Celena grumbles as she hastily pulls on her tunic and grabs her hammer
Markhet climbs out from under Larr's paw, staches up her shield and sickle and climbs on the big cat's back.
"There is trouble Larrs," Markhet says, "we have to save everyone again!"
Markhet spurs Larrs into a charge, the big cat takes double moves unless he comes to a long straight away, in which case he drops into a run.
Ayish sits up blearily at the noise and call to arms, clutching her blanket to her self. Then hastily scrambles to get into her clothes, done her sword and whip and head off towards any commotion.
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After a brief, non verbal exchange between X and Mamood, X announces, "he is alright. the spider did not hurt him. it came from that chimney. mamood will explore it for us to insure it is safe."
Mamood moves over to the chimney where the spider entered. Unless someone objects, he climbs in and starts to look for more spiders.
Climb
Mamood climbs into the chimney but seems to find no other danger. Markhet, Celena and ayish arrive on sense seeing two of Almehs red clad guards standing weapons ready.
The mercenaries and you search the monastery top to bottom over the next hour, You find no other dangers however.Maybe it crept down the chimney or maybe it was there before. Regardless The Guards do not leave Almahs door the rest of the night.
After the search Trevvis , the red freckled mercenary leader chuckles a bit as he nears the group "Fine job ya did of clearing the place.' Giving a grin to Ayish he winks "Fine outfit ya have there. The other two mercenary's he had with him, a dark skinned woman named Yesper and a tall ulfen named Dullen laugh as they head back toward the beds.
"There teasing makes Markhet mad!" the tiny gnome growls, "Markhet would make him eat his words or say something particularity mean if she were free . . . but Markhet is still a slave so she will bide her time and wait till she can speak freely. Then Markhet will say some things . . . oh yes, she will indeed."
Markhet returns to bed and in the morning she explores the green spaces completely. Her newly acquired pass without trace allows her to easily walk through torn bushes.
While everyone is awake, N'Djamena says: "Hold, my friends! Nethys has sent me a vision. Buried in the overgrown garden, there is a holy relic -- a weapon of mystical significance to the bearded man depicted in this temple's artwork. Will any of you come with me to dig it up? I fear that I will not be able to sleep until it is recovered."
N'Djamena looks hopefully at the others.
"Excellent! Now let me see if I can remember which part of the garden it was buried in, in my vision."
N'Djamena adjusts his armor while trying to remember the details of his dream.
Vrealk glowers at Trevvis, committing his face to memory. Me thinks I don't like him, and me thinks he needs something to scare him some. Oh well, later.
Vrealk is jarred back to the group with N'Djamena's request. "Of course me help you dig up the weapon, friend-N'Djamena. Lead the way, and me will follow!"
The party is able to find a few shovels in the caravan supplies even if they do get odd looks from the mercenary on duty, but she says nothing as the party heads to the garden.
Soon the party is digging at an area N'Djamena felt right about, it takes a while but after about three feet someones shovel strikes something. N'Djamena almost feels a vibration as he digs with his fingers to uncover what has lain hidden beneath the earth
Covered in earth he lifts a Morningstar of blueish/gray metal into the night sky. Light from the torches gleans off the weapon, catching swirls and etchings of unearthly beauty that seem to make it a work of art as much as a weapon.
Tempest N'Djamena whispers into the nigh with a voice not solely his on. Somehow N'Djamena feels more complete as if a part of him had been missing for oh so long.
N'Djamena passes the magic mace that they found earlier to Xerxzayas. "Here, take this -- I don't need it any longer."
He practices swishing Tempest through the air a few times.
"Neat," Markhet says when she sees the weapon, "how did the priest know to dig there Markhet wonders?"
"Neat," Markhet says when she sees the weapon, "how did the priest know to dig there Markhet wonders?"
"It was in my dream. Let me see if I can remember..."
Celena is over to look N'djamena's new weapon in less than a heartbeat.
Markhet demands to feel the priest's forehead and to see his tongue.
"You looks okay," Markhet reluctantly says, "you should eat more milk and meat though, maybe some gazelle, and some eggs in your feed would help to make your coat nice and shinny."
Markhet's medical knowledge, it seems, may be more feline based.
Vrealk smiles a wide grin. "That sure is nice morning star, friend-N'Djamena. Me wish me would have dreams like that. Lately, me just dream of bugs and pugs. Hah! That rhymes!"
After Markhet's 'examination', Vrealk chimes in, "Me thinks he doesn't have coat like Larrs, friend-Markhet. But me agree that meat and eggs good for anyone, cat or person. Me wonder if there are any eggs around here?"
The antics of Marhket and Vrealk bring a slight smile to Ayish's face. Though this new strange weapon and its affinity for N'djamena causes her to frown slightly. She stands quietly beside her brother for now.
"Of course he doesn't have a coat like Larrs," Markhet notes, "Markhet thinks it's because of his diet. But if the priest eats right he could have a full head of hair and a nice beard. Then the ladies will be all over him."
After the great weapon hunt, the party is able to get a few more hours of sleep. The next morning you eat a breakfast of goat cheese and Fresh loaves of khubuz Hadrah had been baking since before down. After the meal you are summoned by one of lmah's guards to the chapel. Upon arriving you can see Almah and Garvel standing over a makeshift table looking at a map
"Greetings" The merchant princess says as you approach " I hope you sleep well after last nights incident.Come , gather round, As you can see here I have had a rough map prepared based off scouting done by travelers and a few locale merchants that travel the near by routes." She says as say indicated the map. Garvel stands at her shoulder but says nothing
"What I would like you to do is scout the area and the outskirts of the village.Try and gauge the Gnolls strength that hold the village currently."[b] Be hind her gavel speaks to you [b]"I would avoid the battlemarket at this time, that is the most likely base for anyone holding the village and the most gnolls and best defense I would say"
Almah nods at Garvels words "Do any of you have any questions or thoughts on this?"
"Any idea if there are Gnolls or anything else in these two area's?" Celena asks pointing at the ruined watchtower and the old shrine
"Humm Gravel says "Yes, the watchtower fell with Kelmarane. It is uninhibited or so we have gathered. The shrine is old, and we have been told is home to a hermit or some type."
Know religion/ locale DC 15
Know: religion
Knowledge Religion
Celena thinks for a minute or two before responding "That would probably be the old shrine of Nethys I seem to recall being in the area chances are the hermit is a priest or worshipper."
Vrealk's eyes light up at the prospect of scouting. "Scouting? Yes! Right up my alley! Me is very good at scouting, mistress-Almah."
He looks to Xerxzayas. "Me agree, friend-mage. That would make a good spot for me to scout the village out. And if me discovered, although me doubt it, being across that river let me get away easier. And no one expect one goblin to be a threat."
"Yes, if Nethys's shrine is being profaned, we should go there first."
As the group sees to agree the old shrine is a good starting point Almah nods "Very well, I shall await your return."
It is not long after that yo gather your gear and start across the wind blown terrain toward the river
survival:
Ayish pads along following the group, walking beside her brother and his companion.
Ayish looks at the churning river water and quietly steps closer to Xerxzayas
N'Djamena helps Markhet with her Survival check, if possible.
untrained Survival:
You make your way from the monastery and are careful to avoid the area's wildlife. Markhet with a little help from N'Djamena do find what looks to be a low point in the river. Fifty feet across and maybe 3 to 4 feet deep with rocks jutting from the river making slippy but serviceable stopping points to help in crossing the rapid water
"Friends, I suggest we rope ourselves together before crossing. So if one of us starts to falter, the others can support him."
"Larrs is going across that river," Markhet says pointing, to which the lion seems to instantly process:
"Mrowl?" The cat seems to ask with a hint of defiance in his voice.
"Yes you are Larrs!" Markhet snaps.
"Mrrowwl!" the cat snarls.
"You are you big baby!" Markhet shouts, standing up in her saddle, "Markhet is going across there. How would Larrs like to be left alone? Who would clean Larrs' teeth? Who would brush his fur? Who would help him hunt? Larrs is going over that water one way or another . . ."
"Hissssssss!"
"Larrs Catington!" The gnome snaps leaning forward to look the cat in the eyes, "don't you dear take that tone with me! I don't care how snarly you get but don't you hiss at me or Markhet will pull your whiskers!"
The cat lets out a low growl but there doesn't seem to be as much fight too it.
"Okay priest," Markhet says when she's sure the cat won't give her any more lip, "but Markhet thinks you should tie part of the rope around Larrs' saddle. Larrs is a good swimmer when he needs to be."
Ayish does not look at all confident about her ability to cross the river before them.
N'Djamena removes his armor as a safety precaution before crossing the river.
"Let's do this as quickly as we can; I don't relish being attacked without my armor yet again!"