Pleased by the happy reunion, the drow still just hoped there was enough of the boy left to fix. "Your daughter is returned to you. She was lured away by a man now residing at the bottom of the lake. A sea hag was in league with the man, and now also feeds the bottom dwelling fish. Is the boy now free to go?" he asks.
Barring objections, which he would then object to, he moves to Alexi, cuts his binds, and gently leads him to Lorelei. The bard looks at her hopefully. "Your healing magic is much more potent than mine. If you have no power left for spells I can stop the bleeding, but he is better in your gentle and capable hands."
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“Let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall.” — Elrond
Luvash continued to hug his daughter, carefully checking her all over for cuts and bruises.
There now Ellis says, let the boy go, he has paid his penance. He nods at Illmirth and Lorelei, chin pointing towards Alexei. I have not been gifted with healing magic, if there is anything you can do? I have a medicine pouch if that would help.
In her Vardo Lysana opens a large cedar chest and pulls out the carefully folded clothes for Crisaryn. A pair of soft leather trousers, with a soft leather tunic embroidered with flowers, and a blouse also embroidered with the same deep red flowers. She reaches further inside and pulls out some underthings. I'm afraid that my feet are larger than yours, here are some soft slippers that will keep your feet warm whilst your boots dry. No I'll not hear of it, the clothes are yours to do with as you will. You never know when you'll need a little finery. She smiles, when you've finished dressing join me outside near the fire to dry off. I'll take your clothes and give them to Maeve our laundress.
The young blonde priestess is fuming over the barbaric treatment of Alexei, but fortunately she is able to refocus as the drow leads the poor boy away from his tormentor. "There, I will make the pain go away now, you just relax." She says softly with a reassuring tone, letting her hands slowly move over the boy's back to heal the many wounds there with their radiant light while quietly praying to the Morninglord.
She looks on and is assured that further assistance isn't needed. She has healing magics of her own but they are not as extensive as that of a true cleric.
Standing to the side she rests and awaits the next task.
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"Sooner or later, your Players are going to smash your railroad into a sandbox."
-Vedexent
"real life is a super high CR."
-OboeLauren
"............anybody got any potatoes? We could drop a potato in each hole an' see which ones get viciously mauled by horrible monsters?"
"It's really too much," she starts, but quickly relents. "But I thank you for your generosity." As Lysana steps out, she starts to peel the cold damp clothes off, trying to neatly fold her dingy colored items into a neat pile. The dry underclothes though are a great improvement, and she quickly pulls on the soft trousers. It takes her a moment to adjust to them, being used to her long shirt, more like a dress, that she always wore. Soon she has the blouse and tunic on, glancing about for a mirror. The brightly colored fabrics, especially the bright red embroidered flowers, are a large contrast to what she normally wears. Though she has to admit they are far more comfortable than her traveling clothes.
There's nothing much to do for her bedraggled hair, especially with the beads that she has woven in. A proper brushing will take some time removing the beads first and then some untangling. She just leaves it. With the new slippers on, she gathers up the wet items along with her boots and slips outside to the fire. "Lysana, these are really lovely. I am in your debt for your kindness."
Now standing near the fire, she finally gives realization to just how cold she had been. She hovers near the flames, reveling in their warmth. "How are the others faring? Will they come back here to join us?"
Illmirth
Pleased by the happy reunion, the drow still just hoped there was enough of the boy left to fix. "Your daughter is returned to you. She was lured away by a man now residing at the bottom of the lake. A sea hag was in league with the man, and now also feeds the bottom dwelling fish. Is the boy now free to go?" he asks.
Barring objections, which he would then object to, he moves to Alexi, cuts his binds, and gently leads him to Lorelei. The bard looks at her hopefully. "Your healing magic is much more potent than mine. If you have no power left for spells I can stop the bleeding, but he is better in your gentle and capable hands."
“Let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall.” — Elrond
Luvash continued to hug his daughter, carefully checking her all over for cuts and bruises.
There now Ellis says, let the boy go, he has paid his penance. He nods at Illmirth and Lorelei, chin pointing towards Alexei. I have not been gifted with healing magic, if there is anything you can do? I have a medicine pouch if that would help.
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In her Vardo Lysana opens a large cedar chest and pulls out the carefully folded clothes for Crisaryn. A pair of soft leather trousers, with a soft leather tunic embroidered with flowers, and a blouse also embroidered with the same deep red flowers. She reaches further inside and pulls out some underthings. I'm afraid that my feet are larger than yours, here are some soft slippers that will keep your feet warm whilst your boots dry. No I'll not hear of it, the clothes are yours to do with as you will. You never know when you'll need a little finery. She smiles, when you've finished dressing join me outside near the fire to dry off. I'll take your clothes and give them to Maeve our laundress.
Lorelei Dawnwarden
The young blonde priestess is fuming over the barbaric treatment of Alexei, but fortunately she is able to refocus as the drow leads the poor boy away from his tormentor. "There, I will make the pain go away now, you just relax." She says softly with a reassuring tone, letting her hands slowly move over the boy's back to heal the many wounds there with their radiant light while quietly praying to the Morninglord.
(Cure wounds 1st level: 18 )
Illmirth
The bard offers Lorelei a soft, sweet smile. "I knew he would be in good hands," he says softly to her.
“Let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall.” — Elrond
Alerya
She looks on and is assured that further assistance isn't needed. She has healing magics of her own but they are not as extensive as that of a true cleric.
Standing to the side she rests and awaits the next task.
"Sooner or later, your Players are going to smash your railroad into a sandbox."
-Vedexent
"real life is a super high CR."
-OboeLauren
"............anybody got any potatoes? We could drop a potato in each hole an' see which ones get viciously mauled by horrible monsters?"
-Ilyara Thundertale
Crisaryn Melkial
"It's really too much," she starts, but quickly relents. "But I thank you for your generosity." As Lysana steps out, she starts to peel the cold damp clothes off, trying to neatly fold her dingy colored items into a neat pile. The dry underclothes though are a great improvement, and she quickly pulls on the soft trousers. It takes her a moment to adjust to them, being used to her long shirt, more like a dress, that she always wore. Soon she has the blouse and tunic on, glancing about for a mirror. The brightly colored fabrics, especially the bright red embroidered flowers, are a large contrast to what she normally wears. Though she has to admit they are far more comfortable than her traveling clothes.
There's nothing much to do for her bedraggled hair, especially with the beads that she has woven in. A proper brushing will take some time removing the beads first and then some untangling. She just leaves it. With the new slippers on, she gathers up the wet items along with her boots and slips outside to the fire. "Lysana, these are really lovely. I am in your debt for your kindness."
Now standing near the fire, she finally gives realization to just how cold she had been. She hovers near the flames, reveling in their warmth. "How are the others faring? Will they come back here to join us?"
Rabbit Sebrica, Sorcerer || Skarai, Monk || Lokilia Vaelphin, Druid || Britari / Halila Talgeta / Jesa Gumovi || Neital Rhessil, Wizard || Iromae Quinaea, Cleric
Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer || Bronnryn Hethgar, Cleric