Marossa looks up at Jesail and opens her mouth to speak a moment before her temples crunch up tightly in pain. Her eyes water slightly as nausea washes over her body. Blinking several times to clear herself up she tries to stand straight and keep her eyes on Jesail.
"Yes Sir, I am feeling fine."
Smelling the blood of the little creature on the early morning air does nothing for her rapidly developing headache so Marossa moves away from what is left of the creature.
Standing close to Jesail once the group is back in the tent, Marossa still seems a bit queasy but stays quiet for the moment.
"Well done, Cahal," Oren says admiringly. "Sarenrae had blessed your aim. I agree that it seems unlikely that such a pathetic little creature could cause such harm but even the slightest of monsters can commit terrible acts."
Jesail looks at Marossa completely aware that something is bothering the young woman. "You need not keep these things to yourself. If you need help, I will help." Jesail takes Marossa's hand. "It hurts to see a lovely young lady such as yourself suffering in such a way." Feeling for the moment that there is nothing else he could do for her, Jesail simply rubs her gently on the back.
As Cahal hands over the bag Jesail will make sure that it is tight. He then looks to Oren. "It is the fact that they are underestimated that enables them to commit such crimes. No one notices them until it is too late. Anything thing with evil or mischievous intent can be very dangerous."
Once they return the camp and make their way into Almah's tent. Jesail will set the bag on Almah's desk "This is the culprit. Setting fires is only one of the little monsters deeds. They care not for the livelihood of others, only for their amusement and the pranks they play can be lethal. We have followed the tracks leaving the wagon to that little beast there. It is done. Now what is our next step?"
"We shall indeed do so. Good day, my lady."
Oren is tired enough to obey the instructions immediately.
Jesail will depart the tent and make his way to a place where he can clean his boots and any other clothing tainted by the little beast's prank. He will scrub diligently until the smell is gone. He will then wonder the camp briefly.
Feeling concern for the sick girl named Marossa, he will seek her out and sit down to talk with her. "Are you okay. You seemed to be suffering quite a bit earlier. I was hoping there was something I could do to help you. I couldn't help but notice the collar. Were you a slave?"
Marossa curtseys quickly towards Lady Almah before walking out of the tent to find a shady place to sleep. She considered rejoining the halfing cleric to discuss more of the poetry he had mentioned when Jesail approaches her to question her health again.
"I am ok Sir. It was a passing nausea... a gift from my last Master."
Hesitating for a moment, she decides to take a chance on making a friend and opens up a little.
"I am a slave Sir, though I hope to earn my freedom when we retake Kelmarane. I don't have much skill with swords but I do possess a lot of knowledge and can work a small bit of magic. I just hope they will be useful in some way."
Finding a shady spot under some tent coverings she sits down with enough room for Jesail to join her as well.
"If you don't mind me asking Sir, I was curious about the coloration of your hair..."
Jesail joins Marossa under the tree. At her question he smiles. "No I don't mind. It would be nice to have someone to share with." Jesail pulls back his hood to let his wild hair blow around freely. "This is a side effect of my heritage. I am what is known as a Sylph. A half-human half-genie. To be more specific, half-Djinn, the air genie. Air is apart of my very being. I do not know who my parents are, as I was abandoned. I was found and raised by a young girl named Haleen. She saved me and took care of me. Our lives were always full of strife. Scrapping what we could to survive and and staying one step ahead of the slavers. Eventually we found our way into a temple to Sheyln. I soon came to respect the love and beauty of Sheyln. I wanted to protect these virtues so I choose to take up the calling against the opposition and routing out their servants and punishing them. Thus I began my training. Haleen supported me through it all, without her I would have given up a long time ago. Not to long ago, she went missing and my inquisitor's intuition told me there was foul play involved. I began my hunt. A strong lead has led me out here, so here I am. Still on the hunt for my lost sister Haleen." Jesail turned to look at Marossa, his hair moving about as if caught in an invisible wind. He smiled at her. "It sure feels nice to actually talk about this to someone. Thank you for hearing my story. I hope you earn your freedom." With a hand, Jesail will brush Marossa's hair behind one of her elven ears. "Sheyln would weep to see such beauty shackled. I know because I do." If Marossa has nothing else to say, Jesail relaxes and leans against the tree to try and sleep.
Ripnok has been in a perpetual stupor since the Pugnitztikz was killed. When he wakes after being kicked, a not unfamiliar experience to a goblin slave, he goes to where Almah will address the caravan and looks around at the assembled party. Seeing Oren leave her tent he is puzzled as to why he is in there but thinks nothing more of it.
After spending some time with Jesail talking her voice eventually petters out as the early morning heat begins to rise and she closes her eyes to get some sleep. When Garavel wakes up Jesail with a swift kick her mind briefly flashes to her own similar wake up calls. Rubbing her eyes as she leans up from her impromptu bed she quickly dusts off her dress and walks towards the tent after getting a quick drink of water. Seeing Oren nearby, walking away from the tent, she gives him a quizzical look before she opens the tent just enough to slip inside.
Blinking several times to adjust to the change in light, she folds her legs under her as she settles down on the carpeted tent and bows her head.
"Miss called for me?"
Oren returns to his tent and readies his gear, making sure he has all he needs and moves off to where everyone is waiting.
"Good eve' to you all," he says with a warm smile. "I trust all slept well this day?"
Ripnok smiles at Oren and says I slept fine Oren...How did youuuu sleep? Ripnok gives you an exaggerated wink. I have been working on the most incredible formulae. I have done some calculations based upon weight and new insights I have had into the process of inverse thermodynamic theorums based upon my masters work and I believe that he may have miscalculated... Ripnok continues to ramble on and on until someone tells him to shut up.
When Garavel kicks Jesail he responds by pulling out his crossbow and pointing it at the men. Seeing who it was, he steadily lowers his weapon. "You should watch how you wake an inquisitor. We are divine hunters of great quarry. I have hunted many a beast far more threatening than you. Also, if you must wake me, do it respectfully as I am not one of your lackys."
Intimidate to get the point across:
Jesail will throw his hood up and make his way to Almah's tent. He will enter unannounced and likely just as Almah finished with Marossa. Jesail will bow respectfully to Marossa and then stand straight in front of Almah. "I need to talk with you about my position here. I am fairly new to the caravan and I wanted to let you know of my status. I am a holy inquisitor of Sheyln, goddess of love and beauty. I am not a simple grunt. I come to ask for a level of respect that you would grant your higher ranking officers, and if you need it, I will oversee others. The group I set out with seem a fine lot.......save the goblin but I will manage. I am a specialist who is here to assist, not serve. I hope we can come to an agreement on that."
Diplomancy:
Jesail will give a knightly bow. "I am Jesail Ash, a divine inquisitor of the lady Sheyln. I have ventured this far seeking my quarry and for the present, I am willing to offer my service to you for what ever you need. I am here to work with you, not for you. So, my lady, is there anything you need from me?"
Diplomacy
Jesail will bow once more and head out to find everyone, Cahal, Oren, even Ripnok, and Ize.....if applicable. "The lady Almah wants to see us, I have been asked to gather you all to her tent." Once he has everyone, he will return to the tent.
Well since Ripnok was right outside the tent, Jesail won't have to go far for him. He is a bit confused because he thought we were supposed to gather outside her tent but Jesail just came from there so it must be so. Ripnok will walk right into her tent.
Oren walks into the tent. "Good morning, my lady, friends. Sarenrae's blessings upon you all. What are our tasks for this day?"
Jesail bows politely. "As you wish my lady." He will turn to the others. "Come, we have a holy temple to liberate of any ill thing that has befallen it." Jesail will turn to Oren. [b]"You know much of Sarenrae, I'm sure you know the whereabouts of her holy temple. Please lead us there."[b] Jesail will allow Oren to lead the way.
Marossa feels her mouth salivate a little bit at the sight of the pesh that is suddenly in her hands. The instinct to use the dose of pesh overwhelms her for a moment but she opens her mouth to give thanks to her Mistress when the sudden opening of the tent makes her back straighten in a jerking motion. A blush forms on her face as she sees Jesail enter the tent and she quickly hides the pesh inside one of the folds of the sash that holds her skirt.
Remaining quiet while Jesail takes care of what he came into Lady Almah's tent to do, she waits until he leaves to open her mouth again. Only to have Ripnok step in, quickly followed by the rest of her companions in quick succession.
It seems Marossa will not be allowed to thank Lady Almah for her gift and so Marossa stays seated where she is as she listens to her new orders. Standing up with the rest of the group, she bows and whispers, "As my Lady wishes."
Moving out of the tent with the rest of the group, she follows the rest of the group towards the abandoned monastery.
Oren inclines his head at Lady Almah's command. "We shall do as you wish. I look forward to freeing Sarenrae's temple of all that infest it. The Dawnflower's light guide you this night, Lady."
At Jesail's words, Oren looks a little less confident. "I have no memory of this area, I fear. I will do what I can based on what knowledge I have gleaned in my studies but otherwise, I rely on what information the expedition's leaders might have. Perhaps Garavel can at least get us started in the right direction."
Jesail nods and then takes one quick look back into the tent. "Pardon the intrutsion again my lady, but you don't happen to have a map of the area on you, or maybe a general direction of the temple at least?"
Provided Jesail get's the directions he is seeking, he will turn to the group. "Okay, we're good, follow me." Jesail will then lead the group to the temple.
Wonderful! I will get to test my new compounds! Ripnok veritably bounces with excitement.
It is a combination of sulfur dioxide, saltpeter, aluminum, phosphorous and hydrogen peroxide. It is quite an energetic reaction. Would you like to see? He begins preparing various items together with a look of mad glee on his face. You begin to see a frothing and boiling coming from the vial...
"Now that we know how to get there, I am well prepared. I know more of the temple itself than the location. It was destroyed by a mad cult from Kelmarane. Stories tell of a haunting, which I don't give full credit to, and the possession by low creatures which I do believe. I wouldn't be surprised if we found more of the pugwampis there. It'll be good to flush their filth from the temple and restore it to it's former glory."
Ripnok adds a bit of silver powder to his mix and it instantly stops bubbling and goes inert. Better save it for the bad things. He gets his gear together and follows Cahal
Oren nods and leads the way, whispering a prayer to Sarenrae for protection on their journey.
Jesail hands Oren the map Almah gave him. "Here this is a map of the temple. For you." Jesail will follow close behind Oren and have his crossbow at the ready. Keeping his eyes peeled for any trouble.
Oren looks at the monastery with sorrow clear on his face. "I had not thought it would look so bad," he says softly.
He moves slowly forward toward the altar, or where it should be. "Who is doing that singing?"
Oren raises his crossbow as he peers at the ceiling.
"There's something up there. Something nasty."
How fascinating! Ripnok says as he follows Oren into the room.