Sienna looks around the area. "They couldn't have gotten far."
Sienna sees three figures attempting to hide in the woods.
Drago defeats the last brawler and you see no more enemies in the immediate area.
Kelarth looks at Arista with a hint of suspicion. "What do you mean to do?"
His tone is not accusatory, but it is cautionary.
Her tone and face sincere, her posture humble and meek she simply says, "Why, heal you of course."
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She looks over at Sienna and then back at Kelarth, "If your rider and the girl we're supposed to be saving are the same person, then we need to hurry and catch up to my friend before there are any more misunderstandings. If it's just more of Vencious's lackeys though, we'll just kill them and let the Gods sort it out before we go about our business here. I just need to know if it's alright for me to heal you. I can with some and it works out fine, others....not so much." As she looks pointedly in Drago's direction.
Calling out to Sienna in a loud voice she says, She then turns and looks at Kelarth, her hand still outstretched and a questioning look on her face.
"Do as you wish," Kelarth tells Arista. "The rider is my wife, not Amareth."
Her eyes become about as big as saucers as she blinks a few times, "Oh....oh....OOooohhhh....well, that makes sense now doesn't it? Okay, I'll heal you, your wife, we'll kill any other of vencious's scum that happen to be lying about...and we'll get things sorted. Okay? I'm really really really sorry. We've been in some really tense situations lately concerning Vencious and his crazy machinations and it's made us a bit....trigger happy. We just saw this huge threat and thought that you were with Vencious....I'm really sorry and we'll do whatever we can to make it right."
Channeling her healing energies she reaches out and gently lays her hand on his shoulder, "By the light of Sarenrae may your wounds be healed."
Closing her eyes she concentrates as she touches him with one hand while holding her Holy Symbol that Alethiro made her in her other. What would she have done if someone attacked her husband? She couldn't think about that right now, she had to concentrate on the task at hand. Focusing all her healing energy she wills it into him to heal him of the damage inflicted in the fight.
Focusing on her inner warpriestess, she calls on all her ability to heal him in addition to what her touch does.
She looks a little ashamed of her shoddy healing job, "Sorry...I've had a lot on my mind recently. It's been a bit difficult to concentrate at times. I have potions we can use though if need be...." She seems a bit frustrated and out of sorts as she thinks about things back home.
Kelarth waves his hand as his wounds close. "Nothing to be sorry for. At least, I've stopped bleeding."
She nods as she heads quickly to where Sienna is, "Okay...so where are they? The dragon and his rider aren't the threat....it's just more of Vencious's b@+@+*!!. Let's see who's hiding from us first." She says as she waits for Sienna to point out the ones that got away earlier.
Floating down to touch the ground Sādhanā, gives an expression of slight chagrin at the dragon's comment. "Sorry about that, once the first attack is launched I'm not very good at holding back. As you can tell Arista is the diplomat of our little group"
Arista is absolutely shaking with rage at the lengths that Vencious has gone to in order to disrupt their quest and the way he has abused others to get what he wants. She was sick and tired of playing games and wasting time on although important parts of the task, things that took them too long away from their main objective. She would kill every last one of his followers down to the last one, as long as they were actually following him of their own free will. But this....it was absolutely deplorable and made her hate him even more. She wanted to rip his face off and feed it to him. She wanted to repay him for everything he had ever done to anyone in the history of Vesaria and destroy utterly anyone that had anything to do with him and his schemes. Not to mention the other necromancers, she just wanted to rip them to pieces. One piece at a time.....she had to stop and take a deep breath. The anger she felt rising up in her....it wasn't like her, not like her at all. Was she really justified in feeling this way? With every passing day, the lines seemed to become more and more blurred. Would it someday become too difficult to tell friend from foe? She hoped she could be more discerning than that if that time ever came. Standing there thinking about all the things they had been through, everything and everyone they had lost up until this point, because of him and his followers she lets out a bloodcurdling frustrated scream.
Letting it all out she bends over with her hands on her knees and just tries to breath.
Kelarth nods at Sādhanā. "As far as this goes, I'd better handle it."
The dragon strides to the gate, with a strange sort of grace and dignity. He glares at where Sienna points and the three men emerge from the bushes. They look at the wounded dragon and send the rider out, still clad in black garb. The brawlers raise their hands in surrender and allow the rider to join Kelarth, who opens the gate. The rider runs into the dragon's arms.
"They still fear me and my wrath. Either cut them down or let them go, it doesn't matter to me," the dragon informs the group. "I don't really think that it'd make much of a difference in the end anyway."
The brawlers stand still, their hands still raised, unsure of what to do. The rider unmasks herself, revealing an elven woman with silver hair. You see two thin scars on her neck. Kelarth wraps an arm around her. "This is my wife, Filauria."
He walks with her out of the restaurant. "Oh, I forgot that you wanted to talk with Hadrinn."
Sādhanā gently rubs her hand along Arista's back, understanding her friend's need to unleash her frustration and rage. It was a large part of why she herself had come so close to simply slaying Kelarth in the heat of battle. They needed to take Venicious out soon.
She nods at his wife once she feels under control again. Raising a hand up to place on one of Sadhana's to let her know she was okay again she regards Filauria, "I'm very sorry for the misunderstanding earlier, we were under the wrong impression of the situation. Let me take a look at you real quick and see what we need to do."
Arista looks over the woman's injuries to see if she can tell what needs to be addressed and what the scars are from.
Looking at Sadhana she says, "Don't let those bastards out of your sight. If they make the slightest move, cut off their heads."
"So...we're not killing each other?" Ylrhea asks, walking up to Sādhanā and Arista.
Arista can tell the scars are too neat to be from anything but someone's skilled hands. Given the location, the warpriestess deduces her vocal cords were severed.
"It is the same with Amareth," Kelarth explains. "Hence why she cannot call her sword."
"My feelings of mercy and generosity are quickly running out, especially when it comes to Vencious's scum." Looking at the men she says, "Your fate will completely depend on her condition, even though I know we're responsible for the majority of her current injuries. I might decide to send you back to Vencious.....in pieces of course. Though I'm quite sure he already knows we're coming for him and no doubt has some nefarious scheme in mind for us. It matters not, we'll still kill him and all those that stand with him." She glares at the three men as she sees to caring for the rider.
Her rage flares up again, She shakes her head again, "Is there a way to fix it? If there is any way I can heal her....anything at all I will do it." Even as she speaks she realizes how ridiculous she must sound. When something was already cut like that.....it would be near impossible to repair something like that.
She shakes with absolute rage at the thought of what they've been put through. Stepping up to the three men she glares at them, "Get them the hells out of my sight...before I completely use all sense and slay them where they stand. I don't care what happens to them, but I better never see them again....or Sarenrae help me I will rip off their heads with my own hands and feed their sorry carcasses to the buzzards." Her arm shakes as she raises it towards the three men, "If I EVER see any of you again, you will WISH that I had killed you this day."
Sādhanā's eyes go cold, glittering sapphires of icy rage as she learns of Vencious' means of negating the bladebearer. "Surrender your weapons and armor, and kneel with your hands behind your heads." she commands the remaining brawlers
As Tarja touched down and rejoined Drago and the others, she glared angrily and the Dragon turned Elf. The Eidolon's mind raced with thoughts of violence towards Kelarth.
Sensing her intent, the Dhampir stepped in front of his companion. "What in the Hells has gotten into you?" He inquired mentally.
With barely contained rage, she answered, "After what his kind did to Blackcrown? How could you possibly not be trying to slay them sight? Do you know how many of my kind have suffered from the Madness by being trapped in this world for centuries? I hate them, with all my being. Now out of my way!" Tarja, almost maddened from anger, tried to move passed the Summoner.
But with a quick wave of his hand, Drago dismissed her. "I'll bring you back when we've left this camp." He thought.
Sādhanā's eyes shift over to the exhange between Drago and Tarja, an eyebrow arching slightly as Drago dismisses his companion. "You know how things go with us love, that could change at any moment." she responds to Ylrhea's earlier question.
Arista looks at Drago, "Is Tarja alright? She doesn't understand that he's not the enemy right? We had talked before about stuff. I'm guessing she's pretty miffed about now....." She looks at Ylrhea, "All I want to do is get through the rest of this camp, make sure the way is clear, give Rikali a message to give to Alethiro for me, send them to Valwick, and then get our asses back to the tower so we can finish off that a&*$!$$ once and for all and restore the tower." She looks at the dragon, "You might want to take your wife, and Amareth and go to Valwick with the others we're sending there......just till we've killed Vencious and it's safe again. We have a person of powerful magic there as well, plus many clerics by now. I'm thinking one of them might be able to restore what was taken from them. If that does happen, then you three can meet us at the tower and we can reap bloody justice upon Vencious as we tear him limb from limb together. For now let me treat her wounds as well."
Reaching out she gently places a hand on his wife and prays silently that she can heal some of the damage they inflicted.
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Looking back at Drago she says, "I can understand why she's upset, but she needs to understand that he's not the enemy. Do not bring her back until we've gone our separate ways and I have a chance to talk to her, to explain things to her. Just because he's a dragon doesn't make him evil or like the other dragons that destroyed Blackcrown. Understand? What if I treated you like all the other undead that I had fought when we first met? I would have been making a misguided judgement based off of a preconceived notion that all undead are evil and therefore must die.......but, that's not the case. I'm just asking that we give him the same cinsideration that we give everyone else. Okay? Just give her some time to cool off and Ill speak with her in a couple of days after she's cooled off a bit." She places a hand on his shoulder, "It'll be alright, I promise."
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She seems to think of something as she's standing there with Drago. Looking over at Yulia she says, "I think you should use your wand on her Drago, she's still looking rather injured." Looking back at Kelarth she says, "Let's get going. If there's anyone else in there with her we'll kill them while you get her out, okay?" She draws her sword and prepares to walk into the structure and kill anything that gets in her way.
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Drago stood there stunned for a moment. "Were we talking out loud? I thought we were communicating mentally. However Arista, I'm worried that her anger is stemming from something else. I just pray that I'm wrong." Looking over at Yulia, he then added, "I'll take care of her. Thanks for the concern."
Moving over to Yulia, the Dhampir pulled the negative wand and focused. "Hold still my Sweet."
"That'll do. Thank you, Drago."
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She sighs, "You were speaking mentally, as I've said before....I've talked some with Tarja and I don't blame her for feeling the way she does, but she just needs to realize that just because someone happens to be a Dragon, doesn't make them bad. Like I said, give her some time and she'll be alright." She then heads into the structure.
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"I guess so," Ylrhea says, cleaning off her blades.
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Sienna goes over to Cyna. "You alright?"
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Kelarth eyes the eidolon before she disappears. He then turns to Drago. "I suppose you are one of those Summoners I've heard about. Curious..."
Filauria flinches as Arista heals her, clinging tightly to the dragon's arm. "It's alright, Filauria. She means no harm."
Kelarth unlocks the door to the building. It appears to be the dragon's home, but you notice many dragon skulls adorning the walls. Weapon racks, filled with an assortment of implements of war made of dragon bone line the walls. "Amareth! There are some people here to see you."
A young elven girl with delicate green tattoos walks into the foyer. Her eyes are a bright green, but they are cold and unflinching. She looks at the party then makes some hand gestures to Kelarth. "She wants to know what you want."
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He turns and heads back to the fort.
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