Xoch' will inspect Quixti for any readily visible signs of the rash or illness mentioned by the Shaman.
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Xoch' will inspect Quixti for any readily visible signs of the rash or illness mentioned by the Shaman.
To the merchant, What is this thing? What happened to you?
He glances to his companions hoping that they would be able to help.
Rolls
Arcana perhaps? - (1d20-1)
(15) - 1 = 14
Tēcuani sees the similarity of magical aura from the splinter and from the scroll.
"May I see that scroll?"
Kon lifts his nose up enough to read the scroll that the great cat holds. He pulls a pouch out from his belt and takes a pinch of soot and a pinch of salt and spreads the black and white powders over the flaming words, then mutters the arcane language in his guttural accent while touching his fingers on the glyphs. The dwarf falls back as if pushed. He shakes his head and repeats the words' meaning in common for the party to hear, "Lord Barchedatl, Banished King of Nexal, accept as my gift, the tiloni of these Silver Knights whom I have corrupted to bring you this message. Come my Lord. Arise and bring those hairy beasts of tlacatecolotl you have gathered from the House of Tezca back to the Pyramid in the sands where Qotal first slew Zaltec. A glorious afterlife awaits you. I, Elena of the Church of Dusk, have gathered an army for you to use to ascend in the First Man's place. Come my Lord. Arise. I seek only the Codex to the First Man's hidden temple. The rest of Maztica will be yours my Lord. Come my Lord. Arise."
If this is really the vampire Elena with the green aura scroll case who wants the Mummy King to take the hairy beasts to the pyramid, whose green aura obsidian splinter is wanting us to go to Turka instead?"
Rolls
Medicine - (1d20+2)
(17) + 2 = 19
Her husband feels the pain in her heart for this poor man. Whoever put this splinter here, did so with the careless disregard for life that bespeaks evil. Duke lays a hand on Kitty's shoulder and the other on the pommel of his sword. With sad eyes he speaks to Kitty and Xoch', "I believe I may be able to help."
Giving death as a warrior and healing as a Goddess's sworn paladin was never a contradiction to the Knight. He was always a mass of contradictions. He wears the silver Aumish metal plate over his sword arm and shoulder with its high ridges to prevent decapitation This strange metal is the style of the far flung Faerunian countries he had traveled in and where he had grown accustomed to strange fashions and ideas. There, in those strange lands, he had met a half elf tavern girl named Sune and fell in love with her, but the tragedy of that time was wiped from his memories for many years. On the other side of his body, his foreign attire is matched by a more traditional bare shoulder blazoned with the colorful inks of the Quetzalcoatl Winged Serpent of Qotal, to whom he had begun training as a paladin. His privileged youth as a temple boy was tragically altered by his years as a pirate under the iron fist of the vampire Elena Lampbright and marked by his pirate's burial-gold earring. Now, he is marked by the orange feather in his hair that Kitsune Calypso had given him as a marriage present. To her, with undying love, he looks, as he draws his sword quietly. He lights it with searing radiant flame. Duke casts a burning smite spell on his next action and swings it in an arc to the Pochteca. With a thud, Dukalu of Ulatos breaks the man's bone in a clean swipe at the bottom of the elbow, searing the blood. Dropping the blade and falling onto his knees, Duke lays his hands on the severed elbow and seals the skin about the cut with his healing grace.
Allowing Kitty a moment to hug the man, Duke reaches for the arm still seething in glowing evil and wraps it in a cloth. Getting up, he looks to Kon, "Dear Sir, may I have the privilege of putting this message in your Bag of Colding, so that we may deliver it fresh to its sender? Let us use our blades to open a dialogue with his flesh and insert our opinion therein?
I believe we need to make haste. To the Pyramid or to Turka?"
I take the corrupted appendage and carefully store it in my bag.
You did well with that Dukalu.
To Turka and see the refugee city that Huatzi has established in the House of Tezca and where we are told by the shard, the Quetzalcoatl lies." The Knight pulls the canoe forward, takes his favorite seat in the middle and offers a hand to Kitty.
"The shaman has done well by his word and provisioned us with food and water for the trip, though I must say, flying is certainly first class."
I agree with Kitsune. We have hopefully removed their advantage of surprise thanks to this good mans sacrifice. Let us see that those who work this kind of evil do not live a day longer than necessary.
It knows its way back to me. It is the least I can do."