looks as they get away from the library, but most of them are still disguised so it doesn't alert anyone to the faces from the news.  

There is a cathedral after a couple of blocks with a big, ornate door and stained glass windows.  A beautiful steeple rises into the sky over them as they enter. 

Some fellow, this world's version of a Cleric, adorned in a long robe, greets them and appears to make an effort at being open minded as he shows them in.  He spends most of his time contemplating what is going on with the two homeless twins...

"priest this is a time of great need for new York city, the library a couple of blocks over is burning down I'm afraid, we did all we could but two of my friends inhaled some smoke and these twins are not homeless but merely sooty. We just need a chamber to rest in so we may be healed by the grace of god see? Is that at all possible?" Travbot asks and hopes to be led off to a private chamber, kids Sunday school room or crypt where the group can be out of the way and unobserved. If the priest is unobliging then no matter Trav can work from the pews.

Once Shavaris and ralik are settled, whether with their acceptance or protests, Trav conducts a medicine check on each of them, "can anyone get a detect magic popped off in here? We have time for longer casts" he asks of the group and continues his observations.

(Medicine check on Shavaris, 8. Check on Ralik 21)

Adam sits down for a few minutes, taking some deep breaths (second wind), regaining 6 h.p.  “Do we have a moment to rest here for a bit?  That thing… hurt me.  Anyone else need to rest up for a bit?  We seem to be safe… for now.”

Shavaris follows Travin without a word, briefly taking in the architecture of the church, but not really noticing it.  Once they have found their spot out of the way, she takes a seat and lets Travin conduct a medicine check on her.  

She looks over to Adam, hoping he's alright, "Yes, a rest would be good..."

"I'll need a minimum of seven hours depending on how bad this all is. You all may aswell rest up" Travbot states flatly concentrating on the task at hand. The travin clones still emotionally distraught need no more persuasion and withdraw into their respective junkpiles made up of things that they have found whilst moving around the streets of New York.

Johnathan still has Echo follow the ghostbusters as the rest of the party separate for now. This way they would be able to find them if they need to. Johnathan gives a nod at the idea of a rest. It’s been a long day, I think a rest while we can would be smart. I’ll see if I can talk to Delph, I believe I managed to learn the magic the Orrery used to make contact with them the last time. Johnathan finds a quiet area and begins to conjure blue spectral lights. He focuses them into his hand and pictures the Orrery in his mind, the many dials and discs that he used when he last attempted this spell. As he focuses on this memory the blue spectral lights sharpen and take a spectral form of the Orrery. Johnathan begins to start turning the dials until runes start to form. The dials start rapidly spinning until the spectral Orrery is moving on its own. Johnathan holds the spell in his hand as he focuses on Delphinium. Delphinium, where are you?

Cast- contact other plane

"God's house is always open to those in need."  The priest says with a smile to Travbot.  "Tell me, friend, where did you come from?  New York is a very diverse city, but I'm afraid I don't recognize the lineage of some of you folks.  Ah, but I'm ahead of myself.  What's this business about the library?  Burning down, did you say?  Tragic.  I hope everyone is alright.  Let me get you good people some water and something to clean up with a bit.  Is that where all the sirens are going?  To the library?"  

The priest looks at Adam before stepping out, cocking his head to the side as he listens.  

"Of course you can rest here.  You're safe.  But what hurt you?  Are you alright?  Oh.  Uh, seven hours?  That's quite a bit of time in the house of the lord.  It'll be getting dark by then.  You'll have to be here with the night-watch.  I do have one request.  Don't sleep in the church, huh?  I'm afraid we can't allow the homeless to do it so, you know, I can't let you stay here without it causing an issue.  But you know, we do have a shelter, down the block.  If you need somewhere to sleep, they can take you in.  You may have to wash the dishes or something but it'll get you a cot and at least a meal."  

Dageron gives the man an appraising look. "I've never known a holy order to be so wealthy they cannot find need for the generosity of donations. Could this persuade you of our need to remain in the building, and that we would do no harm to it?" He offers the man fifty gold coins. "I assure you, though the minting is undoubtedly new to you, it is solid gold. The Hu-.. the nation I am sworn to is not known for corruption such that they debase their own currencies." Looking around while the 'priest' considers his offer, another thought occurs to him. "Tell me, do you possess the means to heal wounds through the power of your God? What I mean to ask is, do your prayers manifest real power in this world?" Dageron laments they have no Paladin amongst them who can sense if the either the shrine or the grounds are actually hallowed through Divine Sense...

Travbot holds Ralik's hand and brings him closer to Shavaris so that Trav can be holding both of their hands at the same time, "this will help but it won't fix you completely, its all I can do for now with the residual knowledge left in this body, you need rest and healing,  but getting the rest is the first port of call, understood?" As he speaks he twin casts lesser restoration on both of them, eradicating the remaining poisons in their systems. After the spell is complete, Shav and Ralik feel like the biggest problem in their bodies is an overwhelming exhaustion, one that will not be easy to lose quickly.

The priest takes the sack of gold coins and looks at it for a moment, his eyes growing wide.  He listens to Dageron's questions and looks a bit disonnected for a moment.  

"This is bound to be worth a fortune..."  He says in wonder.  "I...yes, you can stay here if you do no harm to it, and let no harm come to it.  I have a feeling that you're hiding from someone.  I guess I understand.  The Big Apple can be a hostile place.  Uh, what nation do you work for?  You know what, I'd rather not know.  I don't want to call the cops on someone who needs help.  I can offer up prayers?  I don't understand your question.  It's very odd to ask if God offers healing in this world?  My son, God works in mysterious ways.  Sometimes the healing he offers is the kind we cannot discern through mortal means."  

"thank you father" Trav states attempting to hasten the priests exit from the room before the man perceives Johnathan fiddling with magical lights in one corner and Trav himself casting a spell in another, "god has already helped us through your Grace, kindness and silence, wouldn't you say?" 

Once he has gone, Trav turns his attention from ralik and Shavaris, and focusses on Dageron, "you still have that book I tossed you yes? Something in that library drew me to it and I can't make heads or tails of why, can we have someone look into it?" Turning his attention to the rest of the group he asks, "what have we gathered about this shandor guy, or Vigo? Are we any closer? And what the hell happened to Delph? First ward f*cks off and gets himself killed and now Delph is gone? What's going on with this plane? It's terrible here."

Shavaris finds it hard to keep her eyes open now that they were in a quiet, secure place that she could finally relax in.  Attempting to focus on Travin's questions, she replies, "Unfortunately, we barely got into whatever micro fishes are and that thing came burbling out of a whole in the basement floor." She slumps her shoulders, "I have no idea what to do next.  This is awful, and yes, this is a terrible place."  She looks more directly at Travin, "I'm so so sorry for you though."

Waiting for the priest to leave before responding, Dageron replies, "And now we are separated from the Ghostbusters. I will read through the book you found, but its significance may only be apparent to someone from this world."  Dageron pulls out the book and begins o read it while the others work on removing the curse.

Travin stares at Shavaris in utter stunned silence for a moment as she shows her feelings of sorrow for his situation. His shoulders slump and all the tension that has been keeping him going this far seems to leave him, the illusory face covering him goes flat, and a deep aching sadness touches his eyes. "get some rest" he mutters to both of his patients and turns to leave them. Leaving the room for now, followed by his Travclones, they go off to find a quiet place.

Ralik accepts the magical healing and takes this time to meditate. He still feels the dark cloud over himself and  Shavaris.

He focuses on the impure weave within himself with the intent to rid himself of it. 

"Lady Eilistraee, guide me." He mutters as he places a hand on his chest and casts Dispel Magic (at 3rd lvl) and then Remove Curse, (at 3rd lvl). 

He hopes as he prays and casts without fully consciously doing so. His words and motions guided by his Goddess through his heart.