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Sharvaros replies to Niu in that unpleasant voice with a scowl on his face "Never. I thought I could bring my beloved back to life. The art is dark and has its cost. The benefits are not there. Had I only known Gravagos before I burned her body, she would be with us now." The grouchy man is apparently overcome by the memories and walks away from you.
Replying to Niu's query in a scratchy and unnerving voice the grouchy mans says "Until someone or something raises them again. Sheriff, I recommend you burn every one of these things. I know a little about undead. I dabbled in necromancy after my wife passed. I do not pursue it like Cirthana suspects. I have no idea what power could cause an entire graveyard to raise. Something is very amiss here."
Sharvaros dismisses the hand and looks like he feels better. "If she was cured, Vierding is not afflicted."
Before your eyes, Jeva transforms. Those present now stare at Zevon. Sharvaros casts a spell DC 17 spellcraft. He casts another spell and a ghostly hand materialized in front of him. He reacts as if he is suddenly hurt . He concentrates on the spectral hand. It moves through the bars into Jeva's cell. She snaps at it as it approaches. It is untouched by the biting and presses itself against her belly. Sharvaros casts another spell DC23 to identify. The werewolf growls at the touch of the hand.
Sharvaros has opened a scroll that he made notes on to remind him of his preparations. He intently studies it while he waits. He mumbles to himself over and over "Foxes cunning, spectral hand, hold person, invisibility, mage armor, shield, magic missile, color spray, ray of enfeeblement."
Sharvaros enters the Sheriff's Office an hour before sundown. He looks unkempt as usual and he appears to be in serious concentration. He immediately takes charge. His mood is overbearingly dreadful and contagiouos. "Baleson, I will need them restrained facing outward so that I may enter without being bit. I may need to touch them to remove any curses. I can cast remove curse four times a day, not three as I previously told you."
"Iomedae, it is always good to see you. I am capable of casting Remove Curse. I suppose you will need my services the day before the full moon. It is fair to assume the afflicted will resist the spell. I can cast it but three times in a day. Where will this lycanthrope be located?"
"Sir, I would help you any way I could for rescuing my boy. I know of no way to cure lycanthropy."
Sharvaros' expression turns to a slight grin. "I am not one to help those because of their needs. I would help you for rescuing my son, however. Lycanthropy, to the best of my knowledge, can only be cured by a very experienced cleric within three days of the bite. I am no cleric, sir. I would help you if I could." He rubs his chin as he concentrates on other ways to address this. "Hmmm....A miracle or a wish might cure you of this. Those two spells are well beyond my powers and the cost is exorbitant with no guarantee of success."
He looks down at the boot blocking his door. He gives Zevon an irritated look. He naturally looks grumpy and tired to begin with. "Supernatural ailment, curse. You speak in odd terms, Vierding. I know nothing of what you speak. Thank you again for returning my son. I am sorry you have suffered. Surely it will heal with time. I have work to tend to if you will excuse me."
The door opens. Vade is bony and thin, with gray eyes and an unkempt black beard. He is glad to see his son. He thanks you and puts his hand on the door to close it. |
