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FYI, I asked GM permission to reroll. Personally think that its kinda churlish to go off on a roaring rampage of revenge. It won't bring back the dead, afterall. For someone who moved with Varaso and his family, I see no reason not to stay with him for as long as he needs to recover.
"No. My place is here. I cannot leave Varaso his time of need. How could I, after failing him not once, but twice?" , with anguish in his voice. "I would join you, but only after I tend to business here. I would not leave my old friend to bury his daughter alone," he says sadly. "Alledueces, you were the one who encouraged us when hope seemed lost. Lorthenlien, you were the one who struck the cultist with the killing blow."He pauses for a moment. "You are all more then the sum of your parts. Believe in yourselves." "Here, take this. It'll help in your quest." He hands over his wand of CLW to Nhilune. GM only: I'll track wand uses, subtract the necessary.
"With luck, the disease is not contagious. Anyway it appears magical in nature, so the only way to get rid of it would be to deal with the source of the disease. I can only help you this much." He uses his wand to heal the worst of the wounds.
"Good luck, and may you find a way to end the plague swiftly. Our lives depend on your success." The look on his face is uncharacteristically grim, as if there was a part that had not been said. Before its too late...
Bahram finds a blanket to wrap Basila's body up completely. How am I going to keep this from Varaso? "My place ia here. The rest of you, go and find the cure. I have matters to attend to,"he says as he looks sadly at the blanket covered body.
Bahram is filled with horror and despair as Basila reanimates and comes after them. At least Varaso isn't here to see this...how am I going to tell him that his daughter rose as undead?
"I'm so sorry, Bassie. But you shouldn't be here." Bahram states, his hand glowing with white light.
"Try to leave the body intact. We still need to bury her. " He informs the rest of his companions.
Bahram sniffs the herb mess appreciatively. "You might want to add some echindea to the mix. Helps stave off illness. I could use a dose for Varaso, when he wakes."
Bahram examines the rashes. He hasn't had much experience with diseases spread by thrown vials. "Nihlune, a second opinion on this?"
The vulture headed idol catches his eye. He walks over, turns the amulet over a few times, feeling like crushing it beneath his feet for the suffering it had caused them. No, it would not serve. There is something greater at stake. He begins to speak, if somewhat hestitantly, as if recalling something he came across a long time ago. "We came across the vulture before. The flayed bodies of young children, dumped in a nearby heap. A madman dancing over his latest victim on the bloody altar. He wore the vulture. The cult of Maramaga, Daughter of Urgathoa. They practice blood sacrifice for their cruel goddess, favoring the old and the children." His eyes are distant, as if he is stil lost in the realms of memory. "We put an end to the madman. We thought we removed the evil, but alas, evil is like a hydra. For each head you cut off, another two grow back."His shoulders sag. "If the cult has established a foothold in the city, then Cassomir is in danger." "My place is here. I will not leave him when he needs me.Go forth and put an end to the cult, before the gutters flow with the blood of the sacrifices." He returns the amulet to Alledueces.
Bahram lays out Basila's body, such that unless one noted the gray colour of her skin, she almost appeared as if she was asleep. It was the least he could do, after failing that badly. GM: I'd like to do the following - I have a healers kit with me at the moment. Mix up a sleeping draught, convince Varaso to take it, so at least he can sleep it over. And empty his room of any sharp/dangerous objects. A night may make the emotions less raw. I would also like to remain behind in the inn to keep an eye on Varaso, for as long as it takes to get into a more stable frame of mind, handle the funeral, etc. I understand this may be in NPC territory, and if need be, I will reroll a new character. Please inform me if I need to do so. Reasoning: Revenge won't bring back the dead. The best you can do is to pick up the pieces that remain.
"Bassie...please.."Bahram checks Basila's vitals. He didn't want to believe that she was gone, just like that, but the physician in him knew better. She was gone. Tears streaming down his face, he holds her one last time. "I failed to protect you...I wasn't there when you needed me...I'm so sorry..." He could remember her toddling into the shop, such a cheerful little sprite, then maturing into a beautiful young woman. Nothing had made him happier to see her grow up. And now all he had were memories and a gaping hole in his heart.
Bahram rushes over, as fast as he can. He could still hear Bassie's last cry echoing in his ears. Bassie's gone? No...it couldn't be. Surely the world wouldn't be so cruel? He looks at Nhilune imploring. Is there any hope?
Ok pretty please? Id flutter eyelashes, but I think its going to get weird, considering I'm male and half orc. If we aren't going to be rolling above 10, this could be one long fight, considering clerics have medium armor. Options are this: A)We attempt to drop that cleric ASAP/stop her from channeling.
We tried option A - barring crits, I think she will get 1-3 more channels out. I have the option of heading over(which I probably will - I'll need two turns to get there), or remaining where I am to attack the cleric. If you can think of any other ways things could go - I'm all ears.
We need to move them both out of the channel zone, Nhilune - if its not too late - heal Bassie to buy time.
I've moved us both. Changed my mind regarding melee scrummage, negative energy is fairly serious business, especially if Varaso and Bassie are caught in it.
Bahram takes the worst of the blast, unfazed. He looks in the direction of Varaso and Basila, worried on how they might be after the blast of dark energies. Part of him wants to check on them. She'll kill us all if she isn't stopped. He thinks. "Nhilune, help me check if Varaso and Bassie are all right," as he wades in with his quarterstaff.
K thanks. Looks a like a proper melee scrumage, I think I'll sit this one out. You guys got this handled, right?
Lothenlieth - could you please state your position(squares if you can't move your token), so I can see if there's space to squeeze into the melee mess?
5th ed it works differently, I believe. I've never played a wizard in 5th ed though...
Sleep is a full round action. Won't take place till next turn. The effects of colourspray though, are immediate.
"Laranial, please help me keep them safe."Bahram sees his chance possibly disrupt whatever the priestess is doing. He moves in front of Lothenlieth.
At least Laranial will stop that reptilian humanoid... He pulls out some coloured sand from a pouch in his belt and throws it at the two men and the priestess."Stop there right now!" he yells as them as the sand becomes a rainbow coloured cone.
"Urgh, what was that?" as he breaths in the foul miasma of the glass vial, and feels considerably weakened. "Don't let her get another shot!" as he pulls himself out of the chair with the aid of his quarterstaff and hobbles towards the cultists."Varaso, get Bassie into the kitchen before all hell breaks loose."
We're assumed to be seated, move action to get off seats, correct?
"Watering is one thing. It just saves me trouble with a bucket. Eh...detecting magic is just like smelling cinnamon. You give a good sniff. But imagine. Herbs sorting themselves out. Thats like. Wow," he gushes. "Which one? Larnarial?" he looks at Lanarial. "Oh, he's someone I've helped from a long time back." "Or did you mean the other one?" he looks at Lothenlieth. "No, I don't know him. Why don't you ask them both over? They might know something about people going missing at night. Get Amigail as well if she isn't too busy."
"Did you see that?" he tells Nhilune and Alledueces. Bahram points at the dish rag doing the polishing by itself. "That is so cool. Imagine if the herbs could sort themselves into the right cabinets without me doing anything. That would be awesome!"
I like your coordinate plan. More often then not I'm posting from cell, can't move token. Though for combat and occasional absences, might be good to bot. There can be good reason to be AWOL, when a hurricane cuts off power/paizo site down at odd hours for maintenance/occasionally RL bites you in the @ss. Id say if we don't hear from missing player in a week(without notice given), we start looking for replacement.
Bahram looks into Alledueces's empty mug, sniffs it some and gives Alledueces a midly disapproving look. "I hope this is going to be your only mug tonight?" as he raises an eyebrow.
"Sorry Nihlune. We're a little excitable. Feel free to cut in anytime." he continues sheepishly. He tucks into his stew and wolfs it down, as if he hasn't eaten the entire day. Well, some days, the work eats you."Good stuff," he says between mouthfuls."You ought to try some. Should fill you up abit. as he grins at Nilhune. "Well, Alledueces, there was no way you could have known about Amigail's father. You can only make plans on what you know off." He replies. "Besides, life's like that, full of oopsies. You learn from it. Might want to find a good time to tell her you're sorry. " "Alledueces - what have you heard about the going-ons in the city? I know sailors talk a lot after they have a round or two."
Bahram notices Hifflo looking at Basila, and he keeps a jaundiced eye out on him. If that Hifflo guy comes to my shop, he'd better watch out. When Varaso slams the table, he does not jump, though it catches his attention. "Nilhune, relax. You're in the city, among friends. None of us would let them hurt you. We're just noisy in the city. Not exactly a bad thing, just different." He tries to calm her down. "Though the part about people dissappearing at night..I don't know, Nilhune. There are things happening in the city, not all of them good," he mutters. Bahram gets a pot of chamomile tea and two cups, and brings Nilhune to Alledueces. He pours a cup for himself and Nilhune. Maybe they could all drink tea and relax...or maybe he could speak to his best ears around the city and then they'd REALLY need that pot of tea.
"Well, he came together with Bassie to my shop play when he was just a wee lil bit. And boy did he ask so many questions about all the things in my shop. So I taught him what I could, and was hoping that I could find a way to bring you two together so you could fill in the gaps. He's really handy with his hands and helps me keep my wooden cabinets in good shape!" Bahram proudly brags about Alledueces good qualities.
He looks visibly pained as he speaks regretfully of his failure to save Vasaro's wife and son, as he watched them slip out of his hands.
Bahram claps enthusiastically. "Bassie, wasn't the song about Amigail?" Bahram asks, puzzled. He sees someone he faintly remembers from long ago, and hobbles over to the bar. "Lanarial? How's things going with you after they left us all at Zimir? I heard you went out to sea?"
Oooh large party! So many things to do!
Bahram spots Nhilune waving at him. "Ah there you are, Nhilune! Have you decided to give up the forest for the soft beds and fine foods of the city?" His eyes crinkling with amusement, being a long standing joke between them both, and his usual greeting to her. "Come. I must introduce you to my student. Very smart he is." He all but nearly drags Nhilune out of her chair in his enthusiasm. Finally, a chance for Alledueces and Nhilune to meet each other! Maybe she could teach him what he could not... He introduces the pair. "Alledueces, this is Nhilune. She comes from the Verudan forest and is a little shy. She's my best supplier and knows a lot about plants. More then I do." He turns to Nhilune and continues, "Nhilune, this is my student, Alledueces. He is very clever. He learnt in a day the properties of the cat's claw, elderberries and verbena, when it took me three, " he announces proudly.
"Alledueces, is anything wrong?" You hear a voice come from the doorway, as a middle aged half orc with his hair balding and greying limp into the tavern. On hearing Alledueces reply, he nods, "Oh, you don't need to feel shy about singing about people in front of you. Amigail is a good woman, worthy of the best song," and beams at Amigail. He limps over to her table. "I'm Bahram. Herbalist next door." He holds out his hand for her to shake. "I haven't thanked you yet for looking out for my little Bassie. I worry about people being mean to her, but I can't be keeping an eye on her all the time. She's all grown up now." He notices her worried expression, "Any friend of Bassie is a friend of mine. If there's anything I can help with, I will." He then takes a seat near Alledueces to watch him perform. "Varaso, I'm paying for food and drinks for Amigail and her watchman guests. An apple cider for me."
132 lbs after taking away 10 sling bullets, well within medium load (133 lbs is the max for medium load). Heavy is a maximum of 200 lbs ;)
I've added into my background story connections for Lanarial(short one - since I'm assuming that you went off to the nearest port the moment all 3 of us were dropped off at Zimar?), Nhilune and Alleduces. Feel free to read through and see if I got anything wrong. Also, I'm packing that wand of CLW. I'm not going to be buying much in the name of exotic items (due to not being intellectually able to think about it). And also, another part about my curse:
It means, that for the first time in my life, I don't ever have to worry about encumbrance, which is freakin awesome(otherwise I get really anal about counting weight and encumbrance). The only thing I would stand to lose is ACP(which doesn't apply to weapon attack rolls), and my dex bonus (I have none). That means I could carry like..anything you could possibly all want to buy and not come out worse for it, except for getting sneak attacked by rogues without needing to be flanked. Which is, really situational, and I wouldn't bother too much about it.
Actually...Uh I mistook you for the bard from the other table. Alledueces - how do you feel if someone lets you play around in his shop, sniffie is fine, but no touchie. How you feel about it is probably how Bahram would interact with you. If you were good:
If you were quite good around the shop, then you'd be known as Basila's friend, and that sweet halfling that helps around the shop. If you were bad:
i.e if you were fooling around in the shop, then you'd have gotten the boot, and been yelled at for being a scamp.
Either way is fine by me ;)
Dotting for now, I can see myself buying herbs from you, Nhilune. Chances are I would know Alledueces and Larnarial from my Blade of the Dawnflower days. I am in the process of fixing my character, this might take a while. Also, please try to use simple words around me(once in game), else I might not understand. I get the impression that Bahram, being a healer, would rather that you don't spill bucket loads of blood on the street, unless those people in question would have caused more harm, had they not been stopped. Drinking less is a good thing actually. Do you know what alcohol does to your liver? I live on the other side of the world, so my posting times may be slightly different. Like it's nearly noon at the time of my current post now. Background: Bahram was a former blade of the Dawnflower, but after he took a blow to his head trying to free Varaso from the gnoll slavers, leaving him with addled wits and a permanent limp, he was left in Zimir with Varaso. When he bemoaned that his life was over, the healers told him he could still start his life anew by picking up a new trade, and there was always a shortage of healers around. He picked up what he could from them, then with Varaso's help, set up a herbalists shop in Zimar. He has been a family friend of Varaso for many years, and Basila looks at him as her uncle(his shop was her playground when she was younger). Bahram's greatest regret is that he failed to save Varaso's wife 12 years ago. He could only watched helplessly as she slipped away from this world, despite his best efforts. Varaso, the good hearted man he was, never blamed him, but still he blamed himself for being unable to save her and her unborn child. When Varaso moved to Casomir, he moved along with his old friend.
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