Spivey nods to Poppy "You are too kind, oh colorful-haired one. There is one thing, if it happens in your travels, please do not go out of your way for it. Once, long ago, I was attacked by a nasty and while I escape they stole from me a tiny box that was important to me. If you find it on your travels, I would love to have it once again."
She describes a Phylactery of Faithfulness to you.
Looking to Lor-Sinn, she smiles "Take caution in the castle, do not underestimate the level of darkness within. Rest if you must, and I welcome you back to my graveyard if you must do so. I will heal what injuries I can and watch over you while you sleep. Please forgive my cowardice for not wanting to return to the castle while the nasties are there."
"What to expect? Mostly the nasties, though there are other things which scare me. These nasties are big walking black birds, about your size I suppose. I do not know the true name of them, but they are quite dangerous. Their shark beak and claws and big muscly arms," she shivers "I try to stay clear of the castle. They come out to hunt for food every day or so and I make myself scarce during that time. Others go into the castle, I guess to hunt for treasure, but no one really ever leaves."
She takes in the question from Samton and Kajiwara, pausing a moment to think. "My master was slain by a hungry plant of some kind. I did my best to properly bury and give rites. I do appreciate the offering, that is very kind of you." she clarifies in a somber tone.
"After several months of aimless wandering, I came upon the ruins of the church of Desna here and took it as a sign. I originally tried to rebuild the temple, but gave up when I started attracting the wrong kind of attention from the denizens of the castle. Instead, I have taken to living in the cemetery, where I do my best to keep the graveyard clean and free of undead and other desecrations."
"I've been in this region nearly 10 years now, I suppose."
Spivey nods several times smiling, "Yes, I'm aware of those nasties. Wicked poison they have, it looked like one of you was injured? Are you feeling down? Can I help?"
If Ruka agrees, Spivey flies over to her and perches on her shoulder. She reaches out and touches her cheek as she casts a spell. Lesser restoration: 1d4 ⇒ 4
With a smile, she flies over to Lor-Sinn's shoulder where she takes a seat and answers "No, I arrived long after whatever happened here. My master was killed by something inside of the castle and I took it upon myself to maintain the cemetery ever since."
She listens to Kajiara, kicking her legs back and forth from the tiefling's shoulder "Oh! You're going to go into the castle then? Fantastic! Oh I assure you it's quite dangerous, I won't go in there again. But if you go in to get rid of the nasties, I would be so most grateful!
The voice is silent as Asuka reenacts their journey thus far. As she finishes, the green glow coming from the grass flies up into the air and lands on a large rock nearby, clapping loudly, declaring "...I could perhaps be of help!"
Standing atop the rock is a very tiny, green haired woman with bright green butterfly wings. Her emerald green breastplate is polished to a mirror shine, and her ears sweep away from her head before tapering to sharp, elf-like points. A pair of miniature starknives are at her side, and though you have to squint to see it, there's a tiny holy symbol of Desna around her neck.
"Heh heh heh--sorry about that whole 'Prove-your-worth' rigamarole. It's kinda what mortals expect of my kind nowadays. Anyway--I'm Spivey! Now, what's this about your friend?"
Spivey conjures a handful of nuts and sits down watching the show. She pops a nut into her mouth and crunches it loudly as she stares on, completely caught up in the drama.
When Ahreni growls at the ranger, a switch clicks in the lyrakien's head. "OOOOHHHHHH! SHE'S the one!" she says, covering her mouth with her hand.
"Oh." she says, settling down on Ahreni's shoulder.
Face flushing red, she admits "I heard you and her the other day. I didn't mean to intrude. I was looking for some berries when I heard the strange sounds. I went to check it out, but when I saw what was happening I was so embarrased I flew away. I'm sorry."
Curious, she asks "Did she... Did she she hurt you after you pleasured each other?"
"Oh." she says, coming to a realization. "Shalelu's not a human." Grimacing as if she just made a complete ass out of herself she frowns "Oh dear. I'm sorry, you were talking about a human who hurt you. Was it Sandru? He seems to love you so much!"
"Hurt?" Spivey asks, confused. "Are you injured, Ahreni? I did not see any physical wounds. Here, let me take a look!" she says and starts fluttering around the shifter's body.
"Which human hurt you? I'll give them a good thwacking, I will! Right on their ear!" she says, frustrated she can't find her "wounds".
Spivey elects to spend time with Ahreni that evening, vowing to stay awake and keep the shifter company during her watch. She suggest they sing songs together or tell tales of their best memories. ”What is your happiest memory, Ahreni?”
Spivey turns to address Relisha. She doesn’t hesitate and responds ”I only ask you focus your angers and frustrations towards the castle, not each other. That place is very bad. You need each other in there.
Relisha - Let's call it 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6 charges.
Yesterday with Olaff]
Spivey turns to Olaff, confuses as well. "The female warrior, she spoke just like you did. She was all alone, they killed all of the other warriors. She needed help but I could not intervene, it would have been the end of me. I assumed she was with you because you sound just like she did. My apologies, hairy human."
Earlier today with Olaff.
Spivey looks confused. "What does defecating have to do with a blessing? Are you worried the blessing will exit your body with the excrement? That is extremely unlikely, and I shouldn't think you should concern yourself with such matters."
Present time - With all.
Spivey frowns at the interactions between everyone. "It is not my place to intervene. But if you don't mind," She looks between the three bickering females as Shalelu begins to walk off.
"Travel is hard. Battle is harder. Surviving a near-death experience is terrifying. The Goddess of Fortune shines on each of you though. She has brought us together this morn so that we may bask in her glory and you may set out to accomplish this goal of saving your friend. She favors each of you and you must put your woes behind you now as there is still much to be done. Come together now and unite as one, let your troubles of the past stay in the past. You must focus on what is important and the fact that you have each other. You have survived this horrible thing yesterday because each and every one of you worked together to make that happen."
She recounts the positive actions each of you did from healing each other, dragging Olaff away, protecting the flank, electrocuting the enemy, eliminating the purple monster. "Without each other, none of you would be here. Blessed be the united front you have brought to vanquish the evil in that horrible, horrible place."
Perform:Wind: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (13) + 11 = 24
"Please stake a moment to sit down. Close your eyes. Just a moment. I promise I won't waste your time. I'd like to share something with you. Alright? She works through me and I would share with you her blessing to ease your burdens."
The lyrakien cast a spell as a tiny golden instrument appears hands. She puts it to her lips and begins to play a melodic tone that rings out throughout the cemetery, even reaching Shalelu on the edge of the sanctuary. Her performance is soothing and masterfully executed, bringing peace and tranquility to you as some of the frustrations begin to fade away as you focus on the sounds of her song.
When she finishes a few minutes later, she pulls the instrument away from her mouth and it vanishes as a sense of tranquility and peace washes away your fatigue and exhaustion and emotional turmoils from the day before.
Her song is a su ability that removes exhaustion and fatigue. While it has not actual mechanical benefit here, she's hoping the peace that comes with it will wash away some of the frustrations and hostility.
With Olaff
Spivey smiles as she flitters around Olaff's head. "Oh! You are most welcome big hairy one! You know, I never thought I would hear so many funny talking humans in such a short period of time! All those ARRRRRs and VEEEEE's" she giggles as she tries to imitate the accent."[/smaller][/b]
She looks over to the destroy longship and frowns "I'm sorry your friend got captured, I couldn't save her unfortunately. I've said many prayers for though and perhaps Lady Luck yet shines on her?"
With Shalelu
"Good morning my tall ray of sunshine! How was your sleep? I hope it was well. My sleep was well. I feel very rested this morning. Mother Moon has restored my gifts and I will be able to fully restore your companions this morning. Are you still injured? Are you not done in the castle? How soon will you return to the castle? What is it you intend to find in the castle?" she spits out question after question as she flies all around, moving almost as quickly as her words.
Spivey smiles and lifts her head up and dangles her legs from the ranger's shoulder "She works in mysterious ways! We are always not meant to understand the how and why, we just need to do the best with what she's provided. Have faith tall one, she is your guiding light, the northern star. In time all of her plans will be revealed, just hold your faith and trust in her will."
She looks out over the party as they all fall asleep in the cemetary. "You do not sleep like the others, right? I'm afraid I must rest to regain my magic if she wills it so. Will you watch over me tonight as well? I would be so honored."
Spivey squees "Amaaaaaazing! She is so proud of you elf-friend! This meeting was not by chance, she has guided you to this path for this moment."
She lets go of Shalelu and flies around her twice before landing on her shoulder "You are a protector of this group, are you not? She gives you her blessing and watches over you."
She leans her head against Shalelu's and just sits on her shoulder, leaning there silently.
"YOU FOUND IT!" she exclaims!
Spivey flies up and wraps her arms around Shalelu's neck, giving a tin hug to the elf. She lays her head on Shalelu's chest and she can feel genuine warmth and affection almost bleed through onto her skin. As she pulls away she holds up the Desnan holy symbol around her neck. "I thought it was lost! You found it! Amazing!"
She flies in and gives Shalelu another hug.
Spivey looks over Olaff and Ahreni, both of which are still suffering the effects of poison. She says prayers over each of you and helps try to make you comfortable as possible. sighs and says "I've expended all of my healing for the day, but the Queen of the North Star will bestow her powers upon me in the morn and I shall heal you then. If you must be healed right now, I have a few scrolls I could use to remove your poison. Otherwise, rest easy this night and regain your strength in the morning."
Spivey looks to Relisha and shakes her head no "Sadly, I do not. I have never ventured far into those walls, the inhabitants scare me so."
To Ahreni she asks "You have a caravan? To where are you traveling? Desna would look favorably upon me in joining a caravan, I imagine. I need time to prepare things here with the cemetery. Will you come find me when you finish your cleansing of the castle before you leave?"
Spivey thrashes about when Olaff picks her up by her leg. "PUT.ME.DOWN!" she says gruffly until he lets go of her. Once he does, she flies back to hide her head again, peeking out only enough to watch. "That was uncalled for!", crossing her arms on her chest and harumphing.
Spivey pushes off Ahreni's ear and zips over to Olaff's ear. "I can speak and understand languages, but I believe you cannot."
She grabs his left ear with both hands and sticks her head into it to take a look. "AH HA!" she exclaims loudly, her mouth pressed tightly in his ear. "I believe I've found the problem. Your ears are full of wax and hair, do you bathe? I can use my knife to clean this out for you, if you would like."
She pulls out her twin star knives, preparing to do some cutting.
She shakes her head, "No. This is long before I've come to this place. All I can say is it is pretty old. And beat up. And stuffed with weirdo crow people that like to eat anything that isn't them, but not a chicken? In fact, they're the ones who conquered the hobgoblins I ended up tangling with before being forced to run away." Spivey dangles her legs on Ahreni's shoulder. "But they're not the only ones who live there--they follow some strange red-skinned... thing that also lives here. Again, not a chicken though. I have no idea what he really is, but there's no way he's really human. Or chicken. Just looking at it was enough to make my skin crawl."
When she asks about her mistress, she shrugs "There's not much to tell, really... I was called to the mortal plane by my mistress some ten years ago. Things were all fine and dandy until we took a trip to the Mierani Forest--we ran afoul of some sort of man-eating plant. We slew the thing after a pitched battle... or rather, I slew it after it ate her."
"I'm not much of a storyteller, I'm afraid. I'm a messenger and priestess first."
When Relisha speaks about the cemetery, the azata nods. "See, I've kinda been stuck here ever since she died. So, when I found this castle, I thought 'you know what? That place looks like it once had a chapel of Desna in its halls--I should fix that." Spivey shrugs. "Well, I ended up attracting the wrong sort of attention, and I took to living in this cemetery. These days, I keep it free of undead and anyone dumb enough to try disturbing the graves."
The azata smiles at Ahreni's wink, deciding she likes her. She flies over to the shifters left shoulder and takes a seat on it, looking at the Ulfen, frowning.
To him she says "It appears you don't speak the common tongue, hairy human. I have the ability to speak true of all languages, perhaps I need to speak to you in that fashion so that you understand me more clearly."
To Thanara, Spivey beams with bride and motions to Ahreni "I have helped you while you were experiencing your difficult moment, Dark Lightning. Your friend has been healed, praise Desna."
”Fey! I am not fey! the non-fey creature says, hands on her hips. ”I am an, azata which fey only can dream of. Still, I can understand the confusion given our simplifies. No offense taken, uneducated, big, hairy weird speaking human.
Spivey looks nervously between Thanara and the rest of the group, now cowering behind Ahreni's head. "Is that? Is that normal? She scares me. I thought she was nice."
This tiny woman has a lithe form with delicate butterfly wings. She is surrounded by sparkling lights and gentle rainbow arcs. It flies up into the air and announces. "...I could perhaps be of help!"
Flying at eye level with Thanara's face is a very tiny, green haired woman with bright green butterfly wings. Her emerald green breastplate is polished to a mirror shine, and her ears sweep away from her head before tapering to sharp, elf-like points. A pair of miniature starknives are at her side, and though you have to squint to see it, there's a tiny holy symbol of Desna around her neck.
"Heh heh heh--sorry about that whole 'Tough introduction' rigamarole. It's kinda what mortals expect of my kind nowadays. Anyway--I'm Spivey! Now, what's this about your friend I can, Oh!?"
Spivey zips off to Ahreni's side and says "Those reefclaws are nasty creatures, aren't they? I can see you've been poisoned. If I may?" she asks as she lands on Ahreni's forearm. Touching her hand to her body, she washes away all of the poison and wounds from the shifter's body.
Lesser Restoration: 1d4 ⇒ 3
Lesser Restoration: 1d4 ⇒ 4
Cure Light Wounds: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11
"There! Feel better?"
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