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The Vilemind:
Yaw: With the bone in hand still, I call up to Rattles, "I... I'm ok... There is something strange about this place. The magic... it's unchained... uncontrollable. Be careful, but yes. You can come down."
I massage my raw hand as I walk up to the spot where I saw the draconic figure in the water. Had I imagined it? I crouch down, making small whirlpools with the bone. Something seems off about this water. Something about the way that it moves. Maybe the way that it responds to my touch, or I should say, fails to respond. How can something so familiar be so alien?
Dordis winces as he fails to move into Leshanna's view in time, weakly pushing her aside and rushes towards the vagrant's still body. After examining in pure frustration, anxiety, andapained expression, he stands up while facing towards Leshanna, speaking ina tone that clearly makes him sound as though he is resentful and distressed."Up until now—had you not shot the vagrant—he would have been my lead to finding the Mentor I held dearly within my soul..." Dordis struggles to move themself towards Leshanna, but is now in point-blank range of them, falling to their knees while saying, " You might as well have killed me; had you not reacted on a stupor of impulse, but you may kill me now. Since the vagrant is no longer, I will most likely never be able to find where Soltris has truly gone," Dordis's star pendant now emanates a silver-hue of the galaxies, almost parallel to how Dordis feels unaccomplished and unsuccessful."now tell me, why did you pay no mind to my efforts? I seek my own growth as I also seek anyone else's, yet yours must be perpendicular to my own. I will be accepting my death if you wish to end me now, should you choose to answer."
Dordis is not able to make it in time, the bullet leaving the chamber, almost in slow motion, as he runs. Leshanna keeps her aim steady. Now, instead of timing, we have an entirely different problem...a clashing of Souls...Dordis wills for the information, to find Soltris, to unlock the secrets, but Leshanna wishes to put a stop to this madman. Naturally, since the Soul is the most powerful force, when these sort of things clash, just about anything can happen. So, I have a table for this to decide what happens, boy, this is about to get weird. 7
Ah, interesting, a very simple draw, the chariot, suggesting travel, personal glory, and efficiency. The bullet begins to spin and spin and spin, wildly and wildly, before shooting off much, much faster than before, causing a sonic boom. There's no telling what it will hit, but it was aimed at the Vagrant, so Leshanna wills as much a she can there, but whatever it hits, it will be suitably devestating.
And thus, the Vagrant is slain, a visible hole a few inches across through his body, as he begins to fall down...downward, body hitting hard against the ground. Your turn, Dordis.
Oh, and by the way, everyone just noticed that someone (Azorha) has been watching (you my roll for initiative as well)
"Thank you. Ten times, I might be able to do. A hundred, no. At least not without some great source of wealth I could struggle to win." Iam says both to the shop keeper and himself. "Do you have a normal shield and short sword for sale? I am also looking for a wood carvers or carpenters tool sets." Iam seems to be thinking to himself as he asks about more mundane equipment.
Nessaja - Azhora will cast a frigid beam of blue-white light streaks toward a creature within range. Make a ranged spell attack against the target. On a hit, it takes 1d8 cold damage, and its speed is reduced by 10 feet until the start of your next turn.
"You make no sense." Leshanna says with a frown. "I ended a threat to myself and others." She says as she puts away her rifle. She pushes past the kneeling man and moves to the Vagrant's body to look it over for anything of value or interest. "Maybe you should help me here and see if what you seek can still be found here or not. Maybe he has something on him that will aid you in whatever it is you seek."
"You make no sense." Leshanna says with a frown. "I ended a threat to myself and others." She says as she puts away her rifle. She pushes past the kneeling man and moves to the Vagrant's body to look it over for anything of value or interest. "Maybe you should help me here and see if what you seek can still be found here or not. Maybe he has something on him that will aid you in whatever it is you seek."
Dordis is confused as he is pushed past quite easily, stumbling for a moment and falling on his back. He stands up, dusting himself off before hearing what Leshanna has to say. Clearing his frustration by his best efforts, he carries himself over to the vagrant's body, muttering a sentence of resent while his star pendant glows in a deep-blue hue around the vagrant, pointing out some possible areas for guidance as he investigates the vagrant's torn body.
He pays no mind to Azhora while searching the vagrant, occasionally trying to spark a conversation by looking around with Leshanna to make amends with his impulsive and weak behavior in the situation.
Dordis is confused as he is pushed past quite easily, stumbling for a moment and falling on his back. He stands up, dusting himself off before hearing what Leshanna has to say. Clearing his frustration by his best efforts, he carries himself over to the vagrant's body, muttering a sentence of resent while his star pendant glows in a deep-blue hue around the vagrant, pointing out some possible areas for guidance as he investigates the vagrant's torn body.
He pays no mind to Azhora while searching the vagrant, occasionally trying to spark a conversation by looking around with Leshanna to make amends with his impulsive and weak behavior in the situation.
((I'm guessing Leshanna is going to help while Dordis is searching, so advantage roll just incase: 4))
Noldeme is caught in complete surprise, seeing Nae attacking and then being attacked, she raises her bow and aims, but with the red dragon's words, and simply the fear of a creature as powerful as a dragon, she hesitates. "What are you doing here? We've just come here on a mission, there's no need for further conflict."
Voldred is a new arrival in Resolve, attracted by the rumors he heard about the Tower. He doesn't place much faith in them - rumors are rarely true in his experience - but this is something worth investigating. Voldred has a particular problem something of this caliber might be able to solve. Even if the Tower is a lie, something else might present itself...
Nae, overcome by emotion and desperation, freezes up as the flames rush towards her, they engulf her and as they pass Nae is found lying on the ground, unconscious tears streaking down her face.
Zacharias descends to the ground, the glow around his weapon disappearing. He looks down at Dordis as the sorcerer searches the body. "Who was this?" he asks. "Was it the warlock?" he asks Dordis.
The paladin looks at Azhora. "Greetings in the name of the Aspect of Perseverance." His solemn brown eyes narrow as a small smile appears on his lips. "I am Zacharias."
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Chloro Hills
((Fire Breath Recharge: 4 )
Xamodas the Red is almost surprised when the drow drops, still smoking. Would this stranger have the same second chance he had had? Was there truly an Aspect of Dark Elves in the Enn somewhere, or was she bound for some other fate? The other woman levelled her bow, but did not fire. This time, it seemed, his words had been received.
"Take your friend. She may yet live."
He steps back, somewhat awkwardly as legs bend in yet unfamiliar ways, indicating he would not harry the woman with the bow.
"Whatever your mission is, it is forfeit. There are things you cannot know but I cannot explain. Whatever this drow thought she would find, she was wrong. If you are insistent on trying to unearth something here, conflict will resume."
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Corvidae - Printer's Shop
Liadon relaxes now that it seems that she is catching his drift, but only slightly. "This wouldn't be the first time a corrupt guard has turned on me," he remembers, hiding his anger as he continues the conversation. Even "honor among thieves" has a price tag.
"I need to amend some official documents concerning the construction of a new wing to the home of my betrothed. She is terribly upset with the current builder and would like to find a mason of better talent. Unfortunately, the contract did not include any addenda, so I must get the new forms sealed by a City Official. Of course, I will follow all the proper procedures, but it would be much easier if I had a blank parchment already sealed. Then I could just get the signatures applied and submit the amendments."
Zacharias descends to the ground, the glow around his weapon disappearing. He looks down at Dordis as the sorcerer searches the body. "Who was this?" he asks. "Was it the warlock?" he asks Dordis.
The paladin looks at Azhora. "Greetings in the name of the Aspect of Perseverance." His solemn brown eyes narrow as a small smile appears on his lips. "I am Zacharias."
Dordis willfully continues to search the body, not finding much, but at the word of Zacharias being mentioned, his eyes snap towards Zacharias as he adjusts his eyes. "Zacharias—how, what?" Dordis takes whatever he finds and stores them into his pockets before continuing, "How did you—I thought you were gone after being killed by that entity—it matters to us I believe," Dordis looks over to Areyo and points toward Zacharias to come with them, "that you have come back in such a hasty amount of time; however, you still have to tell me about the process." Dordis wraps his hands around the blue leather notebook now on his hands, taking a quill expertly lodged into the book without leaving a trace of ink, and quickly writes down a note of Zacharias' appearance and comparative differrencr while adding a small addendum to the near end of the page.
Orina takes back the egg gingerly and tucks it away, still feeling a bit uncertain about its powers. Still, at the moment she's more interested in Beau's tale, so she seats herself next to Jogs and listens eagerly.
As Beau relays her story, Orina begins to frown. When Beau reveals her true form, Orina nearly jumps to her feet in surprise. Then she feels her knees tremble and jumping no longer seems like an option when she realizes what Beau is telling them: They have another mission: to find The Continental.
"... that's a lot to take in,"Orina says finally, after some moments of silence. "First of all... I take it from your story, that there aren't that many Wildren left around after the big war. I guess... I wanted to say I'm sorry to hear that. I know it's kind of hard to be left on your own after being surrounded by your people for most of your life. I guess you've gotten past that by now, but still - thanks for trusting us with the title of your people. I hope we can live up to it.
This Archdruid doesn't sound like a very nice guy, to be honest... I mean, if he really cared all that much about nature, he wouldn't have thrown all the animals at an enemy powerful enough to slaughter them with the idea of overruning him with numbers. I'm glad this Lion managed to turn you all into Wildren before that happened, because I bet it would have been a slaughter otherwise. But if you were a general, then... did you ever see the Archdruid yourself? What did he look like? Was sort of a humanoid was he? And did he have a name?
For that matter, what was the Lion like? Was he a human? I'm glad he saved you, but... if he cut up great swaths of the wilds while conquering everything, I guess he wasn't paying very much attention, either. To be honest, I'm a little scared of a sword that might come straight out of the heavens. And, I don't really have a clue as to where to start asking to look for it." Orina looks down. "But if the signs you said are true, we can't just ignore this."
She turns to Jogs and Grr Grr. "After what happened with Finn, I'm pretty sure I wouldn't trust other adventuerers with this information... I'm not even sure it's wise to be asking around about this word by its name, it might raise the wrong kind of attention. But... I do think Tibult and Salmon would help us if we asked. They seemed like nice people. Not like that Winters fellow. Do you think we could ask Rosebush if they had any leads on ancient artifacts? Broken blades or scabbards? ... Maybe they know of an archeologists' guild that might have some useful information for us... I'd like to know your thoughts."
To Hainsley, she asks "What do you think about this, too? Knowing that maybe you were born by this Archdruid's power running off? I know you don't serve anyone evil... you've always tried so hard to help everyone, from these rabbits to us, even after we attacked you in that field. Maybe you'd want to come with us and find out how more about how you got here? It must be related to this search for The Continental."
And finally, she settles back on Beau: "I think it goes without saying that we'll try to maintain the Wildpact, and find The Continental. If you have any information about where we should start looking, really... anything would help!"
Jogs' eyes grow large as the tale unfolds; she notices Orina's tears but now isn't the time to ask. Uncertainty and sorrow show on her face as the facts register: neither side, Lion nor Archdruid, sounds like they were helping or protecting anyone. These Wildren... pawns of two different factions and then abandoned... and a sudden invitation to swear an oath of protection to an abused people... it was all quite a lot for most people bu-
"I'M IN!" shouts Jogs, kneeling before Beau. "I pledge to do whatsoever I may to protect the Wildren and the sanctity of the Broken Blade!" She grins, having made that last part up herself; not too bad for someone not that bright. She looks back to the other three, her friends, and adds, "As long as that oath does not cross with my oath of friendship, for that is held closest to my heart!" She thinks her comment through after saying them, and adds, "And as long as someone can show us the way." Everyone looks at her strangely. "Sorry, I think I read that in a book." She shrugs sheepishly. "What, I might never get another chance?"
She listens to Orina and responds. "I agree, let's see what Beau can tell us to get started, and then I think we should be real careful... which, I think, means Orina does all the talking." She blushes, grinning stupidly, and listens to Beau's response, wondering if Hainsley and Grr will want to come with her and Orina.
Noldeme looks down to the floor and makes her bow disappear into thin air. She appeals to the dragon one more time. "This is not fair! We've come a long way to get to here... You shouldn't just be allowed to say we don't deserve to know what we wanted to know... Who even are you to have such an authority?"
She asks. "But, at the same time, I'm not ready to die because of this crap... I won't fight you..." Defeated, she starts moving towards Nae's unconscious body and tries to stabilize her, even without the right medical equipment for it.
The threat now dispersed, Xamodas looks down dispassionately at the body being tended to. Even if he wanted to help, he knew little of that race's physiology, and was rather ill-equipped to provide a compassionate touch. Instead, he sits down on his haunches, fixing his yellow eyes on the more human looking individual.
"The universe doesn't work on principles of fair or unfair," he snorts, twin plumes of grey smoke twisting through the air. I met my fate on the second level of a tower, unceremoniously flattened after centuries of life. How old is this child? "Why don't you tell me what it is you think you were doing here and I'll tell you what I know?"
Watching her fumble, he shakes his head.
"Take your time, though. I can wait longer than she can."
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Another medical problem. Indefinite hiatus. Sorry, all.
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The Vilemind:
Yaw: With the bone in hand still, I call up to Rattles, "I... I'm ok... There is something strange about this place. The magic... it's unchained... uncontrollable. Be careful, but yes. You can come down."
I massage my raw hand as I walk up to the spot where I saw the draconic figure in the water. Had I imagined it? I crouch down, making small whirlpools with the bone. Something seems off about this water. Something about the way that it moves. Maybe the way that it responds to my touch, or I should say, fails to respond. How can something so familiar be so alien?
Arcana: 19
Yaw - Genasi, Bard (3), College of Lore - Tower of Heaven
Wagon Park - Azohru, Leshanna, Dordis & Zacharias
Dordis Falthenfyern
Dordis winces as he fails to move into Leshanna's view in time, weakly pushing her aside and rushes towards the vagrant's still body. After examining in pure frustration, anxiety, and a pained expression, he stands up while facing towards Leshanna, speaking in a tone that clearly makes him sound as though he is resentful and distressed. "Up until now—had you not shot the vagrant—he would have been my lead to finding the Mentor I held dearly within my soul..." Dordis struggles to move themself towards Leshanna, but is now in point-blank range of them, falling to their knees while saying, " You might as well have killed me; had you not reacted on a stupor of impulse, but you may kill me now. Since the vagrant is no longer, I will most likely never be able to find where Soltris has truly gone," Dordis's star pendant now emanates a silver-hue of the galaxies, almost parallel to how Dordis feels unaccomplished and unsuccessful."now tell me, why did you pay no mind to my efforts? I seek my own growth as I also seek anyone else's, yet yours must be perpendicular to my own. I will be accepting my death if you wish to end me now, should you choose to answer."
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Corvidae- shop
"Thank you. Ten times, I might be able to do. A hundred, no. At least not without some great source of wealth I could struggle to win." Iam says both to the shop keeper and himself. "Do you have a normal shield and short sword for sale? I am also looking for a wood carvers or carpenters tool sets." Iam seems to be thinking to himself as he asks about more mundane equipment.
Katerielle in Lost mine of Phandelver.
Bhelmek Thuldren in The dark tower of Cabilar.
Iam Unsure in Tower of Heaven.
Nessaja - Azhora will cast a frigid beam of blue-white light streaks toward a creature within range. Make a ranged spell attack against the target. On a hit, it takes 1d8 cold damage, and its speed is reduced by 10 feet until the start of your next turn.
13 for the hit on any target the DM chooses
If it hits 7 for damage
Wagonpark...
"You make no sense." Leshanna says with a frown. "I ended a threat to myself and others." She says as she puts away her rifle. She pushes past the kneeling man and moves to the Vagrant's body to look it over for anything of value or interest. "Maybe you should help me here and see if what you seek can still be found here or not. Maybe he has something on him that will aid you in whatever it is you seek."
Azhora saunters over and says "Well hi there"
Wagon Park - Reply to Leshanna
Dordis Falthenfyern
Dordis is confused as he is pushed past quite easily, stumbling for a moment and falling on his back. He stands up, dusting himself off before hearing what Leshanna has to say. Clearing his frustration by his best efforts, he carries himself over to the vagrant's body, muttering a sentence of resent while his star pendant glows in a deep-blue hue around the vagrant, pointing out some possible areas for guidance as he investigates the vagrant's torn body.
investigation: roll value— 5 and + guidance roll value— 1
He pays no mind to Azhora while searching the vagrant, occasionally trying to spark a conversation by looking around with Leshanna to make amends with his impulsive and weak behavior in the situation.
((I'm guessing Leshanna is going to help while Dordis is searching, so advantage roll just incase: 4))
Noldeme and Nae | Chloro Hill
Noldeme is caught in complete surprise, seeing Nae attacking and then being attacked, she raises her bow and aims, but with the red dragon's words, and simply the fear of a creature as powerful as a dragon, she hesitates. "What are you doing here? We've just come here on a mission, there's no need for further conflict."
(She/Her)
Velmine - Tiefling, Rogue (9), Swashbuckler - Dead in Thay
Riris Swiftwhistle - Halfling, Bard (4), College of Swords - Lost Mines of Phandelver
Rellahne Vanderboren - Half-Elf, Wizard (4), School of Abjuration - The Shackled City
Ann Hidrizo - Human, Fighter (2) - Amphail Adventures
Sha - Firbolg, Cleric (3), Twilight Domain - Hunt for the Wish Dragon
Voldred Drekken Sheet
Voldred is a new arrival in Resolve, attracted by the rumors he heard about the Tower. He doesn't place much faith in them - rumors are rarely true in his experience - but this is something worth investigating. Voldred has a particular problem something of this caliber might be able to solve. Even if the Tower is a lie, something else might present itself...
Chloro hills
first, the Dex save: 4
Nae is down
death save10
1 success
0 fails
Nae, overcome by emotion and desperation, freezes up as the flames rush towards her, they engulf her and as they pass Nae is found lying on the ground, unconscious tears streaking down her face.
Bardic Inspiration is just someone believing in you, and I believe in you
Zacharias descends to the ground, the glow around his weapon disappearing. He looks down at Dordis as the sorcerer searches the body. "Who was this?" he asks. "Was it the warlock?" he asks Dordis.
The paladin looks at Azhora. "Greetings in the name of the Aspect of Perseverance." His solemn brown eyes narrow as a small smile appears on his lips. "I am Zacharias."
Chloro Hills
((Fire Breath Recharge: 4 )
Xamodas the Red is almost surprised when the drow drops, still smoking. Would this stranger have the same second chance he had had? Was there truly an Aspect of Dark Elves in the Enn somewhere, or was she bound for some other fate? The other woman levelled her bow, but did not fire. This time, it seemed, his words had been received.
"Take your friend. She may yet live."
He steps back, somewhat awkwardly as legs bend in yet unfamiliar ways, indicating he would not harry the woman with the bow.
"Whatever your mission is, it is forfeit. There are things you cannot know but I cannot explain. Whatever this drow thought she would find, she was wrong. If you are insistent on trying to unearth something here, conflict will resume."
Another medical problem. Indefinite hiatus. Sorry, all.
Corvidae - Printer's Shop
Liadon relaxes now that it seems that she is catching his drift, but only slightly. "This wouldn't be the first time a corrupt guard has turned on me," he remembers, hiding his anger as he continues the conversation. Even "honor among thieves" has a price tag.
"I need to amend some official documents concerning the construction of a new wing to the home of my betrothed. She is terribly upset with the current builder and would like to find a mason of better talent. Unfortunately, the contract did not include any addenda, so I must get the new forms sealed by a City Official. Of course, I will follow all the proper procedures, but it would be much easier if I had a blank parchment already sealed. Then I could just get the signatures applied and submit the amendments."
{Liadon Deception: 20}
Dordis willfully continues to search the body, not finding much, but at the word of Zacharias being mentioned, his eyes snap towards Zacharias as he adjusts his eyes. "Zacharias—how, what?" Dordis takes whatever he finds and stores them into his pockets before continuing, "How did you—I thought you were gone after being killed by that entity—it matters to us I believe," Dordis looks over to Areyo and points toward Zacharias to come with them, "that you have come back in such a hasty amount of time; however, you still have to tell me about the process." Dordis wraps his hands around the blue leather notebook now on his hands, taking a quill expertly lodged into the book without leaving a trace of ink, and quickly writes down a note of Zacharias' appearance and comparative differrencr while adding a small addendum to the near end of the page.
Orina and Jogs (Bunny Batallion)
Orina takes back the egg gingerly and tucks it away, still feeling a bit uncertain about its powers. Still, at the moment she's more interested in Beau's tale, so she seats herself next to Jogs and listens eagerly.
As Beau relays her story, Orina begins to frown. When Beau reveals her true form, Orina nearly jumps to her feet in surprise. Then she feels her knees tremble and jumping no longer seems like an option when she realizes what Beau is telling them: They have another mission: to find The Continental.
"... that's a lot to take in," Orina says finally, after some moments of silence. "First of all... I take it from your story, that there aren't that many Wildren left around after the big war. I guess... I wanted to say I'm sorry to hear that. I know it's kind of hard to be left on your own after being surrounded by your people for most of your life. I guess you've gotten past that by now, but still - thanks for trusting us with the title of your people. I hope we can live up to it.
This Archdruid doesn't sound like a very nice guy, to be honest... I mean, if he really cared all that much about nature, he wouldn't have thrown all the animals at an enemy powerful enough to slaughter them with the idea of overruning him with numbers. I'm glad this Lion managed to turn you all into Wildren before that happened, because I bet it would have been a slaughter otherwise. But if you were a general, then... did you ever see the Archdruid yourself? What did he look like? Was sort of a humanoid was he? And did he have a name?
For that matter, what was the Lion like? Was he a human? I'm glad he saved you, but... if he cut up great swaths of the wilds while conquering everything, I guess he wasn't paying very much attention, either. To be honest, I'm a little scared of a sword that might come straight out of the heavens. And, I don't really have a clue as to where to start asking to look for it." Orina looks down. "But if the signs you said are true, we can't just ignore this."
She turns to Jogs and Grr Grr. "After what happened with Finn, I'm pretty sure I wouldn't trust other adventuerers with this information... I'm not even sure it's wise to be asking around about this word by its name, it might raise the wrong kind of attention. But... I do think Tibult and Salmon would help us if we asked. They seemed like nice people. Not like that Winters fellow. Do you think we could ask Rosebush if they had any leads on ancient artifacts? Broken blades or scabbards? ... Maybe they know of an archeologists' guild that might have some useful information for us... I'd like to know your thoughts."
To Hainsley, she asks "What do you think about this, too? Knowing that maybe you were born by this Archdruid's power running off? I know you don't serve anyone evil... you've always tried so hard to help everyone, from these rabbits to us, even after we attacked you in that field. Maybe you'd want to come with us and find out how more about how you got here? It must be related to this search for The Continental."
And finally, she settles back on Beau: "I think it goes without saying that we'll try to maintain the Wildpact, and find The Continental. If you have any information about where we should start looking, really... anything would help!"
Orina and Jogs (Bunny Batallion)
Jogs' eyes grow large as the tale unfolds; she notices Orina's tears but now isn't the time to ask. Uncertainty and sorrow show on her face as the facts register: neither side, Lion nor Archdruid, sounds like they were helping or protecting anyone. These Wildren... pawns of two different factions and then abandoned... and a sudden invitation to swear an oath of protection to an abused people... it was all quite a lot for most people bu-
"I'M IN!" shouts Jogs, kneeling before Beau. "I pledge to do whatsoever I may to protect the Wildren and the sanctity of the Broken Blade!" She grins, having made that last part up herself; not too bad for someone not that bright. She looks back to the other three, her friends, and adds, "As long as that oath does not cross with my oath of friendship, for that is held closest to my heart!" She thinks her comment through after saying them, and adds, "And as long as someone can show us the way." Everyone looks at her strangely. "Sorry, I think I read that in a book." She shrugs sheepishly. "What, I might never get another chance?"
She listens to Orina and responds. "I agree, let's see what Beau can tell us to get started, and then I think we should be real careful... which, I think, means Orina does all the talking." She blushes, grinning stupidly, and listens to Beau's response, wondering if Hainsley and Grr will want to come with her and Orina.
Noldeme and Nae | Chloro Hill
Noldeme looks down to the floor and makes her bow disappear into thin air. She appeals to the dragon one more time. "This is not fair! We've come a long way to get to here... You shouldn't just be allowed to say we don't deserve to know what we wanted to know... Who even are you to have such an authority?"
She asks. "But, at the same time, I'm not ready to die because of this crap... I won't fight you..." Defeated, she starts moving towards Nae's unconscious body and tries to stabilize her, even without the right medical equipment for it.
Medicine 15
(She/Her)
Velmine - Tiefling, Rogue (9), Swashbuckler - Dead in Thay
Riris Swiftwhistle - Halfling, Bard (4), College of Swords - Lost Mines of Phandelver
Rellahne Vanderboren - Half-Elf, Wizard (4), School of Abjuration - The Shackled City
Ann Hidrizo - Human, Fighter (2) - Amphail Adventures
Sha - Firbolg, Cleric (3), Twilight Domain - Hunt for the Wish Dragon
Chloro Hills
The threat now dispersed, Xamodas looks down dispassionately at the body being tended to. Even if he wanted to help, he knew little of that race's physiology, and was rather ill-equipped to provide a compassionate touch. Instead, he sits down on his haunches, fixing his yellow eyes on the more human looking individual.
"The universe doesn't work on principles of fair or unfair," he snorts, twin plumes of grey smoke twisting through the air. I met my fate on the second level of a tower, unceremoniously flattened after centuries of life. How old is this child? "Why don't you tell me what it is you think you were doing here and I'll tell you what I know?"
Watching her fumble, he shakes his head.
"Take your time, though. I can wait longer than she can."
Another medical problem. Indefinite hiatus. Sorry, all.