NPC: Anevia Tirabade's page

Knowledge (Dungeoneering): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15

"I have heard of something like that called a basidirond. Does it have kind of spider-like tendrils that act as legs, with a central body that looks like an inverted bell?" Anevia cupped her hands to indicate the shape.

Lann nodded in response.

"It does not move very fast, but probably faster than me at the moment." Anevia glanced at her splint and injured leg. "If they come in contact with your skin, the spores make your lungs seize up. About once a minute they can 'cough' out a cloud of spores that cause temporary insanity: hallucinations, mostly. For a plant, they are hard to kill, with leathery skin. It can take a fair amount of damage to kill them - and then one has to avoid the spores that usually explode from the body at death." Her tone as she rattles off these facts is almost emotionless, already drawing her bow for the combat to come. "We're in for a tough fight, folks."

Anevia nocks one of her salvaged arrows to her bowstring, but keeps the bow lowered, not wanting to waste her small supply of ammunition unless it becomes necessary.

"Garlok has summoned a spectral warrior," describes Anevia, for Aravashnial's benefit. "He bears arms and armor in the appearance of a crusader of Mendev."

"I can serve as your eyes," Anevia piped up. "I won't be too mobile with my injury," she added, peering into the dark as she moved over beside the elf. "Its legs span about nine feet, and it has a red marking on its back."

Garlok's ministrations are successful, and he is able to bind his patient's leg in place. The splintered haft of a broken polearm nearby (likely fallen from the bundle carried by the muscular tiefling woman nearby) serves as a sturdy crutch. With help, she manages to get to her feet, taking a few experimental steps with the wooden shaft for support.

Pleased by her newfound mobility, she smiles at the half-orc. "You've a talent with your healing skills, Garlok. I'm Anevia Tirabade," she adds, extending a hand for a firm handshake with the shaman. "I've no rank of my own, but I'm no stranger to combat," she says.

"Looks like we're stuck here together, Aravashnial." she adds, seeming to recognize the wizard.

Zaigan: Lore (Mendevian Crusaders): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17

Zaigan recognizes the name Tirabade as the surname of Sir Irabeth, a reknowned and well-respected female half-orc paladin of Iomedae, knighted by Queen Galfrey for the discovery of a traitor within the crusaders' ranks.

Garlok's spell causes Anevia's injuries to begin to close, sealing much of the damage to the skin and muscle.

"Thanks," the woman replies simply. She seems a quiet type, calmly assessing the situation around her and keeping a calm expression. She checks to make sure her blades are still present, but remains motionless otherwise, not wanting to jostle the still-broken leg.

Heal Check (Garlok): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (8) + 9 = 17

Garlok can tell that the human woman is likely still in intense pain from her broken leg, and that she will be unable to walk without a splint (a DC 15 heal check to fashion one from nearby debris - up to one ally can aid). Healing her leg completely is beyond the power of the healing magic Garlok knows.

Whether adrenaline-fueled strength or some imperceptible divine might, Zaigan manages to roll the massive stone off the woman's leg. She cries out as the stone is moved, and grits her teeth as the pain hits her. "I'm... alive," she manages to say, eyes squinting against the pitch blackness. "I think my leg is broken," she continued with surprising calmness as the realization settled in.

At a glance:

A young woman with dark hair and clad in leather armor lies face-down on the ground, unmoving. Her leg is caught underneath a massive boulder. Two short-swords are strapped to her side, and a shortbow is slung across her back, though her quiver is empty from the fall.