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Celif looks down then up I just don't want to disturb the items for the resting souls here. I suppose using the weapons would only be logical, but I must make a simple request that they be returned upon the end of our journey. Tago didn't mention this room in any notes or orders. But do not touch the monies. She begins to take notes on who took what items. If they group leaves she will follow.
She blinks listening to Nastrod, what makes you say that? she approaches the vestments with slight hesitation. I don't see any notes. And these could be the garments of a respected elders She tries to answer Gezzo's question by inspecting them Then inspects for local customs
Sorry Sir Flug I'm just cranky without my coffee... and these items must be here for a reason, not a gift box and continues on
She pauses for a moment as Flug approaches the table, then freezes for another right after he looks to her before snapping, her eyes almost glowing behind her glasses. Don't under estimate me, or think that I will be tested. She approaches Flug snatches and places it respectfully back. I don't wish to begin on the wrong foot, mr coffee hating man. she turns back to Flug and raises her mace to his face, still lit. But we can if you wish
Celif hears Gezzo and abandons the kitchen silently, the sound of clanking metal being her last traces. Walking down the halls with her hands out brushing against the walls occasionally, she approaches Gezzo seeing the book he holds, her eyes slightly widden and then shrink. find something.... her words calm but cleanly leaving her lips. She adjusts her glasses sliding them back up her nose.
Celif looks away and around for a moment processing Argyros's comment, she looks over to Gezzo before following Imowen into the kitchen to eat. I hope we aren't traveling with a companion that would do something like that. she begins to ponder her realization, she isn't used to working with people and didn't consider motives in the slight. Can I have some coffee sir? she askes looking toward Flug while taking a seat near him.
Well last night during a journey to pay respects to the dead buried here we came across a door, and without warning a trap sprung from it. It nearly turned Gezzo and Nastrod to a cinder, she sounds slightly dramatic near the end. From the stories it sounds like you may have opened a lock or two, and I was warning if you could maybe inspect the door? Nastrod claims there to be importance, and at the time seemingly urgency behind the exploration.
Celif exits her room in her familiar Scholar Robes, she seems to have a slightly different stance about her. With her hands on her hips she glares toward Argyros, and bellows because he was getting targeted by those traps! Leave Gezzo alone, he's been through enough... slightly sighing she drops her arms and attempts to find Imowen in one of the many rooms, knocking before passing them by. Miss Imowen, are you in there? she askes.
Celif sits next to Gezzo and nods in agreement while cleaning her glasses, I would prefer a full team, we don't know what could be in there. Constructs? More traps? Ghosts? or nothing... I would say I feel safe in the house of Septimus but... she looks to where the flames came from as usual, its people that cause the most dangers in life. That is why I prefer the papers and pens myself. Celif looks up toward Nastrod for his opinion, then remembers the door is locked. Just for asking sake would you happen to know how to open the door from the inside? she mentions looking slightly toward Gezzo's feet then him.
Celif looks at the amazing heal job almost admiring the perfection of it, I've been trained in healing, but never been too keen on it to be honest. Turning to Gezzo she awaits his input while adding I would like to have Ms Imowen do some poking around, I feel her addition to our exploration would be invaluable, we don't know how many other traps are in the other room. She sighs slightly realizing she's grown tired and the others must have retired already, But it is late.... and if we conclude now we can rest after and be fresh and ready for the morn... She seems to be weighing options in her head while looking to see how far they'd gone and would have to double back for the assistance. She will walk back until her Keen Vision reveals the door has shut leaving them in the crypt, then return and relay the information to the others So I guess the choice was made for us? she concludes and rests rubbing her each calf waiting for more input.
Celif stays put after channeling her positive energy, he knees down trying to get a closer look at Gezzo then turns to Nastrod the one who caught most of the flames. Do either of you need any healing? she asks kind of straight forwardly, she isn't used to these kind of things and doesn't completely know what warrants a heal these days. Maybe we should go get the rogue, I don't want anymore surprises. Your companions may be of more help then in their absence. And it seemed Nastrod took a brutal impact of the flames and may be in need of medical assistance.
Totally makes sense, I gotta say I love this games community, I was really into WoW when it first came out cause of the closeness of the players and I would even RP in it. But then a shift happened and after that the player bases of most games I've played recently seem to have that same shift in them. Just people being jerks to be jerks and elitism, but I've gotten a lot of warm welcome.
Celif nods listening to Gezzo, she stands a few feet away from him looking around staying battle ready. I strong source of magic, its very layered making it hard to determine where its coming from. Must be many sources of great divine energy behind that door, I would presume... she whispers quietly.
Celif holds her mace up trying to get the best lighting of the carving, hmmm she ponders to herself as she examines them . After a moment she feels herself getting wrapped up in her work, looking about she sees that Gezzo has peered off on his own. Following carefully she watches for anything out of the ordinary , then tries to look for any magical source around them with Detect Magic. Sir.... Sir Gezzo... she whispers to him.
Celif freezes as the door opens and unlocks after Fener starts to take lead, she keeps about 5ft behind Gezzo, his comment making her more cautiously as she steps lightly. From in the back of her robes she pulls out a heavy mace, then she holds it up as she murmurs to herself to cast light, then metal end of the mace gains a internal light, almost like the source was frozen in ice. Never too cautious right? she laughs nervously with a slight concerned look.
Celif abandons the shop with a swift wave, slightly rude but duty holds no bars in the realm of urgency. She returns to the temple slightly defeated, I guess she didn't know anything.... odd. Listening to the group speaking and moving to the crypt she follows quietly. I'm always behind. She murmurs to herself adjusting her glasses in her self pity mood.
Celif returns the welcome with the warmest smile she can, Good evening madam, I have just arrived to this town from Kuturka, and have begun to look about your town and I was wondering if you may be able to enlighten me on what happened to the shop down the way. It would greatly help my studies as I try to investigate the region. She wonders the shop looking around as she asks looking for any items of use to her in the field.
Celif pauses hearing Gezzo as she passes in the halls, Well i'm no good with people... But I have to be better with people then locked doors. With that she nods before leaving the temple and ventures forth into the town, she notes the time may affect her objective, but isn't sure what is appropriate timing for others is. After getting a look she starts toward where she believed the smoke previously was assessed to be the Blacksmith shop. A slight clanking echoes hidden in the darkness before she uses Bright One, a shimmering halo appears above her head and emits a faint light only showing her closest surroundings. How would a detective in those books handle... I got it! she cheers to herself quietly. As she approaches the shop she makes a point to leave the necklace hanging out, and holds the key to the temple in her hand. She'll attempt to knock if there is any sign of life inside, adjusting her glasses and fixing her robes appropriately to make her already slim figure seem less threatening.
She nods her head in thanks and accepts the drink before continuing her onslaught against the plate with a mere fork as a weapon. Where are your other companions? I must have missed their exit while leading the Dasun to the crypt. She takes another bite wiping her mouth with the same parchment and sighs with relief. The door seems to be sealed with some form of a protection against evil spell, I'm sure I can find a clue within these walls to open it. I just wonder to what degree of importance unsealing the door is to the Dasun, and on the counter end how important it is to seal the door again in the same manner. She ponders to herself, her entire lecture being more to herself then anyone one person. Celif pokes at her last bite before impaling it and then dropping it into the decent of her mouth to disappear and never be seen again. She cleans her area and gathers her items before walking to the entrance of the kitchen and waving back to the group, I'm going to venture around and see if anything catches my interest, maybe even something useful in the journey ahead. She nods with her signature smile and starts walking the halls, her first stop being the supply room. She begins to survey then assist her search with a magical scanning for items to further the groups venture.
Celif gulps down the mouth full of food and pauses, she nods slightly before reaching into her bag to pull out a piece of parchment and wiping her mouth clean. She freezes for a moment realizing what she's done and awkwardly smiles as she exclaims Probably werid... doing that huh. After being around it for so much time it doesn't seem so rough anymore... Oh, yes thank you very much for the food as well, I was on the road for so long heading here. I thought I wasn't going to make it... Such a long walk... She begins to roll her heels around on the floor
Celif nods to herself upon her discovery, she starts to approach the exit before mentioning There seems to be some hidden way to open the Catacombs, I would advise against entry personally, but if it's a serious goal I will do some research and bring my results to you later. With that I must take my leave, I am famished and must follow my nose, as they say. With her awkward smile sprinkled with a hint of nervous she disappears out of vision. Celif returns to her most valuable possessions, her documents and begins to pack them up again neatly before slinging her backpack over her shoulder and taking a brief moment to nod to the Septimus shrine. Then she makes her way down the aroma filled hallways to the kitchen where she's met by Argyros and listens to his story. She nods listening as she prepares her food slowly, as if counting the seconds, she slightly hums to herself a religious hymn of happiness before turning to the remaining few of the group in the kitchen with slight tears in her eyes. She reveals a plate with a large amount smothering it I'm.... So... Happy.... FOOD! Glorious delicious meal!!! She takes a seat slightly away from the others as much as possible and places her backpack beside her on the floor before starting to devour the plate, showing little regard for common table manners. Its been... she manages to slide out between bites as she surveys the kitchen for water , forever it seems like since I have enjoyed more then simple trail rations.
Well I'm going to be bringing bless on a regular bases, kind of going for buffer/healer. I was gonna ask what compenets do I need for my spells? Cause my book wasn't too discriptive on the subject. Or at least I missed it. Ill look when I get off work but if someone could give me an idea id appreciate it
This is a lot of fun, thanks again for letting me in. If you know any other campaigns looking for a player let me know. I'm thinking something tank next time, Velma.... yes from scooby doo :) Be like a brainy Paladin Tank? idk lol or just a very tactical styled tank ya know? Any archetypes i can check out let me know. thanks!
After reaching the landing she stands aside hesitant about approaching the crypt, looking at the carving of Septimus as a beacon of divine power in the room gives Celif some relief, in a calming reassurance of creepy dead bodies not raising up. Her next battle in mind is the smell, never being around dead bodies on usual occasions she has only the memoirs of past adventures to take expectations from. Memoirs which may or may not be accurate to the real experience, staying quiet she begins to take in her surrounds , then tries to see if there are any ways to open the door for the Dasun by routine methods she may have ran across in her studies
Celif lifts her chin slightly hearing someone entering the worship area, turning her head she catches a glimpse of Argyros. Prayer can be a strong ally in the journey to come, invaluable indeed. After a moment she gets another idea, with a sudden motion she removes her backpack laying it on the bench beside her and brings out a sheet of paper, an ink pen and an inkwell. Turning to Argyros she asks The time seems more appropriate to ask what you know of the blight stricken against these people, if wouldn't mind catching me up on the details, as well as who the child with Fener is? I missed most of the details before my arrival and would not like to be caught ill informed. She prepares to write any important notes down for later reflection, as she does this her stomach begins to growl. She jolts slightly before remembering she doesn't had a decent meal since leaving Kuturka, with all the knowledge she has tried to collect, simple cooking has evaded her.
Celif continues to sit with her head lowered listening to the others after completing her nightly prayers to make mental notes of the others and to maybe get a sense of her new companions motives as well as personalities, this being one of her many constant uncontrollable tendencies. GM: No history lesson? :) Sorry I'm loving this too much lol, just a heads up I was gonna have her wake up in the middle of the night to do some writing, nothing big or life changing, just an engagement chance for others if they want. I enjoy the RP probably more then the actually combat lol, let me know if that's OK thanks.
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