Aside from shooting Misha and Allynnaa mildly disapproving looks, Apeska finds a wall to sit against, and casually starts polishing off the remains of his smokeable over the course of the rest. That, and whatever few makeshift bandages he had in his pack gets applied for good measure. As relaxed as he tried to become/appears, he keeps a closer eye on the feuding woman, and would more pointedly step in between them should any get any 'bright' ideas about fisticuffs.

If this meant attempting to grabbing them both by the ear, and glaring at them with a look of more fatherly disapproval, Yoska wasn't about it! Trying, at least, prior to no doubt getting beat up for it.

(I could be wrong, but between the remaining temp and the damage taken, literally spending even one of the ape's hit die will restore it to full. So doing that. And since wild shape lasts 2 hours now, yoska remains an Ape after it!)

Misha stood guard, her hand on her hammer, gripping it so tight her knuckles were white. She wore her shield and held it close, as if instinctively protecting herself from something. Anger boiled inside her, threatening to erupt in fury that she could barely contain. She stared off into the distance, silent, fuming. The backtalk from Allynna made her want to crush something, preferably her, with her bare hands, and the yelling from Amelia filled her with sadness. A cocktail of emotions showed on her face and made it red like her hair, and her green eyes narrowed as she swam in a stew of her frustration. She swore she wouldn't launch her into the stratosphere, and Misha was a woman of her word. The bottom line was, none of them understood where she was coming from, no one understood her point of view.

She fought against her innate personal and military code, her honor, and it was difficult. It was being tested. She wanted nothing more than to break that woman in half..and she closed her eyes to try and think of something else, anything else, but she couldn't.

As soon as the mission was done, she would return home, be done with it all, and think nothing of this again.

Nok Nok looked upon the others with a bit of amusement. The arguing was something he'd grown accustomed to during his time among other goblinoids. As the others seemed to be taking advantage of the time to rest and tend to their wounds, the goblin moved to sit near Misha, pulling his book from his pack and flipping through it. Sensing the woman's seething anger, he begrudgingly attempts to soothe her savage spirit. "So, Missus Meesha....what is squire and why you think Nok one?" he asks coyly, while continuing to read through his book. "Squire like hero?"

It was the little green man who read books. Misha was quiet for a few moments to get her anger and frustration under control.

"Squire?" she asked. "Ah. A Oruzhenosets." She said in her native language. "Ees like..attendant to more powerful warrior." she explained, staring off into the catacombs, secretly hoping another wave of devils would appear so she could empty the fire in her chest into something in a violent way. "Een a way, eet ees someone who carries the weight of something for someone else. When Misha first see you een woods, you hed huge backpack, thought to myself, why not carry a few more things. To Misha was funny joke. But, Misha do not need someone to carry her theengs. Besides, Misha no see you as servant, either, see you as someone brave - you are someone who can already bear the weight of others on your shoulders, you do not need to carry Misha's hammer and shield to prove it to me, or to yourself. For thet, yes. You are hero." She glanced down and looked at Nok with a stern face, hoping he understood. "However, need to work on your aim." after a few moment, the smallest curve of a smile appeared on her mouth, and she turned back her attention to the catacombs.

Allynna thought long and hard during the rest. Eventually, she looked up and spoke, making sure her words were loud enough to be heard by Misha as well as the rest of the group. "I would like to apologize. I have been a difficult party member for the past while, and while I will not take all blame onto myself, I do acknowledge that a fair share of it is mine." She takes a deep breath. "I'm clearly causing trouble here, and that was...never my intention, I promise. However, I am aware of the fact that I'm the problem here. Therefore, if you all no longer wish to travel with me, I will bear you no ill will. When you move on, I'll either remain here to help the civilians in High Hall or strike out on my own in the city, I don't know. But I don't want to keep traveling with you all if I'm going to keep causing problems."

(OOC: I'm putting this here so that the people who check the Discord less regularly see it as well. I'm not loving how Allynna's going right now. She was not intended to be this controversial of a character, and the constant fighting is clearly causing IC problems as well as generally stressing me out (not because of anything anyone else has done, but because I'm neither good at nor enjoy playing angry characters). I'm also getting a sense that OOC frustration with her is starting to occur (although I may be waaay off the mark on that one). So basically, I'm considering having her make a graceful exit from the group. I'm aware that it would likely spell the end of playing in this particular campaign for me, but I'm just not having fun with her anymore, and I really don't want to cause problems OOC or keep causing them IC. I'm totally willing to have the actual conversation about this in Discord, just wanted to start it here so that it didn't get lost in anything. Again, I wish to reiterate that this is none of your faults. I created this character how she is, and nobody saw the Shield thing coming when I was making her, lol. The events in the adventure have just affected her in a way to which she's taken a large left turn from where I had her planned to go. If she ends up leaving, I'll keep spectating the campaign-we've got some really cool characters and story going on-and possibly even (with permission, of course) post an epilogue for Allynna once you finish the campaign. But again, I don't want to keep playing her if she will-as it seems likely-keep on creating problems.)

Nok chuckles and then shrugs. "Maybe I hit what I aim at without you knowing," he says with a wink. "Sometimes, people need a knock upside the head to get them back on track. Nok provide that service." He chuckles again. "Nok no hero, but thank you for kind words," he says. "Nok just doing what needs to be done." He closes his book and stands. "Me thinks that's what we all do, no?" He stretches on his tip toes to pat her shoulder. "We just all do it in different ways." He returns his book to his pack, slinging it over his shoulder. "And," he says with a feigned offense. "Pack not too big. It just big enough." He winks again before readying to move on.

Misha watched Nok walk away, intrigued and mildly surprised he contained such wisdom for something so..green.

Cory Short rest: 13
Amy Short rest: 15

(Good numbers!)

Corrin decided to let her mom have some time alone. It wasn't often that her mom had blew a fuse like that, but when it happened, it was scary. So she settled with Jill when the question to her was proposed.

"It was okay..." Corrin said quietly, bringing her knees to her chest. "Mama was and still is very loving to me. I dunno my papa, and I dunno what mama is gonna do when we find 'im..." Her face goes solemn but she continues anyway. "But, um, school wasn't easy... I didn't have a lot of friends.... well... at all actually. They didn't like me cause of my race. They called me a devil spawn, made fun of me, but the last straw was when they..." The tiefling chokes up a little bit, the memory still fresh in her mind.

"They pushed and held me down 'n... they cut my hair. I ran home crying, then mama saw me... she was furious. I-I expected her to-to do something, like talk to the parents or... something, but no. She grabs a pair of scissors 'n cuts her hair off too... Then says we're gonna look for dad." Corrin shrugs a bit. "Being out on the road isn't easy, but mama is there to protect me. She taught me how to protect myself, a-and if I had a choice of the road or going back to school, I'd stay on the road. We met some really cool people, like you, Nok Nok, n' Yoska..." The girl then looks between Misha and Allynna then frowns. "I don't want them to fight anymore..."

When they had decided to take a short break, Amelia had gone off somewhere to sit down and breathe off the irritation she felt deep down. She didn't understand too much of what exactly was going on with the two women (as when the whole thing went down from the start, she had taken Corrin away to keep the young girl occupied), and she honestly believed it would smooth over eventually and the two could co-exist without an issue. Now she sees how really wrong she was.

After Allynna's words reached her ears, the fighter sighs and gets up from her place.

"I think this whole issue can be fixed if we all just... Talk about it, you know? No threats, no getting too into it, just... Talking." Amelia's eyes go to Misha. "I know you're angry, and you'd probably want nothing more than to beat Allynna to a pulp, but I want you to put that aside. Your anger, your pride, your hammer..." Her face goes more serious as she says this, telling the red head she's dead serious, but she goes on, her eyes going between the two of them. "You two are smart, strong, women and I am glad to have met the two of you, but I am so disappointed in the fact that you both are being so childish about this. The threats are ridiculous. The arguing? In the middle of a battle? Seriously? Misha, you should know better, as should you Allynna. Call me an idiot, but do we really want the enemy to see how dysfunctional we are in a fight?"

"I want you two to talk, I'll play mediator. Whoever wants to start can, but I want not a peep from the other until that person is done talking, okay? Everyone else can give their two copper after the two ladies are finished. If this doesn't work then... We'll cross that bridge if we get to it."

Apeska is a fairly simple-minded druid at the end of the day. So, while he did listen respectfully to the end, after he strides over, stand up tall so he stood a head above her, and pats her shoulder with comforting grin... But then his expression suddenly turns deadpanned as he tries to flicker her forehead. With a grunt, he makes a motion to his head, and then some drifting gestures away from it, as if to say 'That sorta thinking right there? Let it go.'. Whether she seems to get it or not, he then looks to all the civilians at length and furrows his brows.

Turning back to Ally, he gestures off to them, back to her, then to their surroundings in an all encompassing way prior to trying to grasp her shoulder and giving her an ape-ish 'Are you sure you'll be okay here?' kind of look.

Jill is sympathetic when Corrin talks about how she didn't have any friends when she was a kid. "I did not have friends when I was younger either. I was awkward and all of the other children thought that I was weird. My parents were all I had and when they died, I was all by myself for a very long time." She takes one of Corrin's eyes and offers a small smile when she starts to choke up. "But you are not a monster. I have seen many of them and I can tell you that you are too sweet and too cute to be a monster." She hugs Corrin and gives her a small kiss on the forehead. "And if anyone bullies you because you're a Tiefling, I'll punch them in the face. Please do not tell Madame Amelia I said that. I am sure that she would not approve of me starting fights." She puts a finger to her lips and giggles a bit.

"But in all seriousness, we are here for you and will not let anyone treat you unfairly. Me, Monsieur Yoska, Nok Nok, and the rest, we like you too." Jill thinks for a second when she mentions that she'd rather live on the road than go back to being bullied at school. "Honestly, living on the road is not bad if you have some coin and the ability to defend yourself. The main issue for me was that I was all alone. But you have your mother to watch out for you and care for you and perhaps if she is willing, she would allow me to travel with you, as I will be going back on the road as soon as we have finished with this unpleasant devil business." She frowns when Corrin mentions how she wishes that Allynna and Misha wouldn't fight. "I do not want them to fight either. I do not enjoy how they have been angry ever since we left Baldur's Gate."  

"I greatly and truly appreciate what you are trying to do, Amelia. Personally, I am very sorry eef Misha made you upset." Misha said, trying to be as civil as possible. "But, I have nothing to say, or to add, to Allynna. I well remain quiet from now on, and not cause trouble. I weesh to get thees business over as soon as possible, so Misha can return home to her own peeple..who understand." She did not say another word on the subject after that.

Amelia’s eyebrow twitched in annoyance at Misha’s words, but instead of blowing up about it, she just says; “If that’s how you feel then so be it, but please remember that we’re not going to understand if you don’t talk to us about it. Not just her.” She then looks to Allynna, her hands at her hips. “Anything to say then?”

Jill perks up a little bit when Misha says that she'll stop fighting, but her heart sinks when she hears Misha talk about how she wants to go home and be with her people. That did not go as I hoped it would. She looks back at Corrin. "I was not being too forward by wondering if your mother would allow me to travel with the two of you, was I? It is just that, uh, I have been wandering around by myself for a few years and I would like to at least wander the world with people that I consider to be friends." She shrugs. "I at least hope that you feel better knowing that I think you are wonderful and will not allow anyone to treat you as if you are not."

Allynna takes a deep breath. "Just this-when Gargauth made his offer, I was alone in a world that hated me, and trapped in a situation that to me at the time, seemed like the end of the world. I'm not saying that excuses my choice, but I am saying that I will not apologize for doing what seemed to me only what would keep me safe at little risk. I thought Gargauth was just an exiled prince, he cast himself as a tragic fairy tale character and I was young and naive enough to buy the whole thing." She blinks back a few quick tears, shaking her head quickly to banish them. "I wish that you would help me understand your anger, Misha, because to me it seems irrational and high-handed, but I will not press the issue. If you say you have reasons, I will trust that your anger with me is justified. I truly apologize for any pain I caused you, either by my betrayal or your continued cooperation with me." She glances at the others, continuing, "I turned on Gargauth and trapped him before we came down here. The part of him that was speaking to me is now under my control, rather than the other way around. I understand if that's little comfort to some or all of you, given my past actions. But it's the truth, which I owe you all at this point, and you have my word-whatever value you place on it-that he's not getting out while I live-and elves live a very long time." She looks down at her hands. "That was...a great deal more than I intended to say at the start of this conversation. But now it's there."

From her shoulder, Riannis flickers into view long enough to give Amelia a grateful look before he goes invisible again.

Irrational and high handed. That's how she saw my anger. Misha remained quiet. What was the point? Misha wanted to explain, but instead decided it would be a waste. It would create more backtalk and sarcasm, and so..she was quiet. She let the frustration and annoyance boil deep, deep inside her like an infection. She could feel the heat. Good. More fuel to kill devils. So she remained quiet.

Meep, who had been quiet about this debacle until now, clears her throat and looks between Misha and Allynna. "Personally, If I may. I believe this whole arguement is childish. What's done is done. I'm sure we all make mistakes, especially when we're in tough situations. And as someone who can see both sides of the arguement, I understand your need in trust Misha. And I know Allynna broke your trust in her. She made some bad choices. However, I do not think we as a party can get through all of this with you both at each other's throats the whole time. You can have your differences, your mistrust, but Please... At least TRY to work together? The threats, insults, and arguing from either side make you no better than each other OR better than the normal bully.  If you can't work together, then there is no hope of us getting through all this. I agree with Amelia. We CANNOT show weakness in our party. That is something any enemy with even the slightest intelligence will use against us and it will be our downfall. So whether you like it or not, you're stuck here, with the people here, and there's no changing that. So I implore you to get over your petty differences and focus on the task at hand. If you can't do that, you're just dead weight on the rest of the party." Despite any look she gets, Meep stands her ground, her head held high as she looks at both the (much taller) women. 

Amelia listens intently to Allynna's words, her eyes quickly darting to see how Misha was reacting, and it was clear it wasn't going well. This whole thing was fruitless. After Meep said her part, Amelia raises a hand to stop anyone from continuing forth. "You and I are more similar than I thought; both fed lies from those who picked us up when we were low, only thing was my husband was a worshipper of Asmodeus, not a devil himself." She places a hand gently on the woman's shoulder and lowers her voice. "It must have been hard to have done what you have done, but you were very brave in doing so." Her blue eyes then look over to Misha. "You can lead a horse to water but you cannot force them to drink."

She sucks in a breath and drops her hand from Allynna's shoulder. "I'll leave the decision up to you whether you wish to stay or not. I'm sorry about... all of this." She turns her back from the others. "Let's just go."

Corrin gets up from her place and helps up Jill, holding her hand as she pulls her to follow behind her mother. "No, I think mama would like that."

"Really? Mon Dieu, that would be wonderful!" Jill smiles as Corrin pulls her into step with Amelia, giddy at the possibility of having long-term travel companions. She makes a mental note to ask Amelia if she could join at a time when she's in a better mood.

Unaware of what has transpired over the previous few hours, Persephone reappears from the shadows, claps her hands, and announces "All right!  There's devils to pack up and send on their way home.  Chop-chop!"

Pherria says, "Grand Duke Ravengard took a group of guards to the city’s grand cemetery to investigate the proliferation of undead in that area. He was also hoping that a holy relic in the cemetery chapel called the Helm of Torm’s Sight might provide some awareness into Elturel’s dire circumstances and possible salvation. We expected Ravengard back hours ago. I am now worried that some terrible fate has befallen the duke! Please search the cemetery for Ravengard and his retinue."

THE GRAND CEMETERY

To the west of High Hall is the Grand Cemetary. The ten-foot-high brass fence that once surrounded Elturel’s cemetery has fallen in numerous places, and a wide gate allowing access to the grounds has been torn from its hinges. Severed humanoid body parts adorn the spikes atop the fence posts. Some of the body parts wriggle and writhe as if undead, twitching in concert with the lightning flashes of the Companion.

Cracked gravestones and crumbling monuments are scattered across the cemetery grounds, whose center is occupied by a chapel dedicated to Lathander, Torm, Helm, and Tyr. That once-holy structure now glows with a fetid purple radiance.

G1 - THE WALK OF BRAVERY

Carved pillars resembling heroes of Elturel’s past decorate this white marble patio leading into the main chapel. The dark mahogany doors are ajar, and the remains of the patio’s windows have spread shattered stained glass everywhere. DC 10 Intelligence (History): ?????

G2 - THE CHAPEL OF LIGHT

The once-beautiful main area of the chapel is littered with broken furnishings and splintered chairs. The stained-glass windows have all been smashed, though one remains mostly intact where it’s fallen whole to the floor. It depicts a representation of the god Torm placing a golden helm on the head of a man kneeling before him.

G3 - THE CHAPEL OF MOURNING

The smashed remnants of fine furniture and the remains of stained-glass windows are strewn across this area. Sections of one huge stained-glass window remain intact, enough so that its subject can still be made out. The window once portrayed Lathander standing amid fallen soldiers, holding his hands aloft as the spirits of the dead rise to stand at his side. You can hear fighting coming from G4.

G4 - VESTMENT CHAMBER

Three curtained archways connect this chamber to the other areas of the chapel. Shattered wardrobes and dressing tables, as well as a number of smashed mirrors, suggest that this was once where priests prepared for their daily services. Spiral stairs leading down are guarded by two huge devilish creatures with insectoid features currently locked in combat with a man who looks like a very powerful knight.