With a grave attitude, Salfon jumps behind Vaughn. With minor hand movements, he cast a ward on the fighter.
After his magic is cast, he shouts to Vaughn "Destroy it quickly!"
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Salfon senses the creatures unease. He remains silent and watches Kyren speak with it.
Pulling a large glob from his hair, Salfon praises the alchemist. "Wonderful shot. And no illusion could be this disgusting, Vaughn." Salfon turns to Alcheringa, "You've been quiet. What do you think of this, my friend? Perhaps Blaze can small his way around this; make sense of this place."
...this freakish femme from getting at the squishies.
"Curious. This looks the work of some dark cult. I'll check the bodies for left behind magics."
"Perhaps sloth refers to a lazy and uncareful binder?"
Taken aback, Salfon begins to cast minor magics.
"This reminds me of the days of laying out the dead in Korvosa..."
Salfon smiles and touches the halfling's shoulder with the tip of his wand. "Sorry, miles away everyone." He puts his hand to his chin as if thinking, and once again speaks "Sloth should be fun... Anyone else?" He holds the short wand, gesturing to the rest of the group.
"Now I really don't like this place." says Salfon as he pulls bits from his mouth. "Next time we open a door, Vaughn, allow me to cast some protections on you."
As Vaughn reaches for the door, Salfon murmurs "This could all be a guise to confuse us, scare us. Horrible architects with access to magic are a creative bunch. Still, I'd rather not perish to this voice. Perhaps retreat is called for. May Sarenrae hear it, I hate traps..."
"Maybe in the eyes of the builder, all these sins were identical, and effected your fate the same. Or perhaps they were quite boring themselves..." The cleric calls from the back. He then questions "But why even have these rooms? Who stayed here?"
Salfon rises from his silence and contemplates Perhaps the rooms were designed to keep someone in. Could these doors be opened from both sides? A boring prison..."
As the others check the door, Salfon pays close attention to the darkness behind them. The voice of this place has obviously scared the man.
Salfon nods in agreement with Vaughn and falls into line, keeping his eyes on the rear.
"Leaving unchecked rooms behind us would be most unwise in this forsaken place."
"I believe we can continue, but best be on high guard. The old magic has faded with time, but perhaps this was meant to serve as a symbol of the keeper's power. Powerful mages look for vile ways to prevent or embrace death and protect what was theirs. Let us be quick." Salfon says as he prepares his blade.
Salfon merely looks into the room, and judges that his Elven and Halfling friend can see much better here. But he takes the time, while Berry looks at the lock, to quickly cast a spell.
Salfon remains quiet, thinking of the necromancy they'll surely come to face. He waits to be led to the elders before asking about the evils.
Salfon nods in respect to the priestess and keeps his Dawnflower pendant fully exposed, silently pointing out his affiliation.
"No heat, and it tends to stay out of the way. Almost seems as if it has a mind of its own... A fellow priest in Korvosa gave it to me when I set off for Kaer Maga. He claimed that one of Thalachos' doves had given it to him when he was lost in the Ashwood." After a short silence, he adds "Regardless if he speaks truth, it is a blessing of Everlight..." Salfon quiets after speaking, and follows.
Salfon agrees to take the rear and throws a tiny stone into the air. It burst into a tiny, blue flame and begins to orbit the cleric's head. "Let us not dwell in this place too long. Heights are one thing, graves another."
Salfon starts to visibly sweat. He seems not to be fond of flying, or the idea of heights in general. Whenever anyone comes close enough, he holds onto them tightly. Watching Alcheringa, he can at least smile up here, noting the druid's ease of flight. As Vaughn points out the cave entrance, Salfon closely follows.
Salfon gulps as he starts to descend and begins awkwardly trying to swim towards the group. As he starts to drift further, a look of panic crosses his face. He looks back towards the group and starts to silently scream, fearing to attract any attention.
Salfon listens eagerly to the conversation Kyren and Alcheringa share. He nods at everything they both say.
While Salfon lurches over in pain, he whimpers "Perhaps it's for the better; I'm not sure Kyren would have survived such a hug. Plus, I'm sure his girl will enjoy the skulls." After a few short breaths, he turns to Bobo "With as much that goes on here, I'm not sure you could have a romantic dinner."
"Perhaps the subtle arts of courting don't apply to... Cesco's kind. Tell me Cesco, what do ogres of your might usually do to impress a lady?" Salfon ask, pushing himself from the wall.
Salfon breathes a sigh of relief and chimes in: "Perhaps Berry is right; talking may be the best answer here. Do you know anything about... her?".
Thanks. These are both great answers. He was looking at bastard swords and a mount, and our ranger had read treantmonk's guide on rangers, and of course, wanted to make a switch hitter. I don't like them min/max, but I like them feeling "at home" in the story. Thanks again.
Salfon, eager to hear the Ogre's plan, comes into the room. He nods to the ogre, but does not introduce himself. He waits patiently to hear its true intentions.
Salfon peers over the edge of his book at the ogre and lowers his head. He pays special attention to its actions while inside the Revive.
"I'm sure will be just meeting tillers, but this does sound like a great opportunity." Salfon says as he nods his head.
The talk of cannibalism has kept the cleric very quiet. He looks of from his book as Kyren asks who will attend. "I would like to join you, as well."
Salfon spends some hours after shopping alone in the Revive, praying and tending to his holy book. On a trip out to get a drink, he notices the new hole illuminating the building. He steps back into his room, grabs The Birth of Light and Truth, sit in the light and begins to read. He looks to the druid, and whispers "Brilliant...".
After a short meal, Salfon decides to venture out and attempt to find a church or mission to deliver a tithe to. After this, he attempts to find a way to make carrying his new heavy armor easier.
Salfon chases Alcheringa out. "Take these as well. Whatever you can get from them, consider it yours." he says to the druid as he hands him his old armor.
After a few minutes of absence, Salfon comes from a room, almost glowing in his new armor. "I've never felt so safe." he says, smiling. "Such an amulet would allow me a free hand. Would anyone mind if I took this?" he says, holding the necklace high.
"Beyond the gift of making the rightful decisions with the power you hold, I would ask of you wisdom beyond age; something to give me knowledge without reason. If not this, any armor you would deem worthy of an agent of good. And perhaps, a small tithe for any church of the Dawnflower you may pass." Salfon says with the lowest of bows.
Salfon appears speechless afront the bounty. After a moment he murmurs "Surely, when we split it, part of my share will be a tithe. I'll just need to locate a temple in Kaer Maga."
Salfon approaches the duskwarden in charge. "A few tunnels back in this maze of a mansion, we found very sickly, dead people. We may want to bring them out, see if anyone is missing."
Salfon lowers his head at the harsh words. He mumbles a short prayer of redemption under his breath.
"Do any of you require healing?" asks Salfon.
Salfon turns to his feline friend and pets it quickly with the wand.
"Surely, my friend. I just hope we can catch our breath."
Salfon flicks his wrist and taps the fighter blank times. "Anyone else before they get here?"
Round 11
Salfon worries for his fighters, and follows them to gang up on Vulturan.
Round 12 As Vulturan pummels Vaughn, Salfon cures the minor wounds.
Round 10 Salfon jumps behind the fighters as the statue breaks into life, and tries to prepare them for the incoming Vulturan.
Round 10 Salfon waits to see if Vaughn can down the beast.
Round 9 Thinking to leave the smashing to his friends, Salfon again tries to replenish Vaughn.
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