Utrath looks on and wonders about the food about to be forthcoming.
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Utrath stands next to Jaidoh, not laughing feeling distinctly out of place. He whispers in her ear, "What is he trying to do?" He tenses at the thugs surrounding them, his hand feels his club as reassurance.
As the game has been a bit slow .. I'll bring Utrath back if that's OK with you guys...
Utrath watches with a certain amount of wonder at the transaction taking place. "why waste gold on that one." he whispers to Jaidoh, whilst his eyes watch as the coins are plopped into the guards hands.
Utrath, not knowing the ways of these men, the Gallowed, hangs back, fingering the handle of his scimitar. He watches Blackhands as he engages the men in conversation, turns to Jaidoh and whispers, "So what now?"
Utrath disturbed by the dreams awakes and tired from the nights images, eats his breakfast with a serious and sullen face, a gloom hangs over him. He looks down, hunched over his roll and cheese, shoveling it into his mouth. Without looking up he states, "Order is being destroyed, the balance is being threatened. We have to act." He drinks the infused hot water, the bitter taste of the uglii fruit leaves does nothing to improve his demeanor.
Utrath nods approvingly at the groups decision. "Let us see if that noble has the stomach to help us find his cousin, or find what help he can provide. It will let him make good use of his new friend as a bodyguard."
"If Ithir gives his leave, then I say we help the young Vanderale." answers Utrath.
"Indeed we left the priests to cleanse the catacombs of the evil aura with their prayers." says Utrath, nodding at the story told so far. "But, Ithir what do you know of the House Vanderale? Their pup has need of some help, if you and my companions agree, we might provide the aid he needs?" the rock-like man continued, pausing expectantly for an answer.
"Yes, it seems the man is troubled ....."
"What you say could be part payment for looking into his cousin's disappearance? Or at least a precondition." Utrath considers. "Let's see if they can make peace, eh Jaidoh."
"Well Joffrey Vanderale, you are a man whose interest is to get your sister back safe. Yet correct me if I'm wrong, you want to tell us you haven't received a ransom note, as anyone who would receive a ransom would say. Its a condition of those who send them, to keep their existence a secret. So I'll ask you again, will you show us the ransom note?" Utrath asks in a flat voice, as he nods his head in agreement with his statement. He continues, "If we can help, we'd need to see it. But I cannot speak for those whose lives would be involved, they might not feel this is such an urgent need, to bring the safety of one girl. Our sponsor would also have to provide us the time to help you. I am sure you'll be able to compensate us, if the time comes and we decide to help. Where can we find you? " he asks looking at his companions for assistance.
Utrath is taken aback by what seems an obstructive reply.
"Then take us to your sister, we may be able to help her." say Utrath concerned that the child is missing. "She can tell us more about the child, how we might find the girl." Though his face is puzzled by magical words he hears from Jaidoh. He takes a step back to size the man up, "but maybe first you ought apologise to the poor creature you were beating first. Bring equality and peace into balance, then on the way perhaps you might tell us more about the details of the abduction?" though doubt creeps into the granite man's mind.
Utrath listens to the young man's apology and put his arm on his shoulders, his face showing compassion and warmth, well as much as one might recognise it in the earth and rock man's face. "We all made impetuous mistakes when we are young. 'Tis a good job this one did not cost you your life." he smiles. "So tell me little one, what's your name and that of the missing .... ?" he looks quizzically at the portrait. "but she .... well the ears?"
Utrath stays with the noble who fell until he wakes.
Utrath watches and walks on towards Ostog, though at the mention of Jaidoh being a with, one dark grey eyebrows rises, Is she? hmmmm?...strange these surface creatures, quick to pick a fight! He walks next to Ostog, protecting his back holding a club in one hand. He looks at the hobgoblin, "Stay, we can explain this to the guard and you can give honor to your name once more, what do they call you?"
Utrath nods, "As you wish, my lady." and looks around the rest of the group for reassurance.
Utrath nods at the cleric, "Indeed we have fought and prevailed, though your prayers will be needed to restore Pharesma's control overt those who rest there." he says gravely.
"If you are all ready, then let's finish clearing up here and search the rest of the crypt." says Utrath as pulls the bodies and the skeletons into a pile, "To be cleansed." Then starts a methodical search of the crypt making good as much as possible any damage, noting any places which might need magical mending or healing. He is especially aware that there might still be some latent evil energy and wary of any movements, it case the undead still roam.
Not wishing to disturb Blackhands, Utrath respectfully waits for him to finish his prayers and meditations, before saying "No Blackhands, we all share the burden, we all have our gifts to give, none is a burden, all are blessings from the earth." he says with compassion, "For next time it may be another who suffers more. Now lets us continue as one." he nods satisfied he has said what needed to be said.
Utrath looks at his fellow adventurers and asks if there are any in need of first aid, as he has magical power to heal their wounds. Utrath picks up the sling, waves it around in practice throws, aiming at the remains of the large orb. "Surprisingly good quality this, it'll make my stones more accurate and easier to aim, I like this. Any takers?" he asks with the look of someone hoping the rest will ignore such an weapon. "You know, now that the crypt is safe, or at least we think so, we should confirm that assertion and check the rest of it. Once we have made sure, I think we should invite the priests down here, let them use their divinations to discover more truths of what went on? They might be able to divine the creature that defiled this place?"
OK, skills Climb, Heal, Perception, Knowledge(Nature).
that just about does it ... fav class +1 Hit Point.
HPs ... Will see what I need to do for2nd level ... but battery on laptop nearly spent..
Uthrath moves in to strike the orb.
Utrath picks up his club and moves towards the orb of evil.
Seeing Blackhands fall, Utrath .... ... brings his club down once again, hoping to reduce the skeleton to a pile of bones.
... drops his backpack and searches for the wand, then moves to Blackhands and uses his wand of CLW.
Utrath moves to flank a skeleton, bringing his club down attempting to shatter the pile of bones.
Utrath seeing the unnatural undead takes out his club, and moves forward to remove these creature from this plane, sending their souls to Pharesma for judgement.
I'm here, waiting on resolution of some actions before Utrath does his stuff...he is the last of the noble brethren to go.
Utrath moves up, the great evil ahead, the unbalance must be removed. His sense tingle with the great rocks life.
Happy New Year to everyone ..
"Onward then, but with care, there are enough shadows in this place to hide an army of these things." says the cautious druid.
Utrath unafraid of the dark, follows, his eyes looking deep into the darkness beyond the light. "Yes, such creatures don't belong here, their souls belong to the gods that call them. It is right we should reclaim this for the church above and send the souls for judgement."
With the door shut behind him, Utrath turns watching the Varasian 'divine' the way, guiding Rabe. Under his breath he grumbles about the trust Rabe is placing in the colorful man.
"Close the door, don't let any of these things disturb the church. They might not pay us." Utrath voices as he looks into the darkness. "The central path looks the widest, should we start down that way?" he asked, concerned that they press on and find whatever drives these things. "Rabe, you fight well, we are lucky to have such strength with us, and you too Oostog fight well. Should your strength fail and you wounds get the better of you, maybe I can help in some way" he asks, then remembering quietly says, oh, it goes for the rest of you too.
Utrath watches as the barbarian uses his strength to hack into the zombies body, waiting to decide if he need assist or not.
Utrath points his finger at the last remaining undead, speaking his praise to mother earth as it shoots a glob of acid at the creature. Then he retrieves his scimitar ready in case he needs it.
Hearing the voice call Jaidoh's name, Utrath looks at the woman, leaving the fighters to finish off the undead. "Why, whats down here that knows you?"
Round 4 With most of the danger seemingly defeated, Utrath delves into his pack looking for Finders old wand finding it he touches Rabe, sending the white pulse of healing energy into his body.
Round 3 Utrath points his finger at the closets zombie and calls out, "Bring the earth's liquid to quench the undead's life." as a shot of acid streams towards the rotting dead human.
Utrath touches Oostog, as he calls on protection from the ancient gods to protect him from the diseases of the dead.
Utrath touches Rabe, as he brings the power of the earth to aid mind and body against the evils of the undead. Utrath then takes the club hanging by his side arming himself with it to defend himself against the living dead.
As the two strong men agree on the toss of a coin, Utrath takes the key and slowly unlocks the door, his grey skin darkening in the excitement, and opens it it for the group to enter. He stands momentarily in the doorway, looking into the darkness beyond. "It is done, our mission begins." he says with some aplomb, as he lets Rabe and the others enter, before locking the door behind them after any light spells have been cast.
"Ah, the darkness of the earth calls. Let Ostog and Rabe go first, then our new friends can take a position, before Jaidoh and I follow you in." the grey man says, as he feels more relaxed with going down into the cellars and crypt underground. He takes the key from the abbot. "As you wish, we intend to return with the key." he says smiling as the key is placed in his pocket. Despite his new found confidence, he frowns at the Varasian's words.
"Do we want these temple maidens to join us on this mission, it will have dangers than they have faced before, of that I am sure. We don't want to nanny the temples own along with us. Though if your god gives you powers over these undead, you may very well be an aid to us, Blackhands. Oostog, Rabe, Jaioh what say you? " says Utrath, unsure of these two who want to join the group. The druid Utrath, looks to his companions, whilst circling the two men hoping to join them, looking them up and down, hoping to see what strengths they have to offer the group. "fear not, all fall before your axe, live or dead, Ostog." He moves over to the strong man and claps his arm round his shoulder in support, "Though I have never come across them myself, I'm sure your strength and arms will be more than a match for them."
"Is strange we get the payment first, I am inclined to take the payment back for safe keeping before we start into the earth..." his voice trails of wistfully. Pulling himself together, he continues, "We have a test to do, we should do that before we speak of stories and tales."
The large grey skinned man, shakes his head from side to side, mumbling under his breath, "More whose souls are infected by visions." then shrugging. He looks at the two men, though his eyes almost avert from the colorful Varasian gentleman as his face screws up slightly. "We go down into the earth Sir, where darkness is a cloak, your attire is ... well as a lamp is to a moth." he bows to the man, "Utrath Pallan, a traveler far from the scene of my misfortune, I hope you find fortune and luck on your travels." Turning to the other, Utrath bows his head once more, "Good fortune Blackhands, let us hope your god is pleased with your ways and your visions are nothing but figments of a nightmare." Though his latter words lack the conviction of his warm greetings.
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