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Caelian looked over at the arrogant human and smiled crookedly. "Surely there is more you can offer good sir if we are to provide protection in such a dangerous location whilst you stand behind us and contribute little else. You don't want to be left behind now, do you?"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (3) + 18 = 21

Next he looked down at the wizard and cocked an eyebrow at the blind man trying to take command from while sitting in the dust. "You want someone to carry you along? Can you make the kind of offer as our human friend over here?"

Caelian rolled his eyes at the sudden circus as his form shimmered and was replaced with the large white tiger. The tiger ran past the human noble with a contemptuous flick of his tail before jumping onto the rockpile and scaling up higher and higher with relative ease. When Caelian came near the blinded elf the large cat simply clamped down on the neck of the elf's robes with his mouth and lifted him high enough off the rocks that he could carry him down carefully, jumping from rock to rock before landing near the woman and depositing the elf on the ground.

Climb Up: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14
Climb Down: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18

Almost immediately the tiger shifted back into the tall elf and began pulling potions out of his pack. In elven Caelian spoke to the blinded elf "I'm going to hand you a potion now. I can't heal your eyes but I can make it so you can at least walk and defend yourself.

Cure Light, 1d8+1

Caelian held up the now empty potion vial and wiggled it. "Not anymore." he said with a snort. He let his hand fall back down and just stared up at the ceiling. "The dragon is dead. The Lord of Locusts has come for us again, once again my heart is dragged further and further away and the soul of the faithful cry out in rage. When will it stop? When we will have vengeance for all of the fallen, for the desecration of our holy places? When WILL IT STOP!?!"

He sat up quickly before standing and throwing the empty potion vial at the rubble in a fit of rage. "When!? When will we stop having to run and hide!?"

Caelian had been just starting to enjoy the festival of the light seekers when the unmistakable stench of demons almost overwhelmed him and sent him reeling for a second before the screaming began. Before he could regain his balance there had been a thunderous explosion that had knocked him to the ground which began to vibrate before opening up under his hands. The last thing he remembered were the shining silver eyes of the great Terendelev locking on his as the balor's blade came sweeping down at her neck.

With a start the elf woke up and instantly felt what seemed like hundreds of pounds crushing him down. His heart began to pound as he realized he was buried under the rubble and very close to suffocating to death. Caelian grunted and pushed with all of his might to try and dislodge something as even a tiny shift might open up a pathway for air to find him. When he could not move even an inch terror began to creep in from the edges and suddenly he was fighting a very different battle as a deep growl erupted from his throat, loud enough that anyone searching would hear what sounded like an animal beneath their feet, a very pissed off animal.

With a roar a large white tiger clawed it's way free and exploded from the rubble moments later, flying right over Arlena and showering her with dust and small tones. The tiger flew clear of the rubble underfoot before skidding to a halt and spinning around rapidly with a savage growl, looking for any threats that needed to killed right effing now. When nothing presented itself for clawing the tiger shook it's head as light gathered around it and the great cat turned into a ragged looking white haired elf kneeling on the ground. With a groan Caelian thumbed a vial from his belt and downed the minty drink before collapsing on his back as the healing energies did their work. Happy to just be able to breath clearly he closed his eyes on the ground and just breathed deeply, letting out all of the stress.

Caelian lounged against the wall of one of the citys' taverns with a meatbun in his hand and watched the growing crowd of faithful press in towards the grand cathedral of Iomadae. His golden eyes scanned over the mass of usually shorter people and tried to look for anything that would reveal hidden motives. As he took another bite of the steamy meat stuffed bun he tried not to gag at the overwhelming smell of people as they pressed in closer and closer, laughing and smiling in religious ecstasy.

Finally the rail thin elf stepped out into the crowd and slid forward with smooth movements, dodging between people. Many people turned to look as the extremely tall elf moved easily between them with eyes scanning back and forth, his instincts on high alert for...something out of the ordinary.

"With this rabble a dragon could hide easily." Caelian thought to himself with disgust as he readjusted the bandolier that hung across his chest filled with many thin vials of potions. Several small bags filled with herbs and seeds were scattered all over his body, attached to belt and bandolier or stored in the numerous pockets he had inside his robe. A large sack hung from his hip and was secured to a strap that hung from one shoulder and held various tools and gear that the elf had long ago accepted as necessary for simply traveling through the fortress city.

He was finally forced to stop when the press of people became too much and he recognized several faces in the crowd. Names escape him at the moment but he recognized the young paladin with the huge shield strapped to her back and the woman next to her looked vaguely familiar.

Perception: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (12) + 11 = 23

A moment later his sharp elven eyes pierced through the makeup and headdress and he recognized the tiefling woman who had come into his shop last week and bought a healing potion. Whispers had slipped to him from the numerous plants in his shop as she had quietly left and he wondered what about her intrigued the Green so much.

Caelian would wake before most of the others staring at the rough ceiling of the cavern. He knew from the natural way he woke up that this was the normal time for him to awaken and immediately set about washing his face and hands to ensure their cleanliness and used a minor cantrip to scrub all dirt from his simple brown robe. Once he was suitably presentable he went to a quiet corner and unsheathed a shimmering longsword that had been concealed under his robes before placing it point down on the ground and kneeling before it with hands wrapped around the hilt. For the next hour the cleric would quietly pray in celestial to his deity and be rewarded when a white shimmer covered the blade of his sword for a split second.

Prayers complete Caelian stood up and sheathed the unused weapon back under the heavy brown robes before moving to awaken anyone who was asleep. He would offer rations and a water skin to the NPCs before sitting down to satisfy his own hunger. "So today we need to push hard for the surface. We need to find out what the state of the city is."

"Nonsense friend, every spark of light pushes back the darkness a little at a time. Take all the time you need, we will be in another room." Caelian responded to Jazdac and went outside to talk to Anevia, Horgus and Aravashnial and move them to the right side of the cavern of the cave that held the temple. He gave each of them some hard tack from his own supply of food and a water skin to share. While they ate he would use a clean white rag and a cantrip to wash his hands, face and neck free of dirt and dried blood. Once that was done the elf carefully checked over the status of his clothes and sighed at the many rips and threadbare spots he found.

Once the cleric had cleaned and fed himself he sit with the three npcs and try to instigate quiet conversation with them, try to find out more about them and ease their worries.

Diplomacy Anevia: 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (7) + 19 = 26
Diplomacy Horgus: 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (15) + 19 = 34
Diplomacy Aravashnial : 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (9) + 19 = 28

"If it wasn't it would be trying to rip your face off right now." Caelian deadpanned while he stepped around Jazdac and knelt next to the corpse. With a grunt he turned the creature over onto it's back and peered carefully at the filmy eyes for any reaction. When nothing happened he pulled a bottle from his belt and popped the cork with his thumb before sprinkling the clear fluid onto the undead. "May you find the rest in death that you were denied in life. I will pray for clemency and hope that one day in eternity you will find your way back to the light."

Caelian can't help but laugh as the undead crashed to the floor with mud blinding it. As it began to rise he held out the rosary wrapped around his wrist and spoke in melodic celestial. "Burn in the light of the SUN!"

Channel Energy no bonus to willsave DC 18: 1d6 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13

Caelian drew his hand back as if he was going to throw something and a ball of mud suddenly appeared in his palm. With a "Ha!" he threw mud at the hecueva's face in an attempt to blind the creature.

16 attack rolled vs. touch in discord including negative for shooting into melee. Creature must make DC 16 Reflex or is blinded. Mudball FTW!

Caelian held up the silver ankh in one fist and sung in melodic celestial "Lady of Mercy call down your healing light and release this poor soul from it's corrupted existence."

White energy shot out from the holy symbol in threads that balled up around the medallion before exploding out and showering everyone with a soothing wave of warmth before slamming into the undead with merciless ferocity.

Channel Energy with Sun Domain vs. Undead, Will Save DC 18, no channel resistance

1d6 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11

Sucking in through his nose Caelian makes a disgusted look and clamps his hand over his nose. "Ware the room. I smell the stench of undeath." he whispered, motioning to the hunched figure that say completely still on the front pew. "They are vulnerable to silvered weapons but resistant to all other metals. Keep your holy symbol out where the beast can see it Jazdac; they have a special hatred for the servants of the gods."

Caelian gave Jasaka a withering glare before rolling his eyes in exasperation and pushing between Anevia and Horgus to come up behind the shorter dwarf...tiefling thing that called itself Jazdac and looking into the cave. He recognized the symbol on the wall and could tell from the architecture that a dwarven priest of Torag had built the sanctuary. The cleric sucked in a deep breath through his nose and scrunched up his face in disgust as if he just smelt something most foul. "Undead for sure and judging from Jazdac's description a Huecuva. Priests who blaspheme their god upon death rise as Huecuva and haunt places of worship to hunt the faithful. They have the ability to cloak their form in illusions during the day so assume anything in that building is our enemy. They also have a tendency to carry disease in their claws."

Caelian raised his left arm and shook it for a moment before a small, silver ankh on the end of a rosary chain tumbled out and hung from his wrist. Holding the holy symbol up the cleric intoned a quick prayer in celestial before lowering the symbol to touch Jazdac on the shoulder. "A little help for dealing with the disease."

Cast Resistance on Jazdac.

Stepping firmly between the two with a hand on each shoulder, Caelian turned them so they were both looking at him and snapped his fingers right in front of their startled faces. "Enough! I understand tempers are frayed and the future is uncertain but this is not the time for personal grievances! No one will be left behind and we can spare a little time to clean out the undead from this temple."

His eyes shifted to look at Jasaka. "I will not allow us to leave this place tainted by the undead. The least we can do is send them to their final judgment and free from the agony of their existence. To do anything less is an insult to my goddess."

Caelian's tone of voice brooked no dissent and it was clear he would not leave the undead alone simply for convenience's sake.

Rolled Diplomacy on Discord, 27 and 30.

Stepping away from the elf Caelian moves to stand next to Jasaka and wrinkles his face at the rotting smell coming from the spider's corpse. "Lovely. Shall we totter on then? I for one would like to spend as little time as possible down here. I prefer sunshine."

He moved to the left passage which seemed to be bigger and still had to step into it sideways, moving slowly into the darkness until he could poke his head out into a larger area and look around. He saw what remained to be the remains of a campsite with a dead fire and pile of bones, broken equipment and debris just past that. Something in the trash pile was moving so the cleric ducked back into the passageway and made his way back into the cavern.

"Old campsite with one poor soul who now rests with the gods. Looks like something is nibbling on his bones." Caelian said while hooking a thumb over his shoulder.

When it seemed as everyone was calming down and taking stock of their situation Caelian looked around and noticed the silver scale near his foot almost immediately. He bent to pick it up and the moment his fingers touched the palm-sized scale he went rigid, freezing as knowledge and memories flooded into his head. This only lasted a second before he boldly picked up the scale and cradled it in his hands with a sad look before storing it in a pouch within his robes.

He had also noticed the large spider further into the cave, very obviously dead from the way it's legs were curled up. Something however still lived within the corpse and he could see it twitching as something from within moved. Without a word he threw the glowing stone in his hand and it landed next to the dead spider and made it clear for anyone to see the back of the spider's abdomen was flexing. "Trouble."

Caelian stepped up next to Jasaka and held up a hand to stop any argument from continuing between the two humans. "Now is not the time for grudges. We have all been through something horrible and only by the light of Sarenrae have we somehow been spared. I will be more then happy-" he looked back and forth between the two humans to indicate he was talking to both of them."- to ensure everyone is as healthy as they can be before we go anywhere. Sir as you are able to stand there unassisted I assume that means your wounds are minor. I beg of you to give me but a few minutes to see to the one who has been badly burned.

Diplomacy vs. Human Male=34, Diplomacy vs. Anevia=30, rolled on discord

Without waiting for either person to agree the healer moved over to kneel next to the blinded elf."Peace on you good sir, please hold still so I may heal your wounds as best as I can."

Diplomacy on blind elf=32, rolled on Discord

When the elf nodded with a groaned pain, Caelian pulled a vial filled with a dark, syrupy liquid from his belt and tipped the elf's head back. Once the healing tonic had been poured into the mouth of the elf the horrible burns and cuts simply smoothed away as if they had never been there and the ruined remains of his eyes formed into milky white orbs that remained blind. "I am afraid your eyes are beyond my talents to heal, that requires powerful magic that only the most faithful are given. For now please let me be your eyes."

Caelain helped the blind elf stand and led him slowly back to group and sat him on a large boulder. He stepped over to the human man spent several minutes examining any sign of blood. "I am afraid you are fit as a fiddle sir. Any wounds you might have had are long gone."

24 Heal check on human man, rolled on discord.

The cleric stepped back and gave a bright smile to everyone in the group. "Some of you may not know me, my name is Caelian Silvermane, faithful of Sarenrae and professional healer. If you've any wounds please step forward."

No need for str check, did the rules wrong

Jazdac succeeded where Caelian had failed, the short teifling getting his large hands on the rock and lifting off the woman with ease. The human stifled a cry of pain and grimaced as the rock was moved and she attempted to stand. She was stopped and forced back to the ground by the intervention of the healer who none to gently reminded her her leg had just been crushed by a very heavy boulder and not to be stupid.

Caelian pulled a dagger from his belt and without warning cut the front of the pant leg open to reveal the swollen and unnaturally bent leg. He frowned at the injury and held his hands a fraction of an inch over her skin, trailing them back and forth as he tried to sense any other injuries, his eyes fluttering shut. "Sarenrae I am the instrument through which your majestic light flows, ease this innocent's pain."

Golden light erupted from Caelian's hands and a holy symbol that had been tied unobtrusively to his wrist fell out of his sleeve, shimmering with power. The light swelled until a blast of radiance exploded in all directions, washing over everyone with a sensation of gentle warmth that erased any abrasions or bruising.

Channel Energy Heal: 1d6 + 16 ⇒ (3) + 16 = 19

Caelian managed to pull his spear from the under the rocks, miraculously still whole and used it in a two handed grip to balance himself as he picked his way down the rock pile to the woman with the crushed leg. He had felt Jasaka push his body off of her hers just as he had awakened so he knew his adopted sister was fine and focused his mind on doing what he did best, seeing to health of others.

Once he made it to the woman he tossed his spear on the ground and knelt besides her, placing a hand on her shoulder and smiling. "Peace on you sister, let me help. Hold on a second I should have this-!"

Strength Check: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 15

Putting his arms around the rock the cleric attempted to heave the stone off of the woman's leg without success. He heaved again and found the rock barely budged. "I need help here!"

Caelian stepped out of the alley he had used to cut through some of the crowds further back, his face obscured by the hood of his robe to prevent people from staring. Too often he had been accosted by the faithful of Shelyn who had claimed he had been blessed by the Goddess, his otherworldly beauty all the evidence they needed. He couldn't help a small sneer from flitting across his face as he pushed through the thick crowd towards where the food carts waited, his instinct pushing him to fill his stomach before attempting anything else in the day.

The tall figure obscured with plain brown robes twitched in surprise when he noticed a familiar figure slipping towards the food carts with the same intent as him. Caelian altered his course and slipped up behind Jasaka just in time to poke a stiff finger at the base of her spine in the way he knew she hated the most. "Boo."