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"Alas, that the wonders here are beyond our ability to replicate," Lisa laments. When you return back to the hub of Runeforge, she glances at the remaining halls. "Gluttony and sloth. Do we finish our exploration, or do what we came here to do and leave?"
”Thanara is right,” Lisa says. ”We should scour this place to ensure that any evil beings that lurk within cannot emerge to do harm to others. Let us—oh!” The cleric stops abruptly, eyes wide. Her hands go to her rounded belly. She pauses, then gasps in surprise. ”The baby just kicked! I... I felt it!”
Lisa quickly moves back to Snow's side to heal her with magic and medicine.
Lisa flies around to flank the woman with Snow, slicing with her scimitar!
Lisa, too, seems uncomfortable with all of the lewd attention coming her way. When Thanara's words seem to fall on deaf ears, she steps forward. "It is in all of our best interests to work together. Your charms are undeniable, Mistress Delvahine, but we all know the consequences we will suffer if we accept your offer of passion. We value our lives and our souls too much for that. Surely, though, there is something else we can offer you in exchange for your aid?"
Lisa strides forward boldy, issuing a divine decree! The holy energy blasts the duplicates, leaving most badly wounded and one paralyzed!
"A little chilled, but I'll be okay," Lisa says. She begins the process of healing herself and her allies, her hands glowing with warm, comforting light.
Lisa fires a ray of flame that soars past the dragon!
Lisa moves closer to Snow and channels Sarenrae's grace!
Lisa stands firm in the face of the dragon's frightful presence, but she cries out as she takes the full blast of the breath weapon! Patches of her exposed skin turn blue from frostbite, and ice and snow cling to her hair. Shivering, she quickly calls on Sarenrae's light to warm herself, then she reaches out to grant Snow the blessing of air walk so she can get to the dragon!
Lisa cradles her belly, which has popped even more over the past two weeks, as she regards the site. She has replaced Nualia's old armor with a newly fashioned breastplate made from the hide of the red dragon that attacked Sandpoint. Her rounded tummy remains uncovered, her divine magic protecting her from the chill in the air. "That's what the poem said. Let us prepare for trouble before we begin, just in case." She wards Snow with a circle of protection, then casts a few cantrips of her own on the stone heads.
Lisa nods, her hands instinctively moving to caress her belly. "Yes, I'm alright. Fortunately, the nausea and cramps are behind me. These next few months will be the most comfortable of the pregnancy. And... I should start feeling the child moving soon."
Lisa returns the kiss, her face flushed when Snow pulls away. "It was not me, but the Dawnflower working through me. I am merely her instrument," the cleric says humbly.
"Unhand her, fiend!" Lisa declares, slashing at the demon's pincers with her fiery blade.
Lisa matches Snow's worried expression. "We will be cautious before entering that shrine, then. Stay with us now, and do not wander. Let us wait for Thanara."
"I have a staff," Lisa offers somewhat lamely. "Well, maybe the weapons aren't literal. If they're magical implements, perhaps the two of us could employ them in conjunction with our spells in order to wield them."
"It looks like you've been branded somehow," Lisa says. She closes her eyes and tries to lay healing hands on Snow's back, but the rune remains. "I've never seen anything like it. I'm not sure what it portends."
Lisa nods and puts Thanara down gently. "I've got one more dispel magic prepared. Let's hope it works!"
The magic does work, and Thanara quickly grows back to her normal size.
"It is for now, at least," Lisa says. She gently picks up the tiny sorceress as Snow reverts to human form, cradling Thanara to her chest. "Let us celebrate our victory here. It is not an insignificant one. We can worry about future threats later."
The archon still fails to hit Mokmurian. Lisa sees Lucrecia's mirror images go down, and realizes this is the opportunity she needs to ensure the lamia doesn't get away. She calls on Sarenrae to anchor the monster to this dimension!
The spell works, and Lucrecia scowls. "Fine. We end it here!" Lisa then hurries to Snow's side to patch her up.
Mokmurian clobbers Snow while Lucrecia blasts Thanara!
The archon struggles to hit Mokmurian, though their flanking position helps Snow even as they wards her from harm. Lisa tosses out a healing spell for the wolf!
Lisa intones a lengthy spell to summon celestial aid. With a golden glow, a legion archon appears, flanking Mokmurian with Snow and attacking with their flaming sword!
As Snow savages the creatures, Lisa fires a burning beam of divine light directly into the face of one of them, finishing it off!
Lisa kneels down and offers a hand to lift Thanara up. "You're so tiny! And cute!" The cleric giggles. "This will probably wear off on its own, but I could try to dispel it if you prefer."
Resisting the room's magic, Lisa burns the giant!
The giant angrily stomps forward and stabs at Snow!
"Thank you," Lisa says, pulling the enchanted cloak tighter around her. She follows behind the others.
Though not as stealthy as her companions, the priestess manages to avoid notice nonetheless--the cloak giving her the edge she needs. The three of you sneak past a huge cavern with four large tables and a central platform with an impressive stone throne. Four stone giants relax here, eating, wrestling, and carousing. They aren't paying particular attention and don't notice as you slip by. From there, you pass through a few more caves with stone giants snoring loudly on mounds of fur. You get past them and reach a passageway with furs hanging along the walls. To the southeast the tunnel constricts and slopes down sharply. A hulking troll stands guard here, but with a bit of a diversion, you distract his attention long enough to get past. (Lisa uses the cloak to turn invisible just to be safe!) The tunnel walls wind deeper into the ground beyond the troll, yet the presence of rough contours along the cave walls seems to lessen every several paces—the deeper the cave goes, the more like worked stone the passageway seems. The gradual change from natural cavern to worked stone is finally complete after a long, spiraling descent into the depths. Where the walls meet hard angles have been polished away to smooth but tight arcs that somewhat soften the transitions from wall to wall or to floor or ceiling. With no hard lines defining edges of rooms, the place seems subtly alien. Doors are set in the wall to the south. To the east, rubble has collapsed, blocking a passageway.
"I can pray to Sarenrae to give Thanara and myself the gift of night vision," Lisa offers. "Then all three of us will be able to see unimpeded. If we stay away from the giants' fires, we may be able to slip in undetected."
”I am saving up to upgrade my staff of healing,” Lisa says. ”I don’t need anything right now, unless you see something you think I will like!” She smiles wryly.
Lisa finds herself with more energy these days as she officially begins her second trimester of pregnancy. The morning sickness has mercifully passed, though the priestess experiences new cravings for odd combinations of food. Her belly has begun to grow upwards and outwards, a small baby bump now a visible indicator of her expanding womb. She rubs her belly lovingly as she wonders what the future will hold for herself and her fledgling family...
Lisa pants as Thanara pulls away, momentarily collecting herself. But then Thanara's lips are on hers, tasting of sweet, juicy strawberry. She moans into the sorceress mouth as she raises her hips and rubs herself against the other woman's thigh...
Lisa squeaks in mock terror as Snow lifts her out of her dress and places her on the bed. "No, please! I'm powerless to resist your wanton excesses!" she protests, writhing enticingly on the bedsheets. She moans as Thanara goes forth with her villainous plan!
"Yes, your majesty," Lisa says with faux deference. She climbs into Snow's lap and presses her lips against hers, allowing her highness to undress her as she pleases...
Lisa laughs and nods encouragingly. "It does at that! Queen Snow, our glorious Den Mother!" She giggles.
"Lisa. Best of us. Always strong. Always kind. Be mine? Be ours? Marry us?" Lisa smiles radiantly. "I have already pledged myself to you once, and now I do so again, to both of you. I will marry you. I will be your wife." She kisses Snow and takes her hand as the crowd cheers. As the trio makes their way back to Scarnetti Manor, a dazzling fireworks display erupts from outside the Rusty Dragon! The townsfolk ooh and aah, welcoming in the new year with a bang! "I love you both as well," Lisa says once the three are inside. "Let us never be apart again."
Lisa follows the others in a daze until they reach Rynshinn's shop. She wipes at her eyes when Snow apologizes to her. "It's not... Not your fault," she croaks, her voice still sore. The priestess kneels by Rynshinn's side to tend to the injured seamstress. Fortunately, her injuries aren't too bad--not for a skilled medic and healer like Lisa. Her hands glow with golden radiance as she mends the half-elf's wounds, and soon she is breathing easily. Once she is sure Rynshinn is okay, Lisa heads downstairs. She watches Thanara's stilted, submissive actions and realizes what has happened. "Savah has placed another curse upon her. A powerful one," Lisa says. "But Sarenrae's light is more powerful still. Keep her still, Snow. I will deal with this." Lisa's blue eyes blaze with conviction as she invokes a powerful prayer to reverse the curse!
Lisa’s eyes bulge when the necklace tightens around her throat. She chokes and gurgles, clawing futilely at her neck as black spots begin to cloud her vision. She wants to yell to Thanara, tell her not to give in, but she can’t speak at all. Finally, mercifully, the necklace relaxes and Lisa coughs and gasps for air. She bears witness to Savah’s brutal end. She crawls over to Thanara and wraps her arms around her, just crying, and holding her. She can’t speak yet, so she says a silent prayer to Sarenrae, asking for her mercy and her light to let Thanara find hope and begin to heal...
"No!" Lisa runs alongside Thanara. Upon seeing the damage, she immediately begins a prayer to summon a hound archon, hoping to send the celestial to search the rubble for survivors!
Lisa kneels beside Thanara, stroking her hair and murmuring a prayer.
"Thanara... I thought we had moved past this. You need to stop worrying so much about what others think of you. I know it is lingering trauma from what you father did to you. But he is gone now. "The tonwnspeople look up to you. They respect you. Nobody has any expectations for you, except for those that you are imposing upon yourself! You are free, Thanara. Free to do whatever you like, with whoever you like. Nobody will judge you for being happy and being with those who love you. And we love you, Thanara. We love you so much it hurts. Please, just let us love you!"
Lisa sees Snow's panicked look, and her heart sinks. The priestess hikes up her skirts and moves to follow Thanara as fast as she can run! The sorceress is fleet, but so is the Lisa. She manages to catch up to Thanara as she turns on to High Street. "Thanara, wait! Don't run away! Just stop and talk to me!"
Lisavet is in attendance at the theater, dressed in a dazzling blue-sequined off-the-shoulder gown with a matching tiara. The full-length, billowing skirts conceal her lower body so that it looks like she is gliding about the theater. She spots Thanara when she enters, but Snow intercepts her before the priestess can cross to say hello. Her heart pounds excitedly as she watches the pair ascend to the theater's second floor, knowing that Snow is about to pop the question!
"I love you, too," Lisa responds, smiling. "Yes, let's plan together. Oh, I hope Thanara says yes! She can be so prideful sometimes!"
Lisa nods. "Yes, of course. I would love to be married to both of you. I cannot imagine my life without either of you!" Fresh tears well up in her eyes.
Lisa is happy to accompany Snow to the Old Light, grateful for the break from her duties at the cathedral. Her robes fit a bit tighter across her chest and midsection now as he body continues to change from the hormones flooding through her. The priestess is caught off-guard as Snow steps away and then suddenly drops to a knee. Her blue eyes are wide as she sees the beautiful ring being offered to her. "By the Dawnflower! You want me...as your wife?" Tears begin to flow and she falls to her knees in front of Snow. "Yes, Snow! Yes! I will marry you!" she laughs, showering the shifter with kisses!
"Yes. Thank you, Snow, for being here for me. For us," Lisa says. "I don't know what we would do without you."
Lisa cries into Snow's shoulder until there are no more tears. Then she looks up and presses her lips gently against the shifter's.
"Yes. We spoke. As I'd expected, he's leaving. And good riddance, I say. This child will have plenty of love in their life without him." Despite her words, the priestess's lip quivers. When Snow sits beside her, she wraps her arms around the shifter and begins to cry.
Lisa frowns. She's not sure what exactly she was expecting from this guy. "I wasn't asking for money. I was trying to gauge your intentions. 'I'll be a good father if you want me to be.' I'm afraid that isn't good enough, Orik." She sits down on the bed and sighs. "It's clear that our passions for one another have cooled. And it's clear that you do not have much investment in the child we have conceived together. I have people here who love and support me, Orik. I think it would be for the best if we simply part ways here. Amicably, of course. I bear you no ill will, and I wish you well. You are welcome to check in on us whenever you like, but I won't be expecting anything from you, and I won't hold that against you."
Lisa blinks at Orik. "Yes. Yes, I am going to keep it," she says sternly. "This child deserves a chance at life. I intend to be a good mother for them. The question is, what sort of father do you intend to be?"
Lisa swallows nervously when she sees Orik. She'd known that it would have been impossible not to see him upon getting back to town, but she still wasn't looking forward to the conversation she needed to have with him. "Orik. Yes, I will talk to the mayor," the priestess says. "I'll convey your message and put in a good word for you and the other guards. Now...we really need to talk..." Once the two of them are alone inside her quarters at the cathedral, Lisa looks down at her feet and sighs. "There's no easy way to say this, so I'm just going to come out and do it. I'm pregnant, Orik. I'm pregnant with your baby." She puts her hands on her belly and looks back up at the mercenary.
"Snow and I will be here with you every step of the way. Now that we have averted catastrophe, we've earned a break. Let's just take our time to adjust and get things settled here in Sandpoint before we rush off to adventure again."
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