Ashe tries to study the demon's magic unsuccessfully, thinks to herself `Great, I am not going to hear the end of this from Popper.`
She shakes the thought out of her head, addressing the woman in the room "Are you alright?" She steps into the room with a concerned look.
The woman is looking at all of you with a mix of confusion and relief. "I think so. who are you all?"
Rema only thinks to himself disappointed at the continued rashness of the younger generations' actions. If only they could have used the opportunity to get some useful information out of the Demon...
" Ma'am, (good morning/afternoon/evening). If you are well, can you please tell us anything you know of the creature you were just with?"
The woman looks at Rema " Said he wanted to by some clothes. Didn't know what to think him being a demon and all. Sure he was pretty handsome with his chiseled features, flowing hair and that smile..." She trails off and looks wistful.
with some throat clearing she continues "Aside from that he just chatted me up mostly the latest rumors."
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Arc, to the point of growling, pushes her way out the door to find something on which to take out her adrenaline-fueled rage (though she doesn't stray far; a can to kick, something unimportant to throw a javelin into, or unowned signpost to chuck is enough. Nothing that'd be illegal, after all.)
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Ashe tries to figure out what kind of demon would act in such a manner.
"How strange. I am glad you are alright, do you need any assistance?"
"Not really. I don't want to leave this place because its all I have."
"Well, that was an incubus that just left. They are a tempter of souls, not to be thought lightly of."
Ashe sympathizes with the woman, this city was everything to her, "I understand, I was raised here as well. But, it isn't safe. Hopefully a crusade will be able to recover it, but you really shouldn't linger here"
"You might be right where are you planning on going?" the woman responds after a bit of a pause.
"I don't think anyone has a clue as to where we're going in the long run," Olivier admitted, finally putting his bow away. His glare still lingered at where the demon had been, though. "But I do know that a tailor shop is no place to be when demons with a more violent temperament decide to come howling through..."
Ashe gestures to Anevia, "We are heading to our friend Anevia's place at the moment."
"I am sorry, I just realized we haven't been properly introduced. With everything that has happened..." Ashe sighes and continues, "It can be difficult to remember the little things." Ashe introduces the group. "Who would you be?"
"Your right. My name is Nira Loumis. Should we be going soon?" she looks at everyone present when she asks her question.
Ashe nods her head. As they head out, more concern in her voice than she thought she would have, "Arc, are you alright?"
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"Didn't even move the bastard!" Arc "answers." "Ran..." Arc pauses, "... Yeah. Just have to keep pressing forward."
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Ashe nods her head, "You did shrug off the charm spell he threw on you. That is something at least."
You all arrive at a small farm house where Anevia struggles to move quickly toward the front door calling out for Irabeth.
Ashe stops her, her face showing nothing but concern, "We don't know what has happened here, if anything. I truly hope everything is alright. But in case of the worst, we should not give any evil a chance to prepare themselves. Please let us move cautiously."
She reluctantly settles down "sorry but I have been patient up to now please don't make me wait too much longer. " she seems to be trying very hard to control herself at this point.
The house looks abandoned without any signs of recent entry or exit.
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"Irabeth?" Olivier inquired. Ah, so that was it? However, he nodded when Ashe urged for caution. "She's right. After what we've seen these past few days, caution is key. I'll take a look..."
Without waiting for an answer, Olivier slunk towards the front door, taking a peek inside through any available windows. With all the shouting, he was certain that their presence was well-marked, but it never hurt to be cautious...
The inside of the house is well kept and does not show signs of any kind of looting or other damage.
Reasonably satisfied for the moment, Olivier returned to the rest of the party. "Seems quiet enough inside," he reported.
Ashe follows the group as they move towards the house.
Anevia limps up to the door unlocking it with a key. opening the door she steps inside.
Ashe steels herself for the scene inside.
Anevia walks in. What are you all doing?
"Think she may be home, still?" Olivier murmured quietly to Anevia, ghosting in after her. The locked door would make him tent to think otherwise, but with the city being what it was...
As anevia begins her search something glowing flies down from the ceiling.
missing Anevia as it clumsily flies by.
Ashe steps back and glares at the fire beetle, her glare forcing the fire beetle to struggle reach its mark.
Eve moves into the room and takes a swing at the beetle.
The beetle dies horribly.
"What the hell was that!"Anevia shouts as Eve cleaves the insect in half.
Ashe responds with an eye for more, "That was a fire beetle it had been corrupted by demonic influences. Someone else should lead us through the house, just incase there are more."
"Yeah, looked something like that." Eve says while cleaning off her sword. "I can take the lead if no one else wants to." She offers.
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Arc merely nods and takes point, though defers to the owner of the house for direction towards hidey holes or whatnot.
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Roderic walks into the house with the others and takes note of the beetle now on the floor. "Anevia, I hope you wont mind but I'm just going to check the other rooms for more creatures." Roderic checks the door.
"sure go ahe " before Anevia can finish her response a ranseur passes dangerously close to her jugular and a rough voice shouts [b]"Your wife will find your corpse in bed waiting for her.
Holding the ranseur is a half-orc wearing translucent full plate materializes out of thin air.
Before Anevia can respond a short sword passes through her ribcage. A tiefling materializes out of nowhere. With an audible thud she falls to the floor motionless.
Ashe cries out in alarm, not caring if it is a waste of effort. Her right hand is enveloped in a blue calming light as she touches Anevia on the shoulder. She stands protectively over her, as wisps of her hair begin to flicker like flames.
Roderic moves next to the Half-Orc and Tiefling. He draws his sword and swings at the Half-Orc.
The half Orc brings his weapon up in time to block Roderic's swing completely.
"Anevia!"
Olivier's eyes narrowed at the sight of the half-orc. "Vagorg?" The cultist was one whose reputation was well-known to Olivier. Not good. Not good at at all.
Drawing his rapier, Oliver struck instead at the tiefling next to him.
Seeing Anevia tending to their fallen friend, Eve takes a swing at the orc that felled her.
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The tiefling staggers guard completely broken.
The half orc raises his Ranseur to block Eve's attack not as clean as the first but still got the job done.
The Half-orc swings at Ashe but his rage causes his swing to go wide.
Ashe stares unflinchingly at the half orc, and he has trouble lifting his weapon to swing it again.
Emboldened by his latest success, Olivier attempts to strike the tiefling again...
...emphasis on attempt.