She chuckles and says.
"You are wise sheriff, this one lies about his intentions just as he dose about his sexual proclivities. Ask the late shift working boys what he has been up-to."
She chuckles and says.
"You are wise sheriff, this one lies about his intentions just as he dose about his sexual proclivities. Ask the late shift working boys what he has been up-to."
Kaye Taserani, madame of the local bordello known as the Pixie's Kitten, and whose acquaintance Ynja had made while in her previous body the morning of that same day in the taproom of the Rusty Dragon Inn, dashes to the side of Belor, throwing her arms in abandon around his strong neck,
"Oh, thank all the Immortals you're all right."
She then seems to realize that others are watching, and self-consciously smooths her dress.
As if by a delayed reaction, it seems she suddenly registers Ynja's comment towards the knight and cracks a mischievous grin,
"That's about the full of what I heard too, lady bird."
She chuckles and says.
"You are wise sheriff, this one lies about his intentions just as he dose about his sexual proclivities. Ask the late shift working boys what he has been up-to."
Belor looks back and forth between Ynja and Kaye, then back to the Helmut, seemingly trying to gather his senses,
"As Fumiko, or whoever she is, says, I don't for a second believe your assertions regarding the noble intentions of your people -- except for the desire to expunge all magic from the world, I don't doubt you would summarily burn at the stake every one of the wise ones were it in your power."
She chuckles and says.
"You are wise sheriff, this one lies about his intentions just as he dose about his sexual proclivities. Ask the late shift working boys what he has been up-to."
Kaye then seems to awake as if from a dream and, begins to stare straight at Ynja, her skin now slicked with the eerie pallor of death,
"Fumiko! You're dead!"
Looks at Kaye the down at herself, patting her self down and looking back up.
"I really need to find a bath house"
Pai Song, while listening to what's going on, seems a bit distant, humming a melody to herself, going through some motions as if singing and dancing a bit..........
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The Heldanns are an association of fair-skinned, blue-eyed invaders to the northern reaches. They serve the Immortal Vania, and are intent upon expunging magic from the earth, as well as creating suitable lebensraum within the north. Their invasion of the current Heldann territories was exceptionally brutal, and it is whispered that a fate worse than death awaits renegade magic users who attempt to maintain the arcane arts within their 'Freehold'.
Fumiko Kaijitsu was a local figure of some renown, the infamous 'Grandfather's Shadow', chosen assassin of her clan. Several unexpected or mysterious disappearances or deaths in the town over the last few years have been attributed to her influence. She is widely credited as having had a sadistic temperament. As the Schoolmaster averred, she was recently discovered dead under a veritable cloud of mystery...
Reports from those who probe the places between lives suggest that the normal course of reincarnation has been taken in hand by sinster invaders from the Dark Tapestry. These entities, which inhabit the other planets of the nearby solar system, as well as in great vessels that breach the blackness between the stars, are of several types and descriptions. The visions of occultists reveal diamond-shaped metallic creatures that haunt the gas giant where many wayward souls find themselves directed...
Looks at Kaye the down at herself, patting her self down and looking back up.
"I really need to find a bath house"
Kaye continues to simply stare in dumbfounded shock.
Maybe turns to Belor, apparently seeking reassurance.
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Pai Song walks over to the boy and rests her hand on his shoulder.
Don't worry young one. I'll take care of that, i promise. Sometimes the dead are restless and we need to help them find their peace.
She looks at the knights and Fumiko, her eyes gleaming golden for a short moment.
Let's see who needs some help here. Shelyn teaches us that all can be redeemed, as long as they really want it themselves. There is a lot of beauty in that.
Ameiko bursts on to the scene, her raven black hair streaked slightly with soot from the smoldering remains of the recent conflagration. She casts her catlike eyes over the assembled parties, fixing suddenly on the body now inhabited by the spirit of Ynja.
"Fumiko!" she practically yells in shock.
Taking a moment to compose herself, the expression on Ameiko's face appears to reflect a mind searching desperately for answers to the mystery now standing before her.
The attempt appears to be unsuccessful, as she suddenly blurts out, ungracefully,
"You're dead! I saw the body the patrol recovered from the Lost Coast Road -- with my own two eyes."
Ameiko's eyes narrow, assuming a predatory cast,
"Just who are you, and what have you done with my sister?"
Ynja watches as the woman has a near melt down on seeing her sister.
Wow this girl was really not liked, you little killer you
"I'm a shapeshifter, and I seem to have got stuck in your sister's form, dose that help at all?"
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Hearing the distress in the young tavern owner's voice, Vincent turns away from the fires and approaches Ameiko. As confused as he is by the situation, he can imagine that hers is much greater. He offers a hand in what is meant to be a comforting gesture, doubting that any words will suffice.
Ameiko takes Vincent's proffered hand, at first with a hesitating grasp, and then with a firm grip that signals her desperate need for reassurance in these trying times.
Seeming to draw new vigor from Vincent's gesture of support, Ameiko once again addresses the body of her deceased sister, this time with a more steely tone to her voice,
"A shape shifter? What manner of devilry is this? And how did you suppose that it was lawful to seize the body of a daughter of House Kaijitsu?"
He eyes narrow,
"I assure you, possessing fiend, that this provocation will not go unpunished. I swear by all the Immortals that you will be expelled from the body of my sister, and cast back into whatever lightless void from which you came."
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Uff...
Pai Song lets out a sigh.
Ameiko, i understand and respect your feelings. We should tread carefully here though. First of all, she's not a shapeshifter. She didn't assume your sisters likeness. She actually possessed her dead body, something entirely different. Her own body was destroyed in the hobgoblin attack and she claims she woke up in this body in a mad mages laboratorium, in our city here.
Of course this raises several questions. Is she speaking the truth? Does someone defile the bodies of the deceased right before our eyes here and we don't know?
We can certainly agree that she has to be expelled from this body as fast as we can, but we also have to find out more about what is going on.
Taking a deep breath. Ynja thought to herself. She had been made to endurer, a perpetual, to fight in war long gone. She was older than this town, NO older then this civilization. This was not the 1st th locals had got upset when she had seemingly come back from the dead. But this was definitely the 1st time someone had interfered with the process . She was more angry now at them then the mob lynch mob growing here.
"The mad mages laboratorium seemed to be in this cites morg, the one under the dark keep. I know because I walked from there. And the male and female mad laboratorium mages did talk to each other in from of me and said the had done this before with another"
she is telling the truth
Aleister is unsure what to make of all of the various accusations, and says as much, addressing the sheriff "There seems to be a lot finger pointing going on here, by several different parties. I would suggest all of us return to town, and discuss these matters, in private."
"More than happy too, but knowing my luck of late, I would bet they cleared out the moment I escaped. But they may have left something"
Uff...
Pai Song lets out a sigh.Ameiko, i understand and respect your feelings. We should tread carefully here though. First of all, she's not a shapeshifter. She didn't assume your sisters likeness. She actually possessed her dead body, something entirely different. Her own body was destroyed in the hobgoblin attack and she claims she woke up in this body in a mad mages laboratorium, in our city here.
Of course this raises several questions. Is she speaking the truth? Does someone defile the bodies of the deceased right before our eyes here and we don't know?
We can certainly agree that she has to be expelled from this body as fast as we can, but we also have to find out more about what is going on.
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[ooc]Seb i scanned everyone with detect evil, including
Pai Song: Detection:The Heldannic Knights appear somehow invincible to any scrying ability. It is as if her attempt meets an immovable wall.
Uff...
Pai Song lets out a sigh.Ameiko, i understand and respect your feelings. We should tread carefully here though. First of all, she's not a shapeshifter. She didn't assume your sisters likeness. She actually possessed her dead body, something entirely different. Her own body was destroyed in the hobgoblin attack and she claims she woke up in this body in a mad mages laboratorium, in our city here.
Of course this raises several questions. Is she speaking the truth? Does someone defile the bodies of the deceased right before our eyes here and we don't know?
We can certainly agree that she has to be expelled from this body as fast as we can, but we also have to find out more about what is going on.
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Ameiko's eyes narrow even further, almost disappearing within their distinctive epicanthic folds,
"A possessing spirit? A mad mage's laboratory?"
She then turns to Ynja,
"Where is this mysterious citadel of evil from which you claim to have emerged?"
She closes her eyes, she did not need to focus she was always, focused. .
Then she opens her eyes and they are glowing blue.
Looking around once, she starts walking slowly back the way she got here.
Henric turns to the sheriff. "Sir, is there any way you can accommodate the security of this sorceress? She's already tried to take her own life once, so she will need to be watched with great care. As you can see, we have other matters to attend to, and we are not the authority here. " He stresses the word "authority" slightly, drawing the sheriff's attention to the responsibility of the law.
As Ynja moves past the two knights, still looking ahead, here eyes stay on where she is going, but her hand shoots out and points at pair.
"Your not invited"
She says not looking at them. He arms comes back down and she keep on . Not caring of they respond or not. They had already tried pathetically to recruit her. She had been doing this game for eons before they were born.
Right now she had much more on them, than they had one her, and she meant to keep it that way.
Henric turns to the sheriff. "Sir, is there any way you can accommodate the security of this sorceress? She's already tried to take her own life once, so she will need to be watched with great care. As you can see, we have other matters to attend to, and we are not the authority here. " He stresses the word "authority" slightly, drawing the sheriff's attention to the responsibility of the law.
Belor turns to Henric, regarding him with a pointed expression, equal parts recognition and warning,
"Certainly, stranger, I am keen to investigate the alleged activities of this mysterious woman who you say was in league with the creatures that assaulted the festival."
Then, Belor's square jaw sets more firmly, like a bear trap being locked into ready position as the sheriff continues,
"But there are many matters worthy of further investigation here, and I am presently unwilling for any of those here present to leave the premises."
She closes her eyes, she did not need to focus she was always, focused. .
Then she opens her eyes and they are glowing blue.
Looking around once, she starts walking slowly back the way she got here.
Ynja, now trapped in the body of the late Fumiko Kaijitsu, has no difficulty retracing her steps towards the mysterious structure from which she had recently emerged into a new and unexpected life.
Her journey leads the warrior maiden effortlessly along the neatly-raked gravel Tower Street, and on to the firm cobble pavement which is distinctive to Main Street. Thrown into a tumult by the recent assault on the Swallowtail Festival, the inhabitants of the sea side town mill in a fevered confusion, most of them ignoring Ynja's peculiarly-determined gait as she presses through Sandpoint's primary thoroughfare.
From there, She veers south for a short distance, then turns westward, onto Sand Street, the thoroughfare which leads to the Sandpoint Glassworks of House Kaijitsu. Sand Street is distinguished from the other roads of Sandpoint in that it is decorate with elaborate images known as mandalas composed of colored sand, a tradition transported from the distant eastern homeland of House Kaijitsu on the continent of Skothar. Every day, a hereditary retainer of the clan charged with this duty rearranges the sand of the street in a new design. It is said this line of retainers descends from a lineage of monks. It is, needless to say, a unique and impressive approach to the residences and facilities of House Kaijitsu.
Before she reaches the doors of the impressive bulk of the Sandpoint Glassworks, Ynja veers again onto a small street composed entirely of decorated porcelain tiles. This unusual thoroughfare leads to the doors of a caste which combines the architecture of the western continent of Brundisium with those of the eastern lands of Skothar. Here, she pauses, having found the location.
Aleister is unsure what to make of all of the various accusations, and says as much, addressing the sheriff "There seems to be a lot finger pointing going on here, by several different parties. I would suggest all of us return to town, and discuss these matters, in private."
Belor regards Aleister with the same determined look as Henric,
"My answer to you is the same as to the other stranger - there are many matters here which bear further investigation."
Ynja stops walking as they start to ask what to do about the sorceress. There was no point showing the sharif and others the lab. Until they had things sorted here. So she stood and waited, closing her eyes once more. She pictured the walk back having no difficulty retracing her steps towards the mysterious structure from which she had recently emerged into a new and unexpected life.
lead the warrior maiden effortlessly along the neatly-raked gravel Tower Street, and on to the firm cobble pavement which is distinctive to Main Street. Thrown into a tumult by the recent assault on the Swallowtail Festival, the inhabitants of the sea side town mill in a fevered confusion, most of them ignoring Ynja's peculiarly-determined gait as she presses through Sandpoint's primary thoroughfare.
From there, her mind veered her south for a short distance, then turns westward, onto Sand Street, the thoroughfare which leads to the Sandpoint Glassworks of House Kaijitsu. Sand Street is distinguished from the other roads of Sandpoint in that it is decorate with elaborate images known as mandalas composed of colored sand, a tradition transported from the distant eastern homeland of House Kaijitsu on the continent of Skothar. Every day, a hereditary retainer of the clan charged with this duty rearranges the sand of the street in a new design. It is said this line of retainers descends from a lineage of monks. It is, needless to say, a unique and impressive approach to the residences and facilities of House Kaijitsu.
Before she reaches the doors of the impressive bulk of the Sandpoint Glassworks, Veers again onto a small street composed entirely of decorated porcelain tiles. This unusual thoroughfare leads to the doors of a caste which combines the architecture of the western continent of Brundisium with those of the eastern lands of Skothar. Here, she pauses, having found the location.
Her eyes opened and she know the spot.
Belor looks around, regarding each of the assembled with a steely glance.
The Shoanti sheriff tugs forcefully on the reins of his mount, a large terror bird species known as brontornis, pulling the animal's monstrous head towards him. The disturbed animal, which had been surveying the smoldering grounds of the Shrine with predatory interest, releases a loud, threatening hiss in response to its master's prodding. The heavy bridle, embedded with the wicked thorns of the honey locust plant, barely contains the savage mount's incredible strength.
"Well, I for one, would have a look at this supposed laboratory from which the resurrected Fumiko claims to have returned to us. And I would do so in the company of all those here assembled."
He regards the small party gathered around the prone sorceress with a serious expression which suggests this proposal is more of a command than a genuine request.
Ameiko likewise interjects,
"I, too, would know the circumstances of my sister's mysterious return."
A light breeze begins to stir, growing into a moderate wind blowing down the length of the streets from north to south. What little unprotected flames that were lit at this time of day flicker for a few seconds, then blow entirely out as the wind becomes quite severe. A light drizzle begins, and seconds later becomes a light rainstorm. The general public, unsure of all that is going on so suddenly with these strange beings arguing in the street and now this unseasonable weather, grab what they can and flee inside, bolting windows and doors against the deluge. Lightning begins to strike in seemingly random locations in the general area. The rain has become so substantial that it is nearly impossible to see detail beyond five feet in front of your own eyes.
A chill wind blows as lightning strikes within six paces of the assembled group. A blinding flash of light paired with a thunderous cacophony reverberating off of the nearby walls. The weather disappears as quickly as it came, in the matter of less than a minute having faded into a light and refreshing mist as a new figure stands among the assembled group. Turning to Belor, the figure states authoritatively, "It would seem as if you have more than enough to handle, child of man. You claim authority and order those present to stay, yet allow the formerly dead to wander freely at the behest of new souls. Restrain the sorceress, if it be within your meager power. If not, so be it. The responsibility of your civilization is on you alone. The power of nature bows to no mortal beings."
At these words, you feel the hair on the back of your neck, previously standing at attention, slowly return to rest as the latent ionic charge in the air begins to dissipate.
The man turns to the assembled group as visibility clears, revealing a wiry old man in a rain-slick bright yellow weather-treated cloak leaning on a staff made from the branch of a tree that was charred by lightning. He seems hearty in terms of health, expected of a man with a physically demanding vocation. His eyes lack pupils, the orbs being entirely the color of bottled lightning. The air smells profoundly like the calm air before a storm. His hair and beard are rain-soaked and grey, with errant bits of kelp clinging to them.
you can tell that this man possesses the power of control over nature, specifically the power of controlling water.
you can tell that this man possesses the power of control over nature, specifically the power of controlling water, wind and weather in general.
you can tell that this man possesses the power of control over nature, specifically the power of controlling water, wind and weather in general. He can also control objects made of metal.
you can tell that this man possesses the power of control over nature, specifically the power of controlling water, wind and weather in general. He can also control objects made of metal. Furthermore, control over lightning and thunder is second nature to him.
"I am Slade, Chosen of Gozreh. He has brought me forth in this era and made clear to me my mission. You need know little other than that I am here to aid you in fulfilling your destiny. Suffer not the mischief of errant souls and misguided men. You have unnatural things to eliminate."
i have the following abilities that are relevant as pertains to NPCs:
Champion Of The People
You have many contacts in the world. You can always find a local contact appropriate to your background if it's remotely plausible for them to be in the area, and they will offer as much help as a normal human in an important position can offer. Major political figures - like mighty nobles - recognize that you are special and almost always treat you well in an effort to get on your good side.
Beloved
A specific group of creatures thematically appropriate to your mythic origin or patron recognize you as blessed and always have a starting attitude of helpful towards you. This is not extensive enough to cover an entire species, but could affect an entire organization, church, city, or similarly specific group. If you have the Rejected mythic drawback, it does not apply to this group.
A light breeze begins to stir, growing into a moderate wind blowing down the length of the streets from north to south. What little unprotected flames that were lit at this time of day flicker for a few seconds, then blow entirely out as the wind becomes quite severe. A light drizzle begins, and seconds later becomes a light rainstorm. The general public, unsure of all that is going on so suddenly with these strange beings arguing in the street and now this unseasonable weather, grab what they can and flee inside, bolting windows and doors against the deluge. Lightning begins to strike in seemingly random locations in the general area. The rain has become so substantial that it is nearly impossible to see detail beyond five feet in front of your own eyes.
A chill wind blows as lightning strikes within six paces of the assembled group. A blinding flash of light paired with a thunderous cacophony reverberating off of the nearby walls. The weather disappears as quickly as it came, in the matter of less than a minute having faded into a light and refreshing mist as a new figure stands among the assembled group. Turning to Belor, the figure states authoritatively, "It would seem as if you have more than enough to handle, child of man. You claim authority and order those present to stay, yet allow the formerly dead to wander freely at the behest of new souls. Restrain the sorceress, if it be within your meager power. If not, so be it. The responsibility of your civilization is on you alone. The power of nature bows to no mortal beings."
At these words, you feel the hair on the back of your neck, previously standing at attention, slowly return to rest as the latent ionic charge in the air begins to dissipate.
The man turns to the assembled group as visibility clears, revealing a wiry old man in a rain-slick bright yellow weather-treated cloak leaning on a staff made from the branch of a tree that was charred by lightning. He seems hearty in terms of health, expected of a man with a physically...
Belor regards the newcomer with a noticeable grimace as he dexterously leaps atop his terror bird mount.
"Another strange arrival in our little town? I think I may have had enough of your sort for the day. In any event, I am the hand of the law here, not you, and I will not be directed in the discharge of my duties."
He looks off to the west,
"The reappearance of the late Fumiko Kaijitsu is a matter of great concern to me, and I would know the truth of it before we attend to the many other unanswered questions which remain about the recent attack on the festival."
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Ameiko likewise interjects, "I, too, would know the circumstances of my sister's mysterious return."
Vincent looks over the odd company assembled and inwardly worries for her safety. Outwardly, he simply tips his hat at Ameiko and says quietly, "If you have no objections, my lady, I will accompany you." He has not yet let go of her hand, leaving it up to her to decide when she is ready.
He looks askance at the newcomer, snorting derisively. There is a time and place for showmanship, and this is not the main event in the big tent.
Slade smiles at Belor as he shrugs at the man's assertion.
"The laws of man are of no consequence, especially when they are so ineffectual. However, you are correct in that there is a vile mystery to be solved."
He looks in the direction of Fumiko. He stands still, waiting.
Ynja/Fumiko brought her personal protection powers up as soon as the lighting started. As the hard rain feel, she just stood there as it pounced off what seems to be an invisible dome over her. Then as the raggedy old man showed up she took him in in an instant. Then she shook her head.
"Talk about toxic masculinity, really lighting and thunder! Then talking about me like I'm not even here. And what the hell is that meant to be."
Pointing at eyes.
"Your patriarchal stare of displeasure? "
Her voice dropped in mock imitation of his male one.
"Stand back everyone Thunderpants MAN is here and will deal with the woman."
Her voice went back to normal and she turned her back on him.
" I swear to the stars, there must be fraking workshop where they make your type"
She waited a moment then added to the others.
"So now booming grandad is here, are we going to this lab or what!"
In an even tone with no hint of anger, the old man responds,
"You insult yourself, creature. Gender politics? Is this what you city folk waste your time with? In a city where one of the grandest families, the corpse of whom you currently inhabit or mock by assuming the form thereof, is headed by a woman? You fall below the dignity of your station in life, much less the station of the deceased you currently appear as. I'm not here to "deal" with you. As for the nature of my appearance or entrance, there are certain things that cannot be helped, and yet more things beyond your ken. I have been marked by Gozreh, unable to conceal my appearance so that all may know what I do. I do not act in secret or with ulterior motives, and my appearance doubly precludes such. I await this fiasco moving forward."
He maintains his stance, still and non-aggressive.
Before he has a chance to respond to those gathered, a sudden, intense storm heralds the arrival of a mysterious newcomer. As the wind and rain batter the tattooed monk, he withstands the downpour stoically.
Finally, it all ends as quickly as it began. He smirks at Slade's comments, as some of them echoed his own thoughts. He bows an obvious fellow priest. "Hail and well met Gozren Gorton, you arrive in the midst of a chaos much akin to that of the storm that brought you here." He pauses, considering his next words carefully. "I am unsure what the best course of action is here. If we investigate this supposed laboratory, do we bring along the sorceress? That seems like a poor idea."
"Can the law man not handle it? What then, is the purpose?"
"I believe he intends to accompany us to the lab."
"Does this city not have a jail, or jailers? Certainly there are ways to subdue her if chains and magical wards are not present. A cosh to the back of the head comes to mind."
In an even tone with no hint of anger, the old man responds,
"You insult yourself, creature. ..."
He maintains his stance, still and non-aggressive.
She stopped turned and locked eyes once more with the old fool brerating her.
Still trying to intimidate, well lets see
"Such an ego, and Beyond your ken, well, well, well"
She, thought about what she had experienced of late.
"You Human, know absolutely nothing at all about me, nor it seems about the modern world around you. But I know the arrogance of youth when I hear it coming from you mouth."
She chuckled and looked deep into his eyes, before turning her back on him once more. Then saying to no one in particular.
"Of course showing up like this. You could be with the Knights here. Seeing how it seems they sort to tempt two of us. You could be the back up plan. Infiltrate and derail or it could be reporting back to them what we are upto . Add is it not that, when told they could not come along, You suddenly showed up. Demanding a seat at the table. Coincidence?"
She let the word hang.
"Just why are you here?"
youths these days
With the careful tone, dripping thickly with condescension, Slade slowly replies, "I am here to ensure disaster is prevented. Your group is on course to confront it in the future. I am merely insurance."
He pauses, just long enough for it to sink in. "As for these 'knights' and this 'sheriff's and this 'city's and your 'feelings', they are all equally meaningless to me. I represent nature, and I am beholden to no organization. My goal is to ensure that nature remains unsullied long after this city crumbles to dust and its inhabitants are laid to rest in its earth or in its seas. Are you going to continue emitting senseless noises from your mouth, or are we going to get to the bottom of your construction, creature? I think we'd all prefer the latter, as the farmer's attempts to redirect the conversation away from your own guilt are laughably transparent."
She smiles a sly smile. Turning back she points her finger gun at the wild man of the weeds.
"Got ya!"
Is all she says to him. But to the others she says.
"So how you feel about that then. This self Appointed Judge, thinks your law is meaningless Belor, that you are worth nothing. That this town and all its impabinets nothing more than sullied tranicence. That civilisation itself weathless in his view. yet here he is, seeking to do whatever he pleases when ever he pleases. Where as I respect the law, handed myself willingly over to it in respect. There is no respect in this new commer, not for you, this town, now anyone here. There is just his needs and what he wants to happen. Good look trying to stop him. Its clear he recognises no authority but his own."
Once more she turns her back on him.
And looking a head says.
"And just like the knights here, Your not invited to my showing where the lab is. The Sheriff yes, the ones I know here, yes. But strangers can no. But I don't think you will lisson, I think you will seek to do whatever you want to do."
"You are correct. You will have to try to stop me. I don't need to hand myself into the law, as you do, because i haven't broken any law, as you have."
"I am guessing you know little of the teachings of Gozreh, corpse stealer. So ancient are they that it was an old faith even on Azlant. While we who live in the towns and cities of the world might wish it otherwise, Gozren Gorton is correct. What man builds may last centuries, but eventually, it all crumbles before the might of nature." He smiles wryly then. "Unless of course you have the magicks to bolster it against the endless march of the seasons."
Slade nods to the Azlanti, and then in turn to Pai and Henric. "It is good to see that there remains individuals possessing knowledge, faith, and logic still."
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It seems you're all beset by some madness.
Fumiko, i suggest you stand back and tone it down. In your position your behavior isn't befitting at all. It doesn't help to trust you or shine a better light on you, on the opposite.
Sheriff, with your agreement we go and search out this mysterious magical laboratorium, so it exists. This could provide some instant answers.
She then glances at the knights.
I wonder what your intentions are. Just before you were offering unsolicited aid to me by sending a voice to my head. Apparantly you made the same offer to Fumiko here, who at first jumped on it. You are making false accusations and i very much doubt your presence here. I know where you come from and i have to wonder as you seemingly use magic or something similar yourself...
She thinks to herself as Alistor and Gorton seem to just about hug and kiss.
"How very interesting, they act like you know each other.
To the Sherif she says.
"Well this is the deal Sherif. I will show you and others where the mad lab was where I was against my will thrust into this body. But I will not show do so if him, him, and him come along."
She points to Gorton and the two knights.
"They stay or lock me up with ..."
She points at the sorceress now
"...in the local clink. It's your decision."
Slade looks to the Sheriff, awaiting his decision with a grandfatherly chuckle.
"Laws must have changed since my last lifetime. I didn't know suspects dictated terms to the law-man."