Ally decides to make herself known, now that the being in the ring is not one of her race's traditional enemies.
"I am Alliriyallin, and I would know more of you. Like you, I am bound to this plane, though for other reasons and purposes. Would you serve Ruul willingly? What tasks would you be capable and consenting to perform? Could you, for example, repair or remodel a building?"
Nefeshti looks down at you, as if you were being seen only for the first time, although something tells you that this is not the case. She then rolls her eyes.
"Little azata, why should you want me for such a mundane task? I can help with repairs, but I am a warrior djinn by heart and practice. My skills lie towards killing, not building. In answer to your first question, yes. Ruul is now my master and I must serve him, although as I already mentioned, I am not obliged to just hand out my powers at will. In that, I differ from others of my kind."
Turning to Ruul, Nefeshti says, "So what is this feast that you offer? I'm looking forward to trying out this concept of eating again. It has been so long."
"Umm...eww! It would figure that I would be stuck with some kind of sexual deviant, and his equally deviant friends. Does it look like I could have sex with something like..." Pointing to Rull, she says "...that? No offence, master.""Testify, sister. Welcome to the club," Kallistiel mutters.
Nefeshti looks at you in an appraising manner, having very good hearing
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"I'm sorry to disapoint you, witch, but I am not like most djinn. Yes, you are correct in that I can grant wishes, but unlike my brethren, I am not compelled to do so. So no riches for you, dear."Kallistiel perks up in interest on this side of the conversation. "I'm certain that you will be quite helpful in our future endeavours. The fact that you can grant wishes, however, is good enough for me. The rest is just semantics."
"Try not to get too greedy, "sister." It will be some time before I deem Ruul worthy of my greatest gifts, I imagine.' Nefeshti then turns to respond to Ally.
Kallistiel smiles, "Like I said, semantics," she says with a wave of her hand. "Enjoy your first meal out of the gaol. This isn't Taldor, mind, or a fancy eatery, so it doesn't really sit amongst the best of foods... or perhaps the moderates either... Still, since it's been so long, maybe you won't notice so much."
"The tea could use some freshening," Macavity says to no one in particular. The cup in front of him is empty, and the remnants in the tea pot next to him evidently are cool.
EDIT: Ninja'd!
Elen advises Nefeshti that she may wish to return to the ring while she cooks, so that the djinn may use her full remaining time outside the ring to enjoy the food. She decides to cook a favorite dish from Qadira, using spices and herbs from their supplies. With the help of the many useful and effective tools in the Bender house kitchen, she achieves reasonable success!
"Little azata, why should you want me for such a mundane task? I can help with repairs, but I am a warrior djinn by heart and practice. My skills lie towards killing, not building. In answer to your first question, yes. Ruul is now my master and I must serve him, although as I already mentioned, I am not obliged to just hand out my powers at will. In that, I differ from others of my kind."
"A warrior! Wonderful! I have no doubt we can use your help in destroying the foul demons we are likely to encounter! What luck in finding you!" Ally makes a gesture that in Desna's faith is a wordless way of thanking Lady Luck.
"You're welcome." Macavity replies to the azata.
Elen advises Nefeshti that she may wish to return to the ring while she cooks, so that the djinn may use her full remaining time outside the ring to enjoy the food. She decides to cook a favorite dish from Qadira, using spices and herbs from their supplies. [dice=Profession(Cook)]1d20+6 With the help of the many useful and effective tools in the Bender house kitchen, she achieves reasonable success!
Nefeshti tells you that, unfortunately, once she goes back into the ring, she cannot come back out again until at least sundown . That being said, she'll have about 15 minutes to enjoy her meal once you are done
"You're welcome." Macavity replies to the azata.
Ally winks playfully at Macavity and, winging over to him, whispers in Tien:
She gives a saucy wiggle of her hips and flies back to light on the table.
Nefeshti tells you that, unfortunately, once she goes back into the ring, she cannot come back out again until at least sundown . That being said, she'll have about 15 minutes to enjoy her meal once you are done
Elen gives an 'ah' of comprehension, and makes sure that the dishes she cooks will be finished within 30 minutes. A fine meal is served quickly with the help of her Unseen Servant and room is made for the large djinn to sit with them.
Macavity smiles at the azata and replies in Tien, "I'm always searching. And I find that it's always better to be lucky than good."
"Sure. I've no plans."
"What do you need me to do, and for whom?"
The rest of the day goes by slowly, the cold, clear skies providing the excuse to stay indoors.
In the middle of the night, you hear a loud cart rolling past the front door, and then a knock.
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** spoiler omitted **
During the night Macavity seeks out Simon with the note addressed to him.
"What do you need me to do, and for whom?"
"My acolytes are good for the basic stuff, wrapping bandages, splinting broken bones, all of that. You, on the other hand, can use magic, much like myself, to heal those bones. If you are going to hang around camp, I might have need of those services. The camp is attacked from time to time, and we do have those who are not yet blessed with death brought in here.
"If you can help in those times, I can try to pass along what I know about the Desolation. I don't know about Tsar itself, I've never been there, but I have toured the rest of the area a little bit. What say you?"
During the night Macavity seeks out Simon with the note addressed to him.
You manage to avoid the patrolling nature of the hanged man and make it to Simon's lean-to. He is asleep at the moment, do you wnat to wake him?
Macavity lets Simon sleep and makes himself comfortable. His training in patience will pay dividends tonight.
"My acolytes are good for the basic stuff, wrapping bandages, splinting broken bones, all of that. You, on the other hand, can use magic, much like myself, to heal those bones. If you are going to hang around camp, I might have need of those services. The camp is attacked from time to time, and we do have those who are not yet blessed with death brought in here.
"If you can help in those times, I can try to pass along what I know about the Desolation. I don't know about Tsar itself, I've never been there, but I have toured the rest of the area a little bit. What say you?"
"Absolutely! I would be happy to volunteer my services. I know a great deal about herbs and potions as well, and there are numerous alchemical salves, powders, and tinctures that can aid in healing."
She smiles sincerely at the goblin, and asks "So what can you tell me?"
"My acolytes are good for the basic stuff, wrapping bandages, splinting broken bones, all of that. You, on the other hand, can use magic, much like myself, to heal those bones. If you are going to hang around camp, I might have need of those services. The camp is attacked from time to time, and we do have those who are not yet blessed with death brought in here.
"If you can help in those times, I can try to pass along what I know about the Desolation. I don't know about Tsar itself, I've never been there, but I have toured the rest of the area a little bit. What say you?"
"Absolutely! I would be happy to volunteer my services. I know a great deal about herbs and potions as well, and there are numerous alchemical salves, powders, and tinctures that can aid in healing."
She smiles sincerely at the goblin, and asks "So what can you tell me?"
Father Death laughs loudly in his squeaky voice (he is a goblin, after all). "Oh my dear, it won't be that simple. First, a test."
The priest motions you to follow him out into the sanctuary. After walking several paces, you see an orc, lying on a cot, his left leg and arm hang limply over the side. His right arm is cast in a wrap, and is held in a sling. His right leg is also bandaged from some kind of wound, but you can't tell what it is yet.
"Please, take a look at this poor creature. Death has decided that he is not worthy, but yet something is wrong with him. I don't want him here either; if he can't die properly, then he should go back to his encampment and let the gods decide his final fate." He turns his face up to look at you, expectantly.
Macavity lets Simon sleep and makes himself comfortable. His training in patience will pay dividends tonight.
Father Death laughs loudly in his squeaky voice (he is a goblin, after all). "Oh my dear, it won't be that simple. First, a test."
The priest motions you to follow him out into the sanctuary. After walking several paces, you see an orc, lying on a cot, his left leg and arm hang limply over the side. His right arm is cast in a wrap, and is held in a sling. His right leg is also bandaged from some kind of wound, but you can't tell what it is yet.
"Please, take a look at this poor creature. Death has decided that he is not worthy, but yet something is wrong with him. I don't want him here either; if he can't die properly, then he should go back to his encampment and let the gods decide his final fate." He turns his face up to look at you, expectantly.
...
Elen gets out a folding chair to sit, and withdraws her healer's kit from the backpack. Sensing this may be a moment to ask for luck, she makes a desnan gesture of devotion, and asks for Fortune to favor her.
She carefully examines the patient, using gloves to keep her hands from touching his skin.
[dice=Perception]1d20+16-10
You think that you might hear something coming from the Inn, but it's too faint to be sure.
Father Death laughs loudly in his squeaky voice (he is a goblin, after all). "Oh my dear, it won't be that simple. First, a test."
The priest motions you to follow him out into the sanctuary. After walking several paces, you see an orc, lying on a cot, his left leg and arm hang limply over the side. His right arm is cast in a wrap, and is held in a sling. His right leg is also bandaged from some kind of wound, but you can't tell what it is yet.
"Please, take a look at this poor creature. Death has decided that he is not worthy, but yet something is wrong with him. I don't want him here either; if he can't die properly, then he should go back to his encampment and let the gods decide his final fate." He turns his face up to look at you, expectantly.
...
Elen gets out a folding chair to sit, and withdraws her healer's kit from the backpack. Sensing this may be a moment to ask for luck, she makes a desnan gesture of devotion, and asks for Fortune to favor her.
She carefully examines the patient, using gloves to keep her hands from touching his skin.
[dice=Heal check with Aid Another and bonus from healer's kit]1d20+5+2+2
[dice=Ally's Aid Another]1d20+4
[dice=Heal check reroll from Fortune]1d20+5+2+2
His right shoulder is dislocated, the arm is slinged to help keep the shoulder immobile. There is a scratch on that arm, but it is not deep. His right leg on the other hand...You unwrap the bandage, and notice that it is sticking to the skin, not a good sign. The cut is deep, and while stitches were done to close the wound (maybe around 20 by your guess), it is clearly not healing properly. There is something on the leg. It's not gangrene, but it is definitely something along the line.Ally notices that there are a couple of postules along the wound itself, and several small postules along the right side of the body.
You think that you might hear something coming from the Inn, but it's too faint to be sure.
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Elen peers over her spectacles at the disgusting wound and hums curiously to herself as she examines the pustules.
She is puzzled, until an offhand comment by Ally about the horrible smell reminds her of something.
"I recognize these symptoms. I remember seeing something exactly like this at Almas during the Andoran People's Revolt, when I was doctoring a wounded soldier. These pustules clearly indicate..."