◆ LoH -- Heals Catalina +18hp, renews +2 a/c
◆ Litany Against Wrath: (already Enfeebled)
The bullet hits, refusing to Pierce through the beast's flesh but it propels the Man's shoulder back from the concussive blow of the bullet. It didn't matter if one's skin could resist the piercing shot when the bullet held so much kinetic force.
Dario quickly reloads his pistol, taking aim back down at the monstrous beast that continues to try and crush the woman's throat. His hand moves like a blur, reloading half a blink before he fires from his hip.
Another shot connects, hitting the beast in it's ribs. Dario steps in afterwards, blade in hand to strike.
Catalina struggles briefly in the Fey creature's grip, her vision fading in a cloud of hazy spots before she locks eyes with her mirror image and just...disappears from the kishi's grip with a wavering flicker. The reflection, now the real Catalina, stands up straighter and takes a deep breath to survey her surroundings for a brief moment, her hand touching her injured and bruised neck.
She grins, pulling cold iron filaments out of her esoterica pouch and letting them resonate with her weapon. "It's a fey creature. A kishi. Cold iron hurts it, like all fey...if that helps anyone," Catalina calls out, her voice gravely and strained from the constriction. She aims her weapon carefully at the creature and fires off a shot.
The thaumaturge misses her shot and she mutters Ustalavian curses under her breath, attempting the reloading trick that Dario taught her again.
She curses again as her weapon misfires, gunpowder and cold iron shrapnel burning small wounds into her hands. She winces and makes another frustrated sound as she inspects the gun, finding a small jam the misfire created. She takes a moment to clear out the jam, annoyed at her poor showing in front of her new companions.
Caiten is mildly surprised when Catalina creates an illusion copy of herself with nothing more than a mirror. He is completely shocked when the copy continues existing as the original Catalina fades out and disappears, leaving the Kishi biting at nothing.
"Good idea Sulee. Get that bag open."
Caiten ◆walks forward a bit to keep everyone in range as the battle progresses.
"Yup."
Sulee ◆darts to the bag on the ground near the Kishi, then starts working to release the opening.
Ticked off he can't hit the thing, Joran's anger rises and he strikes at it with all his fury.
Yasamina quickly shifts her gaze from one Catalina to the other as the restrained one just vanishes. "What?" she raises an eyebrow, but quickly redirects her attention towards the kishi. Whatever it might be.
This time, she does not give the stranger the benefit of the doubt. It clearly tried to kill her companion. Not on her watch. She thrusts her blade forward, using the momentum created by the delivered strikes.
She then tries to win the creature's attention and snaps fingers at it. "Hey! Look!" she exclaims as she does a little shuffle with her feet, but gives up after a few repeats. She instead burrows her feet into the soil for some extra balance.
[u]Fascinating Performance[/u]
When you Perform, compare your result to the Will DC of one observer. If you succeed, the target is fascinated by you for 1 round. If the observer is in a situation that demands immediate attention, such as combat, you must critically succeed to fascinate it and the Perform action gains the incapacitation trait.
[u]Focused Fascination[/u]
When you use Fascinating Performance in a combat encounter, you need only a success, rather than a critical success, to fascinate your target. This works only if you're attempting to fascinate one target. For example, if you were an expert in Performance, you could choose to target multiple creatures normally or target one creature and fascinate it on a success.
Catalina's eyes go wide as Oren announces he won't hurt her, and then with surgical precision brings a flaming hammer down hard enough to break bones of the creature holding her in its vice-like grip.
Lisi touches the fey and curses it with age. Fey don't age the same way mortals do, but the hyena-face creature suddenly feels what it is to be elderly, finding himself weaker and less dextrous.
Cev begins preaching to the creature as if he were a motivational speaker, decrying the vice of wrath, explaining the golden rule to the fey and that you really shouldn't go around kidnapping angels and biting people by the throat. The hyena creature really takes it to heart for a moment, and the magic behind the words takes hold.
Dario clips the thing again, his bullet bruising the creature badly. He moves in quickly, the creature well surrounded, but doesn't quite manage to land a second hit.
Catalina does some freaky s&$~, and her gun seems to disapprove. The kishi's jaw suddenly slams shut and he bites his own tongue as she vanishes.
Caiten's morningstar takes another swing at the creature. Now that it's surrounded, and clumsy, the strike just hits. The ghostly weapon smashes down upon the kishi's head, the magic of the weapon taking on a slightly whimsical nature due to Sulee's influence, and small phantasmal stars circle around the fey's head for a moment.
Then comes Joran, enraged at this creature's mishandling of his newest friend. His flail swings around into the creature's ribcage with perhaps the most powerful raw blow you'd seen from the barbarian, very nearly ending the monster.
Yasami stabs the creature, running it through. The kishi looks up at her, mortally wounded in spite of its natural resistance to being pierced. Yasami does a silly little juking dance for it, and it cocks its head to the side in confusion before sliding off her blade to the ground, dead. The combined might of the lot of you against this lone individual, despite his power, proves too much for him to combat.
Sulee has managed to open the bag, and the warg pups rush to join in the game, biting at the hem of the sack and tugging it downward, Guba riding on Rocco's back and giving encouragement.
Within the sack they reveal a human-sized angel with ebony skin, a perfectly bald head, and fluorescent red-orange wings and dress. He is conscious, but barely. The angel sits up, blinking with confusion as his eyes adjust to the light. "What?" he murmurs weakly in celestial, voice deep and rich.
Caiten replies in Celestial, "Καλώς ήρθατε πίσω ανάμεσα στους ζωντανούς. Εξαπατηθήκατε και σας επιτέθηκαν. Δεν θα σας βλάψουμε."
"Yasami, could you see about tending to his wounds? I expect that Cevendyll needs to gather a bit more magical focus again."
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Yasami blibks a few times as she tries to process what Caiten is asking of her.
"I'm sorry, you want me to do what?"
She looks around, seeing the fey slumped over, then at the Catalina, then the celestial, and back to Caiten. She sloooowly points at the celestial with a confused look. "You mean this guy?
She sloooowly points at the celestial with a confused look. "You mean this guy?
"... Yes. ... I probably should have been specific about that."
She blinks a few more times. "Yeah, um..." she slowly makes a few steps towards the orange-feathered angel. Very careful steps. "Uh - where are you hurting? I can help?" she asks Maybe? she adds, but the last part is barely audible.
Catalina takes a deep breath, having just finished unjamming her gun as soon as the fight was suddenly and dramatically over. She stowed her implements and esoterica, touching her bruised and bloodied neck for just a moment with a wince before approaching the celestial man alongside Yasamina.
The aasimar straightened, feeling suddenly self-conscious in front of one of her angelic kin. She ran her fingers through her hair and over her clothing, trying to smooth things down before she spoke. "Ο φίλος μου λέει την αλήθεια. Είμαι η Catalina Estrati. Ένας kishi σε συνέλαβε. Έχει φροντίσει. Η φίλη μου Yasami μπορεί να σε βοηθήσει να επουλώσει τις πληγές σου αν την αφήσεις." Her voice is soft and as she spoke, her dimly-lit eyes seemed to brighten some. She gestures toward Yasami as the dancer approaches.
"Well, that is a thing." Dario says, stepping forward and staring down at the strange, two-faced creature. He cocks his pistol back, takes aim, and puts just one more bullet in the head of the beast to make sure that it is dead and done with. Only then does he reload and put away his blade and firearm, turning around to see the glorious, angelic figure.
"By the gods..." He murmured softly, not really sure what to do. It wasn't often that you ran into an angelic being. The others spoke in a tongue that sounded like music and sent a smile to his face despite the damage that the kishi had caused on Catalina.
"Girl, the hell are you doing talking..." He would mutter as he approached Catalina, looking over the wound on her neck. It had been luck that the thing didn't completely rip her throat out. "Let Caiten talk for a bit, lets get someone to look at this wound. Now."
Catalina turned her attention briefly to Dario, her hand going back up to her neck, wincing slightly at the sharp pain that accompanied her touch. The aasimar looked as though she was about to argue with him, but her voice came out as a pained, hoarse croak and her face flushed rosy with embarrassment.
She finally nodded, letting Dario pull her away so that Caiten could take the lead on talking to the angel. "I have a medicine kit," She said quietly to the gunslinger, trying not to strain her voice. "I can probably take care of it." She would begin to rummage through her things to pull out the medicine kit, bolstered by her own additions with folk remedies.
She gave him that complaining look and when she croaked, he nodded in agreement and took her hand. "Right, this way." He muttered, pulling her off and going through her backpack. When she came over to try and help, he would give her hand a slap and a grunt before he fished out the herbal kit he had seen her tinkering with occasionally during camp. With his own medical supplies, he would nod to her. "Just tell me what to do."
Dario acted as her hands, cleaning the wounds to the best of his ability. He leaned in and under from where he had her sit, mumbling all the while about who needed to have g$~&%~n hyena faces on the other side of their head.
"Let Caiten talk for a bit,"
Caiten looks at Dario for a moment or two, but can't think of anything to say in response.
Finally he turns back to the Angel creature. "Γιατί είσαι εδώ για αρχή;"
"Actually, I believe Yuelral would listen to a Desperate Prayer were I to call out to her, then I would need a moment."
She gave him that complaining look and when she croaked, he nodded in agreement and took her hand. "Right, this way." He muttered, pulling her off and going through her backpack. When she came over to try and help, he would give her hand a slap and a grunt before he fished out the herbal kit he had seen her tinkering with occasionally during camp. With his own medical supplies, he would nod to her. "Just tell me what to do."
Dario acted as her hands, cleaning the wounds to the best of his ability. He leaned in and under from where he had her sit, mumbling all the while about who needed to have g$@!$+n hyena faces on the other side of their head.
Catalina sat quietly while the gunslinger cleaned her wounds and applied a salve to the open wounds, only hissing occasionally when his fingers would brush a particularly tender wound. She used one hand to hold her hair out of the way as she leaned over Dario, making it easier for the smaller man to reach.
When he finished, she would let out a soft sigh and stretch, reaching her hands toward the sky for a brief moment before relaxing back again. "Thank you, Dario," She said quietly, a small smile playing across her lips. "You have a gentle touch. Feels much better," She finished, her smile widening into a grin as she catches his eyes behind the thick lenses.
"I can give aid to anyone who's injured...draw close, friends."
Lisi concentrates and cups the air around his hands as if he's holding an invisible ball and then releases them.
"And berries for anyone who needs them," he adds.
"Well," says Lisi to Guba and the warglets, who have trotted up, "I'm glad we detained that hunter after all. Let's look around."
He also rubs his chin, considering as to why the angel might be here. If the kishi knew enough to have a bag ready, perhaps there was some sort of enclave or aerie here?
With the same practice that he had showed when he was cleaning his weapons, Dario would focus on the wounds along the thaumaturge's neck. The teeth had bruised the muscles underneath. The deeper wounds required stitching to close up but he cleaned them out as softly as he could. Washing off the needles with clean water, he wrapped them up so they could be sterilized in the fire once more tonight.
"Hmm?" Dario said, looking up from the work he was doing. He could've helped end the fight faster if he was more accurate, if he was had done things just that much faster. His thoughts were interrupted as he looked up from beneath the rim of his thick glasses, her compliment sending a deep shade of red across his face.
"O-oh. First time anyone's said that to me. Heh. I-I mean...thank you. Err...you're welcome." Dario would clear his throat, brushing himself off. There was a moment of silence there before he spoke up again, murmuring more than anything. "If it needs more cleaning, I can help if everyone else is busy..."
"I appreciate that, Dario," She replies, touching the treated wounds delicately. She seemed satisfied with his work, helping him pack her remedies when he finished.
"It's cute when you blush," Catalina says, sincerity in her tone despite the grin on her face. She fully expected the smaller man to get too flustered to speak and then run off, but she watched his face in case he was able to overcome the urge.
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She mentioned his blush and the man would stand up straight, clearing his throat as he drew his weapons, spun them awkwardly around for a moment, before sheathing them back. His brow furrowed as he turned back towards her, hissing low.
"You just almost got your g@$%&$n throat ripped out and you're going to flirt with me? I got your g*&+%&n blood on my fingers!" He scolded at first, ripping his hat off of his head as he stared daggers up at her. His face was as red as her wound as he blinked a few times.
It was easy to run off but the truth was that was getting him nowhere except a missing molar. Those crisp eyes stared at him curiously and he would put his hat back on before lowering his gaze.
"Sorry, you ain't a child and I ain't your parent." He turned to leave, took a step, before stepping back towards her and tilting his head to stare up at her. "If you like it so much, why don't you buy me a drink when this is done." His statement was full of irritation at being unsettled by her again and again, clearing his throat one last time. "I-if you'd like. I'd like that."
"Excuse me." He would turn, hope as few people as possible were paying attention to them and not the angelic figure beside them, before he moved off to keep an eye on the perimeter in case their hunter was not alone.
The angelic figure rose slowly, shaking his head a bit to clear it. "Forgive me. I can speak the common tongue, should it better suit you. My name is Chioma. And I thank you all, truly, for your timely intervention."
He looked towards Yasami. "A healer? I would be grateful for the attention. I expended much of my own energy battling the fiend." He lowered himself to sit upon a log, hand going to the wounds at his neck, which were similar to those on Catalina's.
When Caiten asked what he was doing in the middle of the jungle, he frowned. "I was summoned by a wizard from the Magaambya who needs several rare flowers within Ekujae territory. A deadly curse was placed on a young ward of his. It seems the man mortally offended the Ekujae
in the past, however, and had little time to attempt a reconciliation with them under such the circumstances. The wizard begged an ally of his to enlist my aid, in the hopes that the elves would not trouble one such as myself, even should they know my purpose. I made the mistake of answering that one's cry for help," he pointed at the kishi, "but he deceived me, and was upon me before I had a chance to flee." He explained all this while Yasami was seeing to his injuries. "And so I must soon go, bound by my mission. I wish to repay your kindness, but I'm afraid I don't have anything with which I can do so."
Lisi, looking through the kishi's camp and belongings, finds a pouch with about 500 gold's worth of gems and valuables, varying enough in make and quality that he suspects it is the kishi's trophy horde from former victims. The brute likely had the sack to capture any sort of victim, not specifically angelic ones.
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She mentioned his blush and the man would stand up straight, clearing his throat as he drew his weapons, spun them awkwardly around for a moment, before sheathing them back. His brow furrowed as he turned back towards her, hissing low.
"You just almost got your g%$~%#n throat ripped out and you're going to flirt with me? I got your g~$$!~n blood on my fingers!" He scolded at first, ripping his hat off of his head as he stared daggers up at her. His face was as red as her wound as he blinked a few times.
It was easy to run off but the truth was that was getting him nowhere except a missing molar. Those crisp eyes stared at him curiously and he would put his hat back on before lowering his gaze.
"Sorry, you ain't a child and I ain't your parent." He turned to leave, took a step, before stepping back towards her and tilting his head to stare up at her. "If you like it so much, why don't you buy me a drink when this is done." His statement was full of irritation at being unsettled by her again and again, clearing his throat one last time. "I-if you'd like. I'd like that."
"Excuse me." He would turn, hope as few people as possible were paying attention to them and not the angelic figure beside them, before he moved off to keep an eye on the perimeter in case their hunter was not alone.
Catalina looked down at Dario, her eyebrows raised in a slightly shocked expression at his scolding. As he stared--red-faced and angry--up at her, she moved her hands to rest on her hips and a small smirk played on her lips. She waited for a beat to reply, seeing if the smaller man would run, but to her surprise and delight, he decided not to run off this time.
The aasimar watched him turn to walk away, mild disappointment washing over her before he stepped up to her again and made his "request." Catalina grinned widely, pleased to have broken through the gunslinger's angry exterior for just a moment. "It's a date then. When this is over, I'll buy you a drink." She crosses her arms over her chest, watching him stalk away while she turns her attention to her angelic kin now that her wounds were taken care of.
Catalina approaches the angel at the tail-end of his explanation, staying quiet until he finishes speaking. "Perhaps..." Catalina trails off, rolling the thought around in her mind for a moment. "Do you know anything about the Cinderclaws or Dahak or anything like that? We are looking to handle their presence in the region..." She glances around at the others and shrugs, unsure of what else they could ask the angel for.
Yasami wanted to call Catalina for a medical examination, but seeing the scene with Dario unfold, she stopped herself. Later muttered to herself, smiled, and pulled out her gear to look at the celestial. She kneeled down next to the tree stump upon which the angel sat, and carefully, almost hesitant to touch the being, lifted his chin to see the wounds. Gnashes and teeth marks on the angel's neck formed a macabre necklace - the now dried-up ichor further emphasised the grim decoration.
"I'll need to clean it up first. Can't see anything here." she says while reaching for clean gauze to pour alcohol on. "This will sting. You might want to bite down on something." she offers some leather rolled around a piece of wood, waits, and then carefully starts with the cleanup. Once the wounds are clean, she starts cutting the dead tissue and applying stitches.
"It's not an exactly stellar job, given the circumstances." she smiles. "Pun fully intended."
"If you can wait for me to clean up my tools, we can try improving on it. In the meantime, I may have an ask. Actually, more than one. But very simple ones. Two or three questions. I'll let you decide."
She turns to Catalina. "You want me to look at that? Not doubting Dario's skill, just experi-" she stops herself mid-word, and thinks. "-uh... Never mind. You want that looked at?"
Chioma bore the pain that accomplished the healing stoically, and smiled at Yasami when she'd finished the first bout. " I should leave within the hour, but I certainly have time to answer a few questions."
He turned to Catalina when she approached, bowing his head subtly in recognition of their shared kinship. "I know of Dahak, certainly. It is said he is the reason the Hell is a place of agony and flame, and all will drains pay him lip service. His presence has not been felt since the world shattered. You say he has returned to this region?" He asked with great concern.
"I know of Dahak, certainly. His presence has not been felt since the world shattered. You say he has returned to this region?"
"We have encountered a group that claims to be in contact with Dahak and are claiming to be able to free Dahak from some form of imprisonment."
"What is this Magaambya that you speak of? And why would the Ekujae place a curse on someone?"
She turns to Catalina. "You want me to look at that? Not doubting Dario's skill, just experi-" she stops herself mid-word, and thinks. "-uh... Never mind. You want that looked at?"
"If it would ease your mind, please check," Catalina says with a smile, presenting her neck to the dancer for a second opinion. "Were you going to say 'experience' or 'experiment'?" Catalina asks, a small smile on her face.
If Yasami did not speak to Catalina while she inspected her wounds, Catalina would listen to Caiten's conversation with the angel.
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"Ah don't worry about it. I'm just happy he's coming out of his shell. Hopefully. Sit down, please. I'd rather take a look before something nasty sets in. Jungle. Lots of weird bugs about. Wouldn't want to be pulling out a tapeworm from your larynx in a week's time, would we?" Yasami returns a smile to Catalina as she offers the same leather and wood piece, and starts to repeat the process of cleaning up the wounds.
While keeping her eyes on the work, she addresses the celestial, almost nonchalantly. "Chioma, how does this work, exactly? Are you like a freelancer agent, or do you serve someone in particular? That's one of my questions. I might have a follow-up based on the answer if you don't mind."
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Chioma addressed Caiten first. "The Magaambya is the Expanse's largest academy of the arcane. My understanding is this wizard was once an unscrupulous fellow who worked with slavers. He amended his ways, began to do good to balance out the evils he'd committed, but to enter the jungle again was forbidden him. I came at the behest of a companion of the wizard."
He smiled at Yasami. "I am a humble servant of Ionedae, the Light of the Sword. As for 'how this works', a prayer was answered. The more righteous the cause, the louder it calls to us. Saving the life of a child is a clarion call I was happy to volunteer for."
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"Ah don't worry about it. I'm just happy he's coming out of his shell. Hopefully. Sit down, please. I'd rather take a look before something nasty sets in. Jungle. Lots of weird bugs about. Wouldn't want to be pulling out a tapeworm from your larynx in a week's time, would we?" Yasami returns a smile to Catalina as she offers the same leather and wood piece, and starts to repeat the process of cleaning up the wounds.
"So this is a more open Dario? Interesting..." Catalina says with amusement, holding herself still for Yasami to help further. She listens carefully to the ongoing conversation, eager to learn more about her kin.
"I am a humble servant of Ionedae, the Light of the Sword."
Caiten looks questioningly at Sulee.
"Saving the life of a child is a clarion call I was happy to volunteer for."
"I would probably do the same. Are you able to continue your assignment then?"
Caiten looks questioningly at Sulee.
Sulee sighs and shakes her head. "Don't worry about it. You can read about her when you get back to town later."
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Dario watches the exchange between the celestial being and the others, his eyes watching the jungle undergrowth. Plenty of blood had been spilled and if his travels had taught him anything, it was that nature abhorred waste. Even the kishi would make a fine meal for scavengers or for those who were looking for an easy meal.
"The Inheritor, Caiten. He means Iomedae, his swollen lip is just making the 'm's sound a little funny." The gunslinger would pipe up from the tree he was leaning against, taking little bites from the piece of trail bread he had fished out from his backpack.
"We need all the help we can against the followers of Dahak. It's not merely that we've encountered them--we came across a...manifestation of Dahak, trapped in an interdimensional space between two elf-gates by the Ekujae. It was powerful enough to burn us," says the druid.
"Anything you know about allies we can call upon, or boons we can request, could be extremely beneficial. And I don't know if this is here nor there, but we were just in a Mwangi ruin with carved reliefs of winged humanoids..." Lisi ends with a shrug. The half-elf was never that great at summarizing his arguments, time as a barrister notwithstanding.
"The Inheritor, Caiten. He means Iomedae, his swollen lip is just making the 'm's sound a little funny."
"I still only vaguely recognize the name. But I will do some research later. It doesn't seem terribly important currently."
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"It actually is an improvement." Yasami continues the procedure. "Just play nice. He's a troubled one." she whispers after a short pause.
She nods at the angel's answer, but you can't help but feel that she's not satisfied with the answer.
"Friends, it isn't even really our place to question the Ekujea: they have protected this forest for a very long time. Our question needs to be why do people, somewhat normal people, need to summon an Angel to make it to tomorrow."
"What are you implying?
Chioma nodded to Caiten. ”Thanks to you all, yes. I will be on my way soon – once I’ve stretched my wings a bit. I did not enjoy being dragged about in a sack on the edge of consciousness.”
Dario corrects his pronunciation and he notes Caiten’s unfamiliarity. “The goddess of valor, justice, and honor,” he explains, smiling with pride as he speaks of his goddess. ”The third mortal to pass the test of the Starstone and ascend to divinity. Herald of Aroden, who stepped into his shoes when he was lost.”
When Lisi added his details, Chioma frowned in concern. ”Troubling news. I will carry it back with me – as you know, deities cannot interfere directly with mortal matters. But Dahak is no mortal. I can assure you, at the very least, she will wish to keep an eye on things. As for a boon…” He trailed off and thought for a few moments. ”It is true I am pressed for time. But I will need to search the jungle for the flowers I need, regardless. If you wish, I can scout for you, and report back what I see, on my way out.” He seemed not to have any familiarity regarding the runes.
Chioma noted Yasami's hesitance. "Did my answer trouble you?"
”as you know, deities cannot interfere directly with mortal matters.”
"Intimately aware," Sulee remarks with a soft whoof. "Don't worry, I'll educate Caiten about the Inheritor at some point."
Yasami smiles back at Chioma while cleaning up Catalina's neck. ”Trouble is not the word. Let's say that I adore most flavours of heavenly ice cream, but you are offering strawberry. And I feel like chocolate instead. Does that make sense?"
Catalina stays quiet while they talk with the angel, holding still for Yasami to continue working. She briefly makes eye contact with Yasami as she warns her to be nice to Dario and gives her a small nod and a small smile, sincerity on her face.
When Yasami finishes, the thaumaturge would stand near the swashbuckler and listen, having little to contribute to the conversation so far.
"I think I am still struggling to distill all of this information also, but, it sounds like one of the professors at the Academy is a redeemed wizard who has some limitations placed on him, likely magical, and needed aid to rescue a wayward student. That aid came from a fellow professor I would think who was more learned in the divine arts, and that professor brought Chioma into our plane as the quickest most powerful solution to the problem that they could summon."
"I could be wrong though."
”I will need to search the jungle for the flowers I need, regardless. If you wish, I can scout for you, and report back what I see, on my way out.”
"That would be quite helpful. We are looking for encampments of members of a cult calling themselves the Cinderclaws. So far we have seen Boggard and Charau-ka as members. They also carry a particular symbol." Caiten describes the symbol that they found on the Boggards in the Citadel. He also pulls out their map of the area and points to the marked locations of the Cinderclaw pillars. "We have also been told about these strange totem pillars. We have a few of them marked here, but have not been able to confirm their existence. We also do not know if that is all of them. So if you see any more of these pillars, let us know about it. Do be careful, the pillars themselves will attack you if you get close enough."
"I don't know where we will be in a few days from now. Will you be able to find us?"
Sulee chuckles a bit. "Gathering information isn't technically interfering. And passing that information on to their followers is one of several loopholes that the gods exploit constantly. I don't think Chioma will have any trouble finding us if he asks nicely."
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Chioma cocked his head to the side at Yasami’s comment. ”Perhaps. It sounds as though you intend to convey an appreciation for many gods whose aims align with yours, but my Lady’s methods and values do not suit you as well as do another deity’s.”
Cev summarized the situation and Chioma nodded. ”You have the right of it. What matters most is that I find those blooms, and return, as quickly as is feasible.
The angel listens attentively to Caiten’s request. ”I will seek what you ask. And you are right,” he addressed Sulee, bowing low, respectfully. ”I will find you. But it will not take me several days. In the skies, out of the tangle of vegetation, I can make very good time. Until then.” Chimoa bowed to the group of you, and, barring further additions, will prepare to take wing.
Lisi bows back..
"...I suppose there's nothing evil about taking the kishi's collected gems and finery," he comments as the angel wings away.
He chuckles at Yasami. "You're more outspoken than I am, and I don't really like any gods. Did you hear the angel say that they don't interfere with the affairs of mortals? Ha! Most of our earthly problems are due to their meddling. Which does indeed bring us back to Dahak. Shall we be on our way?"
"Did you hear the angel say that they don't interfere with the affairs of mortals? Ha! Most of our earthly problems are due to their meddling."
"And all done through perfectly valid loopholes," Sulee replies looking very primly at Lisi for a second or two. Then drops the look with a grin. "At least from the lawful gods anyway."