DM Brainiac |
Isabel hacks off another head with two slashes of her blade. Charlotte incinerates another one, instantly cauterizing the stump. Only one head remains.
Telekinetic Projectile: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (2) + 11 = 13
Wesley tries to slice it off with a hurled projectile, but the attack goes wide.
The last remaining head snaps its fangs on empty air as Isabel avoids its attacks!
Fangs: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (5) + 16 = 211d20 + 11 ⇒ (7) + 11 = 181d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8
You focus your attacks on the beast and it goes down!
Lady Charlotte Plumth |
With her body trailing inky brimstone smoke, the woman moves not to Fall, to treat her wounds, but to the hydra to bath the creature in the fire's from hell. Just to be sure.
She turns her eyes to the other, the normal dark blazing with a ring of flames. The hint of a smile, before she catches herself and smothers it. She looks away, "I will need a few minutes before I can help." then the doctor moves away, to try and control herself enough to stop the smoke.
she needs to refocus to reduce the curse to minor, then she can patch Fall up
Isabel Rhelian |
Bel has her priorities and, whenever this kind of thing happens, priority one is Lottie so she pursues her friend and wraps her arms around her from behind.
"You're so warm." She says, managing to avoid the words coming out as a pleased moan. "I like this!" Lottie is delightfully warm, nearly too hot but right now her friend needs comfort and Bel hasn't felt warm since before they all got on that thrice-accursed ship so she snuggles into Lottie from behind, puts her chin on the smaller woman's shoulder and enjoys the warmth.
Lady Charlotte Plumth |
Whirling storms inside Charlotte, cause her to tense, Tense, TENSE, then finally a sigh, a long slow one, signalling herself coming back and she snuggles back into her best friend. "'A silver lining in every cloud'" she quotes something, amusement in her voice. "I should examine your olfactory passages sometime since the smell of rotting eggs burning in a pit doesn't bother you." Charlotte found the smell of sulfur enticing by now, which was one of the many worrying signs, she thought at least.
Isabel Rhelian |
"Eh," Bel says, her arms flexing a little as she shrugs. "You smell like you Lottie. There's always been a little bit of sulphur in there but Egorian..." There's no need to say anything more on that subject.
Silence reigns for a minute or two until Lottie suddenly feels something wet glide up her neck and then a set of teeth nibble on her earlobe for a moment.
"Well you don't taste of sulphur." Isabel says, the mischief apparent in her voice. "I was curious."
Fallende Westagho |
The victory leaves Fallende flush with excitement and adrenaline.
"Now that is what battle should be! Ma chérie, do you see now ... ?" she questions turning only to see Charlotte walking away ... with Isabel following.
She frowns.
A moment later, though and the frown fades to be replaced by a sad smile. She sighs. "'Il n’y a qu’un bonheur dans la vie, c’est la vie, c’est d’aimer et d’être aimé'," she says to herself, softly, before turning to the task of cleaning her weapon.
"Merci, Wesley," she says the quiet man as she wipes down her blade. "Your insight into the creature was très bénéfique."
Lady Charlotte Plumth |
Charlotte nods at the mention of Egorian, the nightmares flashing across her mind, fire, blood, screaming... then she GASPED as her ear was tasted, a delighted shiver rushed across her held body, making the smoke sputter for a moment, shifting in color and smell in the tiniest degree.
She gives a hesitant laugh, catching the mischief in her friend's voice, then shrugged out of her friend's arms, the smoke finally thinning into nothing. "I am glad to have satisfied that" Charlotte says about curiosity, her cheeks flushed (obviously from her fires). "Our elf friend was bleeding when we left her, and I am your doctor, so..." another hesitation, a smile, then she leaves to see Fallende.
Once back at the corpse, "I apologize for delaying your treatment." Charlotte says to the elf, as she kneels before her to clean the wounds, tenderly to cause as little pain as possible "I do not think the state of my condition at that moment would be sanitary." she says without as little inflection as possible. "Please, continue with your conversation." She nods to Wesley and Fall, not wishing to interrupt past the needed.
Fallende Westagho |
Fallende smiles and chuckles. Reaching down, she brushes her fingers along Charlotte's cheek.
"Ah, ma chérie, you have done nothing that requires des excuses. I wish not to intrude between you and ton ami ... your friend." She winks. "I am happy to be the focus of whatever time you may spare. Simply to bask in the warmth of your presence is reward enough. I will treasure it as one saviors the scent of a magnifique fête ... a magnificant feast."
Her fingers move under the woman's chin and lift it slightly so their eyes meet.
"And I will dream of the distant possibility of one day, perhaps, sampling a taste."
Lady Charlotte Plumth |
Charlotte's eyes are captivated, her lips part to say something, but words don't come, the expressed dream alone enough to make her speechless Her tongue wetten them, a pause, a moment, then sense starts to come back in head, burning lizard flesh, a bleeding leg, her own condition...
DM Brainiac |
You search around the cave to recover the treasures hidden in the shallow muck. Along with a decent amount of coins, you also uncover a gold ring, a silver necklace, a crystal wand of acid arrow, a striking runestone, and a ring of the ram.
A small tunnel at the far end of the cave slopes downward. You follow it for quite some time, and eventually, you find yourselves at an intersection of four tunnels that form a sizable cave. The domed ceiling rises to a height of twenty feet, while near the center of this cave stands a monument made of polished black basalt, seven-sided with the same great rune carved on each face. The top portion of the monument has broken away, revealing what appears to be a hollow space within in the shape of a female figure. An astounding number of albino scorpions, each the size of a human's finger, scuttle and scurry around the floor.
The scorpions quickly form into two swarms that rush towards you with snapping claws and poised stingers!
Fallende: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (19) + 13 = 32
Isabel: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (11) + 10 = 21
Wesley: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (17) + 11 = 28
Enemy: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (11) + 11 = 22
Everybody but Isabel may act first!
Fallende Westagho |
Fallende slips the magical ring onto her finger and tosses the wand to Wesley.
----
"Vermine!" the elf cries out, wading into the sea of chiton and pinchers with her blade swinging.
{A} Greatsword Attack: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (18) + 16 = 34
Greatsword Damage - P/S: 2d12 + 4 ⇒ (2, 12) + 4 = 18
{A} Greatsword Attack: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (4) + 11 = 15
Greatsword Damage - P/S: 2d12 + 4 ⇒ (2, 2) + 4 = 8
Current HP: 66/66
Current Hero Points: 1/3
Current Effects:
Lady Charlotte Plumth |
In a way Charlotte finds the scene interesting, hundreds of glistening white creatures pouring over everything, but in another way, she imagines those creatures pinching and stinging the charging elven warrior.
A massive fireball is the answer.
hopefully she can blast them without hitting Fall.
fireball, dc 21: 6d6 ⇒ (6, 5, 5, 3, 4, 1) = 24
DM Brainiac |
Fireball: 6d6 ⇒ (5, 1, 5, 4, 3, 5) = 23
Reflex: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (2) + 13 = 151d20 + 13 ⇒ (10) + 13 = 23
Refelx: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (8) + 13 = 211d20 + 13 ⇒ (9) + 13 = 22
Wesley mimics Charlotte's spell, twin fireballs erupting in the midst of the scorpions. Many of them are incinerated, and Fallende's sweeping strike disperses one of the swarms. The other one remains, though, clambering over the elf, pinching and stinging her!
Swarming Stings: 2d8 ⇒ (6, 8) = 142d8 ⇒ (8, 2) = 10
Fallende takes 14 and 10 damage (DC 21 basic Reflex save for each). She must also save against Scorpion Venom.
Isabel Rhelian |
Isabel steps in and does her best to crush the scorpions pooling around Fall's feet. She doesn't trust her own aim enough to go for the ones actually on the elf.
Strikes: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (20) + 13 = 331d20 + 9 ⇒ (18) + 9 = 271d6 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 61d6 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10
Fallende Westagho |
Reflex vs DC 21: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (13) + 12 = 25
Reflex vs DC 21: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (9) + 12 = 21
Fortitude vs DC 18: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (11) + 11 = 22
The elf flings off the majority of the stinging vermin while continuing to slash at the swarm with her blade.
{A} Greatsword Attack: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (14) + 16 = 30
Greatsword Damage - P/S: 2d12 + 4 ⇒ (5, 10) + 4 = 19
{A} Greatsword Attack: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (2) + 11 = 13
Greatsword Damage - P/S: 2d12 + 4 ⇒ (10, 11) + 4 = 25
{A} Greatsword Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17
Greatsword Damage - P/S: 2d12 + 4 ⇒ (9, 1) + 4 = 14
Current HP: 54/66
Current Hero Points: 1/3
Current Effects:
Lady Charlotte Plumth |
produce fire: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (2) + 11 = 13
damage: 3d4 + 4 ⇒ (2, 2, 2) + 4 = 10
Since fire worked well (which was distressingly the norm of things), Charlotte sends another, smaller, ball of it at some remaining scorpions.
DM Brainiac |
Isabel's and Fallende's powerful blows are more than enough to disperse the remaining swarm. The surviving scorpions scatter, leaving the way forward safe.
The rough cave walls of the tunnel past this chamber eventually give way to chamber of worked stone, with walls made of blue-veined white marble. The ceiling is supported by columns masterfully sculpted to depict voluptuous warrior women wielding two-headed guisarmes, with each column unique and strikingly detailed. At the center of the room, a ten-foot-square shaft leads down into the darkness below.
Isabel Rhelian |
Eso Lore on Sorshen: 1d20 + 13 - 2 ⇒ (13) + 13 - 2 = 24
Isabel frowns at the statues, trying to remember what she can about the Runelord of Lust.
Fallende Westagho |
Fallende ignores the burning sensation on her skin left over from the stings of the scorpions as well as the tendrils of smoke rising from the tip of the braid that her long hair is bound in.
Giving the statues nothing more than a glance followed by rolled eyes and a muttered 'Humaines', she moves to the edge of the opening and gazes down into it.
Current HP: 54/66
Current Hero Points: 1/3
Current Effects:
Lady Charlotte Plumth |
As Isabelle searches, Charlotte comes next to the elf looking down the opening. "Impressive" she says, letting her words echo down ito the dark. She then looks at Fall, a quiet contemplation, a studying in a way, before she lifts her medical bag and nods to a place to sit. She then tends to Fall's wounds in her normal manner. Her dark eyes having noticed the braid, making her lips turn down into an angry at herself frown, which she keeps to herself. She knows Fall will discount the error.
DM Brainiac |
It would be Arcana to recall knowledge about Sorshen, not Esoteric Lore.
Isabel remembers that Sorshen was the Runelord of Lust, but beyond that, she doesn't recall a whole lot of useful information.
As Fallende moves past the statues, they suddenly animate! The columns step down from their platforms and brandish their weapons!
Fallende: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (12) + 13 = 25
Isabel: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (12) + 10 = 22
Wesley: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (19) + 11 = 30
Enemy: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (17) + 11 = 28
Wesley quickly gives Fallende haste as the statues surround and attack the elf!
Guisarmes: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (17) + 13 = 301d20 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 111d20 + 13 ⇒ (14) + 13 = 271d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 241d20 + 13 ⇒ (7) + 13 = 201d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 181d20 + 13 ⇒ (3) + 13 = 161d20 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 13
Damage: 1d8 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 91d8 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 161d8 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16
41 damage to Fallende.
Fallende Westagho |
It sounds like battle is commencing before Charlotte manages to patch up Fallende's minor injuries.
Quickly finding herself surrounded by aggressive statuary, Fallende doesn't hesitate as she attempts to shove one of the statues into the yawning darkness.
{A} Brutish Shove - Greatsword Attack: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (4) + 16 = 20
Greatsword Damage - P/S: 2d12 + 4 ⇒ (6, 11) + 4 = 21
Shove - Athletics vs Fortitude DC: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (19) + 13 = 32
{A} Greatsword Attack: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (1) + 11 = 12
Greatsword Damage - P/S: 2d12 + 4 ⇒ (8, 8) + 4 = 20
{A} Greatsword Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14
Greatsword Damage - P/S: 2d12 + 4 ⇒ (12, 5) + 4 = 21
{A} Greatsword Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7
Greatsword Damage - P/S: 2d12 + 4 ⇒ (1, 4) + 4 = 9
Current HP: 13/66
Current Hero Points: 1/3
Current Effects: haste
Isabel Rhelian |
Distracted from her ruminations by movement and violence, Isabel grasps her morningstar and approaches the statues, trying to size up their weaknesses.
Exploit: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (1) + 13 = 14
Lady Charlotte Plumth |
heal: 3d8 + 24 ⇒ (2, 2, 2) + 24 = 30
Charlotte's mind was thinking her fires would do little to the stone, when all thoughts of attacking were shattered by Fall being cut into without emotion, just rending crimson lost in the dark shaft.
Gritting her teeth to keep from shouting her sudden hate at the statues, she rushes to Fall's side, healing her with her magic while opening her medical kit to help.
stride to get behind her, medicine roll next round
DM Brainiac |
Electric Arc: 3d4 + 4 ⇒ (3, 1, 4) + 4 = 121d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 251d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19
Fallende strikes one of the statues and shoves it into the shaft! It falls, swallowed up by the impenetrable darkness that fills the pit. You do not hear it hit the bottom...
Unfortunately, the elf misses with her other attacks. Isabel has no idea where to hit these things, leaving her off-balance. Charlotte heals Fallende and moves to her side, while Wesley shocks two of the statues with electricity.
The statues split up, one each attacking Fallende, Isabel, and Charlotte. Only the elf is hit!
Guisarme vs Fallende: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (16) + 13 = 291d20 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 121d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19
Damage: 1d8 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14
Guisarme vs Isabel: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (4) + 13 = 171d20 + 8 ⇒ (9) + 8 = 171d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18
Guisarme vs Charlotte: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (4) + 13 = 171d20 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 131d20 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 = 14
14 damage to Fallende after healing.
Fallende Westagho |
Fallende slams another of the statues with her heavy blade, shoving it as well towards the pit before turning and striking at the others.
"Non, mon Ange!" she shouts at Charlotte. "C'est trop dangereux! Reculer!"
{A} Brutish Shove - Greatsword Attack: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (10) + 16 = 26
Greatsword Damage - P/S: 2d12 + 4 ⇒ (5, 7) + 4 = 16
Shove - Athletics vs Fortitude DC: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (15) + 13 = 28
{A} Greatsword Attack: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (17) + 11 = 28
Greatsword Damage - P/S: 2d12 + 4 ⇒ (12, 3) + 4 = 19
{A} Greatsword Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24
Greatsword Damage - P/S: 2d12 + 4 ⇒ (8, 12) + 4 = 24
{A} Greatsword Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23
Greatsword Damage - P/S: 2d12 + 4 ⇒ (7, 10) + 4 = 21
Current HP: 29/66
Current Hero Points: 1/3
Current Effects: haste
Isabel Rhelian |
Strikes: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (15) + 13 = 281d20 + 9 ⇒ (17) + 9 = 261d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8
Damage: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 101d6 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 91d6 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10
Without any idea of how to exploit the creatures, Isabel resorts to the old fashioned method of just battering them until they stop.
Lady Charlotte Plumth |
Charlotte makes a sound somewhere between annoyance and affection, as she pulls out a pre-medicated bandage that numbed and cleansed. The dark haired doctor ducks under a shattering blow, presses the salve on the elf, and follows it with another round of magical healing. "I served at Lastwall" she says plainly, but adds "Mon Ange" with a hint of a smile.
battle medicine: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (2) + 13 = 15
heal: 2d8 ⇒ (3, 4) = 7
heal magic, 2nd: 2d8 + 16 ⇒ (5, 7) + 16 = 28
Lady Charlotte Plumth |
The doctor ordered the other two women to sit, once the danger had passed, a firm command learned for years on the battlefield. She crouches and tends their wounds with a needle held in her lips while she pulled out thread or bandages. Once she started to stitch she said simply "I am your physician, it is my purpose in this... adventure, so the only way I can stay out of danger is if you, both, get better at not getting hit." her dark eyes track from Fall to Bel. "Also..." her eyes lower back to her task, as if she didn't want to look at either of them when she asked "what does Ange mean?"
Fallende Westagho |
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Fallende barely flinches as Charlotte applies her 'tender' care, but her face pinks surprisingly as the doctor's question.
"l' Ange ... it means ... Celestial," she says quietly and her eyes move away. "Angel."
Lady Charlotte Plumth |
Charlotte looks up at the word, a slight frown forming on her lips. Memories of their conversation, about revealing the taint coursing through her veins.
A frown that disappears at the sight of Fall's pink cheeks and averted gaze.
Charlotte has no idea how to respond to that, but it makes her entire chest ache. A warmth practically gushed from that ache to her entire body.
So instead of the disagreement she meant to point out, she answers with her own soft "Oh" drawing Fall's eyes back to see Charlotte's staring up.
A moment or three lost in their mutual gaze, before Charlotte looks back to her work. "Then it is fitting." her tone attempting to be pragmatic, instead lets out a small breathlessness.
(She is obviously not meaning Fitting in relation to herself of course)
Fallende Westagho |
"Oui, c'est très approprié," Fallende responds with a warm smile.
Once Charlotte has finished her work, Fallende stands and stretches. She examines the yawning pit a little more as the woman redirects her labors to Isabel.
"Now how will we descend?" she questions.
Isabel Rhelian |
Isabel just watches, trying to smother a laugh at how tremendously oblivious Lottie was and how rather adorable Fall could be when she was nervous.
I wish I could get a portrait of this moment. She thinks. It would look lovely in the hallway.
"Nice moves Lottie." She whispers when her friend transfers her attentions. "She really likes you."
Fall's question is a good one though, and that draws Bel's focus away from Lottie and towards the pit.
"First of all do we have to go down it?" She asks, "Is there any other way for us to go? If we do have to then maybe our resident wizard has some ideas?"
Lady Charlotte Plumth |
The area around Charlotte warms many degrees as she shushes her friend, knowing that Liking was not the problem here. Her eyes look up at Bel, and realizes that it isn't even the number two problem.
So she ignores that and concentrates.
At the hole she spends her moments reorganizing her medical bag and inventorying, as she waits to see if Wes has a brilliant plan.
Wesley Vancaskerkin |
Wesley studies the shaft with magically enhanced senses. "There are several dwoemers at work here--darkness, silence, feather fall. Simply stepping into the shaft should be safe enough, though it will be an unnerving descent. Getting back up, though, may prove more difficult. Perhaps some rope to facilitate our exit?"
Fallende Westagho |
Fallende nods and drops her bag to search through it, eventually producing a coil of slim rope.
"That means that there are a couple of magical statues at the bottom that we'll have to deal with as well. So everyone be ready for that."
Isabel Rhelian |
"Together then?" Isabel asks, looking to Fall once the elf has secured her rope. "Lottie, Wes, count to five and then follow us."
She waits for Fall's agreement and counts down. "3... 2... 1... Go!"
DM Brainiac |
As you float slowly through the dark and silent shaft, you feel stronger from your recent experiences...
Everybody may level up to 6!
At last, you emerge from the shaft and float down to the floor of a grand hall. The ceiling is made of polished gray marble. It rises to a height of twenty-five feet, supported by ornate columns whose central eight-foot-sections have been carved to resemble a beautiful woman. A ten-foot-square platform sits in a wide alcove on the north wall, atop which lies a white marble sarcophagus with a painted lid. The sound of gently running water echoes along the hall to the west.
The statues that fell down the shaft are here, but they have become inert again. Perhaps their programming does not account for them being removed from the chamber they were supposed to guard.
Both the figures represented in the columns and the painted lid of the sarcophagus depict a beautiful dark-haired, lithe woman sleeping with arms crossed over her chest—a detailed depiction of Runelord Sorshen.
Fallende Westagho |
The elf surveys the room slowly with her blade at the ready, preparing for the statues to activate again at any moment. When that doesn't happen, she steps aside to make space for Charlotte and Wesley to join them.
Quite aware that in places such as this and on missions such that they're on, the dead rarely remain quiescent, Fallende approaches the sarcophagus cautiously.
"Be ready for mort-vivant, Mon Ange," she cautions Charlotte needlessly as she prepares to open the container.
Lady Charlotte Plumth |
For a moment the words make Charlotte's dark eyes sparkle and she barely manages to keep a smile from curving her lips, but then she notices that only She is being cautioned, and the curving turns into a sigh.
Despite that, she stays the furthest back. Practicality means the healer needs to remain standing.
"Wait!" the strengthening of the descent seems to have opened a possibility in her mind, causing her quick almost embarrassing interruption. Moving to the elf, she places her hand on her shoulder, whispering a prayer of safety. Those dark eyes look back up "Open it slow, cautiously. Please." the worry is evident in her voice.
After a moment of hesitation, she moves back out of the way again.
cast Life Connection on Fall, which has a TEN minute cast time, so please be patent
Fallende Westagho |
Fallende waits patiently as Charlotte offers up a fairly long prayer on her behalf. While there's a trace of puzzlement on the elf's face, she nods in thanks before turning back to the sarcophagus.
DM Brainiac |
Wesley inspects the sarcophagus, not finding any traps on it. He nods to Fallende, who tries to open it. The lid itself weighs 600 pounds, but with enough grunting and shoving, the elf shoves it open.
Within the sarcophagus lies the perfectly preserved body of a woman identical to the one depicted on the lid, clad in diaphanous flimsy robes and an enormous amount of splendid jewelry. She looks almost as if she’s sleeping, not dead. The body is warm to the touch.
"Wow. There's a lot of necromantic energy coming from that body," Wesley says cautiously.
Lady Charlotte Plumth |
Once nothing happens violent or otherwise, Charlotte moves forward to inspect the sleeping woman. "Interesting." she says softly, reaching down to inspect the woman "Necromantic energy you say?" she says aloud as she thinks about what that would mean.
medicine: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (15) + 14 = 29
religion: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (5) + 14 = 19
Isabel Rhelian |
Isabel joins Lottie in her examination.
"Do you think it could be..."
Eso Lore: 1d20 + 13 - 2 ⇒ (17) + 13 - 2 = 28
Wesley Vancaskerkin |
Charlotte deduces that the body is in some sort of suspended animation, neither dead nor alive. Isabel confirms that the woman is Runelord Sorshen herself, or at least a perfect facsimile of her!
"A clone," Wesley surmises. "If the real Sorshen were to die, her soul would be transferred to this body, forestalling its departure to the Boneyard. So that means, somewhere, Sorshen still lives..."
Lady Charlotte Plumth |
"Distressing" Charlotte says with a small frown, stepping away from the clone. "Should we attempt to replace the lid to help preserve the body or leave it to the elements?"
Isabel Rhelian |
"Close it." Isabel says. "Sorshen must have had a plan for getting out if she needed to, and there's no need to harm an inanimate clone. So we close it. Do no harm if not required."
Slightly hypocritical coming from an adventurer, but Belle has always been idealistic like that.