Camila takes position into the center of the room and almost immediately the diseased plant matter reacts to her. It slithers away on wilted leaves, leaving a greasy trail behind as it approaches.
Camila cautiously takes a swing at the greasy angry plant.
Following Camila's lead, Evelyn drew her own longsword and closed on the plant. With both taloned hands wrapped around the handle, she slashed at the foliage.
When the plant monster shambles forward, Mal’s hand goes to her bomb pouch. But after noticing the blast would threaten Cam and Eve. She instead moves closer,draws a dagger and lets it fly.
The oozing plant mass somehow manages to avoid both Camila and Evelyn's sword swipes, but Malora buries a dagger into the thing. It makes no sound in response, but instead issues forth an extremely foul smell.
Camila manages to shrug off the foul smell and not let it effect her. She then takes a 5 foot step in an attempt to surround the plant before taking a swing.
Following Camila's lead, Evelyn moves to flank the noxious plant.
Again seeing the proximity of her allies to her bomb effect, and getting a little annoyed. Mal moves for a clear shot and flings another dagger at the creature.
Looking at Evelyn's Shadow, Iggy asks, "So like, can you talk? Oh! How about play cards? Because it might get boring waiting around for those three. Of course, I don't have any cards..."
Elsewhere, the diseased and stinky plant matter proves to be surprisingly wily and evades both Evelyn and Camila's weapons, but cannot seem to avoid Mal's throw daggers with ease. She manages to land one blade deep into the center of the thing, but it reacts little despite the impressive throw.
The creature lashes out at Camila with a slimy tendril of rotting leaves on a dripping brown stalk. Fortunately, it only grazes the woman.
Unmoving, the Shadow just stares at the halfling.
Evelyn on the other hand, continues to swing her longsword at the moving plant.
After getting a whiff of the creature’s odor. Mal decides to remain at range. And fling another dagger. She also grabs the whip from her belt with her other hand.
”Wow! Does that smell bad.”
Camila filches a little from the hit but she knows it could have been worse. She then rases her sword and takes a swing at the plant.
Finally working as a unit, Evelyn and Camila manuever to try and set one another up to finish the plant-mass off and in the process give Malora the perfect opportunity to land another dagger into the gooey leaves. Evelyn and Camila's swords flash out and hack the vegetable matter into multiple piles.
Mal moves to recover her daggers. Picking each up with two fingers and flicking the foul smelling goo from the blades. She then looks for something to whip the weapons off with. Briefly eyeing Eve’s cloak, before walking to the foliage wall to use some leaves.
Looking at the small building. ”Well we are here, let's have a look inside.” Moving slowly toward the door.
Mal climbs the stairs to enter the small building. Three rows of pews stand before a stone altar. A human statue stands atop the altar, its face and right arm broken off and shattered at the floor around it. Two smaller statues of women—each wielding a sword and shield—stand in raised alcoves in the southeast and southwest corners.
There is a shimmering in the air and an image of Aroden appears before Mal. "Greetings, mortal. It is your duty to provide me with a tribute. Comply and I will bless you. Deny me, and the power of the gods will rain down upon you!"
Evelyn nodded in response to Malora, and followed her towards the small building.
At the sudden appearance of a deity, Evelyn halted in her tracks. As the entity spoke, something seemed...off. "It's a trick" Evelyn whispered.
"What kind of tribute?' she asked aloud.
"Oh, you know, the usual. Gold, furs, jewels...perhaps a nice bottle of wine?"
Taking Evelyn's cue, Camila takes out a gold piece and begins fidgeting with it.
"He is some gold I offer as tribute to Aroden. All you have to do is come and take the offering."
"I'm not some dog begging at scraps! Leave your tribute and be on your way, or suffer from your blasphemy!"
Evelyn will cast detect magic and look for any magical auras.
"Surely there must be a donation worthy of an extended audience with such a supreme deity such as yourself..."
Evelyn spots a magical aura leaking out of the rafters above the floor in the first few moments of casting her spells.
"You are beginning to anger Arrow-dean!" the hidden trickster grumbles, mispronouncing the fallen deities name. "I offer you one final chance to appease me!"
Scanning the room, Mal searches for the source of the voice.
"Tell you what. I got a tribute for you. How about a bomb?"
Camila continues to twirl the GP in her hand as she scans the area looking for this "Arrow-dean."
"What is a bomb? It does sound fancy."
"Oh mighty and beautiful Arrow-dean, please accept our sincerest apologies. We are but insignificant and humble servants to be blessed by your wisdom" Evelyn cries as she drops to a knee.
"Oh, that's much better! But do not forget your place, mortal. S about that bomb...?" The voice sounds mollified for the moment.
Mal bows, and speaks in the melodious tounge of celestials.
"Forgive me most divine one. I ment no offense. I was only making sure of your identity. I am a servent of the divine realm. Allow me and my retinue to assist you."
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She also readies her Aasimar spell-like abilty of Glitterdust.
"Your words ring false, mortal. You're trying too hard to be obsequious. The feathered one should speak, you should remain silent. Now about that tribute? You said you had wine?"
Malora can discern from it's speech patterns and accent that the creature's native language is possibly Aklo, spoken by some creatures native to the Darklands.