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"Don' all o' joos go gettin' too hard an each udda," came Amelia's thick Zuck accent as she approached. Her black ocelot remained behind, enjoying the attention lavished upon it by Sindariel and Sasha. "Dat Obanohi boy was a snaaake if evah Ah seen one."

Pointing a bony finger at Lureene, who seemed on the verge of falling asleep on Arion's shoulder, she said, "Sleepy-head dere may 'ave misundastood dat Ugorji was tryin' ta flatter her, but I kin tells ya dis, Princess: he was tryin' ta sets errybody at odds."

She shook her head and sat down upon the stone floor of the gloriette which even now still gave off vestiges of heat from earlier in the day. "Dun go theenkin' all da Zucks is dummies jus' cause we talk joor language different dan joo do. Dat boy was doin' erryting he could ta cook up a fight wit joo, pree-tee boy. Ya cannae go lettin' 'em git cha all worked-up naw!"

With a knowing nod at Alis, she concluded, "Ah seen it in joor eyes Aaa-lis — joo was in 'is head, joo knows what Ah mean..."

As Sasha regaled Sindariel and her on the evening's exploits, Amelia looked over to where the Princess was exchanging words with Arion and Lureene. Perceptive as she was, the witch had not missed the subtle gesture the Princess made entreating Lady Lammontari for a few moments of privacy.

Dat Princess gurl is lookin' a mite ill-ad-ease wit what dem two's is sayin', but Ah'm de one what was in 'is head...

Giving a toothy smile to the two tall, beautiful women with their fiery hair, she interjected, "Dis here has been a looong daaay. If ya be excusin' me leedees, Ah'm a gonna tank da Princess an take me leave naw."

"You can count on dat red," Amelia said with a smile, patting Sasha's hand. "G'wan naw, an help dem good-lookin' friends o' ya's to re-lax!"

At Arion's approach, Ugorji squirmed and mumbled in protest, eyes seeking towards Amhranai and Amelia for intervention, cringing as the elf began to cast his spell.

Yet Amelia was no dummy and held waved a hand to her neighbor from The Flats. "Joor not foolin' me wit dem sorry eyes, Obanohi boy. Now sit dere an be a good boy or else Ah'll be lettin' da tall one mind ya tanight instead o' keepin' afta ya meself!"

After a thorough search, Arion could detect no spell-effects active upon the prisoner. Not that that should have made him feel any better, after all, Darvesch had purportedly seen his turn invisible while in gaseous form, and Lureene had likewise found no spell components when she searched him.

Once Arion had satisfied his curiosity, Amelia sat upon the floor, back propped against the bulkhead as her familiar wandered the area, its sleek form easily able to fit between the bars of the cell. Looking pointedly at Arion and Amhranai, she said, "Get some rest, all o' joos. I got dis."

Amelia patted Arion's arm with a thin hand as if to comfort him, the slits of her hazel eyes locked upon Ugorji. "Joo may tink yaself clevah boy, tryin' ta sew doubt, but Ah have seen tings... Some dat would make ya shed joor skeen like da snake ya are ta git away. Dat Princess girl meebe young, and meebe iii-de-lis-tic, but da speereets be wit her jus da same."

Waving to Lureene, Amelia asked, "Joo dere, pree-tee girl, joo got anyting else? Dis one's geevin' me a headache naw."

Amelia tensed up as the man shrank from the elf, and it took her a few moments to regain her concentration. "Bit of cour-te-sy if ya please! I'm in da mon's head, ya feel me?"

Looking back at the captive mage, Amelia spoke in their native tongue for a moment.

Cackling a bit, Amelia said, "He's wond'rin if all elves be so hot-headed as joo, A-ri-on. Tinkin' maybe dis was not so good an idea aafta all."

"Nitey nite, dwarf mon," Amelia said cheerfully, attention still fixed upon Ugorji. After Darvesch had made his way past Arion and the others, she added, "Joo tree, quit ya lurkin back dere. Come on out here an git wit da talkin!"

Amelia's catlike eyes narrowed as she felt hesitation from Ugorji. "Don' be makin' me sick muh keetee on ya naw..."

"Tell joo what, mon," Amelia shook a finger even as she cradled her ocelot against her chest, "joo be a good boy an' tink joor ansahs an I'll jus be readin' dem thought hmm?"

With a sigh of exasperation, he nodded, face wrinkling a bit as Amelia perused into his surface thoughts. "Ah, Ugorji, so dat's 'is name... So Ugorji, mebbe you can tink on what da mastah dwarf jus axed joo..."

Although Arion, Amhranai, Lureene, and Sasha were still topside, Amelia had seen fit to bide her time in the company of the itinerant dwarf, the two of them keeping eyes on their prisoner.

"A funny boy joo ah," Amelia chuckled, "as if somebody might not know if mebbe dey had any part in a big mad mutha like dat comin' outta da blue!"

The wind from Darvesch's axe blew Ugorji's form about the small room, and although it was difficult to tell if he was having much of an effect, the dwarf was certain he saw more than a bit of bewilderment on his foe's face at the unorthodox attacks.

Given the commotion in the Sprite's cabin and the dwarf's imperious tone, it was child's play to see that he must have cornered the enemy. Swooping down behind him, still in the form of an eagle, she locked eyes upon the misty visage of their prey, and attempted to force him back into a material form.

Unfortunately, it was not to be and the tumult in the cabin continued.

Turning to Amhranai, the half-elven witch raised an eyebrow at her apparent lack of concern. "Ah know joo like to tease da gurl, but ah ya jus gunna stand dere while she's gettin' attacked naw?"

Without waiting for reply, she moved with surprising quickness, running towards the starboard bow before leaping into the air, whereupon she transformed into an eagle, broad wings carrying her swiftly after the others.

Amelia smiled both at Arion's enthusiasm and Darvesch's protestations. "Why dun joo go aafta 'im, naw?"

With a wink, she reached out a bony hand and touched him upon the shoulder. "Da speeriits of da air will hold joo up."

Amelia casts Air Walk upon Darvesch.

The witch smiled and nodded, the young blonde woman was as sharp as she was beautiful.

"Da way I sees it, leettle Lureene knows her momma betta dan anybody. If she says somebody invite da beetch, den I'm thinkin' I'm gunna ask where dat fool lay down dere head to sleep." She flashed Alis a broad grin, "Den meebe some o' deese here goes have a slumba paaty."

"Some fancy candles be jus' da ting, Leedy Sin."

Amelia gave Lureene and Arion a toothy smile, the bits of bone in her dreadlocks clattering softly as she bobbed her head in reply, "Dat's what I'm here for gurls an boys."

The enigmatic woman made her way to the petrified-tree table, whereupon she withdrew a few objects from the satchel at her hip. The first was a tattered square of aged leather marked with primitive glyphs. This she spread out on the table's surface. The next was a small, stiff pouch that rattled as she shook it, and the last was the small jar into which she had scooped up Avoreen's ashes. Lastly, she removed several cones of pungent incense, which she placed carefully around the leather square.

"Now den," she said, "da speerits have needs too, an all o' joo's sleeps and eats real good... 'cept meebe Ahmrani."

Holding out a thin hand, she said, "Ah'm gunna be needin' an offerin' for da spirits naw."

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Ability Score: Intelligence & Wisdom
Mythic Flaw: Insanity
Mythic Feat: Dual Focus
Mythic Path: Hierophant
Special Ability: Recalled Blessing
Path Ability: Faith's Reach

Amelia just shook her head.

Dat redhead is one crazy beech!

Keeping her distance, Amelia made her way behind the nearby guards and sized-up the situation. Pointing a long, thin finger at a spot behind the demoness she mused, "Juz try an cast anudder spell gurl, "

Amelia readies Dispel Magic

Next Up: Avoreen, Amhranai, Arion, Darvesch, Lureene, Grak, Tiniel, Alis, Tut, Sasha, Royal Guards, Amelia
MAP: Shrine of the Fates, (Round 04)

Hmm, monkey dere mus be somebody's familiar, elf boy is in da way too. Not gonna do to go blastin' if I go torchin' dems now...

At the edge of the mist, Amelia could just make out the shadowy form of the dwarf she had met just a short time ago. Although he was the first she had met, she heard they were fearsome in battle and were particularly dangerous over short distances.

As a thought occurred to her, she spoke to her uncanny black ocelot, a spell forming on her lips even as her bony fingers fingered a spellcasting fetish bound to her belt. "Go an give da short one in da arma some love, ke-tee."

Yes, while elves and men might jump for joy, she suspected a dwarf would rather levitate for spite. As she spoke aloud, seemingly calling out a taunt in her native tongue, Darvesch could feel Amelia's, black cat stretch it's back upon his greaves before gently laying a paw atop his left boot.

Although his understanding of Zuck was still rudimentary at best, he gleaned all he needed to know: he could now tread upon the air!

Amelia casts Air Walk, delivered by her familiar.