Tolus is suprised by just how... Squishy... a pugwampi is on the inside. As the creature falls he gives a startled yell and hops back to avoid getting any blood on his clothes. A couple sconds later, the fact that the danger has passed dawns on him, and he starts to laugh almost maniacally in relief. The true horrors of battle have yet to make an impression on him, and his mind has no way to process the new experience except as a game. The 'hiss' echoed with in him. He felt like he could coil up at that very moment and become the cunning serpent he so closely resembled.
Fionn breathes a sigh of relief as the creature dies and she feels the aura of unluck dissipate. She looks around at her companions to see who else might need healing. She'd already done a channeling, but perhaps more was necessary?
The battle done, Khatijah suddenly remembers the mold growing on her hand, and what caused it. She drops the sword with a clatter and shakily calls out for Fionn.
"F-fionn, what do you know about this?"
Casting Detect Magic for the rummage through the disgustingly cleaved corpse of the Pugwampi leader, and his charred allies.
I will attempt to identify Khatijah's sword if she is agreeable.
"Do you mind if I take a look at that sword?"
"Don't touch it. It did this."
She holds up her mold covered hand.
Fionn walks over to Khatijah, her head cocked to one side curiously and examines the strange growth on her hand.
"Oh, I wish I'd paid more attention in healing arts. I have no idea what it might be... some kind of mold maybe? But other than that I have no clue. I wouldn't think it would be good for you just by the very nature of it, but I have no idea really if it is harmful or not. I'm so sorry. And I don't yet have the power to cure disease. Where and how did you get this?"
I do not know if I can try to identify it without trying to manipulate it...
"Arizhel, can you perhaps detect magic on it to see if it is a mundane or a magical fungus?"
Malak says a word and then begins to detect magic on Khatijah. Either the sword is cursed or this is some sort of side effect of the magic that permeates it. I did say to be careful though I do not know why it affected you when it did not affect me. Curious.
Tolus only now realizes that Khatijah is moldy. He is shocked. He has heard stories of powerful magics that transformed people, but none mentioned someone molding.
He decides to let the magicians deal with the magic and starts looking through the equipment and gear of the smaller pugwampis for anything of value to the party.
"I think you are doing it wrong, here let us help"
"Zerika, please help?"
Aid Other (Fionn healing of Khatijah
After retrieving the loot and seeing to Khatijah's arm, Tolus calls the party over to the rooms he peeked into just before the fight broke out, and to the damaged statue in particular.
"It appears as if this once held something of great importance. Did this saint have a favored weapon or other item, Finn?"
Her attention pulled away from the mold momentarily, she replies to Tolus:
"Yes, he did, but what it was, I don't know. As I recall, each of the templars of the five winds had a favored weapon, but Vardishal's was whatever his present host's favored weapon was. I'm afraid to say I don't know what the statue might have been holding. Of course it would be proper for him to be wielding the Dawnflower's favored weapon, a scimitar, but I can't say that's the case for sure."
Carefully examining her friend first, with Detect Magic active, Arizhel does her best to analyze the mold creeping up Khatijah's arm. . "I am afraid I have no clue at all about that moss."
"Perhaps the sword will hold an answer. I had hoped to figure out the problem without resorting to this..."
Arizhel picks up the sword as if it were a poisonous snake, carefully turning it this way and that searching for any glyphs or runes to help her determine its origins, while simultaneously using Detect Magic to examine the aura of the weapon that caused her friend to mold on contact.
Edit forgot about the ring, "I thought I paid attention when I was taught how to do this... One last thing to try."
"Although both myself and Arizhel are small, neither of us are very capable combatants, I propose that this wee war hammer should go to Fionn or Kara. I think the same applies to the breastplate. Neither of us is trained in its proper use."
Kara looks at the hammer and armor with distaste and shakes her head. "Maybe Fionn, but I wouldn't know the first thing about such weapons and armor. Besides, I think they'd just weigh me down - the only way I know to stay alive is to be fleet on my feet."
Once Fionn and Arizhel finish looking over the mold, Khatijah grips her forearm like someone had the part growing mold off. Her face is pale as she takes a couple of steps then slides against the wall, down to the floor.
"The sword did this. The one called Tempest."
An apt name, my mind is a tempest of worry.
Well, we can only hope that it does not spread overmuch and is just a side effect of wielding the weapon.
Fionn sighs and takes the armor and hammer. She slips off her small chain shirt and after checking the breastplate for mold (after seeing what happened to Khatijah), puts on the breastplate. Then she picks up and swings the suitably sized warhammer a few times. "I think I prefer my scimitar but I can wield this if something resists my blade for some reason... as for the chain shirt, it's light, but it's too much for me right now... can anyone carry it for me until we get back to the caravan? I'd really appreciate it.. If someone can, I'll split whatever I get for selling it someday with you."
She hangs the warhammer from her belt and looks heavily weighed down for such a diminutive figure.
She grins at Taldor and her eyes crinkle merrily. "That would be cool for you, I'm agreeable to that. It's yours then to trade for something good you can use. How's that work for you?"
Kara nervously tugs on Taldor's sleeve and hold out her hand, an inquisitive look on her face. "Can I...see how heavy it is?"
Well the ring is designed to automatically arrest a fall from a height and bring you down slowly.
Tolus chuckles a little and says, "There are several dead pugs up in the sancutary that wish they had that when the grease spell hit. "
Arizhel whispers to Malak and Fionn, "Is he calling us useless?"
Having been ignored by the burly dwarf, Kara shrinks back to the back of the the party.
"Taldor, May I have that chain shirt Fionn handed you? I think one of us may have use of it for the time being."
Thanking Tador for the shirt, Arizhel heads to the back of the group. Approaching Kara, Arizhel holds out the chain shirt, "I think he just didn't hear you, here try it on..
Kara looks surprised but takes the chain shirt and weighs it in her hands. It's surprisingly light... "Taldor, do you mind if I try it on?"