Pixie on the town (Moore)

[Anastasia]

Soon you stand on the beaches of Celestia. The waters of Lunia lap against your ankles as you once again stand before the holy mountain.

Ball's really in your court here, so decide what you'll do - be it trying to rise to a higher level, wandering or whatever else.

[Nephrite]

Moore takes a deep breath and closes his eyes. He opens them again and starts to proceed away from the beach, towards the holy mountain itself.

"Thank you for coming again," He says. "It's important to know your own limits and what you're good and less good at, you know?

He's going to heard in Mount Celestia's general direction, but anything else is fair game.

[Anastasia]

Okay.

> roll 1d100
<Rei-chan> Kobrb rolled : 1d100 --> [ 1d100=94 ]{94}

You walk the beaches. Ahead lies a stereotypical dwarf, in heavy armor and bearded. He lies against a rock, groaning softly. An axe lies besides him, well used.

[Nephrite]

Moore will fly over! "Are you all right?"

He doesn't really wait for a response, looking for any obvious signs of injury. Hard with the armor, but not impossible!

Take 10 for 41 on the Heal check if necessary.

[Anastasia]

He's suffering from a terrible fever. It's taken his hearing and sight from him, leaving him virtually helpless.

So when you get no reply, you can at least understand why.

[Nephrite]

Would he know if Heal would resolve the condition?

[Anastasia]

The spell or the skill?

[Nephrite]

WOW. I forget these things. The spell, sorry.

[Anastasia]

Yes.

It's a trivial K:A check for you to know this, you can't fail it.

[Nephrite]

He briefly considers why someone's here in this condition -- is it punishment? Did they fight someone... no, it doesn't make a difference why.

He casts Heal on the dwarf and gives him some space so the first thing he sees isn't a pixie right in his face.

[Anastasia]

The dwarf shudders. Pus and blood pour from his eyes and ears, a thick cough as wellness returns. He blinks slowly, "Eh? Eh!" he taps his ears, "I can hear! I can see!"

[Nephrite]

"Goodness. Hello sir." Moore says and offers him a bow. "I'm Moore, of Aurora. This is Cresiel, of the same." He gestures to him. "Are you all right? What happened to you?"

[Anastasia]

"Barnath Griggerson," He introduces himself, slowly standing. "Don't know. I was sick and lost in umber hulk territory, passed out and then I'm here. Couldn't see or hear a damn thing, I was completely lost."

[Nephrite]

Moore looks to Cresiel, as if questioning that particular story.

"Well, it's good that fate saw to it to see you restored." Moore says with a smile. "If you don't mind my asking, what were you doing... er... you said umber hulk territory? Were you there for some reason...?"

[Anastasia]

"You are safe now. Fate has seen fit to take you to a greater place," The solar says, nodding slightly to Moore. "You were lost and blind, now the truth is revealed. Go now," he points, "Wander. The Father of Dwarves lives in this realm and you have been called here. The way to that realm will open to you. No doubt Moradin has plans for you."

"Scouting, but it went wrong. Unit got ambushed," The dwarf says curtly, then with widening eyes as Cresiel speaks. "Moradin!"