"Well, it looks like we'll be Lake Encarthan-bound in the morning", Wayilant said with a tired smile. "We'd better get to bed. Thank you, sir."
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"But how?" Wayilant questioned. "He's too..juicy to move!"
"Well.." Wayilant breathed. "I think that stopped it for now." The cleric dismisses the spiritual weapon, bowing to it as it dissipates.
Round 5
As the spiritual weapon continues it's attack, Wayilant takes in a deep breath. "'Rina, lower the barricade. I'm going in." Holy symbol held before him, Wayilant casts Channel Energy inside the ornery.
Round 4
Round 3
Round 2 continued
Round 2
Wayilant's revelry is ended by the wayward shot of acid from the corpse. "Aaah!" The caydenite exclaimed.
Wayilant holds his holy symbol aloft as he walks the wooden blanks to enter the orrery.
"Nicely done, 'Rina", Wayilant nods.
Wayilant takes the rope from his backpack, and lowers it down to Darius. The cleric asks the Bryndis for her stern muscle and general assistance.
Wayilant tries his best carefully help Darius up from the hole in the floor.
Wayilant follows the rest in the portal.
Wayilant will be near the front. I will be released Friday night.
"That sounds fine", Wayilant responded. The cleric gave his ward a small hugs. "Be a good girl, Julie." As Julie walks over to Alina, Wayilant gives the half-elf handmaiden a meaningful look of thanks. "We'll see you soon."
My fellow Flagon Slayers, Wayilant's player is still stuck at a hospital with horrible wifi. And he wants to give his next posts the attention they deserve! I may get discharged tomorrow. GM Nightfiend, please message me for any thoughts you have on the upcoming posts.
Wayilant's player is in the hosptial and will likely stay there until Tuesday. I don't have the same level of energy to enjoying posting and keeping up with the campaign. I'm sorry I'm leaving Nightfiend in a RP gulch. Hopefully better news o follow.
This will cause some emotional damage to the cleric and daughter. I'll have that post within the next couple days.
"Thanks for the all the local lore, Darius", Wayilant smiled as he rubbed his daughter's feet. "The walk would have been far less informative without you."
Back Story:
"Well, you're likely wondering why I've been keeping us away from anything Pharasman. As some of you may know, this is not my first stay in Ustalav. And my last stay wasn't long. A foolish young cleric traveling South thought Cayden Cailean was welcome everywhere. Definitely not in Ustalav. Ustalav is Pharasma's. Other clerics when discovered have been rounded up, for trumped up charges, and left to rot in prison. A powerful inquisitor quickly deduced my faith. But to be fair, I didn't necessarily hiding it either. She chased for several days until I got outside the borders."
"The Ustalavan Heart is dower and content to be so. That's why I wanted a disguise for me and Julie. Other faiths are not welcome in Ustalav. If anyone needs healing, for example, I'll try to do it far from prying eyes. Understand?" Both Julie and Wayilant walk back to The Lodge, good and tired. The cleric takes off his daughter's shoes and starts massaging her feet and legs. Once tired feet and legs have rested, then the group starts talking about dinner.
Wayilant instinctively pushes Julie behind him; this decorative cane keeping the distance between himself and the old man, taking a step back.
Julie and Wayilant walk into the Caliphas's main area.
Wayilant will take Julie for a walk around the city . The two wouldn't mind company if they so choose. Maybe as they are out, the cleric can try and get a better look at the old man following them, if he shows. Wayilant makes sure to give any Pharsman temple a wide berth.
Wayilant looks up from the table, not looking at the window. When Julie started to look, his father said in a low voice, "Stop! You'll scare him." The cleric asked the tiefling, "'Rina. What do you recommend? Could your mental powers track him or hold him now, or do we need to confront this guy and hope he doesn't bolt?"
Wayilant blinked as Bryndis sat down. The cleric looked at the menu, then conferred with Julie. "Two grilled ham and cheese sandwiches for me, one grilled ham and cheese and one bread bun, for the little lady. I'll take two bottles of elven wine to start with, one for me, and one for the two ladies over there.", the aasimar nods toward Lady Talienda and Alina.
Wayilant takes Julie and walks over to the right. "We might be having an early lunch, by the smell of things", the cleric bend down to tell his daughter.
Wayilant and Julie are hungry. Let'sa go to the Golden Barrel!
Wayilant smiles as he takes the sealed parchment, then turns to go back to the others.
"I am Wayilant Arden, accompanying Lady Talienda Blackthorn, and the rest of her entourage", the aasimar nods.
"A thousand apologies, madam", Wayilant bowed. "An evening pass sounds like just what we need."
The finely-dressed cleric steps forward. "Thank you. We're looking for the Chief Curator, Ms. Nail?"
Hey! Good winging!!
Wayilant folded his hands. 'Doctor Trice, since you have made our 'Rina feel safer under your roof, we would like to take you up on your most generous offer. We will likely make other arrangements tomorrow. Thank you again, Doctor." "So, Flagon Slayers?" The cleric asked. "What should we do next? Investigate the museum? Maybe get some breakfast since we're on solid ground again?"
Wayilant glances at the other Flagon Slayers, than back to the good doctor. "She is our link to a group of human traffickers which have been raiding Varisia for young human females."
Looking over his notes, Wayilant looks up and asks the physican a question. "Doctor Trice, does the name Drusilla Amdis mean anything to you?"
"Doctor Trice, is there a room we could less disruptive to you, or is it acceptable for you to The Flagon Slayers to conduct our business in this greeting room?" Wayilant asks.
The cleric starts to rummage through his backpack. "Well, Flagon Slayers. Shall we stay here tonight under Dr. Trice's hospitality, or go across the street to the Golden Barrel, or the Sleepy Spoon?" "Either way, I want to review the information we have", Wayilant says as he read various notes he pulled from his backpack.
Has Lady Talienda, Alina, Julie & Wayilant caught up to the other Flagon Slayers, or are they outside with an handsomely dressed cleric and child in tow?
Wayilant figures it's useless to tell her she looks good, so he simply nods. "It will do. How do I look?" Father and daughter return to the sales floor in their new attire. Wayilant and Julie wait if Lady Talienda and Alina wish to change as well.
The tailor seems to perk up as you begin listing the items you intend to buy. By your account, he highly underestimated you as a customer and is now doing a “one eighty” in terms of attitude and customer care. He carefully picks up the suit and child’s outfit and then begins walking towards a set of smaller rooms towards the back of the store. “These rooms are private. You are welcome to utilize them for as long as you need my lord.” After showing Wayilant and Julie, who is obviously dragging her feet during the entire process, the two dressing rooms, he returns to the counter and begins sorting out the three dresses. “You four are going to look magnificent.” He says while pulling out a number of smaller boxes and an invoice book. "Would you like the dresses in boxes, or do you intend to change as well?” The tailor hears a call from the changing rooms. "I said I'll take care of the dresses. Please add those to my bill!" Back in the dressing room, Julie is outright refusing to put on the outfit. “Dad! I don’t want to wear that ugly thing.” She says with a fair amount of resolve. "Well, you are going to wear it!" Wayilant said with a stern voice. "We need to blend in here. Believe me, child. Your other clothes were too loud for the environment. And we're here on a secret mission, remember. Think of it as playing 'make-believe'."
Wayilant was faster with this coin bag than the ladies. "I'll take the suit, the dresses, the child's outfit, and top hat. And I'll splurge on the ring with the engraving, the cane, and the cufflinks." "I should like to change in to them. DO you have a changing room on the premise?"
"I would say all three looks especially lovely", Wayilant adds. "The style of sleeves on that first one is one I've always admired."
I was under impression the new members were a level behind. GRRR!
Admittedly, l'm a little curious why you posted a level 5 level up? Because I posted this on Feb 9th, and no one said anything about it.
Level 5 + 2 Con = 7hp Channel Energy now 3d6 +1 3rd-level Domain spell per day
Skills
+1 Profession (Bartender)
Feat Turn Undead
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