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Nella nods in appreciation at the ending of the curse. She asks all of her companions to come back for one final dinner at the Thundering Lizard to eat, drink, and recall their adventures.
Nella listens cautiously and attentively, shaking her head at the web of secrets and misinformation these leaders have created.
Awesome! I'm checking it out.
Nella nods formally in agreement while splaying out her hands to the sides. She carries the symbol of Ubtao, which inclines me more to trust her. Let us gather the faction heads. She then turns and bows at Bjorn and calls out Chondalwood heals.
Nella shrinks back into halfling form. She looks up at Shal questioningly How do we ensure this never happens again?
Growling ominously, Nella allows the vines to blow away in hazy whisps of the magic of her people. She then surges around the statue and lunges at the evil mistress with her great white teeth flashing.
Nella surges forward to attack serpentine foes, taking on her lupine form and leaping over the noxious flowers as she lunges, jaws snapping, at the serpent threatening Dwalar.
Nella mutters quickly to her companions. Try not to step on the plants. She then calls vines to entangle the enemy spellcaster and two of her serpentine minions, one large, one small.
She then moves to the side to allow her comrades access to the courtyard.
Nella ensures that Damissar and Nerissa are secured. Then she returns to her halfling form and moves upstairs to investigate these sick people, lending aid if she can.
After that, she will join her comrades near the north door, prepared for the worst, she hopes.
Very sorry to hear it!
Nella stands over the man, keeping guard. She thinks to the others Some should go with Davin. I will stand guard here.
Nella the wolf thinks into Dwalar's mind. Give me room so that we may strike together. If he does so, she moves forward and lashes out at the snake.
Nella roars and charges forward to the man who tried to entrap them. As she moves, she shifts her form into that of a hulking wolf and strikes at the fellow as soon as Dwalar comes close to threaten him as well.
Nella barks aloud. Bjorn! Dwalar! Stop! He's leading you into some sort of trap! Nella readies an action to cast fog cloud on one of the catwalks should hostilities arise.
Nella speaks into the minds of her companions one by one. I find this strange. Prepare to defend yourselves. She suggests to Bjorn and Dwalar in particular. I would prefer if you two stayed very close to that man, should he prove treacherous.
Seeing this foreboding situation, Nella grows wary of Damissar and his intentions.
She follows him into the room with her companions. She speaks into the mind of several of her companions in turn. Does this seem suspicious and dangerous?
Nella too, follows along. At the man's mention of being followed, she grows exceptionally wary. She speaks into Davin's mind. Davin:
Keep careful watch behind, Dav-een. I will watch forward. She also casts guidance on him. Nella watches carefully to see where the man leads them.
Nella nods. This must end. She looks to her teammates for confirmation.
Nella stands up on her chair so she can see what is happening in the room, all thoughts of games gone from her mind. She addresses the barkeeper as well. Yes. This is no cause for violence. She glances to her comrades, seeing whether or not they will intervene with her.
Nella nods and smiles with a laugh. Yes Dav-een, yes. That is better. You needed some urgot to help you relax.
Nella claps and laughs as Shal out-speeds Bhoors but he then downs his drink with bravado. Again! Ani, dor, yut!
Nella's hand blinks towards the center of the table and back. She smiles as she holds up her stone and looks around.
Nella chants with a slight Chondalwood accent while he chugs. Dav-een! Dav-een! Dav-een! She grins broadly when he finishes and nods. Yes! Another! Ani, dor, yut!
Nella's hand flashes out and she holds out a palm with a stone in the middle of it, grinning.
Nella laughs and bows her head slightly at Shal. She glances around the table to see who doesn't have a stone. She notices that Davin's hand shot out slowly. Was anyone else slower? She opens her palm to show a stone and sees Shal open hers.
Back at the Thundering Lizard, Nella disappears in her room and comes back with a pouch of small, smooth stones. She smiles broadly at whichever of her friends are up for some celebratory libations and sets down a number of stones in the middle of the table one less than the number of participants. Then she walks over to the bartender and speaks quietly to him for a few moments. His eyes grow wide and he scratches his head a couple of times before nodding and heading into the back. He comes back out after a few minutes with a gray jug and Nella passes him a few silvers then returns to the table, carrying the jug which is humorously over-sized for her and several small ceramic cups. This game is Lyndiron. Whoever doesn't get a stone must take a drink. With some help, she places the large jug and cups on the side of the table out of the way and arranges the stones in a circle at the middle of the table. She shows her companions how to rest with their hands below the level of the table and chant "one, two, three" in Halfling before trying to seize a stone for themselves.
With her companions, Nella chants Ani, dor, yut! and attempts to snatch a stone.
Tired from the exertion and the weight of their decision, Nella begins heading back to the Thundering Lizard. But the sheer joy of dinosaur races and victory don't allow her to drag her feet for long. Soon, she is scampering through the streets and investigating every sight. She asks her friends to join her for a celebratory dinner and drinks. Anyone want to play a drinking game of Chondalwood?
Nella stands, unsure among the nobility and pomp of civilization. She lays a hand upon one of her earrings, seeking clarity.
She murmurs softly to herself. What have we accepted? We must choose wisely indeed.
Seeing Davin's struggle, Nella transforms back into a dire wolf. She speaks into his mind It is my turn. And she crouches for him to get on her back so she can carry him to meet the Kwayothe, at which point she resumes her normal form again. Nella waits for her comrades, unwilling to be the first to accept the lavish prizes.
Nella howls victorioudly then returns to the form of a small halfling lass. She turns to her comrades We have a decision to make.
Nella snarls at the kenku and the opposing dinosaur.
Nella's hair grows, extended farther down her back. She hunches over then springs forward, a massive dark form darting towards the opposing pack.
Her gleaming white teeth rip into her foe, seeking to send him to the dust of the arena.
Nella stands still, staring at the beasts before them, ready to charge. She is not new to battles of the wild.
Nella considers carefully, unsure of the proper course of action. Finally, she speaks Perhaps we should win the prize first then make our decision.
Nella considers Shal's words carefully, her brow furrowed. Shal: Nella speaks into Shal's mind. I hear your pain... May I ask, if your voice spoke for all, what would you have us do with the artifact? You have earned my trust and the item will go where you say.
Nella listens intently to what Shal has to say then watches the elf as she walks away. She then turns to Nerissa and states quietly. We have fought and risked life with Shal. Why should we listen to you rather than her?
Death is no more to be controlled than the moon. What you speak bodes ill.
We will have the artifact either way. You must trust us whether or not you wish to do so.
Nella looks intently at the woman. If we are to make a decision regarding a thing of such power, we must know more. Tell us.
Nella listens carefully to Nerissa, weighing her words thoughtfully.
She speaks silently into Nerissa's mind. What is your noble cause and how would you use it?
Nella enjoys the thrill of riding her mount up to the finish line, at which point she slides gracefully off and nods gravely at Dwalar. But she can't keep the grin from spreading across her face with the joy of victory inside of her. As her teammates gather at the finish line, she looks to them. The arena may prove less easy. Are we prepared? |