Sarinah had no clue what the man was casting, it wasn't really her forte to know such things. She watched in fascination, and then if fear, as things started to go awry. She felt the strange sensations and suddenly was overcome with waves of ecstasy and pain as the magic held her paralyzed, playing with her body in the most interesting of ways while she was helpless to resist it.
Ryn's eyes narrow slightly, observing the man's reaction.
Ulfr's eyes go wide. This man has the power to summon the spirits... he says in awe.
"Whatever he's doing it's out of his control." Ryn responds, subtly shifting into a combat stance.
Your see the state of his allies and draws his huge, iron banded club. What are you doing, mage!? He roars over the wind
The sp..spirits.. out of control!!!
The older varisian man croaked out, clearly doing whatever he could to control whatever it was he summoned.
The windy creature attempted to cuff your shoulder Ulfr but against your pure size and strength if felt no more than a gentle shove, Ryn However the winds buffet felt much like a quick jab straight into your jaw
Zev, it was merely another day in your life wandering about the grounds of the very sedentary 'travelling' Carnival. Moving crates from point A to point B, flexing muscle in case some patrons got a bit rowdy. Watching spinning wind creatures fly out of a tent and charge torwards workers. . . .wait that was new.
"Wai.. what?! No, shoo, shoo!" the Nidalan moves over drawing his sword, though he doesn't how good it will handle versus the spirits.
The spirits it seemed were solid enough and Zev's sword cleaved through the spirit rasily enough though it felt like cutting into a pillow.
Ulfr laughs at the "attack". Instead of swinging into air, he simply steps into the swirling currents and watches the air creature dissipate around his huge form.
Ryn was almost struck dumbfounded at the sudden strange wind spirits but when Ulfer moved Forward into one of them disapating it with a laugh she too struck slamming out with her shield ...
But he shock at the creatures flighty nature caused her to misjudge and strike... nothing but air... (you know the kind that doesnt slap back)
The breezy creatures blew hard and moved the one in the tent with the party tried once more to slap Ryn Senseless while the one outside that watched its brethren just dissapate moved to hit the Nidalan.
Sadly their attacks were nothing more than a gentle caress of the wind across ones cheeks..
"Spirits, return to your slumber." he says as he swings at the second spirit.
Her pretty face twisting into a snarl of anger, Ryn focuses, intent on hitting the creature harder than would normally be possible. With almost reckless abandon she slams her shield into the elemental with a wild battlecry.
Ulfr continues walking about. He's now humming a tune as he does so, a children's song about a whirlwind who swallowed a lizard.
Quickly the party destroys the angered wind spirits and Zograthy seems to once more go under a trance. He mumbled and rocked the crystal ball seemed hazy.. so very hazy. But this his eyes rolled back into proper place and he coughed.
"That was.... different, I havent had a vision of that strength in year... come come friends, gather round."
He began motioning to the crystal ball and the table.
The windy spirits seemed to settle or be destroyed quickly, but what was that crazy old man doing... perhaps you had better go see if 'the Amazing Zograthy' was okay Zev. You did happen to spot an outsider (Andrezi) keeping out of sight, he too seemed to watching the tent perhaps he was a bodyguard for that supposed noble who had made his way to Zograthy's tent?
Zev warily looks around for any more spirits before cautiously approaching the tent."Zogarthy, what in the void are you doing in there?"
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Sarinah came out of the trance induced visions of lust and domination and looked to her sister panting, "Did you feel that Marinah? It was...amazing." She pulled her sister into an embrace then and held her to help keep herself standing.
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Marinah, however, has no words. She simply leans into her sister's embrace, shivering as she feels the ecstasy of the moment overwhelming her, running from brain to... other regions of her body.
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As the bizarre wind creature is vanquished, Ryn glances back at the twins, noting that they no longer seemed entranced. In fact the expressions on their faces, especially Marinah's bringing a tiny smile to her lips.
Putting aside her more distracting thoughts for later, Ryn focusses on the fortune teller. "So about the person we're looking for, now that we're just saved you from your own out of control magic." the gladiatrix says pointedly.
Not getting any response the Skinwalker sighs before stepping into the tent. "Okay, what's going on in here."
"Do you have a thing? an item perhaps of this girl you are looking for?"
The Varisian gypsy began holding out his hand hopefully as the Nidalese fellow entered the tent with an unintended flair. It was not the expected group inside. None of them looked like the typical fairgoers.Two were obvious warriors, one a hulking fellow with muscles almost built on muscle(Ulfr), the other a pretty woman, very well built more than most with dark hair and bright eyes(Ryn). Their was a richly dressed handsome man with a scowl running his hands over his pockets looking like he had spent all night at a tavern and two... words failed you to describe the obvious sisters clutching each other unintendedly (or perhaps not) somewhat erotically in the tent.
Justice! The hanged man! two merged into one. The answers you seek have entered the tent!
The drug addled seer called out finally before shaking his head.
His head was pounding from whatever weird trance he had been in. He still felt increadibly uncomfortable the images that had flitted through his mind and he was still trying to figure out what they meant. His eyebrow rose when Zogarthy asked for something of the woman they were seeking.
Then a young man with quite the sword entered asking about what was going on.
You wanted questions? If you cant lead us to where the woman is we seek can you tell us where she was recently... Like say yesterday?
He asked running a hand through his hair. In the old legends he had studied such seers always had good answers... but only if you asked the right questions.
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The tall pale man with swirls covering his skin and dark furs over that blinked is golden eyes. "... you've been into the pesh again, haven't you?"
Ask amongst the towers and you would find what you seek, though you would likely find a knife in the ribs as well. The streets she has traveled are difficult, with many disapearing in the nights. Many believe.... He continued nodding torwards Zev,though the way he waved his hands dismissively at the tall mans questions with a slight grunt probably answered Zev's question. that slave ships sweeping close into the night are responsible but the ball and cards tell me nothing.
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Marina kisses her sister's cheek, then looks to the oracle.
"What is the woman's weakness?" Because it always pays to know what makes another weak.
Giving her sister's cheek a stroke Sarinah turned Marinah around and pulled her twin close to her while her hands slid over some interesting areas. She leaned in and spoke softly to Marinah, "A good question sister."
The newcomer arched a brow at the twins antics but didn't otherwise say anything.
Ryn grins, slowly wrenching her gaze from the twins to glance at the newcomer before looking pointedly at the seer. "Well?"
On reflex his eyes glance towards the gladiatrix when she looks at him before they both look back to the seer.
His eyes wildly rolled back into his head for a moment and he swayed reaching out and touching the crystal ball. His nose scrunched up as if he smlled something bad.
Weakness... the same as most of you, It seems she is... without the support of her gang.... there is... something strange about the vision... it is dark and I cant see much but she is in hiding.
He coughed and shook his head.
What can you see of her gang Ulfr asks. I dislike ambushes.
Marinah kisses her sister on the cheek.
"A lesson you taught me well, sister."
Her gang? searching the streets for something lost, something wanted... a fog hangs over tha....
He paused suddenly his eyes widening in fear he cluched at the lapels of his grimy coat trying to pull his gaze away from the crystal ball before it went dark suddenly and finally.
The blight.... seek the blight in the Underbridge he knows more.
He muttered the coughed looking at the dark crystal and shaking his head.
While she idly toyed with her sister's hair Sarinah considered what the man said. She knew exactly where the Underbridge was and she was sure she knew exactly who they were looking for. She and Marinah had run into him before, though not often, and she thought that she knew who could help find him. It was starting to look like another job for Leather and Lace. She looked at her companions and said, "I think I know some people who can help us. My sister and I can contact them if you wish."
Marinah smiles, her eyes half closed as her sister braids and unbraids her dark, dyed hair.
"We're very good at contacting people." she notes.
Ulfr grunts. Mysteries and riddles weren't his style. Alright then. let's get to it.
"I bet." Ryn says with a smirk. "I think setting up a meet might be a good idea."
As the party readies to leave you (Zev) are pulled aside by the old gypsy.
I saw other things in the crystal ball... go with them my boy, your future is intwined with them and grave things might occur if you do not .
He said. The handsome nobleman raised a simple eyebrow at you tagging along though he said nothing, before you all know it you are whisked away to the Disowned Noble son's home.
"Alright then, ladies, you have contacts? Neville can take you where you need to go, the rest of us i suppose should prepare. Thats not an area of town I prefer to spend any sort of time in, but what must be done must be done.
Ulfr shrugs. Just let me know where I need to be.
Well then, the kitchen is two doors down on the left.... Neville usually cooks for me, but im sure you will fine on your own.
He responded running a hand through his hair and mentally trying to make a list of what might be needed.
Ulfr shrugs and makes his way downstairs.
The kitchen is massive. Much larger than anything he's seen with the notable exception of the slave's kitchens in Serpent's Run. He quickly dismisses most of the fancy cookware and builds a roaring fire in the largest cook-stove.
He then proceeds to roast the largest hunk of meat he can find.
"... sure." Zev finally responded to the addled fortune teller after an awkward pause.
"Hope ya don't mind, old Zo, um, suggested I come along with you all." Zev said to the others, partially relieved to be making distance away from the spirit caller. "So you're looking for someone? I can help, if need be."