Tapping into his deep inner reserves, Aleister dashes towards the seemingly doomed child, grabbing them and attempting to roll both of them out of the way.
Aleister is successful. He deftly seizes the threatened child and manages to spirit them out of the way before the burning pagoda topples on top of them.
As the two roll on the grassy lawn of the Shrine to get out of the way of the pagoda, the child squeaks,
"Ah, what was that!"
He peeks up to survey the extensive damage to the still-burning grounds of the Shrine,
"Grandfather's going to be furious!"
Having four legs to do his swimming, Shi swims to one side, away from shore. He holds the caster under the water as he swims, waiting for her to stop struggling, either giving up or passing out.
Rather than swim straight for shore, he swims parallel to the shore, keeping the caster away from her fellow compatriots. "I have the caster, we need to get the others."
[dice=Damage from Choke Hold, Subdual]1d4+4
Vincent rushes to the shore to intercept the goblins, ready to take them out as they approach. The wind in the area picks up strength.
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An unmistakably feminine voice almost cries out,
"Maku, she's talking!"
"yes I'm talking Maku, now tell me where and WHEN I'm I? Or you will find out I do more than just talk"
Still wobbly she tries to focus her new eyes on the pear.
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Waking besides brother Ionacu again Pai Song stirs up a conversation.
Ah now we are walking again. I'm terribly sorry about all of this. We couldn't enjoy the festival and now it probably is over. I hope not to many were injured or worse. The ship is in ruins now and there's damage in the city as well I guess. Whatever motivated this weird woman. She did more damage than good. I already had the impression that she is some kind of extremist last night. Now it turned out so foolishly and badly for her.
She shake her head, affected by what just happened.
I was really looking forward to the festival and the new shrine. What do you think brother?
Aleister stands after a couple of moments, and dusts himself off. He looks over the small child to make sure he isn't hurt.
He surveys the damage to the shrine and the ship that's on fire as well. "I have no idea what happened. I was making my way to the ship to investigate a disturbance, when suddenly an explosion erupted among the gardens. Then I saw you in danger of being crushed and leapt to the rescue. I hope you're okay. Unsure how the ship caught fire however."
Shi swims the woman over to the bank of the river, and then drags the caster up on shore, and secures her wrists with strips of cloth torn from her own clothes. Once she's secure, it thoroughly searches her for anything hidden.
Looking at Henric the creature shakes it's head. "At least we managed to take the caster alive, if not the leader of the group. She can be questioned. Are you alright?"
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You're right, we need to find out more about this attack and the attackers. It's quite surprising, so organized. They must have been watching the town for quite some time too know the date and everything, or have an ally in the town. I wonder what the motives would be though.
She clears her throat.
I see your point and it's probably right as well. Unformatted the ends don't always justify the means. Her death was unnecessary and foolish. She could have just shot a hobgoblin instead. Anyway, let's catch those.
Aleister stands after a couple of moments, and dusts himself off. He looks over the small child to make sure he isn't hurt.
He surveys the damage to the shrine and the ship that's on fire as well. "I have no idea what happened. I was making my way to the ship to investigate a disturbance, when suddenly an explosion erupted among the gardens. Then I saw you in danger of being crushed and leapt to the rescue. I hope you're okay. Unsure how the ship caught fire however."
"Well, whoever did it, they're going to be in biiiiiiiiiig trouble! Grandfather spent a fortune on that ship, and he's not a forgiving man!"
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As she opens her eyes, Ynja sees a man and a woman standing near the examination table on which her body (her body? whose body?) is presently reclined. Only a sheer white drape covers her apparently naked form.
It takes only a glimpse with her open eyes for Ynja to recoil slightly from the intense the intense light of the lamp positioned over the table. Its powerful illumination, so strong as to emit a dull, throbbing hum like some kind of insect, causes Ynja to squint noticeably.
"Turn the light down a little, it's clearly hurting her eyes," says the woman.
She is thin and pale, almost the same color as her long lab coat. Her slick, raven black hair is collected in a collection of tight buns held in place by several pairs of long, thin rods of black metal, perhaps scalpels or some other cutting instrument.
The man, also wearing a long lab coat, and whose short-cropped hair is the same color as that of the woman, deftly flicks a switch on the lamp. The light instantly lowers in intensity, making it possible for Ynja to survey the room without difficulty.
The woman speaks again,
"Well, I'm not sure who the consciousness currently inside of this body is, but this body on the table is that of Fumiko Kaijistu, a lesser scion of the Merchant House Kajitsu."
"Do you... remember anything?"
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With the light she had held up her arm on instinct, Then the light went down. Her new eyes now able to see she looked at the two.
Hells that ones pale
Then she looked at her arm
How old is this new body
She thought, she was shorter too, a good foot shorter, and weaker, or was that the fact she had just jumped into this body. A flash back of what she had seen between life and death came to her, and she felt weak even more.
The woman snapped her out of it with a name and a question.
She need to buy time to get this body under control. Her mind was focused but she could not risk using any of her powers until she knew who they where and what they wanted.
"I don't remember much I was standing by the lake, Then something hit me, hot and I fell...."
She fanied looking shocked Then snapped out at them
"Where i'm I!, who are you people? why am I here, Tell me! I need to know, I need to know where he is.."
Shi swims the woman over to the bank of the river, and then drags the caster up on shore, and secures her wrists with strips of cloth torn from her own clothes. Once she's secure, it thoroughly searches her for anything hidden.
Looking at Henric the creature shakes it's head. "At least we managed to take the caster alive, if not the leader of the group. She can be questioned. Are you alright?"
Henric nods to Shi. Aye, I'm fine. I hope the caster knows something - right now we are guessing at motives. At least the damage done seems to have stopped things from progressing further. All the same... it was a beautiful ship. I wonder if whoever owned it was aware of the siege equipment?
Aleister extends his hand to the little boy. "My name is Aleister, I'm new to Sandpoint. Let's go look for your grandfather and make sure he's okay as well."
Henric is suddenly struck by a hyperdense shell emitted at supersonic speed. The location of the sniper is hidden from all.
Shi pulls the woman to the nearest cover, while looking around for the sniper.
Shi pulls the woman to the nearest cover, while looking around for the sniper.
[dice=Perception]1d20+18
[dice=Perception + Mythic Surge]1d20+11+1d6
There is a sniper firing from about 200 paces in the distance. It is located on top of the House Kaijitsu emporium, just to the south of the Shrine of Desna.
Henric ducks in reflex as the missile whips by, stinging him with the closeness of its passage. What the?!? Someone is shooting at us!!
Henric is going to make his first action running for cover, as he does not have any idea where the shot came from.
After being dragged roughly to the muddy shores of Lake Tagomi by the forceful aqueous assault of Shi'Vatha, the hood-hidden sorceress coughs violently in her presently incapacitated state, attempting desperately to drive the cold waters from her lungs, but fighting a dense mental fog to accomplish this necessary task.
The strange feline megafauna and the accompanying entourage of heavily armored goblinoids have seemingly disappeared into the tumult accompanied by the fiery assault on the Swallowtail Festival.
Similarly vanishing under unclear circumstances is the mysterious assailant that had just wounded Henric. Apparently, its barrage was intended to cover the flight of the surviving attack group, and seems to have abated, leaving the sorceress to her fate...
Despite the difficulty coughing water out of her lungs, the woman is in no danger of actually dying, as Shi's very touch seems to ease her body's struggle to stay alive.
Once the coughing fit stops, and the woman is bound hand and foot, Shi begins to question the woman while removing everything it can from her, jewelry, pouches, packs, anything in pockets, the hood itself. "Well, now then..." It says as he methodically sorts all her belongings into piles. "You have several options, right now, young lady. The first is that you talk, telling us who you are, why you attacked the festival, and who you were working for, if anyone. I strongly suggest you do not lie. The second option is you can remain silent, in which case, then it will be up to several unfortunately much less refined individuals than I to use whatever means they require to question you. I will be unable to stop that, by the way, I am only a priest, not a god. More than likely, the townsfolk will insist on your being punished, either via mob justice if you hurt anyone, or via hard labor for a very long time. If you talk, I will do my best to advocate for simple jail time. I do have some modicum of respect in the local community, and the word of a priest is often the difference between having your hands and tongue cut free and simply being incarcerated. You are after all, a magic user, and the typical punishment for misuing magic is ensuring you can no longer use magic, often requiring the hands and tongue be removed." It tilts it's head to see if the magic user is realizing yet exactly how dangerous her position is.
Despite the difficulty coughing water out of her lungs, the woman is in no danger of actually dying, as Shi's very touch seems to ease her body's struggle to stay alive.
Once the coughing fit stops, and the woman is bound hand and foot, Shi begins to question the woman while removing everything it can from her, jewelry, pouches, packs, anything in pockets, the hood itself. "Well, now then..." It says as he methodically sorts all her belongings into piles. "You have several options, right now, young lady. The first is that you talk, telling us who you are, why you attacked the festival, and who you were working for, if anyone. I strongly suggest you do not lie. The second option is you can remain silent, in which case, then it will be up to several unfortunately much less refined individuals than I to use whatever means they require to question you. I will be unable to stop that, by the way, I am only a priest, not a god. More than likely, the townsfolk will insist on your being punished, either via mob justice if you hurt anyone, or via hard labor for a very long time. If you talk, I will do my best to advocate for simple jail time. I do have some modicum of respect in the local community, and the word of a priest is often the difference between having your hands and tongue cut free and simply being incarcerated. You are after all, a magic user, and the typical punishment for misuing magic is ensuring you can no longer use magic, often requiring the hands and tongue be removed." It tilts it's head to see if the magic user is realizing yet exactly how dangerous her position is.
The hooded sorceress struggles mightily against the determined eidolon's firm grasp.
Her fevered thrashings quickly reveal a torrent of decadent tresses as the sorceress's veritable pool of flaxen hair is quickly freed from the confines of the woman's dark hood. The sorceress' silken hair is the color of white gold tinged with plum purple and pink the color of oriental lilies. The latter hues shimmer oddly in the late afternoon light, sparkling with a supernatural illumination.
She sputters slightly, her light pink lips straining to bring forth speech.
The strange woman begins to speak rhythmically in an unknown tongue. As she intones the strange words in a funereal cadence, the sorceress's eerily white pupils roll up into her head.
"Sukkalmah kur geszerinna elamki marhasziki gutiumki subirki"
She sputters again before continuing, now with more effort and force behind the mysterious pronouncements,
"Egirbi ensi kur geszerinna elamki marhasziki gutiumki subirki martu sutium kur eannabida. Egirbi ensi kur geszerinna elamki marhasziki gutiumki subirki martu sutium kur eannabida."
Aleister, with the small child in tow, wanders the shoreline, seeing if he finds anybody who might be the boy's grandfather.
Upon coming across the impromptu interrogation, he listens closely to the mysterious woman's strange words.
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Aleister, with the small child in tow, wanders the shoreline, seeing if he finds anybody who might be the boy's grandfather.
Upon coming across the impromptu interrogation, he listens closely to the mysterious woman's strange words.
The languages is Nimmurian, the tongue of the girtablilu scorpion-men of the Savage Coast, far to the West. The sorceress incantation is a prayer to the Immortal Lamaštu, one of the most feared powers of the Sphere of Entropy.
"Great is the daughter of Heaven who tortures babies
Her hand is a net, her embrace is death
She is cruel, raging, angry, predatory
A runner, a thief is the daughter of Heaven
She touches the bellies of women in labor
She pulls out the pregnant women's baby
The daughter of Heaven is one of the Gods, her brothers
With no child of her own.
Her head is a lion's head
Her body is a donkey's body
She roars like a lion
She constantly howls like a demon-dog."