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"I'd rather push through back to my bed then stay anywhere remotely close to this place. Who know what other horrors lurk nearby?" Reaching into the bad of endless sweets, she says with a grin "Besides, I've been saving these triple sugar coated candied cherries for such an occasion! While not magical, I'm sure their energy will keep us awake enough for the trip back."
Looking to the cries of pain, Sabriyya nods in that direction and says "I think she found who she was looking for." With the healing wand in hand, she asks if anyone needs a bop before they continue on.
Just like Vasia, Sabriyya sends a burst of positive energy through the room.
Sabriyya hexes a ghast with her evil eye, trying to make it easier for her allies to a better chance to hit it. Afterwards, she tilts her head upwards slightly and begins to cackle.
Before they move on, Sabriya pulls the wand out of Melody's bag and taps Morgana on the head with it six times, insisting she has to physically make contact with the paladin's head to get every drop of magical healing out of the wooden device.
Though it's close, the shaman manages to climb along the path teetering this way and that. Once she's clear, she hexes Morgana again, hoping for better luck this time.
Undeterred by the bad luck, she keeps hexing but this time focuses on the bat itself. She tries to reduce its defenses for all of her allies while continuing to cackle.
Sabriyya looks to the glowing paladin and extends some luck to her, protecting her with her newest hex. She then begins to cackle, hoping to unnerve their bat-like foe. Protective Luck: The witch can cause fate to twist so that it benefits a creature within 30 feet for 1 round. Whenever that creature is targeted by an effect that requires an attack roll, including weapon attacks, the attacker must roll twice and take the worse result. A witch cannot use this ability on herself. Hexes that affect the fortune hex, such as cackle, also affect protective luck.
Sabriyya casts light on Morgana's blade before following closely with the others, ready to throw a hex or spell at Aldern or whatever danger awaits them.
Sabriyya is already out of the way, not wanting to be anywhere near this woman or thing or whatever she wants with Aldern. "If Aldern did this to her... Do you think that means...?" she says, trailing off before she finishes the question.
Sabriyya rolls her eyes at Jenica, sighing and complaining loudly "Really? Sobbing children. Haunted mansion. Mass murderer. Perfect setting for kissing and rewards. PLEASE!"
Sabriyya studies the house and shakes her head slowly back and forth. With a sigh she says "There is something very wrong here. This will not end well."
Shaman 5 Spells: Protection from Evil, Dispel Magic, Heroism
Sabriyya does her best to comfort the retching halfling, patting her back softly. She looks to Swan and nods silently, knowing the dirty work is going to be up to them to solve these terrible murders and undead appearances.
Sabriyya picks up the envelope and studies it. "Vasia. Another letter for you?" she asks more of a question than a statement. "How is that possible? He knew we were coming here? Did you know any of these people?" After handing the letter to Vasia she asks, "Well then. Shall we go visit the manor next?"
"You don't eat men, you are supposed to eat delicious sweets!" the shaman correct with a sigh before giving the ghoul the ole evil eye, reducing its defenses before cackling madly.
Sabriyya switches target to Amethyst's undead and hexes it, making it easier to hit while cackling madly.
Sabriyya targets one of the undead with her hex, attempting to lower its defenses so that her allies can quickly strike it down.
Sabriyya nods in agreement, "I concur, however, I should voice two concerns I have." "First. What if there is someone in there, hiding or injured?" "Second. What if there is evidence in there we need?"
Squeezing the halfling, Sabriyya's eyes twinkle with delight and she says "Wonderful! I'll stop by the bakery on our way out to pick up a special slice just for you."
"Are we riding again?" Sabriyya asks cautiously, "We still have those nice animals Mr. Foxglove purchased for us." The shaman puts her arm around Melody and pulls her tight, "Of course we're going to save the day again. We'll be right by each others side throughout it all. Say. Would you like some cheesecake?"
Sabriyya half-heartedly tries to calm the man down and yells "Hey you! Calm down before you scare everyone!"
Sabriyya scoops up said loot. "This is evidence, I'm taking it into our possession for examination and will make a determination on delivering it to the proper authorities if it is not required for further use in this investigation." With a nod, she turns to Habe and says "What else are you telling us?"
Sabriyya continues to cackle behind her companions, staring at Grayst Sevilla and further inflicting him another hex.
Sabriyya hexes him with an evil eye and then begins to cackle!
"Oh no, it's nothing like that." Sabriyya says, stepping to the front. "We're here to speak to the bodyguard who was a sole survivor of some gruesome attack recently." She raises a basket of fresh delights and says "I brought some sweets to share. Here. Have a cookie. It will help take away that frown of yours."
Sabriyya keeps bribing the older man with treats while they continue their discussion on Thassilon. "Thank you, Brodert. As Vasia mentions, we are helping the Sheriff with a murder where we found the symbol. We were hoping to ask you for some additional information that we could use to better track down this murderer and stop them before they kill again."
The blood, gore and death don't seem to affect the shaman like the spiritualist, so she doesn't quite understand her squeemishness. Shrugging, Sabriyya says "Suit yourself." She shoves the tart into her mouth and begins to eat it, licking her fingers when she's done. She thinks back to their discovery, confused "It is quite curious that they used that particular symbol. I do not understand it."1
Sabriyya nods her head along with Vasia, agreeing with everything the spiritualist says. "I've studied Thassilon quite a bit myself. Too much time around Brodert Quink, I think. The man is always asking me for cherry tarts!" She shakes her head, trying to clear the thought from it. "From the marsh? Then the sawmill would be the first building it found - but there's nothing there..." There is a lot of farmlands out in the Hinterlands, it could have come from anywhere. As they talk, Sabriyya pulls out a cherry tart which breaks in her hand, the red cherry oozing slightly into her palm. "Tart anyone?"
"I noticed that the mill was working last night. Thorn and two other millers usually work late at night there. Sometimes they come by tbe bakery before we close just as their shift begins. They work through the night which causes a lot of heartache for those nearby because the infernally creaking log-splitter keeps them awake all night."
Sabriyya nods to Vasia "Correct. I concur."
Examining the footprints, Sweets says "It's a barefoot print, which is odd. It stinks badly as well. I do not think we are dealing with the ordinary here." Leaning to Melody, Sweets whispers "I do not think you will find answers in Ms. Deverin's rear end." With a teasing smile, she winks and adds "Though you can certainly try."
Group gatherings were perfect opportunities for fattening allies. When she received notice to meet at the Sheriff's office, the first thing she did is gather a half-dozen jelly and a half-dozen cream power covered pastries and gently stick them in her bag. Moving along down the street towards the office, she catches Swan ahead of her and moves to catch up with him. "Good morning, Swan. How are you this fine day?" Pushing inside for the briefing, she doesn't let the Sheriff speak until she's handed out goodies to everyone. She then nods to him to proceed, taking a seat next to Swan and rest her hand in his lap while he talks. The note causes her some concern and she looks among her group as if she were able to determine to whom it was from. She asks "Vasia. Do you have any idea who this is from?"
Shaman 4 Hex: Cackle
Of note, Temporal Celerity means I get to roll for initiative twice. So if you use a macro for init, add a second line for me please!
Sabriyya raises her crossbow and takes aim, hoping her shot does enough to injure it.
Rolling her eyes, the shaman sighs and says "We need to work on your jokes, dear." Focusing back on their enemy, Sabriyya moves on to the creature's attacks, attempting to reduce the damage taken from them with her hex. .
Sabriyya squints and tries to eyeball the creature's heritage, but cannot. For now, it remains a "thing". She gives the thing her evil eye look, trying to lower it's defenses.
"What do you mean you can't bring her back?!" Sabriyya asks, somewhat panicked by the strange turn of events. "Hold on, hold on-" she says, moving up next to Morgana. She reaches out and places a hand on her shoulder. At the touch, the paladin feels her skin harden and grow tougher. "Okay, go! GO!" she says, with urgency.
"One moment. Everyone gather around me please. I'd like you all to form a circle and hold hands." Once everyone abides, she calls out to the ancestors and thanks them for their guidance and assistance in overcoming Nualia and thwarting who knows what untold evil plot that would have taken many lives. As the prayer concludes, she channels positive energy that washes over everyone.
After the prayer, she takes Swan's hand and accomplish them upstairs.
Watching the aasimar fall allows the witch to breathe out a sigh of relief, wondering how much more punishment her team was going to take before they could knock her down. Turning to focus on the hound, she tries to lower its defenses for her team.
Sabriyya gets in on the action and raises her crossbow, firing at Nualia. "Your time has come to an end here, this time for good!"
"Maybe next time try more nice words?" Sabriyya says, casting a healing spell and then moving ahead to get behind Morgana. She reaches out with her hand to discharge the divine gift on the injured paladin.
Sabriyya closes her eyes and leans in to give Swan a quick good luck kiss. "Try not to die, alright?" she says helpfully.
Sabriyya reaches out and places an arm on Amethyst's shoulder "Let me help protect you from whatever may come." She then casts protection from evil on the magus, hoping to shield her from the dangers within.
"Morgana. Perhaps use some caution before proceeding?" Sabriyya states helpfully. "Or maybe just let sin incarnate over there,"
"Fascinating how, exactly?" Sabriyya asks, turning to Melody. She tilts her head slightly and holds a serious expression on her face before being unable to hold in her laughter and breaking into a grin with a wink. She turns back to the passageway ahead of them and asks before continuing on "And we trust that Lyrie and Orik won't set up an ambush from behind us when we go downstairs, why exactly?"
"Wise choice." Sabriyya says with a satisfied smile, folding her arms on her chest and stepping out of the way.
"Yeah. You should probably just walk away out of this place and not look back. I don't think it's going to end well for Nualia."
"I wish it were so simple." Sabriyya says, shaking her head but deciding there is no need to get into it further. She walks back to the others to see if negotiations have completed yet or not.
As Sabriyya puts the soap back in her bag, she says "When I shove it into her mouth, I'll let her know I had your blessing in doing so." Finishing and closing up her pack, and quite miffed at Jenica's attitude, she turns back to Vasia and says "I'm responsible for Melody's well-being. I don't mind letting her explore things she is interested in life, but I would appreciate it she wasn't being force-fed continuous thoughts of smut from your strumpet."
Sabriyya turns to face Jenica, forgetting all about Mr. Muscles and the burlap sack. She levels her finger at Jenica and says "Do not bring your lustful corruption into that poor, young girl's mind! She needs none of that right now." Looking over at Vasia, she adds "Perhaps we should be talking about washing Jenica's mouth out as well." She bends down and reaches into her pack and pulls out a bar of soap before walking over to Vasia and handing it to her.
"MELODY PEPPLEFOOT!" Sabriyya says, her neck snapping around as she catches the bard's statement. "We will be washing your mouth out with SOAP this evening, young lady!" she says, scolding the halfling.
"Thick. Burlap. Sack." Sabriyya repeats firmly, emphasis added efter each word.
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