Move 423: NappingTunnels--Very Late, Day 41 (Marpenoth 24)
Wounds were bandaged, and people took care of what they wanted to take care of before Kanon cast his spell.
Jana positioned herself at one end of the nappers. She stood, leaning against the wall, facing out and waited.
Blacky took the other end preparing to stand watch for the duration.
"I think I'll keep a watch with Blacky and Jana," Renn said, "or I'll stand a watch and allow one of them to rest, should either desire it," he added, with a look to both the warriors. He sat crosslegged on his cloak, his longsword laid across his lap. "It's by Corellon's divine grace that my prayers are answered in physical form," Rennirolas continued as he worked his whetstone across the blade.
"If my spells were purely an extension of my own will and strength, I'd be the first to lay down for this magical refreshment. But, I'd much prefer to appease my god, rather than antagonize him. He's already shown me signs of where I've caused him displeasure, when I lost track of our time below and missed my holy day of prayer." Renn wet his lips and smiled faintly. "It's not a feeling I wish to experience again," he said quietly.
"We're not going to be here long enough for you to sleep naturally," Jana said to Renn. "Do you think it'd help make your god happy if you got some folks praying to him to let you get by with it, seeing as how you're doing this to help other people?" she asked. "I mean, I'll do it. Pray to your god, if it'll help. I'm not an elf or nothing, so maybe it would appease him very much."
Renn shook his head, though a ghost of a smile passed across his lips. "Corellon,
he may find that to be of interest," Renn said straightfaced, "I'm not entirely sure
how many human worshipers the father of the People has."But it isn't just prayer, it's the feeling behind the words," Rennirolas said as he
spread his hands wide. "I pray when I rise from my rest as it's part of my faith
to offer daily thanks to my lord for his wisdom and benevolence, but also because
Corellon has been a guide throughout my life. Challenging my steps at times, but there
has always been a bond between my god and myself. It's that bond that tells me, the
prayers my lord granted me earlier this day, should be all that I pray for until this day has passed."I'm not devoid of beneficial prayers," Renn clarified. "It's just that I've no healing boons to provide. If it were to come to another battle, I do have a few healing spells on a couple of the scrolls we've taken."
"This is not tactically smart," Jana said to Renn. She was clearly unhappy but took pains to speak calmly. "We can't afford to waste healing scrolls. Please do whatever you can to get back in his good graces so the next time this opportunity comes up, you'll be able to take advantage of it. Don't even think about wasting one of those scrolls unless everyone else is tapped out and it's necessary to save a life." She made an indelicate noise and muttered, mostly to herself, "Helm or Torm or even Tyr wouldn't get their smallclothes all in a twist over this sorta thing."
"There in my pack when you want them," Echo said with a nod. After she talked to Renn, she found a place to nap and wrapped up in her cloak.
Arachne rolled over, muttering "Guess I'd better see whether it's any use to me or not." She swung a punch at Dalgaer, aiming (with neither accuracy nor skill) for some part of him which she didn't recall getting torn up by the Quaggoths. After that, she asked wearily, "Can you see me now? .... Good..." and rolled back over to where she belonged. "Sorry, Dal. The -- No, I'll bet that sounds too much like blasphemy."
Arachne became visibile, sporting a number of half-healed cuts and bruises and a fair amount of blood on her clothing.
"Dunno," said one tired little gnome. "Lessee..." She flopped a hand somewhere on Jana, reaching toward the soldier's belly but accepting whatever she made contact with.
When she was done, Arachne closed her eyes and murmured, "Now I _definitely_ need a nap."
Arachne checked on Jana and healed some of her wounds.
"That is _so_ annoying..." the gnome muttered as she worked. "Snails! You got hit there again?! Well, at least I'm familiar with it by now...this little ligament went to market and this little ligament stays here and this..." The mumbling faded. Pretty soon, with an exhausted "Whuf!" the gnome sprawled back on the cloak she used for sleeping in. "Work's not done, but I am," she admitted. "Uh the potion you drank already hasn't made any difference to the child that I can see -- not that I can see much. That's one obstinate fetus and it really values its privacy -- or _something_ does. I doubt the Nap would affect it, either." She gathered her cloak around herself. "I'm going to go to sleep now, with or without Kanon's help...."
"Sorry," Jana mumbled.
"Uhm, thanks," Jana mumbled. She backed away and straightened her armor padding, pulling and wriggling and looking generally uncomfortable.
Once everyone was ready, Kanon began casting, going to each person who wanted to receive the spell in turn before ending with himself. Within moments, most of the group was in a deep sleep.
Aloysius napped.
Azrun found himself a spot and laid out his bedroll. "This ought to be interesting. I wonder if you dream during this like you do normal sleep? Oh, well, guess we'll find out."
After everyone else is asleep Kanon sighed and sends himself into slumber tumbling back onto his own blankets.
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