Satisfied with your answers the shade turns to gaze upon Rachus and the Wizard.
All around you the spirits of this temple have stopped in their wandering and have turned to watch. The air grows still and cold and you can see your breath steaming before you as you exhale. Rachus with detect magic still active you can see the build up of magical energy in the room though the balance now seems to be tipping more toward radiant than necrotic.
Rachus looks solemn and says, "I swear to you that I will see this to the end" His thoughts are of his family should this darkness spread across the land.
A flicker of a smile touches the spirit's lips, and she reaches down, her translucent fingers passing through the petals of the wreath you offer her Skritch. She lifts them from the cold stone of her tomb. She holds the blossoms to her breast, and a sense of peace seems to settle over the room.
Slowly, her form begins to thin and grow indistinct, the spectral light that defines her dimming as she drifts backward toward her final rest. Around the chamber, you see the other spirits, a silent, fading company, following her lead. They are retreating to their eternal slumber, a quiet tide receding from the shores of the living world.
At last, only the flowers remain, suspended in the air above the sarcophagus. They begin to shine with an inner light, a soft and holy radiance that swells until it is too bright to behold. The light breaks apart, shattering into five distinct motes that drift out from the tomb, each seeking its own master.
"Take my blessing with you," you hear the voice of Pelgara echo around the chamber, "...and call upon me in the moment of your greatest need."
As you each clutch the mote of light that hangs before you, you find a single white flower in your hand, blessed by the spirit.
OOC: Each of you can add the "holy flower" as a custom item to you inventory and in a time of need you can use it to "ask for help". You may choose the skill check (DC 15) and the check you choose will determine the nature of the response. After a single use the flower will crumble into dust.
At last the room grows quiet and the magical lights are extinguished.
"Well," Jemile speaks to you all at last sounding a little shaken, "...that was more eventful than I expected. It seems you know something of the troubles that have disturbed these spirits?"
Skritch uses Druidcraft to make a heroic flower belt with the blessed Holy Flower as the buckle.
He is perfectly aware that this is structurally unsound, sartorially speaking. He knows the belt will fall apart should he ever use Pelgara's blessing. However, since he doesn't wear pants, he's not really fussed by his belt's in-built obsolescence.
Skritch shuffles in front of her then straightens to stare up at her floating, ethereal form.
"I know not how we might do it. But we," and here he scruffs Sunhill behind one ear, "we will, er, give it our all. I swear."
And then Skritch bows. Super low.
Satisfied with your answers the shade turns to gaze upon Rachus and the Wizard.
All around you the spirits of this temple have stopped in their wandering and have turned to watch. The air grows still and cold and you can see your breath steaming before you as you exhale. Rachus with detect magic still active you can see the build up of magical energy in the room though the balance now seems to be tipping more toward radiant than necrotic.
DM - Caves of the Kobold Slave Masters
I swear on every fiber of magic that is in me, my staff and my honor. I will persue the task till my last breath
Rachus looks solemn and says, "I swear to you that I will see this to the end" His thoughts are of his family should this darkness spread across the land.
A flicker of a smile touches the spirit's lips, and she reaches down, her translucent fingers passing through the petals of the wreath you offer her Skritch. She lifts them from the cold stone of her tomb. She holds the blossoms to her breast, and a sense of peace seems to settle over the room.
Slowly, her form begins to thin and grow indistinct, the spectral light that defines her dimming as she drifts backward toward her final rest. Around the chamber, you see the other spirits, a silent, fading company, following her lead. They are retreating to their eternal slumber, a quiet tide receding from the shores of the living world.
At last, only the flowers remain, suspended in the air above the sarcophagus. They begin to shine with an inner light, a soft and holy radiance that swells until it is too bright to behold. The light breaks apart, shattering into five distinct motes that drift out from the tomb, each seeking its own master.
"Take my blessing with you," you hear the voice of Pelgara echo around the chamber, "...and call upon me in the moment of your greatest need."
As you each clutch the mote of light that hangs before you, you find a single white flower in your hand, blessed by the spirit.
OOC: Each of you can add the "holy flower" as a custom item to you inventory and in a time of need you can use it to "ask for help". You may choose the skill check (DC 15) and the check you choose will determine the nature of the response. After a single use the flower will crumble into dust.
At last the room grows quiet and the magical lights are extinguished.
"Well," Jemile speaks to you all at last sounding a little shaken, "...that was more eventful than I expected. It seems you know something of the troubles that have disturbed these spirits?"
DM - Caves of the Kobold Slave Masters
Skritch uses Druidcraft to make a heroic flower belt with the blessed Holy Flower as the buckle.
He is perfectly aware that this is structurally unsound, sartorially speaking. He knows the belt will fall apart should he ever use Pelgara's blessing. However, since he doesn't wear pants, he's not really fussed by his belt's in-built obsolescence.