Alkabah dispenses it's supreme skills of tending to multiple wounded with magical mending before everyone disperses.
At the Vynoren Estate the Conrasu is unsure of the precautions being taken, "This one suspects that perhaps someone wished to frame the diplomat. Perhaps one who does not see eye to eye with them, though without sufficient evidence this is a bold and unfounded claim. So it would do well to search as best we can. Though this one is no friend of espionage nor dragging revelations out of individuals."
Several motions play over Alkabah's many hands, "Defiant as you are the cloying darkness shall be banished from these lands. Idari press your attack well."
Idari heal 48 from a 2 action Heal font
The Conrasu continues to hold the implement of it's faith overhead.
Alkabah's symbol of faith in the goddess creates a barrier of safety for the Conrasu allowing it to be unscathed by the foul blizzard.
"Unseen is the hand that guides, but all feel it's inexorable pull."
A ghostly force seems to reach out from the cleric and tug forcefully at the masked leader's very spirit.
Rip the Spirit(2 action lvl6) negative damage(dc 30fort):12d6 ⇒ (1, 5, 1, 1, 3, 3, 4, 5, 2, 6, 4, 6) = 41
fort save for half, also spend my third action to raise my symbol again
Alkabah quickly swivels to see the intruders, and rises ever so slightly folding it's hands into the many holy positions it typically holds, raising the holy symbol of Findeladlara into the air above it which shines as a holy beacon in this apparently sanctified place.
"You dare to interrupt a sacred rite! Repent for your defilement cur!"
The Conrasu rattles off esoteric aeonic language before a conflagration of holy fire descends from above and immolates the unlucky assassins.
Divine Immolation(dc 30 reflex) Fire, persistent fire:6d6 ⇒ (2, 5, 5, 3, 4, 1) = 202d6 ⇒ (2, 2) = 4 If spirit damage would be more detrimental(gm determination) then all the damage is that type instead of fire
Alkabah really doesn't understand how everyone can settle into parties and celebrations when the threat of a long lasting war is sitting on their proverbial doorsteps. However the Conrasu does trail around the celebration site to see and hear about the history of the area.
Alkabah hadn't partaken in the games of archery, having not trained in the martial forms, and a boe being quite unsuited to it's body type. But the nature of the tea leaves presented were of great interest to the Conrasu. Less enamoured by the flavor but more on the delicate selection and mixture of the blend. As such Alkabah made small talk on that subject distracting from the seriousness of the war effort to try and remind the representative of what they were all standing for.
Alkabah had paid attention during the sermon and sits now in the delegation room pondering some things about the new information.
"This one understands that you are willing to use the resources of your faith to aid the cause, but are not willing to submit manpower to the effort. However it must ask how long do you think the transfer of funds will escape the eye of the Tyrant? When it's forces begin to struggle do you believe the tyrant will not simply take your dead by force to fuel the ever expanding machinations of it's will? This one foresees a time where the Razmiran people will be forced to abandon their faith and worship the tyrant instead should events play out poorly for the alliance."
Alkabah decides after dinner that most of the events are not for it, and decides to tour the garden. In the evening light, small buds that seem to be made of moonlight begin to grow over Alkabah's body which the Conrasu pays no mind. It does begin making idle conversation with the newest face of Alzarius during the walk hoping not to bore the figure with ramblings of the various faiths of the assembled groups, how they might work together, how some even share some tenets, even if only by virtue of looking at them very loosely.
"Hmm more parties.. is this what you all do most often? I believed we were to only be discussing terms during our stay here." Diplomacy:1d20 + 13 ⇒ (7) + 13 = 20
The Conrasu wanders about the party but doesn't make much of an impression or attempt to join in the merriment.
"The nation of Lastwall and her survivors are invaluable assets within this battle against the tyrant. When we succeed, and we shall, in defeating the forces of our foe and cleansing the land of any undead that remain it should be noted that this one shall rally for all support to aid in the rebuilding of the works of the land."
Ever the being of habit, Alkabah watches and examines the General of Lastwall's forces for any signs of what he'd wish to go over more than anything else.
"This one believes it has been a pleasure, would we be able to confer on your final offer of signature before the end of our talks or would you request that the choice is made here and now?"
Alkabah doesn't seem to know weather feelings would sour would play into the fact, but it would rather have at least one dignitary fully on board with the pact before trying for any silly trade deals.
"Seeketh not quick ways to riches is not the path we should seek. Though reaching enlightenment by personal wealth is valuable, were we all to fall to the Tyrant's grasp would not all those riches go to waste? This one and those in attendance are welcome to your understanding and willingness to move from your original pricing, however it must be stated that if any of our nations fall then it will be less beneficial to the continued prosperity of your nation."
Alkabah waits in the private bath for a time, and applies the cheaper of the balms. Neither of them are exceptionally good for it's frame, but knowing some of the Kalistrade faith the Conrasu understands that some mild personal prettiness will aid before none.
Folding it's multiple hands together across the table Alkabah intones with a refreshing air of pleasantness to be in the company of another member of a faith alongside one of his own. The room feeling just a tad bit less empty than it usually is when it is just those of the faith of the guiding hand. But these busi ess terms seem to speak that Chalzo may indeed need some guidance back to the pathway that Kalistrade once walked.
religion:1d20 + 22 ⇒ (5) + 22 = 27 Paiz-bot really hates me this month
However the Conrasu seems to just chime away in it's alien tongue mindlessly for a good while, musing on the teachings of both Kalistrade and Findeladlara respectively. Which equates to a whole lot of no progress. But it doesn't make bad background sound to the other's discussions.
"It seems that this one is uninformed in the going ons of the lands around Kyonin. Please we are all here as allies, could you describe the nature of what truely worries you more General?"
Alkabah continues to rest while the others engage in diplomacy. They are far more well versed in the ways of societal dealings, and war talks than it is. But observation is one of the things that the pong lived Conrasu found to be their strong suit.
"We would be grateful to aid your newly formed order, the tasks of our two nations align in this cause."
Perception(DC30):1d20 + 20 ⇒ (7) + 20 = 27 "This one is humbled by the presence of one who has faced the Tyrant directly, may you find peace during your stay here."
Perception(DC30):1d20 + 20 ⇒ (1) + 20 = 21
Alkabah has a short moment where it ponders the meaning of having no desire to return to the old ways, that seems almost anathema to the ways of it's patron. "We all have many arduous tasks to endure. These tasks are the tests which prove we are worthy of moving forward."
As the leshy finishes reading the queen's letter, each natoin is invite to introduce themselves. The first to speak is Kyonin’s southeastern neighbor, Druma. "I am Chalzo Rove, Prophet of Kalistrade. Many here know me from my ongoing campaign against pirates on Lake Encarthan. Faced with the Whispering Tyrant’s threat, I pledge that Druma will do all in its power to stand against him."
She approaches the central table to sign the declaration of intent to negotiate in good faith. She gives you an appraising look. "I must compliment your heroics on Lantana Beach. Tell me, who are your tailors? Who made the armor and clothing you wear? I can connect you to some of the finest tailors and smiths in all of Avistan, if you are interested."
Perception(DC30):1d20 + 20 ⇒ (6) + 20 = 26
"A pleasure to meet you Delegate Chalzo, [b]"It is a shame to hear that you have other forces drawing your attention away from the matter at hand." The Conrasu bends ever so slightly and the orb making up itself flickers woefully for a few moments. "This one is sorry for the losses you have had to suffer, and wishes to inform you that we will discuss well how we may assist. Though to answer your question, this one's robes were crafted with handed-down techniques of the Findeladlaran clergy and thrice blessed to hone my connection with her soft light."
DM Brainiac wrote:
Wearing full military dress, the representative from Molthune is infamous General Lord Walder Resket. He rises and clears his throat. "As you surely know, Molthune has been at war for many years now, but this has only hardened our nation's resolve and strengthened the power of its navy. The Whispering Tyrant has yet to field any ships that Molthune's navy cannot handle."
As he talks, he clearly turns to speak to every representative, except to the one from Nirmathas. The general formally approaches the central table at the end of his introduction to sign the declaration of intent with practiced ceremony. "Your victory at Lantana Beach was exemplary," he says. "The way you destroyed those shadows before they even drew near land was a grand strategy, as well as taking the graveknight's draconic mount out from under him before laying him low. I look forward to speaking with you more forthwith."
Perception(DC30):1d20 + 20 ⇒ (2) + 20 = 22
"Those whom death has already embraced once are easy to send back to the sea of souls once more, their tenuous grasp on this world perpetually slipping ever further from them. We had only done what we must to protect those who were to aid in doing the work of destroying the foul barges."
Taking the time to bask in the sun-filled garden as the others eat, small budding flowers show on the Conrasu's wooden body and it seems to enjoy just relaxing in the sun while they go over the details of the various articles.
"This one is known as Alkabah, it is pleasing to make your acquaintance. During our battle I hoped to channel the guiding, protective, and healing powers of Findeladlara's divinity. The goddess in all her magnificence smiled upon us that day, and through her as well as the strength of arms of this one's companions, we all were allowed to 'taste' victory."
Offering a tiny prayer since it invoked her, Alkabah continues shortly after. "There sat upon a dreadful fel wyrm a once proud knight that led the bulk of the force, disposing of him seemed to rob them of most of their strength to make landfall. As such this one suspects that the Tyrant's power is still in a state of Waxing, and as such must employ generals as conduits for the grand fel energies required to lead such massive charges. At least for now, so if we may in the future be able to capitalize on taking out key targets on a front, the lines may fair better."
Unsure of exactly how to 'do' parties such as this, Alkabah sricks close to it's fellow Findeladlaraian. Though it lacks the same form it has woven the fine outfit given into it's frame featured as many draping tapestries instead of fancy robes.
"Why yes this one does believe that the group is blessed, watched upon by the stars themselves. This one is unsure of where our journey will take us, but it believes that we shall continue to do good to protect the realm. Preservation of this great nation would honor the goddess greatly. The tyrant will not continue to take of we are to have anything to say about it. No tyrant shall hold power here in fact."
Folding many of it's limbs and offering two to grasp Alkabah intones quietly. "I would be honored to share in the ceremonies so long as they honor tradition. We must look toward the future as well to protect the hearths we hold dear. This will not be an isolated event i foretell."
"May all those who fell find peace in the embrace of the sea of souls."
Wasting no time after the dragon and rider are dealt with Alkabah begins knitting and soothing the group by various means of magic. A gentle breeze begins blowing across the area carrying the fallen knights ashes into the wind, the water, and lands far beyond to nourish the world he briefly ravaged. As the day or rather night seems won, the conrasu begins emitting a faint but pleasant light wherein wisps seem to gather and dance causing pain to ebb away from the living
Gentle breeze level 2 everyone who stays in the 40ft burst regains 10hp, a 3 action heal, and then 1 minute of cloak of light giving everyone a combined total of 161 HP over the course of 1 minute and 6 seconds and then an additional 10 at the end of 10 minutes
fort:1d20 + 19 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 19 + 2 = 24 Everyone within 20feet of Alkabah gets +2 circ bonus to the save against the breath weapon, unfortunately i fail still XD
stride and cast Fly 4th rank on Idari
Alkabah whines a warning to everyone once again giving them precious moments to avoid the attack, before moving to Idari and saying a short prayer. "Take flight amongst the night and cut down this blasphemous knight."
The harsh light that erupted from the Conrasu's shell darkens and softens, as bulbs of radiance begin to bud from it's wooden form quickly maturing into fully grown open flowers that share the beautiful blue-white glow of the moon.
Everyone feels a wave of relief sup the pain from their wounds.
Will(Fear):1d20 + 23 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 23 + 1 = 36 Fort(Poison):1d20 + 19 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 19 + 1 = 31 Reflex(Cold):1d20 + 20 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 20 + 1 = 30 Success bump to crit success, save for 16 poison, save for 20 cold, ↩️Premonition of Avoidance(Shared) +2 circumstance bonus to the Reflex save for everyone within 20ft of Alkabah.
Just before the Dragon and unholy rider swoop in and prepare to unleash their foul judgement against the party Alkabah's shell seems to resonate ominously. It takes the Conrasu a few more moments to react and call for everyone to brace themselves. "Beware the fridged cold my companions!"
After weathering the blow Alkabah lifts one of it's limbs holding aloft the the divine symbol of Findeladlara, preaching rather pointedly at the knight atop the dragon.
Elven"She gazed down to see the blasphemous trespassers and spoke thus. "Seek not the destruction of ancient ways and tradition. Atone for that which you have brought to an end, cease your destruction, rekindle the hearth flames that once burned, the pristine arches that once lead to places grand. Leave never to return else suffer the wrath of my children."
Attempt a Religion check against the Will DC of a foe within 30 feet. The foe is then temporarily immune to Battle Prayers from your deity for 1 day.
Critical Success You deal 2d6 damage of the chosen alignment type, or 6d6 damage if you have legendary proficiency in Religion.
Success You deal 1d6 damage of the chosen alignment type, or 3d6 damage if you have legendary proficiency in Religion.
Failure There is no effect.
Critical Failure The backlash of your foe’s will against your prayer prevents you from using Battle Prayer again for 10 minutes.
Issuing forth from the divine implement is a wave of holy energy against the knight. And then Alkabah's form ripples with brilliant divine energy building in the central orb that makes up it's true self. That energy passes up it's limbs and to the holy symbol causing a beam of starlight to erupt towards the dragon and rider stopping just short coalescing into a small luminous sphere for mere seconds before exploding in a flash of divine fire.
◆ ◆ Divine Immolation(Reflex DC30), Fire, Persistant fire:6d6 ⇒ (4, 6, 2, 1, 4, 1) = 182d6 ⇒ (1, 6) = 7 Divine Immolation
Basically if spirit damage would be more harmful to the targets they take spirit instead of fire damage. None on crit save, half with no persistant on save, normal and pers on fail, and double of both on crit fail
"Beneficent starlight guide these shades to their resting place, peaceful and bright."
The conrasu's hands fold and weave into more complex shapes while the main pair form a sort of triangle causing a beam of divine concentrated starlight to arc forth towards one of the closer shades.
Alkabah gazes deep over the waters and begins folding it's many hands ceremoniously, while three hands pull out various oils. Sprinkling them with quick flicks that leave sweat smelling droplets on the faces of many nearby.
"We cleanse the foul,
Undeath shall not touch us here,
Fear not the dread shade."
A large burst emanates from the ground as starry patterns of protection begin to dot the ground surrounding the crews and any allies within 30 feet of the Cleric.
"Take care these shades shall sap your strength and leave you wanting, but upon holy ground you tread and they shall face hardship to harm you."
Anointed Ground:
All creatures in the area gain a +1 status bonus to AC, attack rolls, damage rolls, and saving throws against the chosen creatures(Undead). I spend 3 gold of my 11 remaining from start XD
"Thank you for your praise. I shall continue to make improvements where necessary. I am unsure how it may be improved with local ingredients. As you know this one lacks the ability to taste, and that seems to be a great portion of the appeal for many like yourself."
Alkabah shuffles back over to Raneshi and gentle places the staff on the ground before taking the offered half of the morsel. "Delighted to share with you Raneshi." Lifting the half of waffles to it's core the dish quickly disappears into the void-like sphere that makes up it's true self. "May we succeed in aiding our fellows in the defense of these sacred lands."
Looking around the Conrasu surveys the area.
Roughly how far apart are two of the crews we're meant to defend, able to fit in a 30ft burst maybe?
Daily prep: 3 servings of Cooperation waffles(eaten soon by party), 1 cinnamon seers, 1 preserved Moonflower
Leftovers(preserved food unused from the day before):1 Preserved Moonflower, 1 Phantom roll, 1 Rainbow Vinegar
The not so subtle shuffling of supple wood, wrapped chimes, and various trinkets woven into the many interlocking branches that make up it's hull herald the arrival of Alkabah. The strangely grown Conrasu approaching the group, unfolding three of the many vaguely hand shaped appendages, many solidified into various symbols of prayer, from it's core. Pinched by the tendrily fingers are delicately wrapped meals.
"This one has brought you all the promised sustenance that shall promote your success in the upcoming engagement. Though this one recognizes that this food is more suited to a different time of day."
Unwrapping the parcels reveals large stacks of waffles prepared in the elven style, infused with nuts, berries, and seeds of various plants, and topped with a light paste-like syrup made from mixing honey and powdered sugar cane.
3 servings of Cooperation Waffles(greater) meaning we should have enough for everyone to pair off with someone. They provide you with an additional +1 bonus when you follow the expert or aid your partner and each person can only be tied to one other person I leave team picking to you all.
Once the meals are deposited to the group, Alkabah folds it's good hands into several varying signs of prayer and offers thanks to Findeladlara.
"True Faith and Starlight,
Light the path to Victory,
Begone servants foul."
The void dark orb that makes up Alkabah's core twinkles with faint pinpricks of light, as the hands at it's current 'top' orientation clap together softly. Those same lights vaguely share the patterning of a draconic constellation.
"This one finds joy that Speaker Idari has allowed us to serve, may the goddesses blessings preserve us and our wonderous work. For I am but a locus of her splendiferous will."
Clasping pulling a staff from a pouch, embedded in it's twisted frame, too small to fit such a thing. Alkabah dedicates two of it's limbs to holding the scepter, which seems to be all it can manage without losing it's stability while in motion. By which it waddles around using the arms located at the base of it's current orientation as a tangle of legs. Though you have seen the conrasu choose to roll, as a wheel does on a wagon, in times of desperation.
Though lacking clothes, the conrasu sports many adornments twisted and tucked into it's frame giving it some mockery of decency including a bundle of robes that when examined closely have the iconagraphy of Findeladlara.
"Where might this one be needed most companions of most faithful?"
