"Wait!" He's not attacking out of malice. Ethyra calls out as she moves towards the giant lizard rummaging in her backpack for some dried meat.
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Ethyra watches as Jaeger retrieves the cleric with amusement. Upon mention of the stew she could feel a dry heave catch in her throat as just the very thought of it still made her nauseous. "Mi amor" she catches a gag once more "could we not mention the stew? Anything but the wretched abomination you tricked me once into eating when we were children. You remember that lovely evening don't you love?" Flashes of being slumped over a bucket while vomiting profusely into her own hair and clothes come dancing into her mind. She remembered the taste and foul smell laced with colorful choice words and bitter tears. It was official for Ethyra, Jaeger had a stomach made of steel, no sense of smell and had accustomed to eating some pretty gnarly fare.
Cautiously she approaches the unconscious mongrelmen and tenderly places a hand on the chest of each body. Ethyra gently bows her head forward as she invisions the throne of Desna before her. At that moment goddess and servant are connected and a smokey vision of a moth begins to manifest out of thin air. "My dear Desna, I do not know what paths these men have tread or what lead them to this place in their lives. I ask for justice for their crimes and mercy for any circumstance that may have rendered a good person powerless, causing them to make wrong decisions." Her whispers fluttered from her heart to Desna's ears.
She lifts her head and looks at Jen with the acknowledgement of a kindred spirit. "Perhaps with two working together, the healing will be quicker. It's always harder when doing something alone especially when others don't understand your decisions"
Ethyra couldn't help but turn a shade or two of scarlet while her beloved openly showers her with affection. "I am alright my love, how are you?" She embraces him drawing him in as close as she could. She looks up at him and says what most would find foolish. "My beloved, I feel moved to heal these mongrelmen. After all, good people sometimes are driven to do questionable acts when in a bind. Who am I to judge? If they are truly guilty of a wicked heart, the gods will search them and punish them accordingly." She couldn't help but search Jaeger's eyes for approval.
I've decided that Cyra is the fish whisperer. Three Spanish mackerel to my zero.... Oh if only my abilities extended on over to money instead of just fish, we would be all set! But I'll take what I can get...
Ethyra channels a burst of healing energy washing over her allies closing wounds and knitting flesh.
Ethyra pulls out the thin dwarves crossbow and tries to shoot the mongrelman Jen had earlier wounded with a chakram but in the confusion the bolt pings harmlessly against the stone wall to its right.
Ethyra quickly channels positive energy healing Jaeger of his most serious wounds before his reckless charge of the enemy.
Ethyra holds back waiting to see when her divine gifts will be needed.
I'm thinking of going Exalted prestige later.
Ethyra quickly pulls out her own crossbow and takes aim at the leading mongrelman uttering a quick prayer to Desna to nudge luck in her favor. Deciding to heal the injured mongrelman after the raiders had been run off.
Her eyebrows arch and a flash of anger almost bright enough to be seen in the dark comes over her. "Jaeger don't be so careless " she wanted so badly to wallop him over the head. A smile then emerges as she thinks to herself, "If I have to nurse you back to health because you go in carelessly and get hurt, I promise I will make you better but not without punishing you for it! You can kiss your favorite foods goodbye until the scabs fall off...."
"Come on we really be worri, ow! So deen I guess dhat failed de 'Will Ethyra hit me if I say dis' test, no?" Jaeger says with a grin as he wraps his arm around Ethyra's shoulder and pulls her close. I love you ma bebelle" He whispers to Ethyra, then turning to the rest of the group, "So we decided den we go and look for surviviors or any oder mooks who hidin about." When being pulled close to Jaeger and hearing him whisper in her ear, she couldn't help but turn three shades of red before finally cooling back down to ivory. I can also assist the survivors by tending to their wounds.
Upon hearing Jen'Dalash's warning Ethyra wallops Jaeger on the head. Gently enough not to injure him but in a way that still made a lot of noise.
Ethyra seems torn between helping those who caused such suffering or getting Ga'Tul down i the end she asks for another blessing from her goddess also appologiIng for having leaned on her divine gifts so much today.
Seeig Kieran stand and fight again Ethyra releases another burst of healing energy. Hoping to keep him standing a bit longer.
Ethyra feels panic clawing at her as she sees Jaeger get grievously wounded. She moves away from the mongrelman who had attacked her once clear she channels the divine energy of her goddess. Accepting more of her warmth than ever before she channels more than she can handle.
Ethyra pulls out a scroll from a case at her side. It unfurls with a snap she activates the spell she had penned herself. "Turn their luck and curse their steps."
Ethyra lays her hand against Jaeger's back and gives him a bit of Desna's luck. "May Desna's luck guide your strike and curse theirs!"
If its ok I would have given both scrolls to Lasciel since I can't use them :)
What did my rolls find?!? Also Lasciel...I have a scroll of bane if you want to hit them with fear after I've lowered their saves I'm ok with that.
What did my rolls get me? What shiny things did the thin dwarf give us?
Scrolls
I had forgotten that in the thin man's stash there was some potions and scrolls...so I'm hoping I can retro actively roll for those either that niggt or the next morning...please.
Ethyra intones a prayer to Desna "Desna grant your daughter the strength to defeat ones who would seek to destroy the freedom you so cherish. BLESS! As she finsihes her prayer motes of light float through the air along with ethereal moths. One landing on the shoulder of each of her allies before fading away leaving a sense of warmth.
Ethyra watched as her husband fell to his knees, rarely had she ever seen him buckle. She looked around her and a numbness took over. A soft buzzing rang through her ears and the blood slowly drained from her face. Her pupils fully dilated as she took in the horrific scenes, trying to make sense of it all. Her feet sunk like weights into the mud and the taste or iron coated her tongue. For just a moment, not even her divine Mother could reach her. Death had shown her face and left her mark on so many. Ethyra blindly reached out a hand and searched for Jaeger's, hoping that by touching his hand she won't drift away into madness. She followed close behind, her steps heavier and heavier. She studied all the mongrel men's faces, giving them a proper burial in her mind, a resting place in her memory. She didn't want a single one of them to be forgotten. Upon entering the room, the haze of light reveals Ifri and his men. Her eyes shift from his miserable face to Ga'tul's limp figure on the wall. Her heart sank then rose again as a spark of life revealed itself in her damaged body. Desna, give me strength!" She screamed her prayer in her mind. Then like the passing of an eye of the storm, the numbness crumbled and a deep unbridled rage took hold. "Curse you wretched b@$~@|)$! May Desna curse your next lives with an eternal nightmare and misfortune!" She lifted the crossbow and fired viciously at Ifri.
Ethyra stumbles back and soothing waves flow from her as she whispers to Desna healing her own wounds and those of her friends.
Ethyra gasps in pain as the creature's rake across her abdomen. She presses her hand to her stomach as she gasps out the words to a healing spell. She takes a step back as her flesh reknits itself.
Ethyra has a moment of panic when she hears the crossbows go off. Her fingers tighten on Jaeger's arm, she decides she might be blind in these dark tunnels but that doesn't mean she was helpless. She feels a warmth flow from where she had put the silver scale. The warmth flowed through her hand and into her husband.
"Mi amor," she takes a moment to relish in a simple embrace, "don't tell me not to worry, it causes premature greying of my hair and wrinkles..."She could feel deep in her core that there was something not quite right with her beloved. "What are you not telling me?" She thought. She felt a flutter in her chest? she would drop it for now. ---------------************----------------*************---------------- Upon touching the scale she is sent into a dark vision that will forever haunt her. She was surrounded by what appeared to be a prison. As the images progressed to that of a wounded demoness and frightened child, her heart sank. The vision ended with the painful words choose one She blinked away the ominous images but the butterfly lingered, slowly fading into her thoughts. Desna, forgive me, I am taking after my husband on this one. I have chosen. she let out a small gasp and tried to focus. The room was still hazy as if she was still shaking it off. As the small prayer closes, the fog of the vision is fully lifted and the feelings are realized. She went to speak to Jaeger but it was as if the words could not be spoken. Where her lips failed her, her eyes came through and they spoke of trouble. They searched Jaegers face until finally they locked with his. It was then she understood. They were both trapped in a silent prison. She gave him a slow nod, acknowledging their dilemma.
Aid would be a perfect one for me. It's like 3 extra spells per day, +1 to attack and 1d8+1 temp hp for our front liners. Yeah, that'll work.
Ethyra rolls her tired eyes while smiling at her silly husband, "well when you put it like that, it sounds lovely. It keeps the heart rate up like a good workout while sleeping, because the mere thought of all this dirt caving in on us will keep you a little.....paranoid! I'm sure it does wonders for your health, energizing for sure. Good night my love," she wraps her arms around him extra dramatic then pecks him on the cheeks "hope we don't get buried alive and turn into nom noms for the worms." ---------- Upon seeing Jaeger fall to his knees, Ethyra feels her heart stop. It had to be bad to have knocked Jaeger down. With shaking hands pumped with adrenalin and a voice concealing her panic, "Jaeger! Tell me what is going on, what is wrong?"She places a hand on each side of his face to lift his eyes up to her own, hoping that maybe if he saw her it would help some how.
Ethyra gracefully slides her garments off and releases her long, wavy, black locks from the grasp of her hair pins. Her smooth, porcelain skin was now fully exposed. Her voluptuous breasts, curved hips and tattooed back were no longer being hidden by her black garments giving way to her sheer seductiveness. She daintily casts one small foot down into the bath then another. She lowers herself into the water and closes her eyes out of sheer ecstasy. A soft rose tone flushed across her face and breasts, so lightly it was barely noticeable. The water greeted her curvaceous body with warmth and comfort. "Jaeger mi amor, quit your complaining." She says playfully with a smile. She scoots closer to him and places herself under his muscular right arm. "If only we could stay in here all day! A bottle of rose wine would complete this perfectly" Hearing Seren compliment her husband, Ethyra smiles again. "He is a work of art for sure, one I never grow tired of looking at...among other things." A soft giggle emanated from her full lips and her large eyes were filled with a genuine amusement in the fact that she was pretty sure she just embarrassed Jaeger a little.
Ethyra wallops him over the head with a quick swift pop of the hand. She does this with a smile as if nothing happened. I'm sorry Captain Sull what my husband meant to say was that there was an attack on Kenabris and we fell in a hole during it and ended up here. While trying to find a way out we happened upon Sinoa. I just wish that we could have found her sooner, I pray that Desna will allow her sweet dreams to cover the waking nightmare she endured.
Ethyra spots the relatively unharmed equipment the thin dwarf was carrying and quickly gathers it together clipping the crossbow to her own belt along with its quiver of bolts. She decides to investigate the potions and scrolls later.
"Mon chère even with grey hairs dare'd still be none as beautiful as you." Jaeger says with a rakish grin just before having the wind knocked out of him as she hugs him. "I'm sorry mon amour, I did not mean ta worry you." He whispers to here while still holding on. She smiles back at him Good thing you feel that way mi amor, because you are stuck with me. It felt good to see him joking. Snapping out of her shock she realizes how bad of a shape Seren was in. She looks over at Seren, Are you ok? Can you hear me? she places a hand gently on her shoulder and pours more divine energy into the horribly wounded paladin.
Jaeger comes to wit a startled gasp. "I'm up I'm up please don't yell no more. Jaeger's head don't feel to good chère." He groans out in a slightly confused tone. "You little..." She chokes back some tears, "if it's hurting that means you are feeling! If you are feeling you are alive!" she yells at him even louder. She makes her way to him and throws her arms around him. "I love you, even if you are causing my premature grey hairs out of sheer stress!" she let's go quickly afraid she may hurt him more.
Upon seeing the pitiful state of her husband and Seren, her vision goes red and all sounds fade to a static buzz. Her face went pale like a corpse and a cold sweat rolled down her spine and scalp. Her thoughts were silenced and it was as if Desna had possessed her. Her goddess knew what had to be done and the healing commenced. Her eyes roll back as her lips speak silent words. A blast of healing energy came rolling in like an angry wave crashing to shore. The symbol of the butterfly flashed before her eyes and the healing was done. Ethyra slumped to the floor shaking. Overwhelmed with a deep sense of nervousness and shock she screams at Jaeger, "You better f***ing wake up! I am too young to be a damn widow!"
Ethyra kneels in front of the poor girl and wraps the cloak a little tighter. "My husband is in a fight, possibly with one of the wretched creatures you spoke of." She places both hands gently on her shoulders and makes eye contact with the girl, "If I can help it, I am going to help get rid of these nasty fellows, I need to you to be brave for me." She then call's for Anevia. "I need you to watch over her, knowing my husband he has probably taken on every monster in this place by now," Looking back at Sinoa, "This is Anevia she is going to keep you safe until I return." She gives the girl a soft hug and tries to reassure her before rushing off to her husband. Ethyra could feel her heart pounding as she thought of her Jaeger, afraid of what he might be facing.
Ethyra holds the child tightly to herself. She gently caressed the side of her face much like a mother would her own child. "Sweet child, I will never let this happen to you again." She could feel the pain and fear from the child with each sob. "What is your name? My name is Ethyra and my husband's name is Jaeger," Ethyra takes a deep breath, "Where are your parents?" Her breath catches as she looks over at the other body seeing the horrible extent of the damage, she then asks the question she didn't want to ask, "Who was the other captive?" Seeing the child so distraught was more than she could bare.
Ethyra attempts to calm the girl. "Shhh it's ok little one." She says as she removes her cloak and attempts to drape it over the child. She speaks in a shaky voice "Can anyone remove her chains and get the other one down as well no one deserves that."
Channeling to harm undead doesn't heal the living, though if there is a feat that allows that I would most certainly take it at some point. |