Act 3 Scene 1: Arrivals and Leavetakings

[Styrius]

Kybalion bowed in return to the curtsy. He wass surprised at the gentle kiss. He places his fingers over the spot where her lips had been. He appreciated the first act of kindness he had experienced in this strange world? Land? Town? It didn’t matter where he was at this point. It was enough that he had a purpose now. His face betrayed him with the slightest tint of red and a smile. “M’lady, I will strive to assist however I may. You have my word.” At the mention of a temple he perked up. He fell in line with the others to head to the temple. He could use some holy water. Before doing so he asked the barkeep if he had some used wine bottle or wine skins he didn’t need.

[Nocturno]

Pyros listens. Looking at any ornaments or side tables that may be present.

[TristenC]

Before leaving the Inn, Kybalion speaks to the bartender in Elven, who supplies him with a pair of empty wineskins.

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Pyros scans the area but there doesn't seem to be much lying around aside from the bowls to receive offerings of incense or the lighting fixtures. In the far back, however, a banner bearing the symbol of the sun hangs behind a small stone altar atop which a brass bowl, a censure and a small capped vessel with a spout and delicate handle for pouring.

Brother Hedram listens to the knight's account, some surprise and sadness in his eyes. Such powerful magic is quite rare, and only the most dedicated ever achieve the devotion to receive such ability from the powers. I regret that it is far beyond my ability... however... He pauses as if a thought has occurred to him. Excusing himself briefly he moves behind the hanging sun curtain to open a concealed door. Within moments he returns, a rolled parchment in his hands. This scroll was found recently, by one of our most regular visitors. Not fully understanding what it was, they brought it here and offered it to the temple for safekeeping. I'm afraid in my hands it is little more use than the parchment it is written on. I am not well versed enough even to cure the blind.

Elsa perks up at the sight of the scroll, Forgive me, brother, but may I see that? The elder man nods and hands the precious object to the halfling cleric. Only recently Yondalla has allowed me greater access to her power, though the communication remains distant in this place... Unfurling the scroll her brow furrows as she deciphers the text, then her visage brightens visibly. He's right! These are prayers of Restoration! They're far more than I can do on my own, but with a scroll... at least there is a chance! She says, excitedly. It will be difficult, and there is a chance something could go wrong... but... if you are willing, we can try it! She says to the knight


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I decided to roll for vampire treasure F to see if there would be a fitting scroll available. turns out the dice were in Karl's favor! Narratively just decided to plug it in here