Adria's Wrath of the Righteous (Inactive)

Game Master MayDay

Looking down at the vile eggs scattered across the temple floor Darya shudders slightly. "We should probably pour holy water or something on them."

"... good idea." Nazz says as she stops. Taking her waterskin she begins sprinkling the blessed water over what's left of the eggs and insects.

"Y'know, we really ought to see about getting you some boots if we're going to be navigating rocky ground down here." Darya saya to Nazz before turning to the now healed Horgus. "Yes, you are, though it was a close thing. You can thank Priestess Caronna for removing the infestation."

Bruno stumbles into the healing room, his face still red and raw. Ya wouldn't be able to do sumthin about this, would ya? He asks with as little mouth movement as possible.

Gorum: And no doubt thank you as well. Because I can tell you, the one thing about being unconcious due to fly-maggot infestation: I could hear everything going on around me. Gorum stands up. I am Horgus Gorum Gwerm, town Councilor of Kenabres. And I will see you all rewarded when we return home. You have my word. Gorum Gwerm bows.

But tell me, heros, what are our next steps? Where do the Heros go from here? For I shall assist in any way I can.

Looking down at her dirty feet Nazz just stares before shrugging. "... there's more important things to be concerned about."

Nodding in recognition towards the councilor she then turns to the priestess. "We are also traveling with an elf, a Riftwarden who lost his sight. Is there anything you could do for him sister?" she asks.

After returning the money to its chest, Iradyiel sets the chest at the end of the altar, he follows the others into the kitchen to see Horgus' revival. Hearing Dara's comment to Nazz, he nods his head in agreement, hearing Nazz's humble response of more important things Iradyiel snorts and smiles, realizing he had blurted out, he continues his train of thought. "Begging your pardon Nazz, you having boots is an important thing to one of us. I don't want to get into a situation, having shoes, that you can't bail me out of, not having them."

Smiling he turns and heads back out of the temple and escorts the Riftwarden in from where they left him.

"... I have yet to encounter any dilemma that required my footwear as part of the solution. And besides, spending coin on any footwear that would withstand the hazards of the Wound would cut into the budget for someone's potion affinity... " she replies flatly, though a soft smile starts to weave its way across her lips.

"Here, you can take mine. Having you break an ankle or cut your foot wouldn't help us either."

Siff follows the others and watches from the doorway as the chaos bugs were expelled from the poor man's body.

As they fell to the floor, the sight and sound caused Siff to wretch a little, clamping a hand over her mouth to mask the sound.

However, when Nazz began to squish the maggots under her bare feet... Siff gasped aloud and the bent over outside the door, dry heaving.

After a few moments she'd recovered, and returned to the door, studiously keeping her eyes off of the floor and Nazz's feet.

Siff asked the Chief to look after the old man....he's not here :)

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I know, but I figured it couldn't hurt to at least ask if she could fix the blindness :3

"And the same to you, please, keep your shoes. I'll manage." she says as she uses the last of the holy water to wash off her feet.

Seeing Siff return a little paler Nazz looks a slight bit embarrassed. "My apologies, I got a little hasty."

I haven't. I'd like my face fixed... Bruno grumbles.

Lady Caronna: I would have to see him. I can repair blindness, but can't restore it if the eyes have been lost. Have you looked to see? Come to think of it, you've never asked Aravashniel to remove his eye bandage. You wonder what lurks under there??

Hopefully eyes.

"... no. We'll do so once we're back in town." she says before moving over to Siff. "Um, again, sorry. Are you gonna be alright?" she asks in a low voice, genuine rather than patronizing.

Great, she thinks I'm gross now... wait, why do I care?.. dammit...

Smiling he turns and heads back out of the temple and escorts the Riftwarden in from where they left him.

Sorry Siff I thought we left both of them, decided if we brought Horgus we must have brought the elf, ignore that last bit.

Iradhyiel, trying trying to keep down what little food he had eaten, turns and looks away as Siff dry heaves. Hearing Bruno inquire about getting his faced fixed Iradyiel smiles, wanting to lighten the mood a little adds "Bruno she may be able to heal your face but I don't think anything will fix it!"

I haven't. I'd like my face fixed... Bruno grumbles.

Khan sighs as he lays a hand to heal the grumbling dwarf. "Quit complaining. Besides not even magic can fix your face."

CLW!: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10

How hurt are you?

Hearing Khan's comment Iradyiel smiles we are so very different, yet there are some universally obvious truths

now at 19 of 21

Bruno groans in relief as his face goes from lobster red ugly to his normal version of ugly.
Thanks kitty.
His face still felt sore, but at least most of the damage was gone.

"... no. We'll do so once we're back in town." she says before moving over to Siff. "Um, again, sorry. Are you gonna be alright?" she asks in a low voice, genuine rather than patronizing. .

Siff blows some air out, "Yes, thanks for asking" She says with a sheepish smile,"Those things are revolting enough...but when you squashed one...if you'd had boots on, it wouldn't have been so bad..."

What she doesn't reveal is that some times her powers literally make her skin crawl, as if the same maggots were burrowing through her own flesh.

Her eyes had drawn inward for a moment, then her brow cleared "It would be wonderful if we could help the old man..."

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Lady Caronna offers to help. I've been meaning to come to Neatholm anyway for supplies. I shall accompany you and take a look at his eyes. Though...I don't think I can rightly leave a dragon carcass in the chapel! What will the parishioners think??

"We'll take it with us. We'll turn it into something useful."

Nazz lets out a sigh of relief once and then smiles lightly back at Siff.

To make sure things stay spicy...how...shall...I..do.that? Ah I know. Cut open the dragon!
The night draws on. the Priestess shows you places around the chapel where you can sleep, and gives you animal skins to roll out and sleep on. Keep them of course! Courtesy of the Neatholm Parish.

...and whoever wants to - you carve up the dragon.

fort: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14

Bruno is unaffected by the stench. It isn't much worse than his own musk, after all. He carries liver to the kitchen for dinner, but has a brains snack directly thereafter. He generously offers part to everyone else while munching on some of own. He continues to munch as he assists in removing the beat's claws.

Grounding herself while smashing the eggs and maggots earlier she unfortunately couldn't get her stomach to relax and simply passes on the liver.

Darya focuses on the claws as Bruno sets himself to the far more grisly work. After what seems like an eternity he severs the claws. "If we can get these to a smith capable of melting them down, we may be able to produce a decent weapon or arrow head or something."

She makes a point of avoiding looking too closely as Bruno dives into the corpse.

"... do we have enough to make a whole weapon?" Nazz ponders aloud as she watches Bruno dissect the corpse with vicious if grizzly precision, taking note of what she thought were arteries on what was left of the dragon's body.

"... ya'know, I've heard plenty of stories of dragonslayers eating the heart of evil dragons they've slain..." she says as an aside to Darya.

It'll take a few days to cool down. Bruno says as he wrings some blood from his beard and completely misses that that comment wasn't really for him. But I'd be happy to try it with ya when it does.
He pops another brain bit in his mouth and goes back to trying to remove the lungs without damaging anything.

Nazz rolls her shoulders indifferently. "Sure."

"Interesting, the question is can consuming something at the core of a creature so irrevocably evil not have an ill effect on the consumer?" Darya responds.

"Probably. Stories aren't always sensible, especially when it comes to eating things that are bad for you."

Iradyiel watches as Bruno dissects the dragon, at first curious, I wonder if there is enough dragon to make an armor or shield It was small, right If nothing else a pair of boots for Nazz As Bruno get further along and begins to eat the varied parts Iradiel wrinkles his nose a little, I don't think I want to eat anything that was sentient, evil or not. He finally finds his bed roll and goes to sleep.

A young dragon is still mediom so I'd say as big as Khan.

"Interesting, the question is can consuming something at the core of a creature so irrevocably evil not have an ill effect on the consumer?" Darya responds.

"Eating a chicken doesn't mean I'll start laying eggs."

"... that... does not work that way."

Darya opens her mouth to respond, then simply nods as Nazz replies. "Yeah...what she said. Dragons are not chickens."

"Close enough."

Burnt chicken. Bruno comments from somewhere near the back legs. A bit stringy though, and greasy. Not an ounce of solid fat on 'em. Would hinder the flight, ya see. No need for insulation when ya got a furnace in yer gut.

The next day, having harvested the dragon, eaten brain and liver, you take the body parts down stairs and discard them in the sewer. After washing up on your way back through the Shrine of Rest and Replenishment you find yourselves, with Horgus Gwerm and Lady Caronna, standing outside the chapel ready to leave. Horgus stands in front of the group and shouts out to the caverns: Here now all you denizens of the deep! Scurry away! We've got Dragon Slayers commin' through. And with torches in Hands you begin the trek back to Neatholm.

As Bruno goes on about the other-other white meat Nazz turns to Darya in earnest. "We should probably set up watches as well."

Nvm.

Iradyiel flinches when he hears Horgus yelling I really wish he wouldn't do that. As they approach the lake realizing first that the ferry is not there and second that Neatholm appears to be under attack. turning quickly and asking Lady Caronna "Is there another way to Neatholm?"

"Damn it! We may have to swim for it. Anyone see any sign of where the boatman could be?" Darya asks looking as though only barely restraining herself from diving in.

Camels ain't exactly made fer swimmin' Bruno points out from the back of of a concerned looking Esmeralda.

"I still don't like water."

The ferryman isn't around but is the boat?

You can see the boat, it's lantern bobbing in the darkness, about 200 meters off shore...Neglected to mention the boat:(

does the boat appear to be moving?

Iradyiel, tries to see if the boat is moving or if the ferryman is visible, he turns and asks the priestess, "Is this lake known for large carnivores?"

perception: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (3) + 11 = 14

Lady Caronna answers: No carnivors. I've swum here many times. Iradyiel perceives that the boat appears to be unoccupied and not moving, but for the bobbing in the waves.

Well someone go get it. Those guys aren't getting any smaller.

looks like I may be good for something other than picking pocketsIradyiel smiles at the dwarf, shrugging and kicking off his boots, he dives into the cold water and begins to swim for the ferry.

take 10 (15) on swim