The dagger fall on the ground, besides Rani...

And Marik just nods. A lot of conflicting emotions wages battle inside his head but he feels too tired to fight them. He doesn't want them to die, but apparently they won't go...and they still are his best chance to save Rani. If they are to die, might as well be together.

The elf sob and then stand, taking back the dagger, and wiping his eyes with his glove. He switch again for his bow and nock a arrow, preparing to hold one side of the corridor.

"Give...Give it best shot..." he says, nodding again "And thank you..."


OOC: Yeah! 3000! Let's keep it up guys! ^^
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Happy 3K posts! Inspiration all around!

So the plan is to ritual a floating disk to help move Rani? I like it - what is everyone else doing while Filimena is casting?

Nodding, Filimena focuses on the ground right beneath Rani, and begins muttering quietly under her breath, beginning the ritual to conjure a floating disc under the big cat.

OOC: Yup! Last week was nuts but here I am!

"Yes, guard," Omaron says, his speech broken and stuttered. He grips his axe in two hands glaring around the room, his attention centered around the passage tentacle-face went.

Ten minutes feels like an eternity - tensions are high as adrenaline causes loud thumping in everyone's ears as they expect something to assault them.

But the time passes with nothing coming out from the double doors nor through the corridor back to the sewer and the rest of the hideout.

"I....think it left..." says Marik after a time.

A few minutes pass in silence, then as Filimena stop incanting, Marik looks in surprise to see a metallic saucer extending under Rani and slowly lifting her up. He breathe in relief. The disk appear to tremble slightly under Rani's weight, but appear quite stable.

"How...much can take...more?" he ask Filimena, pointing the three foot disk up in the air..

“It can take 500 pounds in all,” Filimena replies. She glances over at the elf and looks him up and down. “How much do you weigh? The disc disappears if more than 500 pounds is placed onto it.” There is a nervous energy in her voice. Notwithstanding the silence from the other room, should would still like to get out of here as soon as possible.

OOC: Yeah, so how much does Marik weigh? Haha. If we take Rani’s weight to be 210-300 lb, then anything less than 200 lb ought to be pretty safe.

"I'll carry Floon and whatever else I can manage. I can carry any gear if you two want to assist the others. I'm glad we're getting out of this dank place, it makes my scales crawl. I think it best that we get our friends to someone who can provide the care that they need as quickly as possible."

Raszire again picks up the unconscious man and hoists him over his shoulder. He looks to the party to see how else he could be of assistance.

OOC: Sorry for my silence, I've been on vacation with the family. Congrats on the post milestone!! Would Raszire know of someplace where Rani and the others could be taken to reverse their curses or whatever affects them? Just in case I made a couple of rolls, Medicine and Arcana.
09:32, Today: Raszire Toumash rolled 19 using 1d20 with rolls of 19. Rasz's Arcana.
09:32, Today: Raszire Toumash rolled 20 using 1d20+6 with rolls of 14. Rasz's Medicine.

The magical disk lifts Rani up with no issue. As the group moves out of the space, in the next room are the pair of unconscious Eye members and the door that the group barricaded.

FIlimena barely glances at the two unconscious Eyes, intent as she is to move on out through the sewers.

OOC: I guess we just push on? Unless anybody has anything they want to do with the two captives.

Raszire knows of several temples in Titan's Gate where the group might seek aid, the temple of Saint Cuthbert would be a likely choice as they were the temple who asked the groups aid previously.

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Leaving the hideout our heroes find no trouble only their own foot falls echoing in the sewers. Weasel brings the group to the nearest exit which leads to an alley in the dock area off Spices Street near a Hostel.

The twin moons wane in the sky overhead. Due to the late hour most establishments are closed and only a handful of people at best wander the streets.
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"Now that we are out of that dank sewer, I suggest we make our way to the Temple of Saint Cuthbert to find aide for our friends. Hopefully someone there will be able to reverse the conditions affecting our companions."

Raszire steps forward to lead the way...

Marik follows without a word, as best as his legs can carry him, keeping his eyes on Rani the whole time.

Then he remark Weasel still follow them, not having said a word since he woke up after being wounded.

"You...still here?"
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The group moves through the moonslite streets with terrific efficient, as Raszire slips the through alley ways and side streets the others would have easily overlooked.

After a half-hour or so the group come upon a two story structure made of white marble with veins of vivid blue. It stands in stark contrast to the wood and stone buildings around it. A pair of white marble statues depicting armored warriors stand on either side of the temple's heavy oaken door. Each of the statues has a mace raised toward the darkened sky. Above the door's marble architrave are boldly inscribed the following words : WITHIN LAW LIVES HOPE.

FIlimena approach’s the temple with minor trepidation. The structure seems to loom taller over her than she knows it does actually. Maybe it’s the marble lending it an air of imposing solidity, or maybe it’s what she knows it stands for, a creed she respects but knows she could not live by. A familiar face greets the party at the entrance. How long it feels since they last saw this young man. Solemnly, she follows the group into the building.

"Thank you, Brother Ruphus. Your assistance is most welcomed. We've met with some fiendish beings that have stricken some in our party most grievously; our feline friend, Rani, and the Dwarf, Omaron, worst of all."

He ushers them in, following closely behind Ruphus...

The interior of church appears empty save for a pair of guards just inside the door, both of whom are slightly startled by the groups entry. Ruphus waves the guards away and brings the group to a large room off of the primary service area, during normal hours the space probably serves as a meeting hall or a place to serve the public. "Wait here while I retrieve Matron Urika, I won't be long."

Omaron follows along behind Raszire, his gaze firmly on the dragonborn's gait. He watches the novice priest greet the group and leave on an errand, the dwarf mute throughout the exchange.

Moments seem to last an eternity as the group waits for someone to arrive. When the door finally opens, a woman enters. She has premature streaks of gray in her rich brown hair which she has tied up roughly with some bit of leather. Her dress is simple but nice - a brown robe over a night shirt, her bearing gives you the feeling that she is someone of authority. "Acolyte Laro said you lot are in need of aid, I am here to help any way I can."
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Marik is before her, inclined head looking at the ground, making no effort to try to look any more proud or less vulnerable than he feels now. He looks defeated. His hand posed on the spotted grey fur of the panther, he says a few words. Articulating them anew seems even harder now.

"...Pl...Please...Help her...broke...mind broken..."

The priestess frowns as she moves to Marik and Rani, "I shall pray to St. Cuthbert for his aid with her." Jenya sits and takes Rani's head in her lap and gently talks in a strange language to the massive cat, [Language unknown: "Laar Larntiwaslat ati os aieldiet dinwilblerut wesa fithe verlatounoulers loun nthi, eeure nene ers pa ntaipaosma n ichat esll."]

As she speaks her hands glow with a warm white light after it fades away, Rani slowly raises her head and begins to purr.

Trembling and preparing himself for the divine spell to fail, Marik can't contain the tears of relief once he see Rani raising her head. Trembling, the elf just buries his face in the panther and stay there for long minutes without saying a word, his two hands clutching the spotted fur. Even with the sound muffled, there no doubt he is audibly sobbing.

Razsire walks over and places his massive hand on Marik's shoulder. He is pleased with the senses returning to Rani and Marik's relief.

He turns to Jenya and asks "And our friends Omaron and Weasel? Omaron is still very far from himself though in a better state than Rani was. Weasel, well... Well he hasn't spoken since being injured. I can't say that I'm fully aware as to the extent of his injuries."

"I can continue tending to my own and Filimena's injuries. Please let me know if there's anything that I may assist you with."

He bows as he turns his gaze from Jenya to the rest of the party members, again smiling as he sees Marik and Rani together.

Filimena shifts uncomfortably. "I too was afflicted by something," she says, raising her hand. "Something that seemed to empty my mind of memories. Have you also a cure for that?"

The priestess nods to both Razsire and Filimena, "Of course of course, I will do what I can." Jenya places her hands on Omaron's shoulders saying strange words which again cause her hands go glow [Language unknown:  "Ad Whenioon neng son inethotha om omant, hapoth iv con nde ineouniou naing ecthatwilcon."] As her hands stop their glowing Omaron's mind is restored.

She repeats the process with Filimena, but the halfling doesn't feel the fog lift from her mind... Jenya notices and asks, "Strange, what happened to you dear one?"