Moving spheres

[Ebiris]

Well, Kossuth isn't particularly fussy about the morality of his worshippers, she knows that much. So there's nothing too telling here...

How authentic to Kossuth are the prayers and rituals happening here?

Taking 10 for 56 on knowledge: religion. Also 10 for 56 on sense motive in case anyone seems insincere in their devotions.

[Anastasia]

They're authentic.

On recalling, you do remember Kossuth is big on people improving themselves. Doing it from scratch, as it were.

[Ebiris]

But still consecrating the temple should be a daily act of veneration for any priest here!

Bit of a shame the guy ended up in this temple as opposed to pretty much any other one.

Oh well, she goes back up to his room and uses her heal spell-like on him. If he made it into town some of the injuries must be more mundane, and that'll clear them up enough for him to be mobile and coherent.

[Anastasia]

The non cursed injuries heal - minor ones, but enough to stir him. "Ah...ah..." he gasps, coughing as he awakens.

[Ebiris]

If they're on the level he'll be directed to her inn, so Marie lurks around as an inconspicuous invisible and nondetectable tiny ball of light to see if anyone comes by to tend to him and talk about things now he's up.

[Anastasia]

The man looks around in dull confusion, groaning as he sits up. He nearly doubles over but manages to fight past it and rise. As he does, the door opens and you hear, "He's awake!"

[Ebiris]

Marie continues to loiter!

[Anastasia]

Another local comes in, dressed in white and hurrying over. "Lie back down," he insists.

The wounded man groans, "Jaffar! Where is everyone? Are they alive? Old Jaffar got torn in half and then was whole, then torn apart again again and again!"  Shaking violently at this, "It wouldn't stop! It wouldn't stop!"

[Ebiris]

Well that sounds grisly! Marie keeps on eavesdropping, since who knows if he might get waylaid on his way to meet up with the glamorous Honey Belle!

[Anastasia]

"Calm yourself, old man!" The other man says, but in vain. He's pushed aside, "Years! YEARS!" he bawls, shivering, "THEY WOULDN'T STOP! IT KEPT HAPPENING!"

The old man lunges for the shoved aside man in white - lunging for a dagger at his side, grabbing it and aiming it at his own bandaged chest. He...drops it after a moment and falls to his knees, crying. "They wouldn't stop..." he babbles, shaking.

[Ebiris]

That kind of torture does sound like Shar's style more than random monsters, though the desert can be home to strange and horrific things.

Having already used her sole heal spell on him she doesn't have anything else that can help him, at least magically. Though if he goes to stab himself again she'll definitely step in.

[Anastasia]

More men rush in, restraining him, getting him to the bed. In what is perhaps mercy, he is knocked or passes out by the time he's firmly put on the bed, restrained and tied to it.

[Ebiris]

For all her formidable arcane power, Marie finds herself missing the versatility of being able to cast a limited wish of her own every day that she enjoyed when she was a familiar rather than a proxy.

Actually that might make for a good custom proxy power rather than any of the SDAs, but that's for another day.

Not much she can really do as it is. She'll have another rifle through the man's surface thoughts but she isn't expecting to get anything too illuminating.

DC 26 if he's entitled to a fresh save. Or any save at all since he's unconscious.

[Anastasia]

At this point it's a melange of terrified thoughts, nothing but fragmented images.

[Ebiris]

Nothing much for it then. She has a peek over the thoughts of the men restraining him for any extra context they might have from when he came in, if they happen to be thinking about such things.

Same will save.