As much as Sierpinski is clearly itching to tap into this place of power, he is concerned about the party becoming scattered and aimless, so he follows the others to the weapon shop, and then to the manor, deep in thought.

Istvan was just about to try to sell his ironwood thieves' bar for the money to buy a spare set of bone daggers (NOT that he's getting rid of his own daggers) when Gania had something stolen from her. He waited to see how the bird-person would respond...

Twessa couldn't help but eye Sierpinski's sword with envy. To fight with a sword of pure white opal would be a wonderful display for a champion of Sagrae, but that wasn't what opal was for. And Sagrae was more than just killing - she wasn't an animal. "Thank you, but no", she said to the human in gratitude for his kind offer.

Before the others went on their way, Twessa stopped Harlin and passed him the seven gold coins she'd received earlier in payment for her destroyed armor. "Use these as you wish", she said to her friend. "I need to pray."

With a sad smile, Twessa retired to the manor to contemplate her folly.

---

After arriving at the manor, once Twessa had found a suitable place for worship (a room full of artworks, plush furniture, and other trappings of civilisation), she knelt upon the elegantly embroidered leather flooring and prepared for her vigil.

She removed her shoes, and for the first time saw her maimed feet, and from her boots shook out the dead, blackened toes she'd lost to her reckless greed. Lost for a prize that, while impressive, served Sagrae on this holy mission only a little better than any old piece of wood with a strap on it. But to look at, to admire, to own, perhaps that was the Shield's true worth.

Twessa hoped Sagrae would see it that way.

Dropping to her knees in reverence, Twessa placed in front of her the Impeccable Shield, and on either side the two white opals she'd collected from that arrogant dwarf farmer. Before them both, separating the gnome from her gifts, she lay her own symbol of Sagrae to act as channel.

"O mighty Sagrae, sweet Queen of all that is glorious, I beg that you might accept these offerings of your humble servant.", Twessa pleaded. "I have suffered a harsh personal cost to win this prize, but in doing so I have learned well that all things have a price, and that I must be more certain that the price is worth paying."

"But having won the Impeccable Shield, I observe it as a thing of beauty, and I sacrifice this to you, o Sagrae, that it may shine in your eternal vault as a symbol of both your grace and your divine resilience."

"From an inhospitable dwarf I have reclaimed these white opals in your name, and return them to you now."

The quiet gnome, shorn of all defence, bowed her head in reverence, and waited patiently for whatever Sagrae wished of her.

---

Hi, during downtime, I'm using the Cleric move Divine Guidance, involving the following:

- Petition: Offering - the Impeccable Shield. Its not a gemstone, or especially draconic, but it isa metal artifact(?) that lasts forever, can't be scratched, and gleams nicely the whole time. I think Sagrae might see it as worth adding to her eternal vault, particularly as one of her champions fought for it. Render unto Sagrae the things that are Sagrae's, and all that.

- Petition: Offering - also the two white opals Twessa took off that arrogant dwarf, that Sagrae pointed her towards.

"When you petition your deity according to the precept of your religion, you are granted some useful knowledge or boon related to your deity’s domain. The GM will tell you what."

In-game the boon I'm looking for is partially justification of the Divine Protection move Twessa has earned, but she earned that. I'm planning on having that exhibit as a barely sub-dermal layer of something like white opal (living white opal?), so Twessa might actually sparkle in bright light :D

The real boon I had hoped Twessa might get from this move, could be to have her fingers and toes restored? And the nasty scar across her face healed, and the disgusting bellyache from the challenge, and so on. I am totally on board with the missing toes and fingers granted being a bit dragony or otherwise weird. And because its a sort of restorative/protective thing, I thought it best for Twessa to act as if its all part of the same blessing.

Anyway, its your choice! (And I'll take anything else you might care to throw my way!)

Twessa

As Twessa sat alone, making her sacrifice to her goddess, the air before her began to shimmer with the beautiful colors of an aurora. The shimmering lights slowly moved about the room, admiring the artworks before finally resting above the offerings Twessa had chosen to gift to her deity. One of the opals glowed with a colorful aura, then disappeared. Twessa felt her digits regrow from her hands and feet. But instead of fingers and toes, she had dragon'like claws with nails like opals.

The aurora engulfed the second opal, causing that one to glow and disappear as well. Twessa felt two small leathery wings sprout from her shoulders. Unfortunately they were not large enough to fly with. At least not yet. But they were a very clear sign of Sagrae's approval. The gnome's teeth felt a little pointier too.

Lastly, the shield glowed and disappeared from sight. The aurora slowly faded from the room.

Just when it seemed nothing was going to become of Twessa's last gift, She felt a surge of divine energies well up inside her. The gnome's body felt warm. Then hot. And just when the heat became almost unbearable, Twessa's entire body erupted in opaline flame!

There was no smoke and nothing caught fire, but the top layer of Twessa's skin was seared away painlessly, revealing a slightly scaly layer of skin underneath. When the light caught her just right, Twessa's skin shimmered with a slight iridescence. Twessa was now scar-free and whole again. More than whole, actually. And she felt revitalized like never before.

What do you do?

---

Everyone Else

Mr. Burdzova kindly and patiently helped each of his new customers find what they were looking for. He found Gania find some new daggers and coin in exchange for her metal one. Burdzova also found Uri some daggers as well, although Uri's were of the throwing variety. He was also trying to persuade Uri to buy a beautifully crafted rapier made of a shard of tarrasque claw when Gania shouted.

Immediately Pinion rushed over to Gania's side and Burdzova looked around worriedly for any signs of a criminal in his store.

"Thieves?" Pinion asked Gania in earnest. "Where? What has been stolen?" He made a motion for Klona to go take a look outside. She ran out immediately to look for anyone suspicious.

"Oh my," Burdzova exclaimed. "I can assurrre you, this is not a usualll occurrrence in my shop." The aven seemed worried that he may lose a customer or two.

What do you do?

---

Twessa
Your three gifts pleased your goddess. You were gifted with boons of transformation. You have clawed hands and toes now, slightly pointed teeth, tiny dragon wings, and subtly scaly skin. I tied your Petition into your new move from leveling up and your healing from resting as well. You would have healed your HP and at least one debility from resting anyway, so I just healed them up now instead. You have full HP and no debilities.

Gania
You have one bone dagger and 39 Trevisi coins.

What should I be on the lookout for?
Gania notices that most of the shops are set up more as places to create things rather than to sell things. Like, people would be more likely to pay to use the space to create their own products rather than buy products from someone else. There are counters of various creams and powders here and there that are for sale, but they are usually marketed as secret recopies and the like. It seems people in this city have a habit of making what they need from scratch on their own.

Uri, Istvan, and Harlin
You have all expressed interest in making purchases/sales, but there is no need to roleplay every transaction. I will send you each a PM later today to iron out the details.

Gania held up her right arm and pointed at the empty forearm "My runic bracelet!" she growled and then explained further "It's an heirloom and is made of bronze." her eyes widened, accenting the point of how valuable the citizens found metal. She looked around and realized the impossibility of the task. Finding the thief in the vast city, especially without knowing when it was taken, would require a miracle. Her shoulders slumped slightly and she sighed.

In reply to Gania Flamekeeper (msg # 23):

"A ritual of finding might be a good test use of the magic of this place. If and when you'd like to try that we should all go to the central place of power where I'll see what I can do."

Dumbstruck by her patron's blessings, Twessa carefully stood, the leather flooring under her feet feeling different now. Her feet that now ended with thin, strong, clawed toes. Uh. Uh. Help? Was that what to say?

Twessa nervously flexed her knees, bobbing up and down like an excited toddler, full of new energy and no idea what to do with it. She felt amazing, and strange, and powerful!, and weird, and SO GOOD, and agitated, and...and...GNAAAAH!!!

Oh, she screamed that last bit. It felt strange on her lips. She raised a finger to check her...oh, a clawed finger. And sharper teeth. Of course. Of course. Uh.

Panic surging, Twessa started running aimlessly around the room, and felt the back of her tunic ride up with an unfamiliar presence straining between her shoulders that she now needed to account for. She couldn't see them, but she could feel them...but she wanted to see them!

"Mirror! Where's a mirror, I need a mirror!", the newly minted (dra)gnome called out. Overcome with this need, she ran out of the room and abandoned her belongings (for now), looking for anything with a reflective surface. No metal. Stupid tarrasque city, aaargh! Water! Maybe there was a well, or...something.

"Help! I need a mirror!", Twessa shouted again, prepared to run straight out of the manor if no options presented themselves.
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Uri had spent a little time browsing the wares when he found exactly what he needed - a rapier and matching set of throwing daggers, all carved from the bones of this very beast on which they stood (or all from a single bone, if Mr. Burdzova was being truthful).  This was what he wanted - not just a replacement for the old sword he had lost in the dungeon, but a weapon with some real character to it.

And then Gania shouted about having been robbed, and Sierpinski started working out how they might catch the culprit.  Uri quickly put some coins down to pay for his new weapons and went to join the two of them.  As much as he could use the rest, he knew his new friends might need his help.

"Twessa," Harlin said, astonished by his friend's generosity, "I have no words. But to say your debt to me is more than repaid."

Harlin set about with his newfound (and local) wealth hunting for amor that would suit his needs.

When Gania shouted, Harlin shook his head, but turned to her and started asking questions about when she noticed it missing, who had been around, and so on. If she had enough clues, he could perhaps be able to track the thief.

Is that a Discern Realities if I ask Gania questions? Maybe prompting her to remember something she hadn't? I'll roll in case it is.

13. What happened here recently? What should I be on the lookout for? What here is not what it appears to be?

14:41, Today: Harlin Greenarrow rolled 13 using 2d6+4.  Discern Realities.

Twessa

Twessa ran frantically from room to room looking for a reflective surface. There were none in the hall, none in the sleeping quarters, and certainly none in the side closet! Just as she was about to run out the front entrance, she caught a glimpse of herself in the front door that was made of a dark piece of polished claw. She couldn't see different colors in the dark reflection very well, but her form was clearly visible. The young gnome was certainly more dragon-like now. But in an elegant way rather than a monstrous way.

As Twessa admired her new form, the door she was looking at her reflection in opened. One of the manor's handmaidens walked in carrying a barrel of something on one shoulder. She stopped short when she spotted Twessa and starred wide-eyed. "Are- are you alright? Have you come down with something? Are you contagious?" She had genuine concern in her eyes as she stood with the large barrel effortlessly resting on her muscular orc shoulders.

What do you do?

---

Everyone Else

Pinion, Burdzova, and the remaining guide all exchanged worried glances when Gania mentioned the bracelet of bronze. Then, when Sierpinski proposed using a ritual to find it, Pinion let out a sigh of relief. "Yes. If you are able to do that, it would probably be the most expedient method of retrieving your lost jewelry," the aven admitted. "I will ensure your thief is brought to justice. But I must say, I honestly do not recall seeing such an item on your wrist. And I normally have an eye for such things."

"Nor I," Burdzova added as he helped Uri with his purchases. "I do not recall seeing any metal enter - or leave - my shop in bracelet form. I do not doubt you had it at one point, but you may have lost it some time ago. Perhaps on the climb up?" Both Pinion and Burdzova looked toward Suuto the guide, who merely shrugged. It seemed he didn't know anything of the bracelet either.

Harlin could tell that the locals were most likely telling the truth about the bracelet, and after speaking with Gania he could also tell that the barbarian did not actually know for a fact that it had been stolen. It was merely an educated guess on her part. At the very least, it was nigh impossible to tell when exactly the piece of jewelry had left Gania's possession. But to Harlin's trained elven ranger eyes, the markings on Gania's wrist from wearing a bracelet there for days on end were already starting to show signs of fading, indicating the bracelet had been removed more than half an hour ago. Probably longer than that too.

What do you do?

---

Twessa
One of the resident handmaidens has expressed concern over your sudden change in appearance. Feel free to elaborate on your new appearance as much or as little as you would like.

Sierpinski
Pinion seems to think your ritual idea is a good one.

Harlin
OOC we already know that Gania's bracelet was only lost in the sands, not stolen. Feel free to come to a similar conclusion IC, if you so desire. Here are the answers to your Discern Realities.

What happened here recently?
You can tell that what happened with the bracelet was not recent.

What should I be on the lookout for?
You should be on the lookout for possibilities other than theft.

What here is not what it appears to be?
It is not nearly as certain that Gania's bracelet was stolen by someone as Gania makes it sound, whether she believes so or not.

Gania
None of the locals seem to recall seeing your bracelet. Harlin is helping you figure out exactly what might have happened to it. Maybe he helps you realize you dropped it? Your call.

Uri
Your item's have been successfully purchased. Don't forget to mark them on your sheet if you haven't yet.

"Gania, perhaps it wasn't stolen. I'm sure you weren't wearing it on the way into the shop.

"Didn't you take a fall in the sand dunes? It could have come off then. Can't always blame people for what nature can do."

Twessa stood still and stared in wonder at the reflection. Her reflection.

An hour ago the pressure of cloth pushing against her throat might've been a problem, but now it was an annoyance rather than an impediment to breathing. Carefully, watching the shadowy reflection  move as she did, Twessa loosened the laces around the neck of her tunic, and carefully extracted...her wings. Wings!

She slowly turned, craning her neck to take in her revised form from all directions, and though what she could see clearly was limited by the quality of the reflective surface, standing in front of Twessa was a fairly attractive gnome with features of a dragon.

Humbled by Sagrae's generosity, Twessa's eyes welled up as she took in the depth of it. None of the priests back home had ever had anything like this happen. Ever! There weren't even stories of something like it!

Being little more than a favored supplicant to Sagrae was a role Twessa had grown comfortable with - to give and to work and to do your best for the glory of a being so powerful and distant that it was all right that she didn't say much in return. But this was more than words. This was new, and an endorsement. How could a simple gnome live up to this kind of blessing?

Twessa instinctively shrugged at her internal monologue, which caused her new wings to spread out dramatically. Small draconic wings trembled as Twessa slowly recognised that maybe she wasn't a simple gnome any more.

And then yet another beautifully groomed orc entered the room.

Twessa had rarely worried too much about how she looked to others, confident that her inner self would shine through regardless, and besides, adventuring was a messy business. Maybe that wasn't good enough any more. Even humble orcs seemed to care more than she had done in recent times - it had been years since she'd last worn a dress.

"I'm...better now", Twessa tried to explain, feeling a little awkward about the new more upright posture that wings demanded of her. Wings! "Not contagious? But, I...its a blessing from Sagrae. I gave her the shield. Uh. She gave me this?"

Well, that was probably nonsense, but Twessa lifted her chin and tried to carry on through it, because Sagrae deserved better than that. And better than a...was she a cleric still? A disciple? Somthing else? Whatever, Twessa was quite certain she needed to look better now.

"I...don't think I have anything much to trade, but I need to look better than I do", Twessa admitted, her wings unconsciously lowering in sympathy for the indignity of asking for help. "Do you know if there's anyone here I could ask for help? I can do things for it, like cleaning, or watching children, or anything really."

"Well, it could have happened anywhere in the city." Gania retorted to everyone's constatations. Then Harlin mentioned the dunes and she frowned. "I spent my whole life on the sand..." but her tone wasn't as forceful. "It is possible I lost it before coming to Trevisi." she turned to Sierpinski "Do your magic and settle this. Do you need anything from me? If not, I'll go to the temple."

"Every ritual is different, but yes, you should probably be in attendance, as you have some affinity for the item and it for you. I will explore the possibilities of locating it and of summoning it to us, which might be harder. There will certainly be one or more conditions for successful completion of any ritual I enact."

Sierpinski heads to the place of power as soon as he's able.

Pinion looked visibly more relaxed when Gania admitted she may have lost her bracelet before reaching Trevisi. It seemed the aven did not want to be the one held responsible for one of the city's guest's misfortune. "Shall we head back to the town square then so you can perform your magic?" he asked eagerly. "I really hope your mystery can be solved expediently. So if there is nothing left that anyone would like to purchase here..." He held the door open so that the party members could exit.

"Thank you everrryone forrr yourrr wonderrrfulll business!" Burdzova said as everyone filed out of his shop. "Come back any time!"

It didn't take long to retrace the path back to the effigy of Trevo and Sierpinski got to work formulating his Ritual. The wizard could tell that the magic to find Gania's item was not all that complex, but if they desired to actually bring the item to them, a small sacrifice would need to be made by either himself or Gania as the ritual was activated.

When it became clear that the ritual would not pose any large treat to their companions, Uri and Harlin returned to the mayor's manor to rest up and get refreshed before the banquet. Istvan remained behind to watch the ritual and to go to the temple with Gania afterward.

Back at the manor:

Uri and Harlin reached the front door of the mayor's manor just in time to catch the tail end of a conversation between Twessa and a handmaiden. Twessa looked significantly different than she had the last time Uri or Harlin had seen her. More dragon-like by far.

"If you are sure you are not contagious..." the handmaiden said hesitantly, setting down her barrel. "Then I can help you find a nice dress made of the softest leathers. I think my daughter has one that she has outgrown that might fit you. It has fire patterns! As a guest of the mayor, I couldn't ask you to work for it. But if you don't need your old garments anymore... I could probably find a second dress to gift you as well." The handmaiden was hinting that she wouldn't mind trading Twessa a leather dress or two for the gnome's rare fabric one, despite it being fairly worn and dirty.

It was then that the the handmaiden noticed Uri and Harlin. She turned to face them, her long perfect curls tossed over her shoulder. Her white tusks glistened as she gave them a surprised smile. "I can try to find some other clothes for the two of you as well, if you would like. Or at the very least, draw you up a gel-bath so you can relax."

For those who decided to indulge themselves and relax for a while, they were shone to some seclude quarters where they could rest and set down their gear in peace. There were "baths" available, which were more like vats of differently colored gels and creams you were supposed to submerge yourself into. Mozzerat the dervish could be found soaking himself in a dark blue vat that smelled vaguely of cinnamon. They each had their own unique pleasant fragrance. Additionally, every so often a servant would come by and offer selections of meats and drinks for the adventurers to sample at their leisure.

What do you do?

---

Here is where it seemed everyone would go, based on what was said in the past.

Twessa, Uri, Harlin, Mozzearat:
All are making camp, enjoying some spa time at the mayor's manor. Heal half your HP (rounded up) and regain spells. If you have a debility, erase it. No need to mark off a ration if you eat the mayor's food. You can also take this opportunity to do a wardrobe change if you would like. It is purely a cosmetic change. The leather clothing they offer won't provide any protections in battle, but feel free to go wild with their descriptions.

Sierpinski, Gania, Istvan:
Preparing a finding ritual before heading to the temple.

Sierpinski
For a ritual to locate Gania's bracelet, "You’ll need help from Gania." Her connection to the item will provide the necessary threads to locate the item wherever it may be.

If you also wish to bring the bracelet to you, then in addition to the first requirement, "First you must infuse someone's essence with the magic of the ritual." It isn't very risky, but either you or Gania will have to take one damage, ignoring armor.

You can flavor that information however you would like when you make your post.

Gania
See above. Either you or Sierpinski will need to take 1 damage if you wish to retrieve your bracelet. Merely finding out where it is is free.

Back at the town square, Sierpinski sets to work making various rough measurements: pacing out distances, estimating directions toward various visible and invisible heavenly bodies (the nature of which he can only really guess at in this place), and pressing against forces and fields that the uninitiated cannot sense.

"Alright," he says to Gania, "this should be relatively simple, and there's no reason we can't take it in steps. Let's first determine the location of the item. Stand - let's see... here. Good. Now, while I work, focus on the item and describe it to me. Make it as real as possible in your mind, and mine."

Uri was curious about the gel bath and decided to give it a try.  He declined to swap out his clothes but did ask if the servants could do anything to get the dust and sand out of it, and maybe mend any rips that might be there.

Once he was cleaned, dressed, fed, and overall relaxed, he found a quiet spot with good acoustics to start playing his lute.  It was a mellow tune, and he sang along:
"Reach out your hand if your cup be empty
If your cup is full may it be again
Let it be known there is a fountain
That was not made by the hands of men..."

Uri rolled 6 using 2d6+2.  Arcane Art.
Nope, no extra healing for me.
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Now I need to figure out what happens. I will still wait a bit though in case Twessa or Harlin wants to try and Aid your move somehow. Not sure what they would do, but if they come up with something convincing, I'll allow it.

Edit: Oops, I meant to post this in the OOC thread. Oh well.
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Sierpinski connected with Gania's mind as the ritual began. As the smallest amount of magic was siphoned through the two adventurers to power the ritual, Sierpinski began to see Gania's surface thoughts. A memory of the lost bracelet came into view.

However, Sierpinski being as skilled with telepathy as he was, was able to see more of Gania's memory than most. As he examined the image of the bracelet, Sierpinski could also see glimpses of the mental "background" surrounding the bracelet. He caught sight of several of Gania's friends, relatives, and mentors. Which wasn't anything too exciting for Sierpinski. But then he caught a glimpse of a familiar face. Someone he definitely did not expect to see inside Gania's mind.

As the ritual finished and Sierpinski determined the bracelet was currently half-buried in the dunes, he could not shake the feeling of surprise from who he had glimpsed...

What do you do?

---

Back at the manor, several of the other adventurers took some time to take advantage of the local comforts.

By the time Uri was finished with his gel bath, his clothes had been patched up and cleaned as good as possible. It looked like one of the servants had used their own flawless hair as thread, and the clothes were still a bit damp from cleaning, but they would dry out completely soon enough.

When the bard began his lovely melody, some of the servants smiled and hummed along as they worked on getting ready for the banquet. They were obviously thankful for the music. One of them even commented, "That sounds so lovely. Maybe we could even hire you to play in Baxtruss's stead. I like your lute a lot better than his drums. No offense Baxtruss."

A young male orc nearby, probably in his late teens, looked as if he had in fact taken offense. He was enjoying Uri's music as much as the others, but stopped setting the nearby table and glared toward Uri after the comments were made. The young orc did not say anything immediately, but he scowled at Uri and slowly shook his head. When his coworkers left the room for a moment, Baxtruss hissed threateningly to Uri, "Don't you dare try to take over my gig. I'm the music man around here. Not you." He snarled again, then went to resume his chores.

Apparently Uri's skills in music had inadvertently earned him an enemy.

What do you do?

---

Sierpinski and Gania
Sierpinski found out the bracelet is out among the sand dunes. While connected to Gania's mind, he also saw a familiar face within her memories that he did not expect to see.

Sierpinski, who is this person? Are they friend or foe? And what are they known for, to you?

Gania, who is this person to you? How do you know them? And what are they known for, to you?

Uri
Your music earned you an enemy, through no fault of your own. Baxtruss the teenage orc drummer. He feels that you threaten his music "gig" whether or not you actually do. It may or may not come up in the future. Add your XP if you haven't already.

"Thank you! And yes! Yes, please, take it!", insisted Twessa. Her current clothes were well used but very much cared for....still, she was eager to make a trade.

Noticing Harlin and Uri's arrival, Twessa lit up but didn't catch up with the human before he went off elsewhere.

"Harlin! Look what Sagrae gave me!", the dragonish gnomes announced, her small wings twitching in excitement. "Don't I look magnificent?", she added, and daintily twirled around on one foot before breaking into a laugh measuring somewhere between shock and complete joy.

Once Twessa's exuberance could be dimmed enough to take note of others, Twessa remembered that Harlin had probably been doing things too. "Was there anything good at the market?

The ritual concluded and, after a surge of synesthesia that faded away like the smell of blue after a trumpet blast, the local power fields reverted to the state they had been in before Sierpinski had squashed them around into a more useful configuration. The wizard's first reaction to all this is not a good one:

"Damn. My apologies for the inadventant intrusion. This site is more powerful than I accounted for. But we will need to talk about what we saw. I have to know that the scourge has not escaped his banishment."

The wizard composes himself. "But later. With the bracelet apparently just lying there, there's no effort required to excavate it, or recreate it or take it from someone else, so the retrieval ritual, while stressful, is not as bad as it could be. Would you be willing to contribute the energy to its instant return? If not, I am willing, if for no other reason than to test the potential of this place of power. Let me know when you're ready."

---

The face Sierpinski and Gania saw is that of a demon named Gukwpedhtsna. It's definitely a foe and it's notoriously difficult to deal with because its name is almost impossible to pronounce owing to the fact that the letters used are all silent. G as in "sign," U as in "tongue," K as in "knuckle," etc.

Sierpinski thought the demon had finally been banished, but the fact that it appears in Gania's memories calls that into question.

Gukwpedhtsna, like many demons, delights in destruction, and isn't very subtle about it.

Gania traced the form of the bracelet when the wizard asked her to describe it to him. She felt like she would be able to do it even without the faint lines that marked the pattern where the skin didn't get as much sun. "It was bronze, crafted in the fire of the first Flamewatcher."

---

With the spirit inside of her, the barbarian was used to stray thoughts and impulses and she hadn't taken offense to what Sierpinski called an intrusion. But the rest of his statement caused her to frown "Scourge? Banishment?" those weren't words she associated with the face.

But the thought of retrieving her possession banished such concerns. "It is my fault, and I will pay for it." she stated, motioning for him to continue with his spellcasting.

---

Know to Gania only as Pena, she sought him out as she heard he was under a potent cursed - which gave him the demonic look. He was the one that hinted to Gania that she might look seek a cure for her condition in the Tapestry.

If it was indeed the same creature that Sierpinski knew, it seemed he had learned subtlety at least. Likely without changing his desires.

Thank you for moving things forward
Noted 1hp loss for the retrieval ritual

The ritual resolved. As the bracelet appeared, to the sour sensation of prickly chimes, Gania herself appears to... recede. It's barely noticeable and the effect almost entirely departs after a moment or two, but something was clearly... transacted.


"Yes. If that was who... what... I believe it to be, then I was present at its ultimate banishment from this plane. I was also one of the few survivors of that effort. If the banishment did not hold then the world we left may be in serious danger." Sierpinski began stating dates and times in various formats, as well as referring to events of historical significance, in an effort to pin down the time and place of Gania's interaction with the demon.

Uri looked genuinely surprised at the young orc's attitude.  He responded Hey man, it's cool.  We play different instruments, right?  We should be complementing each other, not competing.  Hey, I got an idea for you - how about I guestat your next gig, we can jam but you take the good solos, you totally get to be the star!  Groovy?

Harlin's jaw dropped for a moment, then, "Twessa, you--it's beautiful! You definitely are favored by your goddess.

"Me? Not much. I was able to replace my armor, at least, thanks to your generosity. Turns out tarrasque hide is much tougher than deer. Who would have thought?" He chuckled. Then, more seriously, "But Gania lost her bracer. That wizard--Sierpinski?--is helping her find it. I don't bave much I can add to magical rituals and I did what I could. Now I'm on my way to the mayor's compound to clean up and rest before dinner. Come with me?"

Harlin planned to wear cleaner, less torn and shredded, versions of traveling clothes to dinner. After a bath. Definitely a bath.
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