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The small hafling woman grimaces, not enjoying what this creature is doing to her team. "Orm I am sorry i cannot be of more help." Seated, she holds her hand to her chest, grabbing her holy symbol and will channel a heal to her friend.
"Wolf pack? What wolf pack?" She says, calmly sitting down.
"A what? Succubus? No...she seems so...likeable?" Says the halfling casually, not taking her eyes off of the succubus.
The halfling nods, and runs out when Orm counts to 2 jumping at the opportunity to suprise both his own allies and the opponents. "You there! I didn't see you at our last night's show! Why's that, huh!?" Trying to trip them up, she throws her voice to the other side of the room.
"Indeed, let's rest up, and then check the next floor in the morning. Hopefully these critters aren't cleaver enough to check back down here and see all the havoc we've caused."
Yabatha will wait for inspire, and then [b]"Ummmm, anyone know what that thing is?[/ooc] she says, as she fires off a moonbeam, and then gets behind Orm.
"Just a couple more rooms Orm, to make sure this floor is safe. Lead the way!" Papillon moves down, to peer around the corner.
"I am not quite ready to sleep yet. We're doing well, let's see what else this place holds before we rest for the night." Papillon wanders a little further, to look into the next room with the large stairs.
"Mean is a word i would definitely consider using. Any ideas as to why they are breeding these dinos? What the heaven is going on here?" She smiles, and goes to tend to Orms wounds. "Are you okay? Looks like they got you good that time."
Papillon concentrates, "Holy Mother, hear my cry, do not let my ally die!" and targets Orm for a wave of positive energy.
She then walks up green for next turn.
Will roll Channel Energy, if Orm wants it...: Concenred for her friend, the cleric quickly grasps her holy symbol, and releases a wave of positive energy over her allies. "Holy Mother, hear my cry, do not let my ally die!"
"Oh no! Orm are you okay!" the cleric sounds worried about her friend, regretting leaving his side earlier. Still holding her good starknife, she slashes at blue.
The cleric moves around, then throws one of her starknifes at green.
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"Nice work! Last one!" says the cleric, as she takes her starknife and slashes away at the final creature in the room.
Pleased with her work, Papillon looks around the room curiously. "Do you think they are breeding these creatures? For what purpose, to what end? It's like someone wants to bring back the prehistoric era back to life. A time before Aroden."
Pappilon moves forward, to fire her moonbeam onto black.
"Orm, lets quickly deal with these dinos, and then follow those ones back ito their lair!" She says, as the halflig does her best to attack the creatures with her starknife.
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The small halfling smiles awkwardly and waves, "Room service!" Not sure how the joke will be received, she definitely wishes that she kept her sound burst for this particular encounter. She quickly weaves and raises a shield spell, and wanders forward slightly.
"Well, shall we see what is behind curtain number one?" Papillon jokes, as she tries to carefully pull back the curtain hoping not to alert anyone on the other side.
Papillon nods, "This room looks like one large incubating room. You're right though, we should come back for there. Interesting however, where would these creatures even find dinosaur eggs like this. I wonder what they are plotting."
The halfling follows Orm around the corner and down through the other corridor.
The halfling looks about, holding in her vomit at the sight of the butchered cattle. Taking a quick glace at the weapon attachment, "Much too brutal. I don't think Desna would be too pleased if i bore such brutal tactics."
"Well, not really sure what i expected from this place, but i have a feeling it's only about to get more challenging from here on out. Orm, how are your wounds looking?" As she aproaches her friend to heal him slightly. She takes a short break, hopefully allowing for her skills to take affect once again.
"Unless you can move those stones, i think we should go north." She points into the next hall way, looking to move through this passegeway if her companions are ready.
Madame Papillon moves around the long way to get behind the creature, and smacks it with her starknife, while flanking with Orm.
Papillon takes the hit and winces, but holds her spell untill the other two warriors close into the fight.
Papillon help's tend to the wound of the animal, "You were so brave!"
After the threat of the stone creatures is no more, Papillon quickly begins to tend to the wounds of her allies. "We need to be more careful. Such creatures are very dangerous. How about we take a few minutes to recover our strength, and then we can go down into the tower."
"That was some good bowmanship, master Derrikk. I sure am glad to have you cover our back's in a time like that." She acknowledges the efforts of the ranger, before dusting off the soot from the combat and getting ready to proceed. She picks up her starknifes, "Well, at least now these might be a little sharper!" She jokes, as she cast's light on her weapon. She lifts it above her head, which doesn't do much for the elevation, and proceeds to walk down the stairs into the dungeon. "Well, keep up why don't you?"
"Orm! Keep fighting!" She turns to his ally, and starts to patch him up quickly while the last gargoyel is distracted.
"Ugh!" She groans, as she takes a hit from the creature, "Well at least there is only one left! Keep hitting it!" The cleric strolls behind the monk, only to apply some battle medicine on her wounds to patch herself up.
Yabatha steps back, "These gargoyles are sturdy, i dont think my starknife will do much agasint them! Let me try a spell!" She steps abck and casts, Moonbeam on the creature.
"Orm, watch out!" The small hafling woman moves around to quickly support her friend with a flank, and slashes at the creature.
"Statues guarding the entrance! Of course, why wouldn't there be scary ominous statues guarding the scary dark tower? Okay, i'm going to throw my starknife at them, if they don't move, we are all good. Orm, stay back!" She get's ready to throw, "As Desna always says, [i]always check the path forward is clear, before delving into the unknown." She waits for her companion to get out of the way, or if Orm chooses to remain next to the statue, she trows her starknife.
"Who do you report to at the tower? Tell us more about him, is he one that we could potentially reason with?" She asks Thelonious, hoping that he would translate.
She smiles at Derrikk, "I don't think he's telling us everything." Before turning to Orm, "Don't twist his arm, dear, that's not very nice. What about grabbing him by the feet and dangling him upside down?" She does not speak it's language, but she will growl and make some universal hand signals for 'hanging upside down' to try and help intimidate the creature.
"Well done Orm, but what makes you so sure we can make him talk?" she says, as Papillon goes to immediately taking care of her companions wounds.
"Nice hits!" Papillon says, as she moves closer to the nervous looking monster, and stabs it.
Papillon quickly takes out her spare starknife, and slashes at her opponent.
Yabatha moves up with Orm, "so turns out they are not friendly after all..." She takes her starknife and throws it at pink.
"Don't suppose they are asking about our day, do ya Junebug?" seeing as theyare too far away from her, Papillon will wait too see what her allies do.
"I saw we get some horses and we take them for a trip up to the tower. Mind you, i am not the best with horses, but i am sure Derrikk can show me the... ropes." As Papillon gets ready to go on her travel, her thoughts are with the circus and thinking back to how amazing the last nights performance was. Are we really moving on from Abberton, it feel like we got here not long ago... Hopefully the process of obtaining the horses is not difficult, and knowing we will only be gone for a few days she will throw in the silvers herself to the stableboy, "Top of the morning to you, sir. Did i see you up in the crowds at yesterday's performance? What did you think of it...did we surprise you? Look, we have a favor to ask. Could we borrow four horses for the day? We are not going far, just have a few errands to run." She hands the man 8 silver pieces for his time. "Or perhaps we might need two days for the journey to and fro. May our journey be swift and safe."
"Maybe we could borrow some horses? I am sure the stables in town will let us take some for the day after the brilliant performance from the other night?" The halfling suggests. "Who is the Stablekeep in town again, forgot his name..."
"Indeed. But we do still have work to finish in Abberton. Hopefully that doesn't take too long..." She ponders for a moment, "The Erran Tower, i'm sure we can go have a look." Pappilon makes her preparations, making sure to pray in the morning to Densa for a safe journey.
Yabatha just blinks as if this is one big bad dream. "Xulgaths? What are xulgaths?"
The halfling cleric watches from the curtains at all the performances, and welcomes each of her friends as they come off the stage with a warm smile and a "You were great out there." As the final curtain falls, she knows it is her time to act. She notions for the lights to dim, and casts her voice into the crowd using ventriloquism. "Thank you, Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls! I hope you have enjoyed tonight little window into the past." The small Papillon suddently bursts into the stage waving her new scarf as she dances into the middle of the stage, the blue hues in the robes reflecting the stars that shine from the lights on the stage.
She does a small courtesy. "Curious, aren't you? To see what the past could hold? Come, look into my eyes and at your reflection. Delve deep within yourselves and imagine what your role would have been in this town's great history?"
She proceeds to dance around the stage, letting the many stars on her robes reflect the light into the eyes of the onlooking crowd, mesmoring them to reflect on their past.
As her dance comes to a finale, she bows, before throwing a moonbeam up through the opening in the circus structure, letting it explode in a vibrant firework of white light. "we are the Circus of Wayward Wonders! I hope you all enjoyed your night!" She then runs off the stage.
Backstage, right before opening, Papillon urges to her team, "So like, what do you think. Should I go out there and introduce tonight's performance? You know, put a little pazzazz on it? Some sparkles? Do you think that's a good idea? You know, since we don't have our ringmaster anymore...somoeone's gotta step up and do it?" Hopefully, as her team accepts the idea, once all of the croud are seated, and anticipation is high, Madame Papillon will run out from behind the curtains and introduce tonight's show - "Ladies and Gentlemen - Little boys and Little girls! We welcome you back to the Circus of Wayward Wonders. I tell you what, we've been super busy the past few days preparing for tonight, and I would like to tell you -that tonight we have a real treat for you! The town of Abberton has been around for a while, huh, but who here truly knows this town's history? Well, let us take you on a journey, through time to when powerful primal energies would course through this land!" She does a small courtsey, and runs back off stage, and asks for the Dwarven Throwers to make their opening act!
“Papillon, we seem to be placing ourselves in harm’s way more and more. Please, if I should fall, would you make sure the seed inside me is planted in good earth?” The halfling listens carefully for the whole story, nodding at points to reflect her attention, but mostly completely in awe at the history of the Ghoran people. Eventually, at the end, she just smiles, takes Orm's hand in hers, "You're not going to fall, my dear. As long as we are by your side, we don't let that happen. I promise."
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