The Olavi Device
Log Info
- Title: The Olavi Device
- Emitter: Sabina, Whirlpool
- Characters: Bannon, Sabina, Ashes, Morgan, Halani, Delilah, Donna, Darius
- Place: A10: Temple of Tarien, A10: Temple District
- Time: Wednesday, June 17, 2020, 9:01 PM
- Summary: Bannon, Sabina and a Ruffian are talking in the Temple of Tarien, about how they came to choose this faith. Sabina is very sick from having caught the Plague Oooze. Ash arrives to check on her, and fill her in on what happened after she passed out when a Dire Corgi bursts past, with clerics in tow, warning that the dog has stolen the Olavi device. An object that's great for pranks as it summons bees. Sabina retires while the other two give chase into the Temple District, where a quiet day around the fountain is interrupted. The adventurers chase the dog, with Bannon successfully tackling it, Donna distracting it with a knotted rope, and Ash retrieving the device. But not before the dog accidentally activated it. Good news! It didn't summon bees. It summoned wasps. Panic ensuse as people flee, web themselves, fly high above and laugh, punch the fountain and other optomistic acts. Ash manages to switch off the device, but the wasps remain. After some more flailing and balls of fire, the wasps are sufficiently dispersed as to no longer be a problem, and Grabby, the aptly named Corgi, is taken back to the temple to treat her for many, many stings in her mouth.
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The Temple of Tarien. Some people refer to this as a place of wisdom, others refer to it as 'party central'. A playful statue of the Coyote stands just outside, cleverly designed so that it emits a howling sound when the wind blows over it. While acolytes all wear the same mask of comedy, the Luckbringers themselves frequently carry masks of great value, highly personal and carefully decorated. The front of the temple is decorated with people discussing, performing (frequently in bizarre and difficult to understand manners), and generally carrying on more like an affable party than a religious organization. Acolytes out front are frequently engaged with the elderly in games of chess, riddles, and more.
Inside, a twisting labyrinth comprises the innards of the temple, with only its adherents possessed of any ability to guarantee they'll arrive at the location they expect. It is said the temple of Tarien needs no guards for no-one who enters uninvited will ever find his way out again, the hallways and doors shifting and changing so that even tracing one's way back becomes impossible. Should one seek services here, one is just as likely to be engaged in a game of chance as be expected to pay, and a good trick, joke, or riddle is often considered just as high a tribute as any material offering. That being said, ostentation is less important than substance, as the answerless questions and riddles scrawling over the walls, engraved in the very stone are said to offer a treasure to those who decipher them greater than any gem: Wisdom.
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-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Appearing in Temple of Althea -=-=-=-=-= Bannon 5'9" 195 Lb Human Male A shorter man of Tsuran heritage, with a thin moustace and goatee. Sabina 5'4" 130 Lb Human Female Tsuran woman of dark hair and green eyes Ashes 5'11" 177 Lb Hobgoblin Female A somber arvec in grey clothes with a skull face =--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--= -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Appearing in Temple District -=-=-=-=-= Ashes 5'11" 177 Lb Hobgoblin Female A somber arvec in grey clothes with a skull face Morgan 4'10" 79 Lb Half-Elf Female Short pixy like half elf with fair skin Halani 5'4" 120 Lb Human/Xian Female Shortish, dusky skinned woman with almond shaped eyes. Delilah 5'4" 106 Lb Human Female A golden haired human girl in white robes. Donna 5'4" 106 Lb Human Female A black-haired human girl in black robes. Bannon 5'9" 195 Lb Human Male A shorter man of Tsuran heritage, with a thin moustace and goatee. Darius 6'4" 240 Lb Human Male A tall, stocky and muscular human warrior. =--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--= -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- As the GM -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Whirlpool Otyugh I am stinky! =--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=
Bannon glances back and forth between Sabina and the Ruffian, his eyes drifting up a moment later, "I can think of a few points that would make pretty strong cases for themselves. Like that point you reach when you can't scratch that part of your back that you can't reach in a city whose chief architect thought it would be an 'interesting design decision' to fashion everything with rounded corners and no angles. If that's not madness then it's pretty close, I'd think." He pauses, then adds with a nod, "The pub running out of beer." He then frowns, "No, that's just maddening..."
He trails off, looking towards the Ruffian and nodding his head slowly, "I would agree with you there without argument. Nobody would ever describe me as a cerebral person." He then shrugs, "Good gig, though?"
Bina is propped up next to the statue of coyote. her head resting against it's flank with Emp beside her. She's without mask and looking ill. Grey-white coloring and sweating. Her whole body languge screams 'tired' but she's still smiling. Beside her lounging about is the figure of a woman dressed in jarringly msimatched colors that are expertly done to actually work. Hand and feet covered. Her face hidden behind a mask that is half sun and half moon.
The two women speak to Bannon switching from serrious talk to mirthful banter.
The masked woman speaks, "A good gig? It's the one I was born to do. Do you know I was a tax auditor for almost ten years. I was so unhappy I thought I might hang myself rather then tell another soul they owed the crown money. I came to the temple to get cheered up. Found faith and a new calling at the same time. Now I enjoy what work I do."
The wind blows a tattered grey yard of cloth along with a skeleton caught up in it. No, it's Ashlee, Ashes or Ash, a skull-face decorated Mourner of Vardama, and an arvec nar of various grey hues. Her clothes were once fine, now threadbare and faded, and there's a mouldering and grave-like aspect to her. Its quiet around her, and chilly in a clammy sort of way. She moves rather silently, and drifts up beside Sabina, staring at her with dark eyes in blackened sockets. Her head turns as she looks at Bannon, and the Ruffian, before back to the tarien cleric. "You look bad."
Bannon hmms, shaking his head, "I didn't know that." He then tilts his head, "Not for nothing, but I think you traded up on the employment front." He turns his head, watching Ashlee approaches with curiousity. He nods his head to the Verdaman cleric, and then looks towards Sabina. Tilting his head to indicate Ash, he asks, "Are you going to take that from her?"
Sabina snort-cough-giggles, putting the rag to her mouth once again until her giggle fit can be gotten under control. She looks up towards Ashes and with her smile says, "Hello there. You look better. I take it that one of them removed the ooze from you?" She wave-pushes Bannon's words off and shrugs. "Ashlee was there last night as I think I told you."
"Yes. Silver Guard Serene. After you passed out." Ash says, her voice monotone and even. She looks over at Bannon, and seemingly dead serious says, "No. I will collect her if she dies."
She has no comment for the ex-taxman woman, although together they could be inevitable.
Bannon nods his head, "Yeah, you mentioned." He looks up to Ashes and smiles, "Glad to see you're feeling better." He looks back towards Sabina, "If she's for it, the Ruffian and I are going to walk off and talk about things. I'll be back to check on you before too long, though." He then stands, looking towards Ashes, "Please excuse us." He takes a few steps away, along with the Ruffian, who proceeds to walk with Bannon deeper into the Temple.
Bina chuckles as she watches Bannon and the Ruffian start to move off towards the depths of the temple, speaking of Ruffian ways and the roles they may play. She turns to Ashes again and closes her tired eyes. "I'm glad you stopped by. Maybe you can tell me about what happened after I left? You didn't end up having to carry me here did you? I feel like a sack of potatoes."
"I did." Ashlee says, continuing to stare. She doesn't look all that strong, but perhaps was strong enough. She adjusts the strap of her shoulder satchel, then rests her hand on it. Eyes fixed on Sabina's she explains in monotone, "The injured were healed. Many died. The treants left, Shalehazel didn't. The druids and the Silver Guards talked. They sent a messenger today, did one find you? I got this note."
She holds out a folded piece of paper with a broken seal.
Bina coughs into the rag again, this time taking more then a few seconds to subside before taking the note and opening it up ,reading the contents slowly.
Bina finishes the note and closes her eyes. "Well. That's good new and bad news together in one.. with a side of 'I hope it's good' tossed in there as well." She hands the note back and shakes her head. "It's like trying to untangle pasta. I'm tired just thinking about it."
Bannon returns, emerging from the inside of the Temple and walking back with a slow step towards Sabina and Ashes. He arrives a moment later and then takes a seat, draping an arm across his knee. He looks between the two for a moment and then looks towards the note, his eyebrows knitting together.
Ash holds the note out towards Bannon after taking it back from Sabina. She nods to the Tarien cleric, although she does make any further comments.
In the world, there are a great many creatures used as beasts of burden and steeds. There are lizards and horses and war dogs and...
...and, of course, there's the infamous so-called 'dire corgi'.
One such beast has been lurking around the Temple of Tarien with his owner, and apparently, there's a bit of trouble.
"Ahh! Someone stop him! He's got the Olavi Device!"
Whatever that is, the sheer panic in the halfling chasing after the corgi -- which just darted out the door with a joyful 'boof!' -- indicates that it can't be good.
Sabina's head turns back towards the sounds of yelling and panic. Not a totally uncommon thing in Tarien's temple. Her bird's head raises up a moment later and the pair of them follow the movements of said dire corgi as the noble beast dashes out the door.
Stoicly she taps her finger against her lips and ponders the sight and her life. "What's a Olavi device?" She asks finally.
The ashen arvec turns her head too, wondering similar things and also watching the progression of the dire corgi. "I hope it didn't eat it," is the thought she shares. Like most arvec nar, she's very good with horses. In her case, pale ones. Whether this translates into experience with dire dogs remains to be seen, but she casually moves to try and catch it.
"Heeeeelp," yells the halfling as he chases after the mishevious corgi, running outside!
"The Oolavi.. ah... when depressed it is known to summon.. Oh dear," says a nearby cleric, "It's an insect attracting device. *Lovely* for pranks." Here's hop[ing the dog doesn't actually turn it on.
Bina starts to get up to follow but a coughing fit wracks her entire frame and something unhealthy looking comes up into the rag she uses. "Ok.. Maybe not going is the better idea. But, you might want to assist, Ashlee. If that thing works.. and it goes into another temple.. or even down towards the market.." She coughs again and settles back.
Ash nods, putting her hand on Sabina's shoulder. In circumstances like this, she knows exactly what to say. It always helps. Completely monotone and with no warmth she says, "There, there. Everything will be all right."
Reassurances over, she nods once, "I'll help. Rest." She heads outside.
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The air of solemn, heavy divinity in the area is often broken by laughter. The dual presence of the deities Althea and Daeus, man and wife, stand towards the center, with their children and their children's temples positioned around them. The presence of the divine is felt not only by their temples, but also by the actions of their worshipers. The great plaza is as a social center, paved in brilliant, white flagstones and covered in benches and sitting areas. Priests, acolytes, and servicefolk of all stripes roam the plaza, going from one task to the other.
At the front of the temples of Daeus and Althea, at the Plaza's centermost point, rests a great fountain, the cheerful waters reflecting the Sun during the day, and the Moon and Stars at night. The fountain is strategically centered, and is oft a place for wisdom and lesson-giving. It is not uncommon for a priest of some stripe or the other to stand there, surrounded by the curious and faithful, delivering messages of hope or contemplation. At other times, it and the plaza become a landscape of celebration of the holy holidays.
Few vendors are seen in the plaza--the nearby temples provide most food or services. Towards the west, the great Bridge stretches across the river, and towards the east, the Redridge mountains. The plaza rests in the midst of it all, the temples massive and grand on the Alexandrian scale.
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It's an ordinary day in the Temple Circle!
... or it was until a dire corgi bursts out thorugh the open doors of the Temple of Tarien with its tail wagging madly and something in its mouth. One can see from the way its cheeks are stuffed.
Whatever it is, it shouldn't have it from the various scattered Tarienites emerging shouting after the dog. Her name is 'Grabby'.
She is living up to it apparently.
Perhaps the last thing one would expect to see exiting the Tarienite temple is a skull-faced Mourner of Vardama. She trails behind the other clergy, not exactly running, but moving faster than her typical slow, stroll. Her faded clothes flap about her portentiously as she utters a warning. A warning given in bored, slow, monotones, "Grabby has the Oolavi device. It summons Bees."
And here she was hoping for scorpions.
Morgan stops playing with her new magic item "oh the fun we can have with this. Hey Grabby come here my beautifull friend." she even pats her sides in hope to lure the dog. "I give good belly rubs."
"Ehh?" Halani looks up from her reflection, then twists so she can see the commotion. And so she witnesses the smallish dog being chased by a horde of gaily dressed clergy and worshippers... and one skull faced mourner. "I feel like a joke is here somewhere," she says to no on in particular. Suredly some artist has rendered such a scene for comedic purposes, after all. As Morgan begins to try and call the dog, Halani rotates around and places her feet on the ground before carefully replacing the wig upon her head.
Darius blinks and stares at the corgi and then mutters, "Where's Fluffy when I need her... she'd stop this thing in it's tracks..." Good thing Aika wasn't here, she might want to adopt it...
Not too far behind Ashes, and catching up quickly, is Bannon Vayne. The airman stops next to her, listens, then picks up step after the dire corgi.
"Rrrr," says Grabby the corgi, darting around one end of the fountain away from her pursuers.
"Grrr."
That tail is wagging so hard it might disperse a swarm of bees if one were to arrive. She's having a BLAST.
"Grabby! Drop! Drop it!"
Grabby adjusts her grip on the oolavi device. It clanks around in her mouth. There are no bees...
...yet.
Ash decides it might be easier, especially if everyone is chasing Gabby around the fountain, to stand still and wait for the dog to run up to her. So, she picks a likely spot and waits there. Morgan seems like she knows the animal too. Someone will figure something out. In any case, it makes it easier to watch, so she does. She stands and stares at Grabby as she runs about, watching intently.
Morgan looks to the group "Who of us all here are fast and good with dogs. I will make you faster."
When trouble erupts, there are three kinds of people; those who flee trouble, those to charge *toward* trouble...
...And those who charge toward trouble because they don't want to get *blamed* for it.
The twins, in most cases, are the latter; playing the hero in an attempt to move the needle away from the default 'deir fault.'
"C'mon, D," Donna calls over her shoulder as she lopes toward the sound of hue and cry. "Quicker we get there, quicker we can put it down, just in case *some* Guard folk're feelin' particularly preachery."
Elbowing her way through the crowd, she stops, staring at the chaos sown by a single megalocorgi with a toy in its mouth.
... Siiiiiiiigh.
"Does, like, no one have a treat for the silly lil' thing?!"
GAME: Morgan casts Haste. Caster Level: 12 DC: 22
Morgan smirks as she says a few sharp words in a arcane hollowed language as a blue energy streches out hitting every one making the world look a bit slower around them. after that she flys high in the air to watch the show.
Halani just hefts her feet up back onto the fountain's edge to avoid having the dog run into them. Or run over them. She is definitely grinning. "Why are you chasing the puppy again?" she has to ask.. loudly.. and looking entirely too amused.
"I'm comin', I'm comin'!" Delilah hustles to keep up with Donna, actually using one hand to hold her robe out of the way for faster running, and the other to keep a hold of her hat. "Look, just so long as Norrington isn't there, we should be safe, right? Right?"
And then there's a corgi. Like, a big corgi, but a corgi nonetheless.
Delilah almost runs into Donna's back, before stepping to the side of her sister. Just not, y'know, in front of her. In front is Donna's job. "Uhm.... well we already ate all of that beef jerky," she mumbles. "I mean, it was really *good*, and I don't regret it, but I do kinda wish maybe we had it." She shrugs, "Think he'd like... some left over trail rations from our last job?"
A halfling has run out of the Tarienite temple. He is waving his arms. "Yes! The oolavi device! It sends off a signal that attracts bees when its activated!"
The pupper runs around before skidding to a halt in front of Ashes. They are, after all, succesfully using the fountain in their game of 'keep away'.
It's tail continue wagging extra hard.
<OOC> Bannon says, "Diving tackle. It's going to be epic." GAME: Bannon rolls Dexterity: (14)+4+1: 19
"Sabina snorted all my treats." Ash says, to no one in particular. As Grabby runs up in front of her, the skull-faced arvec reaches out slowly to put her hand on her nose. In careful, measured terms, she says, "Woaw," then, "sit" and finally "Good Girl."
It works for horses, usually, and her people and animal skills are somewhat limited.
Bannon speeds up after getting an understanding of what is going on with the dog. He barrels towards the dog and then veers off. With a nimble leap, he hops up on to the edge of his fountain and rounds the structure with an unerring step. The dog never sees him coming, and he brings the dog to the ground. He shouts out as he struggles to hang on to the dog, "Get the device!"
"What.. what kind of treats... snort?" Yep, Ashe's explanasion, overheard by Halani on the fountain, have confused the islander. Enough that she momentarily loses sight of the Corgi. Though the tackles and the running and the commands remind her of the debacle in short enough order. "Bees?"
The dog snuffles at Ashes, of course, snuffle snuffle. The device is rearranged in its mouth!
...And that's when Bannon tackles her from behind. She immediately struggles before going limp in his grasp, more or less, like a big floofy rag doll that pants. The tail wags madly. It still has the device.
Morgan lays on her side in the high in the air as if this is a show for her.
"Of all the..." Donna grumbles, shaking her head. With a heavy sigh, she unhooks a coil of rope from her belt, tying a thick knot in one end. Just above the knot, is tied a hank of pale blue cloth, and thus equipped the brawler starts to circle the edge of the crowd. When she gets within earshot, she looses a series of high-pitched whistles.
"Hey girl!" she calls, her voice high and cheerful as she lifts up the knotted end of the rope, wiggling it back and forth for visibility. "Hey good girl! Wanna play a game, do ya?"
GAME: Donna rolls perception: (12)+10: 22 GAME: Ashes rolls perception: (10)+3: 13 GAME: Bannon rolls Perception: (9)+7: 16 GAME: Morgan rolls perception: (2)+15: 17 GAME: Darius rolls Perception: (18)+10: 28 GAME: Halani rolls perception: (1)+24: 25 (EPIC FAIL)
Donna's plan works.
Knotted rope?! YAY! It drops the device.
It's small circular piece of metal with various crystals and nodules and a serioes of dials on it.
It looks complicated.
..but hey you better figure it out becasue all of you hear it.
The sound of buzzing wings.
Ash watches the commotion as Grabby halts, Bannon tackles her down, a tempting rope is thrown nearby, the device dropped and the dire-corgi leaps. She crouches and scoops the complicated device up off the ground, then stands there peering at it. She touches a few of the nodules and dials, spinning a few of them. One dial goes to eleven, interesting. She searches for an off switch.
... black and yellow bugs arrivew in a swarm into the temple circle! People are screaming and diving to the ground, under wagons or stalls or into doorways!
Either way, it's havoc as the swarm arrives. That's a lot of little black and yellow bugs!
Darius glances in the direction of the buzzing and then YELLS, "OH <SNAP>! Those aren't BEES! THEY'RE WASPS!" He draws his sword, "We need to take them down quick!"
The sound of buzzing halts Donna's distraction, and she straightens, staring wide-eyed at the Oncoming Swarm. "...Aw, hells five through eight... IT AIN'T BEES!" She seems about to say more, but Darius seems to have it covered...
Donna just *stares* at Darius for a moment. "...So like, y'gonna challenge them to a duel or somethin'?"
A quick headshake, and she starts to search the Temple area to find something that might work on a... less one-on-one scale.
Morgan says "Wow wasps the assholes of the insect world." she wonders if she can unleash a fireball with out killing people.
"Huh." Halani tilts her wigged head as she listens to the buzzing, turns just enough to look towards it... and narrows her eyes. The mirth is gone. "Oh no.." she says. She doesn't yell out wasps. Perhaps Darius's warning is enough. And her first instinct is to just hold her breath and fall backwards into the fountain.. before she does, however, she happens to look about.. and yes, it is a busy plaza. She sighs. "Fire?"
Ash stands there, concentrating on the device, as the buzzing grows and the wasps arrive, and the shouting starts. These are ignored, she's oblivious in her focus. She adjusts one dial up a couple notches, she turns a second one down a click. There's an armature piece that holds several different semi-precious stones, and one in a position. She clicks out the current stone, and slots another in place. Finally she carefully pushes on both sides, two panels depress and there's another click.
She holds the device out in front of her in one hand, "I think that turned it off. It shouldn't summon more. Not sure how to return the swarm. It's artifice, I don't fully understand it."
There are wasps everywhere.
Angry, stingy, buzzy wasps.
The dog is trying to eat the hornets, but Bannon still has them.
"Aha! I remember what grandfather would say," Halani says, finally remembering, slowly standing upon the edge of the fountain. "They smell fear! So.. don't be afraid, everyone, yeah?"
Wasps. Great. "Why does it have to be wasps," Delilah mutters. The golden hair sorceress pushes through the crowd, moving to interpose herself between Donna, the corgi, the guy who's wrestling the corgi, the device, and everyone else. "Okay, I got this!" she declares, as her eyes and tattoos flare into a brilliant blue glow. "Stand back!"
After tipping back her hat and rolling up her sleeves (which promptly fall right back down), she chants and traces a few arcane symbols in the air. As she finishes the spell, it explodes into a messy, sticky mass of webbing, blowing up to encompass a fairly large area. With some really good positioning, she's managed to immobilize a number of wasps, all without catching any civillians in it.
On the downside, she got herself in it.
Morgan screams in hoping she can be herd "I will cast a fly spell on you take that stupid item out of the city, or under the water." The flying half elf offers for some one else to do it.
Darius tries to use the flat of his sword to swat down wasps as they get near the civilians, his long thick blade doing a good job as a flyswatter.
"...Good job, D," Donna half-chuckles, but without actual spite. The chuckle seems more of the 'your sacrificed dignity shall not go un-alcohol'd later' variety, and as she shakes her head, her eyes rest on the fountain. The newly-rebuilt fountain. "So I don't know anythin' about artifice, an' less about wasps, but like... Let's see how they like a sprayin'?"
Without waiting for a 'good thinking!' or a 'oh please god no' or even a 'don't worry, Guild insurance has it," Donna scoots to the other side of the fountain from her sister's webbing, flexes her be-enchanted-gauntletted-fingers, and looks for a good spot to start punching.
GAME: Ashes rolls stealth+3: (20)+8+3: 31
"Not moving helps," Ashlee says, as she proceeds to do just that. Stand still, stare. Watching with dark eyes in her blackened eye-sockets. Even her familiar choker seems in on the act, as it tightens down around her neck. She's a little creepy in direct sunlight, more than a Mourner usually is. She's got a crypt-like smell and the quietness of the grave about her. The average person tends to give her a little extra space and it seems the wasps are doing so as well. It's as if she is invisible to them, they fly around and past her, none land and she is not stung.
She also drops the Oolavi device in the fountain, since Morgan suggested putting it in water.
Halani doesn't remain still, as per Ashe's advice, though she doesn't move swiftly. No, she takes one step as though to drop off of the fountain... when she hits the cobbled ground, she is several feat away, appearing before the nearest of the plaza occupants who do not count themselves among heroes facing off against the imperial wasp airforce. "Heya.. better get out of here, yeah?" she tells the bystanders closest to her. "Wasps are NASTY! Arse daggers, all of them, yeah? Bet someone's gonna start throwing fire around soon, too.. so better get under cover!"
GAME: Morgan casts Flaming Sphere. Caster Level: 12 DC: 21
Morgan thinks if over for a second and sends a globe of fire "lets hope they will come to this." said as she is keeping the orb away from people.
"Nobody is to start throwing FIRE around into a WEB SPELL!" Delilah shouts, turning her head to yell over her shoulder. Seeing as how she's, y'know, stuck in her own web. Oh well, it'll dissolve eventually. "Seriously, there is no better way to get everything lit on fire! Also, I'm RIGHT HERE IN IT." Along with a whole bunch of wasps. Wasps that are already enraged, no doubt.
"Actually, if someone could get /me/ out of this, that would be great," she adds, as she starts squirming to try and get herself loose, to absolutely no avail. "Hey, it was me or civillians, so I did my best." She pauses, and smirks. "Show 'em, Donna!"
The good news! The webs are working! THe bad news! Delilah is helpless as wasps sting her!
The good news! Darius is able to swat a lot of yellowjackets!
The bad news is that he's getting the HELL stung out of him by those that are attracted to his movement! Good news is that he's attracted so many that other folks are able to divce into the fountain for safty or run inside.
The dog licks her chops, her mouthn full of very dead wasps. She will probably regret this soon.
The area is, at least, clearing.
...except for the people not paying attention who run into Delilah's web.
Wasps stinging sister.
New plan.
Circling back around to the side of the fountain facing Delilah, Donna rears back, and begins hammering metal-plated fists into marble scupltury, seeking the running water within. And oh gods, the dark twin is very badly hoping that the water is under high pressure...
GAME: Ashes rolls 1d6: (3): 3
"Her tongue is going to swell up." Ash says, slowly resting her hand on Grabby's head. She concentrates, whispering quietly in Yrch while she otherwise stays as still as possible. A certain sort of warmth emanates around her, feeling more like acceptance than reassurance, if one was to ascribe a feeling. It heals the dire corgi.
And Delilah, and everyone caught in the webs.
...And the wasps that aren't completely dead.
There's still *plenty* of wasps. So many wasps.
But they're starting to disperse and leave. What called them here is, after all, gone, and their numbers have been thinned.
Sure are a lot of people nursing stinggs, though.
Morgan lands on the ground as all the bugs are gone and the fire globe poofs away "So did that all hurt as bad as it looks?" the smart ass that kept in the air away from them.
Delilah is stung. By wasps. A whole lot. "I DIDN'T THINK IT THROUGH!" she declares, thrashing wildly in her self-generated restraints, until things finally get brought under control and there are no more wasps. And, let's face it, it's not like Delilah is allergic to wasps; they just hurt. But hey, at least someone manages to send some healing her way, that helps a bit.
The civillians getting stuck in the web is another problem, however. "Are you people blind?!" Delilah declares. "Does nobody watch where they are going? ...Or is that just all you all's first plan whenever you see a spiderweb?"
"It seems painful." Ashlee answers, keeping her hand on the dire-corgi's head. She looks in the direction of one of the returning Tarienite clerics, and points at the newly modified fountain. Water is spraying everywhere, "Your device is in there."
There isn't a collar to grab on the dog, so the arvec leads her by keeping up her channelling efforts. It isn't solving the problem of the poison, but might be minimizing some of the effects. "She needs anti-venom." She tells the halfling cleric.
Finally, she looks around in case anyone seems about to go into shock and perhaps be in need of the other services she can provide. No takers. It is safe for her to withdraw, so she does so, leading the dog towards the Tarienite temple. She does offer a parting thought, an answer to Delilah, delivered in flat, slow tones, "Perhaps they are fans of Shibari."
Well at least the fountain has *some* pressure to it, and now Delilah and those in her vicinity are stuck, stung, and drenched.
Woops.
Shooting a dirty look Morgan's way, the dark twin picks her way through the webbing, ripping herself free when caught up, and starts to haul at the threads binding her sister. "It was a good idea," she says as she tugs on a particularly tangled skein, heedless of the water cascading over the area. "We'll get you an' the rest patched up soon's we get'm free, yeah?"
Morgan does feel bad for the Dire puppy as she looks at her potion bottles "No anti venom I had to use that against a psuidodragon sting on a friend, and it did not work sadly."
The dire-corgi's tongue is getting very, very large. Ash dips her head to acknowledge Morgan's offer and is doing her best to hurry the dog along. Which, a haste spell is definitely helping with. "It will be dealt with," she says, as she approaches the temple, gives one last look around at everyone, then disappears inside with the other clerics and that precocious pup.
Delilah stops squirming once she's no longer being stung, and when Donna is working on getting her out. "Look, I know this looks absolutely silly," Delilah confesses, "And I *feel* absolutely silly, but it felt like it was either this, or catch a whole buncha civillians in it, or let everyone get the gods' graces stung out of 'em. So this felt like a good option."
Getting that one strand out of her hair is going to be tricky. Also, cutting said hair is not an option.
GAME: Morgan casts Dispel Magic. Caster Level: 12 DC: 22
Morgan sighs as she sees the people in the web " Every one in the webs brace your self I will dispell it." She waits for the people are ready for it, she then says a two arcane words as a blue bolt hits the webs dissolving it.
