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Yeah, we're short anyway and now's is probably the best time we'll have to introduce someone new without any friction. That and Amelia and Emre could probably use the morale boost. I know Amelia could.
Amelia looks to Emre with increasing concern as the couple lays out what is going on. Her recent experiences have not been great for building any sort of confidence in their ability to solve this problem. Mush to her shame, she finds herself wondering if they'd be better off taking Oleg and Svetlana's advice and moving on before the bandits come. Her faith calls for her to see justice done, however. She can't abandon these people to lawless bandits, but neither can she agree, at least not without Emre having her say first.
Amelia manages a weak smile at her sister's reassurance. "Is there anything we can do to help," Amelia asks, "After we get cleaned up, I mean."
Amelia follows her sister off the wagon. She's felt strange the past few days, though part of that could be the nightmares haunting her dreams. She wonders if the horror will lessen with time, but after seeing three of her companions cut down in battle here on the frontiers of civilization, she doubts they will. She looks to Emre, at a loss for how to proceed now, and wondering if they would not have been better off staying in Restov or even Absolom. "Maybe I am nothing but a counterfeit," she mutters under her breath before shaking the thought away.
Thanks for the reminder! Got that up to date now.
Something within Amelia broke in the caves. She'd never before considered the cost that might have to be paid by her and her sister to regain the status and prestige they'd lost. She spent the trip to Oleg's wondering if it was worth it, and if perhaps she and Emre wouldn't be better served by heading back to more civilized lands. She almost broaches the subject a few times while they were away from the others, but her courage fails her every time. So it was that when they meet up with Mivan captain, she feels drained and unable to muster her usual charm. "Well met, good sir. I am glad to see that you are in good health."
I've got Amelia updated. I'll post in gameplay later today.
Thanks. I'll have her sheet updated in the next day or two.
Sounds about right to me.
GM, can I respec as a straight sorcerer?
I'm going to ask for a respec. We need some oomph and Amelia's not got the juice needed as is. It probably wouldn't have hurt us with six, but if we're down to four, we're going to need a more traditional party, I think.
Amelia looks at the rope then to the other two survivors. She could try climbing, but she's the weakest and slowest climber, which means she's the logical choice for the last one up if they want to get as many as possible out alive. "Emre! C'mon! Please," she begs her sister.
Well, not every tale ends in a happy ending. I guess we should have tried to run, but I didn't think Amelia would be able to get up the rope fast enough. For that matter, I think that it's a pretty distinct possibility that Antonio is the only one that survives.
Amelia forces the scene before her from her mind, refusing to think about while the battle rages. Clinging to the one thing she can do, she taps into that strange reserve of power she feels and sends another burst of starlight at one of the orcs.
Amelia swallows as she tries to tap into the source of power she realized she had yesterday. A bolt of starlight streaks from her palm and into the leading orc. It explodes in a cloud of brilliant sparks.
"That's the best I can do," she tells the others. "And I can't climb that rope fast enough."
"Do you think it's all of the ones down here," Amelia asks as she takes shelter behind her more martially minded sister.
Amelia nods and begins to pray and channel the divine might of her god towards undoing the chaos the orcs had caused.
Amelia joins the others on the ground a few moments later as the sounds of other closing in echo through the chamber. "Who's hurt? I can heal your wounds before we have to fight again," she says while trying to throttle her welling panic.
Amelia starts to climb down the rope, only to freeze as it begins to sway wildly. After a few tense moments and the rope stops swinging, she begins to move again.
Amelia clings to the rope as it sways with white-knuckled hands as the others scramble down it. With everyone on the floor, she's the last one on the rope, and too far away to help if any of them fall. Despite her fear and every instinct screaming at her to climb up the rope and back to safety, she starts to climb down as carefully as she can.
More of the latter, I fear, but I did get a couple of free meals out of it. Besides I did offer my mom and sister help. :P
"Abadar, The Golden Fist, bless us and guide us as we bring these brigands to justice, so they may face you divine judgement," Amelia calls out from her spot on the rope. Golden light rains down and settles onto her companions as warmth and renewed strength fills them.
Apologies for not posting this weekend. I've been busy and haven't had the energy to put something together. I'll post tomorrow.
Amelia clings to the rope in white-knuckled fear as she waits to hear what is causing them to pause. Her muscles ache from the climb down and she can feel her hands starting to cramp the longer they wait.
Amelia nods as her sister looks at her. Be careful. As her sister descends the rope, Antonio asks about having a way to see. "I have something," she says and starts to fish in her coin purse for a copper. Thinking about light and the prayer involved and the need to make sure it can be passed around easily, she feels something in her mind give way, or restructure itself, or something. It is hard to describe as she pulls out the coin she was looking for and says a brief prayer. Light begins to shine from the coin, and Amelia expected that. What she did not expect is the four motes that flare to life right in front of her eyes causing her to cry out in surprise as she flinches from the sudden brightness. Her eyes water as she blinks away the bright-edged afterimages spangling her vision. "Apparently I have two somethings," she says, intending it to be a joke. Her tone is more resigned as she realizes that something is happening to her. First the small spell during the fight yesterday, now the strange motes of light.
"Is the rope the only way down," Amelia asks nervously.
"I... I don't have anything that could help," Amelia says, feeling useless in this moment as she realizes she has nothing with which to help.
As Amelia thinks, she reaches up for the silver key around her neck. The half finds herself falling into a trance, focusing on the key as it begins to glow. Her eyes narrow, then close. She sees the doors to the chapel, the shadows inside mask the horror of what happened. Then red eyes as something snarls and lunges at her. Her eyes snap open as she stumbles back with a gasp. She reaches out for her sister and grabs her arm to steady herself. "Burn it," she says, "Burn it now, before whatever is in there gets out!"
Amelia starts to say more, but Kunala's return distracts her. Her eyes grow wide at the news of the atrocity in the chapel. It was barbaric, an act of brutality that no civilized people should stand for, much less commit. It takes her a moment to regain her composure. She closes her eyes and takes in a deep breath, seeming more like the young woman they'd met what seems like a lifetime ago in a tavern being handed a mission to escort a caravan. "You should sit down. Then we should clear out the mines. Perhaps that will help put the souls of those who died in there to rest. At least long enough for us to see about getting whatever we can to combat the stench of rot and decay from Sarah Jane so we can lay them to rest."
"Yes, thanks Maff," Amelia agrees before sitting on her heels and reaching out to offer their guardian a pet. Once the others are out of earshot, she looks up at Emre. "Are you alright," she asks her sister.
Before Tacitus can get too far, Amelia casts another spell on him.
"A moment, please," Amelia says before quietly casting a couple of spells.
Same. Better gear would be better than a get out of dead free card.
Okay, so if I am remembering this right, we were to be paid 1000 gp peice to escort the caravan, and we took reincarnating Drektan as our payment instead. Does that mean we get 5000-6000 back?
"I'd have to check my notes, but I can handle the transaction," Amelia says quietly.
Amelia listens and lets the others explain what became of Drektan. She has other things on her mind. Last night with Emre: Amelia watches Emre after Sara heals her remaining wounds. She feels guilty. Guilty for not being able to protect her sister and even more guilty for not being able to heal her fully. As the two of them finish getting ready to sleep, she speaks up. "Emre, I'm... I'm sorry. I couldn't..." She chokes on the words as tears and sobs well up behind them.
Well, we still could investigate the two buildings. I'm fine either way.
"I... I don't want anyone to die," Amelia says, feeling more than a little childish. "If we keep dancing on the edge like this, one of us will. I can't just mend everyone's wounds. I don't have the power left to do that."
Amelia calms down as it becomes clear the fight is over. She feels... strange. During the fight, she'd done something unusual, and it bothers her that she can't think of what it was or why she'd been able to do it when her divine connection was spent. It is a concern for later she decides as she looks to Maff and tries not to let her inability to help upset her. "I can't heal him. We should probably leave with the wagons and come back tomorrow when we are better able to fight, and hope that they don't find a way out while we recover."
Amelia isn't given any time to contemplate her new abilities before Emre is once again pressed by an orc. The young woman runs up to her sister and lays her hands on her, channeling a spark of the divine into the inquisitor.
Amelia yelps as one of the orcs comes out of the door towards Tacitus and Emre. She scrambles back, holding up her hands in a feeble defense. Her mind blanks as she panics. Then, streaking down from just above the orc's head come scores of tiny, white-flamed shards of aether stuff as her hands glow with starlight.
Amelia backs away from the door and clears any potential lines of retreat as the others take the fight to the orcs.
Seeing things starting to happen quickly, Amelia steps up beside Kunala and says a brief prayer to Abadar for guidance while touching him on the shoulder.
Amelia, knowing her strength isn't in combat, casts guidance on her sister before she can join the others.
"Do we think we can take them," Amelia asks the others once the situation is made clear.
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