Kaeso moves into the corner just south of Tartuk and makes a mighty swing.
"Take that, you cold-blooded, genocidal lizard!"
Attack1d20+7+2
Damage1d8+4
Moving up to where Kaeso was and attack (PA).
Round 5:
Drispeera <--
Tartuk (-2 AC until Mornaura's next turn)
Mornaura
Bingo
Edwyn (drinking his sorrows)
Kaeso
Norn (+4 AC)
Status
Tartuk -23 hp, faerie fire'd
"GAR!" Even through cover, and into melee, Dris managed to land a hit! "Tickbiter! do something about her!"
Once again, Tartuk points his stick at once of his assailants, and says a command word. This time, missiles fly at bingo.
The raven flies over to Drispeera, and flies over her, ready to attack if she casts a spell.
Round 5:
Drispeera
Tartuk
Mornaura <--
Bingo
Edwyn (drinking his sorrows)
Kaeso
Norn (+4 AC)
Status
Tartuk -25 hp, faerie fire'd
Once again, Mornaura uses her Evil Eye hex on Tartuk.
Sooner or later his resistance has to fade...
"Hey kobolds, wasn't it your idea to confront Tartuk? Why don't you help us take care of him?"
"Erastil's horns, that hurt, ya little toad! Take that!"
Bingo's sword finally strikes true, and with a grunt Tartuk falls to the ground unconscious...
From the back of the room you finally notice two of the kobolds have their hands up, as if surrendering. One of these two is being grappled at the waist by Mikmek. "I grab this one! He went to poke ugly crowbird and wake it up!"
The other, un-grappled kobold says. "Sorry please no kill Ukter and Mikal. We only do what Tartuk say! We give up."
Chief Sootscale, peeking out from behind some of his guards, scatters up to Tartuk's body and pokes it with his foot's big toe. Upon receiving no response, he puts his foot on top of Tartuk's body and throws his hands up in victory! The crowd starts cheering, and he says "Friends, my champions have vanquished the ugly purple-scale. Sootscales govern themselves now!"
The chief steps closer to the party and extends his tiny hand towards Kaeso and Bingo... not sure who to shake hands with.
Just as the raven flew over Drispeera and waited for her to cast another spell, Faron quietly followed him and prepared to intercept any possible attack.
Now that Tickbiter's master is knocked out, Faron gives a squeak, drawing Mornaura's attention to the two birds circling above Drispeera.
"Huh? Faron, what...? Ah, right, good bird... "
Hoping that the raven will understand her as well as he understood Tartuk's commands, the witch raises her voice and starts walking over to it.
"Tickbiter, we don't want to harm you. Your master is an evil being that needs to be taken care of, but you are not. If you land peacefully now, you may leave this place unharmed, as a free, unbound soul, and live as a king among your kind."
Tickbiter gives some confused looks around, then goes sit in the corner of the room quite unfazed.
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Thanks Faron!
Then, with a large smile Drispeera pushes herself forward to clasp the chief's outstretched hand.
It is up to you, noble chief, to decide whether or not to show mercy to Ukkie and Mikkie here, and allow them back into your tribe. Perhaps if your tribe needs more warriors, it would be a good idea. It is also up to you to decide what to do with Tiktak. But if you fear his magic, I recommend slaying him now, before he wakes up.
As for us, I think we have proven ourselves to be powerful allies of the tribe, and... dangerous enemies if we are opposed. She turns to the party and confers conversationally.Friends, do we all agree to be allies with the kobolds, and have profitable, peaceful trade with them, as long as they do not harm any bigfolk? She gives Bingo an apologetic smile, and gestures towards him Or any of the brave halfling folk?
Drispeera will wait for others to comment and have input, before continuing.
Chief, I believe you promised us some treasures taken from the mites and the bandits. I believe we are also entitled to any treasure on Tittak, since we vanquished him. You may give us these treasures now. In return, we give you not only freedom from the blue uglies and the evil Tiktak... but we will happily trade with you, if your people are able to mine the silver from this rock.
The chief ponders for a second, then nods to Drispeera. "Yes. We have no quarry with big folk, and mites now destroyed. Sootscale tribe want prosperity now. Food, some shineys and big families. Of these two traitors, we no want anything to do with them, so we let them go, and they can flee our lands. Maybe find life somewhere else. Tartuk, war criminal. He must pay for his crimes."
The chief takes his spear, and wounds Tartuk in the neck, ending his life.
"You can take what you want from him, as well as some of the treasures we had from the war with the mites."
A few seconds pass, and all the kobolds gasp in surprise. Tartuk's body is transforming, loosing its scales and purple color, and turning into soft, pink flesh. Everyone jumps back, and the transformation is complete. Tartuk has reverted back to his original self, a purple-haired gnome.
"Uh, well... that was odd." says the chief. "Well, yes looks like he was a fake kobold besides a war criminal... well then."
With that, the chief takes his leave and the other kobolds with him.
Searching the now gnome corpse, you find the wand he was using, a wand of Magic Missile CL3 with 25 charges left. He wielded a small masterwork cold iron sickle that now lays on the ground. On his person, he had a a simple leather-bound journal. His last two magical possessions are his bracers (bracers of armor +1) and his cape (resistance +1).
Tartuk's quarters also contain the tribe's promised treasure, which contains:
7,420 cp
2,132 sp
302 gp
masterwork light metal shield (medium)
seven +1 flaming crossbow bolts
one pair of magical boots of elvenkind
one leather bag (containing an extra 300gp, 13 pp, and a plain brass wedding ring set with a single pearl with the names Oleg and Svetlana engraved inside)
The journal you found is written in Undercommon.
Scandalized, the village didn’t know how to react. Tartuk did—he hadn’t meant to give his life to save the village (he’d actually been trying to surrender to the ogres and offer to help them destroy the village in return for sparing his life, but the ogres crushed him before he got his offer out), and now they’d turned him into one of the most hated of monsters—a kobold! The fact that his new scales were the same deep purple as his hair in his previous life served only to ensure Tartuk’s shame. Enraged, he fled into the woods, only to nurse a deep grudge. He found a tribe of kobolds, joined them, used his magic and manipulative lies to rally them, and led his new army in an attack against his old village. The resulting battle was furious, and only Tartuk survived. That was fine with him.
Since then, Tartuk has drifted through several River Kingdoms, periodically haunting towns and murdering gnomes he finds and at others insinuating himself into kobold tribes, taking them over from within, and then driving them to extinction by forcing them into wars they can’t possibly win. The Sootscales are but his latest project.
The false shaman keeps the kobolds in line by weekly sacrifices before the statue of "Old Sharptooth", using Still Spell illusions to enhance his sermons and the sacrifice of “bad kobolds” (chosen by him from any kobold who seems to be about to question his right to rule) with shrieking ghosts and smoky spirits. He even convinced Chief Sootscale that the tribe had been cursed by surreptitiously casting prestidigitation on a dead kobold to make it look like his scales had turned yellow.
Finally, his journal indicates that when he grows tired of his life, he intends to use the scroll to fly up as high as he can, effectively committing suicide when the spell expires in 5 minutes and leaves him at a height of nearly 2,000 feet, well out of the safety range for the spell’s expiration.
Tucked in the last page of the journal is a single scroll of fly
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Drispeera will eye the two banished kobolds. You boys had better start running, cuz if I see you around here again, yer dead. Don't care for kobolds much to begin with, and traitor- kobolds? Well, I'd kill you now, except my friends probably won't let me. So get going.
Drispeera will dramatically read the the journal aloud to the group.
A gnome, huh? Well this guy is strange even for a gnome. Well gang, back to Oleg's to rest, and resupply and collect our reward? And keep a weather eye out for those danged berries we never did find. Princess clearly needs a new pair of boots.
She waggles her toes around trying to show how badly off her boots are, but they look fine beside a little dirt.
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Edit: In rereading the mites paper she sees "magic dust" listed, so will do a detect magic around Tartuk's belongings to see if they missed anything. (GM Nel, it looks like you already conveniently labeled everything for us, but hey, it doesn't hurt to try, right?)
"Stoopid little git," mutters Bingo as he picks up the sickle and swings it through the air, testing its feel. "Y'all don' mind iffen I keep this sickle, do ya? Too small for you big uns, but'll suit me just fine. Looks like we found Oleg's missing ring, too. Not a bad haul, all told. I kinda like this place, homey, kinda."
Edit: In rereading the mites paper she sees "magic dust" listed, so will do a detect magic around Tartuk's belongings to see if they missed anything. (GM Nel, it looks like you already conveniently labeled everything for us, but hey, it doesn't hurt to try, right?)
Nothing extra, but you do find a discarded pouch on the floor with a few specs of sand in it, you could deduce it was already used up by Tartuk.
To Bingo, "Sure thing, buddy. Seems we are heading back to town soon. I can certainly use the rest as well! Erastil will help"
When Tickbiter backs down, Faron circles him one last time, then flutters back to Mornaura and lands on her forearm.
"Oh, don't look at me like that. 'tis not my fault there wasn't a good opportunity to pick someones eyeball. Here, take a piece of jerky instead."
The witch feeds and carresses her familiar while listening to the diplomatic talk, and casually walks over to the corpse afterwards to help analyzing the loot.
"Hah, I knew he wasn't a kobold. Told you I had a good rationale for my decision. Oh, and well spoken, Drispeera. Um, I'd really like to find those damnberries before we travel back to Oleg's, but since they can be anywhere on the other side of the river and we don't have that many supplies left... Let's head back and prepare for a longer expedition, to the woods and finally to the Stag Lord camp, alright?"
After piling up the 'spoils of war' from the kobold caves, the party packs up and sets out for Oleg's. In just a day of travel by horses, everyone is greeted by smiling Svetlana. She waves at you as you are coming into the trading post, and welcomes you back. Supper is already served, but there is still enough for everyone to partake after a day of traveling. You notice a few renovations taking place, with the addition of a second story to the guest house being built, frame completed and walls being put in. The palisade seems to be in the same shape as before, but a new reinforced gate has been put in.
Jhod and Edwyn seems to start chatting and celebrating together. Apparently Erastil and Cayden followers like to argue theology and the ways of the world.
Surprisingly, Kresten seems to have more guards along with him at the trading post than his average, with his company now at seven guards instead of three. Oleg mentions that Restov has gotten reports recently of increasing bandit attacks, so they have decided to reinforce the trading post just in case of any more bandit attacks. To your relief though, no bandits have even been spotted at the trading post since your last departure.
A new visitor to the trading post catches your eye though, a fair lady of what seems to be a noble house. She sports the symbol of Shelyn, goddess of song, music and love. Not as common around these parts as Erastil, Cayden and Abadar, but she still has plenty of followers in Brevoy.
Svetlana mentions, "She came here a few days ago, with her wagon although without any wares. We thought she was a merchant at first, but obviously not. She has been very interested in meeting you ever since we told her the story of how you guys stopped Happs and Krestle. I don't think Jhod likes her much though... I heard him mumbling just yesterday about how we have such a 'hodgepodge' and 'mishmash' of faith here now, and how he hopes Erastil saves us. Of course, we welcome all religions here, and Erastil is not our patron here. Besides, if the Stolen Lands are ever to be settled, we could have temples to many deities just like the big cities! Anyway, she has been quite nice so far."
Kaeso snaps out of his post-combat funk. "Hmm? Oh? That's a nice shield. . . Erastil, Cayden, Shelyn; Arrows, drink, and love? I might have gone to temple more if I'd known the gods cared about such essential things."
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Mishmash of faiths? Hmm, does that mean the new girls a cleric? -sigh- How many does that make now? The first guy didn't stick around long enough to find out. Then the Erastil girl- took a dislike to me for some reason. Then the Cayden cleric- too drunk to heal me when I needed it. Now what? Some goosestepping god of law and order? Well, better go make friends in any case. My sisters taught me well-- never get a cleric mad at you.
Drispeera puts on one of her brightest smiles and approaches the newcomer. Hello and welcome to the untamed wilderness. What brings you to these parts? I am Drispeera of House D'Lith, from Kyonin, the elven kingdom to the south. My comrades and I took contracts to deal with bandits, and try to civilize some of this area. She points forlornly to her worn boots. Sadly, civilization comes slowly. It will probably be ages before there's a fashionable shoemaker around. Although, looking around, Oleg does seem to be improving the place at a good clip.
Hello there Lady Drispeera D'lith, I am Lady Ionnia Orlovsky, of House Orlovsky from Brevoy. she pauses and looks at the shoes and smiles I know your shoes are amazing, I mean they are dirty, but You should probably have better shoes for being out in the wilderness Unless you need really bejeweled shoes to distract them, Though that would take away from your beauty instead of enhancing it
She laughs as she holds up her glass of ale and blushes Sorry my Lady, I am a little drunk, healing the weary and the forlorn, and spread the word of Shelyn has made me seek solace in a bit of spirits this eve, I often only drink a glass or two, but this is my third one...
she sighs and than holds out her hand and smiles though thank you for the warm introduction, I though suspect you are a part of the group that headed out from Rostov to help tame this land.... If you are I come to aid you as my goddess has bestowed upon me the task to build a temple to my goddess here and spread her message of love and beauty to all who will listen, and with my fathers blessing i left my daughter and came here from New Sveten to greet you all and hopefully join you in your task
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Well met! You are most welcome to join us. And don't worry about the drinks... she nods towards Edwyn ... we are very accustomed to Clerics who like to summon, er, spirits.
And establish a temple of Sheyln, eh? I fear I don't know much of her, but Beauty and Love sound like something I could get behind. Rather than that old brother Jhod nattering on at me to settle down and properly whelp young ones. None of his business, I say. But I would love to see you debate with our good Brother Deadeye. Maybe we could suggest converting the old Erastil temple into a temple for Sheyln. And then watch his head explode.
The road is hard and civilized and boring, except when there are bandits and kobolds attacking. She gestures to the men in the party.But at least the scenery is easy on the eyes.
Oh speaking of bandits, there's something I need to return to Lady Svetlana, if you'd care to join me. Dris will do her best to prestidigitate the ring clean and then find a dramatic moment to tell the tale and present the ring back to Oleg and Svetlana.
"Well met indeed. Although Shelyn is a little aloof for my taste, she still for the most part stand with the forces of good. If adventure is what you are after, I do not think you will be disappointed."
After dinner, Norn goes back to the makeshift archery range that Kresten and his guard have been using to take some practice shots.
Would love to go with you all, but frist I must offer any here healing I turn to the crowd and stand with a warm smile a than a swift curtsy People of the wildlands I am Lady Ionnia Preistess of Shelyn the Eternal Rose.I come here offering healing and offer it only out of the love and compassion of my goddess, please if you would like to know more of my goddess I will hold a service later in the night, but for now I am free to do healings
I than smile and begin to him softly as I pick up some simple bread and take a bite out of it looking about for any one in need of my divine blessings
Kaeso, blushing, stammers out a greeting to the Lady Ionnia: "Pleasure to meet you. We sure could use the help." He looks at his feet for a moment, and then, as if making a decision, says "See you at the service!" He then almost runs away to Oleg to see if he might buy some field plate.
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Hallooo Kresten! So we totally found the kobolds and they were having like this totally genocidal war with some mites under a Sick-Amore tree. And the war was being pushed on by some gnarly kobold shaman who turns out was a purple gnome and we, like, totally defeated him. And then there was this icky wet ghost who is totally bonkers mad at this Stag Lord guy, I guess he killed him or whatever, and now we can't cross the river until we kill the Stag Lord for him. And who are all these hot new guys wandering around? So, anyway, can we have our money now?
After considering Lady Ionnia's service for a bit (going to temple really isn't her thing) curiosity gets the best of her and she decides to attend.
The witch just waves a short "hello" at Ionnia, then leaves to take care of Faron and the horses.
Oh, great, another highborn jabbermouth. Just what we needed... Please, spirits of this land, help me and make them not like each other, or they'll talk our ears off on our next expedition...
When she returns to check if they're still chatting, Mornaura sees Kaeso hurrying away, and starts chuckling.
"Look what you did, you scared Kaeso... Probably no miracle, though, with all that talking about love and compassion."
Kresten gives an odd look at Drispeera. "Well then, that will be good. I'll send a quick word to Restov and get the funds approved. If reports are accurate, I should have the money for you in less than 3 days. Y'know what they say, a Rostlander always pays his debts!"
Next morning comes around, and the whole trading post seems to be excited about something. On the way to breakfast, you notice a small crowd gathered at the gate, with Kresten asking questions at a... guest.
A small dark kobold has approached the post and is at the other side of the gate. He seems to be very excited, and upon seeing Kaeso and the gang he starts waving over and jumping up and down. The whole crowd turns and starts staring at you.
"Master big folks! HI HI!" screams the kobold, in broken Common. "It's me, Mikmek! I tried to follow you, but horses too fast! All I got is Boowoo! he says, pointing at a wolf panting next to him with his tongue out.
"Mikmek is back! To help you guys. Me want to become chief someday, so tribe say I go and get experience. How to be strong like you! Me want to come and help."
Kresten looks back towards you with one eyebrow raised. The look of his face is half incredulity and half surprise. "Friend of yours, I'spose? ... I guess let it in. But I'm not responsible for his safety."
The gates open, and Mikmek proudly holds on to Boowoo's leash, and walks him over to the stables. He ties him to a small mast, not thinking there is anything weird with the situation at hand. Afterwards he starts heading over to the breakfast table and sits down to sip on some hot oats.
Most of the trading post is still looking over towards you, not sure how to react to the new visitor.
"Well, yes, it's alright, I guess," Mornaura tells Kresten, then follows the kobold. Sitting down across from him, she eyes him up for a while.
"So... You've come here because you want to help us? Fine by me. When you've finished your meal, maybe you could tell us what you know about these lands...?"
Trying to ignore the curios people around, she grabs a bowl of oat and some goodies for herself and Faron.
'Seems your group does great works already, to have such a creature willing to come and learn at your heels is a great honor and privilege as he will soon take what we teach back to his home and people, The Eternal Rose shines upon us will such a joyous and fruitful chance" She says as she smiles and sits next to Mornaura and looks at the kobold and holds out her hand
"Hi there, Mikmek was it, I'm Ionnia, Its pleased to meet such a great creature as your self, I'm soon to go out there along side your friends to keep them safe and heal there wounds. I do this for a great purpose, much like you do for your tribe. If you want I can talk more about this on our journey in these lands, So please My lovely scaled friend enlighten me and your friends about the perils we might face?"
Kaeso tries to hide a grin. Is it possible for Kobolds to be cute?
"Friend Mikmek, let's see that wolf. Perhaps we can teach him some tricks?
Handle Animal . Just hoping to get the wolf used to us, and to Mornaura's hawk.
"How about you? Maybe we can get you a dirk or a short sword." Kaeso gets a blade and takes him over to the courtyard. "The first thing to remember is to stick them with the pointy end. . ."
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Lady Ionnia looks to be useful, but now we have a kobold and a wolf joining us? We're not so much a party now, more like a parade marching through the woods.
Drispeera slaps MikMek heartily on the back with a smile. Welcome aboard!...you little rodent, hope you don't die a quick ignoble death.
Aside to Bingo she says With so many of us tromping around, perhaps you ought to scout ahead from time to time. Don't get into too much trouble before I get there tho!
To Lady Ionnia she says loudly, pretending not to notice Jhod and Edwyn standing nearby, We're off straightaway to find you the best possible site for the temple of the Noble Shelyn! Shall we go?
"We'll maybe Mikmek look after horses or something for now, while he gets strong. Or stay here, help the fat guy over there with his trading post. Me not THAT eager to pick fights."
With the new "cohort" in tow, another day passes by and a wagon arrives from Restov. It contains not only the promised monies for the kobolds, but also a new shipment of goods for Oleg's store. The trading post has now a fully stocked general store (as it is known in our home games: "Crazy Ackbar's Adventurer's Emporium") that should carry any item up to 1,200gp limit of mundane and masterwork items, as well as trade goods and supplies, level 1 wands and scrolls. .
Should you wish to return Svetlana's ring, the store credit would apply to anything you'd like.
Bingo finally comes out of the guest house, fully recovered from his wounds. Noticing the new face at the table, hurries over to join his friends.
"Hey, doll, muh name's Bingo, ya lookin' to join this travelin' circus? Nice," he drawls, looking the human up and down approvingly. "Good to see Dris and Mornie getting a little competition, they was gittin' a little set in they ways. Welcome aboard, milady."
In stark contrast to his crude words, Bingo then takes Lady Orlovsky's hand, bows over it and gently kisses the back before grabbing a bowl of mush and shoveling spoonfuls into his face.
Bingo barely acknowledges Mikmek's arrival, looking up from his mush and nodding to the kobold before starting a second bowl. After wiping the bowl clean and draining a mug of beer, the halfling burps contentedly and wipes his mouth on his sleeve. "Gonna git me some stuff before we leave, be right back."
He goes to the store and asks Oleg for the following - 10 smoke bullets, 10 sharpstones, 10 spongestones, 10 little starstones and 2 vials of oil.
"Set in there ways?,"She says looking at Bingo and than smiles at him and than at Kaeso " I think your traveling companions are beautiful woman with the spirit and skill to tame the wilds That's what brought you to travel with them in the first place."
She pauses and looks up smiling as she looks to Drispeera and Mornauna.She giggles and than looks aback to The belching rogue of a character called Bingo and than sighs as she hears of Mikmek and saddens
"Thats to bad my fine draconian friend, I would of loved to have such a stalwart brave like you and your steed guarding my wagon while we travel...I know could you guard than Oleg and Svetlana they have been good to me, and i know they have been good to the group who saved you so how about that could you do that for us"she says to the Kobold as she lets her hand slide on his shoulder and smiles a warm smile.
Dris will do her best to prestidigitate the ring clean and then find a dramatic moment to tell the tale and present the ring back to Oleg and Svetlana.
Kaeso looks at the armor in the shop, but decides to stick with what he's got for now. He goes beyond the walls to train the two horses to do some tricks. The first one will be to attack whomever he says.
Handle Animal, first for my horse, and then for the bandit horse that we captured: then
Is it time to go to church? I wonder what this Shelyn of the Eternal Rose is like.
Ionnia stood up and smiled as she looked about the room and called out, "Fellow Patrons of Olegs,If you wish to come and hear the message and ways of my Divine Goddess please Follow me out side, I will set up my portable alter and will be giving a small message and offering prayers and healing to those who need it and that I can help, I also ask my fellow servants of faith to please aid me in helping those here with healing, for My goddess turns no one away who seeks aid out of love and compassion"
Ionnia than leaves after a short pause and heads to her wagon. she pulls up her portable altar and sets it up making the platform set and secure before she pulls out her adventurers copy of The Melodies of Inner Beauty the Eternal Roses' most holy of works.
Ionnia than stands up her Goddesses symbol on a simple banner flag over her its long rainbow tailed dove on a simple off white background. As she waits for people to filter in she begins to sing a simple aria. Her linguistic choice was Celestial as she waits trying to let her beautiful music to draw them in.
As the party gathers this new day, the team sets out to the west on this fine morning. Kresten waves you all goodbye, and Jhod makes sure that you see him making a gesture to "keep an eye out for my temple" kinda thing. Mikmek has decided to come with you for now, loading his wolf with rations for everyone as well as the horses. There should easily be enough for 2 weeks of traveling without foraging for more food.
As the team travels westward, no problems arise in the next area. The plains end against the expansive Narlmarches.
Entering the northern Narlmarches, the forest is quiet and tranquil. As you proceed further, the only out of place items are several traps, obviously set by trappers to capture minks, foxes and deer for their hides and sometimes even their meat.
Thanks to Faron's and Kaeso's Scouting of the area, you are able to see some hidden bear traps that were hidden in the underbrush, and you are able to avoid them without too much trouble. With night approaching, you fund a suitable place for a camp to spend the night and decide the next heading.
as the patrons roll in i smile and finish my song. Once done I begin with a smile and speak." Welcome all, I am pleased to see so many interested in the message of Shelyn the Eternal Rose. I am Lady Ionnia a humble messenger of the Uncorruptible one. I came here to the Stolen lands to do the bidding of my deity, To bring her message here to you all!"
I pause as I begin to walk up to the crowd and smile as I look at those infront of me and begin to walk parallel to them. " My goddess preaches Love, Beauty and Art. Many here may laugh at such things, think here in the wilds such aspirations and ideas are not needed here. I though am here to tell you other wise."
I step back towards my portable altar and gesture to the walls about us with verve." Love I tell you is what drives us. We all Love something, or someone, Your family, your life, your community! all of these you can love and guides your motives. Though this love can be corrupted by the evil forces of others the root is always pure and Shelyn will guide those who acknowledge this back towards there loves true path."
" Beauty is in the soul, though we may think it just the thin layer of skin over the flesh beneath, True Beauty is in ones soul. It is those who know this and see it that have already begun to acknowledge the fundamentals of The Eternal Roses' message of love and beauty" I than smile as I look out to the crowd seeing if any one seems eager than wraps it up.
"Now if any wish to know more I am available to discuss my Goddess and her virtues, I also am available now to offer any healing one might need, I don't have much magical healing for all but am able to offer some divine healing, as well as some standard healing to any who need it"
I than walk back beside my altar and wagon waiting for anyone to come up to me for either need.
The map is here, milady.