As Geraine approaches Klage, still lying in the water, the elf raises a hand to inform him that he does not need help standing. In a moment, he is back on his feet, water pouring from the folds in his coat. He turns to face Geraine and smiles... There is no trace of a wound on his face. Despite the blood that still stains the water, the elf's grey skin is unmarred. "I appreciate the aid, but I think I'm alright." He straightens out his coat and pounds his fist against his heart a couple times, clearing his throat.
Fifi seems to have also avoided the brunt of the box's magic, sustaining only a minor gash on her leg.
Radu, examining the body, finds a small red glass phial of liquid hanging from her belt, as well as grappling hook attached to a now charred bundle of rope. In a small pouch at her side, she had carried a stone carved in the shape of a face, some dried rations which had survived the flames, and another bottle, this one made of pale green glass. In her sleeves is an arsenal of darts, ten in total: five up each sleeve. Strapped to each ankle is a dagger. Her golden mask seems to have fused to her face, courtesy of the spontaneous incendiary combustion. Her hair (now burned away) had been held up by a dagger doubling as a hairpin.
"That was some mighty dark magic!" Klage says in response to Rosie. "You're right, Radu. We should move now. Meeting whoever was supposed to claim the box, especially in our current condition, would not be ideal. Speaking of which, Geraine! Would you mind handing over the box? I thing I should hold onto it."
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"Remind yourself that overconfidence is a slow and insidious killer."
Geraine eyes Klage for a long moment, then pulls the box from his bag.
"Hmm, I am not sure I see your logic. The magics on your person now burn as a lighthouse at midnight, and any looking for arcana and capable of seeing them would surely come directly to you. As a Priest of Amaunator, I am as trusty as any under your charge. Let me bear this for the time, and you may call to collect if the need for its power truly does arise."
Then he takes one of her daggers and cut the hook from the rope. It could be useful later. The cord was touched by the flames and less than safe, so he decided it was best left behind. Food was a thing one could never have too much, so he took the rations.
“Geraine has a point, but if the whole battle proves something is that the fact he is a cleric is all too obvious and make him as much of a target as mister magic lights so if you want my opinion, neither of you should carry the thing, but that is a discussion to have back at camp, after checking if those two had something about when their boss is about to arrive and where.” Radu said retrieving his bolts from the woman’s body. Conserving his ammunition was a priority for him. “She had ten darts, three daggers, two glasses, some dried rations and a carved stone.” Was that a magic item? He should have the cleric check later. “The red one I suspect to be a Healing Potion while the green I’s guess is some kind of acid or poison. Either way, we should take them both. The food and the hook as well, though the hope is far from safe at this stage so may as well cut it out. No idea about the rock and nothing about their superior.”
The Blood Hunter moved towards the man’s corpse, hoping he had some kind of note describing at least how many more hopeful would be arriving there. Maybe they are the cause the Emerald Enclave is here, thought Ashford starting to examinate the last enemy.
Notes: Does Radu find anything on the man's body?
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As Geraine approaches Klage, still lying in the water, the elf raises a hand to inform him that he does not need help standing. In a moment, he is back on his feet, water pouring from the folds in his coat. He turns to face Geraine and smiles... There is no trace of a wound on his face. Despite the blood that still stains the water, the elf's grey skin is unmarred. "I appreciate the aid, but I think I'm alright." He straightens out his coat and pounds his fist against his heart a couple times, clearing his throat.
Fifi seems to have also avoided the brunt of the box's magic, sustaining only a minor gash on her leg.
Radu, examining the body, finds a small red glass phial of liquid hanging from her belt, as well as grappling hook attached to a now charred bundle of rope. In a small pouch at her side, she had carried a stone carved in the shape of a face, some dried rations which had survived the flames, and another bottle, this one made of pale green glass. In her sleeves is an arsenal of darts, ten in total: five up each sleeve. Strapped to each ankle is a dagger. Her golden mask seems to have fused to her face, courtesy of the spontaneous incendiary combustion. Her hair (now burned away) had been held up by a dagger doubling as a hairpin.
"That was some mighty dark magic!" Klage says in response to Rosie. "You're right, Radu. We should move now. Meeting whoever was supposed to claim the box, especially in our current condition, would not be ideal. Speaking of which, Geraine! Would you mind handing over the box? I thing I should hold onto it."
"Remind yourself that overconfidence is a slow and insidious killer."
Geraine eyes Klage for a long moment, then pulls the box from his bag.
"Hmm, I am not sure I see your logic. The magics on your person now burn as a lighthouse at midnight, and any looking for arcana and capable of seeing them would surely come directly to you. As a Priest of Amaunator, I am as trusty as any under your charge. Let me bear this for the time, and you may call to collect if the need for its power truly does arise."
Persuasion: 19 (natural 20)
Horkur Beren in Tending the Garden
Geraine Lucineous in Onward Down
Then he takes one of her daggers and cut the hook from the rope. It could be useful later. The cord was touched by the flames and less than safe, so he decided it was best left behind. Food was a thing one could never have too much, so he took the rations.
“Geraine has a point, but if the whole battle proves something is that the fact he is a cleric is all too obvious and make him as much of a target as mister magic lights so if you want my opinion, neither of you should carry the thing, but that is a discussion to have back at camp, after checking if those two had something about when their boss is about to arrive and where.” Radu said retrieving his bolts from the woman’s body. Conserving his ammunition was a priority for him. “She had ten darts, three daggers, two glasses, some dried rations and a carved stone.” Was that a magic item? He should have the cleric check later. “The red one I suspect to be a Healing Potion while the green I’s guess is some kind of acid or poison. Either way, we should take them both. The food and the hook as well, though the hope is far from safe at this stage so may as well cut it out. No idea about the rock and nothing about their superior.”
The Blood Hunter moved towards the man’s corpse, hoping he had some kind of note describing at least how many more hopeful would be arriving there. Maybe they are the cause the Emerald Enclave is here, thought Ashford starting to examinate the last enemy.
Notes: Does Radu find anything on the man's body?