Readying her starknife, Riori issues a quick prayer to Desna to guide them in battle.
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Starting Monday I will be involved in Christmas stuff for the week and will be slow, if I post at all. Happy holidays everyone!
"You're outta line, Faengrim. Capn made his call. Why harp on about it?"
Riori nods at Faengrim. "Yeah, can't hurt to have some 10 foot tall guards. I mean, we're taking this island, right? Capn's right, with the stone we've got leverage, and I think with the right show of strength we'd get some to be happy to work for us, and we could use the fact they know the island well. Even crew if we can find a place to berth'em. Even one'd be a handy repeller. Kill'em if they resist, but why risk our necks when they could be useful?"
"It looks like it holds souls. And already contains a few." She holds the pot out to show the captain so he can see the faces appearing and disappearing on the surface of the stone. She frowns, no more liking the idea of trapped souls than the trapped djinni. "We'll chat with the hermit, but I reckon the gist'll be using it to trap the spirit."
"May Desna ensure you remain free to travel." Riori offers as the djinn disappears. She nods at the captain in a gesture of respect. She then rattles stone around in the pot in her hands. "So this is quite the little love bomb. Remind me as I was on the ship when you were told about it, who wanted this thing for what?"
Feeling cautious, Riori pulls her coffee pot out of her haversack and nudges the stone into the pot with her wooden foot. She then takes a closer look at it to identify its capabilities.
Riori scans the stone with detect magic. If it seems safe to pick up, she does so.
If the djinn is truly giving out wishes--and she will be sure to confirm this is so, Riori gives her wish: "The immortal dreamstone that is supposed to be on this island, placed on the ground before me at my foot. If that is not possible, its current location."
"Look where all the wishing got the cyclopes." Riori gestures to the ruins around them. "And Captain's still giving you your wish if you want it, so what're you bellyaching about? Hells, Captain, I'll do the freedom wish if you want your own. Serves my goddess to wish for freedom for a trapped soul." It's not that Riori doesn't have things she might wish for. A new leg for one, but she fears she'd lose her oracular gifts in the process. The wish for Faengrim to be cured of his lycanthropy but she'd not survive his wrath after. Loads of wealth... But that one's always a double edged sword, especially around pirates. She'd rather serve the cause of freedom than grasp the monkey's paw.
"There's no need to fight," Riori says aloud, eying some of her more bloodthirsty companions warily. "I'm Riori, of Captain Chumtooth's crew and oracle of Desna. What do you mean by your city? Do you have a connection to the cyclopes?"
Riori will pull out her wand of cure light wounds and begin healing folks.
Riori shakes her head at Chumtooth. "Best stick to Desna's star. But you all have fun." She takes a look at the area around them and assesses the view. She points to the series of archways wrapped around a dais. "Looks like an altar, maybe. Good place to keep a sacred magical whatsit. Maybe we look there next?"
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Riori hurls her starknife at whoever is hurt most. But it flies wide.
Seeing Dantes looking a little ragged, Riori flies next to him and casts cure critical wounds.
Feeling is a good start. One day at a time.
Hope you are feeling better, Whtknt. I am back now. Thanks for botting me!
Hey y'all, traveling and on my phone. Riori will throw her returning starknife at one of you don't mind rolling.
I may be delayed over the next couple days and may also be traveling next week.
Riori calls on the goddess and sends a small wave of healing energy toward her comrades.
Hey all, coming back into things, will post when it's my turn . Good luck with the cleanout Whtknt. Been reorganizing my apt to move my office area to my living room and it's a lot of work.
I am still sorting through some ... stuff. One disaster happened and then several more smaller but still concerning ones. I will be okay but I just do not have the wherewithal to post yet. Keep moving without me and I'll post IC as soon as I can.
Some personal s+*+ has hit the fan and I will be taking a break for a couple days. Please bot me if needed.
Riori flies upward with the use of her Lure of the Heavens ability.
"May as well just pick a route and go and circle back if we have to," Riori suggests.
"Ta," Riori waves farewell as the still glowing trapper retreats. "Mighty civilized carnivorous floor. I'd say we should invite it to join the crew, but might find us too rough." She points at the cyclopean dagger. "That's the magic I was seeing before. Sadly no stone, but should be worth a fair penny if someone don't want it."
"Were it me, I'd take the deal, but I reckon you've underestimated my crew mates' bloodthirst," Riori says, still holding her starknife at the ready.
Riori casts faerie fire, creating a purple cloud of light that clings to the trapper to keep it from blending back into its surroundings as it tries to escape.
"Oh, you don't like Desna's starlight? Take another, you sad excuse for flotsam!"
I'll give Dantes another day before I bot him.
Seeing the harpoon bounce off the hostile once-floor, Riori sees what magic can do, pointing her starknife at it. Light coalesces around her and collects at the end of one blade before it becomes a concentrated ray that beams toward the creature.
Sorry for the late notice. I may be slow over the next three days. Please bot me if needed. Riori will focus on buffs and supporting with her starknife if we get in a fight, and of course healing if urgent.
Riori nods at the sword. "Not the stone. Definitely the source of magic. Extra durability, sharpness, that sort of thing."
Riori nods to confirm treasure is nearby, and gestures as Faengrim moves toward the door. "After you."
The type of magic is definitely transmutation (I was mistaken above), of moderate strength. The door is neither locked nor appears trapped.
The charts indicate both weal and woe. "There's more danger beyond, but we may also find something we are looking for. I'm not sure if it's the stone or other treasure, but it's probably worth heading in this direction as long as we remain prepared for anything."
"Alright then. I should have asked earlier, I suppose. Though we need to scout the island anyways. Before I do, Dantes, you see anything particular about the door? I can take a look myself, if that's alright." Before spending the time consulting her charts, she looks at the door Dantes pointed out using detect magic to see if she can identify the particular enchantment.
She'll report back whatever she identifies, such as if it appears to be trapped. She'll also pull out her case holding her astrological charts and calculation devices. If the door appears to be trapped/magically locked, she'll try to determine if there's any benefit to bother with going through the door. If the magic through the door seems harmless or beneficial, she'll instead consult the charts to determine if exploring these ruins in general will get them closer to their goal of finding the stone.
"I'm not sure that's necessarily the case... could be all kinds of magic in these old ruins. If you want to be sure and you can wait a few minutes, I could consult my star charts to see if it's a good direction to go in..."
Riori is ready to move on when the dwarves finish their search.
Riori smiles overly sweetly at Faengrim. He behaves pretty much as she expects. "Of course you're very welcome." She looks around at the ruins. "What happened to those ancestors anyway? Why'd they get so... stupid?"
Riori winces at the battering Chumtooth receives but knows Chumtooth will not take that lightly. She cheers as he brings the giant down. Rehooking her starknives to their holster, she goes up to him. "All right now, hold still." Her hand glows purple and she taps his arm, and strong healing energies course through his bodies, returning lacerations and bruises to normal color.
"And you too, Faengrim."
Satisfied this begins the healing process for both of them, she pulls out a wand of cure light wounds to expedite their return to normal health.
She is noticeably stiffer around Faengrim, but does her duty fully. The crew is well aware of her tale of the shark eating her leg, she's told it a few times on a drunken evening at shore leave. Whether subconsciously or self-aware, she's a little more leery of the wereshark.
With just one left, Riori sticks to star-slinging, hurling the magic starknife that returned to her back out again.
The starknife returns to her hand. She takes a step eastward and with her free hand, pulls the other knife she has on her belt in case the giant still stands.
That crit requires a confirmation check. Right?
Riori moves forward to get a clear shot at the cyclopes, and hurls her magical starknife at cyclopes 2.
Desna dislikes these cyclopes apparently, and guides the starknife through a large chunk of the blinded cyclopes torso before it returns to Riori's hand.
Just FYI I will be very busy the next couple days and may be a little slow, but I will check in when I can. Bot me if necessary; she'll likely attack with her returning starknife unless someone needs a buff or heal more badly.
Riori takes the advantage of time and casts divine favor on herself.
"Dressing? Riori, a city girl, is not quite aware of the meaning of the word when it comes to hunting. She shrugs. "Do we move on or deal with these ones now?"
You have fun too! While we're at it, I'll be out Friday through Monday but we've got a few days to go before that happens.
Have fun!
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