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Female Human (1/2 Minkai) Rogue 7 (Knifemaster)

CSA:
"If we can't handle her, what chance would we have against this daemon anyway?" Anyka comments.
Female Half-Orc Brawler 7 HP: 59/66; AC: 19, T: 14, FF: 15; Fort: +5, Ref: +7, Will: +3; Init: +3; Perception: +11, Sense Motive: +11, Intimidate: +16

CSA:
She takes a deep breath and nods, "Yeah, okay...I know you're right. I don't know how to make people talk through glass anyways." Looking back at the soldiers she says, "If you'll let us take her somewhere for questioning, I promise she won't get away from us."

CSA:
"They won't let you do that," the elf says, coming up to the glass. You hear her voice clearly. "They say I'm a danger to myself and others. Maybe I'll make you try and kill me. Maybe I'll kill you. Who knows?"

She looks at the party, her eyes exuding a deranged madness. "Maybe you want to have fun with me? All eight of you...I'm a good girl! I won't be violated!"

The gillmen sigh and look at the group. "She's been infused with a great amount of daemonic energy. She's like an addict. And she is a danger to herself and others. Mostly herself. If she dies, it is likely she'll become a daemon herself."

The female nods. "She refuses to eat. Exhaustion forces her to sleep."
Female Half-Orc Bloodrager 7 HP: 84/84; AC: 17,T: 10, FF: 16; Fort: +9, Ref: +4, Will: +4; Init: +0; Perception: +10

CSA:
She looks at the deranged woman and shakes her head, "Is there anything that can be done? Can the energy be somehow drained away from her or anything? I'm just...I'm not sure about these things, but there has to be something. Is she just trying to die so she can become a daemon and why would anyone do that? It's fairly obvious that someone just messed her up real bad." Looking around at the others in the cells she asks, "Do any of you lot know anything about this woman?"

The other cells are empty.

---

The note reads: "Closed due to weather.

Please come back tomorrow, Rajni."
Female Half-Orc Bloodrager 7 HP: 84/84; AC: 17,T: 10, FF: 16; Fort: +9, Ref: +4, Will: +4; Init: +0; Perception: +10

okay....sorry, I misunderstood. Just pretend I didn't talk to empty cells like a crazy person.
Female Fetchling Ranger 6 HP: 51/51; AC: 20, T: 16, FF: 15; Init: +7; Fort: +7, Ref: +10, Will: +1

Rajni leaves the note there and hurries to Dillon's house. She knocks on his door.
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Dillon opens the door. "What are you doing out there? It's cold."
Female Fetchling Ranger 6 HP: 51/51; AC: 20, T: 16, FF: 15; Init: +7; Fort: +7, Ref: +10, Will: +1

She nods as she stomps her feet outside of the house to shake off the snow before going inside, "Yyyesss....I know, bbut I had to cchhheck on Halfpockets to ssee if he wasss open today since I was suppposed to sstart, bbut he said to come bback tomorrow." She says while shivering slightly.

Dillon leads Rajni over to the couch. "I guess I'm glad I have a fire going. Why did you come over here instead of going back home?"
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Male Human Witch 7 HP: 31/31; AC: 14(18), T: 11, FF: 10; Fort: +4, Ref: +7, Will: +6; Initiative: +1, Perception: +3

CSA:
Kn(Planes): 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (16) + 10 = 26

"Whoever did it, most likely a daemon," Christophe answers. "Wanted to keep her as a loyal puppet. Daemons don't work together unless they're after a large number of souls. The energy probably gives her power beyond what she normally has, but makes her an addict in the process."

The witch pauses. "It'll take some time but she can become free from this energy...just like any drug. But she's evil most likely and, if she dies now, she's guaranteed to become a daemon. Even without the energy...she'd have to change her ways."
Female Fetchling Ranger 6 HP: 51/51; AC: 20, T: 16, FF: 15; Init: +7; Fort: +7, Ref: +10, Will: +1

She sits on the couch with him, "I jjust wanted to mmake sure you were okay. Ddo you need anything?"
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CSA:
Parthenia touches Chris' shoulder. "A well thought out assessment, Christophe. Altering energies is probably something we should not dabble with."

She approaches the glass and looks the elf in the eyes. "Do you have a master?"

CSA:
The elf flinches at the word 'master'. "No, no, no, no, no, no, no...Sefirous is my friend. He saved me. He saved me from dying. He'll save me now."

CSA:
"Does this glass impede magic?" Parthenia asks with a glance at the gillmen.

CSA:
The gillmen nod.

CSA:
Parthenia shrugs. "Probably better that I don't influence her with magic anyway. Poor thing's been through enough."

The oracle locks her gaze on the elf again. "What's your name?"

CSA:
"No...you don't need to know my name," the elf says. "You want to lie to me. You want me...to forget about Sefirous...You want me to hurt!"
Male Reincarnated Kobold Fighter 11 HP: 79/82; AC: 25, T: 17, FF: 19; Fort: +9, Ref: +11, Will +6 (+3 vs. fear), Perception: +2, Initiative: +7

CSA:
"Well, I see why no one got anywhere with her," Eldan says. "Is there somewhere I can go and sit or something? I'm a little hungry too. Not like I'm going to do much with negotiating with barmy elves or figuring out spells."
Female Half-Orc Brawler 7 HP: 59/66; AC: 19, T: 14, FF: 15; Fort: +5, Ref: +7, Will: +3; Init: +3; Perception: +11, Sense Motive: +11, Intimidate: +16

CSA:
She shakes her head, the angry look on her face obvious. She hated people being used, even if they weren't the best people. "Then I say we find the bastard that did this and make him take that energy back. Unless destroying him will do it. I hate this...I just hate it. It's the damn piper all over again and I hate it!" She says in a quivering but very angry voice before turning away from the others so they couldn't see her face.

CSA:
The female gillman turns to the male. "Akamo, take whoever wants to get some food to the nice bistro near the square. I'm sure the queen wouldn't mind paying their bill in exchange for the help they're trying to give."

"Dau, are you sure you want to be left alone with these people?" Akamo asks, not entirely opposed to the idea.

"Yes, Akamo," Dau says. "They could have overpowered us before but they haven't."

"Alright, anyone who wants to eat and relax can follow me," Akamo says to the group.
Female Half-Orc Brawler 7 HP: 59/66; AC: 19, T: 14, FF: 15; Fort: +5, Ref: +7, Will: +3; Init: +3; Perception: +11, Sense Motive: +11, Intimidate: +16

CSA:
She shakes her head without turning around, "No thank you, I'm not hungry right now." She says while shaking slightly. She couldn't get the image of Narima out of her mind. How scared she looked, and how they were powerless to stop the piper from using her.
Female Half-Orc Bloodrager 7 HP: 84/84; AC: 17,T: 10, FF: 16; Fort: +9, Ref: +4, Will: +4; Init: +0; Perception: +10

CSA:
She looks over at Gashka before looking at the one called Akamo, "No thank you, maybe later after we've figured out what we're gonna do. Whoever wants tho go should though." She says while looking at the others.

CSA:
"I think it would be good if there were fewer of us here, anyway," Anton says, following Akamo. "Might make things easier. Would you mind if we returned to the ship after we ate so we could report what's going on to the captain?"

CSA:
Akamo nods. "Why not? Today seems to be a day for defying conventions."
Male Reincarnated Kobold Fighter 11 HP: 79/82; AC: 25, T: 17, FF: 19; Fort: +9, Ref: +11, Will +6 (+3 vs. fear), Perception: +2, Initiative: +7

CSA:
"I can't tell if you're being sarcastic or not," Eldan says, keeping up with Anton and Akamo.

"I'm fine, love," Dillon says. "Can I get you anything? Tea, coffee?"
Female Fetchling Ranger 6 HP: 51/51; AC: 20, T: 16, FF: 15; Init: +7; Fort: +7, Ref: +10, Will: +1

She nods, "Some coffee would be nice. Cream and sugar please?"

"Of course," Dillon says. "I'll be right back."

He goes into the kitchen to make Rajni some coffee.
Female Fetchling Ranger 6 HP: 51/51; AC: 20, T: 16, FF: 15; Init: +7; Fort: +7, Ref: +10, Will: +1

She just sits on the couch warming up.

Dillon comes back with some coffee on a tray with a little cup of milk and a bowl of sugar.
Female Fetchling Ranger 6 HP: 51/51; AC: 20, T: 16, FF: 15; Init: +7; Fort: +7, Ref: +10, Will: +1

Taking it from him she adds a couple of teaspoons of sugar and a dollop of milk before taking a sip, "Thank you love, it's just what I needed. Well...the coffee is nice but you're all I really need." She says with a smile.

Dillon chuckles. "So how's the town looking? I don't think many people would be out right now."
Female Fetchling Ranger 6 HP: 51/51; AC: 20, T: 16, FF: 15; Init: +7; Fort: +7, Ref: +10, Will: +1

She shakes her head, "Not very many at all. It's all quiet and spooky out there. The snow is pretty deep too, though it seems to be slowing down. This weather has just been so crazy....I'm just glad that you're okay. Do you have enough of everything in case you can't get out for a couple of days?" She asks, the concern visible in her pupilless blue eyes and the way her eyebrows knit together.

Dillon nods. "Yes, I'm prepared to stay in."
Female Fetchling Ranger 6 HP: 51/51; AC: 20, T: 16, FF: 15; Init: +7; Fort: +7, Ref: +10, Will: +1

She continues to sip on her coffee, "You know I would stay with you if I could." She says while leaning against him gently.
Female Kitsune Unchained Summoner/ 11 Fort +6, Ref +6, Will +10

Jin enjoys her breakfast and lemonade.
Female Human (1/2 Minkai) Rogue 7 (Knifemaster)

CSA:
At some point, probably in the midst of the mention of mind control, a throwing dagger appears in Anyka's hands, flipping between her fingers with increasing speed as she relives the same horrors as Gashka, feeling a similar dark rage fill her.

"If she's receiving a steady flow of this energy, can we trace it back to the source? Like tracing drugs back to the supplier."
Female Human Shaman (Heaven spirit/ Life Spirit) HP:46/46 /46; AC: 14, FF: 12, T: 12; F: +2, R: +4, W: +10; Init: +2; Perception: +4

CSA:
The line of Vishanti's jaw tightens as she grasps what has been done to the woman, her sanity slowly eroded by the growing need for the profane power flowing through her. Playing of of Anyka's question, she considers ways to follow the past of this dark connection.

Knowledge Planes: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23
Knowledge Religion: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (7) + 13 = 20
Female Half-Orc Brawler 7 HP: 59/66; AC: 19, T: 14, FF: 15; Fort: +5, Ref: +7, Will: +3; Init: +3; Perception: +11, Sense Motive: +11, Intimidate: +16

CSA:
Gashka remains quiet as she tries to shut out the memories of their past. She hated cowards that used other people for their own twisted reasons more than anything else and she hoped that they could get him to reverse whatever he had done to her before she took out all of her rage on him. She would tear him apart piece by piece and she would enjoy it.
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Female Half-Orc Bloodrager 7 HP: 84/84; AC: 17,T: 10, FF: 16; Fort: +9, Ref: +4, Will: +4; Init: +0; Perception: +10

CSA:
Derika keeps a close eye on Gashka. She didn't understand or know everything they had been through, but seeing her reaction to something so horrible done to someone else, she imagined it was quite horrible. She could tell how upset she was, the way her hands were clenched into fists at her sides, the barely restrained rage that she felt...she was very familiar with that. She dealt with the rage as well. She could see her shaking while trying to hide it, she noticed the rigidness of her muscles, the slight hunch in her posture as her shoulders slump. If she didn't do something soon to release what she was feeling, she would explode and it could be dangerous. Not just for the one they were going to be going after, but for Gashka as well. Holding in that much rage was not good for the body, mind, or spirit. Looking at Vishanti she seems at almost a loss as to what to do for the other half-orc, the one that looked so much like herself. Giving Vishanti's hand another slight squeeze she lets go and walks over to where Gashka stands. Going around to in front of her where she can see her approach she wanted to be careful not to startle her while she was in this state.

Gashka was quite a bit taller than herself, but since she was kinda hunched over it made it easier to look up into her face. She could tell now why she had turned away from everyone. She hadn't wanted them to see her cry, she understood that...she just hated that she felt she had to hide it. Reaching up to put a hand gently on her shoulder she says softly, "Gashka? Oh Gashka....I'm so sorry. Sorry for everything you had to go through, for everything the horrible people of your world put you through, for the lies and manipulations. Just....just sorry for everything, but there's something you need to know. You are not alone, Anyka and Chris are here with you....and...and we're here for you. I can't even begin to imagine all the horrible things you went through and saw, but....but you're not there anymore and they can't hurt you now. Right now Gashka, you're here...with all of us and we won't let anything happen to you or any of us. We are here for each other and we have each others backs right? We are ALL going to figure this thing out and then we are gonna make the one responsible pay for what he has done. They won't get away with it, I promise you that. I promise....just breath and let it out now. We're here for you, you can let it go now." Not sure what else to say to make her feel better, she just wraps her arms around her in a hug and tries to give her support. Sometimes all someone needs is a hug to feel safe and secure with the people around them. She knew that Vishanti was always there for her, and she wanted to be there for Gashka now. She just holds her and gives her time to deal with her feelings.

CSA:
Unfortunately, Vishanti realizes that daemonic energy is nearly universal and, outside of one of the Four Horsemen giving it to the elf, it could be any daemon.
Female Half-Orc Brawler 7 HP: 59/66; AC: 19, T: 14, FF: 15; Fort: +5, Ref: +7, Will: +3; Init: +3; Perception: +11, Sense Motive: +11, Intimidate: +16

CSA:
She was a little surprised that Derika had even come close to her, let alone touch her. The other young woman had been keeping her distance from her so far and she wasn't sure what to make of her approach. At first she starts to take a step back, embarrassed by her lack of control of emotion. She stops though when Derika puts her hand on her shoulder, the contact gentle and comforting. As she starts talking to her she simply nods a few times as she feels hot tears continue to roll down her cheeks. Anyka and Tikkle had always been there for her and she knew that Anyka was there for her now, but her friend was dealing with her own grief as well and it was nice to have someone else let her know it was okay to feel the things she was feeling, that she was okay and safe.

When Derika puts her arms around her she feels like something is breaking inside and starts to sob into the other woman. All the years of pain and torment, of watching their friends die around them without being able to stop it....of Narima being taken over by that thing...it all comes to the surface and out of her in heart wrenching sobs. Without even realizing it, she wraps her own arms around Derika and sinks down to the floor with her. Holding onto her like as if she were very lifeline of sanity and safety. She hated feeling like this...she felt weak and helpless, and she hated it. Now on her knees on the floor she just holds onto Derika as she lets everything pour out of her. After a couple of minutes she deep ragged breaths through the sobs, "I...I'm so sorry...I don't...mean to." It's all she can say through the torrent of tears and emotion that seems to just flow out of her.

CSA:
Parthenia closes her eyes, trying to shut out all the voices in her head. Pieces of other lives kept interrupting her train of thought. "No, we aren't here to hurt you. We would like to help you but I suppose we are just common folk who expect something in return. We want to know how to defeat the daemon that is here. Is it Sefirous?"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (5) + 14 = 19
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Male Human Witch 7 HP: 31/31; AC: 14(18), T: 11, FF: 10; Fort: +4, Ref: +7, Will: +6; Initiative: +1, Perception: +3

CSA:
"We can help you," Chris adds. "If you'll let us."

Aid diplomacy: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 3 = 21
Female Half-Orc Bloodrager 7 HP: 84/84; AC: 17,T: 10, FF: 16; Fort: +9, Ref: +4, Will: +4; Init: +0; Perception: +10

CSA:
Realizing that Gashka's legs were trembling she wasn't caught off guard when she started to go down to the floor. Derika continues to hold onto Gashka as she helps them ease down to the floor where she holds and rocks Gashka as she gives vent to everything she's kept inside of her since getting ripped out of her world and thrown into their chaos. She rubs her back soothingly as she cries and when she starts to apologize she shakes her head while rubbing her back, "Sshhh....you're alright, it's okay. You have nothing to be sorry for. You're allowed to have feelings Gashka, and you're allowed to express them. Just don't keep them bottled up okay?" Looking up at Anyka from the floor she gestures for her to come over to her friend, "She just needs to know we're here for her. You've known her a lot longer....I guess....I guess you're like sisters to each other.
I'm just a stranger....but I'll be here for you guys too okay?" She says to the knife wielding lady. She really wanted to know if Gashka was really her sister, but she didn't want to hurt her anymore than she already was.

CSA:
The elf seems to have had the wind knocked out of her. "Yes, he's here. I can feel him. You can't defeat him, though. He is a deacon of the Horseman of War...but he's worse. Szuriel made him worse."

CSA:
Kn(Planes): 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (2) + 14 = 16

Parthenia shakes her head, looking to the others. "I don't know what a Deacon of War is."

She turns back to the elf. "Will you tell us your name now?"
Male Human Witch 7 HP: 31/31; AC: 14(18), T: 11, FF: 10; Fort: +4, Ref: +7, Will: +6; Initiative: +1, Perception: +3

CSA:
Kn(Planes): 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (11) + 10 = 21

Chris ponders the information but comes up with nothing.

CSA:
<"It's powerful, that's what it is,"> Renard says to Chris, feeling the blank in the witch's mind.
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