01-17-2016, 05:28 PM
(This post was last modified: 01-17-2016, 05:31 PM by Selina Parcellus.)
[Retrofitting a response based on new info] Selina winces as the kobolds erupt into smoldering piles of scaly flesh. She didn't like them very much, but she still felt that no creature truly deserved to die painfully. Or, at least, no creature she has met yet. She moves over to where Jonath is, intending to help him, then she sees the poor man who was once a fellow cleric, left in such a disgraceful state, and she can't decide whether to allow the sorrow at his situation, or the anger at the ones who did this to him control her. A tear runs down her cheek as she sinks to one knee, gently placing her shield down and using her free hand to cover and close the man's eyes. Collecting the pieces of the broken symbol, Selina gently lays it upon his chest. Such a horrid way to die. She did not know how he died, but no cleric should face his or her deity like this. She prays silently with all her heart, because he deserved it. Because a person who made it his goal in life to look after others should be looked after himself. She intones:
"May the god of this good person find it in his merit to bring him home. Such a life as he had, may the gods see fit to provide him the succor in death which he had not received in life."
She lifts her head, blinking away more tears, then collects his hands and places them gently on his breast over the shattered remnants of his symbol. Finally, she collects her shield and touches her symbol of Selune, just to make certain it is still there.
"Come, it is time to reassess our situation. I would like to see if any of these items we have collected bear any sort of magical quality to them. I'm certain there will be a number of us who would be quite interested in certain items if they are."
They know whom they are, she thinks. She starts gathering the items into groups and looks them over, squinting her eyes in focus to try to ascertain anything different about them.
Spellcraft: [1d20+2] = 4+2 = 6
[[Apparently, she can't see any magic at all.]]
"May the god of this good person find it in his merit to bring him home. Such a life as he had, may the gods see fit to provide him the succor in death which he had not received in life."
She lifts her head, blinking away more tears, then collects his hands and places them gently on his breast over the shattered remnants of his symbol. Finally, she collects her shield and touches her symbol of Selune, just to make certain it is still there.
"Come, it is time to reassess our situation. I would like to see if any of these items we have collected bear any sort of magical quality to them. I'm certain there will be a number of us who would be quite interested in certain items if they are."
They know whom they are, she thinks. She starts gathering the items into groups and looks them over, squinting her eyes in focus to try to ascertain anything different about them.
Spellcraft: [1d20+2] = 4+2 = 6
[[Apparently, she can't see any magic at all.]]
