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Rollo turns at sound of feral Yara and noticing the danger she poses from what can happen to him, bounds towards her and takes hold in a bear hug to restrain her, with a small sucker punch to help
Nibor knows from his copious reading that curses like these often poison the mind by speaking to the wielder and manipulating them to cloud their perception and prevent them from seeing sense. She won't listen to anyone but the weapon.
Nibor can't be certain this isn't some battle trance Yara is under, however from the few interactions he's had with her he's confident this isn't entirely her. Her actions so far and determination to help him warm his heart. He relies on his readings, it's the weapon, it has to be. He recalls her words earlier and mumbles to himself
"Leave's my little turtle man alone"
With a smile (and slightly dewy eyes) he keeps his hands raised and moves closer to Yara, slow, unintimidating but keeping his eyes on her he casts Thaumaturgy. It's pushing the spell but his faith in his deity, his faith in himself and his faith in Yara to snap out of it pushes him.
Yara hears a whisper in her mind:
Fool! Drop this weapon and find me, the feral one is tricking you and placed this trash in your hands when he attempted to stop you. DROP THE WEAPON!
Waiting to see if it took hold, Nibor doesn't take his eyes off the weapon, if it works, if she drops it he'll kick it aside and place himself between it and her, smiling warmly at her
Coal poles his head back around the corner. Oh restraint? Yes good idea! We could tie her up until she calms down. Maybe a blindfold? It seems she gets fixated on the violence when she can see people..
What’s happened? Is little turtle man okays?? Yara looks around worriedly and then her eyes settle on Nibor and see that he’s ok.
She looks around at the rest of the party and nods, seeing they’re also safe and sound. She then scrunches up her nose, rubbing her face as if she’s slightly in pain.
Rollo release Yara, and slinks off to the side around the corner. There’s a low growl and a yelp, followed by a strange ripping sound. After a few minutes, Rollo walks back around the corner, tips his hat to the others, and quietly lights his pipe
One day I must know where that pipe goes when you polymorph…. Yara that are of yours…. It’s a good axe! One of the best! Buuuuut I’m afraid to say we all think it might be cursed
“Time for a rest friends? Before we continue? I suggest the first room to lay low and recover. Then I shall go and examine the second room from whence the wet thing appeared. Nibor dear friend, will you join me then with your wealth of knowledge?”
There’s not a lot of room to manoeuvre in these halls so I’ll spend a few moments reconfiguring my suit for close quarters combat while some of you rest.
The group help Aura to her feet before setting off back to the lizard room.
Thank you my friends. That is the closest I have come to feeling the reaper breathing down my neck in quite some time.
I'm afraid the weight of that ogre appears to have broken my sword arm when it fell on me. I fear I will only hold you all back as we go.
The group rest without interruption and Aura fashions a sling from tearings from her cloak. Her wrist is clearly broken and the arm is in too much pain to move around a lot.
Rollo turns at sound of feral Yara and noticing the danger she poses from what can happen to him, bounds towards her and takes hold in a bear hug to restrain her, with a small sucker punch to help
Attack: 22 Damage: 5
Acrobatics 17
Wisdom save 4
Athletics 19
The punch lands but Yara doesn't seem to register it. Rollo is able to restrain her
Nibor considers backing away, some of the fear from earlier still lingering.
No he thinks, I wasn't there for Merry, I'm not going to lose anyone else
He mumbles quietly to himself and attempts to focus on Yara, something about the weapon, something...but what
Arcana (on the weapon): 5
Nibor knows from his copious reading that curses like these often poison the mind by speaking to the wielder and manipulating them to cloud their perception and prevent them from seeing sense. She won't listen to anyone but the weapon.
Nibor can't be certain this isn't some battle trance Yara is under, however from the few interactions he's had with her he's confident this isn't entirely her. Her actions so far and determination to help him warm his heart. He relies on his readings, it's the weapon, it has to be. He recalls her words earlier and mumbles to himself
"Leave's my little turtle man alone"
With a smile (and slightly dewy eyes) he keeps his hands raised and moves closer to Yara, slow, unintimidating but keeping his eyes on her he casts Thaumaturgy. It's pushing the spell but his faith in his deity, his faith in himself and his faith in Yara to snap out of it pushes him.
Yara hears a whisper in her mind:
Fool! Drop this weapon and find me, the feral one is tricking you and placed this trash in your hands when he attempted to stop you. DROP THE WEAPON!
Waiting to see if it took hold, Nibor doesn't take his eyes off the weapon, if it works, if she drops it he'll kick it aside and place himself between it and her, smiling warmly at her
Coal poles his head back around the corner. Oh restraint? Yes good idea! We could tie her up until she calms down. Maybe a blindfold? It seems she gets fixated on the violence when she can see people..
Rollo holds on to Yara, and shouts to the others to grab some rope, and a blindfold after Coals suggestion, in case Nibors Mavis doesn’t work
The whispers of the spell ring in Yara's ears and her grip laxes. The axe clangs to the floor and she starts to look around frantically.
What’s happened? Is little turtle man okays?? Yara looks around worriedly and then her eyes settle on Nibor and see that he’s ok.
She looks around at the rest of the party and nods, seeing they’re also safe and sound. She then scrunches up her nose, rubbing her face as if she’s slightly in pain.
Did’s someone punch my’s face?
The party waits a couple minutes before releasing Yara to make sure she is fully freed and then all breathe easy
Rollo release Yara, and slinks off to the side around the corner. There’s a low growl and a yelp, followed by a strange ripping sound. After a few minutes, Rollo walks back around the corner, tips his hat to the others, and quietly lights his pipe
One day I must know where that pipe goes when you polymorph…. Yara that are of yours…. It’s a good axe! One of the best! Buuuuut I’m afraid to say we all think it might be cursed
Rollo just winks at Coal and turns to the group
“Time for a rest friends? Before we continue? I suggest the first room to lay low and recover. Then I shall go and examine the second room from whence the wet thing appeared. Nibor dear friend, will you join me then with your wealth of knowledge?”
There’s not a lot of room to manoeuvre in these halls so I’ll spend a few moments reconfiguring my suit for close quarters combat while some of you rest.
Before heading into the rooms to explore with Rollo Coal will ritually cast Detect Magic
The group help Aura to her feet before setting off back to the lizard room.
Thank you my friends. That is the closest I have come to feeling the reaper breathing down my neck in quite some time.
I'm afraid the weight of that ogre appears to have broken my sword arm when it fell on me. I fear I will only hold you all back as we go.
The group rest without interruption and Aura fashions a sling from tearings from her cloak. Her wrist is clearly broken and the arm is in too much pain to move around a lot.
They move on to the next room
Coal detects a magical aura from the back corner of the wet one's room