"Yea. Just about every time that sword breaks anything." Cyna replies.
"Have any of the vision's been particularly useful?" He asked while going over it in his mind.
Skaar reels as the vision comes to an end, the scene and people involved foreign to him. "What was that about?" he grunts.
"The mask is something that shouldn't exist. A part of the dragon given some bizarre form of life. When I destroyed it we saw a bit of it's history, apparently from the wearer's perspective." Sādhanā says.
"So memories are locked within these Shards and masks?" Godrick asks.
"Yes, and in one case a person. Arista was trapped in one of the shards for 500 years. One of the benefits of destroying the shards in addition to destroying their influence, is that we learn more about them and how to fight the necromancers." Sādhanā replies.
"That's helpful," Clara says, glancing into the cave.
Looking in the same direction as Alethiro she sees Corda. Covering her eyes to get a better look she squints slightly then furrows her eyebrows at the thought of the young woman wondering around alone with so many dangers about. Looking back at Alethiro with a concerned expression she answers him, "I have no idea what she's doing, but she shouldn't be by herself like that. It's not safe right now with Sefirous wondering about, and he already threatened her once. What can she be thinking? Do you think she would be able to hear me from up here? Let me see if I can get her attention."
Arista slightly leans over the wall and cups her hands around her mouth,
Corda was inspecting Godrick's proposed site for the hut when she heard something. Shielding her eyes, the witch looked up at the fort. Seeing two figures on the top, she waved at them.
Leaning a little further over the edge of the wall Arista waves back to her.
"I'm not sure she really heard me....we are a little high up. Do you think we should go down and check on her? I'm not sure she should be out wondering around on her own right now."
"I agree, let's see what she's up to." Taking her hand, they head down to Corda.
As they are walking back down, "Mmmaybe after we are married we can just start with a bath? I think it would help both of us to relax a little, and get comfortable with each others bodies first. We don't have to just jump into the bed....do we?"
"No I suppose not. And, just because we sleep in the same bed, it doesn't mean do anything immediately. Hmm, just saying that takes the pressure off." Alethiro said.
She seems to let out a sigh of relief, "Yeah, so we can just relax about all of this. We will just take it one step at a time, and see what happens. It really helps to ease my mind knowing that you are just as nervous about it as I am. We love each other though, so I'm sure everything will be alright." She looks at him and smiles as they walk along, the emerald pendant at her throat shining in the sunlight.
As the couple reached Corda, she threw her arms wide and said, "What do you think? I think it's perfect for Skaar and I."
Happy to have a distraction Arista smiles at the young woman, "It looks great, so you two gonna build a place here then? I think it's lovely....but what are you doing out here by yourself? I'm sorry, I'm not trying to be bossy, I just...want to make sure you and the baby stay safe."
"Yep, we're going to put a hut here. Godrick seemed concered with the amount of noise Skaar and I were making on the beach, so he suggested here." At Arista's comment of concern, she replied, "Well Skaar and some of the other's left to get those supplies, so I came out to look at the place. Talia, told me of what was said at the meeting this morning. I'm confident that bastard won't be back soon. Besides, I can't let fear rule me, it's not healthy for the child."
As the group prepares to enter the caves Sādhanā explains. "The masks communicate what they learn to the dragon apparently. The Anizari have survived by remaining hidden from the necromancers. There's no way in all the hells I'd let one of those things anywhere near them."
"A wise decision." Drago said as the lure of the cave seemed to call him. Hmm, that's odd, I've never felt the call of a cave before.
Skaar follows, quietly marveling at the cavern's natural beauty.
"Are these guys gunna be happy about you bringin' all of us to meet them? It looks like they value their privacy."
"Yes I'm just considering that now. Give me a moment."Sādhanā says looking internally contemplative.
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While waiting for an answer, Skaar shamelessly adjusts the large bulge in his leggings.
"It should be fine, just remember that we are meeting with the original inhabitants of Zahvroma and to have the proper degree of respect." Sādhanā says, leading the way into the cave complex entrance.
As you walk through the illuminated cave, Godrick marvels at the exotic carvings on the wall. "There's some history down here..."
Drago felt a strange sort of comfort in these caves. He couldn't explain it, but something about them just seemed...right. What is going on with me? The Dhampir silently wondered as the group proceeded on.
Sādhanā smiles at Clara, enjoying the sense of wonder on her wife's face at the sight of the Anizari's home.
Sienna and Drago are the first to see the eight women armed with scimitars emerging out of the darkness. Their tattoos glimmer faintly in the cave's illumination. They are dressed in light clothing, but they shimmer with a faint magical light as well. "Explain yourselves."
Sādhanā steps forward so that they can see her clearly. "All who are with me are friends. I owe you my life. I would never bring any who would harm you are Zahvroma here. I am Sādhanā and I was reborn here."
The women lower their weapons but do not sheathe them. "Sword Sister, we are honored."
They look to Godrick. "So he's come to see Jarrah, hasn't he?"
"If Jarrah is the woman who guided me when I awoke then yes. Godrick has been vital to the fight against the darkness on the surface and her asked me to bring him here to speak with you all." she replies looking over her shoulder at the Paladin.
"Yes, that is Jarrah. She has been expecting him for some time now," one of the women says. "Come, Lord Covington, it is time to for your questions to be answered."
"How do you know my last name?" Godrick asks quietly.
"Certain things are unchanging. This was meant to be," the woman replies.
Four of the women take the lead, while the other four follow behind the party.
With a shrug Sādhanā falls in behind the women leading Godrick, watching the reactions of the others as they proceed.
The group walks for a while before coming to the large chamber where Sādhanā recalls awakening. Jarrah stands at the back of the room.
"Godrick Covington, I have long awaited this day. Sādhanā, it is good to see you again and I see you have had to deal with one of the Sword Sisters," Jarrah says.
As the Dhampir stood there, the sound of a giggling child came to his ears. Quickly, he looked around and didn't see a source. More over, no one else seemed to hear it. What in the Hells is going on!? His mind screamed. Shaking it out of his head, Drago turned his attention the conversation.
Cyna stands tall but nonthreatening, and quietly watches as Sadhana and her kin converse.
Sienna takes Cyna's hand. "You okay?"
"I'm fine." Cyna says squeezing Sienna's hand back. "Caves. Not really my thing. More of a big open sky kind of person."
"Caves can be romantic," Sienna whispers with a grin. "Maybe not this one..."
Sādhanā's eyes widen slightly at Jarrah's apparent knowledge of her encounters since their last meeting. Perhaps Reaper's influence was clearly visible to the woman who seemed to be the head of the Anizari.
"A lot has happened since I left here." she responds.
"I know," Jarrah says, her eyes appraising the group. "But I suppose Godrick and I should have our talk. Akanui, Hine, please take the Sword Sister and her group to our community area. No offense meant, but what I have to say is for Godrick alone. If he wishes to tell you later, then he may."
"Understood. When you are done I would like to ask you something...of a personal nature if you don't mind."Sādhanā says respectfully.