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"Sorry for that Teresa. What will you do with the lantern?" "I'm...I'm not sure yet." the elf says feeling the weight of the light in her hands. Absent-mindedly, she suddenly remembers an elephant in the courtyard and thinks on it. 322 imagines that she can hears the faint yells of surprise from below. "Of course it does not matter if we can't bring that back. Is the case clear? Can we not just smash it? The rest will not keep the Pathfinders busy forever!"
Feeling the bulk of Zey's dropped body, 322 holds the lantern in one hand while plunging the dagger down in the other.
"We aren't out with the Key yet. And any mage worth his salt has contingencies. He would track us down. And I am tired of being followed." GM: If that kills him, 322 will activate the lantern. If not, rinse and repeat next round.
Realizing the angry man still isn't stirring, 322 casts another curative spell on him.
The elf then draws out a dagger and fumbles about to feel for Zey's body. "It is something that means Zey won't stop us." GM:
The Taldan healed, 322 drifts towards where Zey fell. She fishes in her cloak to touch the cool metal of a lantern. Aklo: "Enough Zey. More than you it seems."
We fought fire with fire!
322 spins and flies to Shohiraj, a scroll springing out from her wrist sheath as she does so.
Seeing Zey 'port across the room, 322 lets out a frustrated sigh and flies back towards the Master of spells, casting a curative spell on Gazwyr as she moves.
Aklo: "Come on dragon: grab him again. Zey isn't a sorceror - he can't hop around forever!"
As the lightning splays out around Aram Zey, 322 takes a deep breath, then glides forward. Drawing upon the croll's energy, she casts Heal and touches the halfling.
Aklo:
"Feeblemind. Bah! Hold on Joliryn." 322 fishes a scroll out of her pocket as she attempts to dispel the multiple Zeys.
Aklo then Auran, especially to Rataji:
"What is wrong with the halfling?"
In Aklo, then Auran: "That's the wrong Zey! He has to be here somewhere. Maybe invisible, maybe miraged."
At Shohiraj's alert, 322 flaps her dark wings to fly over the floor towards Zey. She calls out as she does so. "Zey. As arrogant as I heard. This is not personal. but it must be done." As she flies forwards, she reaches out towards the Master of Spells and a ghostly hand flies towards him as she casts a spell of her own
As Shohiraj nears finishing the lock, 322 will sprout wings of darkness. Almost there...
As they see the target door ahead, 322 focuses, trying to draw out a power she only partially can control.
She also shields herself with certainty.
322 glances nervously at the dragon now with them. This was unexpected. What does he want with Zey's books? I he aware of something we are not? "If we are going then we should get moving. There are many more men now: alerts will be raised."
322 looks at the new arrivals curiously as they exit the tapestry's rift-portal. The elf declines to take the lead as Rataji spins his pitch towards them, but tries to chime in when the openings present themselves.
A bit taken aback - even by her own experiences - at the quick, efficient, and brutal takedown of the three guards, the elf stands looking around in the corridor. "It looks like we may be past that R.
Well, the course appears decided then. 322 thinks to herself as the half-orc and their leader launch themselves into the fray. Still not entirely giving up on the trickery strategy, 322 turns to the armored Iomedean and gives him a little gift.
The elf's elongated ears perk up as she hears snippets of conversation beyond. "People inside. Pathfinder guards. Probably more clever than those 'foo' creatures, but humans can be tricked. Maybe we could get them to leave to reinforce the gate? Some of us hide, others act the part of wounded Pathfinders straggling to the back lines?"
The elf nods at the halfing, theif, and half-orc "We have a mission. All of us have a part to do, don't we. And you've helped me as well. I do not mind doing the same."
322 stands over the remains of one of the foo lizards. These creatures, they CHOOSE to be bound into service. And they find that honorable. This was a release. Looking around, she looks around at the injuries marring Shohiraj, Zurnzal, and Joliryn. "There should not have been fighting in here. Not yet at least. Come here and let me mend those." The elf pulls out a thin wand from her belt. [b]"Don't worry. This will be less, upsetting than before.
322 holds out her hand as a sickly green ray fires out towards the remaining creature, before moving around towards the injured Shohiraj.
"Yes, of course." 322 says as she casts a cure serious wounds spell and makes her way towards the brawler. "Thank you for firing that before I assist him." And cancel that thanks for speaking THAT aloud. Of course, he's the leader. The Professor would have given him my information. But now I am that to them too. A number. Keeping up a thin smile until she passes that wizard - at which point her expression drops considerably, the elf touches her compatriot. Dark purple tentacles erupt from the edges of each of the half-orc's cuts and scrapes, reaching out towards each other as they knit the space between closed. A faint stench of decay fills the air.
322's eyes turn black as she shakes off her surprise and breathes deeply. Her eyes lock onto the closest lizard as she fixes it in her mind. That mental image begins overlapping with a flurry of other thoughts - black, screams, whispers in the night, cold, so cold, the growing dreams. With a final yell, 322 whips her head back as a dark freezing vaccuum erupts around the lizard.
As Rataji and the other head towards the central tower, 322 moves with them, conjuring a garb of shadow around herslef as she does so. She is unsure of where the wizard is taking them first, but that is not her concern right now. Nor is that chill. Or that bulge. No,no focus now. Thinking about it makes you panic, makes you despair, makes you angry. Focus.
Shohiraj, Joliryn: 322 glances over to Shohiraj, then turns back to Joliryn.
"That issue may have already been taken care of. Butwe may have time before he calls us back to begin. Show me, if you like."
Seeker's Plaza: 322, knowing what to look for, observes Shohiraj nervously as she approaches the installation of the mammoth and its rider. Her stomach quakes as the rogue tinkers for what seems like agonizingly long seconds, but finally the Taldan seems to have completed the job and stride back to the elf.
"That was good." she whispers to Shohiraj as she continues her stroll through the plaza. And it seems you placed it correctly. I can...feel it. When the time comes to truly begin, I can make it romp." Looking around, 'Teresa' muses quietly. "What do you think the others are doing? Do you think they may have schemes of their own?"
Spoiler: As Shohiraj and 'Teresa' approach the statue (and unfortunately, also people) filled plaza, the elf whispers to the Taldan. "If you can slip this," she holds out the strange dark hexagon, "onto one of these statues, I believe that I may be able to manipulate it to assist us. Or at least cause people to notice it - and not whatever we are doing. Liekly the mammoth or the insect-thing."
"I can try myself, but you seem more...adept at the underhanded."
Tent: "I'm happy at least you had some accomplishment." 322 takes another sip of the wine and looks off into the distance towards the Seeker's Plaza. As Marnarius and Rataji speak of distractions she comments.
"I have a potential distraction of my own. If you think an animated mammoth could draw some eyes away. But it would require subtlety and careful sleight of hand or finesse. I could use some assistance, I it could be spared."
Tent: Unsure of where any of the others are, 'Teresa' heads towards the tent. Seeing Shohiraj, Marnarius and Rataji there when she arrives, the elf immediately takes a flute of wine and drinks it as she moves towards the other woman. "I don't think we understood each other. And I would appreciate a warning the next time I am left to engage in public speaking."
Statue: As Shohiraj vanishes into the crowd again 322 looks around in confusion "That is what I was talking about, though not how I meant it."
Her scowl and search for the rogue is interrupted when she suddenly notices that the halfling seem to be calling out to her. And putting the eyes of the crowd on her as well. Eyes wide, 322 slowly walks towards the center stage and begins, cautiously speaking. "There {cough} there are many Gods. We know this. Gods of light and of dark and of fire and of rain. Some are good, and some are bad, and a few care little either way. But while we may not always understand their full design, at each one's core a God has a goal and a set of beliefs and codes it lives by. The Gods we know of course. But there are other beings worshiped in the night. Things beyond our world and our lives, that some seek to draw strength and purpose from. and those Gods are cold and alien, and to supplicate to them invites nothing but tragedy. I...I heard of an instance once, where a set of wise scholars thought to tap into some of the sloughed-off power from one such creature. Their motives were, opaque. They may have even convinced themselves that they did so for the betterment of their own world, for their cult's regalia was filled with masks and icons of birds and fish and creatures of Golarion. They even sought to touch to Beyond carefully, not directly through their own hands but through the intermediary of a...boy, raised for that very purpose. And at first there was great success. The boy grew strong. At first alone and weak, he could touch things from afar, fly to the highest point in the sky, and even knit wounds together again. But not everything was as simple as it seemed, and everything has its cost. The ghostly strength invited in madness and crippled focus. Mended flesh was sealed with strange worms of decay. The Beyond-worshippers saw these things, but were too convinced of their own superiority to be afraid. They tried first tightening their methods. It did not work - the boy grew stronger They then tried to drain some of his strength out of him. It did not work, the boy resisted and several were slain. Undeterred, they found holds on the boy, threads that would tie him to them even as they set him out a distance away. Surely that would give them the benefits of this Beyond strength with none of the risk? And for a while it worked. But they kept forgetting that what they were doing was not normal. And The bizarre and wild and uncontrollable are unsafe for many reasons, not the least of which is that they stand out. And There were other creatures out there who could see the group's hubris and their triumph. And those creatures had other plans." She trails off silently at this vague ending. After a moment, she wordlessly excuses herself and heads back into the crowd.
Spoiler: Spotting Shohiraj in the crowd, the elven woman squeezes her way through the throng listening to the halfling's speech and makes her way towards her acquaintance. Once next to her, she whispers quietly, hoping to be overlooked by the crowd rapt in tales of Durvin Gest.
"It's good to see a known face. I have a thought, but I need advice on how to sneak or distract people. You seem...gifted at that, yes?"
Seeker's Plaza: 322 wanders the plaza, glancing around at each of the statues. These are more to the point. And 'Seekers': those are the greatest of this Society? Perhaps these simulacrums could maintain some of their talents then.
She strolls around the walls and sizes up the carved images. Vetis: A mage. Intriguing, but arcana is the least likely to be maintained by the stars. Reliably anyway. Kayama: ...This fool is one of their elites? Aster: That certainly would be an impressive resume. Of course it easy to claim to kill a creature whose probably been dead for millenia. Besides, how useful could a rider be when faced with divine wrath? Zapit: Now that is formidable. But it is also a gnome. Could Fluffy have been an illusion? Well, regardless the statue itself certainly seems solid stone. Lari: That name sounds familiar... The elf allows herself a small grin. Yes, these could be perfect test subjects. If only the area was less busy and crowded and cramped. I will need a distraction. Musing, she makes her way towards the Statue of Durvin Gest. There is still time, and perhaps one of her allies could assist.
322 strides through and plant-lined walk glancing at each stone head in turn, but frowning. It's a trick here, not real. Minor illusion magic any apprentice could do. It's not anything important - certainly not her. Still, the elf shakes her head and continues on. The squat heads have some bulk but little to no mobility or options. Yes, that is a reason to disqualify them.
322 seems a bit lost and nervous at the large crowd as the group enters through the main gate. Still there's no helping it now. Just go, and work and it can be done. "We should meet, to regroup." the elf says as her allies seem about to splinter. "The 'Center House' should be central? talk back there, in a half-hour?" Thinking about Shohiraj and Rataji's's words, the elven woman will make a path heading through Baphory's Walk, Seeker's Plaza, and finally the statue of Durvin Gest, keeping a keen eye out for any statues or carvings that are both impressive and relatively unseen for her to slip the animating device onto. Her eyes focus more towards any snippet about Aram Zey.
"Sorry. I think I chose my words poorly. My tool may be able to bring something to life. I don't know what thing would be most useful - look around while we're there, and see if you spot an idea."
"Dispelling other magics. Especially light." The elf thinks for a moment, before cautiously adding. "I also have a device of my own. It could be useful to animate things. One thing in particular. If in our mission any of you see something that could be of use, let me know. A subtle ally could be of use." She didn't say it was a secret. And if it is, then that is her flaw. She is not the master of everything.
"Zey, he is known. A strong mage. Undoubtedly warded. Stealing from him will not be easy." 322 replies slowly, frowning. How did they know, how do they always know? Her reach is everywhere, they're everywhere... Shaking her head, she answers the Mwangan taking charge. "Teresa, as I said. I am a caster of some sorts as well. Healing, the inverse, darkness, madness. The details are...best left unsaid." She thinks hard at Rataji's last words. "For disclosure, when threatened my thoughts can, shift. Taldane, Elven, Draconic, all blocked from me. All except the words of the sky and that beyond it." The elf takes another large bite of a wffle. Still chewing, she says. "Do any of you possess that spring-arm device? If not, do you know where I can purchase one? I have certain items where quick access could assist."
At 8:02, a pale elven woman enters the Reaver. As she pulls down her cloak's hood to reveal a beautiful but wan face, her eyes dart around nervously. One hand in a pocket as her fingers absent-mindedly trace a hexagon that should not exist, she eyes the humans around before speaking. "Is this the serpent's mission? Three...Teresa. You should have expected me. I'm sorry I am late. I -" Wanted to wait until the sun was high in the sky before leaving "had maters that could not be helped." She notices the plate of waffles at the room's center and strides towards it. Grabbing a handful, she begins eating them ravenously. "So, Shohiraj. And our host. I understand there is an assignment in the works. What is it?"
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