Arthasis snapped out of his deep and dreamless slumber by the kick of an angry kuo-toa. He didn't understand a word the creature was saying but the warlock felt searing rage building inside of him. Nobody will treat him like this. He jumped out of the bed focusing his golden eye on the assailant. "You have one chance to apologize worthless creature! One chance.",he shouted back at him not caring if this thing could understand him. Intimidation with Guidance27
The anger was almost overwhelming and rather unlike him. Arthasis had changed and he liked it.
The younger kou-toa didn't even bother to look at you, most likely the lack of understanding was mutual. The Archpreist however, raised his hand in a 'Hold On' fashion as he attempted to wrestle his son into submission. The archpreist had major magical power, however physically, he was lacking.
Immotichey wakes in the middle of the night to a roar sounding like it was coming from somewhere below them. He sits up and looks around to see if anyone else has heard. Catching Crispy's eye, he gives her a nod. "That did not sound pleasant."
After waking in the middle of the night, the lizardman was even more on edge when the kick comes to his ribs a time later. Being roused in such a manner when he thought he was in a more-or-less safe resting place, causes his instincts to kick in. His jaws immediately snap out at the offending leg.
Bite Attack: 5 Damage: 2
Seeing the two kuo-toa wrestling on the floor, Immotichey relaxes a bit."What is going on," he shouts and seeing the older archpriest struggling in a wrestling match with his son, the lizardman rushes over to assist to get the younger kuo-toa to the ground.
Evrik jolts awake to a sound below the earth. Noticing Crispy and Immo both awake as well, he whispers, "What in nine hells was that!?"
Now quite alert, his rest is uneasy and though he lies back down is unable to fall asleep. He does however finally doze off ever so slightly right before taking a sharp kick to the ribs. As the shock subsides, he jumps to his feet and grabs his war hammer readying it for a massive swing when he hears the archpriest tell the attacker to halt his kicks. Evrik relaxes a little, but keeps the weapon at the ready in his right hand.
Well that is interesting... I did an edit and it ended as the two posts here! Either roll works, but that was quite odd :-)
Crispy also got kicked, but there were much bigger fish to fry right now. She turns to Evrik, "Nothing good, I can assure you. We should be very aware that once we pull off this "plan" of theirs, to think of ourselves and get the Hells away from this place. Something doesn't feel right."
Cade awoke in the middle of the night as well. After glancing casually to the others to see if they were alright, he stays staring up at the ceiling until the sounds of the others drifting back to sleep could be heard. Only then does he get out of his bed(hammock?), pray quietly for Helm's watchful gaze before climbing back into bed to sleep. Feeling the sharp kick to the side later, Cade instinctively rolls with what little force that was there so that he wound up more or less on his feet, hand axed raised as if ready to strike the offender at a moment's notice.
Letting out a tired sigh in the end, the goblin motion the others a bit closer before saying, "The one that kicked us -- Glooglugogg, if my translation is right -- did not believe us to be necessary. He wanted us out. His fatherrr... convinced him otherwise. That there some sort of pact involved between us and their order, esentially." He glances up to Cora, and warily edges a step away. "One sealed by that dinner and gold from last night." He explains, rubbing his chin.
"Either way, I am with Cora on this. But we need to tread softly. All it takes is one slip with these guys and their pact to have the whole population down on your head." When Cade says that, he gives Arthasis a pointed look. There's some wariness behind it too, especially given the explosive burst. It is also for that reason he hadn't sheathed his axe yet...
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Chubby is snoring like a ripsaw (Perception: 18), but AMAZINGLY wakes up in the middle of the night and hears the far off rumbling. "Grumble, grumble, grumble....what the blazes? That sounds like a purple worm...they used to burrow around my family's cavern, until we took care of 'em rightly..." Rolling back over, he soon fell asleep, back to snoring like a banshee.
It took a good half dozen kicks to wake Chubby in the morn. Finally opening his eyes, he let out a giant yawn, scratched his belly, and stood up. "What's fer breakfast, boys?"
The kuo-toa wrestling on the ground obviously didn't threaten or startle Chubby in the slightest. Just another day at the office!
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Eventually the Archpreist had his son, also lacking physically grappled to the ground, where he began punching him in the face several times, but the Gloog seemed to not really care. His father, the archpreist stopped then, waving dismissively, saying [Undercommon]My son, and my only remaining child. Sometimes, one must flow with the current the sea mother gives us, instead of fighting against them. This is an opportunity that presented itself to us not long after her rise to power.. clearly this is a sign, and I have already formed a pact. I need only you play your part in it. You will do as you did a moment ago, but only for show when the time comes... we will make her believe falsities.
Gloog gives you all a hostile, angry glare but.. ultimately relents. Shuushar, who was the only one not having been assaulted, and clearly having slept peacibly through the nights roar awakens, literally floating to a sitting position, would finally speak once more, after his long silence.
My dear friends, my old colleagues. Let us not fight. Peace is the only true solution, and the final bend in the river of destiny. If we can cut off the head of this cult... peace will once more restore itself here, the fighting will stop. And Sloobloodop will once again be a peaceful hub for all travelers of the underdark. Especially you all, whom helped it happen. Please, I beg of you... My destiny is to bring peace and clarity to my people. Please, help us....
Shuushar then levitated down to the ground, kneeling, albeit awkwardly, placing both of his hands in a spade-like shape, and pressed his head fully to the ground, arms outstretched. He was fully proselytizing himself before you. He was shaking, though you couldn't tell if it was from fear you would not, or some other powerful emotion running through him. Even as Shuushar does, Gloog would stamp out, proclaiming I will help with this charade only because it will help restore the sea mother to her rightful place. Then, he walked out the door.
Shuushar would continue to bow until you made your decisions.
Regardless of what you choose, the archpreist would tell you that breakfast would be made soon, but that he wanted to show you the shrine of the sea mother, the glory, and pride of his faction, to help you understand the kou-toa better, and that should you help, he would add any one request from each of you, so long as he could provide it, to the reward he had already promised.
Breeeekfayast will be ready within an hour, plenty of time to show you our civilizations history, so that we may bond a bit. Those who would, come with me. We have only half a day before the plan will be enacted, as they always sacrifice by three after midday. With that, the archpreist Ploop would saunter out, welcoming any who would come with him. The rest could stay inside, or head to the docks to barter for boats, if they wished, otherwise nothing eventful happens except the slowly growing scent of food being prepared (you may free RP with eachother if you stay.)
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Anyone who went with the archpreist Ploop would not have to go far, as the shrine was a swift walk away from his residence.
Ploop led those who came to A nine-foot-tall statue. Its body is roughly carved from some kind of wood in the shape of a humanoid female, its head and forearms formed from the severed head and claws of a giant albino crayfish. These parts are lashed on with strands of gut, and emit an overpowering stench of rotting shellfish. Shells, brightly colored stones, mushrooms, and rotting fish are piled at the statue’s feet and strung in garlands around its neck. Four stern kuo-toa slowly circle the statue, alert and on guard, while a few others mill about, gazing up at the statue and bowing repeatedly while chanting. You see Gloog, his son here as well, doing much the same as the rest.
Around it, you see twelve kou-toa, each of them bringing various objects of seemingly no importance, and offering them at the feet of the sea mothers shrine. One especially devout follower would run up to the feet, slide on his knees as he punched his own throat, forcing himself to spew up bile. The rest of the kou-toa rang out the equivalent of an 'amen' and fell to worshipping for several moments, before going back to their own personal forms of worship. One kou-toa however, wielded a boomerang, and ran at te bile like a mad bull. He flung the boomerang wide, before diving into the bile much like a backyard waterslide, his face slamming into the statue with force, knockign several of his sharp teeth out, and another ring of praise was heard.
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The boomerang flew wildly through the air, eventually making it's way back, and knocking out one of the other worshippers, who was swiftly dragged away to recover.
You too, must make an offering, lest you go into this without the blessing of the sea mother and her protection. She is a goddess of scavengers, any trinket no matter how trivial is acceptable, however, the more personal it is the greater your reward shall be from her boon!
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Chubby can be seen taking huge gulps of air and swallowing them as he walks up to the goddess statue. He grabs one of his handaxes, and places it in a conspicuous place near the base of the statue, and then bends over and falls to one knee as if to wretch, and lets out a belch that lasts 8 seconds long (Performance: 10).
His performance was acceptable, as he made it appear that he just heaved up the contents of his stomach more than anyone else has done in decades. Surely, this is a honorable and noteworthy sacrifice to the sea goddess.
Chubby then stands back up (shaking the entire time, like a sick old lady), and walks back to the rest of the crew standing there, mouths agape, watching his performance.
Arthasis managed to regain his calm after the archpriest's son was finally out of sight. This little episode revealed a major problem to the Warlock. These people neither respected nor feared him, a situation that had to change as soon as possible. The underdark would learn to dread his name if necessary. He would bleed this place for every last bit of treasure and maybe more.
He joined the the archpriest on the walk towards the sea mother's shrine, watching in disgust as Chubby performed his offering. At first Arthasis was reluctant to make a sacrifice himself but then he thought of something fitting the occasion to mark this new chapter in his journey to greatness. He approached the statue carefully avoiding the previous "offerings" and then removed his dagger from the scabbard, the one with which the Warlock removed his own eye. It was still covered with dried blood and remnants of his eye. He placed it unceremoniously at the statue's feet. "Have fun with it.", he muttered before turning his back and returning to the others.
Crispy went with Chubby and Chubdreth to the shrine. She looked it over, and while she did, also looked around for any possible escape paths. The noise that she detected made her nervous, it was concerning, and even seemed not of this world. She was startled put of her thoughts by Chubby's burp, and noticed how grossed out Arthasis was. She laughed and patted Chubby on the back.
”Something terrible is going to happen. I can feel it.” she whispered to him. "We should do what we promised and get the Hells out of here." Chances are slim we're going to get away just by running, so lets go with the plan and then skedaddle."
She reaches into her pocket and tossed whatever lint was inside at the shrine, not caring two hoots.
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Still quite cautious about this whole episode, since others are seeming to trust this fish, Evrik follows the archpriest to the shine of the Sea Mother. As he hears Chubby's belch, he gets a slight grin on his face. Seeking Guidance from the all mother, he kneels before the shrine mumbles a few words and waves his hands in an inspiring way, then ever so delicately places his Shortsword at the foot of the Sea Mother with as much reverence as possible. (Persuasion18)
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The gaseous emissions from Chubby have already become commonplace in their short time of traveling together, and this performance at the shrine draws little reaction from Immotichey. He continues to watch as the others in his group make their offerings. Not having much in the way of personal possessions on him the druid begins to worry when his time comes to make an offering.
He slowly approaches the shrine and kneels down before it - avoiding as much as possible the vomit that has been spilled. He begins to wave his hands in a circle around one another, and a vaporous, green orb of light begins to form in the space between. He pushes his arms before himself causing the orb to approach the statue, growing in size as it does so - to almost humanoid size. As the orb gets closer to the shrine, it begins to split multiple times and the shapes begin to swirl in a circle becoming more oval, with an occasional darting of one of the smaller orbs. When it comes to rest before the shrine the druid as offered up a Healing Spirit in the form of an appetizing school of fish for the Sea Mother.
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Perception 8
Arthasis snapped out of his deep and dreamless slumber by the kick of an angry kuo-toa. He didn't understand a word the creature was saying but the warlock felt searing rage building inside of him. Nobody will treat him like this. He jumped out of the bed focusing his golden eye on the assailant. "You have one chance to apologize worthless creature! One chance.", he shouted back at him not caring if this thing could understand him. Intimidation with Guidance 27
The anger was almost overwhelming and rather unlike him. Arthasis had changed and he liked it.
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The younger kou-toa didn't even bother to look at you, most likely the lack of understanding was mutual. The Archpreist however, raised his hand in a 'Hold On' fashion as he attempted to wrestle his son into submission. The archpreist had major magical power, however physically, he was lacking.
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"Get him out of my face", Arthasis grunted, debating if it was worth it to Disintegrate them both on the spot.
"Boy, someone woke up on the wrong side of the fish village today." Crispy snorts.
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Perception 20
Immotichey wakes in the middle of the night to a roar sounding like it was coming from somewhere below them. He sits up and looks around to see if anyone else has heard. Catching Crispy's eye, he gives her a nod. "That did not sound pleasant."
After waking in the middle of the night, the lizardman was even more on edge when the kick comes to his ribs a time later. Being roused in such a manner when he thought he was in a more-or-less safe resting place, causes his instincts to kick in. His jaws immediately snap out at the offending leg.
Bite Attack: 5 Damage: 2
Seeing the two kuo-toa wrestling on the floor, Immotichey relaxes a bit."What is going on," he shouts and seeing the older archpriest struggling in a wrestling match with his son, the lizardman rushes over to assist to get the younger kuo-toa to the ground.
Athletics 9
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(DM Perception with Guidance: 23)
Evrik jolts awake to a sound below the earth. Noticing Crispy and Immo both awake as well, he whispers, "What in nine hells was that!?"
Now quite alert, his rest is uneasy and though he lies back down is unable to fall asleep. He does however finally doze off ever so slightly right before taking a sharp kick to the ribs. As the shock subsides, he jumps to his feet and grabs his war hammer readying it for a massive swing when he hears the archpriest tell the attacker to halt his kicks. Evrik relaxes a little, but keeps the weapon at the ready in his right hand.
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Crispy also got kicked, but there were much bigger fish to fry right now. She turns to Evrik, "Nothing good, I can assure you. We should be very aware that once we pull off this "plan" of theirs, to think of ourselves and get the Hells away from this place. Something doesn't feel right."
Perception: 17.
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Goyo - [Tortle]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Sea/Celestial (Libretalia)
Vogan - [Goliath-Hill]Bard - ???(A Dungeon-Delving Campaign Group C)
Jack Vicvan - [Eladrin]Warlock - Archfey
Cade awoke in the middle of the night as well. After glancing casually to the others to see if they were alright, he stays staring up at the ceiling until the sounds of the others drifting back to sleep could be heard. Only then does he get out of his bed(hammock?), pray quietly for Helm's watchful gaze before climbing back into bed to sleep. Feeling the sharp kick to the side later, Cade instinctively rolls with what little force that was there so that he wound up more or less on his feet, hand axed raised as if ready to strike the offender at a moment's notice.
Letting out a tired sigh in the end, the goblin motion the others a bit closer before saying, "The one that kicked us -- Glooglugogg, if my translation is right -- did not believe us to be necessary. He wanted us out. His fatherrr... convinced him otherwise. That there some sort of pact involved between us and their order, esentially." He glances up to Cora, and warily edges a step away. "One sealed by that dinner and gold from last night." He explains, rubbing his chin.
"Either way, I am with Cora on this. But we need to tread softly. All it takes is one slip with these guys and their pact to have the whole population down on your head." When Cade says that, he gives Arthasis a pointed look. There's some wariness behind it too, especially given the explosive burst. It is also for that reason he hadn't sheathed his axe yet...
Goyo - [Tortle]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Sea/Celestial (Libretalia)
Vogan - [Goliath-Hill]Bard - ???(A Dungeon-Delving Campaign Group C)
Jack Vicvan - [Eladrin]Warlock - Archfey
Chubby is snoring like a ripsaw (Perception: 18), but AMAZINGLY wakes up in the middle of the night and hears the far off rumbling. "Grumble, grumble, grumble....what the blazes? That sounds like a purple worm...they used to burrow around my family's cavern, until we took care of 'em rightly..." Rolling back over, he soon fell asleep, back to snoring like a banshee.
It took a good half dozen kicks to wake Chubby in the morn. Finally opening his eyes, he let out a giant yawn, scratched his belly, and stood up. "What's fer breakfast, boys?"
The kuo-toa wrestling on the ground obviously didn't threaten or startle Chubby in the slightest. Just another day at the office!
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
Eventually the Archpreist had his son, also lacking physically grappled to the ground, where he began punching him in the face several times, but the Gloog seemed to not really care. His father, the archpreist stopped then, waving dismissively, saying [Undercommon]My son, and my only remaining child. Sometimes, one must flow with the current the sea mother gives us, instead of fighting against them. This is an opportunity that presented itself to us not long after her rise to power.. clearly this is a sign, and I have already formed a pact. I need only you play your part in it. You will do as you did a moment ago, but only for show when the time comes... we will make her believe falsities.
Gloog gives you all a hostile, angry glare but.. ultimately relents. Shuushar, who was the only one not having been assaulted, and clearly having slept peacibly through the nights roar awakens, literally floating to a sitting position, would finally speak once more, after his long silence.
My dear friends, my old colleagues. Let us not fight. Peace is the only true solution, and the final bend in the river of destiny. If we can cut off the head of this cult... peace will once more restore itself here, the fighting will stop. And Sloobloodop will once again be a peaceful hub for all travelers of the underdark. Especially you all, whom helped it happen. Please, I beg of you... My destiny is to bring peace and clarity to my people. Please, help us....
Shuushar then levitated down to the ground, kneeling, albeit awkwardly, placing both of his hands in a spade-like shape, and pressed his head fully to the ground, arms outstretched. He was fully proselytizing himself before you. He was shaking, though you couldn't tell if it was from fear you would not, or some other powerful emotion running through him. Even as Shuushar does, Gloog would stamp out, proclaiming I will help with this charade only because it will help restore the sea mother to her rightful place. Then, he walked out the door.
Shuushar would continue to bow until you made your decisions.
Regardless of what you choose, the archpreist would tell you that breakfast would be made soon, but that he wanted to show you the shrine of the sea mother, the glory, and pride of his faction, to help you understand the kou-toa better, and that should you help, he would add any one request from each of you, so long as he could provide it, to the reward he had already promised.
Breeeekfayast will be ready within an hour, plenty of time to show you our civilizations history, so that we may bond a bit. Those who would, come with me. We have only half a day before the plan will be enacted, as they always sacrifice by three after midday. With that, the archpreist Ploop would saunter out, welcoming any who would come with him. The rest could stay inside, or head to the docks to barter for boats, if they wished, otherwise nothing eventful happens except the slowly growing scent of food being prepared (you may free RP with eachother if you stay.)
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Anyone who went with the archpreist Ploop would not have to go far, as the shrine was a swift walk away from his residence.
Ploop led those who came to A nine-foot-tall statue. Its body is roughly carved from some kind of wood in the shape of a humanoid female, its head and forearms formed from the severed head and claws of a giant albino crayfish. These parts are lashed on with strands of gut, and emit an overpowering stench of rotting shellfish. Shells, brightly colored stones, mushrooms, and rotting fish are piled at the statue’s feet and strung in garlands around its neck. Four stern kuo-toa slowly circle the statue, alert and on guard, while a few others mill about, gazing up at the statue and bowing repeatedly while chanting. You see Gloog, his son here as well, doing much the same as the rest.
Around it, you see twelve kou-toa, each of them bringing various objects of seemingly no importance, and offering them at the feet of the sea mothers shrine. One especially devout follower would run up to the feet, slide on his knees as he punched his own throat, forcing himself to spew up bile. The rest of the kou-toa rang out the equivalent of an 'amen' and fell to worshipping for several moments, before going back to their own personal forms of worship. One kou-toa however, wielded a boomerang, and ran at te bile like a mad bull. He flung the boomerang wide, before diving into the bile much like a backyard waterslide, his face slamming into the statue with force, knockign several of his sharp teeth out, and another ring of praise was heard.
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The boomerang flew wildly through the air, eventually making it's way back, and knocking out one of the other worshippers, who was swiftly dragged away to recover.
You too, must make an offering, lest you go into this without the blessing of the sea mother and her protection. She is a goddess of scavengers, any trinket no matter how trivial is acceptable, however, the more personal it is the greater your reward shall be from her boon!
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Chubby can be seen taking huge gulps of air and swallowing them as he walks up to the goddess statue. He grabs one of his handaxes, and places it in a conspicuous place near the base of the statue, and then bends over and falls to one knee as if to wretch, and lets out a belch that lasts 8 seconds long (Performance: 10).
His performance was acceptable, as he made it appear that he just heaved up the contents of his stomach more than anyone else has done in decades. Surely, this is a honorable and noteworthy sacrifice to the sea goddess.
Chubby then stands back up (shaking the entire time, like a sick old lady), and walks back to the rest of the crew standing there, mouths agape, watching his performance.
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
Arthasis managed to regain his calm after the archpriest's son was finally out of sight. This little episode revealed a major problem to the Warlock. These people neither respected nor feared him, a situation that had to change as soon as possible. The underdark would learn to dread his name if necessary. He would bleed this place for every last bit of treasure and maybe more.
He joined the the archpriest on the walk towards the sea mother's shrine, watching in disgust as Chubby performed his offering. At first Arthasis was reluctant to make a sacrifice himself but then he thought of something fitting the occasion to mark this new chapter in his journey to greatness. He approached the statue carefully avoiding the previous "offerings" and then removed his dagger from the scabbard, the one with which the Warlock removed his own eye. It was still covered with dried blood and remnants of his eye. He placed it unceremoniously at the statue's feet. "Have fun with it.", he muttered before turning his back and returning to the others.
Crispy went with Chubby and Chubdreth to the shrine. She looked it over, and while she did, also looked around for any possible escape paths. The noise that she detected made her nervous, it was concerning, and even seemed not of this world. She was startled put of her thoughts by Chubby's burp, and noticed how grossed out Arthasis was. She laughed and patted Chubby on the back.
”Something terrible is going to happen. I can feel it.” she whispered to him. "We should do what we promised and get the Hells out of here." Chances are slim we're going to get away just by running, so lets go with the plan and then skedaddle."
She reaches into her pocket and tossed whatever lint was inside at the shrine, not caring two hoots.
Still quite cautious about this whole episode, since others are seeming to trust this fish, Evrik follows the archpriest to the shine of the Sea Mother. As he hears Chubby's belch, he gets a slight grin on his face. Seeking Guidance from the all mother, he kneels before the shrine mumbles a few words and waves his hands in an inspiring way, then ever so delicately places his Shortsword at the foot of the Sea Mother with as much reverence as possible. (Persuasion 18)
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(Ok, seriously, how the **** is everyone rolling nat20s all the god damn time? Crispy's starting to think you mother****ers are cheating.)
The gaseous emissions from Chubby have already become commonplace in their short time of traveling together, and this performance at the shrine draws little reaction from Immotichey. He continues to watch as the others in his group make their offerings. Not having much in the way of personal possessions on him the druid begins to worry when his time comes to make an offering.
He slowly approaches the shrine and kneels down before it - avoiding as much as possible the vomit that has been spilled. He begins to wave his hands in a circle around one another, and a vaporous, green orb of light begins to form in the space between. He pushes his arms before himself causing the orb to approach the statue, growing in size as it does so - to almost humanoid size. As the orb gets closer to the shrine, it begins to split multiple times and the shapes begin to swirl in a circle becoming more oval, with an occasional darting of one of the smaller orbs. When it comes to rest before the shrine the druid as offered up a Healing Spirit in the form of an appetizing school of fish for the Sea Mother.