Un'gra follows Keanan and stands outside the room. "I'll keep watch, make sure those kobolds don't sneak up on us."
"Probably more skeletons."
Serila moves after the others, and takes position behind Keanan. She tries to see past him, and readies herself to shoot a fire bolt.
"Well, here goes somethin." Keanan opens the door, scimitar drawn ready for battle.
The secret door swings open to reveal a short corridor with a wall of bars running down one side. Four rusted doors open in this wall into four cramped cells. The crushed bones of dwarven skeletons and blood lie on the floor.
Keanan goes into the prison and kicks and pokes at the various skeletons, he takes care that the path out of the prison is clear of skeletons so he doesn't get surrounded should they pop back up and attack.
Atsushia enters the first room and stays with Serila
A prison? It's so sad... Who could be the jailors?
"Serila, can that godly power of yours destroy skeletons? If so, would you mind doing it?"
"There's a skeleton? Uhm, ok... Let me try..." Serila closes her eyes for a second a focuses. "I'm not sure if a thing liek this works, but if I can heal good people... maybe I can hurt bad creatures?"
A few seconds pass, but nothing happens. Serila feels the energy from before within her, but channeling it out to hurt evil feels different."I... I'll try again. It feels different," she says, having only managed to create a small aura around her.
A burst of positive energy spreads in a 30 foot radius from Serila, possibly hurting the skeleton Keanan spoke of. "I did it!" Serila cheers, clapping her hands in her enthusiasm.
"Hmm, still hear something in the last cell. Must not be a skeleton or your god doesn't let you do damage." Keanan wanders over to the last cell, scimitar ready, and looks around.
Un'gra walks into the room. "Ey Keanan, doesn't seem like the kobolds are comin, whats goin on in here?"
Keanan says, "Who are you and how did you get here?" How come we keep finding half-orcs in this place?
The Half-Orc is beaten so badly that he can only moan in responds.
Keanan binds up the half-orc with silk rope then steps back. "I think he's not going to hurt anyone, but he might need a heal to talk Serila."
"Let's see what kind of person he is," Serila replies and moves closer. "Depending on the amount of good or evil inside him this may hurt, heal, or do nothing."
Serila places a hand on the half-orc's forehead and casts heavenly fire. "I hope this heals you, mister."
The heavenly glow covers the Half-Orc and he begins to gain conciseness.
Un'gra moves up and seeing that its a half-orc, speaks in orcish to him.
Horra duaklou, vai daed ka do kaerd irb kloto arot. Lov baruk dorb koo vai klod kurso raax. Artvou klod tuk aet kaer, ba kaa dik ka. Lov boko dik rak qoul kuit.
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Dogrin m in a low time, not yet aware of his surroundings or the fact that he's not dreaming...
Upon opening his eyes and realizing there are others in the room and they are not kobalds he straightens.
[/b seems your stabbing would be preferable to rotting on this wall. If your strong enough to make it a mortal wounds that is. Dying with my axe in hands would be most preferable.
"And why'd I be stabbing you?" Serila asks in wonder. "My spell healed you. this means my goddess, the lady Sarenrae, thinks of you as a good person. For that reason, so will I."
Serila unties Dogrin and puts a hand on his forehead. "Here, drink some. You'll feel better." She places her waterskin on the floor next to Dogrin.
"Serila, you turned the skeleton into a half-orc! That's amazing."
Atsushia walks into the prison, carefully
Really? What an amazing feat of magic! You're truly gifted, Serila! Could you do it again, please? I have to witness that, and to take notes. I've heard sometimes humans saying "this should put meat on your bones", but I've never seen the spell happening so far...Just give me a few minutes to find my writing tools!
Excited, she puts her backpack on the floor and starts rummaging into it.
"I... I did?" Serila's even more surprised than her companions. "You sure it was a skeleton before, Keanan?"
I'm not sure if he's joking, or if I a really did that. I barely understand my new powers...
"Well, there were nothing but skeletons last time we were here. Now there's a Half-orc. I dunno. You were raised from the dead, so I don't understand all this stuff."
"Let's give the guy some room. What weasels ya talking bout, brother?"
Un'gra will give Dog a hand up then back out the room.
Un'gra tries to free dog from the chains before giving him a hand up.
Un'gra expertly disassembles the manacles at the end of the chains and helps Dogrin to his feet.
Atsushia, quill and parchment in hands, is ready to write
So, Serila, could you try it again, for the sake of experience? Take your time to concentrate, and this time, don't do it half heartedly. Do it with all your heart. Who knows, maybe you'll be able to create a whole orc out of the skeleton...
"Ya trying ta say a whole orc is harder to make than a half-orc?" Un'gra says to Atsushia, frowning a bit more than normal. He turns to Dogrin.
Ya can call me Un'gra. I'll like the sound of rolling heads, lets go."
Well, I don't know, Un'Gra. Magic has strange rules sometimes. Some are mathematical, some are esoterical, some are illogical.
Suddenly, she blushes
Oh. You mean it was rude of me, implying that using magic to create an orc from a skeleton would be twice as hard as creating an half orc? I apologise. It seemed logical, at first glance, I was just shooting a theory and was caught up in the expetience. I am really, really sorry.
She seems to really, really mean it.
"I'd rather not risk creating orcs, I've heard tales of them being less than friendly."
Serila puts back her waterskin in her backpack after Dogrin's had a chance to drink some water. She holds a hand out toward Dogrin. "My name's Serila Gudlinck, nice to make your acquaintance. What's your name?"
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"Thanks Serila. I needed that.
Dogrin sniffs at Serila's hand then, after determining she means no harm, he quickly tucks his head up underneath her hand, demanding she scratch behind his ear.
He then stands up, smiles a wicked smile only a half-orc is capable of, and shakes her hand.
I be Dog. Ello Un'Gra, and Lilbit.
Dogrin waves at Un'gra and Atsushia.
"My name is Keanan. Your dog? Okay. Balazar is my lioness friend, you'll see her in a bit. What put you here?" Keanan takes back the rope.
"Well it's this way ta kobold killing." Un'gra heads to the room filled with dead kobolds.
Keanan follows Un'gra.
"Huh, what?" Serila's not sure how to react when the half-orc moves his head against her head, and blinks while she doesn't move. When Dog leaves the room with Un'gra and Keanan, Serila stays for a few seconds.
What just... happened...?
Serila follows after the others, and stands still in the door opening to the corridor. "No resting for today, we'll move straight to the basement again?"
"I no longer have any divine power. Balazar will take a week to heal. Let's push on I guess."
Keanan leads the way back to the entrance to the lower dungeon, with Balazar in tow.
Atsushia follows the dwarf, keeping quiet and still ashamed to have hurt Un'gra's feelings
Un'gra heads toward the basement, As he nears Atsushia, he says "I don't think ya meant anything by it, so thanks for apologizing."
When he reaches Keanan, he speaks again. "So, ya think we should move in as a group or try to have me take ah look first. This time if I run inta alotta them, I'll back off. I'm not used ta working with a group who isn't sneaky like me, so I'll follow your lead."
Serila moves back to the stairs that lead to the basement. "If you could check if the first room's still clear, Un'gra, please do. My dancing lights will directly draw attention if there are kobolds again, but you can move in the dark."