Aralee shares with the party what she and Barza have seen in low tones.
She eyes the woman ahead suspiciously. Is her affliction real?
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"Where were these people when the child needed that money for food? They would give to his killer instead? Such a place, Kaer Maga." Aralee tuts disapprovingly. After casting guidance on herself and then Barza, she eyes the crowd sharply and sends Barza to circle the market. (+1 guidance)
"So, today, shall we track down the last cultist? As Zaliana said last night, we should also question Ursula's contact in the Brotherhood."
Aralee nods. The gossip was to be expected, she supposes. Nothing worth repeating. "I will head back to my room at the inn. Ursula, it may be best if you come with me, unless someone knows of better. Between you, me, and Barza, we can set up watch and you can still get a good rest. "Where shall we meet tomorrow? I think we should retrace Barza's steps to where the other cultist might be."
"Is there somewhere more private we could go?" Aralee asks quietly. "I've got a room at an inn if we need it. I fear that word might start to spread." She listens in to the murmurs of the crowd.
Aralee can't help but stare at the bartender's clockwork arms. Fascinating! I wonder if they know about this back home? She munches on a wafer, though it is rather light sustenance by her standards. "You might not be safe," she warns Ursula. "Is there anywhere outside the city you could go? There are cultists yet. Perhaps we could smuggle you out then return to deal with them." She looks questioningly at the others to see how this approach is received.
(greed) Aralee's dwarven penchant for gems draws her attention to the ruby on the dagger, curious as to its worth. Your father gave me such a gem before, her mother's spirit observes. Aralee does not respond; it has been sold, as her mother likely knows. Aralee takes in Rappucini's with a keen eye.
"I will expect seeing enemies all over the city, now," she says ruefully in response to Agnis. "Barza had a bad feeling following the one."
"Let's take the evidence with us if it's not safe here. Maybe there will be some clue in it." Aralee continues to use the wand on whoever needs it as they go about their investigation.
Aralee hurriedly prods her with the wand again to cast the spell and says, "Who are they after?"
Aralee rummages in her pack. "Of course... we are in luck! I traded for this early in the day," she says as she triumphantly pulls out a wand of Cure Light Wounds. She gives Ursula a quick tap to start.
She sends a mental message for Barza to remember his location but start heading back, now that they want to rest up. They can try tracking the cultist later.
Here. Glad you're doing better.
"I have a room at an inn nearby," Aralee says slowly, distracted by the distress she feels coming from her spirit animal. "A little crowded with my wares. "Right now, though, Barza is chasing down the last of the cultists, I believe deep into the underworld. He may be in trouble. Do we want to tie up that loose end first, or shall I call him back?"
Aralee joins Zaliana in checking on Ursula, asking for guidance from Abadar . (+1 guidance)
"Oof!" The wind is knocked out of Aralee for a moment as the force hits her. Her spiritual weapon doesn't miss a beat, but her attempts to aid Lysander falter.
(+1 inspire courage)
I wonder how Barza is getting on in his chase... Aralee thinks, before her brother's voice yells in her head, Don't think of that now! Your inattention is what got us all into this mess! Aralee snaps back to it and continues to wield her spiritual weapon.
Running lower on spells now, she pulls out her trusty cold iron dagger and runs into the fray to help Lysander.
Spiritual Weapon acts on its own once cast and just uses your move actions if you need to move it, AFAIK.
Aralee gives up on her javelin after the first appears to have no effect and redirects her spiritual weapon.
She also chants a hex of Misfortune at the elemental.
Aralee ducks at the onslaught of fire and manages to avoid getting too singed.
She hurls her thorn javelin at the last remaining enemy. (Fort DC 16/sickened) "Who are you?" she calls out.
Aralee hears the sound of the swinging door and sends Barza after it to investigate. She casts Thorn Javelin and moves to stand in the doorway and block any exits; she's not sure anyone else will be able to see what's going on.
Aralee casts Spiritual Weapon. A ghostly longsword appears and flies at one of the enemies (one that hasn't been hit yet).
Barza flies over to guard Agnis.
"In the next chamber!" Aralee whispers to the others after describing what she sees. She and Barza move warily towards it, leading the way.
If the door/wall is stone or metal, Aralee will look through it using her Stone hex and describe what she sees.
Before they go in, Aralee relays to the others what she and Barza have noticed. "Maybe we should check that out. I can send Barza to peek through the keyhole first."
Aralee shudders. "I hope we do not see anything like what we saw on that stage at the college." Now that she has planted that grim thought in her head, she is a little apprehensive to approach. She whispers a quick invocation to Abadar in Dwarven then stops and listens at the door in case of any trouble. (+1 guidance) In the meantime, Barza does a loop around the building to spot what Dwarven eyes might not.
"Business dealings have been my main focus. Tonight was to be the first night I went out. Is that where you plan to look next? We'd better get going." Aralee takes a moment to savour the feeling of being part of a group again. So long has she travelled clanless. Not even Barza's companionship (sometimes more uncomfortable than not) has been able to make up for losing the sense of belonging that home had always given her. Until you ruined it.
Aralee Krtim, dwarf without a clan, is pacing nervously at the entrance, dark eyes darting in all directions. The beads on her braids clank against each other and against what looks like a rocky lump on her shoulder. The lump eventually stirs, revealing itself to be a bird, and takes off into the air with an annoyed caw. "You're making me dizzy," it complains. She stops and focuses on the party as they exit, an anxious frown on her young face. "Is there any news?" she asks, her words heavy with a Dwarven accent. "Poor Miss Dallery..." Well, introduce yourself to these people, prompts her mother's spirit to her. Aralee starts. "Oh! I am Aralee Krtim, travelling merchant and spellcaster." She holds up her hand to shake with the others, being small even for her race. "This is my thrush, Barza." "I'm my own thrush," says Barza, who stares openly at the party with eyes like glittering gemstones. "I was not planning on staying in town long," continues Aralee, ignoring the bird, "but I stayed to catch the performance. Perhaps I may offer my services to solve this terrible crime? Little escapes the notice of Barza and me, and some of the knowledge from my travels could be of assistance." Really, asks her brother Grwal, you're going to leave out the most interesting part? She cedes to his logic and adds, "Sometimes, the Stone even grants me the power to see through walls." Aralee feels a bit guilty taking time out of her search for her father to offer her help here, but he would understand the need to stop this sort of brutality.
Hi, folks! Good to be in :) I read the game thread and was really impressed with it so far, so I'm excited to be playing with everyone. Can't wait to get started? In terms of introducing the character, how shall we go about it? Bump into you guys in the next room while conducting my own pokings-around?
Going to withdraw from consideration. Had a lot more success getting into campaigns than expected, so better to quit while I'm ahead!
Way of the Wicked Players Guide for crime traits, everyone. Here's the aforementioned bloodrager from ellequoi above. Getting married on April 2, so if chosen I would probably not be reachable til around the Wednesday after. |