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With a grunt of frustration, Cira hurls her crossbow to the ground before turning her angry gaze towards the remaining lizards. Glaring daggers, she whips her hand out in front of her, sending a small barrage of bolts towards the enemy nearest Grargath.
Cira aims her crossbow at the lizard in front of Grargath, praying to whatever god would listen that this time the bolt would strike true.
Cira hisses in pain and surprise, pressing a hand over the wound as the javelin slices into her arm. She looks towards the source of the attack, but as the others move to finish the largest lizardfolk off, she turns her attention to the other oncoming enemies. Glaring at the group of smaller lizards, she swings her injured arm out and sends out a barrage of magic darts out towards them.
Cira bites her tongue as her shot misses its target completely. She takes a deep breath, and aims again.
As she watches the fight unfold and considers her next move, Cira raises her hands to run them through her hair, but pauses—held in front of her, she observes her fingers as they tremble slightly, and she realizes that she's been overexerting her magic. She takes a deep breath and grips her crossbow instead, aiming down the sights at the largest lizardfolk.
As she keeps an eye on the dazed lizardfolk, Cira launches a volley of energy orbs at one of the smaller, oncoming enemies.
So sorry for the wait, guys. For some reason I had it in my head that I'd already posted.
"Ha. If only." Creeping forward, Cira reaches the middle of the stone arch and focuses on the larger lizardfolk, enveloping it in a faint cloud of smoke.
Cira narrows her eyes at Grargath before turning her focus to Marcus, but she can't help but chuckle all the same. "I can try to daze one of them," she says with a nod of agreement. "The big one in the back there?"
Cira snatches the ring and wand from the hand, stuffing them into a pocket for later. Breathing heavily, she pushes some hair out of her face and looks at Marcus and Grargath, cheeks red. "I am never going near water again unless I absolutely have to," she says firmly, crossing her arms as she glances down the cavern. "Do not let me forget that."
Cira cringes as she watches the animal grab and smash Maffei to the ground, but breathes a small sigh of relief as she sees her spell ground it in place before it can disappear into the water. Palms forward, she sends a beam of fire towards the crocodile's face.
I'm definitely still here if everyone else wants to stay. :)
I went ahead and posted finally, in case everyone else wants to get back on track. Everything is weird right now, so I hope you're all doing well.
With a shout, Cira stumbles back from the quick moving reptile and flings her hands out before her, casting the first spell that comes to mind. As she raises her outstretched palm towards the ceiling of the cavern, a mass of weeds and plants form around the creature, wrapping around its form.
Cira pulls her hand back from the carvings. "These carvings don't bear any tool marks. I think they were made with magic." She shakes her head, sitting back on her heels. "Probably not important," she mumbles, looking around her. A glimmer in the water near her catches her eye, and she shifts to get a closer look. "There's a... hand over here," she says, swallowing hard, her voice a bit strained. "It looks like it's holding something. I think it's a wand." She quickly finds a stick nearby, using it to nudge the item out of the rotting hand and closer to her.
"I sincerely hope it doesn't get any... smaller through here," Cira says as she hunches over to avoid the lowering ceiling. Summoning an orb of light, she affixes it to the end of her staff and inches carefully towards the carved stone pillars. Crouching low, she runs her fingers over the designs. "I wonder how old these are," she mutters, looking around her for anything more of interest.
Grargath groans as his body shrinks back to normal size, feeling slightly queasy from being enlarged suddenly and without warning. "Shout somethin' next time, will ya? So I can be ready fer it." Cira cringes. "I-I'm so sorry, Grargath. I wasn't thinking." Slightly red in the face, she sidesteps the bodies and hurries ahead to make her way carefully down the tunnel.
Cira pushes her hair back from her face as she surveys the damage before them. "Alright then," she says as she steadies her breathing. "Everyone okay?" She glances at Maffei. "You have been... astoundingly helpful. Thank you."
If you keep rolling numbers like that, you can post as whoever you want. :P
Seeing Grargath stumble through his attacks, Cira forms an orb of green, swirling smoke between her hands before pushing it through the air towards the dwarf.
Also can we talk about how Maffei just rolled TWO NATURAL 20s??? Just... unfair.
That one is so good. Man, I haven't read that comic in forever.
Scanning the chaos before her, Cira turns her attention to the lizard currently engaged with Grargath and lets loose another volley of missiles.
Before any of the lizardfolk can react, Cira launches two missiles of energy at the leader.
Pleased to see that her plan worked out, Cira takes a few steps forward, her hand beginning to burn with a red hot glow, and lets loose a laser of fire towards the lizard's leader.
"I agree with Marcus. And Maffei... to a point," Cira says, giving their strange new companion a sidelong glance. "Let me try to lure them from behind their barricades. Get ready. Oh, and... you might want to back up." Retreating several feet, Cira focuses on a point ahead and closes her eyes, whispering to herself as her hands glide smoothly through the air in front of her. The air around her hands ripples and swirls before spiraling to its designated point. A moderate din emanates from the location, and the sounds of muddled voices echo through the chamber. Cira opens her eyes and smiles to herself, pulling her crossbow out and readying herself for the lizards' reaction.
"We could try to eliminate them, but that could draw more out," Cira says, considering their options. "Or we could move on, potentially encounter more down the tunnel, and have these come at our backs." She grins wryly. "Or it could end up being much simpler, but that hasn't happened for us yet, so I'm not sure why it would start now." Unsure of her assessments, she picks at a loose thread on her dress, absentmindedly noting her garment's growing state of raggedness. "I'm no expert though," she says. "This kind of thing is still far outside my realm of knowledge. My thought is that we take them out as we come across them, but I'll defer to you three."
"What should we do?" Cira whispers, moving ahead slowly. "Attack? Or head the other way?"
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Cira suppresses a smirk, lips pressed in a tight line, and narrows her eyes at Marcus as he works his spell and chuckles at her predicament. She sighs contentedly as warmth and dryness return to her, and nods at Marcus. "Thank you. Oh, and Francis," she says, turning shamefaced to the cleric. "Thank you. For... pulling me out." She blew air from her nose, closing her eyes as she felt her cheeks reddening anew. "Again." Cira glowers and wrinkles her nose in disgust upon seeing the skewered heads. She swallows hard, coaxing her stomach to be still. "Barbaric," she says in a low voice. "To do this to anyone is horrific, but a child?" She unconsciously wraps her arms around herself.
Cira introduces herself and the others. "Thank you so much for your time, Luhalianna," she finishes. "I hope that when we meet again, we have good news for you." She moves to stand with the others. "I suppose we should continue forward now. I'd rather not linger in this area any longer than we have to." She pauses and casts a quick glance at Marcus, clenching her jaw. "Marcus, could you... um..." She motions at her still-soaked dress and hair, red in the face and ears, looking anywhere but at her companions. "Please."
"That's terrible, I'm so sorry," Cira says, angry after hearing the story. "She sounds like a danger to everyone in the area." She thinks for a moment. "Is there a cure for bark blight?"
Cira gives the treant a smile, though it wavers a bit as she watches the wriggling wad of black liquid splat onto the ground. "All is forgiven," she says. "Could you tell us about this Ssjarlith?"
Cira watches the treant with pity. "I am so sorry that we've disturbed you," she says kindly. "We're here looking for a missing druid and his wife, and didn't realize that someone such as yourself would be in the area."
Cira looks between the treant and the cleric, confused and growing increasingly worried. "Francis, what is it talking about?"
"A bheil thu a ’bruidhinn elven?" Cira asks, the language feeling strange on her tongue after not using it for so long. "Or Common, even? We mean no harm," she says tiredly to the treant. "But we can't understand you." Elven: Do you speak Elven?
Cira clings to the cleric as he hauls her out of the water, coughing and sputtering as she staggers quickly to the opposite bank and inelegantly plops down on the ground. Breathing heavily, she attempts to peel her sodden hair from her face. "I'm... done," she mutters to herself through gasping breaths. "Fallen into water... twice. Just... useless. Can't even—" Hearing a noise behind her, she quiets abruptly. With a pleading look towards her companions, she twists slowly to look behind her, and looks up the long trunk of a tree and into the face of a treant. "Oh gods," she says quietly. She lurches to her feet and takes a few unsteady steps back. "Does anyone speak... that?" she asks, staring at the tree's face.
So just to make sure: from what I'm reading, I'm still on the rock path. Do you want me to roll again? please don't make me roll again
Rude, Marcus. :P
Cira eyes the moss covered stones warily as she grips the end of the rope with shaky hands. "This can't possibly end well," she whispers to herself, poking at the first stone with her toes.
As carefully as she can manage, she takes a few tiny, wobbly steps out onto the rocks, gripping the rope for dear life, but to no avail. She steps on a patch of wet moss and immediately feels her balance shift. She lets go of the rope in a panic, arms windmilling uselessly around her as she topples over into the water with a cry of alarm and a splash.
"Well this should be fun," Cira says dryly, but she forces a smile at Zissren all the same. "Thank you for the information. It will be a great help." She turns to the others. "I suppose she should meet with the Dark Oak tribe, then. Do we have what we need for a multi-day trip?"
Out of one fire and into another, Cira thinks to herself. And here I thought I'd be safer leaving home.
Cira lightly squeezes Marcus' hand in thanks and gives him an uneasy smile before heading towards their next stop. As the party approaches, Zissren bows her head in greetings. "Welcome to thiss one's humble home," she says in sussurant Common. "This one is often called Zissren." "Hello," she says as the group approaches. "It's very nice to meet you." She offers brief introductions before continuing. "We're here looking for a druid and his wife, Azmur and Rima, and would like to ask some questions, if that's alright. Luculian was... not especially helpful," she finishes, her disdain for the reeve clear.
"Yes, folks that aren't really part of the community." He gives Cira a knowing look. "I'm sure you know the type." Cira freezes, feeling as though she'd been struck in the stomach. Though surely the comment was not directed towards her personally, the angry heat of repressed humiliation rises within her. Red in the face and ears, she clenches her fists at her side, and with a glare at the reeve, she bites her tongue and turns away.
Cira raises an eyebrow. "'Periphery' types?"
Cira glances at Maffei. "It's not... that bad," she says quietly, and somewhat unconvincingly.
At first glance, the town's reeve didn't strike Cira as the kind of man who cared too much about... well, much of anything. Maybe I'm wrong about that, she thinks to herself. But if I'm not... "Hello!" she says brightly. "Thank you so much for seeing us. We're here hoping that we can aid a missing druid that came through here. Azmur Kell? We were told you might be able to help us."
Hi friends, still here. Just haven't really felt like I've had anything to add to the game lately. Maybe it's the weather, and dealing with that mid-winter slump. Anyway, just wanted you guys to know that I haven't abandoned you, and I'm hoping to be hit with some inspiration soon. :)
I'm glad you decided to keep going with this one. :)
"Give it time," Cira says kindly. "Sometimes it takes people awhile to grow accustomed to new things. But thank you for the information you provided, you've been a great help. It looks as though it's time for us to take our inquiries elsewhere, however." She gives Marcus a discreet nudge, a mischievous smirk playing across her face. "Perhaps we should see if this Luculian has any information that might help us."
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