Nazz reaches down and starts to tug on the woman's arm. "... hey. Get up. Now... please."
Siff's look of disgust when the maggots burst forth speaks volumes.
She swings her crossbow down from her back and takes sight, not willing at this moment to reveal the true nature of her gifts. These people seem reasonable, but I've seen the reasonable turn on me too many times once my heritage was revealed...
"Monsters attacking. Fell down a cave. Can you help... please?" Nazz says to the awakened woman, once again her inflection changing for the last word.
Bruno shakes his head as the vision clears. He feels like it was more than a farewell. It was a calling. A charge to slaughter demons until the sound of his name struck fear in the Abyss itself.
And there was a demon in line for a charge. How convenient.
He puts his heels to Esmeralda and the pair fly across the distance seperating them and the demon approaching Iradyel. Bruno's lance dips to the demon's level at the last moment...
"... so that's a no." Nazz replies before bending down and scoopping the other woman up, being mindful of the possibly broken leg. She then walks over to wherever her sword had landed.
Shear begins to feel sick but he tries to maul the maggot anyway.
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Bruno impales his maggot. Lifting his lance the creature convulses on the end like a big hotdog on a stick. Iradyiel cuts the other in half, followed by finishing claw attacks by shear.
END COMBAT. *jots down XP earned in imaginary notebook*
The women is thankful as Nazz lifts her up. I'm so sorry to be so useless she says, wincing in pain. But she does her best to bow and says My name is Avenia. Avenia Tirabade, at your service. But where are we? Last thing I remember is demons in the streets. I must have bumped my head?
Bruno shakes the demon off his death sick and pays Esmeralda on the head. She grunts happily.
Siff had slapped another bolt into her crossbow and was in the process of cranking the mechanism when Bruno shish-kabob-ed the maggot.
Rising from where she'd taken a knee, she slings her crossbow across her back once more, thinks about assting Nazz with the woman for a moment, then remembers Nazz reaction to her earlier and decides to move about the cavern collecting the rest of the dragon scales.
Shaking the cobwebs from her head, Darya walks over to where the imposing warrior carries the injured woman. "Guess that fall rattled me more than I thought. I'm Darya by the way. We should probably get to know each other since we're down in a hole as demons run amok who knows how far above us." she says sardonically.
"... you're fine. " Nazz says while quickly shifting an arm to scoop her sword back up. As Darya approached she almost took a step back but caught herself and instead replied "... Nazz. Comehereoften?" her voice was quicker and higher than usual.
No sooner had the words left her mouth than her eyes started to dart from side to side in confusion as her mouth and brain tried to reconcile with one another.
Darya cocks her head slightly to the side, the corner of her mouth curling ever so slightly in amusement. "Uhm... not really too much of a fan of hundreds of tons of rock above me, but as far as cave-ins go it's cozy." she says, almost managing to keep a straight face.
"... right... me neither." Nazz manages to respond, her voice returning to normal at seeing the other woman's reaction. Standing her ground she lets her drift up once again towards the ceiling of the cave they were now trapped in.
Iradyiel, watches as khan finishes killing the giant maggot, as he sheaths his shortswords he nods to Khan and says "Well done, don't need to carry many weapons when you have claws like those." As he goes and picks up his dagger, seeing one of the silver pieces on the mushroom near him he picks it up also, turning and asking Khan "Shall we join the others?"
"Killing is what I'm good at." Khan says shaking his claw free of the maggot goo. "What are those silver things?"
Khan takes the scale, sniffing it. "I didn't know dragons shed and that it was magical." When Iradyiel walks away, he shakes off the vomit that was making him ill.
Bruno trots up to the group. That was great! Who knew gallin down a huge hole in da ground could be so excitin'!
Nazz arches an eyebrow and looks at the dwarf like he just grown a second head.
Ahh, c'mon! It not be e'ry day ye tumble down a massive crack and walk away, much less get t' slay demons afterward!
"Yes, killing demons is fun." She responded, absolutely no hesitation in her voice when she spoke this time.
As Iradyiel is heading over to the other survivors he notices the blue haired woman, that had been helping the children, picking up more of the silver scales. As he approaches he clears his throat and introduces himself "Ummhh, Hi, I'm Iradyiel" then turning and point where Khan is shaking himself "And that is Khan, we saw you helping the children back, well, up there, I mean before we fell. We should probably join the others, strength in numbers and all." Turning again pointing at the silver scale that Khan is holding then at the ones she is holding and asks "What can you tell about these? When I picked one up I had a vision of the Dragon Teredelevs, what do you think they are or mean?"
Siff looks at Iradyiel strangely, "Did you hit your head on the way down? We met on the surface..." but she lets the subject drop, "The scales....yes... I experienced a vision of the dragon flying through the clouds, but naught from the others I picked up. Perhaps, we are to be blessed with only one vision..."
"These scales are perhaps the last of Teredelevs' essense on this plane, a gift of sorts..." she muses.
She then hears the others talk of the fun of killing demons and seems to shrink in on her self a bit, become silent.
Listening to the conversation steer towards the martyred Terendelev remains silent in solace until she notices the blue haired woman retreat into herself. Up here after awhile you tended to notice those that tried not to be noticed more than those that did. "... is everything okay... Miss Siff?" she asks as she steps toward the quiet woman.
Nazz looks down on instinct at the hand clutching the scale, her view blocked by Avenia not hampering her gaze or thoughts in the slightest.
"Yes, I did... it was... sad. She was alone in the snow and storm... fading..." she says, the sadness in her words breaking through in her voice. Then things started to click into place.
The last Nazz had heard of Dylinglight it had been transformed by the encroaching Wound into a frozen hellhole. So had Terendelev been there? Did she want Nazz to return there?
Mah vision was glarius! She had a demon pinned with one talonned foot. I was the demon. She roared an' I felt her rage! Her power!
Again, Nazz arches a brow at the dwarf. "You were the demon?"
I seen it from data demon's perspective, aye.
"... oh." Nazz lets out, her posture loosening somewhat.
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Avenia gropes at Nazz's neck as Nazz props her up. Ouch. I don't suppose any of you could make a splint for this leg of mine? If not, I'm not sure I can make it, assuming you are all going to try to find a way out of here... She looks toward the tunnel which leads to the east, the only exit from this chamber.
"... You're not heavy." she says, tense and hair on ends after Avenia grabbed her neck.
"I don't think this scale works. I don't see anything."
Listening to the conversation steer towards the martyred Terendelev remains silent in solace until she notices the blue haired woman retreat into herself. Up here after awhile you tended to notice those that tried not to be noticed more than those that did. "... is everything okay... Miss Siff?" she asks as she steps toward the quiet woman.
Siff looks up , startled by the genuine concern in Nazz's voice. She blinks a few times , eyes flicking from Nazz to Iradyiel to Shear and back again, then she sighs.
"I might as well tell you all, since it seems we've been thrown together, for good or ill. I have power , that I haven't revealed yet. That power comes from a taint, whether from my distant ancestors or my parents, but a taint nonetheless. My power stems from the heartspring of our shared enemy, that dark stain upon our land....the Abyss itself. "Siff takes a deep breath, then waits for the judgement that inevitably comes when her heritage is revealed.
Nazz lets Siff's revelation sink in... for all of half a second. "So your family has been tainted by the Abyss?" she asks before shrugging her shoulders in indifference, "You're at the Worldwound, there's nothing around here that isn't warped by the Abyss in some way. I myself can't venture far from these accursed lands without getting restless and nauseated... a rather perverse homesickness I suppose."
Darya's eyes narrow for a moment as she studies the stunning blue haired woman before shrugging to herself. "Actions speak louder than blood." she says with a note of finality.
"I have yet to touch one of the scales. I would be interested to see what comes to me."
Nazz looks about for a moment before tilting her head up in direction to a remaining scale.
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