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Calistria seems distracted. Perhaps it is because she is trying to convince their new psuedodragon friend that it would look very pretty with a pink ribbon around her neck?
Calistria is obviously enchanted by the pseudodragon. In fact, she hardly moves, staring at it the way a five year old girl might stare at a pink pony. Finally, she manages to breathe. "Oh my GODDESS!" Calistria squeals. "You are SO cute!"
Calistria yawns. "Come on, brother." she says to the village priest, sliding her arm into his. "Let's get you home. Maybe I can even nap on the way."
"I had a strong wall between myself and the bat." Calistria says, slapping Garekk on the back. "Let's go give our healer his water and then rejoin the others."
"Is everyone unharmed? Does anyone need healing?" Calistria asks her fellow adventurers.
Calistria does her best to stay behind Garekk, casting guidance upon him again.
Calistria shrieks and falls back as the giant bat lashes out at her. "By the Sacred Butterfly!" She rushes over and slaps her hand on Voryn's back, briefly praying for the goddess to guide his hand.
Calistria remains silent as respects are paid. She pats both men on the shoulder and then points towards the cave entrance. Time to see if they can get out of here without bloodshed.
"Voryn!" Calistria whispers, trying to keep her voice down. "Come look at this!" She motions to the altar dedicated to the god of hunters. Because, well, that's what Voryn is.
Hailey will go and do just that, marking a tree.
Calistria means to be steady and stealthy but the altar distracts her. She stops and peers at it.
"Here, let me do that." Calistria says quietly as she gently takes a jug from Garekk. "If something happens, you're better suited for dealing with it." Not for the first time, she wishes Hailey were here. Calistria has no ability to detect magic.
Calistra will do her best to follow and be stealthy. She's still fatigued, however.
Calistria holds up the glowing rope and follows behind Garekk and Voryn.
"Agreed." Calistria says. "Garekk, you can see better than us. You should go first. Who has a torch? I'll hold it."
Calistria settles the loop around her waist and grabs hold of the rope. Then she waits for the ranger and barbarian to haul her up like a sack of flour. Once she's up she kisses each on the cheek. "Thank you. For not laughing." Calistria then touches the rope around her waist and whispers a brief prayer. The rope begins to glow with light.
Calistria winces as she bruises a tender spot. "That was a bit humiliating, huh?" the priestess asks with cheerfulness. "I think Gareek had the right idea. I'm fine. You go up, Voryn, and the two of you can pull me up right after."
Calistria grabs hold of the rope. She tries to climb and fails. Spectacularly.
Calistria considers the entrance. "I do love to travel but I'm not a good climber." she admits. "Maybe one of us could go up and secure a rope for the others?" She narrows her eyes, looking for alternative entrances or, at the least, a good climbing path.
Once they are away from the healer, Calistria will lay one hand on Garekk's shoulder and another on Voryn's. "Thank you." she says. "It was a slim hope but we found a way. We should make sure to take samples of the water for Hailey. She might find it interesting as well."
A man's life is worth more than pride. Calistria offers her hand to the healer. "We will go fetch your water for you. We'll need good directions to the temple, please, and any idea of what might be there. And something to carry the water in."
Calistria wrinkle her nose. Healing should never be held hostage by gold. The "powerful and expensive" line is only an excuse. She's sure there's a handy profit tucked into the man's sum. But... "He won't last very long." Calistria points out. "Certainly not long enough for us to go into the mountains, gather the water and return. You would need to tend to him before we left."
Calistria rubs the sleep from her eyes. She has walked through the night before but never has she wished for a strong cup of tea more than now. When the cart arrives at the house indicated by the guard she leaps from it and stumbles over to the door. She knocks, hard, three times. When the door opens, she launches into her speech. "Good day. My name is Calistria of the Order of Sacred Couriers. We bring a priest from a nearby village who has ghoul fever in hopes of finding treatment."
"That's a very kind offer." Calistria says, forcing back a yawn. "But we shouldn't wait. We need to go right to the chateau."
Calistria rubs at her eyes. She stayed awake the entire way, trying to keep the priest comfortable in the back of the wagon and now she is paying the price. Desna is, after all, a goddess of the night. She is meant to be visited in dreams.
"What would you want, Sir Grave, if that was you in that bed?" Calistria asks with defiance in her tone. "What would you want if it was your wife and there was a chance to save her?"
Calistria returns, her expression dark. "We have a chance. A slim one." she says. "The Caliphvasos employs a powerful cleric at the Chateau Douleurs, a day north of here on Lake Raiteso. We'll need to bring the priest with us. He won't survive, otherwise. His wife should decide if he can't. If he should go."
Calistria closes her eyes. "... I think we would need to bring him with us. It would be his only chance. A slim one, I know. And it will be his choice. His and his wife's."
"I think that that judgement lays in the hands of the gods, my lord, not in our's. If the cleric at Chateau Douleurs can't or won't help? Maybe you are right. If the cleric can? Perhaps the gods want this man saved for a reason."
"The village priest has been bitten by a ghoul." Calistria says after offering a curtsy to the baron. "I have labored to heal him but I am not learned enough yet to know the proper spells to help. I am hoping, my lord, that you know someone who does."
Calistria takes a deep breath and focuses on thoughts of the Winged Lady, trying to push away the helplessness and worry she feels. "Excuse me. I am Calistria of the Order of Sacred Couriers. A priestess of Desna. This is my friend, Garekk. We'd like to talk with the Lord, please. It concerns the village priest. He is quite ill."
"I think we should both go." Calistria says to Garekk. "I've made him as comfortable as I can and I can explain the situation best. Thank you, though, Garekk."
"You will end that man's life just as soon as you have ended mine. Do you understand?" Calistria speaks with intensity. "I'm going to the lord of this village. He might have ideas or resources we don't know about. At least Garekk realizes there's still hope." Calistria turns on her heel and marches towards the local lord's home, intent on going straight to the man for aid.
"No, it was a ghoul bite and I believe a cemetery but I'm not sure where or which one." Calistria shakes her head. "I do not know magic that can help with this. Calistria is not a goddess of healing the way some are." Tears run down her cheeks.
As the sun sets, Calistria leans against the outside wall of the priest's home. She sighs, tears in her eyes, as weariness overcomes here. As her friends roll in, wolves on their cart, she straightens up and offers a prayer to Desna, hoping a new solution will present itself. Calistria hurries up to the others. She keeps her voice low, not wanting to cause a panic in case anyone might overhear. "We have an urgent problem." Calistria speaks softly. "This village's priest was bitten by a ghoul. I've done what I can but I can't save him. Please tell me one of you has an idea?"
I'll keep one healer's kit with me and the other in the wagon. How many charges did I use treating the priest, Browman?
Calistria rubs at her eyes. She slept very little that night, having sat with the priest. Trying to help him overcome this horrible disease. "Nothing." Calistria whispers. "Oh, winged lady, what do I do? Maybe Hailey will have some ideas." Calistria makes sure the priest is comfortable and then leaves the room to see if her companions have returned from their wolf hunt.
Calistria asks the priest's wife to prepare a tea and to set some stones in the fire. She then sets to work to treat the fever. She'll use the stones, heated by the fire but not burning hot, to help warm the priest so the fever will break sooner. She'll feed him the tea regularly. She'll use Purify Food and Water to make sure the water for the tea is pure. She'll use Guidance to help the priest overcome the disease. And Calistria will pray. To her deity and to the priest's.
Calistria knows there's any number of diseases that can be transferred through a bite. "If I may tend to him, I'll see if I can help." Calistria offers to the priest's wife. Assuming she's allowed, she hurries to his side and begins to explore his wound and his symptoms.
In the village: As soon as Calistria hears about the sick village priest she makes inquiries as to his location and then hurries there. She'll knock politely, introduce herself to whomever opens the door and offer her services.
While Hailey babysits the boys as they wolfhunt, Calistria walks back into town. They are wary of strangers, she knows, but a healing touch is always needed and many will accept a beloved of Desna when they won't accept another outsider. "Hello" Calistria checks the pub, first. After all, in a town this small, everyone will know everyone else. "Blessings upon you. My name is Calistria of the Sacred Order of Couriers. A priestess of Desna. I'm here for a few hours and I wonder if anyone might need a healer or a priestess?"
I think the point was to raise money so we had it between here and the ruins, in case we need to buy more supplies or rent another room?
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