Solace (Inactive)

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Pathfinder ruleset, E6 subset, sandbox homebrew game


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"Bad stone?" Garrett repeats, bewildered. "THIS is blood! Someone is hurt! Was it your stone that did this? Hey! Slow down!"

As he continued westward towards the watchtower, Garrett had the undeniable feeling that this whole situation was going to end badly. He wanted to call out to his father as he passed by the blacksmith but he knew by the tightened muscles of his jaw that now wasn't the time to ask him for anything. Helplessly, he follows the confusing boy to hopefully uncover whatever dark mystery he stumbled upon.


Female Human Ranger Level 2

That last shot was for round 6 so I think I'm out of it.


Yeah, after round six it'll be at 280 feet, so whatever range increments and probably a bit of cover as it flys over the rooftops of houses to get away.


Male RETIRED Blue Goblin Chirurgeon 2

Havak's shot for round 6:

-2 range penalty brings me from +5 to +3
1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23!
1d6 ⇒ 2

crit confirm 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

"Firing!" shouts Havak to warn others, before he moves 30ft to the side to prevent a missed bolt from returning to hit him.


Garrett Snow wrote:

"Bad stone?" Garrett repeats, bewildered. "THIS is blood! Someone is hurt! Was it your stone that did this? Hey! Slow down!"

As he continued westward towards the watchtower, Garrett had the undeniable feeling that this whole situation was going to end badly. He wanted to call out to his father as he passed by the blacksmith but he knew by the tightened muscles of his jaw that now wasn't the time to ask him for anything. Helplessly, he follows the confusing boy to hopefully uncover whatever dark mystery he stumbled upon.

"Hm? Blood? Oh...no I don't think...We really should find it. I'm pretty sure it's this way." Dante says, pointing his chin ahead of him to the north. "The watchtower, I think." The boxed clutched tightly to his chest rumbles a bit as the stones move around with each step. He almost loses grip on his odd mask, but catches it, and with a sigh, continues walking, now with a bit faster pace.


Havak wrote:

Havak's shot for round 6:

-2 range penalty brings me from +5 to +3
1d20+3!
1d6

crit confirm 1d20+3

"Firing!" shouts Havak to warn others, before he moves 30ft to the side to prevent a missed bolt from returning to hit him.

Nicely done!

Just as it seems creature will vanish from view behind the windmill, Havak's bolt strikes it squarely between the wings, and with one last twitch and coil, it falls swiftly, striking the roff of a nearby house and rolling offl before landing in a small puff of dirt in the ground some 40 feet or so away.

end of combat


Male RETIRED Blue Goblin Chirurgeon 2

Havak will move to collect the creature if Amara doesn't beat him to it. He has used his movement for this round so she would be able to get to it first.

"wooo" sighs Havak as he picks his over-large teeth, "That tired Havak out. How does Abram feel?" he asks, looking to Abram.


Female Human Ranger Level 2

Amara, impressed by Havak's shot whistle's Nice one! before grabbing the sack and heading off to retrieve the body.

She returns to the others and checks on Nash and Abram. Havak, are you Okay? You seem to have taken the brunt of the creature's wrath?


Male RETIRED Blue Goblin Chirurgeon 2

"Havak was poisoned, but It's ok. Just need to rest. "


Female Human Ranger Level 2

"Well the bad news is there are at least 5 more of those things in the area."


Great. The watch tower. I hope he and his "sister" don't decide to throw me off when all this is done.

Garrett begrudgingly ignores Dante's dismissive reaction to the blood spatter on the doorway reasoning that whatever he was being led to was more pressing than he was led to believe.

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21


After several moments, Abrams seems to come to his senses, and takes a deep breath, as if coming up for air suddenly. He looks around with a panicked look, and his eyes show confusion.
"Havak, I...I think I'm alright. What just happened?"


Garrett Snow wrote:

Great. The watch tower. I hope he and his "sister" don't decide to throw me off when all this is done.

Garrett begrudgingly ignores Dante's dismissive reaction to the blood spatter on the doorway reasoning that whatever he was being led to was more pressing than he was led to believe.

[dice=Perception]1d20+4
[dice=Sense Motive]1d20+5

Sense Motive:
Dante definitely is very focused, there is no subterfuge whatsoever in his face. He seems to genuinely think that the stone is important.

Perception:
Not really sure what Garrett is looking for here, passive perception isn't going to give him much more information, but if he has something specific in mind, I can elaborate...


Male RETIRED Blue Goblin Chirurgeon 2

"the creature cast a charm spell on you. Amara and Havak killed it"


Havak wrote:
"the creature cast a charm spell on you. Amara and Havak killed it"

"A charm spell? That is disturbing."

Abram seems to compose himself. "It was young, so I'm saddened that it started a new cycle before its time, but it seems it is...was, very dangerous. The stories I've heard of things like this may have more truth to them than I gave credit." Then, looking to Amara; "There were more of these things you say?


It was just a general throw. Basically keeping my eyes out for anything unusual as we get closer to and eventually inside the watchtower


Female Human Ranger Level 2

"I too would have liked to have kept it alive and learned more of it but it didn't give us much choice."
She removes the pieces of shell from her pack and shows them to Abram. "We found a nest; there are at least the other hatchlings and possibly a parent or two around. What do you know of them Abram? Do we need to warn the townsfolk?."
Amara's concern for her family and the other people in the town show plainly on her face. Maybe they will stay in the forest, we can only hope.


F Changeling Oracle 1, Witch 1/AC 12/HP 13/F +3 R +3 W +8/Init +1/Perc +7/+9

Having had every intention of leaving the Watchtower and heading back to town, Sansa instead remains put. To no-one she asserts, "They do not expect me in town. None shall miss me", believing it the truth, except perhaps for Mother Celeste. The Elven woman's sweetness and love were indisputable.

The only action she does take is to put her gloves on. Sansa sighs aloud and deep. "They are only nails. Yet, they will cause a fuss." Again she speaks to no one. First one of her eyes change colour and now her nails grow longer and hardier. There was also a burgeoning essence growing inside of her; an energy that sought an outlet. Her magical abilities had been growing, a little at first, but now steadier. Two days ago, a bird had misjudged the doorway of the Watchtower and hit its wing then head and fell to the floor. Sansa had watched it at first, twitching on the ground and then growing motionless. She had stood and walked over to it, and laying her hand upon its wing, she whispered ancient words and she felt her power rise to answer the call, thick and full and it quietly burst forth through her fingertips, her hand. Seconds later the bird had stirred as if waking from a dream, and, as she stepped away, it drew up and flew back out the door. She had felt sorry for the small bird and even though there were days where such a sight did not stir her heart, this time it had, for it happened inside her beloved Watchtower and she would not see it stained by death.

Returning to the present, Sansa looks out, watching the blues of the sky play across the horizon. She begins humming a tune; both melancholy and strange, and its melody rises and falls in time with her heartbeat. She smiles up into the heavens. The smile, if observed, would have been described as feral -- wild -- and full of longing.

"Something's coming."


Male Awakened crow (magical beast) Bard 1

Rook floated over town scanning for Abram who even in his old age still managed to be everywhere and nowhere at once. His mind still focused on the the looming threat of flying serpents he lost track of the others.

Still the creature was captured while others might be wandering free near town. Corvina!

His eyes shot wide with the thought, just as an arrow shot past him. In a burst of feathers he spun around to find the source as a couple more shot into the air.

Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (11) + 9 = 20


Amara Sontan wrote:

"I too would have liked to have kept it alive and learned more of it but it didn't give us much choice."

She removes the pieces of shell from her pack and shows them to Abram. "We found a nest; there are at least the other hatchlings and possibly a parent or two around. What do you know of them Abram? Do we need to warn the townsfolk?."
Amara's concern for her family and the other people in the town show plainly on her face. Maybe they will stay in the forest, we can only hope.

Abram frowns now.

"Unfortunately, I know only stories. What tales I have heard say that there were, long long ago winged serpents. The tales say that long before dragons, there were serpents like these. The serpents were powerful and swift, but they were jealous of limbs of goblin and elf and went to war with them. It was told that they were all driven away, but I thought they were just stories."
Considering the information about more of the beasts, he looks panicked for a mere moment, but composes himself.
"Yes, If there are more, we should have the other folk be on the lookout, and get indoors if they are seen. I'll have Nash begin to tell the others and I'll speak to who I can as well."


Elarya, Garrett, and Sansa

As the afternoon wears on, a bit of a chill comes over the area and with it, comes a slowly building wind. Light at first, it seems almost pleasant, carrying the smells of the crops with it, and the flowers that grow nearby. The grass around the road is high, reaching a bit more than a foot up, but is wispy and a deep healthy green. In the north, at the watchtower, Sansa leans against the railing looking up at the sky. Following the path of a bright blue and yellow butterfly that caught her eye, she turns to the south, and can see a figure not too far off (Elarya), making its way hastily towards her.

From the south, Dante and Garrett move a bit slower, but coming up over a low hill, Garret can spot the tower head of him, and just about to reach it, another figure, moving with some speed.

Just walking to the watchtower from town would take somewhere around an hour, I figure, but Elarya is jogging so she'll make it there quicker. For conveniences sake, I'm going to say that Dante and Garrett are only a few minutes behind.


Approaching the group from around the north side of the windmill, Jerem calmly walk up, eyeing the group with concern.
"Experiencing trouble, are we? I caught the end of that battle, and that beast was indeed rather fierce. Perhaps I could be of service? Thanks to my travels, and the gifts that The One has given me, I have some success in bringing to heel beasts that would plague the innocent. If I was taken to the spot where they were first found, I believe that The One could filter through me his grace, and protect the people of Solace.


F Changeling Oracle 1, Witch 1/AC 12/HP 13/F +3 R +3 W +8/Init +1/Perc +7/+9

The light wind whips at her hair, tousling the midnight strands about her pale face. She was not disturbed by it and did not make a move to rectify it.

Sansa leans more firmly on the railing, knowing the give and take of the old wood and metal. The pretty butterfly's dance had caught her attention and she watched its wings adjust for the wind movement and felt envy at its ability to fly. A sigh escapes her pretty bow mouth.

Her eyes light southward and she notices a figure fastly approaching her Watchtower. Elarya. Yes, the older girl's long, blonde braid was not hard to place. Why is she coming to my Watchtower? The internal question nags at her, throwing her good mood into a bit of a tailspin. But Elarya was not the only one approaching over the hill. Sansa sighs more deeply. "My brother and the good one", the latter description referencing Garrett, but her eyes keep their vigil and she watches his steady gait as all three approach her place of refuge. Now, what is this all about ...? A note of annoyance tainting the words inside her head.

Mother Celeste would want me to be hospitable. I shall have to invite them in. Sansa raises her gloved hand and waves briefly, hoping they would see her as she had them.

Perception (to note anything else in the area): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12


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Sansa's Perception:
Initially, Sansa would note little other than the three figures making their way to the tower and the wind beginning to pick up. After several seconds of focusing on taking in her surroundings, however, she notices a slight taste/smell of ozone in the air.

A quick description of the watchtower: It is roughly 40 feet tall in an L shape, with a doubled frame of thick wood nailed with (now rusted) large nails, similar to modern railroad ties. The base is a 10ft by 30ft rectangle and the lower level consists of an old storage area including a simple (empty) weapon rack a small stove and two beds, the covering of which has long since rotted away. It consists of only two levels, the bottom and the top area, and that is mostly open with a 5 foot open space between the roof and the top level. Many years ago, when the Kingdom cared more about the Cythrik raiders, the watchtower was in full use, but since a kind of "purge" and the defeat of said beings, it has fallen into disrepair. The oldest living person in Solace probably hasn't seen a Cythrik since they were a child, and many children of Solace have probably never even heard of them.

rough sketch of the watchtower to follow shortly...


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A link to the watchtower, sorry, I'm no architect.

Watchtower


Male RETIRED Blue Goblin Chirurgeon 2

"Havak will go to the graveyard before it gets dark. Need moonsilver for the smith's order." says Havak, before doing heading in the direction of the graveyard.


F Changeling Oracle 1, Witch 1/AC 12/HP 13/F +3 R +3 W +8/Init +1/Perc +7/+9

GM: Like the drawing -- thanks, for it helps with the visuals!

The odor crosses her nostrils; it's pungent and somewhat familiar and she wonders if it is naturally or magically sourced.

Curious, Sansa moves her face slowly back and forth and sniffs the air from different directions trying to determine where it is coming from.

Knowledge, Arcana: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25
Survival (to determine direction of odor): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17


HP: 20/23 AC 14/12/12: F +5, R +2, W -1, Per:+4, Init: +2, Rage: 8/8

Elarya continues to trudge along at a steady pace. Her breathing is just starting to get heavy. The warehouse was all she saw, and didn't even notice Garrett and Dante walking up to the abandoned place.

She tested the ladder once inside before scaling it to the top. Once there, she sees only Sansa, seeming to sniff around as like she's looking for something.

"Uh, um... I don't- Would you know where Dante is? I found this and I think it's his. It somehow wound up in my boot."

I second the sentiments on the drawing.


Sansa Allende wrote:

GM: Like the drawing -- thanks, for it helps with the visuals!

The odor crosses her nostrils; it's pungent and somewhat familiar and she wonders if it is naturally or magically sourced.

Curious, Sansa moves her face slowly back and forth and sniffs the air from different directions trying to determine where it is coming from.

Knowledge Arcana:
The sensation is definitely not natural, although is reminiscent of the smell after lightning has struck an area.

Survival:
Hard to say from staying in the same place, but it is definitely close by


HP: 20/23 AC 14/12/12: F +5, R +2, W -1, Per:+4, Init: +2, Rage: 8/8

GM: How long has it been since the fight with the snake? If I remember right Non-lethal heals a point an hour. Also, there more of those damn things here aren't there.


F Changeling Oracle 1, Witch 1/AC 12/HP 13/F +3 R +3 W +8/Init +1/Perc +7/+9

Sansa continues testing the air for the scent and waits before answering Elarya. Sansa is slightly annoyed that the older girl walked into her tower without announcing herself or asking to be permitted inside. No manners.

Sansa turns around slowly, the movement seemingly fluid and she takes a few steps toward Elarya, her mismatched eyes fixed and unblinking. The motion is effortless and it doesn't seem as if she is walking at all.

"Elarya. I didn't hear you knock."

Sansa extends her hand to take possession of the item and examine it more closely.

"Dante and Garrett are not far behind. " She does not elaborate further.

Perception (re Elarya's item): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14


Elarya Whitescale wrote:
GM: How long has it been since the fight with the snake? If I remember right Non-lethal heals a point an hour. Also, there more of those damn things here aren't there.

would be just over an hour after the fight, and that is true, NL comes back a point an hour. as for more of the things....


the perception test does not get Sansa any extra information, but she will note the mark on it, which could be some kind of serpent or insect.


HP: 20/23 AC 14/12/12: F +5, R +2, W -1, Per:+4, Init: +2, Rage: 8/8
Sansa Allende wrote:

"Elarya. I didn't hear you knock."

Sansa extends her hand to take possession of the item and examine it more closely.

Elarya hesitates for a moment before giving Sansa the stone. As for her lack of manners, she does at least mutter an embarrassed apology.

Just because I'm a miserable wretch doesn't mean I have to be rude, even if she's an odd one.

Her eyes fall on the changeling's feet that barely kiss the ground.

And probably a witch...

Sansa Allende wrote:
"Dante and Garrett are not far behind. " She does not elaborate further.

"Huh? Oh, I must have missed them."

&%*#@!

GM: &%*#@.


F Changeling Oracle 1, Witch 1/AC 12/HP 13/F +3 R +3 W +8/Init +1/Perc +7/+9

Sansa would have run her finger over the scratching but she was wearing her gloves and she did not feel she could remove the gloves in front of Elarya.

"It looks like a serpent or insect. Dante may tell you more. If he feels like it. He enjoys his secrets."


from her position now at the top of the tower, Elarya would now be able to see Garrett and Dante down the road several minutes away.


F Changeling Oracle 1, Witch 1/AC 12/HP 13/F +3 R +3 W +8/Init +1/Perc +7/+9

Sansa barely noted the apology coming from the older girl. It was not done so out of disregard or disrespect but because she was fixated with the stone in her hand and what trick Dante was playing at.

Remembering her manners, Mother Celeste would not like her to appear rude, she looks up at Elarya and smiles awkwardly, "You're forgiven", in response to Elarya's apology.


The unlikely pair had marched for the better part of an hour in silence (to Dante’s obvious pleasure) before reaching the abandoned watchtower on the outskirts of Solace. By Garrett’s judgment, the stooped figure rushing inside could only be Elayra Whitescale.

Why is she here? Can’t be a coincidence that Dante and Elarya are crossing paths twice in one day.

As they get closer to the door he notices Sansa waving her acknowledgement to himself and her brother. She was always such a sweet girl. Shy, yes; but with a quite magnetic charm that seemed to defy her withdrawn nature. Garrett smiles broadly when he gets a few yards from the door and calls up to her jokingly, ”Sansa! I would have never imagined to have found you here.” He looks to her sibling then back up to tower. ”Your brother seems to have lost something. Would you mind if we came inside to take a look around?”


F Changeling Oracle 1, Witch 1/AC 12/HP 13/F +3 R +3 W +8/Init +1/Perc +7/+9

Sansa, still holding in her gloved hand the etched stone Elarya had found inside her boot, looks down the ladder at the red-gold haired Garrett.

She was impressed with his manners and answers him, "Come inside, please. Elarya is with me."

She lifts her head and turns to face Elarya as she waits for Dante and Garrett to climb the ladder to the tower. She extends her gloved hand as if to give back the stone. "He may be looking for this", gesturing down to Dante. "He doesn't like it when his stones go missing. Most unusual." Sansa stares at the blonde-haired Elarya while waiting for the boys to reach their floor, trying to understand how the stone had found its way inside her boot. A thought entered her head, Corvina, but Sansa had no proof and so kept the opinion to herself.

She calls down to Dante, "Brother, Elarya has found something of yours", and smiles unnaturally at the older girl.

To Elarya, she commends, "It is good you sought him out. Others may not have. You have courage."

Sansa waits eagerly for Garrett to join her on the upper level of her Watchtower. She has gone silent and is simply standing at the top of the ladder, her gloved hands pressed together.


Sansa Allende wrote:
"Come inside, please. Elarya is with me."

"Fantastic!" he exclaims as he clambers up the ladder towards the tower soon to be filled with Solace's most reclusive teens. At least this time I have Sansa to talk to while the others avoid conversation.

"How are you today, Sansa? This past week has been an eventful one. I don't believe we've spoken in days."

Sansa Allende wrote:
"He may be looking for this... He doesn't like it when his stones go missing. Most unusual."

"I wonder; is that the bad stone, Dante? he asks as Dante slowly pulls himself up to the top of the tower.

"And Elarya, how nice it is to see you agai-" he begins when he notices she is in full battle garb. "Should I be expecting something?" he asks and looks down the sides of the abandoned battlement.

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13


HP: 20/23 AC 14/12/12: F +5, R +2, W -1, Per:+4, Init: +2, Rage: 8/8

I was wondering when I'd be getting a reaction about that. ;)

Elarya mumbles, "I hope it's not a snake. Bad enough to run into one by chance..." under her breath at Sansa's comment about it looking like a snake or a bug.

When Sansa mentions courage, a sad look comes over the young girl.

"Courage can only be had if you're afraid. Dante is odd, yes, but hardly odd enough to scare me." She replies without malice or judgement, like she's stating a simple fact.

And when I was afraid, I hide...

A Garrett's question, the determination in her eyes flares back to life, although nothing else about her countenance changes.

"There was a winged snake in Celeste's house that attacked me. I fought it and killed it. There was some blood, but I cleaned it as best I could."

She looks at Dante and Sansa before saying. "I didn't thing you or your mother would appreciate coming home to a blood-splattered floor."

If the others look closely, they see the rips in the tunic that Elarya wore, as well as how tired she appears.

5 nonlethal at the moment.


Female Human Ranger Level 2

Amara starts at Jerem's silent arrival.
She has noticed him around a bit but as she spends much of her time out of town she hadn't had much contact with him. She is naturally a friendly and unsuspicious girl but during their brief contacts his constant blathering about 'The One' have not endeared him to her.

How is Jerem being received around town? In particular how may Amara's parents or Samel have reacted to him? And is Abram and actual druid or was that an example of his faith? How does Abram treat Jerem? I'm just trying to get a feel for how Amara might act toward him as she would follow the lead (somewhat) of those she respects.


I see things *buffs fingernails on chest*

Elarya Whitescale wrote:
"There was a winged snake in Celeste's house that attacked me. I fought it and killed it. There was some blood, but I cleaned it as best I could."

Speckles at the doorway...

"Where was Corvina? Do you know if she was there while the snake was?" he asks with a shock of disbelief on his youthful face.


Male Awakened crow (magical beast) Bard 1

I'm assuming my Perception was good enough to spot Amara.

Rook floats down toward the front of Abram's home and greets Amara with a throaty croak. When he spots Jerem he lands on a nearby roof and switches to his "dumb bird" persona (Bluff).

Bluff: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22

He's still unsure if Jerem has caught on to him in his time here. Nervously he looks around for signs of the winged serpent.

Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (7) + 9 = 16


Dante climbs the ladder very slowly, awkwardly holding both his mask and the box in his arm, and shakily pulling himself up with the other. If anyone asks to help him, he only clutches the items closer to himself, and says "No, it's alright." At one point he looks down, and a soft whimper escapes his lips. Sansa knew that Dante rarely came to this place, and when he did, he spent his time on the lower level. It was a mark of importance, then, that he was braving the 30 foot climb.
"Yes, the bad stone..." he says towards the top "We need to...
he goes silent as he pulls himself to the top. Seeing the stone itself. He becomes fixated, but quickly pulls himself into a seated position in the corner of the tower. What do i do now?


Amara Sontan wrote:

Amara starts at Jerem's silent arrival.

She has noticed him around a bit but as she spends much of her time out of town she hadn't had much contact with him. She is naturally a friendly and unsuspicious girl but during their brief contacts his constant blathering about 'The One' have not endeared him to her.

How is Jerem being received around town? In particular how may Amara's parents or Samel have reacted to him? And is Abram and actual druid or was that an example of his faith? How does Abram treat Jerem? I'm just trying to get a feel for how Amara might act toward him as she would follow the lead (somewhat) of those she respects.

Jerem is received rather well for such a newcomer. He has a kind of charm, and is quite a handsome man. Most folk listen to his rhetoric about The One, but few take it to heart, and perhaps see him as more of a storyteller, although an intriguing one. He is often seen walking around town asking if he can be of any help, and chatting with anecdotes about his travels or The One. Amara's parents rather like Jerem, and have actually had a meal with him in the previous week. After the experience they spoke about how nice of a host he was, and a rather good cook. Samel would probably have an odd feeling about him, and although he has never said anything directly to Amara about him, his lack of much to say at all would be noticed.

As for Abram, he is a healer, and knows the ways of nature and the animals. He's never performed "miracles" other than helping the sick and wounded, and perhaps being sometimes able to get animals do things they might not ordinarily. I'm thinking Divine magic in this world is more subtle/internal, as opposed to the more obvious and showy/eternal Arcane


Rook the crow wrote:

I'm assuming my Perception was good enough to spot Amara.

Rook floats down toward the front of Abram's home and greets Amara with a throaty croak. When he spots Jerem he lands on a nearby roof and switches to his "dumb bird" persona (Bluff).

[dice=Bluff]1d20 +7

He's still unsure if Jerem has caught on to him in his time here. Nervously he looks around for signs of the winged serpent.

[dice=Perception]1d20 +9

Yes, he does spot Amara. To Rook's knowledge, Jerem has not caught on. There seem to be no signs of the winged serpent's broodlings at the moment.


"We need to... What!?" Garrett snaps, evidently his patience with the timid boy has been tested and worn since their first encounter that morning. He takes a breath and tries again, "Why is this stone so bad? It's just a rock. I've been trying to help you find this thing for hours, at the very least you could tell me what this is. Please, Dante, what is it?"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (17) + 9 = 26


F Changeling Oracle 1, Witch 1/AC 12/HP 13/F +3 R +3 W +8/Init +1/Perc +7/+9

As soon as Garrett had made the climb to the tower, Sansa stepped back so he could move from the last rung to the still-sturdy floor.

At the older boy's questions, she glides closer, her feet barely making a sound across the wooden boards of the floor. Sansa stands right beside him, looking up at the tall boy (She's only 5 ft). Her amber and silver eyes assess him, mark his speech and form and it is a full minute before she answers him.

"As you can see, I am well, Garrett. Do I not look well?", knowing full well that it was a loaded question. Sansa wanted to gauge their reaction to her "changes". She then remembers it is polite to reciprocate the question. "The last day we saw each other was when Erec and I were talking by the stream. How are you?" She made no move away and even though there was room in the tower, Sansa seemed to want to stand practically on top of Garrett.

Sansa turned when she heard Elarya's pronouncement that she was not afraid of Dante. Her right eye seemed to grow a brighter silver, more keen, but Sansa did not speak. After an intense few seconds, Sansa simply nods and turns her attention back to Garrett.

What is this talk of winged snakes and bloodshed? "There were winged snakes? Were they pretty? That must have been a sight. How many of the flying serpents attacked?" having noted the concurrence with the serpent marked stone. This is probably the most talkative anyone has seen Sansa.

At mention of Mother Celeste, she stops her curiosity over the snakes and replies to Elarya, "Mother Celeste would be grateful that you took the time to clean her floors of the blood. She would have thought the worst had she come home and discovered the splatters. Was there a lot of blood?"

When Dante finally makes the climb to the tower, Sansa fixes her mismatched gaze on him, for he never came to the top -- this was her place, his down below. "You did it", the words cryptic enough but more probably capturing his attempt at the climb and invasion.

He murmurs at Garrett's question. Bad stones. Corvina., she reflects inwardly. Her "brother's" lanky 6'3" frame seemed to fill the height of the room, as he clutched his possessions. Sansa watches as he crosses to the corner of the room and sits down, a look of bewilderment on his face.

Sansa's voice is firm. "Is this Corvina's bad stone?" She waits for a resolute answer from her brother. "Elarya had it, so there was a design, here. How do we stop the bad stone? Do you know how? Tell me, Dante." The last was said with a particular air of authority -- a command. She was not afraid of her brother either.

[dice=Knowledge, Arcana (re "bad" stone)]1d20+6[/dice]
[dice=Knowledge, Planes (re "bad" stone)]1d20+6[/dice]


Dante winces at Garrett's outburst and his eyes begin to water a bit, but he does not cry. He looks at the ground then, staring at his feet, pulled close to his body. He runs his fingers roughly over the dirty cat shaped mask and sighs deeply. "I don' know. Corvina said it was bad, and I can feel that it's true. I don't know how, or why...but I can feel it. It's just...not right. Maybe I should have left it on the ground. Corvina gave me the other stones. I don't know how to stop it. I don't know what it does. Only that its bad."

BAM!

Below, on the first level, the door slams with great force, and Dante starts.

Sansa's KnowArcana:
Although she knows a great deal about Arcane magic and theory, this stone in particular is a mystery. In the lore she has come across, inscribed stones are mostly used as wards, meant to protect a place or person, if not used as a weapon. They are also commonly used in divinations, but in large numbers, interpreting how they fall.

Sansa's KnowPlanes:
If the stone did have some kind of planar power, she has no knowledge of how it would work, although she's free to wildly speculate...

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