"Not completely terrible," Jerrica says, dabbing some blood off of her armor with a rag.
That was a tough one. I'm glad we're all still breathing.
Telsyn looks at the ruined monstrosity.
It took quite a bit of resources to make that thing. Whatever it's guarding was important to whoever constructed it.
She nods as some blood drips onto the floor, "No doubt." She looks down, "Huh....is that coming from me?"
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"Yes it is and we need to see to both of you sooner rather than later." Vishanti says rushing into the room and studying both women to determine the extent of their injuries
Vishanti sees that Derika and Jerrica have moderate wounds, but nothing immediately life-threatening.
Telsyn knows the longsword and shield are Vishanti's. He picks up the spellbook, and opens it.
This has some good spells!
Telsyn can't hide his excitement, but he can't express it, either. He just stands there, with a dumb grin on his face.
Spells, the wizard mutters. Not yet, though.
He puts the spellbook away carefully.
"Looks like we're done here," Jerrica says. "Do we take Firean up on her *cough* generosity *cough* or do we go after the goblins now?"
I'd like to go back and rest and recharge. Make Firean pay the tab. We'll be back here tomorrow, anyway.
We could use a bed and breakfast.
"If nothing else it will assuage her concerns about us immediately being at war with them. The opportunity to rest somewhere safe is one we should take advantage of" Vishanti agrees.
Derika sighs but nods in agreement as well, though she doesn't say much.
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Orym leans heavily on his weapon, sighing. "Indeed," he adds.
You return to the watchtower, Firean and a few bandits keeping a lookout. "Any luck? Looks like you ran into something that didn't like you?"
She shrugs and then winces a little bit before looking at the bandit leader, "Ohhh....I guess you could say that. We didn't like it very much either to be honest." She tries to sound casual about it, but her facial expression indicates that she hurts more than she's letting on.
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Firean pulls a potion from her belongings and passes it to Derika. "Any evil that you managed to rid that keep of is a job well done. It's a potion of Cure Light Wounds. Abel, get one for the blonde."
One of the bandits heads upstairs and returns with a vial for Jerrica. Firean gives the group a thin smile. "Get some rest, you've earned it, I think. Barelli is working on some rice and fried quail."
Jerrica takes the potion and gives Firean and the bandit a nod before quaffing the contents.
Derika gives her a slight nod and a wan smile as well before taking the potion from her, "Thanks...we're trying."
She then takes the potion and drinks it.
While most of the cuts seal up, she's left with some mild bruising and soreness.
If she's got the resources to hand out cure potions, she may be tougher than I thought, the elf thinks.
He'll mention that later.
Once everyone's settled, Telsyn gets out the new spellbook and hands it to Orym.
There are some nice spells in there, he says with a grin.
Vishanti sits quietly studying the unwrapped sword and shield with her family crest. The reality of what they'd done settling in now that the danger of the day was over. She reaches out, touching the shield.
The shield provides almost nothing to Vishanti, except scattered glimpses into a past long gone. No memories coalesce into a vision. Only faint mutterings of conquest break through the silence but nothing more.
Sighing sadly she she reaches out to the sword, closing her hand on the grip.
Again, it seems as if time had erased anything the sword had to offer in the way of revelations of the past. A twinge of regret and subtle greed fills Vishanti's mind for a moment before fading.
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Telsyn sees Vishanti's disappointment. He tries to reassure her.
I'm sorry you couldn't learn more. It was just too long gone.
The sword and shield are still very useful items. I would suggest you keep them. They may yet serve us.
He remembers his prior thoughts, and addresses the party.
Firean's got some juice if she's handing us cure potions. We should get on her good side, and find out what she's trying to do. Maybe learn more about what we're facing. You charming people need to be charming with her.
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For the moment Derika just sits there in an uncomfortable silence, unsure if what to think or say about the bandit situation. She was already confused enough as it was.
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Jerrica turns to Derika. "Maybe we should see this Barelli and check out the sleeping situation here."
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She nods slightly, "Sure.....why not?"
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Abigail saw to it that everyone made it back to a safe place to rest, and everyone was in the best health she could provide.
She then spent some time outside. looking over the keep from the outside. she soon finds a quiet spot and kneels in prayer.
Lady Sarenrae, dawflower, giver of light and life. Hear my prayers, please, my new companions seem troubled, Guide me to the path to bring your light into their hearts. Guide me on the path you would have me travel.
While she does not expect any answers, she knows her prayers are heard, and the answers she seeks will be known to her in time. still she remains faithful and silent for a bit listening and contemplating.
Yes, at once, the elf replies to Jerrica.
Orym follows after Derika and Jerrica, weapon resting on his shoulder. "Hope they got more than jus' straw t' sleep on..." he mutters aloud.
Derika grunts and nods in agreement, but she doesn't really say much else. She's still unsure of how to feel about the situation on the whole.
You head upstairs a door to your left and one in front of you. From the door to the left, the smell of fried quail and boiling rice greet you. This room is obviously a kitchen. A fat half‐orc woman clad in food-splattered scale mail stands behind a steaming iron cauldron. The woman regards you with a cold stare.
"So you're the new blood?" the half-woman asks after a moment.
She shrugs, "I guess so...." She stands there shuffling her feet, unsure of what else to say. She looks at Jerrica and shrugs again.
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The half-orc shakes her head. "I'm Barelli, by the way. Cook of this...operation. Listen, I wouldn't get too comfortable with this life."
She sighs and half mutters under her breath, "Not like I'm comfortable now."
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Barelli shrugs. "I guess you want some food, then?"
Jerrica gives Derika a nudge and whispers to her. "Somethin's on her mind. Ask her what's wrong."
Derika nods, "Sure....we could use something to eat. Constantly fighting, killing, and having our butts handed to us on a regular basis can work up an appetite, as well as be quite bothersome. You're cooking smells really good....but I can't help but notice that it seems as if somethin' is troublin' ya. Is everything okay?"
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