Gareth slings his bow onto his back and then kneels down next to Lyra and the still form of Don Jon. He squeezes Lyra's shoulder reassuringly before examining Don Jon's limp form. The ranger is afraid the man is dead after that nasty bite from the carrion crawler, but he checks for a pulse just to be sure.
"Apologies, I will be more careful the next time I save someone from being devoured." The young purple-robed dark-haired man with the sinister-looking scar says with a few more coughs. "Now, please, try to calm yourself and let sister Garaele take care of the infected one."
Alisande gives Rasziel a quick, encouraging pat on the shoulder as she strides forward. Evidently tensions were high, given the tragic plight of Don Jon. "Impressive marksmanship. I shall need to examine that particular weave of yours. Its construction is... intriguing." She says thoughtfully, trying to make sense of the warlock's strange incantation in a manner she might be capable of replicating.
With the faintest of shrugs, she proceeds into the room where Don Jon lies prone, a solemn, mildly concerned look etched on her face. She didn't know this individual beyond what Bogin and Foglie had relayed to her, yet she felt sympathy for his predicament. If the poor man had succumbed to the crawler's assault, it was a truly nightmarish way to depart this world. And if his curse had progressed - well, that hardly seemed a palatable outcome either.
Alisande steps back a pace or two, affording Sister Garaele, Gareth andLyra ample room to work. Her gaze is soon drawn by the gruesome carrion crawler and its noxious, seeping wounds. She suppresses a shudder, her stomach tightening with revulsion. One hand rests lightly on the hilt of her sword, ready, should the carrion crawler have any vile spawn burrowed and lurking in the cave's walls.
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Gareth slings his bow onto his back and then kneels down next to Lyra and the still form of Don Jon. He squeezes Lyra's shoulder reassuringly before examining Don Jon's limp form. The ranger is afraid the man is dead after that nasty bite from the carrion crawler, but he checks for a pulse just to be sure.
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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
Rasziel
"Apologies, I will be more careful the next time I save someone from being devoured." The young purple-robed dark-haired man with the sinister-looking scar says with a few more coughs. "Now, please, try to calm yourself and let sister Garaele take care of the infected one."
Alisande gives Rasziel a quick, encouraging pat on the shoulder as she strides forward. Evidently tensions were high, given the tragic plight of Don Jon. "Impressive marksmanship. I shall need to examine that particular weave of yours. Its construction is... intriguing." She says thoughtfully, trying to make sense of the warlock's strange incantation in a manner she might be capable of replicating.
With the faintest of shrugs, she proceeds into the room where Don Jon lies prone, a solemn, mildly concerned look etched on her face. She didn't know this individual beyond what Bogin and Foglie had relayed to her, yet she felt sympathy for his predicament. If the poor man had succumbed to the crawler's assault, it was a truly nightmarish way to depart this world. And if his curse had progressed - well, that hardly seemed a palatable outcome either.
Alisande steps back a pace or two, affording Sister Garaele, Gareth and Lyra ample room to work. Her gaze is soon drawn by the gruesome carrion crawler and its noxious, seeping wounds. She suppresses a shudder, her stomach tightening with revulsion. One hand rests lightly on the hilt of her sword, ready, should the carrion crawler have any vile spawn burrowed and lurking in the cave's walls.