She works to heal the fighter.
Rosa looked at them both.
She went back to her healing work.
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”A pact that will he followed to the letter and which will only benefit you.” Lidras said, dryly. ”Should I kick you now and tell you that you are to only speak when spoken to? Neither devil nor demon is to be trusted by all accounts. Are we only supposed to fawn over you?” He fixed her with a stare that said Don’t you dare even think about attacking me.
She chuckles at Lidras posturing.
Still chuckling she gets on with her healing work.
Rosa reaches into a magical pouch and brings out the bracers, there host had given them and waves them at the group before once more placing them in another pocket Dimension.
Rosa looks now at Olivira locking eyes with her.
Rosa looks at the others.
The sudden fury of the diabolic hunter had surprised even Aden, though he knew of her past and duties. Shaking his head, he turns with a glare at Rosa. "And what of your lack of respect for my offer of honest words? I called forth to this unknown assembly, insisting that they reveal themselves and speak with us, and if so, would see that harm would not be done to them needlessly. No, I gave no formal oath, but I did give my word, something I take very seriously, as you know. And now you have made me a liar with your assault. Where do you stand with regards to your commitment to words and pacts on that?"
"Yarll, my beard goes back in there, for sure.
Aint seen more than a handful o' rooms, yet!"
Rosa looks back at Aden meeting his gaze with one of her own.
Rosa is hinting there was more to her action.
Is there any feedback on her power to touch something and learn about it.
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”Like the tea to fool the enemies that we saw no sign of?” Lidras said, clearly annoyed. It seemed obvious to him that she was hiding as much as explaining as she spoke. Nor did he trust her to be as lawful as she claimed to be. ”We know you are powerful, else you wouldn’t be here. But there is no need to pretend to be so mysterious. But if you do have everything figured out, then I find it doubly insulting that you did not tell any us. This is not a one woman show. We are not your followers, your lackeys, or pawns in your game. We are a team, and you should treat us as such.”
After kicked by Rosa she drops to the ground in pain. She looks up confused and dazed.
Spell-Like Ability: Tieflings can use darkness once per day as a spell-like ability. The caster level for this ability equals the tiefling's class level.
Fiendish Resistance: Tieflings have cold resistance 5, electricity resistance 5, and fire resistance 5.
Fiendish Sorcery: Tiefling sorcerers with the Abyssal or Infernal bloodlines treat their Charisma score as 2 points higher for all sorcerer class abilities.
She looks up at Davian with tears in her eyes. Eyes that are very big and you can hear her gasping for breath. Blood begins to cover her dress.
Matthew shakes his helmet to Rosa's suggestion to take it off simply saying, "no." As she continues to insist he does not resist. The helmet has a catch to it, with Rosa's help she finally gets it off and his face looks like mush. You don't see eyes, you can barely see the air holes left for his nose, the lips are gone but replaced by chuncks of cancerous flesh, you can see the hole of his mouth and the few teeth that remain are crooked and chipped. The only thing that appears to be damaged is in his mouth and around the hole of his mouth.
Then she passes out.
He zips up and looks around... if no one takes notice of him be begins to explore backpacks and gear...
Annwyn finally decides to take action, stepping forward as Rosa pummels the tiefling. Demon-blood or no, she wasn't going to stand by idly as anyone was being beaten.
"Rosa, stop. You do that again, I'll treat you as I would anyone else who attacks someone unprovoked. Olivira, are you all right?" she asks, channeling healing into the bloodied figure.
As she is healed she comes back to consciousness and begins screaming curled in the fetal position.
Davian makes a cursory Heal check on Olivira.
Davian moves her dress to the side to find the cause of where the blood was coming from...
”So Rosa, you caused this. Fix it.”
Davian shouts in frustration. "Roşa haș done enough!"
Looking quickly to the inquisitive talking lizard, "Ţhîş wîll defînîţely lengţhen our journey țo Ţhe Tomb.""Ânnwyn, wîll you pleăse ășșîșt me, ăș ănoțher who hăș țhe Heâlîng Ârţş?" The desnan asked the wizard, as the varisian took out his full healer's kit, removing the ether potion within.
Davian then turned his attention back to his patient, trying to calm her down. "Olîvîrâ! Olîvîră. Î wîll hăve țo puț you under whîle Î remove țhe glășș. Before you șleep, pleășe țell me îf țhe conțențș of țhe glășș held ănyțhîng poîșonouș?"
Through her hysterical screams of pain some how Davian gets through and calms her at least that is what you might think until you see she is out cold once more.
Rosa a magical healing would be best considering the wounds are in his mouth, otherwise it willbe changing bandages by the minute. Though most of his wounds do not appear to be weeping.
The dwarf looks kinda worried about his comrades.
"Heya, why aint ya saying anything about this to me before?
When did that happen in the first place?!"
Before Davian begins his surgery, the varisian takes a blanket out of one of Grod's saddlebags, and drapes it over Olivira's lower half. Then the desnan finds a nice round pebbles about the size of a thumb nearby, cleans it off, and casts light on it. Davian recommends Annwynn do the same. The cleric then takes the lighted pebble and sticks it halfway in his mouth. With surgical tools in hand, Davian begins the operation.
Rosa ignores Olivira cry's of suffering, She pays no need as the hidden glass Vile deep inside her shattered to 1000s of blades, each cutting Olivira's most sensitive flesh. Cutting in an agonising torment of and pain and degradation. Rosa dose not look once as Olivira's child like whimpers and screams of suffering rang out. Dose not seem to care as Olivira's blood seeped out on the ground as a testament to the excruciating torture of having each razor sharp shard of glass pulled slowly out of her flesh one by one.
Rosa methodology starts to treat Matthew uncaring of sicking damage she had so cruelly inflicted on a poor, dear, sweet, innocent, honest, kind compassionate, nice, totally trust worthy and goodly child known as Olivira.
For Olivira this was probably one of the worse days of her life, she would carry the scares both mentally and physically of this day for years if not for the rest of her life.
But for Rosa it was just Wednesday.
She uncaring of Olivira as she concentrated on Matthew and the rot that was eating him away, Olivira's screams where just a pleasant sound track to her work.
Treat Disease
To treat a disease means to tend to a single diseased character. Every time the diseased character makes a saving throw against disease effects, you make a Heal check. If your Heal check exceeds the DC of the disease, the character receives a +4 competence bonus on his saving throw against the disease.
Action/Time: 10 minutes.
Retry? Varies. Generally speaking, you can’t try a Heal check again without witnessing proof of the original check’s failure.
She slips on some gloves and then takes a sample checking it. She then takes a small vile of her own blood and applying a little with a small spatula says a few words.
Aden is struck by Rosa's total dismissal of her companions concerns, including his own. Stepping toward her as she removes the man's shattered helm, he speaks up at her.
"You answer not my challenge, Rosa, instead offering avoidant manipulation of the question, something solicitors of the Infernal Gate are rather skilled at. To claim everything you do has a reason is simply a way for you to ignore my question and thereby hide from the fault of your very action. You showed blatant disregard for my bearing and my word, and if you would count me an ally in this endeavor, you would do well to respect the varied ideals of your comrades, lest your actions bring you into direct conflict with them because of your presumptuous ignorance. In the past you have struck me as a woman of intense insight and wisdom, not a brash, brutal thug. But perhaps time, and the corruption of Hell, has worn on your sanity. Is that what I am to think?"
Rosa looks at Aden.
She turned going back to her work healing the fighter.
To the likely surprise of the elf, Old Snowbeard addresses Lidras in elven. Sure, the rough voice of the dwarf is not exactly made for the fine syllables of the elven tongue, but he is obviously well-versed in it.
"నా, మీ స్నేహితులు ఎల్లప్పుడూ ఈ బిగ్గరగా ఉంటారు మరియు వారు ఎప్పుడైనా ఎప్పుడైనా ఎప్పుడైనా పడుతున్నారు?"
My my, are your friends always this loud and do they always bicker that much?
Aden shakes his head in disappointment. In a calm, saddened voice, Aden offers a few words before turning away from the hellspawn. "You still ignore the affront offered by your actions directly making me a liar. I am disappointed that the once-wise Rosa cannot see that. Though your words pose a couple interesting questions for me. I am intrigued how you knew that she had a vile of poison hidden within her, and if indeed it is poison, am further concerned that you did not warn our companion as he acts to perform surgery on the very wound where you say this poison now sits. And perhaps my eyes deceive me, I have never claimed to be one of great vision- he gestures to the large scar across his face and eye, -but I see not a single weapon upon her. The use of poison is not something I look lightly upon, though neither are vile blades, and I am sure the Inheritor would gladly see me destroy that blade you conjure forth so casually toward people's throats... but I respect you enough to stay that action. Think on it. As for now, I will leave you to your ministrations to this wounded man."
Turning toward the dwarf, he responds likewise in elven.
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Blocking off the pain and horror around him, the elf focused on the conversation. He waited until the dwarf and halfling had spoken to respond. He did so in Dwarven, despite the fact that his throat could not hope to pronunciation the words properly. The language had been described to him as rolling thunder, or stones rubbing against each other. Still, he did his best.
ᛗᚨᛋᛏᛖᚱ᛫ᛋᚾᛟᚹᛒᛠᚱᛞ᛬ᛁᛏ᛫ᛁᛋ᛫ᚨᛋ᛫ᛗᛃ᛫ᚲᛟᛗᛈᚨᚾᛁᛟᚾ᛫ᛋᚨᛃᛋ᛬ᛁ᛫ᚨᛗ᛫ᛋᚢᚱᛖ᛫ᚹᛖ᛫ᚹᛁᛚᛚ᛫ᚷᛖᛏ᛫ᚨᛚᛟᛜ᛬ᛃᛟᚢ᛫ᚨ ᚾᛞ᛫ᛁ᛬ᚹᛖ᛫ᚹᛁᛚᛚ᛫ᚾᛖᛖᛞ᛫ᛏᛟ᛫ᚹᛟᚱᚲ᛫ᛏᛟᚷᛖᚦᛖᚱ᛫ᛁᚠ᛫ᚹᛖ᛫ᚨᚱᛖ᛫ᛏᛟ᛫ᛋᚢᚱᚡᛁᚡᛖ᛫ᚦᛖ᛫ᚺᛟᚱᚱᛟᚱᛋ᛫ᚦᚨᛏ᛫ᚨᚱᛖ᛫ᛏ ᛟ᛫ᚲᛟᛗᛖ
"Yaharll, yer dwarf 's not shabby, master longear.
For the ᛚ's try to ta grind yer tongue against yer teeth.
That worked for ... a good friend of mine who struggled with them as well."
Its obvious that he was close to say something different there.
"Working together ... yarll.
Although ... If any of you tries to kick me like that mamsel just did...
I will not accept any responsibly for any reactions of my beard."
He is surprised and glad to find that some from the first expedition have survived, though not in much good condition and shocked at the ensuing interactions. Thoughtfully, he stays out of it, also not much help at healing. He had read and now perfectly remembers many books about different anatomies, humanoid and otherwise, but strangely not much about the practical matters of a physician.
He hears his tongue being spoken by the dwarf and listens.
[spoiler=Elven]
"Unfortunately our employer has chosen skill from too many different places, disregarding potential conflicts. How has your time with the Tiefling been? She seems ill-suited for a tomb."
With Rosa’s steady hands, use of her blood and infernal magics the extra cancerous chunks of flesh begin to fall off. She is done in about a half hour, leaving his dual colored eyes exposed, lips mending, and nose slightly reforming. More administrations would be needed to fully restore his face but the wounds in his mouth are closed and the disease appears mostly taken care of.
It takes several hours but Davian and Annwynn believe all the glass shards are removed. Another magical healing would be best to close the wounds and unfortunetely likely bring her back to consciousness.
With Rosa’s steady hands, use of her blood and infernal magics the extra cancerous chunks of flesh begin to fall off. She is done in about a half hour, leaving his dual colored eyes exposed, lips mending, and nose slightly reforming. More administrations would be needed to fully restore his face but the wounds in his mouth are closed and the disease appears mostly taken care of.
Rosa paid no heed to the others, working to get Matthew well. Finally she took one last look.
She packed her healing kit away. Once done she whistled for the Hell hounds. When the came she said simply.
She started to walk out into the scrub lands. As she did she said.
And with that she was soon out of sight.
It takes several hours but Davian and Annwynn believe all the glass shards are removed. Another magical healing would be best to close the wounds and unfortunetely likely bring her back to consciousness.
As the tiefling regains consciousness, Davian uses water from his waterskin to clean the operation area and his hands.
"Hello, Olîvîrâ. How âre you feelîng?"
He replaces his helm, secures his greatsword to his back and follows Rosa silently.
She groans out, ”In pain...” she gingerly moves around until she gets to a sitting position. Then looking around still dazed and confused.
The desnan kneels down next to the tiefling and takes a cubed vegetable from the healer's kit.
"Here. Eăț țhîș. Îţ’ş gînger. Îț wîll help prevenţ âny blood cloţş."
Davian leans in close to Olivira, and whispers, "Î recommend no șexuăl ăcțîvîțy for ă monțh or unțîl your nexț cycle, fînd țhe șofțeșț plăce țo șîț, ănd șțăy ăwăy from ălfălfă. Ăfțer țhăț, eîther vîșîț me or ă hedge wîtch or Phărășmăn mîdwîfe țo exămîne țhe înjury. Hopefully ît wăș țreățed before ăny lășțîng dămăge țo your ăbîlîțy țo băre chîldren."
The cleric then folds Grod's blanket many times and carefully slips it under the tiefling's seat.
She nods to the Desnean, she also shakes her head whispering, ”That was already taken from me. Thank you.”
The hell hounds run around blasting ground hogs with their fire breaths and clean up a field quickly. They keep at it until Rosa calls them or until all the rodents are dead.
The sun rises much later after 4th watch, a few hours.
At dawn, you find the white-bearded dwarf sitting leaned against a rock, smoking a seriously ornamented wooden pipe and reading in a huge tome, obviously a spellbook.
It is enveloped in green leather which origin one can only guess and is quietly murmuring to himself.
He did sleep during 3rd watch but seems to be awake since then, his eyes like two rock crystals in the darkness of night.
... wait a sec ... did the white beard just flipped a page for the dwarf?
With one hand holding the book, the other on his pipe, how is he actually reading the book?
There, now you are sure. The beard moved on its own, flipping over another heavily written-on page!
During the night, Davian sleeps near Olivira, in case of any unknown complications. In the morning, the desnan says his morning prayers, and readies himself for the next leg of the journey to the tomb. The varisian is protective about latest patient and travels near the tiefling.
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Lidras, caught sight of the living beard and smiled. He had taken a liking to the old dwarf. Learning a language was hard when the native speakers were by their nature distrusting of elves as a whole, doubly so with Lidras due to his appearance. He had been practicing grinding his ᛚ's. He had lived long enough to find the enjoyment in the little things of life such as that. He kept the information of the beard to himself, thought he decided to keep an eye out when hostilities broke out. Seeing a new form of magic in action was such a rare treat, he didn’t want to miss it.
After the commotion finally dies down and Rosa inexplicably leaves camp in the middle of the night because the hounds 'need to hunt' when they were previously sleeping, Serill sighs and goes back to getting his necessary 2 hours of uninterrupted sleep. The last thing he sees while nodding off is... a living beard?
Up early the next morning her keeps looking at the dwarf, wondering if he really saw what he saw. He looks around to see if Rosa had returned or not, then puts her out of his mind and prepares to continue the journey and follow their little lizard guide. "Keep watch, I will stay down here for now." he tells Alagon, his loyal Great Eagle. Raden decides to stay on the ground and follow the lizard again as best he can while being much slower than it.
Noticing the last sleepers getting up, the dwarf stows the book he was reading in and calls over:
"Yarll, ya lads have slept enough?
Ready to ride out again.
Lots'o evil stuff awaits to get laid to rest.
Ever noticed that the clatter of a dying skeleton hitting bare stone sounds astonishingly similar to the sound of an anchor-chain being wheeled in during a storm?
Yer want to listen closely the next time we get rid of one and you'll see!"
With a groan he stands up and casually passes by at Olivia and the desnan cleric with the funny accent.
"How does it look, yarll?
Aint it better to sent her back to catch some nice'a'long rest, eh?"
It was at that very moment that Rosa voice came from one side.
Rosa came striding back into the camp. she dropped 8 freshly killed ground hogs on the floor, some where still smoking.
She said, then she stood looking at the others, that is all but Olivira. It's was as if the tiefling is not even there for Rosa.
Then she stood there waiting to see what the others would say.
He arrives a minute or so after Rosa, partially singed here and there. Then the hell hounds follow and keep behind Rosa.
She gets up with the help of the Desnian cleric likely. Once up she takes a few trying steps and shakes her head. With a few arcane words she conjures a floating disc and sits upon it. Then she conjures a mount and tethers the disc to the mount. "Davian if you can ride you can take the mount, otherwise I am sure Matt will ride it again."
As the group gets ready to go, you would notice the goliath still sleeping and shrinking? He is at least a few feet shorter than he was yesterday.
Another half day of travel and the group comes upon a strange sight indeed, a giant of some kind sitting on the top of one of the hills next to a tall dead tree that still gives enough cover for the undead skeleton in armor to be in shade. Who appear to be conversing.
A mist surrounds the tall hill. At least 15 feet tall and too thick to see more than a foot into.
The little lizard has all sorts of baubles and random items collected from the groups gear and zips away...
gems, rings, and other non magical items... Yeah!
He zips back grabbing Raden and then zipping away to a hidden place over several hills. Stopping and showing Raden all the items he collected excitedly, "Ooooh look at this one! This is pretty! This one is soooo shiney! I miss Kiko Shiney. This one she could nicely clean up..."
With Rosa's return from her 'time away', Aden chuckles at the collection of partially charred groundhogs. "Lady Luminass, did you run off just to prepare us a meal?" With a lighthearted pat of her knee (akin to patting the back of an equally sized companion), Aden moves past the other and closes with his past ally. Stepping in close, he gestures for Rosa to bend down, and trusting that she does, whispers, "I agree there is a great deal afoot that we do not understand. Look at the arrangement of our company if you need proof. All I was saying before is I counsel caution of action - sometimes a subtle word can be more effective than a heavy boot, especially as we work to determine our true role in this. Do you trust me?"
Looking at the strange skeletal figure before him, Aden cocks his head, "Perhaps I am half mad, but does that skeleton look like its conversing with the tree?"
"I think so. Personally, I'm a bit more concerned about the dragons, but maybe that's just me." Annwyn notes, astride on her unicorn, "But it is quite an odd sight."