"Looking like a demon does not make you a demon!" Yath calls after the retreating Paladin. To Drye, "If it did all the poor tieflings in the world would be constantly..." she sighed "Oh, ya, right."
"Don't know vat you arre talking about. I'm alvays on my best behaviorr." He points back to the bed. "I don't sleep like zat. Usually. Verry dangerrous forr obvious rreasons, da?"
"I take zese crrusaderrs arre differrent zan ze usual kind?" His tone stops being playful. "Ze last time I have seen my mozerr ve verre trrying to get srrough ze gates of Kenabrres. I do rrememberr how ze crrusaderrs trreat zouse suspected of vitchcrraft orr being demons, and zis pokhoti Arrrueshalee forr surre is, no matterr how you see it."
"Vat is Andorran, anyvay?"
Wyneiss looks up at the pair of heads while Anevia explains them. She's neither surprised nor disturbed by them. In fact, she seems focused or perhaps intent on taking in all the details.
The elf is tall, at least in this new land full of humans, and slender, as is typical for elves. She stands very straight, with her hands clasped behind her back, giving her something of a military air. Her clothes are a variety of darker dull earth-tones, completely unremarkable. But, the brooch that clasps her cloak identifies her as a Ranger of Kyonin.
When Anevia is finished speaking, Wyneiss asks her a couple of questions without taking her eyes of the heads. While her Taldane is excellent, it is clear that she rarely uses the language.
"How did they account for themselves? What did they say under questioning when claiming they were me? Be specific with the details please."
Traveling with the crusaders and Sarkorians is an old woman of average height. Based on the lines on her face and her white hair, she appears to be old enough to be a great grandmother (she is, actually) but she walks at the same brisk pace as everyone else and demonstrates the strength and grace of a warrior in her prime. Her features have much in common with the Hallit people of Sarkoris, tan and weathered. Her cloak is fashioned from the pelt of a snow leopard, her dress deerskin, boots made of a strange leather. Under her cloak, she is armored with a breastplate that betrays Taldan artistry.
She carries some weapons and is always accompanied by a female coyote, called Zia, who also seems quite aged, although, like her master, is as physically capable as any adult coyote. Also assisting her is a middle-aged cleric of Erastil, named Father Emil, and a relatively short druid elf named Luanna. These two also have animals with them. Father Emil has a large lynx as well as a small menagerie of pets, including a raven, a cat, and an otter. Luanna travels with a grizzly bear named Ossy; as a druid, of course, she can also transform into an animal. She sometimes changes into the form of a hawk to scout for trouble.
The elderly shaman's name is Nona Rastaban. She is a native of Sarkoris and lived there before the Worldwound destroyed much of it and drove her and her family south. If asked, she relates her life story in fascinating tales of her travels. She is a shaman of her people, basing her magical abilities on the strength of her ancestral spirits, who she claims are always around her. When she draws on her spirits, her hair glows as if lit from within and rustles as if blown by the wind.
At the Drezen gate, she patiently allows the scrutiny she knows it essential in the Worldwound. Once inside, she looks around curiously. "I was here in my youth, which was before all this ..." she gestures toward the sky tinted unnatural colors by the Worldwound's influence. "It's looking a bit shabby but I guess that's to be expected."
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Andoran is a Chelish break away state, while they suffer from congenital, habitual and aggravated main character syndrome on a societal basis. They are apparently finally ready to contribute to the fight against the worldwound.
The Azata pauses
Now hush, I am opening a gate to the position of Nona Rastaban, not sure if you actually know each other, in about a minute.
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Hello dearie A voice speaks in your head
I am Ilsa, a friend and ally of Desna. Our Lady of stars has seen fit to add an additional warrior to the crusade, I am about to gate him in. The voice is elderly and kindly, not unlike your own.
You hear another voice in your head, the more familiar voice of Belana
Incoming teleport to your position, origin definitly not demonic, daemonic or inferal, maybe Elysium? Maelstrom? Too chaotic for heaven or axis.
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Succubi are pretty hard to lock down, while they cant teleport in and out due to the banner of valor, they can ethereal jaunt, and there are simply too many ways to break a magic circle, which also takes some time to setup, and if a Succubus is already on Golarion she isnt exactly going to wait while you paint it. We arent exactly sitting on a pile of phase locking weaponry either. Policy is to kill discovered infiltrators on sight, and then use alignment masking and speak with dead to get some information later. Anevia pauses
This one Anevia points at a "Wyniess like head" that looks like it died a somewhat longer time ago
Served Nurgal, demonlord was tasked to prepare sleeper cells and subvert and seduce junior commanders. We caught her because the gold content of her mendevian coins was too high for their date. Several rounds of currency devaluation have happened, on account of the war not being great for the mendevian treasury.
Anevia point at the slightly more recent head
This one served Baphomet, on orders to do some terrorism coupled with false flags, put Mendevians against Sarkorians. She screwed up by not lowering her spell resistance, thus revealing she had spell resistance, and thus showing her actual nature. I have half a mind to improve our economy by selling the various means of alignment masking they are using.
Anevia shrugs
What really concerns me is that we have yet to catch even a single Nocticulan spy. The one Nocticulan operative we nearly got our hands on lead us, meaning me and a squad of Paladins and inquisitors, on a merry goose chase, into a meeting of Baphometan cultists whom we then dispatched, but we lost contact with that operative.
Anevia pauses again
Oh She holds her head
Apparently our elite group is returning, having once more succeeded beyond expectations? They should be at the gates in a couple of minutes.
Nona listens to Anevia and makes a mental note to explain the apparent willingness of forces loyal to Nocticula helping those opposing the demons from the Worldwound. She does not want to discuss such things out in the open however.
"I've received a couple of messages that say someone is about to teleport in. They are allegedly friendly and I trust the voices to be honest. Let's be cautious but ask questions before initiating executions."
And Chelish is? Probably another kingdom or realm or whatever he'll likely never visit, not until Sarkoris was free of the last f#@*ing demon. "Hun, as long as zey arre fighting, it good enough. Ze enemy of my enemy as ze people from south like to say."
"Zen open ze gate alrright..." Better not to ask about this Nona, otherwise there was a good chance the woman would start yapping again. Once the gate was formed, Sorak simply waves sand jumps through, still thinking about Desna and Calistria "negotiating".
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The portal opens eight in the air, horizontally as usual, and Sorak falls through it, landing on his feet. The brief and chilly sensation of diving in cold water is quite pleasing, even if no substitute for the actual bath he'd have preferred after a night spent f*&+ing with his love. He still could smell her and as usual he'd cherish it until they were reunited. If.
The man looks around at the sheer amount of crusaders. "Grreetings. I'm Sorak of Tvinpeaks, or ze Singerr. It looks a lot changed vhile I vas avay. So who is Nona Rrastaban?" He was sure the old woman was the Nona, but you never ever even insinuate a woman is old... Unless as an obvious home. "You?" He asks the blond elf.
For a woman with so many holes in her memory about herself, she oddly finds that she knows quite a bit about the man suddenly in front of them. Or at least the man he claims to be.
Unfortunately reading people has never (she assumes) been a strong skill set for her. She blames this on many things. Primarily on the fact most people truly do not know their own selves well enough, so how is there any possibility for other people to know?
Hmmm... her mind is wandering again.
His attention is on Nona, who Yath is walking with at this time, curious about all sorts of things the young woman might know. She would introduce herself, but there is an order to things, and in this, the order starts with where the focus is. Which is Nona.
So the flawless dark-skinned Ekujae elf with raven black hair in a long braid and shockingly bright yellow cat eyes simply waits.
If the newcomer spares her a glance, it is easy to tell she is a spellcaster. Complete lack of proper armor, dressed in elegantly and perfectly clean coal black flowing robes and impractical subtle slippers.
No weapons sheathed, just magical rods among component pouches resting lightly at her defenseless hips. Odd amulets, pearls, and goggles around her unprotected neck. And a darkly bound book held protectively in her arms.
"That would be me," Nona responds in Hallit, but also lifts a hand like a schoolgirl during roll call with a new teacher. She studies the newcomer steadily and asks, "Better tells us your story and who is sending you. These people are very nervous about welcoming possible enemies in disguise." If he seems not to understand, she repeats the statement in common.
Ellena stood by Nona and Yathlara as the newcomer teleported in. Even though Nona apparently knew it was coming, that still gave the paladin the willies. She went ahead and used her Derect Evil ability, wanting to know what was entering the group.
Ellena stood strong and powerful, wearing her armor with small wings on it and held a bright gleaming shield that radiated light when held. She had several weapons but the long sword attacked to her side was clearly something special. If anyone paid attention, they’d hear her call it Raidance when she addressed it, which she did with surprising frequency. Once she removed her helm, her strong and beautiful features could be better seen, along with her shock of long blonde hair.
"I'm Sorrak of Tvinpeaks, borrn and rraised in Sarrkorris." And most likely dead and buried as well. "Neverr crrossed ze borrderr. Lost my mozerr in Kenabrres vhen she vas taken by inquisitorrs forr questioning and neverr rreturrned. My fazerr rraised me, but is also long gone."
"I've trravelled acrross ze Vorrldvound morre times zen I can count and vhile at zat I've killed morre demons zan prrobably ten of zese men combined." He gestures over the crusaders with a serious expression. Yes, that was boasting. No, it wasn't a lie. "Been missing zis last yearr, forr I vas trrapped in ze Abyss itself... only got out because of my love Desna and she is ze one who sent me herre."
"I vas told to look forr fourr vomen. Nona Rrastaban, a Callistrrian, an Andorran and a Paladin." Considering why the servants of Callistria were known and how some women might taken offense on being mistakenly identified as one, Sorak stops himself from making guesses of who was who.
Yath follows the cadence of his speech, nodding her head along with his rises and falls. At the end she stops, then says "I am none of those."
"Zen I'm not looking forr you, I sink." The dark elf was a weird one. "Good to meet you anyvay."
”Theres quite a few paladins running around here, but if you’re looking for one with Nona, I’d lay odds that’s me,” Ellena answers the newcomer. ”Im Ellena. Nice to meet you Sorrak. We could use more demon killers in these parts. Place is overrun with them…”
"Sinking now, I rrealize I should have asked forr ze names of ze fourr women, but I had just vake up and vas viss my head in ozerr thoughts." Better not to think about Desna and Calistria is front of them and embarrass himself. "Also, Ilse, ze azata, vas alrready talking too much."
"So, good omens, forr I complete half my mission and I just arrived. Do you two know verre ze Andorran and ze Callistrrian might be?"
Wyneiss is disappointed.
"I am disappointed they were not interrogated, but it is understandable." Although also sloppy and unimaginative.
"I would have liked to know the nature of the information they had concerning me. If I knew, I could begin to trace the source, or sources, to their origin. I have not been in Mendev for long, and I have done nothing to bring attention to myself, aside from being a newcomer."
"So, the question I want an answer for is this: Was the decision to mimic me made based on information originating in Mendev, or could it have come from The Tanglebriar? Some things could only be known from one of the places or another. It would be useful in finding the source."
"While demons are not given to cooperation, or complex schemes, if there is some kind of information sharing between The Tanglebriar and the Worldwound, it would be beneficial to know of it."
Yath thinks...
"While I am not Andorian..." the skin, the eyes, the ears, the clothes, all point to other areas of the world or realms "... I have been 'aiding' an organization that is headquartered there. So while I am not, I might be, in the context of your search at least."
She pauses again "Were any of the helpful succubi Calistrian?"
"Welcome Sorak. It seems we have this in common, we are all--or most of us, it seems--receiving information through some telepathic channels. Just before Sorak arrived, I received two such messages. One seemed to have a connection to Desna, whom I worship along with Pulura. The other is from someone most of us encountered recently in a fight. Best we not identify this source in the open. Long story short, your provenance has been confirmed, at least to my satisfaction.
"I am sorry for the loss of your parents. I have lost many kin and friends. Know that while I was recruited for this mission by the Queen, my allegiance is first and foremost to Sarkoris and its eventual restoration. I am not a crusader, only an ally of theirs so long as they are not burning witches."
She will eventually tell Sorak her ancestry and where she lived prior to the Worldwound's arrival. And she will learn his ancestry and places he has visited. She knows a lot about the geography of the Worldwound and they likely have useful things to share about their travels. But that all can wait for a relaxing situation over drinks and some good food.
She also acknowledges Wyniess with a welcome. "I have worked with elves and Andorans both and find them usually very helpful. I'm sure you bring many talents we will value as we learn of them."
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"I have alrready mourrned ze lost, so no need to be sorrry about zem. Ze only memorries I keep of zem arre ze few happy ones. About ze rrest, I sink ve sink ze same." Time for one of his famous warming and confident smiles.
"So, if you might be ze Andorran." He ponders again, addressing the dark elf. "Now I feel ze Callistrrian should be arround as vell. Do you fancy sharring yourr name?"
While waiting for an answer, he looks from Nona Rastaban to the serious elf she is addressing. Was she the Callistrian? Hun, bad luck, as she seemed too serious for being one of the "fun Callistrians", which means she was probably one of the angry ones. That was just right, in truth, good luck actually. The Worldwound was no place for f@*~ing around anyway.
You hear Belanas voice again
Desnan operative is one Sorak of twinpeaks. Desna made quite certain that we, we meaning certain factions of Nocticulas chosen, know.
The voice pauses
There is, a list so to say, of people whose death would be considered as an unfriendly act by Desna. He was just added to that list by presumably Desna.
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CIAR? Anevia interrupts the reverie, I mean, Sir Ciar? She quickly corrects herself
Lady Tirabade the elderly Paladin says politely and very warmly, the 2 hug.
May I inquire how you got him and several Paladins back? Its great news of course but... Lets get you inside, I need to understand what happened, and these Wintersuns, are they captives? Anevia asks the group as she look at all the people you brought back.
You can see Dyre, young Kellid Bloodrager holding his breath and making the sign of Gorrum as he awaits your reply.
"No prisoners, just allies." an elf steps forward and answers with stately confidence.
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Ellena agrees with Yathlara. ”Ill vouch for Dyre. He’s been led astray and is on a journey back to the light. That young one has promise, I think. Everyone here will be a good influence on him!”. She smiles at Dyre, hoping to show she did in fact have faith in the young man.
There was a lot of formality and suspicion in the air. All fair and square, of course, for where demons roamed, that was the norm. It was a pain nevertheless. Absently minded, Sorak picks his ear, checks it and cleans the result on the back of his trousers.
"Herre comes ze sun..." A series of whistling in a pleasant tune, his foot tapping in rhythm. "Herre comes ze sun... And I say, it's alrright."
"Lady Lu-uck, it's been long, hot, lonely nightmarre"
"Lady Lu-uck, it feels like ages since it's been herre"
"Herre comes ze sun..." A series of whistling in a pleasant tune. "Herre comes ze sun... And I say, it's alrright."
Wyneiss shares her name, place or origin, and purpose in Mendev with those who are there. She does this briskly, seeing to reason to linger on her biography. She also greets the others as they their own information, which includes confirming the Kellid man's speculation that there is a worshipper of Calistria present and that it is her.
Otherwise she has nothing further to add at the present. The others seem to know each other, or be familiar, and she can't really follow their conversation. She expects that is some local stuff, a bit of news mixed with random chatter. Her perception is of a heterogenous group united primarily by the considerable amount of noise they make.
While the talking goes on, Wyneiss patiently looks about, alternating between the landscape, the sky, and the people. When the talking winds down, she adds a question.
"So, here we are. What is our specific purpose?"
Wyneiss adds "specific" because she thinks it likely that one or more of the others will reply with something blindingly obvious like 'to kill demons' or 'to patrol the area', or 'to win this war' because of foolishness or in an appalling attempt to play the comedian.
Flashback time
You mission in the worldwound, should you accept, is as follows Threv speaks
Desna has offered incentives, so to speak, to increase Callistrian investment in terms of besting the worldwound. Compete fairly with Desnas champion in inflicting wounds to the demonic host. Do not hinder him, as he will not stoop low either, and may even be blissfully unaware that this is a show of strength on our part.
Show our savored Stings might in Mendev, make the demons fear her sting, and make others appreciate what we can offer. Her servitor grows silent.
Nocticula is a wild card in this, it is not unlikey for her to kill either Baphomet or Deskari, and intrigue towards such a goal is commendable, if it works. However, the savored stings intention is to keep the Lady in Shadow in the Abyss. Aiding her in slaying demonlords is allowed, increasing her influence outside of the Abyss is dicey.
Callistrias servitor pauses again
A champion of Callistria, one Cydric de Bergerac of Galt, has been taken prisoner by Socothbenoth after inflicting grevious bodily harm on that rancid, steaming, turdpile of a demonlord, and he was viciously tortured.
Alas, Nocticulas agents freed him from this torture before ours could. He still prays to the savored sting, even though the Lady in Shadow treats him as demonic nobility, and he has all but married into Alyushinyrran nobility. If you can restore him to our services, it would be a great feat.
His... most favored consort, Belana, is one of the few Succubi whom we would welcome into our service should she switch sides as she is sufficiently civilized.
Again Threv pauses
Lady Desna has apparently run an experiment, and reactivated the larval core of the Succubus known as Arueshalee, in effect restoring a greater degree of free will upon that Succubus. Desna sees that demonesses possible redemption as a priority. We can attain sizeable gains by striving to make such a thing happen. According to our Auguries, this Succubus is currently or will soon be besieged in an area knowwn as green gates. Support her, but observe carefully. This will likely be your immidiate task once you arrive in Mendev
Arueshalee is besieged in green Gates, but I dont quite know where that is. You hear Ilsas voice for a moment
A bulky yet fairly attractive (charisma of 16) Kellid looks at Sorak, Nona, Ellena and Yathlara would know him as Dyre.
Wait, are you Sorak the Singer? You are real? Yay I was right!
Is it true that you made booze from dead demons?
He asks, fidgeting a bit
Like, I tried, but when I drank that stuff I just got the s%~&s. It was bad.
An eldery Paladin, known as Sir Ciar Cobelen, whom the party just rescued, looks at Dyre in an utterly flabbergasted way.
I saw how you look like when you rage, and you look like you jumped off a demon cultist recruitment poster, making you clearly part demon. So, isnt that Cannibalism? The Paladin inquires, more exasperated then accusing.
Demons are clearly a different species from us, so eating them/turning them into booze/drinking them etc. is not cannibalistic but it may still be a very bad idea! And no, I am human, not a tiefling! Dyre answers without missing a beat.
"I heard an evangelist preaching against the evils of demon rum in Absalom, so maybe there's something to it," Nona said with a twinkle in her eye.
there is a hilarious conversation to be had if you ask Belana about demon rum and demon drugs in general.
"Da, last time I checked, I am rreal." He says, smiling and offering his hand to the man. His eyes go wide and he can't help but laugh hard at Dyre's question and confession about demon rum.
"Vhy vould anyone do zat? Boy, someone tvisted yourr arrm in zat, uh?" It was beyond him. Considering how easily demons could corrupt mortals, why would anyone sane try to make booze out of demons?
"Vhat did you use? Blood? Piss? Orr did you milk a pokhoti?" His gestures leave little to imagination as he first mimics the process of milking a succubus and then, smiling even wider, the same for milking an incubus. "Oh, my deepest sorrry, ladies, zat vas rrude and uncalled. Rreally sorrry!" He does seem honest, for he is somewhat blushing.
Yath looks at the other elf, cocking her head to the side as the others discuss alcohol production. "Our specific purpose has not been revealed." she looks at the odd collection around them "At least as a whole. Mine is to repay a debt." turning back to the gate guard "But more immediately it is to pass through here, to hopefully find a bed and a warm meal. Lady Tirabade-" she addresses the one blocking the tired and worn group. "May we enter, find a place to rest, then relay all that happened in a more comfortable location?"
Wyneiss shakes herself free of the reverie she had slipped into while waiting, thoughts about old conversations. She did have some things to accomplish personally, mostly ones she could look forward to. But certain aspects of her faith didn't come easily to her. She doesn't like the politics. But, little the Savored Sting involves herself in is free from politics.
Wyneiss rarely grasps the point of all the maneuvering and contortions, and while she can usually grasp intellectually how some of it is worthwhile, she cannot feel the enjoyment that come from treating it like a sport, Calistria's favorite sport.
She sighs, trying to ignore the banality of the chatter, especially the Kellid man's, and agrees with the other elf, Yathlara, that a period of relaxation would be fine for now.
If Nona or her associates are offended by Sorak's remarks and gestures, they don't show it. They seem more interested in getting into the safety of the fortress city.
Sorak stretches a bit and massages his neck as he waits.
You are escorted into Drezens citadel, with Ciar in particular drawing almost impossibly wide looks as he passes through the gate.
Anevia touches you whispering: we are running a sweep, noone seems to have any spell resistance active.
There is a slight magical seeming aura on the gate through which you are passing.
I am reading some reports on the higher ups of the Crusade in Drezen. One Anevia Tirabade has been mentioned by one of my agents as a "quote unusually sharp cookie". This agent is highly capable, and his performance on a previous mission elicited a positive comment from Lady Nocticula herself, as such this is high praise. You hear Belanas voice
This Anevia is likely to observe you closely She continues
Huh? I think you triggered some silent alarm spell, but I may be wrong. The Succubus adds
As you walk into the command center, you meet your remaining command staff, incluing Irabeth Tirabade, Anevias wife who is a half orc Paladin of Iomedae, and Sosiel Vanic, an Andoran cleric of Shelyn.
Irabeths jaw almost drops to the floor as she sees Ciar
Sir Cobelen? Is it really you? she asks, taking a glance at Anevia who nods eagerly.
Turning towards Ellena, Irabeth says..
How?
Yath's inner secret monger perks up when she sees the magical aura. She looks as best and as quickly as she can to KNOW. In the city, she looks around at everything, says hello to passing people just to do so and it feels right and purchases a very overpriced apple which she crunches on slowly.
"One should enjoy every moment they can, since you never know when you will be kidnapped by demons and tortured for years." she says to herself, when she wonders why she is being so cheery. Understanding her sea of unknown in her brain is side quest for her.
Then back to work, a command center, for a war that mortals have been losing for centuries. "Nice to meet you, Commander Tirabade."
Ellena nods at Anevia as they pass by.
The paladin couldn’t help but smile at Ciara’s being recognized at the home base. ”We found Ciar and his compatriots taken by a group of demons. If possible, we then fought a worse group of demons. Ciar and the others decided they wanted to come home and head walking back towards the path of light. We figured being here amongst the forces would allow them time to rest and continue getting right, so to speak!”
Nona nods in support of Ellena's explanation. "Commander Tirabade. I am Nona Rastaban, recruited by Queen Galfrey to aid in the fight against the Abyssal forces of the Worldwound. I am at your service and command."
"And I am Sorrak of Tvinpeaks, herre in serrvice of Desna." A small courtesy bow seems appropriate. "I vas rrequested to help you in any vay possible."
"I have trravelled to all corrnerrs of ze Vorrldvound and even beyond, into ze Abyss itself. My blades arre yourrs forr as long as ve fight to frree old Sarrkorris."
Well, welcome to the 5th crusade, I think we are doing reasonably well. Irabeth says speaking quite non formally
My scouts have picked up rumors of someone or something fighting demons at a place called greengates, but its none of our forces. According to other rumors, Jerribeth, one of Baphomets mightiest demons on Golarion, has been removed and was replaced by a Succubus Swashbuckler in her position of commander of the ivory templars. There are also rumors that Nurgal, demon lord of mercenaries is preparing to interfere, after having been bribed greatly.
She pauses
Out of these, the only one with actionable intelligence is the rumor around Greengates. I would love to know what exactly happened with this Jerribeth, as she was directly involved in several vile plots. Aneiva continues
Including being responsible for the city of Drezen falling in the first place.Irabeth interjects
"Ze Grreengates?"
”I suppose you’d like us to go do some investigating about this Jerribeth? I’ve got to warn you, I’m not the best investigator type. Brawls with demons typically break out on most of my misssions,” the Paladin says with a grin.
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The Glabrezu you killed was indeed Jerribeth, aka the Green Lady, aka naughty Nipplehands which is how Belana refers to her, you would know this in character. Ellena as well as this was her background boogie, who is about to be replaced by a bigger and badder background boogie.
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Wyneiss sort of stands around, keeping herself occupied by looking about some, picking at lint on her clothes, and surreptitiously practicing at lowering her heart rate with concentration and deep breathing.
Lady Ellena, you killed Jerribeth, and that Succubus swashbuckler is likely the one of them who escaped. There was also a Vrolikai who fell. Ciar interjects politely.
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"Their forms and names shift like wind in a rainstorm." Yath points out about Succubi, giving Ellena an explanation of how she could have missed that.
Then to the commander, the elf relates "One decided to mimic Iomedae herself in that battle. So while the probability is that Jerribeth was destroyed, the possibility does exist that the one destroyed was another creature acting as the one we believed we destroyed."
For some reason, she decides that wasn't clear enough and tries to explain further. Holding up a finger of each hand, she says "One plus One always equals Two. Unless one of the One's is really a Three in disguise, and then it will still look like it equals Two, but it truly equals Four, but only if you can accurately see past the disguise." She lifts and lowers her fingers, bobs them a little as she talks, then looks over her explanation, nodding with satisfaction, as if THAT helped.
Yeap! Anevia perks up
SOMEONE GETS IT! She almost shouts
There is this Marilith named Aponavicious, who is actually two Mariliths fused together, shame the 2 halfs didnt murder each other, so its actually unclear if this demon is one demon or 2 demons! The Demons even attack basic math! She exclaims!