"Unfortunately the corridor branches off and continues, there is evidently more to explore before we can ascertain nothing more will come crawling down this way, you should perhaps come up here after all."Rasziel calls down to those below, not particularly keen on investigating these tunnels any further on his own.
(Rasziel would use his telekinesis to draw up any rope from below and hopefully find somewhere to telekinetically tie it up to allow the others and easier climb up the slope.)
"Hale and hearty, it seems, Mr. Raskin. Our sincere apologies for depriving you of the privilege of delivering the coup de grace." The wizard says, beaming with amusement as Don Jon appears to make a swift recovery.
Gray eyes scan his features, one hand tucked in the small of her back. Alisande eyes Sister Garaele and Lyra sceptically, leaning over to lower her voice."Are you quite sure his convalescence is complete? I hesitate to issue impugnments about his personal hygiene, having never met the gentleman before, but he seems inordinately... hirsute?"
When Rasziel extends Alisande the invitation to accompany the others on their investigations of the tunnels, she seems torn - hesitant to leave the suspiciously hairy Raskin alone with the clerics, yet anxious to join the exciting hunt for more carrion crawlers. If neither of the healers give her good reason to remain, Alisande begins removing the peculiar broom from her bag, rearranging the avalanche of tomes and scrolls stuffed within.
As the Clerics pray over Don-Jon, Tymora grants her blessings, and you see Don Jon's figure return to normal, albeit still more hairy than before. Then the paralysis ends, and he begins to blink and slowly sit up with Sister Garaele's help. He says, "What took ya'll so long to open that door. I mean... I coulda handled that monster no problem, but still. Thanks for getting rid of that curse. I don't think I would of liked being a vermin."
Lyracan't help laughing at Don-Jon's words. "Of course, Master Juan ! Naturally, you could have handled that—and so much more!" she exclaims, then turns to Sister Garaele, her smile bright as the sun. Raising her hand toward the elder cleric, she adds, "Hell yeah, sister! Uhm… I mean… well, you know what I mean, right?"If allowed, she high-fives Sister Garaele, completely forgetting the proper decorum for addressing a senior cleric.
Noticing that most of the party has already left, the halfling turns to Gareth and Alisande. "Where has everyone gone? Is something wrong? Should we accompany them, perhaps?"
Listening to Alisande's measured speech, the halfling thinks to herself, "My, this lady speaks with such nobility!" She begins to reply in her usual fashion, "Uhm, yeah, he—"then pauses, attempting to adopt a more refined tone to match the wizard's. "Indeed. I do believe he is thoroughly recovered. I .. ah... discern no reason for concern."(ooc: he does look fine, doesn't he? Just... hairy?)
When Alisande begins removing the broom from her bag, Lyra watches wide-eyed. What is she going to do with that!? Sweep the mine's floor, perhaps? How peculiar!
Zephyroseasily climbs the slope using a rope secured to a nearby rock face by Rasziel. The two of you explore the tunnel, finding it splits to the east and to the west. The western tunnel leads you back into the room where Don Jon was being held about 10 feet above where Don Jon, Sister Garaele, Lyra, and Alisande loiter and where Gareth is securing a trophy from the carrion crawler. The eastern passage leads out of the mine to a ridgeline overlooking a makeshift cemetery with pickaxes and helmets as makeshift headstones. The tunnel is quiet aside from the noise you make as you move.
Gareth,
Most of the monstrosity has been destroyed by the combined assault. However, you are able to secure a single tooth after milking it for a single dose of what you believe is the creatures venom that causes paralysis.
Meira,
The dwarves turn to you as you interject into their conversation, "What do you propose, Mis? We can't let one of them vermin take charge of our mine. Plus, a dwarf should be running the show here. Not some puffed-up cowboy! Torrin should be the mines Overseer!"
Alisande,
Don Jon looks at you, confusion plain on his face, an awkward pause ensues before he says, "Yes, well... not to worry. I've seen my fair share of battles. In fact, I once fought an entire army of goblins and won single handedly. There was another time a once rode a carrion crawler through the underdark. Tamed it myself, I did. Called it Susan. It looked like a Susan to me."
Lyra,
You are confident that Don Jon is healed and no longer has lycanthropy. Sister Garaele returns your smile and even provides her hand for you to high-five. She stands up and helps Don Jon to stand as well before she says, "Well, I should start back to town. I should be able to make it before sundown if I hurry." She asks Alisande, "Will you and Rasziel be accompanying me back to Phandalin to complete your escort contract?"
Meira continues speaking to the dwarves in dwarvish.
"Well, not sure it's fair to call Mr. Don-Jon a vermin," she said. "He was bitten, but I am sure Sister Garaele and Lyra will get him healed real soon. As for Overseer, I'm not sure how that works. I think he represents the owners?" your spoiler here.
She glances at the dwarves for confirmation. "I could talk to him and see if he'd be willing to perhaps be co-Overseers? Or he's Overseer and you're in charge of the dwarves? Chief Foreman or something?"
She lowers her voice, as if speaking conspiratorally. "I think as long as he gets a title, and you listen to his overblown stories, he's going to let Torrin do all the work running the place."
"Aye, Chief Foreman. I like that title." Dremlie says as the rest nod in agreement. "Right then. You convince Don Jon to promote Torrin to Chief Forman (AKA Assistant to the Regional Manager) and, provided he's healed of the curse, we'll play nice with Don Jon." The dwarves laugh as you mention his overblow stories. "Aye, that man would scare at his own shadow more than like."
Your argument was persuasive and you get the sense the dwarves have calmed down and are willing to work with the cowboy.
Meira nods at the dwarves, giving them a smile. She says just one more brief thing to the dwarves in dwarvish
"Thank you. I will talk to him."
She then heads back over to see how the patient is doing. She just catches the words from Sister Garaele about returning to Phandalin and asking Alisandeand Rasziel to accompany her. "Sister, I think all of our group was hoping to get back to Phandalin. Perhaps we could all go together? I don't think we have too much more business here. You really think we can be back tonight?"
She then gives Lyraa brief smile before turning to Don-Jon. "Mister Don-Jon, how are you doing now? I have the utmost confidence that these two fine ladies have you back to near perfect health now." She pauses a moment, also trying to assess for herself how the man is doing. Assuming he seems fine, she continues. "I would also like to have a brief word with you if you would."
"Unfortunately the corridor branches off and continues, there is evidently more to explore before we can ascertain nothing more will come crawling down this way, you should perhaps come up here after all." Rasziel calls down to those below, not particularly keen on investigating these tunnels any further on his own.
(Rasziel would use his telekinesis to draw up any rope from below and hopefully find somewhere to telekinetically tie it up to allow the others and easier climb up the slope.)
Nature Check - 12
Extended Signature
Characters: Bryony Alderleaf (Phandelver and Below) ♦ Vesta Trevelyan (Vecna: Eve of Ruin) ♦ Ada Kendrick (Curse of Strahd) ♦ Gareth Blackwood (Dragon of Icespire Peak)
DM: Baldur's Gate: Descent Into Avernus & Phandalin Adventures
(Meira Persuasion: 10)
Rabbit Sebrica, Sorcerer || Skarai, Monk || Lokilia Vaelphin, Druid || Vanizi, Warlock || Britari / Halila Talgeta / Jesa Gumovi || Neital Rhessil, Wizard ||
Iromae Quinaea, Cleric || Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer
Zephyros grabs some rope from his pack and waits for Raziel to telekinetically lift it up.
After Raziel secures the (actual) rope this time, Ironheart swiftly scales upward.
Athletics: 20
OOC- Rope?! Whoops! Guess I'd better learn to read...
Sorry!
"Hale and hearty, it seems, Mr. Raskin. Our sincere apologies for depriving you of the privilege of delivering the coup de grace." The wizard says, beaming with amusement as Don Jon appears to make a swift recovery.
Gray eyes scan his features, one hand tucked in the small of her back. Alisande eyes Sister Garaele and Lyra sceptically, leaning over to lower her voice. "Are you quite sure his convalescence is complete? I hesitate to issue impugnments about his personal hygiene, having never met the gentleman before, but he seems inordinately... hirsute?"
When Rasziel extends Alisande the invitation to accompany the others on their investigations of the tunnels, she seems torn - hesitant to leave the suspiciously hairy Raskin alone with the clerics, yet anxious to join the exciting hunt for more carrion crawlers. If neither of the healers give her good reason to remain, Alisande begins removing the peculiar broom from her bag, rearranging the avalanche of tomes and scrolls stuffed within.
Lyra can't help laughing at Don-Jon's words. "Of course, Master Juan ! Naturally, you could have handled that—and so much more!" she exclaims, then turns to Sister Garaele, her smile bright as the sun. Raising her hand toward the elder cleric, she adds, "Hell yeah, sister! Uhm… I mean… well, you know what I mean, right?" If allowed, she high-fives Sister Garaele, completely forgetting the proper decorum for addressing a senior cleric.
Noticing that most of the party has already left, the halfling turns to Gareth and Alisande. "Where has everyone gone? Is something wrong? Should we accompany them, perhaps?"
Listening to Alisande's measured speech, the halfling thinks to herself, "My, this lady speaks with such nobility!" She begins to reply in her usual fashion, "Uhm, yeah, he—" then pauses, attempting to adopt a more refined tone to match the wizard's. "Indeed. I do believe he is thoroughly recovered. I .. ah... discern no reason for concern." (ooc: he does look fine, doesn't he? Just... hairy?)
When Alisande begins removing the broom from her bag, Lyra watches wide-eyed. What is she going to do with that!? Sweep the mine's floor, perhaps? How peculiar!
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Auriel | Shenua | Arren | Lyra
Rasziel and Zephyros,
Zephyros easily climbs the slope using a rope secured to a nearby rock face by Rasziel. The two of you explore the tunnel, finding it splits to the east and to the west. The western tunnel leads you back into the room where Don Jon was being held about 10 feet above where Don Jon, Sister Garaele, Lyra, and Alisande loiter and where Gareth is securing a trophy from the carrion crawler. The eastern passage leads out of the mine to a ridgeline overlooking a makeshift cemetery with pickaxes and helmets as makeshift headstones. The tunnel is quiet aside from the noise you make as you move.
Gareth,
Most of the monstrosity has been destroyed by the combined assault. However, you are able to secure a single tooth after milking it for a single dose of what you believe is the creatures venom that causes paralysis.
Meira,
The dwarves turn to you as you interject into their conversation, "What do you propose, Mis? We can't let one of them vermin take charge of our mine. Plus, a dwarf should be running the show here. Not some puffed-up cowboy! Torrin should be the mines Overseer!"
Alisande,
Don Jon looks at you, confusion plain on his face, an awkward pause ensues before he says, "Yes, well... not to worry. I've seen my fair share of battles. In fact, I once fought an entire army of goblins and won single handedly. There was another time a once rode a carrion crawler through the underdark. Tamed it myself, I did. Called it Susan. It looked like a Susan to me."
Lyra,
You are confident that Don Jon is healed and no longer has lycanthropy. Sister Garaele returns your smile and even provides her hand for you to high-five. She stands up and helps Don Jon to stand as well before she says, "Well, I should start back to town. I should be able to make it before sundown if I hurry." She asks Alisande, "Will you and Rasziel be accompanying me back to Phandalin to complete your escort contract?"
DM for Tyranny of Dragons and Phandelver and Below, two in-person campaigns that meet weekly on Friday and Saturday nights. DM for Dragons of Icespire Peak Pbp
Meira continues speaking to the dwarves in dwarvish.
"Well, not sure it's fair to call Mr. Don-Jon a vermin," she said. "He was bitten, but I am sure Sister Garaele and Lyra will get him healed real soon. As for Overseer, I'm not sure how that works. I think he represents the owners?" your spoiler here.
She glances at the dwarves for confirmation. "I could talk to him and see if he'd be willing to perhaps be co-Overseers? Or he's Overseer and you're in charge of the dwarves? Chief Foreman or something?"
She lowers her voice, as if speaking conspiratorally. "I think as long as he gets a title, and you listen to his overblown stories, he's going to let Torrin do all the work running the place."
(Persuasion, if needed: 20)
Rabbit Sebrica, Sorcerer || Skarai, Monk || Lokilia Vaelphin, Druid || Vanizi, Warlock || Britari / Halila Talgeta / Jesa Gumovi || Neital Rhessil, Wizard ||
Iromae Quinaea, Cleric || Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer
Meira,
"Aye, Chief Foreman. I like that title." Dremlie says as the rest nod in agreement. "Right then. You convince Don Jon to promote Torrin to Chief Forman (AKA Assistant
to theRegional Manager) and, provided he's healed of the curse, we'll play nice with Don Jon." The dwarves laugh as you mention his overblow stories. "Aye, that man would scare at his own shadow more than like."Your argument was persuasive and you get the sense the dwarves have calmed down and are willing to work with the cowboy.
DM for Tyranny of Dragons and Phandelver and Below, two in-person campaigns that meet weekly on Friday and Saturday nights. DM for Dragons of Icespire Peak Pbp
Meira nods at the dwarves, giving them a smile. She says just one more brief thing to the dwarves in dwarvish
"Thank you. I will talk to him."
She then heads back over to see how the patient is doing. She just catches the words from Sister Garaele about returning to Phandalin and asking Alisande and Rasziel to accompany her. "Sister, I think all of our group was hoping to get back to Phandalin. Perhaps we could all go together? I don't think we have too much more business here. You really think we can be back tonight?"
She then gives Lyra a brief smile before turning to Don-Jon. "Mister Don-Jon, how are you doing now? I have the utmost confidence that these two fine ladies have you back to near perfect health now." She pauses a moment, also trying to assess for herself how the man is doing. Assuming he seems fine, she continues. "I would also like to have a brief word with you if you would."
Rabbit Sebrica, Sorcerer || Skarai, Monk || Lokilia Vaelphin, Druid || Vanizi, Warlock || Britari / Halila Talgeta / Jesa Gumovi || Neital Rhessil, Wizard ||
Iromae Quinaea, Cleric || Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer