Medjai detects no evil presences within the range of his sight.
Jorgun’s words seem to relax the elf, at least as much is possible in such a dire situation.
“My apologies for my reaction. All I remember is being near the Storm King and Terendelev as they crashed. I saw the flames come towards me, then there was darkness and nothing. What happened to Terendelev, did she escape the battle?”
“I am Aravashnial, of the Riftwardens. What are your names? Can you each say your own so that I can at least set a voice to a name, if not a face?”
“I may not be able to see, but I do have some magic left that may help you. The first three degrees of summon spells are prepared in my mind, as well as sleep, true strike, resist energy, levitate, acid arrow, heroism and magic circle against evil. I can also summon acid darts and flares as need be, if we can find my components pouch.”
“Have you sent scout’s out yet? It would certainly be best to have some muscle between us and whatever... or whoever may be out there.”
Calloh’s attempts to reassure Aravahnial fall flat, as such words can in such a horrid situation, but they do not seem to worsen his attitude either.
Jorgun’s splint is less effective than his previous speech. The woman winces in pain and the splint refuses to stay stable. “I don’t suppose there’s any other way of geting that done, is there?” she asks.
Jorgun’s words seem to relax the elf, at least as much is possible in such a dire situation.
“My apologies for my reaction. All I remember is being near the Storm King and Terendelev as they crashed. I saw the flames come towards me, then there was darkness and nothing. What happened to Terendelev, did she escape the battle?”
“I am Aravashnial, of the Riftwardens. What are your names? Can you each say your own so that I can at least set a voice to a name, if not a face?”
“I may not be able to see, but I do have some magic left that may help you. The first three degrees of summon spells are prepared in my mind, as well as sleep, true strike, resist energy, levitate, acid arrow, heroism and magic circle against evil. I can also summon acid darts and flares as need be, if we can find my components pouch.”
“Have you sent scout’s out yet? It would certainly be best to have some muscle between us and whatever... or whoever may be out there.”
Calloh’s attempts to reassure Aravahnial fall flat, as such words can in such a horrid situation, but they do not seem to worsen his attitude either.
Jorgun’s splint is less effective than his previous speech. The woman winces in pain and the splint refuses to stay stable. “I don’t suppose there’s any other way of geting that done, is there?” she asks.
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