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Deridia looks surprised when she sees Dashki back and it took all the her willpower not to scream in protest. She draws her weapon and but doesn't use it keeping it prepared for the case the tracker would decide to run. Let's see if you are good at tracking these monsters or if you are just claiming it. She doesn't say anything else and just fallows the others with anger burning in her eyes.
t is the gods that decide the fates of men, not some silly pugwampi. Deridia says slightly annoyed. Let's wait just a couple of minutes. If she's not coming then we'll continue our pursue. We can't let these gremlins roam around this camp so easily.
Deridia shrugged at the question I guess we'll find out when we get to meet the owners of those tracks. Ragznor?
Perhaps we should wait for Fahada to form a larger group before going after whatever formed these tracks. However this only proves that there was some external interference. Let's see if they lead to the burnt wagon Deridia crouches inspecting the tracks awaiting to see if they will end up splitting or not
Deridia looks at the captive unsatisfied by Garavel's response. As much as I want to see him dragged in chains he will just end up slowing us down or grab unwanted attention. Do with him as you please.She turns her back at Dashki Let's go. There are some pugwampis that need to be hunted and they have a good head start.
Perhaps one or two players wouldn't hurt...
Perhaps it would be for the best to make a roll call and probably a recruiting for the missing positions if there is interest for this game to continue.
You know, this gnoll slayer could be of great use as bait for the pugwampis, I'm sure they can catch his smell from great distances. Or, at least let Garavel watch over him while we hunt the little critters. Deridia says somehow disheartened that she will have to let the flea magnet go without punishment.
Looking left and right, first to the captive then to Fahada and Fawziya the priestess sights covering her face with one of her palms. I know you don't give two copper coins on that man' s life nor on many things...like soap. You gather your confidence from the fact that the process needs you in her quest. I ... do not share her opinion. You are lieing about the use of magic. What are you hiding? turning to the others : Let's leave him in the desert for a day or two. Maybe he remembers something.
Why were you hiding and trying to run away if you trully know nothing of these events? wait... What little bastards are you talking about? Deridia asked now more confused than before the questioning. She throwed a quick look at Ragzonor expecting some words of wisdom.
"I guess there is only one way to find out."Taking a deep breath the cleric rose her quarterstaff letting it fall on the man's head.You are our prisoner now, if you scream,lie,try to escape or even mock the gods I'm going to throw you in a wagon and set it ablaze. The only option you have right now is confessing.
Before we wake him up for interrogation She gently taps him with her quarterstaff How about we change information and wrap up the princess mission before she decides to send us out in the desert." "I might be wrong" she pauses for a second "...but I think that this was a threat of some sorts. I found a harrow card clutched into the victim's fist. I can understand holding a religious symbol in your last dying seconds... but a harrow card? Someone has placed it there! It could be this same man!"
Nodding thankfully Deridia casts a detect magic spell hoping to get a hint of the man's whereabouts from his aura. She let Fawziya get the lead and fallowing her closely in case the man had any hidden weapons.
Letting up a smile she prepares her quarterstaff for retaliation and flings it at her fleeing opponent. Seeing that it missed him she sighted but her mood remained the same, quite happy for the general result. : I told you not to move, now look what you did, you panicked the whole camp. Hearing a familiar voice she looked behind seeing Fawziya coming to her aid which gave her a bit more courage to pursue the black haired man in case he still had plans of escape. Don't let him flee!
Deridia took a step backwards caught by surprise by the man's powerful reaction and unexpected appearance.
Her left arm lighted for a second as she took it off from the staff which was now used more as a weak but annoying barrier towards the right side, leaving her completely exposed to an attack.
GM:
Although doubting that the black haired man could outrun her she placed a blast rune behind him then stepping a couple of paces forward she faced the old man holding her quarterstaff in a defensive position. I suggest you don't move unless you want your feet blown off. Come with me, you have to answer for murder.
Deridia's eye widened when she looked at the harrow card. The Juggler? Out of all the items he could have hold the unfortunate soul decided to hold that card. While handing the harrow card back to Turok she caught a glimpse of the the man that Ragznor described through one of the many scorched cracks in the wagon. I'm staring to believe someone's trying to send a warning. Our little friend here juggled with fire and he got burned. Now if you'll excuse me, I got some matters to attend to. She walks calmly out of the wagon while carefully picking her quarterstaff from her back hoping to not draw too much attention.
The cleric bows down looking in haste over the body before taking a step back and letting Turok do most of the examination on the body, who seamed to be doing quite a good job. Seeing the card she ponders for a minute on why would Eloi be holding a playing card in his last moments. Unless he's death was instantaneous which nobody could tell he should have dropped it and tried to extinguish the flames. May I see the card? What do you think might have caused his death? Deridia asks Turok before checking the card for sources of magic.
Checking the person on the floor Deridia notices that he is out of her reach then releases a sight. No healing in the world would bring him back. She looks at Almah strangely, feeling slightly uncomfortable but does not say anything till she leaves . "Murder? Why would anyone do such a thing especially with so many people packed around in this caravan." She takes a moment to calm herself. "Clearly she does not expect us to be hunting ghosts, is she?"
It's not dead... it's just a bit more quiet around here :)
Deridia enters the wagon her mask slowly lighting up with every step she took towards the victim. She focused Nethys 's energy on the body but also her companions hoping to clear the ill effects of the flames and smoke. healing:
With all the agitation around her Deridia loses focus for a second but quickly gains her composure back noticing something that seamed odd to her at at first: one of the friendly faces from her caravan planning to throw himself into the burning inferno. Without a second to lose she let the buckets fall, running towards D'Witt and grabbing his cloak then slowly released it,sighing . "You are one crazy tiefling. Try not to get yourself killed... I will need a big dinner after all this mess. Go with Nethys's guidance."
A long road awaits us, things may change...Deridia murmured, not wanting to pursue that conversation when the situation around them was so dire. She watched the halfling for a short while suspiciously, before joining the people carrying the buckets of water, quite uncertain if anything can be salvaged from the burning wagon.
Haven't got the chance
Deridia looks at how Ragznor casts her healing spell, and nods approvingly. "You did quite well. You would make a great cleric if only you would put more faith in the gods. Now it's my turn." Making sure that she is close enough to both the halfling and the two burned soldiers she touches her mask which instantly lights up shining with light yellow color from its sockets then fallowed with a fast burst of energy around the cleric.
Deridia frowned at the woman giving the orders and went to check on the person standing next to the bodies, hoping even just for a second that she was mistaken and they were just unconscious. Excuse me.Do you need some help?
Hmmm,I guess I should have gone in the Discussion tab before posting, Oh well... The one with the Missionary trait would be me. I guess it would not be the recommended path for a non Sarenrae cleric, but let's see how this plays out.
Deridia staggered for a bit before going after the others, after all there was almost nothing she could do except check if somebody was hurt or not. The fire caught her completely off guard and having nothing to deal with it she focused more on searching what would have caused it. Thinking it would have been better just to ask, she searched for someone not preoccupied on putting out the fire or chasing his/her livestock.
Flex Time: Deridia tried to keep away as much as she could from the conversation about D'Witt's cooking, knowing full well that his food good or bad, would be very helpful in the many days to come.
Deridia smiled behind her mask at the highly optimistic chef, then turning to Fawziya: "One boot of sand that he's in with Garavel stuffing us well for the gnolls." Her gazes flew from Fawziya to D'witt then to Fahada and finally stopping on Ragzonor whom she studied carefully. She seamed to have promising talent and didn't seam the type that would get all her magical power from a piece of paper or leather. Nerys might have use for someone like her, but first Deridia would have to asses her true worth.
Deridia looked nothing like her part eleven acquaintance whom she shared the caravan with for almost a week. Her skin remained pale even after the first burns suffered coming to this sun favored country. She kept her hair short enough not to get in the way but long enough not to be taken for a boy which sometimes happened when she had her bicolor mask on and the hood of her robe up. At least if she would lower her head down she could blend in the crowds, of course in this small caravan that could not happen. With each passing day Deridia felt more and more restless. She was quite excited about the journey and about the future prospects which would open to her once they will reach the destination however the same thought kept popping in her mind again and again. “Fahada, do you think Garavel is keeping something away from us?“
Here is my cleric submission for the campaign. Looking forward to playing with you guys. |
