Sorry,.. That's my mistake. Errata for NW instead.
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Rosanna glances shyly at the more confident half-elf "I agree" she says in a low whisper. "though i can't smell or hear anything... perhaps touch?" With that the slight girl moves to the southwest wall and carefully places the back of her left hand against the door there, trying to feel if the door itself feels hot.
Knowledge (Nature):
"They're rats," Rosanna says, squinting at thge distant shapes, "strange to see them this far from town."
"Hmmmm,.. I wonder," says Rosanna quietly from the back of the group, "Could it be an arrow and not a letter? Perhaps a sign that something's buried?" Rosanna moves forward to examine the ground for signs of disturbance, as she does so Aranca leaps from her shoulder and beggins sniffing at the ground. Perception (Rosanna):
Rosanna makes her way down the stairs to the sitting-room. Streaching her arms widely and yawning as she does so. Graciously she accepts a cup of tea from Kendra, breathing in the steamy fumes and taking a small sip. At mention of Cathran she glances up interested. "We can't let her go by herself! We must hurry!"
Rosanna looks up shyly from the woman who's wounds she is tending. Glancing between the two newcomers. Well she's a Half-elf like me Aranca, how is it though that she's so... confident with all these people around? I wonder, would she know of the elves? Maybe she'll join us and we'll find out more? As for the other, I think he's a gnome like the Professor told us about. He seems a bit... odd.
Rosanna instinctivley drops her eyes as the sheriff's attenetion, however, at the crowd's applause, she glances up in amazement at the cheers. As the applause continues her cheecks blush pink and she again lowers her eyes, but from shyness rather than fear. Assuming that the locals are all healed and no longer need care... Rosanna looks up at Grimburrow's words but hesitates to speak.
As the others hurry to put out the flames Rosanna attends to the townsfolk, using her herbs on those who are less badly injured but resorting to her Healing Hex if necessary.
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Spells Added: Fumbletounge, Burning Hands
Rosanna steps outside the temple, glancing about to see if the townfolk are OK. If any are suffering from burns or smoke inhalation she will move over and check on their health.. Heal check:
Reflex Save: - Yay! Seeing the skull in fromt of her disintegrate under Iovanna's blow, Rosanna flees the fire, patting out the flames that lick at her cloak she moves to the centre of the hall, on her way to help the injured townsfolk outside.
Rosanna gasps as the skull bites into her. Looking around for space to move back and heal herself she realises that she's somehow become blocked in between the stage, the fire and a bench. Warily she watches the skull, doing her best to avoid its next strike.
Unsure of what to do, and lacking any real way of hurting the skulls Rosanna warily watches as the skulls circle. What manner of creature is this Aranca? What can I do to help the others? Yes, yes you're right, if they are hurt i'll be able to do something.
Rosanna gasps, her hand going to her mouth, as the strange flaming skulls erupt from the dead woman. Staring in shock for a moment she then comes back to herself.
+1 for DM (or another PC) to bot absent players - standing around doing nothing in combat or other dangerous situations wrecks the flow of the game.
At Hrolf's words Rosanna looks up and blushes in shame, she hadn't had to deal with anything like this before and wasn't at all sure of herself. In response to the big man's words she pulls off her cloak and attempts, clumsily to help him extinguish the fire closest to her.
Rosanna rushes forward to the woman Hrolf saved, places her hands on the her burnt flesh and mutters softly under her breath...
"Oh my... Rosanna starts at the sudden explosion of fire in the hall. Taking in the scene with a glance she shouts out "Please you must calm down and help each other to get out safely. Quickly, to the doors. .
As the armoured woman approaches the stage Rosanna glances at her and then, forgetting herself, stares wide-eyed at the newcommer. Aranca, this woman, she looks a bit like me! Those ears and her eyes! Could it be that she is also a half-elf as The Professor said I am? I wonder if she knows of the elves? Why is she not worried about how these normal people will react to her? Well yes, it is a big sword, but even so..
Rosanna glances up as the two warriors make their way up to the stage. We should join them Aranca, they're good people and may have some need of healing as they journey to the Harrowstone. Besides, how else are we to deal with those who killed the proffesor. Yes, yes I know that these townfolk might be dangerous, but what else can we do? We must help them. The young half-elf silently rises to her feet and nervously makes her way to the stage without a word. Taking her place slightly behind Hrolf and Iovanna.
Rosanna follows the others into the crowded room, hunching her shoulders protectively and checking that her hood is concealing her features as much as possible. As the group make their way to the benches she finds a protected spot between Hrolf and Iovanna before glancing nervously around at the gathered throng. When the coucilman finally enters and the assembly erupts into confusion Rosanna huddles further within her deep cloak, clutching Aranca tight and storking him soothingly.
Rosanna looks up from the book, sighing in frustration. "Well i'm not achieving anything here. I suppose we'd better go to this meeting." Carefully she replaces the tome on its shelf and then pulls her hood up over her head to hide, as much as possible, her appearance.
[ooc]hope it's OK to offer some advice to help speed things along? if yes: As the GM in PBP you shouldn't wait for everyone to post before moving the story forward if necessary. NPCs in conversations should (if possible) assume some responses from PCs so that there's not too much of a lag - narative voice can help to speed things up in this way. With skill checks (perception is a good example) it can help to post the info recieved in spoilers so that players can access the info imediately when they succeed.
e.g. - {spoiler=perception DC 15:} You notice a shadowy figure in the alcove{/spoiler}
Rosanna looks up at the priest Where is this library? she asks, nervously, "The sooner we start, the sooner we can hope to find an explanation for what happened."
"Library? I can help to look for some explanation." says Rosanna, glancing at the others. "I do not believe that this man is guilty, not given,... what's been happening."
Rosanna moves into the temple, staring upwards in awe at the mighty building before glancing nervously around at the priests within.
"An attack? At the restlands? Was anyone hurt? I may be able to help." Rosanna speaks throwing a nervous glance at Gibs.
Rosanna looks up at Iovanna. "The flute's not magical, nor anything else that I can sense in this area." Rosanna looks around at the villiagers, and will move nervously towards any that seem hurt.
Rosanna starts at the broad-shouldered man's words, glancing about nervously as she lifts her hood back over her head. At Iovanna's words she nods and... concentrates.
Rosanna switches her gaze to the remaining stirge, her eyes once again seeming to shift to a redder colour as she concentrates...
Rosanna focuses her gaze on one of the stirges swooping at Iovanna. As she does so her eyes usual purple colour seems to shift to a blood red.
Looking down at the strige's shattered body, Rosanna shudders, stepping back to avoid a trickle of the drained blood staining the cobbles of the street. Looking up she sees Iovanna being swooped at by two of the flapping shapes. Quickly she moves over and concentrating, she uses her Healing Hex on the woman. Healing Hex:
Rosanna gasps as the stirge detatches itself and brings her dagger upwards in an arc as it flaps into the air... To Hit: , damage:
Gasping as the stirge's proboscis pierces her skin, Rosanna plaes as she feels the blood begin to drain. Frantically she grabs at the animal, trying to dislodge it. CMB:
"What the,.." Rosanna gasps as she sees the creatures swooping at the town's citizens. Grabbing at her knife she hurries towards the corner Iovanna just turned. As she does so she whilstles and Aracnca tears through the doorway after her, nibly jumping and climbing her cloak to reach her shoulder.
"Kendra. You're back. Did you manage to get everything you need?" Rosanna turns towards the woman as she comes in. "What's all the noise outside? Some type of festival?"
"What's that Hrolf? Those children and their ghastly song again?" Rosanna asks as she moves over to the window, pulling the curtains slightly to the side and peaking out.
"Well there doesn't seem to be any danger. Perhaps we should stay here with the fire and see what secrets these books have for us?" Rosanna takes the book about the Harrowstone and takes a seat on the couch, curling her long legs up to the side. As she does so Aranca jumps off her shoulder and curls himself into a ball in front of the fire. Carefully Rosanna opens the book to the first page and begins to read... Int test?
"Its about the Harrowstone" Rosanna says, looking up at Hrolf "I suppose Lady Kendra must have forgotten it was here. I wonder what was moving it around? In any case it should be useful. Should we see what happened downstairs?"
Rosanna peers into the room, looking for any sign of danger. Satisfied that no threat remains she steps forward, towards the book. Carefully she picks up the tome looking around for a space in a bookshelf where it may have come from. "What do you think it was?" she asks Hrolf, squinting down at the page the book had fallen open to.
"There was a sound" Rosanna turns to Hrolf "but it's stopped. Then a.. thud. We should find out what's going on." Steeling herself Rosanna puts her hand to the door handle and turns it....
Rosanna carefully puts down the tome she's reading and stands. Aranca glances up at her from his position on a comfortable pillow and skitters over to her. Rosanna picks up the weasel and puts him on her shoulder before carefully and softly making her way to Kendra's room, once there she places her ear to it, litening intently with her eye's half-shut. Perception: Hrolf:
Rosanna looks up at Hrolf, "I don't think that's the wind. We should,.. we should see what it is?"
"I suppose it must have been the wind?" Knowledge (religion)-untrained:
Huh,..? Rosanna carefully closes the book she's looking through and glances at Aranca, raising her fingerr to her lips to indicate quiet. Slowely, carefully she moves to the hallway and waits for Hrolf, keeping a careful eye on Kendra's door. When the big man arrives from downstairs she whispers, without turning away from the door. "What do you think it is? Should we open the door to find out?"
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