"I'm sorry, I was under the imression that a kind of spell is about." Korbiña scrapes the plugs out of her ears "I'm Korbiña. Do you know this swanp? We are trying to traverse it, and it's awfully difficult to navigate this mess."
She eyes the stranger wearily, trying to judge her character in the minutes that follow...
<She smiles sweetly at your words, but you see nothing else particularly special in her actions that would prompt the men to behave in such a manner. Regardless, she answers you with the same enthusiasm as the others.>
"Ah, yes, yes. This bog can be quite frightful when one does not know their way. If you'd like, I could offer escort back to the cathedral. 'Tis only but a short trek away, and a mite more comfortable than here."
Her eyes are piercing to Korbiña's. Though not hostile, this woman is much sharper than she may appear initially.
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"Cathedral? What kind of Cathedral is this? And of what religion if I may ask? Maybe you have a map of the area? Unfortunately we were all rolled over by events and have not the slightest idea where we are..." Korbiña watches her with the same kind of piercing gaze... watching for reactions to what she says... especially when mentioning not knowing about things
"Cathedral? What kind of Cathedral is this? And of what religion if I may ask? Maybe you have a map of the area? Unfortunately we were all rolled over by events and have not the slightest idea where we are..." Korbiña watches her with the same kind of piercing gaze... watching for reactions to what she says... especially when mentioning not knowing about things
(Trying for an Insight check: 13 )
<Her voice is singsong, but her eyes are unchanging. She steps up to you and takes your hand, holding it between her own. She's quite warm to the touch, as is her gaze, sharp though it is. She seems to have no qualms about personal space, either, as she is quite close when she speaks, absolutely bubbly.>
"Oh yes, yes! The cathedral. You should see it yourself to believe it. Though, I guarantee it's not what you think it to be! And don't worry about being lost. This swamp only brings its blessings once you are well and truly lost!"
Her words are bright, happy. From what she says, Korbiña senses no hesitancy, no dishonesty. Though her words may still harbor some double meaning. It's suspicious. Yet the others have been charmed by her. Whether it's magical, or something far simpler, she cannot begin to guess. But for the issue at hand, she appears genuine, which is somewhat concerning.
Korbiña looks at her "And you are all alone out here in thd swamp? How come? Oh ... I'm already packed up and ready to go... maybe the boys need help though?" She looks at the dumbly grinning guys and shrugs with a fun grin. Looking again at the girl "What do you mean with the swamp's blessing?"
Korbiña looks at her "And you are all alone out here in thd swamp? How come? Oh ... I'm already packed up and ready to go... maybe the boys need help though?" She looks at the dumbly grinning guys and shrugs with a fun grin. Looking again at the girl "What do you mean with the swamp's blessing?"
But Talia only begins walking away, beckoning the others to follow.
"Come, come! The Cathedral is not far, no! Come and be safe with me!"Her voice begins to echo as the distance grows between her and those left back at the camp.
<Curiously, minus the pink one with horns, the rest of you feel cold and sad as she moves further away. It's as if the light of the sun itself has ceased to shine on you four. Perhaps you should follow to feel that warmth once more?>
Korbiña tries to quickly pack all equipment on the boys (including Sceilie's backpack) and follows Talia, hurriedly stepping with care... trying to test the ground in front of her with her staff, lest she walks into a quicksand hole...
Korbiña tries to quickly pack all equipment on the boys (including Sceilie's backpack) and follows Talia, hurriedly stepping with care... trying to test the ground in front of her with her staff, lest she walks into a quicksand hole...
<Yet as you step where she steps, you find the once sinking fetid muck is soft, loamy, but... solid. There's wetness, sure, but the ground springs under your step as if the mud has turned to "solid" earth. All the while, she hums her soft bittersweet melody.>
The trek is a long one, longer than anyone would expect. Talia hums and sings throughout, her voice seeming to dazzle the men on every note. Sceilie continues to sleep soundly on Quartz's shoulder, the world passing her as she slumbers. The swamp is become surprisingly calm, and what persists in its unpleasantness has largely subsided. What strikes the only sane member of the group, however, is <the stark beauty of the marsh as the sun seems to shine off everything.> Something is wrong here.
Korbiña looks, sniffs, kneels to feel the ground, tries to assess the situation... is there an illusion? Is thete enchantment? She currently wishes she had the power to feel or see magic at work, but alas, she hasn't, so tries to rely on senses and knowledge just daying out loud "Talia, can we do a short rest, please? Just to rub the aching limbs a bit and look after our sleeping beauty."
The woman, strange as she is, radiates enthusiasm with every word. Her attitude is strange, bit Korbiña still senses no inherent malice in them. Sure enough, however, her words prove fruitful, at least to the tiefling. As trees give way, a massive ruinous church seems to materialize from the trees themselves. So stands an ancient cathedral, its walls seemingly long since reclaimed by the land.
To those who look, strange etching of elves and fae seem to dance across the walls, their details long since worn away by time. The church is old, assuredly, but somehow still markedly stable -- though the entire structure appears to be tilted, its ancient foundation slowly being swallowed by the murky bog. The halls are quiet as the party are led within, footsteps echoed within cavernous halls long since forgotten. Forgotten by all, except this strange woman in front of them.
She spreads her arms wide, as if to exemplify the marvel she has revealed. Those enthralled by her, you may ask your own questions [but depending on what you say, you may have to roll advantage or disadvantage]. Korbiña as well, though her thoughts remain unobstructed.
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Lelantus walks over to the fire and motions for Talia to sit down
Quartz Cha save 1
[I have no words.]
<Such a tiny thing is she, when compared to the your towering form. Yet when you look upon her, something tells you everything is right in the world>
"Aww, what a sweet little angel." Quartz opines, unprompted.
<She smiles sweetly at your words, but you see nothing else particularly special in her actions that would prompt the men to behave in such a manner. Regardless, she answers you with the same enthusiasm as the others.>
"Ah, yes, yes. This bog can be quite frightful when one does not know their way. If you'd like, I could offer escort back to the cathedral. 'Tis only but a short trek away, and a mite more comfortable than here."
Her eyes are piercing to Korbiña's. Though not hostile, this woman is much sharper than she may appear initially.
"Cathedral? What kind of Cathedral is this? And of what religion if I may ask? Maybe you have a map of the area? Unfortunately we were all rolled over by events and have not the slightest idea where we are..." Korbiña watches her with the same kind of piercing gaze... watching for reactions to what she says... especially when mentioning not knowing about things
(Trying for an Insight check: 9 )
A cathedral?! Is it a cult? Lelantus asks his eyes shining with excitement.
<Her voice is singsong, but her eyes are unchanging. She steps up to you and takes your hand, holding it between her own. She's quite warm to the touch, as is her gaze, sharp though it is. She seems to have no qualms about personal space, either, as she is quite close when she speaks, absolutely bubbly.>
"Oh yes, yes! The cathedral. You should see it yourself to believe it. Though, I guarantee it's not what you think it to be! And don't worry about being lost. This swamp only brings its blessings once you are well and truly lost!"
Her words are bright, happy. From what she says, Korbiña senses no hesitancy, no dishonesty. Though her words may still harbor some double meaning. It's suspicious. Yet the others have been charmed by her. Whether it's magical, or something far simpler, she cannot begin to guess. But for the issue at hand, she appears genuine, which is somewhat concerning.
"Shall I help you pack and prepare?"
Korbiña looks at her "And you are all alone out here in thd swamp? How come? Oh ... I'm already packed up and ready to go... maybe the boys need help though?" She looks at the dumbly grinning guys and shrugs with a fun grin. Looking again at the girl "What do you mean with the swamp's blessing?"
Lelantus grabs his bag and exitedly says IM READY! LET'S GO.
But Talia only begins walking away, beckoning the others to follow.
"Come, come! The Cathedral is not far, no! Come and be safe with me!" Her voice begins to echo as the distance grows between her and those left back at the camp.
<Curiously, minus the pink one with horns, the rest of you feel cold and sad as she moves further away. It's as if the light of the sun itself has ceased to shine on you four. Perhaps you should follow to feel that warmth once more?>
Korbiña tries to quickly pack all equipment on the boys (including Sceilie's backpack) and follows Talia, hurriedly stepping with care... trying to test the ground in front of her with her staff, lest she walks into a quicksand hole...
<Yet as you step where she steps, you find the once sinking fetid muck is soft, loamy, but... solid. There's wetness, sure, but the ground springs under your step as if the mud has turned to "solid" earth. All the while, she hums her soft bittersweet melody.>
Lelantus runs after them as fast as possible
"Well, whatever it is, cathedral certainly sounds better than this swamp. It also suggests an at least sparsely populated area," concludes Quartz.
"Wait up!" He calls behind the departing girl as he sets out to follow her, his long stride effortlessly covering the growing distance between them.
Asher follows after them in a daze . Unable to hear his surroundings
The trek is a long one, longer than anyone would expect. Talia hums and sings throughout, her voice seeming to dazzle the men on every note. Sceilie continues to sleep soundly on Quartz's shoulder, the world passing her as she slumbers. The swamp is become surprisingly calm, and what persists in its unpleasantness has largely subsided. What strikes the only sane member of the group, however, is <the stark beauty of the marsh as the sun seems to shine off everything.> Something is wrong here.
Korbiña looks, sniffs, kneels to feel the ground, tries to assess the situation... is there an illusion? Is thete enchantment? She currently wishes she had the power to feel or see magic at work, but alas, she hasn't, so tries to rely on senses and knowledge just daying out loud "Talia, can we do a short rest, please? Just to rub the aching limbs a bit and look after our sleeping beauty."
Lelantus sees no reason to stop because Talia radiates in refreshing light but he decides to do whatever Talia does
"Now, now. So close, we're so close."
The woman, strange as she is, radiates enthusiasm with every word. Her attitude is strange, bit Korbiña still senses no inherent malice in them. Sure enough, however, her words prove fruitful, at least to the tiefling. As trees give way, a massive ruinous church seems to materialize from the trees themselves. So stands an ancient cathedral, its walls seemingly long since reclaimed by the land.
To those who look, strange etching of elves and fae seem to dance across the walls, their details long since worn away by time. The church is old, assuredly, but somehow still markedly stable -- though the entire structure appears to be tilted, its ancient foundation slowly being swallowed by the murky bog. The halls are quiet as the party are led within, footsteps echoed within cavernous halls long since forgotten. Forgotten by all, except this strange woman in front of them.
She spreads her arms wide, as if to exemplify the marvel she has revealed. Those enthralled by her, you may ask your own questions [but depending on what you say, you may have to roll advantage or disadvantage]. Korbiña as well, though her thoughts remain unobstructed.