Cursing herself for her folly, Angalia pulls herself together and darts around the back of the straitjacket.
"It's nothing but laundry. Nothing but laundry."
Move to flank with Andrzej, taking OA if necessary.
Oh, for goodness sake.
Despite her best efforts, her hands seem to freeze.
Angalia looks from the oncoming rats to the apparation and realises that she's woefully in-equipped to deal with the latter.
"I'll work on the rodents," she mutters, feinting first left and then right to distract the nearest mass.
Can I feint to gain CA against the swarm and if so, what to roll?
Attack swarm 1, preferably with CA, by chucking a dagger at them.
Back at last. And it seems that Angalia has been showing her usual lack of willpower combined with her ability to roll dazzling init.
Long silent and still slightly dazed by the horrors surrounding her, Angalia feels as though she has been moving on auto-pilot for the last few moments. Now she clears her head and tries to concentrate.
1d20 + 17 ⇒ (19) + 17 = 36 - Stealth
Angalia drifts quietly, hidden behind her cloak, her own abilities and the astonishing clanking of her companions. She exchanges a small glance with Eliva, wondering if there is any real point in the exercise. She watches her surroundings with a suspicious eye.
"Sevren, we will do all we can to help the sisters here secure the building. And then we will hunt down this creature and destroy him."
Keeping her voice calm and authoritative, Angalia thinks about the building and considers how it might be secured. Unwilling to ask for too much of Sevren, she resolves to ask the others what they know of such horrors and their weaknesses at the earliest opportunity.
Long silent, Angalia watches as Eliva edges closer to Sevren, trying to win his confidence.
"We know of the laughing death and we survived without falling into the dark. Tell us what they are."
She keeps her voice quiet and steady.
Back. Still picking up the pieces, but now officially around.
"Your doctor sounds horribly familiar. We've already met an experimenter like him," says Angalia quietly.
"Sister, I doubt the spirits in this place are resting easily. Surely it would help the patients of the old regime if it were cleansed and the wing restored to its proper use?"
Trapped on totally cruddy laptop with very dodgy connection.
"I think we're doing the same thing really." Angalia gives Sister Claudette's words serious consideration.
"We're using different tools, but we too protect the innocent where we can and help those in need. Even so, we need to find Gilbraith if we can. He took Nath's sister. That's personal."
Angalia looks stricken at the news about Erfan - so much so that she feels unable to speak.
Realising that her long silence is impolite at best, she forces herself back to the immediate present.
"We were happy to be able to help. The plague afflicted me for a short time and I know the pain of it. Sister Claudette we have reason to believe that this will not be the only attack. There is a man known as Gilbraith who may be an instrument in much of this. We want to find him and bring him to justice."
She carefully doesn't mention that in her book, justice may well be meted out on the spot and permanently.
Angalia laughs - the first time in many day she has relaxed enough to do so. Despite the permanent worry about Nath, the atmosphere of the infirmary is helping her.
Angalia stays close to Nat, watching him quietly for signs that the fever is worsening. She listens to Sister Cecile's description of the city and its people and nods.
"It's an island then, where people can have something like a life. I can understand that. But how long has this place been here?"
Untroubled by the theological traumas afflicting Res, Eliva and Leandro, she nonetheless needs to think about something other than their own inability to escape.
"If things come through the mists, they must be able to leave them. We just have to find the right key."
Knowing what she does about Nat's condition, Angalia gladly helps Leandro with the ghast bodies. Much as she wants to believe Tiff, she doesn't feel that any gods are paying much attention to this place. Her inner resolve strengthens.
At Sister Cecile's words, she nods in quick agreement and does all she can to help pack the camp and aid the travellers.