"I've got enough for about one more spell, I'd say, so if it gets back up I can try to destroy it," Siné says as she prepares herself by the door. She sheathes her scimitar and gets ready to cast cure light wounds if the skeleton breaches the door.
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"Judging by the level of desiccation here, I don't think I'll have much luck reading anything from the corpse," Sinésiel says, clutching her holy symbol tightly in her shield-hand. "I'm not exactly skilled with medicine or autopsies, but if anyone is we might be able to glean something important here. Why is there a headless skeleton in a cell? Was the decapitation the cause of death or did it happen postmortem? If the person here was beheaded, why put them back here?"
Siné thinks back on the vision in the attic with a grimace, wincing at Talib's glance. She waits to see what Rissi and Tali do before moving along to the cell block with Talib and Mylok. Her upbringing helping the sick and needy has given Siné a rather dim view of men drinking alcohol as a coping mechanism in dire straits. Even worse, with Tali out of spells she worries for the young woman's ability to protect herself.
As soon as she's sure that all of the enemies are downed, Siné sheathes her weapon and makes her way over to check on Madge. She knows that there isn't much to hope for, but considers it her duty to check up on the woman before leaving her here with her "father". "Is everyone alright?" Siné asks in a soft tone as she kneels next to the halfling. "Much as I'm glad to see you're back Mylok, we've been through hell here. Then again, judging by your appearance and your tone you have, too. Luckily for us, far as I can tell, there isn't much of this place left to explore. We must be getting ever closer to the truth."
"Mylok?" Sinésiel exclaims from inside the room. "Is that really you? Gotta say, you've got some timing!" With that, she takes another swing at the zombie in front of her. She can't get through the doorway from where she is without creating an opening, so for now she stays still.
Seeing that Rissi and Tali made their way out of the room, Siné focused completely on her target.
"I'm gonna angle back to the doorway, I think it'd be best to bottleneck them!" Siné yells over to Talib. Hope these creatures can't understand what I'm saying...
Sinésiel moves to get between one of the zombies and Tali, lashing out at the creature with her scimitar.
"Try not to get caught between the other two, Talib!" Siné yells to him. "If you have to corner yourself to keep from getting stabbed in the back I'll be right over there to back you up!"
Oh my, that's a lot all on your plate at once. I'm glad to hear things are at least starting to look up for you and your family. We've all missed you very much!
Sinésiel moves past Talib and swings her scimitar at the undead creature with deadly accuracy. "Don't look, Tali! Do what you can, but we'll keep you safe!"
"Dammit, don't go in alone!" Siné yells after them. She flashes a glance and nod to Talib, a sort of sign to tell him to keep an eye out. Rushing in after the two women, Siné stands behind Tali protectively, sword drawn, examining the room.
"I hate to sound paranoid, Talib," Sinésiel begins, the crushing atmosphere of the room and the present events adding a quavering to her voice. "But the spirits of this place might well be watching us right now. If I had to guess, I think they're waiting for us to turn on each other so that they can strike." After giving her thoughts on the situation, she positions herself on the other side of the door and prepares an attack with her weapon should anything that appears malicious break through. Readied attack:
Sinésiel, wanting to interject on Tali's behalf, stops short as she notices the darkening in the room. Gods, no more of this, please... Knowledges:
While Sinésiel wouldn't normally condone Talib's behavior, after the things that they had all been through it seemed right by her. Knowing that her force of personality is far from her strong-suit, she stands by with weapon drawn and keeps an eye out on their surroundings.
I could lie to her, but I don't know that Talib would go along. I think I've embarrassed myself enough for one night in front of this crowd.
Sinésiel sees Talib's rather obvious side-effects of the poison. While she feels pretty lethargic from her run in with toxins earlier, she knows Talib is a much more effective fighter than herself. Heal those in need. Grant succor to the sick and weary. The platitudes of the Dawnflower's faithful run through her head, and though she knew she would never be among those chosen to receive her divine grace, she knew that the words were right by her companions. "Rissi, I believe you have a potion that could help Talib's stiffness," Siné says, turning to the bard and speaking in a soft voice. "Would you mind handing it over to him?"
Worried for Talib, Sinésiel makes a determined swing of her blade at the giant centipede between them.
"Hang in there, Talib!" Siné yells to him. She attacks the centipede between them with her scimitar, doing her best to use the creature's preoccupation with Talib to their advantage.
"Understood," Sinésiel says while she draws her weapon and gets into position. In her off hand she has her shield and holy symbol at the ready. "Try not to wade in too far, that waste water will make you sick."
Overwhelmed by the rooms certain... je ne sais quoi, Siné will look pleadingly to Talib with her hand covering her nose and mouth. "See anything interesting? Can we leave?"
"Not to be crass, Tali," Siné says, her skin pale and her stomach turning. "But your pick smells like an outhouse." Taking a moment to breathe better air back at the steps down, she turns to Talib. "Want me to take point? I've got a shield, so if something comes right for us I've got a better shot of not getting hurt."
"Maybe the basement first, then?" Sinésiel suggests, flashing Talib an apologetic smile. "I don't know that any of us can see in pure darkness, though I know many sorceresses can summon light. Would you mind giving it a try for us, Tali?"
"Two women," Siné says after taking a moment to center herself. "An elf and a human. They were struggling to keep the door closed against someone banging on the other side. They looked so... sad about it." Offering a small prayer to Sarenrae, she draws her holy symbol into her shield-hand as a hopeful ward against evil.
"Thanks for patching me up, Rissi," Sinésiel says after the healing spell. She rolls her shoulders and stretches a bit. "Feeling better than ever!" As they enter the previously locked room, Siné nods at Rissi's suggestion. "I would imagine there are going to be some seriously negative associations with the interrogation and the execution prep rooms. We should be ready in case any more malevolent spirits manifest." Placing her hands on the handle of the door to the interrogation room, Siné will focus on it and see if she can glean any information about this place's past.
Took some light narrative liberties on my new class abilities, hope that's alright. Trying to really get back into character after the protracted break.
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While Sinésiel certainly knew plenty about the Master of the First Vault, she wasn't entirely all that understanding of his faithful. She'd grown up being taught to help the poor and destitute of Absalom, and the "never give handouts" mentality of the faith had always seemed heartless. However, even though her and Talib hadn't exactly shared too many personal details, the man was making her realize that maybe her first impressions lacked nuance. While she did not join him directly, she bows her head, closes her eyes and whispers a phrase after he finishes his prayer. "So it is judged." The brief respite is nice, and Sinésiel can't help but smile as Talienda dozes off on her shoulder. She draws her silver holy symbol and cradles it in both hands. So foolish to think the Dawnflower would choose a naive child as a representative, she thinks, her smile for Talienda's warmth becoming wan. Too bad for Her, though. What my mother healed I will prevent with my shield. What my instincts fail I will study. I will earn Her blessing with my blood, sweat and tears. Resolved to protect the others, Sinésiel grasps the symbol tight. Images of her mother's embrace tug at the corners of Siné's mind, and she feels a new bond with the silver implement. Vigor renewed, Siné takes a hand off the symbol and runs her fingers through Tali's hair to try and softly wake her. "The Dawn Brings New Light," she whispers. "All we need do is emerge back into the world to see it."
Awesome! For spells I took resistance for my knack and hold portal for my 1st level.
For now I just took average HP, but if you'd rather we roll just lemme know GM ~ Level 2: +7 HP = +5 (d8) +1 con +1 favored class fort +1 will +1 BAB +1 more skill ranks 3rd implement (abjuration) = new spells known, new focus and resonant powers magic item skill +1 object reading +1 mental focus +1 1st level spell slot
Siné hugs Talienda close and, after she finishes getting tended to, pats the sorceress on the head. "Thanks, Tali," she says with a smile. She turns to Rissi, and after a brief moment of contemplation responds. "I don't think I'm sick, though I guess only time will tell. Every time that thing stabbed me I felt numb. As for healing, I think I'll be alright for now." Last, she looks to Talib and gives an appreciative nod. "Thanks for saving me. Again. I'll do my best to return the favor, though I hope we're nearly done with things trying to kill us for the day."
"Gods you're a lifesaver, Talib!" Sinésiel exclaims before stepping back forward with her scimitar and taking a swing at the ghoul-stirge.
Unfortunately the numbness in her arm gets the better of her, and her swing goes wild. Damn beast is gonna make me useless!
Staggered by the attack from the creature that she is trapped with and concerned about the numbness in her chest, the only thing she can think to do is drink a potion to help with the wound she has taken and hope Talib can break through soon. Actions:
Feeling invigorated by the potion, she stands ready with her weapon. "I'm alright so far!" she yells to her friends below. "But I'm out of potions and I'm not sure I can kill this thing alone!"
That about checks out. I'll just allocate my 1 new point of focus to whatever school I unlock (I think I had been set on abjuration previously, I'll have to look again). So same things for additional HP? Just stack new HP on top? I prefer skeleton to zombie, by the way. Nothing worse than being slowed!
Should I uh, prepare my exit well-wishes? :p I'm assuming we won't have a chance to rest anytime soon, so what will we be doing about gained spell slots from leveling up and things like re-allocating my mental focus?
"Can do," Sinésiel says, drawing her weapon once again and taking position at the back of the group. "It'll be alright, lets just make sure to stick close together." Patting Tali on the shoulder she gives the best smile she can muster given the circumstances.
Updated the loot sheet with the potion that I drank. Thankfully we have a pretty solid stock of them still. Also, I know it has been said many a time, but damn I miss Mylok.
Following the others, Sinésiel realizes just how lethargic she's feeling and drinks one of her potions of cure light wounds.
Better already, she thinks, thinking of the many nights her mother would stay up performing such magical feats on Absalom's poor and weary. The worries of whether or not she could live up to that legacy have started to slip from her mind since getting trapped in this horrid place, though when it came to keeping her and her companions alive was the time it always stuck in her mind. "I'd say we should try to find a way to try and slide on down," she says, looking out at the dilapidated scenery. "But something tells me whatever wants to keep us here isn't going to let that happen. Breaking from her morose musings, she takes a look about the belfry.
No, unfortunately. I ended up GMing every block of the weekend so I'm not sure that I left the organized play room for any more than to sleep and eat. Had a great time, though!
Talienda: Feeling drained past her limit, Sinésiel begins to cry as well as the younger woman clutches her. She hugs Tali back and, keeping her voice fairly even, speaks soft and slow. "Our captor and this place are determined to take everything they can from us," she says, a rising malice tainting her soft tone with pangs of guilt. "You could have killed Halgrak and you didn't. You stayed your own hand, Tali. No one else could have done that for you. What we do here in this accursed place we do to survive." After a few moments holding Tali while she cries, Siné attempts to lift the younger woman's chin and wipe her tears. "We should go back," she says softly, motioning with her head to the room they'd left. "Splitting up here is more dangerous than we can afford."
Very sorry for my overlong absence, everyone! After getting home from PAX I ended up getting the stomach flu and then infecting everyone else I live with :( Should be back in full force though, now!
Tears welling in her eyes from both the pain and the loss of another juror, Sinésiel steels herself and slashes at Halgrak. "We can't risk ourselves here, Tali," she says, her tone somber and reserved. "They're just as gone as Malgrim."
Unsure of how to manage the one hostile and one potentially hostile, Siné stands in the way of Halgrak and her newfound friends. If Halgrak makes any sort of hostile maneuver she will attack him. Readied attack:
Attack of Opportunity:
Just as a heads up I'll be at PAX Unplugged this weekend so I won't be able to post from Friday 12/6 to Sunday 12/8.
Siné will draw her weapon and skirt around to approach Halgrak, doing what she can to keep her eyes on Ebin. "Halgrak," she says softly, appraising the man's condition with an embarrassingly untrained eye. "We're here now. Everything is going to be just fine."
"Thank you for your trust," Sinésiel says with a light blush. "We're lucky to have been thrust into this with each other, I think. I do wish Mylok were here, though. Hope he's doing okay."
Wracking her brain to think of anyone who has a scarred face among the other jurors, Sinésiel speaks in a deliberate tone. "She stabbed their face. They brushed their cheek with their hand and it came away bloody," she says, shuddering at the memory that did not belong to her.
"It's alright, we'll find him soon as we catch our breath," Sinésiel says, placing a gentle hand on Talienda's shoulder. "Sorry for my delayed actions, everyone. I had another one of those strange visions about this place." She picks up the toy closest to her. "I'm pretty sure that spirit was a woman who died in an attic just like this—maybe even this one. She was murdered, though she struck back with her sewing needle before she was. She had beautiful red Varisian scarves..." She trails off in a sorrowful tone. How much has happened here? How many died for this injustice? Dawnflower, please illuminate the truth for us.
Breaking further from the stupor of her vision, Sinésiel draws her scimitar and attacks one of the dolls.
"Tali, if you can, get out one of those scarves! It may distract her, just trust me!"
Recovering from the shock of her vision, Sinésiel sluggishly begins to take action. Her companions' requests breaking her out of her stupor, she pulls out the incense from earlier and lights it in hopes that it will take effect as soon as possible.
Sinésiel pulls out the incense from earlier and lights it, hoping that it takes effect much sooner than later. "I don't think it's going to be retreating from us this time around!"
Not to be a Debbie downer, but I don't know that anyone formally picked up the incense, looking back. That could be problematic, to say the least...
"The stairs would make the most sense, I agree," Sinésiel says, lost in thought about the fire opals. "I'm going to go check on Talib." She makes her way back into the room, and oblivious to whatever the man is doing lightly grabs his sleeve and whispers to him. "What should we do about Patrissa? At any other time I'd wave her jewelry off as less than even circumstantial, but this is different. There's no way she isn't hiding something."
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