Nenne crawls over to Boosey's side. "Rise and shine, my friend," she says, casting a 3rd level Healing Word for 15 hp. She smiles at him when he comes to.
The elk, taking in the damage from the poison, winces in pain. Because of that, when it looks back to see the hunter jump off the log, it goes after it. Stopping just on the edge of the log straight behind the hunter now downstream, the elk quickly changes back to Lemon's old self. Potbelly and all.
Now in his dwarven form, and still angry at that since he has yet to take notice of Boosy's rising, Lemon sticks out both hands and cold mist begins to seep forth (Ice Knife). The cold mist hardens into what looks like a ice shard, and blasts off in the direction of the hunter. With the dwarf knowing that either way if it misses or hits, it'll explode in his face.
Attack: 21 Damage: 9
Ice Knife save: DEX 14 or take 22
"Take this 'er last gift from me damn cat!" Lemon menages to say as the shard rockets off towards the hunter.
Allister sheates his weapon, steps towards the edge of the bridge and starts doffing the armor. But when he sees how far away the tabaxi already is he stops. „Damn it! Should we follow him on foot? The riverbank looks pretty overgrown... Shit.“
"Why bother chasin the coward? Why even bother time with him." He spits in the river at the general location of the hunter. "I say we are done with the man. However, I say we aught to be careful these couple nights. No clue if ye wants to challenge us again or not..."
"We're exhausted and injured," Nenne calls to the fighter over the sound of the rushing waters below her. She rises, helping the bard to his feet as she does. "There has been more than enough of our blood spilled in the last 24 hours. I for one would appreciate a quiet meal and a night's rest."
Boosey, somewhat confused grabs Nenne's hand as he regains consciousness. "Where is it?," he asks, and a moment later he sees the Tabaxi being swept along by the current. Amid a grimace, his face becomes grim as his hand move as if caressing a cylinder. As the words form in his mouth a block of storm cloud forms above the tabaxi, and moments later a flash emits, striking it in the water, the bolt from the call lightning hitting with a loud crack.
He turns to Nenne, expression still grim. "Thank you. I wished to avoid a fight, but..." He looks towards the tabaxi. "It may have learned a lesson today, and I" he clutches his forehead, "have one hell of a headache!"
The lightning strike zaps the swimming tabaxi and even from here the party hears him yell out in pain just before he disappears under the rapids that sweep around the river bend.
„This was no common tabaxi, I can still feel the poison burning in my leg. I fear we have an assassin on our heels, someone to kill either us or any intruder in Omu. We need to be very careful, even in our camp. The tabaxi can climb any of the surrounding buldings and start shooting those poisoned arrows. We should be prepared for more ambushes like this one. Uhmmm, anybody got some rum or whiskey left?“
"I agree," Nenne says. "We are in perpetual danger here. We must not relax our guard. Storyteller, if you wouldn't mind casting that invulnerable dome this evening, I think it would be wise for us to have an extra layer of defense through the night. And every watch should have a ranged weapon ready to fire."
She ducks her head apologetically at the fighter. "I'm afraid I've none for you. Perhaps we'll find some fine wine smuggled in the barracks?" She smiles a little and waves at the group to follow her back to camp. Her crossbow is out.
On the return to the compound, Boosey wearily begins the casting of Tiny Hut. Once it has been created he sits in silence inside rubbing his face. "Tell me when you are ready to begin, Nenne, and we can see if these nightmares can be got rid of." He gives the cleric a weak smile. "Thank you for that out there, without you this party...this party..." he tails off, not really knowing what to say.
"Aye, ye are not wrong Yuan-ti. Let us return to the camp." He looks at Boosey and pats him upon the shoulders. "Ye did good today gnome."
As the party began its trek back to the camp, Lemon let them know that he doesn't like sleeping indoors. "Me body prefers this 'er outside air. Ye all welcomed to enjoy yerselves within there. But I shall be outside. I will be by the entrance, in case somethin happens."
After the group returns to the safety of their camp inside the barracks and has their fill of food and rest, Nenne approaches the bard. "If you still want to move forward with attempting to break the lich's hold on you, I will oblige. However, I almost lost you twice in one day, so if you would be so patient as to indulge an old woman her caution, I would like to bring this matter before the Fair Judge himself."
She turns to the rest of the group. "I am about to perform a ritual to commune with Kelemvor on behalf of our friend, Boosey. It requires a certain sacrifice." She looks down at her shoes. "Something prized by a dead man. I...I hope you will understand." She walks over to Funderburk's corpse and takes 25 gold from his pockets. "I'm sorry, my friend," she whispers to him. "I need this to keep him safe."
Once she has the coin, she stacks it on the floor and lights several sticks of incense. She directs Boosey to sit across from her as she begins to chant a gentle, melodic liturgy. Ten minutes later, she takes the incense ash, draws a rudimentary set of scales on his palm, and places her fingertips on his forehead. A soft red light emanates from her amulet. "Fair Judge, I invoke your power and ask you to speak plainly to your servant. Balance the scales of my knowledge by answering this: Will I endanger or harm anyone in this room by dispelling the magic affecting Boosey?"
Lemon watched awkwardly, not knowing what to do as she messed with a dead mans loot and then speaking to her god. He shrugged however. Whomever that may be, they know him so they might know if he would mind or not.
Lemon got up on his own, while Nenne spoke, and went to sit by himself. He sat only 10ft from the group, but just enough to be alone. He liked being alone, he liked the peace it brought along with the sense of nature around him. However, he knew these new people he met would surly become his new friends quickly, and may be able to help him find his old home. He didn't perform any special ritual, instead just spoke with his mind outwards to his own goddess- the one who sent him on his journey. The Great Mother, Chautea. Although she required that each ritual to be done at dawn, Lemon made them at dusk- or at the time now. Lemon would stay there praying until it was time for slumber, to which he would find a tree or rocks to sleep on, and rest.
Nenne and Boosey listen intently for what may come next. Boosey is unprepared for anything that might happen as this whole thing seems extraordinary and alien to him. Nenne is dabbling in new territory here, having only heard of rituals like this performed. In her heart she knows she cannot mess it up, but her actions are new and unattempted thus far in all her time.
An insect flies between the companions, buzzing along before stopping in mid air. The bard and cleric stare at the insect, caught in mid flight, Nenne cocks her head to the side curiously, and the two companions vision focuses from the bug to each other - something is happening! Has time stopped? They look around and the stray wisps of incense smoke hang in the air motionless.
Feeling something on his wrist, Boosey moves suddenly to hold his wrist in view. A thin parchment is wrapping itself around his wrist. It seems to be about an inch wide and with one line of text along the ribbon of paper as it appears. Darkness gathers to form a shape, then is replaced by light, which fades to the normal pale color of parchment. The text is written in common and says:
"Fading magics and dismissive spells unravel hidden tragics and dark tells.
Woeful tidings lie in wait for those who endure the hate.
Magic unravelled makes no strife against the suffering life."
After the parchment is completely formed, the insect flies away as if nothing had ever stopped it.
Nenne exhales slowly and closes her eyes. For the first time in a long while, she doesn't wince as she does it. Instead, she smiles. "Thank you," she whispers to Kelemvor, touching the scales she wears around her neck fondly. She opens her eyes, and her hair lightens from graphite to pewter as her smile grows subtly wider.
"Well, friend storyteller," she says with a peaceful twinkle in her eye. "We have our answer." Her expression shifts as determination replaces happiness. "And I am not slow to heed the warnings of Kelemvor. Развей!" With a sharp flick of her wrist, an intense red light emanates from her amulet and surrounds Boosey. (Dispel Magic - 4th level).
Orvex watched the scene between the gnome and eladrin with great interest. When the ribbon began to appear, he quietly got out his notes and tried hard to sketch what he was seeing. Not nearly satisfied with the results, but happy to have something recorded, he labels the sketch 'Prayer for a Friend.' Orvex puts the drawing away with the rest of his notes and retires back to the protective measure of the magical hut for the evening.
One by one the six companions find their places in their beds for a much needed rest. Nothing disturbs those on watch for the entire night through. By morning, the rain has returned, coming in sheets of steady rain with intermittent mists between. Orvex peers out into the rain on one such steady passover shaking his head. He turns back to the party who is gearing up, nearly ready for the day. He hooks a thumb back to the doorway and says, "I don't understand how this whole peninsula isn't under water with as much rain as it receives. It looks like we're going to get wet again today. I suppose it's better to be wet in some ancient city than to be stuck in some stinking city doing gods know what. I'd rather have a staring contest with a medusa than go back to Luskan." He shakes his head, passing off some memory before continuing, "There are so many sites to see in this city. Are we to try one of the other shrines we haven't been to yet? Perhaps now that we're rested, we might fare better in Shagambi's shrine? I still suggest I'Jin's over the other two though." A shiver runs up his spine as he remembers the faceless golems.
"Aye. The human may be right. We always 'ave another day fer Shagambi's shine." He looks at Orvex and pats him among the shoulder. "Me shield and body be ready fer what is to come. What say ye all fer goin to I'Jin?"
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Nenne crawls over to Boosey's side. "Rise and shine, my friend," she says, casting a 3rd level Healing Word for 15 hp. She smiles at him when he comes to.
The elk, taking in the damage from the poison, winces in pain. Because of that, when it looks back to see the hunter jump off the log, it goes after it. Stopping just on the edge of the log straight behind the hunter now downstream, the elk quickly changes back to Lemon's old self. Potbelly and all.
Now in his dwarven form, and still angry at that since he has yet to take notice of Boosy's rising, Lemon sticks out both hands and cold mist begins to seep forth (Ice Knife). The cold mist hardens into what looks like a ice shard, and blasts off in the direction of the hunter. With the dwarf knowing that either way if it misses or hits, it'll explode in his face.
Attack: 21 Damage: 9
Ice Knife save: DEX 14 or take 22
"Take this 'er last gift from me damn cat!" Lemon menages to say as the shard rockets off towards the hunter.
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Allister sheates his weapon, steps towards the edge of the bridge and starts doffing the armor. But when he sees how far away the tabaxi already is he stops. „Damn it! Should we follow him on foot? The riverbank looks pretty overgrown... Shit.“
The ice knife sinks harmlessly under the roaring torrent of the river.
"Why bother chasin the coward? Why even bother time with him." He spits in the river at the general location of the hunter. "I say we are done with the man. However, I say we aught to be careful these couple nights. No clue if ye wants to challenge us again or not..."
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"We're exhausted and injured," Nenne calls to the fighter over the sound of the rushing waters below her. She rises, helping the bard to his feet as she does. "There has been more than enough of our blood spilled in the last 24 hours. I for one would appreciate a quiet meal and a night's rest."
Boosey, somewhat confused grabs Nenne's hand as he regains consciousness. "Where is it?," he asks, and a moment later he sees the Tabaxi being swept along by the current. Amid a grimace, his face becomes grim as his hand move as if caressing a cylinder. As the words form in his mouth a block of storm cloud forms above the tabaxi, and moments later a flash emits, striking it in the water, the bolt from the call lightning hitting with a loud crack.
He turns to Nenne, expression still grim. "Thank you. I wished to avoid a fight, but..." He looks towards the tabaxi. "It may have learned a lesson today, and I" he clutches his forehead, "have one hell of a headache!"
The lightning strike zaps the swimming tabaxi and even from here the party hears him yell out in pain just before he disappears under the rapids that sweep around the river bend.
„This was no common tabaxi, I can still feel the poison burning in my leg. I fear we have an assassin on our heels, someone to kill either us or any intruder in Omu. We need to be very careful, even in our camp. The tabaxi can climb any of the surrounding buldings and start shooting those poisoned arrows. We should be prepared for more ambushes like this one. Uhmmm, anybody got some rum or whiskey left?“
"I agree," Nenne says. "We are in perpetual danger here. We must not relax our guard. Storyteller, if you wouldn't mind casting that invulnerable dome this evening, I think it would be wise for us to have an extra layer of defense through the night. And every watch should have a ranged weapon ready to fire."
She ducks her head apologetically at the fighter. "I'm afraid I've none for you. Perhaps we'll find some fine wine smuggled in the barracks?" She smiles a little and waves at the group to follow her back to camp. Her crossbow is out.
"We should retire for now. Today has ... been trying." Sthara rubs at her temples.
On the return to the compound, Boosey wearily begins the casting of Tiny Hut. Once it has been created he sits in silence inside rubbing his face. "Tell me when you are ready to begin, Nenne, and we can see if these nightmares can be got rid of." He gives the cleric a weak smile. "Thank you for that out there, without you this party...this party..." he tails off, not really knowing what to say.
"Aye, ye are not wrong Yuan-ti. Let us return to the camp." He looks at Boosey and pats him upon the shoulders. "Ye did good today gnome."
As the party began its trek back to the camp, Lemon let them know that he doesn't like sleeping indoors. "Me body prefers this 'er outside air. Ye all welcomed to enjoy yerselves within there. But I shall be outside. I will be by the entrance, in case somethin happens."
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After the group returns to the safety of their camp inside the barracks and has their fill of food and rest, Nenne approaches the bard. "If you still want to move forward with attempting to break the lich's hold on you, I will oblige. However, I almost lost you twice in one day, so if you would be so patient as to indulge an old woman her caution, I would like to bring this matter before the Fair Judge himself."
She turns to the rest of the group. "I am about to perform a ritual to commune with Kelemvor on behalf of our friend, Boosey. It requires a certain sacrifice." She looks down at her shoes. "Something prized by a dead man. I...I hope you will understand." She walks over to Funderburk's corpse and takes 25 gold from his pockets. "I'm sorry, my friend," she whispers to him. "I need this to keep him safe."
Once she has the coin, she stacks it on the floor and lights several sticks of incense. She directs Boosey to sit across from her as she begins to chant a gentle, melodic liturgy. Ten minutes later, she takes the incense ash, draws a rudimentary set of scales on his palm, and places her fingertips on his forehead. A soft red light emanates from her amulet. "Fair Judge, I invoke your power and ask you to speak plainly to your servant. Balance the scales of my knowledge by answering this: Will I endanger or harm anyone in this room by dispelling the magic affecting Boosey?"
Lemon watched awkwardly, not knowing what to do as she messed with a dead mans loot and then speaking to her god. He shrugged however. Whomever that may be, they know him so they might know if he would mind or not.
Lemon got up on his own, while Nenne spoke, and went to sit by himself. He sat only 10ft from the group, but just enough to be alone. He liked being alone, he liked the peace it brought along with the sense of nature around him. However, he knew these new people he met would surly become his new friends quickly, and may be able to help him find his old home. He didn't perform any special ritual, instead just spoke with his mind outwards to his own goddess- the one who sent him on his journey. The Great Mother, Chautea. Although she required that each ritual to be done at dawn, Lemon made them at dusk- or at the time now. Lemon would stay there praying until it was time for slumber, to which he would find a tree or rocks to sleep on, and rest.
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Nenne and Boosey listen intently for what may come next. Boosey is unprepared for anything that might happen as this whole thing seems extraordinary and alien to him. Nenne is dabbling in new territory here, having only heard of rituals like this performed. In her heart she knows she cannot mess it up, but her actions are new and unattempted thus far in all her time.
An insect flies between the companions, buzzing along before stopping in mid air. The bard and cleric stare at the insect, caught in mid flight, Nenne cocks her head to the side curiously, and the two companions vision focuses from the bug to each other - something is happening! Has time stopped? They look around and the stray wisps of incense smoke hang in the air motionless.
Feeling something on his wrist, Boosey moves suddenly to hold his wrist in view. A thin parchment is wrapping itself around his wrist. It seems to be about an inch wide and with one line of text along the ribbon of paper as it appears. Darkness gathers to form a shape, then is replaced by light, which fades to the normal pale color of parchment. The text is written in common and says:
"Fading magics and dismissive spells unravel hidden tragics and dark tells.
Woeful tidings lie in wait for those who endure the hate.
Magic unravelled makes no strife against the suffering life."
After the parchment is completely formed, the insect flies away as if nothing had ever stopped it.
Nenne exhales slowly and closes her eyes. For the first time in a long while, she doesn't wince as she does it. Instead, she smiles. "Thank you," she whispers to Kelemvor, touching the scales she wears around her neck fondly. She opens her eyes, and her hair lightens from graphite to pewter as her smile grows subtly wider.
"Well, friend storyteller," she says with a peaceful twinkle in her eye. "We have our answer." Her expression shifts as determination replaces happiness. "And I am not slow to heed the warnings of Kelemvor. Развей!" With a sharp flick of her wrist, an intense red light emanates from her amulet and surrounds Boosey. (Dispel Magic - 4th level).
Orvex watched the scene between the gnome and eladrin with great interest. When the ribbon began to appear, he quietly got out his notes and tried hard to sketch what he was seeing. Not nearly satisfied with the results, but happy to have something recorded, he labels the sketch 'Prayer for a Friend.' Orvex puts the drawing away with the rest of his notes and retires back to the protective measure of the magical hut for the evening.
One by one the six companions find their places in their beds for a much needed rest. Nothing disturbs those on watch for the entire night through. By morning, the rain has returned, coming in sheets of steady rain with intermittent mists between. Orvex peers out into the rain on one such steady passover shaking his head. He turns back to the party who is gearing up, nearly ready for the day. He hooks a thumb back to the doorway and says, "I don't understand how this whole peninsula isn't under water with as much rain as it receives. It looks like we're going to get wet again today. I suppose it's better to be wet in some ancient city than to be stuck in some stinking city doing gods know what. I'd rather have a staring contest with a medusa than go back to Luskan." He shakes his head, passing off some memory before continuing, "There are so many sites to see in this city. Are we to try one of the other shrines we haven't been to yet? Perhaps now that we're rested, we might fare better in Shagambi's shrine? I still suggest I'Jin's over the other two though." A shiver runs up his spine as he remembers the faceless golems.
"Aye. The human may be right. We always 'ave another day fer Shagambi's shine." He looks at Orvex and pats him among the shoulder. "Me shield and body be ready fer what is to come. What say ye all fer goin to I'Jin?"
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