As the sun inches higher and higher in the sky, the residents of Kenabres are waiting in anticipation. But for the first time this year, it is not the imminent threat of Demonic invasion on the crusader's minds, but rather the Armassee festival! Even the most veteran Crusaders are known to crack a smile at the festival's many events, which range from comical productions of The Two Gentlemen of Oppara to jousting tournaments to exposes on newly discovered spells and magical items. The city is abuzz with rumors of who and what has come to the city this year, and even the commoners who call Kenabres home are making their way towards Clydwell Plaza near the Cathedral of Saint Clydwell to join in the fun.
Just before noon, with the commencement ceremony only minutes away, a select few individuals all notice a relatively open space where they can get a much better view of Lord Hulrum as he prepares to give his speech.
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Eldric waits patiently. He is dressed in, what one might call, simple clothes. Shoes, pants, a belt...and that is it. His attire is not due to a lack of propriety or vanity, nor even the weather. Rather, it is the pair of angelic wings which grow from his back which make the wearing of shirts to be such a hassle for him. With a bow and quiver strapped to him, as well as a simple pack hanging from his belt, he also has the appearance of a wanderer. Looking around for a place to get a good view, Eldric spreads his wings and takes flight to a vantage point.
A ragged looking dwarf stands about pleading with the nearest guard. His simple clothes are covered in dust and mud and are well-worn from time. He wears a plain tunic seemingly stitched together from animal hides and his beard hangs low. He carries no obvious weaponry and he seems slimmer than the typical dwarf but no less stubborn.
"Ye must listen to me lads. I must get to the stone" he begs. The guards mostly ignore him and try to shoo him away as they pay more interest to Lord Hulrum's speech.
A young man stands by the others, he looks around the area.
He stops a middle age man as he walks by him.
Excuse me, I am sorry to bother you but where is that lecture on Magical Properties of Apples?
Eldric waits patiently. He is dressed in, what one might call, simple clothes. Shoes, pants, a belt...and that is it. His attire is not due to a lack of propriety or vanity, nor even the weather. Rather, it is the pair of angelic wings which grow from his back which make the wearing of shirts to be such a hassle for him. With a bow and quiver strapped to him, as well as a simple pack hanging from his belt, he also has the appearance of a wanderer. Looking around for a place to get a good view, Eldric spreads his wings and takes flight to a vantage point.
Eldric finds one near the open space at the side of the plaza. As he glides over, he notices a number of commoners have set their eyes on him, with some gasps and pointed fingers coming from some of the younger citizens. "Look daddy, an Angel!"
A ragged looking dwarf stands about pleading with the nearest guard. His simple clothes are covered in dust and mud and are well-worn from time. He wears a plain tunic seemingly stitched together from animal hides and his beard hangs low. He carries no obvious weaponry and he seems slimmer than the typical dwarf but no less stubborn.
"Ye must listen to me lads. I must get to the stone" he begs. The guards mostly ignore him and try to shoo him away as they pay more interest to Lord Hulrum's speech.
The guard Belg was talking to gets an annoyed look on his face. "Listen buddy, I'm sure Iomedae herself came to you in a dream to tell you that Deskari's hiding under it right now, but nobody gets in to see the Wardstone without authorization and an armed escort. And that takes weeks, even assuming you pass all the Clerical background checks. So just pipe down and be quiet and stop ruining this for the rest of us, mmkay?" He lightly pushes Belg's head away and turns around.
A young man stands by the others, he looks around the area.
He stops a middle age man as he walks by him.
Excuse me, I am sorry to bother you but where is that lecture on Magical Properties of Apples?
"What?" blustered the man, turning to reveal his relatively fine clothing. "Magic doesn't come from apples, that's preposterous!" he blurts out with a clear sense of self-confidence.
A lone man walks into the town square of Kenabres wearing a a set of weathered clerical robes of Ragathiel. Wearing enough weaponry that one might think of him as a crusader.
Handing out bread to the common folk and offering cinnamon candies to the young and children.
"Pleasant day we're having, perfect day for a festival no?"
He says with a warm benevolent smile.
"Ok Ellit, let's go be brave in the market. Another day in Kenebras, may Shelyn save us from fools and demons." On the way out, she set Ran's tea on the tray. Safely outside, she called back into the house. "Good morning mistress Ran, I'm off to the market." then dutifully slammed the door behind her. Ellit kneeded her back through the pack and she moved out into the street. Behind her, the clock began it's morning bells. As she walked through the plaza, she noticed a clearing in the crowd and headed towards it. "I'll just take a look at the speech Ellit, then we can be on our way. Mistress Ran won't mind."
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Mingling among the crowds a cloaked figure makes her way toward the square.
she wears an old worn leather cloak with hood up. as she walks there is the occasional glimpse of armor underneath. the tip of a scabbard is also visible.
reaching the square she stops beside a man handing out candies.
Yes it is replies.
"Look daddy, an angel!" He heard the child yell out. He ignored the looks as he landed on a ledge. He had grown accustomed to such reactions, but it still wasn't easy to handle the expectations. He remembered once when a mother followed him for a mile, carrying a sick baby, begging him to heal it. It was a truly painful experience as he had tried to convince her that he possessed no such blessings. And even when they were not so demanding, the looks of dissapointment were nearly as bad for when he did convince them that he was but a man. A man with wings, but a man none the less. As such, let them gawk, but let them do so from a distance.
It was a good view, he had to admit. He wanted to be able to see and hear Lord Hulrum's speech, which he eagerly awaited.
As Lord Huldrum takes the stage, the crowd quickly falls silent. He clears his throat and prepares to speak, only to be stopped by a flash of light coming from the West, almost as if the sun was rising from the wrong direction. A moment later, the sound of a thunderous explosion rips through the air.
And then suddenly . . . darkness.
You all find yourselves prone and aching all over with ringing ears and blistering headaches. There's so much dust in the air that it's difficult to breathe without coughing, and the sound of coughing all around you indicate you are not alone, wherever you are. Sounds of rocks clattering and moans of pain quickly follow, and you quickly discover your bodies are covered in filth and dirt.
"Augh, not again" the dwarf said as he slowly sat up. His hands came up to rub his eyes and face but for some reason left streak marks across his face as they finished. He cleared his throat and began to climb to his feet as he spoke, seemingly to no one in particular.
"Why mother? Why do you do this again? You swallow these innocent souls but do not claim them? What is this purpose? WHY?" he finally shouts. The coughing seems to distract from his train of thought as he begins to look around. He doesn't bother to dust himself off or clean his clothes. Instead he begins to stare up at the ceiling as if inspecting it, a look of disgust on his face.
He was falling. He was blind and falling! He wrapped his wings around himself to protect them and himself. Panicked gripped him as darkness took him.
When he opened his eyes he realized with some shock that he was alive and whole. He looked around to try and see where he was...
"Mother? Ellit!"
Sarah sits up, and checks in her pack for her cat. Finding the animal unharmed, she calms and looks around the darkness. Then frowns and gestures a light into being. It hovers in the debris and dust and she frowns once more before speaking.
"Hello? Hello!?"
Sarah listens to the echo, then scrambles to look at the coughing dwarf.
"Are you hurt? That was, something. Falling? Rocks?"
She pauses seeing no obvious damage, then gathers herself and yells.
"Is anyone else hurt?"
Pulling debris from his body Edmund rolls over onto his side, trying in vain to see through the darkness.
He reaches into his belt pouch feeling with practice, the number of folds to find the correct component. He pulls forth a small Firefly. With his other hand he feels around the area for a object and finds a rock of some sort.
أنارأشعلوضح ترجلأحرقضاء
As the phrase leaves his lips and the Firefly is consumed by the arcane magic, he touches the rock and feels the mystic energies running through his body towards the rock. His Light spell helps to cast light into the darkness. He takes in what has happened and where he is located. He stands up slowly
Hello....what happened....anyone?
He was falling. He was blind and falling! He wrapped his wings around himself to protect them and himself. Panicked gripped him as darkness took him.
When he opened his eyes he realized with some shock that he was alive and whole. He looked around to try and see where he was...
[dice=Perception]1d20+8
As Eldric tries to take a look around a small rock falls and hits him square in the face. He could make out what appears to be rock walls around him, but that's it.
"Mother? Ellit!"
Sarah sits up, and checks in her pack for her cat. Finding the animal unharmed, she calms and looks around the darkness. Then frowns and gestures a light into being. It hovers in the debris and dust and she frowns once more before speaking.
"Hello? Hello!?"
Sarah listens to the echo, then scrambles to look at the coughing dwarf.
"Are you hurt? That was, something. Falling? Rocks?"
She pauses seeing no obvious damage, then gathers herself and yells.
"Is anyone else hurt?"
Pulling debris from his body Edmund rolls over onto his side, trying in vain to see through the darkness.
He reaches into his belt pouch feeling with practice, the number of folds to find the correct component. He pulls forth a small Firefly. With his other hand he feels around the area for a object and finds a rock of some sort.
أنارأشعلوضح ترجلأحرقضاء
As the phrase leaves his lips and the Firefly is consumed by the arcane magic, he touches the rock and feels the mystic energies running through his body towards the rock. His Light spell helps to cast light into the darkness. He takes in what has happened and where he is located. He stands up slowly
Hello....what happened....anyone?
Sarah and Edmund both hear some other voices, but there's a lot of them, all doing a mixture of cursing, whimpering, and asking questions calmly.
The first figure the two can make out seems to be a woman, lying on the ground, her right leg pinned beneath some rocks. "S@~@ s*~& s@@#--arrgh! Can someone help me get this damn thing off!" she shouts out, desperately trying and failing to push the rocks aside with her arms.
There is also an elven man, leaning up against a wall, hands covering most of his face. Between his fingers, Sarah recognizes the signs of burnt and scarred flesh.
Finally, there is a mildly overweight man who Edmund recognizes as a man he saw just before the explosion, who looks very nervous and unsettled, but otherwise mostly unharmed.
Caisramriel stands to his feet, head shaking and lungs full of dust.
Scanning the room for anyone or thing. He hears voices filling the chamber.
"By the seven Heavens, where are we?" He said with concern.
He presses a finger against his temple, manifesting a golden halo. A brilliant light cuts through the oppressive darkness.
Hearing what appears to be a woman in pain, he rushes over to her. Without a moments hesitation he attempts to lift the rock off of her leg.
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The collapsing rubble had taken Sabrina by surprise. she remained practically unconscious until awakened by the sounds of others.
She struggles to her feet, wiping her brow leaving a small streak of blood on her hand.
The wound was minor, she would survive.
Sabrina struggles to get a sense of her surroundings, where the sounds of others are coming from.
Eldric rises unsteadily to his feet, dazed and disoriented. He sees Caisramriel helping lift rubble off of an injured townsperson. Without truly thinking he rushes over to help.
Once next to Caisramriel, he couldn't help but notice whom he was next to. He was used to being mistaken for an angel, but standing next to the Grigori he felt anything but. Caisramriel stood at six foot three, and thus towered over the five foot eight aasimar. Where Eldric was, if he said so himself, well-toned, Caisramriel's body appeared honed to perfection.
Once the stone was off he awkwardly stepped back, allowing the man whom he assumed to be a priest help the injured.
Eldric and Caisramriel both manage to push the rock off the woman's leg. "Thanks for the help" she says sincerely. "Any idea where we are? I remember a huge explosion from the Kite--Oh no the Wardstone!", the panic quickly taking over her face as she makes the realization. She tries to quickly stand up, but her right leg immediately buckles and she collapses back onto the ground, clutching it in agony.
As the dust settle and various light sources flicker on, the surroundings start to come into clearer view (for everyone):
Notably, what appears to be a large spider of some kind lies on the floor in front of the group, though it is covered in blood and does not appear to be moving. A closer examination might reveal more however.
Caisramriel looks over to the man that helped him with out hesitation.
'Through strife and tragedy sprouts kindness and compassion.'
"You must be an Aasimar no? You remind me of myself during my youth. The name is Griffith Leodian, of House Leodian. However we're all equals here, not need for titles."
Caisramriel focuses his attention on the young woman.
"Let me look at your leg, I believe it might be broken. We need to make your a crutch top support your weight."
Caisramriel pulls out some bandages and a small pair of scissors from his healer's kit fasten to his belt. He begins to cut the fabric on her injured leg. Examining her leg seeing what he can do to remedy the situation. Looking around the room for something to bind her leg.
Caisramriel looks over to the man that helped him with out hesitation.
'Through strife and tragedy sprouts kindness and compassion.'"You must be an Aasimar no? You remind me of myself during my youth. The name is Griffith Leodian, of House Leodian. However we're all equals here, not need for titles."
Caisramriel focuses his attention on the young woman.
"Let me look at your leg, I've help many before. It may hurt, but that's not intentional."Caisramriel pulls out some bandages and a small pair of scissors from his healer's kit fasten to his belt. He begins to cut the fabric on her injured leg. Examining her leg seeing what he can do to remedy the situation.
[dice=Heal]1d20+4
Caisramriel is pretty sure her leg is broken, and that she's going to need a cast or something similar to move around. Its also not something that can bet fixed with simple healing magic.
"I believe your leg is broken, I will try to make you a splint." He trys to smile to keep her morale up and reassure her.
Caisramriel looks around the room for two pieces of wood, with the rope in his pack he plans on making crafting a splint for her leg to offer her support.
Caisramriel remains cautious of the large spider. Still focus on looking for material for the splint.
he urges other to deal with the spider while others tend to the wounded.
"Those that can fight should engage or investigate that spider, the rest tend to the wounded." He says with confidence, still a solider at heart.
Eldric mumbled his name back as the grigori turned his attention to the injured woman's leg. Looking up he saw the stone above them and shuddered. He felt trapped, like a bird in a cage. It was a bone chilling feeling. So distracted was he that he only then saw the large spider in the middle of the room. Acting on instinct he immediately had his bow in his hands, but stopped himself from firing when he saw that the creature was covered in blood and wasn't moving. Knowing that not everyone present could see in the dark, he called out:
"Everyone, be careful. There is the corpse of a giant spider in front of us. It looks dead. Probably killed when the ground collapsed. But there might be more. Gather everyone together, especially the wounded and the children. We need to find a way out of here, but we also don't want to lose anyone to these creatures before hand. If you can't see in the dark, don't panic. Stay where you are and we will bring you to safety. If you can see the light from our mage, slowly and carefully make your way to him."
"How can I help?"
Sarah moves to the elf, looking him over professionally, her bow in hand in case the spider shaped rocks move.
"If I had my kit, but if I was wishing for things I might as well wish we were all safe at Mistress Ran's clock and the wound closed."
Sarah peers at the burned flesh, then continues in flawless formal Elven, her voice calm and warm.
"Let me help you, my name is Sarah and I serve Shelyn. You are among friends, but it is not safe, nor familiar. We are underground, I think. Do you hurt anywhere else? I can see your face is burned, although you'll need to move your hands for me to assess it."
Edmund looks around the are to see who is nearby. He tosses the stone that has light on it about twenty feet away. He reaches down and picks up several pebbles. He pulls forth another small Firefly and cast another Light spell.
أنارأشعلوضح ترجلأحرقضاء
Those that can walk come to me. If you are or see someone that is injured speak up and let us know. We will help as many as we can.
He points to the overweight man.
You sir come over here and join me.
He scans the room and speaks up one more time
I know everyone is scared but we will get through this, we need you all to remain calm.
"I believe your leg is broken, I will try to make you a splint." He trys to smile to keep her morale up and reassure her.
Caisramriel looks around the room for two pieces of wood, with the rope in his pack he plans on making crafting a splint for her leg to offer her support.
[dice=Perception]1d20+8
Caisramriel finds enough scrap wood around to fashion a makeshift splint. "Name's Anevia Tirabade by the way. I don't suppose you know a quick way out of here?". She pulls out her bow. "I don't know exactly what's going on on the surface right now, but I imagine Kenabres needs our help more than ever if the Wardstone exploded". The resignation in her voice was palpable.
"How can I help?"
Sarah moves to the elf, looking him over professionally, her bow in hand in case the spider shaped rocks move.
[dice=heal]1d20 + 2
[dice=bow if needed]1d20 + 4[dice=CLW if needed]1d8 + 1
"If I had my kit, but if I was wishing for things I might as well wish we were all safe at Mistress Ran's clock and the wound closed."
Sarah peers at the burned flesh, then continues in flawless formal Elven, her voice calm and warm.
"Let me help you, my name is Sarah and I serve Shelyn. You are among friends, but it is not safe, nor familiar. We are underground, I think. Do you hurt anywhere else? I can see your face is burned, although you'll need to move your hands for me to assess it."
"I can speak common lass, don't both yourself with that." He slowly pulls his shaking hands away, revealing a massive burn scar covering most of his face. Both of his eyes are singed and it is clear that he's been effectively blinded. "Well, today just keeps getting better and better now, doesn't it" he said, with a layer of joking yet despondent sarcasm.
Edmund looks around the are to see who is nearby. He tosses the stone that has light on it about twenty feet away. He reaches down and picks up several pebbles. He pulls forth another small Firefly and cast another Light spell.
أنارأشعلوضح ترجلأحرقضاء
Those that can walk come to me. If you are or see someone that is injured speak up and let us know. We will help as many as we can.
He points to the overweight man.
You sir come over here and join me.
The man looks very unsettled, and after Edmund speaks, he responds: "Don't throw light spells everywhere! What if there's something dangerous nearby you idiot!"
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As Sabrina gains her senses she notices the spider. glancing around seeing the others being helped.
I'll go investigate the spider corpse, Any healers that are able please tend to the wounded as best you can. any that wish to can join me in securing our perimeter.
Sabrina seems to speak like an experienced veteran. with the loss of her cloak covering, Sabrina's attire is more prevalent. She is garbed in armor dating back to the first or second crusade. with symbol of Iomedae upon her brestplate and family crest upon her shield.
Sabrina draws her family sword and cautiously approaches the spider corpse.
"Ah. Your eyes appear damaged, although I suspect that were you to find your way to the temple it could be resolved. You also have some tissue damage, which I might alleviate with shelyn's aid. Will you consent to be healed? I know nothing of your faith, or my godesses's part in it, but ours is an easy offer free of debts. We seek merely to restore the beauty in a natural form."
Sarah leads the elf back to Edmund.
"If you will follow me, here is my hand. Careful, there is some gravel here..."
Settling him with the mage, she looks next to the injured woman, then asks Caisramriel to clarify.
"Does she need more than a splint? If you can, bring her here, if not I will come to you."
Caisramriel looks up at the young half-elf.
"The splint will hold Anevia's leg together, but she will need something to help her walk, for now I can support her."
He picks up Anevia, carrying her to the half-elf.
Placing her carefully on the ground.
He draws his greatsword,"maybe I can craft you a crutch from that spider's leg."
Caisramriel walks over to the Crusader,"by the light of Heaven, I will lend you my swords."
Belg just shook his head as Anevia spoke about the wardstone exploding. "Why wouldn't they just listen?" he wondered aloud.
"Bah, pull yourself together old boy. Who's to know what woulda happened had ya been there. Ye probably be exploded too." He shook his head as his focus seemed to return.
"The great mother has swallowed us up, wrapped us up in her arms like a cocoon made of rock to protect us all I reckon. No idea what's happening up there, but the stone needs us. We should go. Here, let me take the girl. I ain't gots no big sword to swing anyway and she won't slow me down nones" he said as he made his way over to Anevia and extended his arm.
As the man berated Edmund.
Idiot? Should I just stand here and let others die while I have the means to help them.
He give the man a look of disgust and looks on him with distaste. With a voice that one would use on any fledgling apprentice.
You are underground....and some of us here are not blessed with the ability to see in the dark...ok... He stops for a few seconds and his voice changes tone to a calm manner. He looks on the man with understanding and reassurance. Look, anything that means us harm that is down here...most likely lives in the dark and therefore can already see in the dark. I do not know about you but it makes sense to me to have everyone able to see any dangers that would come our way instead of a select few. Now could you please come over here and help us get out of here...
instead of judging those that are trying to save us all. Idiot!
Caisramriel looks up at the young half-elf.
"The splint will hold Anevia's leg together, but she will need something to help her walk, for now I can support her."He picks up Anevia, carrying her to the half-elf.
Placing her carefully on the ground.He draws his greatsword,"maybe I can craft you a crutch from that spider's leg."
Caisramriel walks over to the Crusader,"by the light of Heaven, I will lend you my swords."
As Sabrina gains her senses she notices the spider. glancing around seeing the others being helped.
I'll go investigate the spider corpse, Any healers that are able please tend to the wounded as best you can. any that wish to can join me in securing our perimeter.
Sabrina seems to speak like an experienced veteran. with the loss of her cloak covering, Sabrina's attire is more prevalent. She is garbed in armor dating back to the first or second crusade. with symbol of Iomedae upon her brestplate and family crest upon her shield.
Sabrina draws her family sword and cautiously approaches the spider corpse.
[dice=perception]1d20+2
Anevia will speak up upon seeing that. “Oh, are you a Paladin? Good that’ll be—ahh“ She winces a little bit as she is picked up, but quickly recovers. “That’ll be a big help. I’ve got no idea what's down here, but I doubt it’s going to be friendly.”
Also, Sabrina will notice a muffled chewing sound coming from the spider, and a moving bulge near its abdomen as she approaches.
"Ah. Your eyes appear damaged, although I suspect that were you to find your way to the temple it could be resolved. You also have some tissue damage, which I might alleviate with shelyn's aid. Will you consent to be healed? I know nothing of your faith, or my godesses's part in it, but ours is an easy offer free of debts. We seek merely to restore the beauty in a natural form."
Sarah leads the elf back to Edmund.
"If you will follow me, here is my hand. Careful, there is some gravel here..."
He will let you cast on his eyes, and after the first CLW application he still looks very far from being healthy. ”Ah, a true healer. Thank you for that Sarah, but we should not be wasting crucial resources.” he says with a measure of authority in his voice. "My name is Aravashnial, Riftwarden of Kenabres. I believe I heard a Griffith, and Anevia, but who else is here?”. But before anyone else can respond, he suddenly speaks again. ”Wait, Anevia Tirabade? Are you married to Irabeth?”
Anevia will respond “Yeah, she’s my wife. And I really wish I knew where she was right now, because I’m pretty sure she’s going to be worried sick for me.” she chuckles a bit “And I imagine another Paladin might be helpful for getting everyone out of here.”
Belg just shook his head as Anevia spoke about the wardstone exploding. "Why wouldn't they just listen?" he wondered aloud.
"Bah, pull yourself together old boy. Who's to know what woulda happened had ya been there. Ye probably be exploded too." He shook his head as his focus seemed to return.
"The great mother has swallowed us up, wrapped us up in her arms like a cocoon made of rock to protect us all I reckon. No idea what's happening up there, but the stone needs us. We should go. Here, let me take the girl. I ain't gots no big sword to swing anyway and she won't slow me down nones" he said as he made his way over to Anevia and extended his arm.
“Thanks. I’ll try not to be too much of a burden here.”
As the man berated Edmund.
Idiot? Should I just stand here and let others die while I have the means to help them.
He give the man a look of disgust and looks on him with distaste. With a voice that one would use on any fledgling apprentice.
You are underground....and some of us here are not blessed with the ability to see in the dark...ok... He stops for a few seconds and his voice changes tone to a calm manner. He looks on the man with understanding and reassurance. Look, anything that means us harm that is down here...most likely lives in the dark and therefore can already see in the dark. I do not know about you but it makes sense to me to have everyone able to see any dangers that would come our way instead of a select few. Now could you please come over here and help us get out of here...
instead of judging those that are trying to save us all. Idiot!
http://www.d20pfsrd.com/magic/all-spells/l/light/
The man will frown a bit at the rebuke, but won’t say anything else to Edmund. He will however notice that Sarah is applying healing and immediately rush over to her, holding his wrist. “Oh, goodness, a healer. I’ve hurt my hand, and I think you should take a look at it—It hurts immensely!”
She smiles and speaks gently to the elf.
"No fear brave guardian, my gift is a gift to be shared. It renews itself."
Sarah then looks Anevia over, wincing at the break, but agrees with the Griffith's treatment. She casts about for a handy crutch, but spies nothing useful within reach before the man arrives at her side.
Sarah then turns her attention to the new injury, and patient, running a short bit of magic along it, cleaning, before she examines it in earnest.
"Does this hurt?"
She spreads his fingers gently, her attention entirely on his hands.
"You have elegant hands, sir. Let me know if any of this feels sharp, or biting, since then you will need a splint as well. I am Sarah, and I serve Mistress Ran in her clocktower, as well as Shelyn."
As Belg waited for the others, he scanned the ceiling above. Outside of the groans and whispered voices, it was pretty quiet. If the wardstone really had exploded, then the wards themselves would have been impacted, possibly even neutralized. If that were true, then who knows what could be happening above in the city streets. They needed to get back up to the city. If he couldn't get to the wardstone in time to stop its destruction, perhaps the great mother had a reason to spare him and the others. Still, he had to wonder if she was bringing them all together for a reason. Did they all have a part to play, or was this just another situation he would have to survive?
Edmund shakes his head as the man runs towards the healer
Do not forget to get your hangnail check out, Oh brave one
She smiles and speaks gently to the elf.
"No fear brave guardian, my gift is a gift to be shared. It renews itself."
[dice=Heal]1d20+2
[dice=Perception]1d20+2Sarah then looks Anevia over, wincing at the break, but agrees with the Griffith's treatment. She casts about for a handy crutch, but spies nothing useful within reach before the man arrives at her side.
[dice=Heal]1d20+2
Sarah then turns her attention to the new injury, and patient, running a short bit of magic along it, cleaning, before she examines it in earnest.
[dice=diplomacy]1d20+4
"Does this hurt?"
She spreads his fingers gently, her attention entirely on his hands.
"You have elegant hands, sir. Let me know if any of this feels sharp, or biting, since then you will need a splint as well. I am Sarah, and I serve Mistress Ran in her clocktower, as well as Shelyn."
[dice=CLW]1d8+1
Anevia is probably the most hurt after the first round of healing, so she will get that CLW. Aravashnial is still far from healthy, but he's stable enough to move. "Ah, thank you very much." Anevia says politely, as the cuts around her broken leg stop bleeding.
Sarah however examines the man's hand, and spies nothing more than a few minor cuts and scrapes. He'd be alright with a bandage, and he probably doesn't even need that.
"Oh, and has anyone seen my spellbook?" Aravashnial asks the group. "Its probably no use to me in this state, but should we manage to fix my eyes, I'd like to be at full combat capability."
Sarah bandages the man's hand, taking extra care as she does to make sure it is comfortable. Better to be overly concerned and keep people calm.
"There we go. I'll make some cool water and we can redo the bandage when we decide on a place to camp this evening, but we're going to have to find a way out of this cave. This should prevent any chance of infection."
"Me a paladin? I sadly don't have the designation to be knighted as a Paladin. However Paladins and I both fight for and serve the light."
Casramriel places Anevia at the master dwarf who's near the half-elf.
"I thank you two. What are you names? I wouldn't want to call you master dwarf and young half-elf." he asks as he walks towards the crusader with his sword drawn.
Caisramriel makes his way to the crusader.
"Anything of interest, shall we flank it?"
"Belg is I, and I is Belg, son of the stone and the great mother. Born of the dirt and soon to be returned to it...although this is sooner than even I expected. And who you be?"
Griffith turns his head towards the dwarf.
"Griffith Leodian, of House Leodian."
Sarah bandages the man's hand, taking extra care as she does to make sure it is comfortable. Better to be overly concerned and keep people calm.
"There we go. I'll make some cool water and we can redo the bandage when we decide on a place to camp this evening, but we're going to have to find a way out of this cave. This should prevent any chance of infection."
The man grunts a bit, looking disappointed at not getting some more magical healing but also a little relieved over his hand. "Umm . . .thanks." Though his tone quickly shifts back--"Uh, come on now! Surely you can fix her leg up and fix his eyes! Hurry up and do it!" His fancy jewelry sparkles a bit as the bandages are applied.
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Eldric gets the distinct impression the man is trying to hide how nervous he is, and has fallen back to ordering people around as sort of a panic reaction.
While Eldric could tell, more or less, what was wrong with the man, speaking with people never really came easy to him. He approached the man, whom he assumed was a noble, given his penchant for barking orders and his expensive jewelry. As politely as possible he asked to talk to him. Trying to be discreet he said "Your advice is sound, but I think that they know what they are doing. From what I can see we have plenty of skilled people here and we should be out of this mess shortly. But I think that some of the others are panicky, and shouting orders will make it worse for them. Do you think that you could take charge of taking stock and gathering what supplies we have? We are seeing to our security and heal the injured, but that task is just as important."
He hoped that if the man listened, having a clear and simple task would calm his nerves. That, and it really was something that would need to be done if they were really stuck here for any length of time.
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Sabrina welcomes the support. there is more to that carcass than meets the eye I believe. Something is using it as a home. she says indicating the movement she noticed.
Sabrina carefully approaches staying ready for an attack.
We may have some company she says to the others with the wounded hoping to warn them of potential danger.
Edmund moves up behind the woman that move forward to investigate the spider, holding his light stone up high. Hoping to shine some light onto the creature so that all can see it better.