Chapter Three - Return to the Mournland

Mother Jahanah seems prepared for what comes next, Dubdub jumps a bit, but immediately looks to the fragile goblin. A resonant ringing sound fills the wooden temple. The young woman is silenced by the shock of the sound and her screeching momentarily stops.

Focused solely on Virtue, the cleric and the druid take the pain in stride. Dubdub lays his hands and says, "I've got her!"

Seeing that his gnome companion has the ring ‘in hand’, so to speak, Tryne retreats as the warforged soldier unleashes the spell. Vice, stands by his cursed goblin friend, willingly taking the effects to preserve as much of the gem as possible. Cracks form throughout the small diamond, seemingly prevented from fully breaking by the ring it is set in.

For the second time, a cacophonous ringing fills the chamber. This time Dubdub takes the full effects along with Vice. Crystal candelabras shatter as molten wax flies from the altar, setting a tapestry on fire. Mother Jahanah remains resolute on the task at hand.

For the second time, Virtue stops moving. Vice notices her eyes turn cold and black. The light completely gone. The druid commands once again, "Not yet little one!"

A golden light pours once more from the druid man’s hand into the little goblin’s chest. Virtue shrieks in pain and anger as the fire flares in her eyes once more.

The diamond explodes into glittery dust, contained by the mage hand. Mother Jahanah raises an outstretched hand toward Vice’s spectral one. An invisible force wrenches the fine particles from within and brings them into her hand. The cleric yells an incantation over the echoing din of 37’s spell. Her arrowhead totem lights up in one hand as the diamond dust comes alive with a brilliant rainbow emitting from the other.

As the light envelops the healer’s hands, she lays them upon the restrained Virtue. The goblin woman’s ear piercing screams rival 37’s spell as a black shadow is torn from her chest by Mother Jahanah. The light from her hands swallows the curse, replaced by shooting rays of rainbow light.

All at once, the temple falls silent.

The tapestry and portions of the altar burn gently behind the stoic cleric. Virtue lays peacefully in front of her. The grey of her skin slowly turns back to the muted green Vice has always known. The goblin entertainer weakly opens her eyes, revealing their vibrant purple.

Dubdub replies reassuringly to Vice, "Of course, of course, Mr. Vice.", he returns with a quick, muscular hug. Mother Jahanah merely nods with her usual stoic and perpetually annoyed demeanour, but the little gnome feels the lightest of embraces in return.

Meepo and 37 set about extinguishing the small fires. The warforged does his best to repair the damage from his spells. The shattered candelabras are beyond repair. The tapestry mends back together without much issue. The spilled wax evaporates into the ether. The small ring lays on the floor, the gem now missing from it.