Lost Magics: Epic of Pre-made Proportions!

Frixori rushes up to the ledge with the rest of the party. "These creatures sure do like their rotting flesh." She begins to examine the bodies for any thing useful. After (likely) finding nothing of notes she pulls out her water skin and tilts it up near the mouth of the freed captive.

Con Save 18

Investigation 6

OOC: I have 1d6 of a heal to hand out too.

As you get closer, thr half elven woman would be quite attractive if her face was not so swollen. A large purple bruise is sealing her eye shut, her lip is split, and there’s are multiple gashes on her face. Her body is also covered in multiple layers of bruising and gashes. Her body is otherwise as tone as you have ever seen on a woman. The lack of food and water has just hardened it further.

with Cyrnairs healing touch she stirs, and her one eye flutters opens, and her voice cracks from the dryness. “Thank... Titania...”

A single lock holds the maniples to a chain on the wall. With an impressive twist of his fingers, the thieves tools in Carodocs hand unlocks the shackles in an impressive display. In other circumstances Carodoc might have bragged about it, but with the area surrounding him, it makes for a somber mood. When the slack goes free, she staggers and collapses into Cyrnairs hands. (OOC: Cyrnair does not recognize her.) 

Morgan quickly offers the water bottle and she takes it quickly from her and drinks quickly, but stops herself after a big gulp. Her voice cracks but not as badly. “Can’t drink to fast. I need what littlest in my stomach. Are you with the Harpers as well? I didn’t think you would be able to find me in here.”

Frixori, looking at the bodies, it is hard to tell much of anything fro, the 1st 2 cages. The liquefaction is leaking through the cage. In the 3rd cage, there is a tall man with dark hair. His leather armor is in scraps, and does not look much longer dead then a few days. The last body looks like a smaller figure curled in a ball. The designs on the walls look to be like a language of goblins, but that is all you can tell. The statue is also crudely made. With everything else that is around you it is hard to focus on anyone thing (due to your roll)

 When the elf woman awakens and starts to speak, Morgan is quick to respond.

*Shhh...don't try to talk too much, save your energy.*

She helps Cyrnair to lower her to the wall after the chains are released, then turn brings out her waterskin for the woman to drink from.  While she's drinking, Morgan turns to Cyrnair and Caradoc, positioning herself between them and the woman.

*Would you two mind giving us a bit of space for a moment?*

If either of them takes more than a second or two to respond or move away, she gives them a stern frown.

The paladin gives the half-elf woman his cape to cover herself and give the two woman the privacy they need.

Once she is ready to talk he says.

"Rest for a second there. I am Cyrnair Thonrar, paladin of Lathander, she is Morgan, Gelin, Frixori and the skillfull halfling is Caradoc. " he says introducing his friends " and I am afraid that I don't know what a Harper is. " he smiles a little embarrashed for not knowing what she's talking about."We came here looking for a friend that may have been taken prisioner by the goblins."

"Can you stand? " he offers once they finish talking with her offering his arm for her to hold if she wants to stand on her feet. " here." he offers his dagger and shiled to her "that will help you while we get out of here."

Caradoc follows Frixori around as she looks in the cages. He stops first to examine the recently-deceased man, then moves on to try and figure out why the last figure is all curled up.

Investigation: 8

Morgan chuckles dryly as Cyrnair hands over his cape, happy to see that he understood what she was implying but also having a better solution.  Once Cyrnair and Caradoc have given them some distance, she removes her pack and starts going through it.  The first thing she removes is one of the five ration packs she kept with her (the other 5 stayed on the wagon), which she gives to the elven woman in addition to the waterskin.

*Here, you should eat at least a little bit if you can.*

Once that's been handed over, she digs deeper into her pack for her spare set of common clothes.  They probably won't fit that well, but should be better than walking around in just a cloak.  She offers that to the elf woman as well, after she's had a chance to eat a bit and rest.

Hoping her bookish nature can give her insight on the Harpers, Frixori scans her mind for what she can recall. "I believe I have read about the Harpers somewhere..."

History 22

Carodoc: In the dim light and the horrors around you it is hard to make out much detail either. It looks like a small man curled in a cage beaten quite badly. It looks like a very still, small body.

The Half elf woman smiles at Cyrnair after he lays the cloak over her. “Oh... I assumed you were here for me...” looking st the group, she looks quisickly. “Did a local town hire you to hunt these creatures down? I would not mind getting in on the action. You look like a fresh faced group of adventurers, but I think you may do to take out this pack of miscreants. My name is Katherine Sunwillow of the Harpers Guild. I am a monk from the order of the Summer Court, and I am dying for some payback. If you could buy me about 45-60 minutes that I could meditate, I think I could be of some aid.”

She stands, letting thr cape drop, and plants her feet. Flipping the dagger back to Cyrnair, with her left hand, she thrusts her right hand out, palm forward with her ring and pinky finger down to the palm. It glows with radiant energy and a burst of light flings from her thrusting Hand. Attack: 26 Damage: 10. The statue in the center of the room explodes into 100 pieces and vapor.

”I fight with my hands.” She says with a smirk, and then collapses again in exhaustion. “I Just need to meditate to regain some strength... The cloak is nice, but it doesn’t not really offer my... well for modesty sake I don’t suppose any of you would have some trousers I could borrow? A medical bandage will do for my chest. It is not as... robust as others.” She says, grabbing her right breast in her hand. She winks at Morgan who was trying to defend her dignity. “I am comfortable with my body. It’s just flesh. Our souls is what is truly luminous.”

Caradoc dives behind a stalagmite as the blast of energy flashes across the dimly-lit prison!

Acrobatics: 21

OOC: Whew...thought she was attacking him too. Love me a badass monk though. That was my first PC.

(OOC: She attacked the statue to demonstrate her power.)

Taking the clothes from Morgan, Katherine smiles in thanks. “Telepathy... impressive. We have a few Harpers like you. They are pretty stand of fish people though. Never shared a beer with them if you catch my drift. Perhaps after this I will buy you one.”

changing quickly, she noticed that Carodoc dove for cover after she exploded the statue. “Sorry to frighten you friend Halfling. My teachers say I use my Ki to freely and am to willing to destroy... well...” she says waving her hands around the room, “You can understand if I am in the mood to destroy a bit... I’ve been here a week already as far as I can tell. Woulda gone mad if I hadn’t been trained to handle something like this.” Sitting back down after changing, she starts munching on the ration and drinking slowly. “Call me Kate.”

(OOC: For those that got a better look at her, her age is hard to pin down. Half Elves age slower then humans, but you would put her in the 25-50 age range (25ish in human years. She is quite pretty CHA: 16. 5’5”. Hard muscle with nice curves. Tanned skin, dirty blonde hair with blue eyes. Strong nose but it fits her face. The elven features are heavy in the angled face and lithe grace, but her ears have only the slightest of points)

Frixori: You have most definitely heard of the Harpers before. They are a group of adventures that formed a guild. They focus primarily on watching over the more... clandestine of villainy. They are commonly seen in royal courts as much as they are seen in the wilds tracking down cults and militias.

there is the more clandestine spy Harper, and the ones that seek out reports of growing unrest. All are fascinated with lore and history. Most of them are bards and rogues, but occasionally they are other classes as well.

Kate says “So can I count on you to get a quick rest?”

 The halfling stands up, dusts himself off, and glances back and forth amongst his companions. "A little rest wouldn't go amiss, right?" He sticks close to Frixori, but asks Kate, "You've been here a WEEK? Wow - were either of these two here before you?" gesturing towards the tall man and the curled up little one.

Despite herself, Morgan blushes at Kate's brazen lack of modesty.

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Despite herself, Morgan blushes at Kate's brazen lack of modesty.

Ironically, Morgan is MORE charismatic than Kate it would seem (18).  Of course, her charisma is more her force of personality than her appearance.  Not to say she DOESN'T look good, but she does very little to emphasize her appearance.

 

Frixori informs the party on what she knows about the Harpers. Then, seeing the display of power from the monk  she becomes awestruck in more than one way and stammers her way through an affirmative to Kate's question. "Uh..ummm....yeah...rest." The tiefling blushes and makes her way back down the steps to watch the entrance for any intruders.

OOC: I feel a protect-the-monk-from-waves-of-goblins quest coming on.

Caradoc sits down next to Frixori on the steps, uncharacteristically quiet as he can finally take a breath and process everything that's happened today.

"Thank you... for helping me. I think I nearly died."

To Carodoc: “I don’t normally go for short fellas but that grin just might get me into trouble I think.” Kate says with a wink and a laugh. Nudging Morgan with an elbow as she pops a little bit more rations into her mouth and washes it down with the rest of the water. “Good leverage.” And busts out laughing. “Oh man... it’s good to laugh again.”

Refering to Carodocs question about the others in the cages. “The 2 over there were dead when I got here. The other 2 got here a day or 2 ago. The human died yesterday. Don’t know about the dwarf. Hasn’t made a sound in a few hours yet.”

To Frixori: “I’m impressed with your knowledge... someone worried the guild has gotten that sloppy... I guess I didn’t do a great job of not blabbing either though...”

Sitting down cross-legged, she puts her hands together, lacing her fingers together, but leaving the pointer and pinky finger together. Her face suddenly turns hard and serious. “Give me another 1/2 hour to meditate. I am counting on you.” She closes her eyes, and after a few minutes, her body starts to glow with a faint green, yellow aura.