Quote Originally Posted by Zergrinch View Post
Not having any ability to aid with the healing of the tiefling, Zuu goes through the pockets of the dead pirate and pyromancers, looking for anything of value. Perhaps, even that talisman the woman was calling for.

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Unsurprisingly, the pirates do not really have much of great interest on them. They each have basic equipment (such as rations, torches, cooking supplies, etc.), but nothing very valuable or obviously magical on them. Probably due to their fighting styles it would have bee too cumbrous to carry anything more than the meager gear they already have. You do not find the talisman that the healer asked you for.

Quote Originally Posted by Seanfall View Post
Valafar sneered at the Paralyzed Pirate, with a gesture he dismissed the cloak of flies about himself. "Someone bind him, I'll help tend to the wounded." Valafar approached Crynirad and knelt down at his side. "Oh gods of war, show this one mercy. Staunch his wounds and mend his flesh if but a little. Hear my call, and save those like that are like yourselves. The lost cost of war."

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Casting Cure wounds. 1st level spell.

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Crynirad casts a great sigh of upon being healed, but otherwise does not seem to have the energy to react much. He is breathing regularly now, but seeing as how he almost just died, he is obviously too weary and tired to want to do much. He at least takes the effort to breath out a tired goodbye, before continuing to stare blankly at the sky from where he is lying down.

The woman claiming to be a healer just glares at Valafar in response to the scene and picks herself back up. She then shuffles over to Beiwarin and checks his vital signs by poking her fingers into his neck. Without getting up, in a tone just loud enough for you all to hear but still painstakingly slow, she says "This man is dead. How would he have wanted us to dispose of his body? So long as the body is eventually destroyed, Bastatan cares not how it is done."

Bastatan, The Lord of Crabs; a name you are all too familiar with but wish you were not. You all had your suspicions before that this woman was a priest of Bastatan when she asked for an Ebony Crab Talisman as a tool for healing. Bastatan is the god of decay and death, and its name is invoked at every funeral. The Great Old One is by no means an evil creature, and in fact it is quite central to the religions you are accustomed to, but it is still never a pleasant topic. Even though death has abounded since you have entered the island, this is the first corpse you have to dispose of, so Bastatan's soul-presence has only now become so recognizable.