She looks at the potion, raises an eyebrow, and smiles after a second. "I know you have a lot on your plate, Alvis. I'll cover this." She reaches for the flask and stores it on her belt.
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"I mean I'm not planning to be a meatshield again. You sure someone else shouldn't have it?" Teela tilts her head as she looks at Alvis. She picks up a small wood axe. "For chopping. I can carry it, I guess.", she shrugs, looking through the saddlebags for anything else that could be handy. She pulls out the signal whistle and hands it to Scarlet. "Here ya go, Scarlet Knight. In case you need help. I think you've proven yourself at this point." She pats him on the shoulder as she walks past slowly, careful not to step on slippery rocks or roots.
I was imagining we're doing a rope ladder instead of a regular hard ladder.
Back to the sycamore. We got a ring to find.
The seamstress shrugs. "Past Teela's mistakes, past Teela's problems. Future Teela can learn from it. Maybe." She waves her hand dismissively. "If not me, it would have been someone else. Ultimately, we all pulled through. Together." She stirs the pot as she looks around, then lifts the wooden spoon to smell and taste the contents of the pot. Tilting her head sideways, she considers the taste, but does a little magic before tasting again. She nods. "This flavour-rich, warm, soothing soup will be my thanks to everyone. So, thank you. Dig in." On the topic of a war leader, Teela shakes her head. "Apparently, I am already a quartermaster. Don't need another chair, so you'll have to fight for it." She does a quiet slurp from her spoon as she leans back against the cave wall. "Sorry. I mean among yourselves."
Teela looks around, noticing the sombre mood of the camp. "Well, damn. You all look like you're sorry I survived." She chuckles. "Lighten up a bit, or you'll attract rainclouds." She plays a cheerful melody on her harp as she cooks the food over the fire.
Teela comes to once more, hopefully for good now. Still pale, she itches all over. The motions of her hands reflect that sensation. She looks at Alvis kneeling next to her. "Thanks. I feel like an ox just pushed me out of its assho- posterior." She scratches her forearm. "Plus the itch. Such a fun experience. Moving on?"
The seamstress' eyes roll back as she loses consciousness again. The belt she was biting into falls limply into the mud.
Teela barely has time to swallow the antidote as she grunts through her teeth in response to Alvis pouring alchemy over her leg. "Ow! I'm still conscious, you know. For now..." She undoes one of her belts, bends it in half and chomps down on it. She takes a breath and gestures for Alvis to carry on.
Twitching slightly, Teela shuffles through her bag. She pulls out a few potions and starts reading the labels. "No... No... U-uh..." She finally finds the one she was looking for, uncorks and quaffs the thing, breathing heavily as she barely holds back the stomach juices.
After hearing the death throes of the overgrown vermin in the fissure, Teela stops her drumming. She slides to the ground, pale. "I'm just going to..." she whispers between breaths, "...rest a bit."
Finally, on solid ground, Teela stands up and retreats to the back of the pack. Despite her injuries, she doesn't seem to be losing her stride. She taps the roots as she moves, and the sound emanates through the room.
"No. Teela shakes her head. "No retreating. Chop it into fillets."
Teela starts tapping the roots again to give the party some rhythm. But with much less gusto than usual. She seems quite pale compared to her usual self, but some colour returns to her cheeks. For now.
"Aah!" Teela is initially content after having grabbed one of the nearby roots, but then shouts in panic when assaulted by an extremely overgrown cantipede. The creature snaps its mandibles into Teela's leg and the woman goes pale. She attempts to get back to solid ground before anything else.
Well, guys. It was fun. Looking into new characters.
Teela peers over the chasm, then pulls out another length of rope. She secures one end of the rope to a nearby root with a knot, coils the rest and tosses it over the ravine repeatedly, until the other end of the rope remains on the side. Once that is done, she pulls out her harp and plucks at the strings. Across the chasm, light blue mist coalesces into a humanoid shape. While the seamstress continues to pluck, the shape picks up the other end of the rope, loops it through several roots and ties a knot around the last one. When Teela stops playing, the form dissipates into a cloud of mist and into the wind. She puts her harp away and tugs at the rope with reasonable force to make sure it's actually secure. "Right. That should do. I hope. Wish me luck." She removes one of her belts and kneels down. She lifts the rope to her waist and ties the belt around her waist again, securing herself to the rope. Using the setup, she attempts to monkey crawl across the chasm.
"This Sharptooth. Teela lens over whoever is nearest. "Anyone knows what it looks like?"
Sighing, Teela throws a handful of rations to the kobold. She looks him over as he kneels to pick up the sword.
"Tell him to stand still.", she mutters as she pulls out some bandaging to treat his lacerations.
I know the feeling. I need to recharge after a weekend with a lot of people as well. As for Meepo, we were voting in discord, and it's 4/6 votes to let him come with us.
Well, that's just a gross oversimplifi..." Teela starts to respond, but stops when Quintessa turns around. She stands there, mouth open, index finger for emphasis raised and pointing at the noble. "Really? Some real good negotiating there." She throws her hands in the air. "If he stabs you in the kidneys, ask Alvis."
"Goddamnit. A damn frost giant problem every other day with you guys. We can put it to a vote."
"Right..." Teela mutters after Velas translates the conversation. She moves around the party, dusting everyone off to clean them up (and casting Prestidigitation on EVERYONE - yes, even Bucky - throughout the process). "I'm not giving the kobold anything. I don't know about you, but I'm not feeling comfortable moving around unknown territory with a potential problem trailing us."
"You say that, 'pacify over purge'. We'll see." Teela gestures towards the rust-coloured staining on Velas' shirt. "Kobolds, maybe. Mites... Eeeh, I'm not feeling too merciful there. Not anymore."
Teela raises an eyebrow towards Bucky. "What do you mean? We're here for a ring, man. Focus! I'm-" she pauses to consider what she is about to say. "I mean we're here for like two hours? I'm not tired or anything. Anyone else?", she looks around, then looks at the kobold. "Why do you fight them? Is this a generational thing?" Teela looks at the group. "Hey, if they've been fighting for YEARS, one side would have gotten the upper hand already, no? Must be recent."
After finishing the medical kind of stitching, Teela makes a few quick fixes to whatever Vela considers a shirt these days. "Sorry, Velas. Rest will have to wait." She looks at the rags formerly recognised as clothing, then a smirk starts curling up on one side of her face. "Then again, showing some skin can't hurt. Wounds should breathe sometimes. Yours are cleaned up, so it should be fine. Just don't break a long bone. That's trouble."
"I'll make a new one for you, Velas. Don't worry about the shirt, but those crimson patches are concerning. They'll just keep retreating. Let's take a break here? Lick our wounds and- oh..." Teela notices the chained kobold in the room. "Someone tell it we can give it food and water before Bucky breaks the chains, please. It's the first thing to speak with us here, and probably because it is chained." She looks around, sighs, and pulls out some dried meats and her physician's bag. "We can also clean those wounds up. If it waits." She tosses the food towards the kobold. "Alright, everyone. Sit down and let me take a look at you. Least I can do after my stellar performance in that scuffle..." Status:
Faen 18/26hp Scarlet Knight 18/34hp Quintessa 9/22hp Graham 19/30hp Velas 14/28hp, wounded 1 10 min > 18 + 7 = 25
If Teela's legs swinging wildly from the ceiling are not a testament to her survivalist skills, nothing is. She lets go a few seconds later, landing and almost tripping over a root. But she manages to remain upright. She offers her trademark fake curtsy to Quintessa. "Right. I trusted you guys could do it. My homicidal little maniacs." She looks around for signs of language. "What did I miss? Besides the stabbing and slicing..." she asks as she rolls over a dead mite with her foot.
Teela attempts to descend further.
And further...
But she can't find a route as she continues tapping the roots to imitate war drums.
Teela makes a meek attempts at descending further, but she keeps tapping on the roots to keep the rhythm up. What would have been just a tapping sounds does actually translate to a melody through her magics.
Having almost crashed through the shaft, Teela grabs onto a nearby root and stops just above Alvis. "Whew! That was close." she looks at the dwarf. "How does it look down there?"
"Close me off my right and noble track.", Teela begins her descent into the mosh pit. She continues singing as she does so. "Will I ever get back? Will I ever get back? They don't haunt youwhoawhoa!" She loses her grip and falls. She tries to crab onto something to stop her fall.
Teela walks forward, looks down into the hole, considers her options, but remains in place. She continues in her previous, oddly fitting, song. "The whole town needs us here to get down. When I feel it crawling,
Scarlet, you can just delay for now and step in when you feel like it. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Teela follows after Faen. "I speak the language, so I should be in the first batch, probably." She looks at the roots with some concern. "No fire if you can help it, guys."
Teela looks at Faen. "We're just getting started, I'm sure." She also offers a helpful dose of a mote of light travelling with whoever wishes to have an illuminating experience. She creates five floating orbs and starts juggling with them. "No? No? Yeees?" "Oh, and if anyone has cold iron... It helps."
Teela pulls out her healer kit. "Alright. You, you, and you." she points to Graham, Velas, and Bucky. "Come sit down and I'll take a look."
Teela then takes 30 minutes to look at, clean up, and stitch the wounds on them. She notices Graham being a little pale and gives him some funky mushrooms and leaves to chew on for a little pick-me-up.
I think it may have to wait till the team is done with the sycamore tree delving, but I am fine with the rest of it. Without going into spoiler territory, wouldn't this take a long time? I did play the CRPG, and recall the area being rather extensive. Unless it's a different area?
Teela continues strumming, singing, and blasting. "The whole town needs us here to get down. When I feel it crawling, I feel it just behind my back. Close me off my right and noble track."
She does get a little overzealous with the performance. The flourish messes with her aim and she strikes the tunnel wall.
"Ugh indeed." Teela looks into the room, her mouth twisting with revulsion. She starts plucking at her harp. "Hold me down. I need to be tied to the ground. When I get this feeling, I feel it just behind my back. I call it a dog, I call it a dog, the dog is black" Again, mists form around the harp, coalescing into icicles that she hurls at the nearest creature.
Lingering Composition:
Lingering Composition
Focus 1 Muse maestro You add a flourish to your composition to extend its benefits. If your next action is to cast a cantrip composition with a duration of 1 round, attempt a Performance check. The DC is usually a standard-difficulty DC of a level equal to the highest[1]level target of your composition, but the GM can assign a different DC based on the circumstances. The effect depends on the result of your check. Critical Success The composition lasts 4 rounds.
Teela looks into the 'hole' at the other side of the room. Hesitantly. She turns back to face the party. "You guys want to head back and look into the other tunnel first? Or go down?"
"Right." Teela dusts herself off after being hit by a toy catapult. "That did actually hurt. For a toy, I mean." She slides her bag on the ground and sits next to it to pull out her rubbing alcohol and some bandages. "I'm going to take a moment. Why don't you guys look around for anything useful? If you find anything in writing, I'll take a look." And she looks at Bucky. "And we're not leaving the ring here. Well, -I- am not leaving the ring here. At least now we have a hint of where it is. If these creatures sell or lose it in the woods, that's it. It's done." She continues patching up her bruises.
"Bit by bit, torn apart, we never win, but the battle wages on; for toy soldiers." Teela continues with her song, and the mists coalesce into ice shards again to assault the creature.
"Well, they're charging us, so it'ss or them, I guess." Teela responds, and strums her harp, singing softly. "Step by step, heart to heart, left-right-left, we all fall down; like toy soldiers." Cold mist emanates from the harp, condensing into ice, then the material hurls itself in the direction of the charging creature.
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