<blockquote><div><cite>Anime_Chaos wrote:</cite>Linda puffs out her cheek at the complete rejection of her offered embrace<blockquote class="uncited"><div> {oops. That was me, actually - didn't see the offer. Still, I think Elanna would've refused anyway. She's naturally standoffish}. [qupte]as she slips into thought over making good on her previous claim.</div></blockquote>.<br/>Elanna barely reacts to the feminine Naga's embrace.<br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div> "Madame, I just told you this doesn't have to be the end of your love." She puts her arms around Elanna comfortingly. "If you journey to the grand cathedral of the Sovereign Host with a sufficiently valuable diamond in one hand and an adequate donation in the other you'll likely be directed to someone among their clergy with the ability to bring Robert back."</div></blockquote><br/>{this is more or less a straightforward lie, actually, and would require a bluff check if Linda's trying to get Elanna to take it seriously. If it's just something to cover the next bit, then no bluff is required. Resurection is very, very rare among the good-aligned religions - so rare even kings and princes aren't usually resurected.}<br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div> she then brings herself to Elanna's ear for a whisper while stroking her hair. "Alternatively you could contact the Blood of Vol in Karrnath. It's rather accepted there and I could write you a letter of recommendation to get you inside their churches. The monetary expense would likely be lessened with that route. A love pure enough for you to go to such reaches is sure to be recognized by fellow seekers of the divinity within."</div></blockquote></div></blockquote>{nice with the 'divinity within', since the Blood of Vol consider their own blood to be divine. In fact it's altogether so nice I'll grant you the last success without demanding the d20 roll.}<br/><br/>"Okay," Elanna whispers, "I'll do anything to get my Robert back. Anything. I feel so empty inside without him," she says, wincing and doubling over. "It hurts so much," she moans, collapsing onto her side, clutching her stomach as she rocks helplessly back and forth. Then she begins to scream.<br/><br/>"Holy shit," Alizome mutters, kneeling over Elanna, running her hands across the young noblewoman's body. {Untrained Heal 1d20 (7) + 2 = 9, fail}, "I can't tell what's wrong with her," she says, "but she's burning up. And," Alizome presses her hand firmly against Elanna's belly, "her stomach's churning on nothing, turning itself inside-out."<br/><br/>"Oh Boldrei, help us" the Adept murmurs, horrified, as she slowly backs from Robert's body and Elanna's quivering form. "Praise him. Praise him!"<br/><br/>{Running total 5 successes, success!}