[sblock=Mirra]The bravo looks briefly surprised that Mirra has addressed him then grins predatorily at her.
“That was you?” He clicks his tongue in a mock scolding fashion.
“Yeah, you could say Severi is still upset. If I were you I would take whatever errand Mother Telka has you running and I wouldn’t hurry back. I wouldn’t take too long ‘round here, either; you know I’m gonna have to tell Severi I saw you here.”
Telka impatiently waves the bravo out of the room. He goes, though with the typically insolent swagger of Venza’s disaffected youth, stops just outside the door and leans against the wall waiting for Telka to finish her business. He looks back and gives Mirra an exaggerated wink before Telka draws the curtain across the door. She turns to Mirra.
“I am no striga seeking to corrupt you with vile deeds; but that is exactly what a striga would say, no?” She laughs dryly.
“Travel has become difficult for me but even at my age when one hears intriguing rumors one is compelled to investigate. There is a flower, the Aamornan, with interesting properties but it is the honey made from its pollen that I am interested in…”
Telka goes on to explain the following: Aamornan grows in the forested foothills north of the Seithr; some claim the fey of the Chernyj Wood have access to the honey and know where and how to acquire it; the honey has a faint purple cast to it and radiates magic. While Telka is interested in it for its soporific qualities and medical uses she is highly interested in discerning its magical qualities.
"I will give you enough to buy a container of the honey and pay you for the journey and the getting of what I need." She narrows her eyes as she assesses Mirra.
"Say, 500 gold for your service."
[sblock=Aamornan]A parasitic vine similar to mistletoe. The flower produces a pollen that is mildly hallucinogenic when inhaled.[/sblock]
. . . . Mother Telka . . . . . Flower of the Aamornan .[/sblock][sblock=Tsaaruk, Pirvinia, Samad, Garadh]Tsaaruk, Pirvinia, and Samad stand ready at the door and see, finally, the appearance of those that Samad heard moving about just moments previous. As described by Quillian earlier in the journey the creatures are tall, nearly as tall as Tsaaruk, and heavily muscled. Several move along the second floor balconies. Pirvinia quickly counts four and another drops down from the second level opening above the altar breaking out the wooden screen as he does so. Its eyes glint with red and it seems eager to close and test itself against Tsaaruk but it stops when strident tones ring out through the cathedral.
It is a stand-off of sorts as neither side advances yet but Quillian again expresses his concern over Garadh’s health.
“I’m not sure how long Garadh is going to be on his feet…”
Garadh does feel better after emptying his stomach when he suddenly becomes flushed with heat surging through his body that leaves him sweating. When it disipates just as suddenly it leaves him chilled and shivering.
[sblock=OOC]Khisanth, I just noticed that you haven’t updated Garadh to 4th level yet. Not sure what happened there, whether my fault or yours but we need to get that done. If it was my fault, I apologize.
The Fort save fails. Technically, onset shouldn’t take place for a day but as I was using it as an excuse to withdraw characters I pushed the timeline up a little. I won’t apply the effects until the day has passed, however.
Metagame: I’m not going to tell you you have to retreat but I’d like to get Mirra in the group before the next combat. This location is far enough off the beaten track that having her stumble across it at this exact time strains my suspension of disbelief… Plus, this'll give a chance to sort out some treasure, recover, and who knows what else will happen in the meantime.[/sblock][/sblock]
