Blair feels a gentle poke between his shoulder blades and turns to find Silf peering up at him from her tiny fairy form. He meets her curious gaze with a faint, melancholy smile on his lips. "Well, I'm not scared, Silf," he says softly, his voice low and pensive. "I'm just feeling a bit...emotional, I suppose." His fingers linger on the surface of his beloved bamboo flute, tracing the delicate etchings and feeling the familiar weight of the instrument in his hands, finding comfort in its steady presence.
As he listens to Dierdre's story and realizes she is the cleric they were sent to find, he feels a sense of relief. "Ah, you must be Cal's sister cleric in Pelor. We were sent here looking for you. Cal is distracting the zombies right now to give us a little time. That must be your armor we found in the bandits' wagon. Cal will be glad to hear you're alright."
But as he speaks, Blair realizes something else. His eyes dart to Dierdre, who is tied up and lying on the floor. "Wait...did you say she was bitten?" He asks, feeling a sense of dread wash over him. He looks down at his own healed wound from the zombie on his leg, but the worry doesn't dissipate. "Oh," He mutters, feeling a sense of unease. "That is not the type of bondage I enjoy."
"Yes, bitten," the paladin answers Blair. "Yes, my name is Allaire Sunforge but people call me Lai," the celestial energy coming from the dwarf Nobriki can sense is stronger now she's up and moving! "Diedre...I does anyone have anything that might cure her?" Lai asks her tone desperate!
Eron is only sure that Diedre is undead but nothing else comes to mind from his once over other than possibly divine healing!
"I have nothing," Lai begins, "but this night gown and this club I fashioned from a table leg downstairs," the paladin answers. "As for magically I am also barren of divine magic at present," she adds gesturing at her wounds as she uses the table leg like a cane! "Do you fey knight?" Lai asks Nobriki.
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OOC: the following is in the style of every person you've seen looking around under their hood pretending to look for the problem when they clearly don't know anything about vehicles..
Nobriki takes on a very curious expression, sorry of wailing side to side around the afflicted,striking his beard and making his best thinking sounds. "Hmmm. Yes... Well I could detect manage, but clearly it's foul stuff... I can heal, yes, yes I could heal... Maybe a curing of wounds spell or pass along a bit of the strength of Titania through my will.. But no... No... I don't think that would cure the curse at hand....... Whelp, afraid I don't have much experience in solving these kinds of curses. No holy water either, but that's a good idea! May be best to put the poor soul out of its... Her misery, hate to say. "
Miss Lai, I do have the ability to knit more wounds closed of you should need it yourself" .
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"Tee hee hee," Silf giggles quietly to herself, as she looks at Blair and winks a pirate-y wink. She returns her attention to the dwarf and the zombified woman, and her cheerful expression slightly dims as the desperation in Lai's voice hits her. She walks out from behind the people crowding the room, into an open spot where she can easily see Lai and Deirdre. The little fairy sighs as tears well in her eyes. The tiny horn on her forehead glows with purple magic.
"May the light of Eurydice the Unicorn bring you out of the darkness," she says. The same beam of light that healed Blair in the battle extends toward Deirdre, though the spectral unicorns forlornly amble rather than charge triumphantly.
Healing Light 1d6: 2
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The healing light envelopes Deirdre but quickly fades as the undead nature seems to have taken to firm a hold.
"I have no magic to speak of," Lai replies. "Maybe after a long rest I'll regain my powers," she adds frowning at the discussion of ending her rescuer. "I...I cannot, " she adds moving away from Diedre and the party to look down the steps just as Quatt manages to make it up the stairs to join the party! "Oh, hello," Lai says.
Quatt sees a badly injured dwarven woman who's slightly thinner and taller than other dwarves he's seen with a slight sheen coming from her skin covered only in a night gown spattered with gore! She's using an equally disturbing table leg as a cane which it's end touch the floor is covered in gore as well!
"Is there a tortle in your party, " Lai asks behind her nervously looking at Quatt gripping her makeshift cane and weapon!
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Quatt looks at the dwarf curiously "You look different than the dwarves I am used to in the cave." He then looks to his companions, "Did you all injure this one, or are we trying to treat her?"
Blair's gaze lingers on Deirdre, the cursed woman lying helpless on the ground. He feels a twinge of sorrow as he imagines the life she once had, before being trapped in this undead form. As the group discusses possible solutions, Blair takes Lai's hand, offering her a comforting squeeze, his expression gentle and compassionate.
"Don’t give up hope, Lai. We will find a way to help Deirdre," he assures her. "Let's think about this. To cure the curse, we must first find its origin. Do we have any clues about what's causing the zombies? Is there perhaps someone behind it all?"
Does Blair have any knowledge about healing the undead? Religion: 17
"Whelp... sounds like we are keeping a zombie alive. (Nobriki shakes his head in disbelief.). OK, well, I guess we should make sure it... She is well tied up. Can't have it... Her... Attacking us in the night.
Whose keeping an eye out for Cal when they come back? "
Eron is at the window keeping watch for the rest of the party. “Nobriki if you want some help with those bindings, I can double check those with you.” help
Quatt tilts his head in confusion at the question, "Holy water? I've never needed it, why do you need holy water?"
”It’s for a protection from evil and good spell which might give Diedre a better resistance to the evil which is ravaging her body.”
"I am Allaire Sunforge but call me Lai," The dwarven woman with celestial energy emanating from her explains to Quatt with a soft nod. "That's my friend, " she points to the writhing bound zombie woman, "her name is Deirdre, " she adds her tone exhausted. "She's bound and gagged but if you want to try to again I wouldn't advise it without heavier armor. I haven't been bitten but I've been struck," she points out a blood spattered frying pan tossed in a corner. "I want to heal her but I don't know how, " Lai explains. "The undead began coming into the village two or three nights ago. They're coming from Turst Fields to the north," she adds. "They attacked and kept attacking," she says leaning against the cane table leg!
Blair knows, sadly, there really isn't a cure for zombies. Deirdre is gone but whether Lai can understand or not he's unsure!
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"Lai, I feel your pain and frustration. Losing a friend is difficult. If among all of us we don't know of a way to return your friends soul from the great wilderness beyond, I am afraid there may not be such a solution. Sometimes the most loving thing you can do is to end the evil dessicrating your friends body. If you would like... I can do that for you. Otherwise I'm afraid we must travel carefully with your friend to somewhere with much greater magic than hours and more may be bitten in the attempt. I will respect your wishes either way. "
Blair feels a gentle poke between his shoulder blades and turns to find Silf peering up at him from her tiny fairy form. He meets her curious gaze with a faint, melancholy smile on his lips. "Well, I'm not scared, Silf," he says softly, his voice low and pensive. "I'm just feeling a bit...emotional, I suppose." His fingers linger on the surface of his beloved bamboo flute, tracing the delicate etchings and feeling the familiar weight of the instrument in his hands, finding comfort in its steady presence.
As he listens to Dierdre's story and realizes she is the cleric they were sent to find, he feels a sense of relief. "Ah, you must be Cal's sister cleric in Pelor. We were sent here looking for you. Cal is distracting the zombies right now to give us a little time. That must be your armor we found in the bandits' wagon. Cal will be glad to hear you're alright."
But as he speaks, Blair realizes something else. His eyes dart to Dierdre, who is tied up and lying on the floor. "Wait...did you say she was bitten?" He asks, feeling a sense of dread wash over him. He looks down at his own healed wound from the zombie on his leg, but the worry doesn't dissipate. "Oh," He mutters, feeling a sense of unease. "That is not the type of bondage I enjoy."
Quatt looks at his hardwork and smiles and nods. He looks around, seeing no one with him, he heads upstairs to find the others.
"Yes, bitten," the paladin answers Blair. "Yes, my name is Allaire Sunforge but people call me Lai," the celestial energy coming from the dwarf Nobriki can sense is stronger now she's up and moving! "Diedre...I does anyone have anything that might cure her?" Lai asks her tone desperate!
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Eron looks closely at Diedre. Is there anything other then divine restorative magic that could help? medicine 10
Eron looks at both Nobriki and Lai, “Do either of you have or could you make holy water, I might have a helpful spell. If she is not fully turned”
Eron is only sure that Diedre is undead but nothing else comes to mind from his once over other than possibly divine healing!
"I have nothing," Lai begins, "but this night gown and this club I fashioned from a table leg downstairs," the paladin answers. "As for magically I am also barren of divine magic at present," she adds gesturing at her wounds as she uses the table leg like a cane! "Do you fey knight?" Lai asks Nobriki.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
OOC: the following is in the style of every person you've seen looking around under their hood pretending to look for the problem when they clearly don't know anything about vehicles..
Nobriki takes on a very curious expression, sorry of wailing side to side around the afflicted,striking his beard and making his best thinking sounds. "Hmmm. Yes... Well I could detect manage, but clearly it's foul stuff... I can heal, yes, yes I could heal... Maybe a curing of wounds spell or pass along a bit of the strength of Titania through my will.. But no... No... I don't think that would cure the curse at hand....... Whelp, afraid I don't have much experience in solving these kinds of curses. No holy water either, but that's a good idea! May be best to put the poor soul out of its... Her misery, hate to say. "
Miss Lai, I do have the ability to knit more wounds closed of you should need it yourself" .
Nobriki - Satyr Paladin - Oath of the Ancients
"Tee hee hee," Silf giggles quietly to herself, as she looks at Blair and winks a pirate-y wink. She returns her attention to the dwarf and the zombified woman, and her cheerful expression slightly dims as the desperation in Lai's voice hits her. She walks out from behind the people crowding the room, into an open spot where she can easily see Lai and Deirdre. The little fairy sighs as tears well in her eyes. The tiny horn on her forehead glows with purple magic.
"May the light of Eurydice the Unicorn bring you out of the darkness," she says. The same beam of light that healed Blair in the battle extends toward Deirdre, though the spectral unicorns forlornly amble rather than charge triumphantly.
Healing Light 1d6: 2
Walks in [insert absurd situation].
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The healing light envelopes Deirdre but quickly fades as the undead nature seems to have taken to firm a hold.
"I have no magic to speak of," Lai replies. "Maybe after a long rest I'll regain my powers," she adds frowning at the discussion of ending her rescuer. "I...I cannot, " she adds moving away from Diedre and the party to look down the steps just as Quatt manages to make it up the stairs to join the party! "Oh, hello," Lai says.
Quatt sees a badly injured dwarven woman who's slightly thinner and taller than other dwarves he's seen with a slight sheen coming from her skin covered only in a night gown spattered with gore! She's using an equally disturbing table leg as a cane which it's end touch the floor is covered in gore as well!
"Is there a tortle in your party, " Lai asks behind her nervously looking at Quatt gripping her makeshift cane and weapon!
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Quatt looks at the dwarf curiously "You look different than the dwarves I am used to in the cave." He then looks to his companions, "Did you all injure this one, or are we trying to treat her?"
“Lai meet Quat, Quat this is Lai. Just curious Quat you don’t carry any holy water with you do you?”
Blair's gaze lingers on Deirdre, the cursed woman lying helpless on the ground. He feels a twinge of sorrow as he imagines the life she once had, before being trapped in this undead form. As the group discusses possible solutions, Blair takes Lai's hand, offering her a comforting squeeze, his expression gentle and compassionate.
"Don’t give up hope, Lai. We will find a way to help Deirdre," he assures her. "Let's think about this. To cure the curse, we must first find its origin. Do we have any clues about what's causing the zombies? Is there perhaps someone behind it all?"
Does Blair have any knowledge about healing the undead? Religion: 17
Quatt tilts his head in confusion at the question, "Holy water? I've never needed it, why do you need holy water?"
"Whelp... sounds like we are keeping a zombie alive. (Nobriki shakes his head in disbelief.). OK, well, I guess we should make sure it... She is well tied up. Can't have it... Her... Attacking us in the night.
Whose keeping an eye out for Cal when they come back? "
Nobriki - Satyr Paladin - Oath of the Ancients
Eron is at the window keeping watch for the rest of the party. “Nobriki if you want some help with those bindings, I can double check those with you.” help
”It’s for a protection from evil and good spell which might give Diedre a better resistance to the evil which is ravaging her body.”
Quatt looks more confused "I thought you said the dwarf's name was Lai? Wait, do you mean the zombie?" He points his staff towards the bound zombie.
"I am Allaire Sunforge but call me Lai," The dwarven woman with celestial energy emanating from her explains to Quatt with a soft nod. "That's my friend, " she points to the writhing bound zombie woman, "her name is Deirdre, " she adds her tone exhausted. "She's bound and gagged but if you want to try to again I wouldn't advise it without heavier armor. I haven't been bitten but I've been struck," she points out a blood spattered frying pan tossed in a corner. "I want to heal her but I don't know how, " Lai explains. "The undead began coming into the village two or three nights ago. They're coming from Turst Fields to the north," she adds. "They attacked and kept attacking," she says leaning against the cane table leg!
Blair knows, sadly, there really isn't a cure for zombies. Deirdre is gone but whether Lai can understand or not he's unsure!
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Quatt will step forward to inspect the bound zombie more, "Hmm..."
Medicine Check: 7
"Lai, I feel your pain and frustration. Losing a friend is difficult. If among all of us we don't know of a way to return your friends soul from the great wilderness beyond, I am afraid there may not be such a solution. Sometimes the most loving thing you can do is to end the evil dessicrating your friends body. If you would like... I can do that for you. Otherwise I'm afraid we must travel carefully with your friend to somewhere with much greater magic than hours and more may be bitten in the attempt. I will respect your wishes either way. "
Nobriki - Satyr Paladin - Oath of the Ancients
Persuasion check if it matters... 8
Nobriki - Satyr Paladin - Oath of the Ancients