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GM: Akatsuki will use her 6,000gp of excess cash to set up a school for riding and the caring of riding animals, as well as the use of the bow and other martial weapons. Since George has proven so adept, she will see if he is willing to become it's first student and assistant teacher and possibly run the place down the road.
Talia greets everyone with their favorite foods... for which Aka thanks her enthusiastically and with a big hug when her arms are no longer full. GM, Bakuu & Sigrit:
Akatsuki presents each with a bundle. "I think each of these would probably be better suited to you than to me. I mean, they were definitely useful and served their purpose admirably, but...Well, I think you should have them."
Just a bit before people have their fill, a tired, gaunt but brilliantly happy Azmur Kell comes in. He bows a little, awkward, but both his eyes and his words are filled with sincere appreciation. "I just wanted to come here and thank you both for saving my Rima and the wee ones she was carrying." His eyes move to each humanoid, meeting their eyes, "If it were not for all of you, we wouldn't now have our William-Fen and Pasaka." Akatsuki let's out a small surprised pleasant intake of breath. "Bah!" The old man complains, "Now all of the little gets in the house want to go out and hunt wolves and dragons. Gonna be pulling them out of the bog for weeks." Despite the complaint, the old man seems to have the tiniest of smiles hiding under the wrinkles. Aka smiles happily. She is more than willing to assist with the bog pulling.
A hollow bang thunders through the tavern as a white plume of brimstone-smelling smoke roils up to the ceiling from a candle. Willem, nodding appreciatively, hands a small bag to Bophre Malak. Aka abruptly sits straight in her seat and looks around the room in alarm...until she determines the cause of the explosion and gives Willem a brief sour yet amused look before turning her attention back to her cocoa.
Akatsuki glances over towards the group again then turns back to Pasara and smiles conspiratorially. Pasara: Pasara thinks a moment before replying, "No, I don't think so. I mean, I haven't really been paying attention. I've been more marveling at how much booze Farmer can pack away in an evening." "Yeah. Do you think he's trying to pickle his organs?"
Akatsuki, looking over at the group, suddenly cocks her head with a thoughtful expression. Pasara or Perception dc15: "Hey, Pasara? Don't suppose you've noticed if George is up and around somewhere, have you? I know it's late, but I've been kind of..preoccupied." another small, somewhat tired smile graces her lips momentarily.
"'Babies'‽" exclaims Pasara. She covers her mouth quickly; she didn't mean to make that much noise. More quietly she continues. "'Babies'? As in 'more than one'?" "Yeah." she whispers back with a sparkle in her eyes and a worried smile, happy for Rima and her husband, but not sure if she should have said anything before the couple made their own announcement. "They got a twofer." her smile grows a little more. "Both a sweet little girl & a rambunctious baby boy. That girl did not seem like she was sure whether she wanted to come out and face the world or not." Aka's expression seems to say Pasara's reaction and her current feelings are already taking some of the harder edges off of the memories of Rima's recent ordeal in her mind's eye. "Guess I couldn't blame her too much once her brother started testing his lungs." she pauses looking off in the distance with a half-smile at the memory, "but once he finally got comfortable and settled down, she showed right up. Almost like he decided everything was okay after all and it was safe for her to come out." another pause "Which means I guess, maybe she'll always have an older brother to look out for her. ...a couple or three hours older, anyway." Her teeth flash in a winsome smile over the edge of her mug. It seems she has gone back to sipping on cocoa instead of the harder drink she had planned when they first arrived back in Belhaim.GM: Seeing Bophre conversing with Willem reminds Aka that she has someone here she considers a charge as well and will drop in to see him. Even if he's already sleeping and just sneaks a peek to make sure all is well.
Aka was apparently oblivious to Pasara's approach and starts as she speaks, "Oh. Hi P'sara. Yeah. Yeah, everything went fine. She's fine. The babies are fine. I..." she hesitates before continuing, "I'm just not at all sure I want to have kids, you know? That...was not easy for her." she winces at certain recent memories.
...And from the chilly fern forest of Volcano's Hale Vicky Mama as well.
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boys, girls, one each, other? The storytelling of Tula's crypt, the ancient monastery and the defeat of the dragon goes on for hours, with people insisting on hearing the best parts of the stories again and again. It is only in the wee hours of the morning that Aka finally gets to rejoin the remaining (very drunk) people. Aka does rejoin the party, but tries as much as possible to find a quiet spot in the shadows in the background and just listens and nurses her drink with an occasional smile. She looks somewhat tired.
"我想我們到了龍的巢穴沒有太快," murmurs Pasara, a little nervously, to Aka. Aka nods back in agreement, "我感覺好多了，如果Sigrit在這裡。" Tien:
"I would feel much better if Sigrit was here."[/b] Childbirthing:
Akatsuki stands ready and anxious to assist in any way she can. GM:
She does have somewhere between 5-7 Lay on Hands left with Mercies of remove fatigue and remove disease, should it prove to be an inordinately long and difficult birth. She will inform Sigrit of these abilities when and if given the opportunity. ...but more than makes up for it with his share of drinking. Once more pressing matters are completed, in this Aka will likely join him. Probably more enthusiastically than would normally be wise.
One person was even bright enough to bring out some fresh horses to give your own exhausted beasts a well-deserved rest. "That was thoughtful." Akatsuki remarks with a smile for Lezara, catching her eye. She also looks around to see if George is around as well. And when the townsfolk notice Azmur and Rima amid your numbers the cheers and congratulations grow. Until someone with a keen eye to health notices Rima's state and she is hurried off to the midwives. Aka catches up to them. Chava and anyone following this: and speaks to Sigrit. "I know you're better at this than I am, but I may be able to help. May I come with you?"
On her way past Pasara, Aka hesitates, leans in and whispers something quickly into Pasara's ear, eyebrows raising part way through. Pasara or Perception dc15+distance: Whatever she said, she does not wait for an answer and hurries off to complete her aforementioned duties. It's a possibility there might be heard the sound of a giggle retreating in the distance. "Don't suppose you'd mind making me something to protect my um, girl parts, would you?"
"On any other beast, I would suggest the tongue for the tenderest cuts, but due to the proximity of the acid, that might be too caustic for even my palate. Try the belly and the flank. The eyeballs are likely delicious as well," Willem says, fashioning the pulleys. "Miss Tanner, would you be kind enough to affix these to the steeds? I'd rather not end this day being kicked by an allegedly tame animal." Aka raises an eyebrow, stares at the carcass a few moments longer, "P'sara, let me get the horses...If I 'member correctly you have more practice as a "Tanner" than I, so maybe you can look this over and deduce where the best scales for boots are. Then you can tackle the steaks issue or someone can point out where they think I should make the incisions and I'll do my best." she leaves Wyrmsmite in it's scabbard resting against the dragon and turns to Rima before exiting to fetch the horses, "Rima? I'll look around where I think your husband is likely to be waiting and fetch him forth on the way back. We'll be back soon."
"Miss Yume, perhaps you could cut a couple choice steaks from the beast for the more gastricly adventurous among us? And if you would be kind enough, enough scales to fashion a pair of boots for me?" Aka turns to Rima, pats her knee (assuming she has taken a seat) and rises, "'scuse me a minute, I think I'm about to get...messy." she looks at the big beast draws Wyrmsmite, which transforms into a wickedly long and sharp carving blade, shakes her head dubiously, "Anyone got any ideas on just where I should be trying to make cuts on this thing to get some sort of steaks?" she does not inspire confidence on having any kind of experience in the kitchen.
She takes a small drink, seeming to savor the water, even if it didn't seem that fresh to Aka. Then a smile for the much younger woman. Rima continues to ration out the water to herself while Willem and the rest figure on how to haul all of their well-deserved treasure from the caves. Aka continues to rummage through her pack, finally stops with a sigh and looks up with a little shake of the head. "Sorry Rima, don't really have a lot to make you more comfortable here." She pulls out an old cloak and a small pouch of trail-mix, folds the cloak to form a wholly inadequate pillow and puts it down next to a wall to lean against. "But we work with what we've got, right?" she motions the pregnant woman over with an entreating smile. "Please? Not exactly sure how long the boys are going to take."
"What of all this did you want to carry out?" Akatsuki gaze wanders from Fenyx to the others, lingers there awhile. "Prob'ly pretty much everything." she says with a shrug, then adds after a moments pause, "Just a guess. Though I don't think we necessarily have to take everything all at once." she continues with a twinkle in her eye, continuing to watch the machinations of the more architecturally inclined.
Aka smiles at the kick, takes out her waterskin, "Wouldn't exactly call it fresh, but water I do have." she takes a small swallow, then offers the rest of the skin to Rima.
Willem nods. "Has anyone chalk?" Aka frowns, shuffles through her pack, "Nope. I have a bar of soap, but..." she shakes her head, dubious that that will take care of whatever Willem is attempting to accomplish.
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A little smile for those closer in the group, "I'm Rima Kell." A little nod, "Do I have my husband, Belhaim, or random chance to thank for my and my unborn babe's rescue?" Aka looks up and offers a pleasant smile, "Probably a little of all of the above would be my best guess." she says, "We should be able to reunite you with your husband shortly." She watches Willem prodding the downed dragon. "Were you serious about dragon steaks, Aka? 'Cause we may have pre-cooked him a little," she says with an impish grin. "No, actually, I was just trying to get him to focus on me, but it does seem to be a waste to let it all just rot away." she shrugs.
Round 6:
Aka AC 25, touch 14, flat-footed 21. . (+11 armor,+4 Dex,) hp 37 (6d10+0) -3hp, -1 negative level Fort +8, Ref +9, Will +8(-3) (+10 total vs. charm/compulsion effects) Acid Resistance: 10 Despite Rima's proven ability to avoid ranged damage, Akatsuki makes sure to place herself directly between the pregnant woman and her former captor, intercepting any attack that may be forthcoming.
Aka
"Oh, and nice new spell, 'Psara." she says with an appreciative smile and duck of the head.
No such thing.
Pasara, cool you were able to get the umlauts over the "u", but I see it and can't help but thinking it's the round of Flumph's!
Round 5: Aka AC 25, touch 14, flat-footed 21. . (+11 armor,+4 Dex,) hp 37 (6d10+0) -3hp -1 neg level Fort +8, Ref +9, Will +8(-3) (+10 total vs. charm/compulsion effects) Acid Resistance: 10 Aka moves to within a 5' free of the dragons full attack range (if she can) and lets loose another arrow. "You are much too big to use a pregnant woman as a shield. I thought the average dragon was smarter than that." Aka
Round 4:
Aka AC 25, touch 14, flat-footed 21. . (+11 armor,+4 Dex,) hp 37(6d10+0)=> 34hp - 1 neg level Fort +8, Ref +9, Will +8(-3) (+10 total vs. charm/compulsion effects) Acid Resistance: 10 Aka mutters to herself, possibly swearing under her breath and moves to and up the wall so she can see what's going on in the dragon's lair and to see if it has another escape route.
"Just once I'd like to fight something that moves more slowly than I do," Farmer says. Aka decides it would probably be best not to respond, much as she would want to. Wasn't there a big bad dragon, a damsel in distress and an innocent life or life to be somewhere around here somewhere? Focus Aka. Focus.
Round 3: Aka AC 25, touch 14, flat-footed 21. . (+11 armor,+4 Dex,) hp 34 -1 neg level Fort +8, Ref +9, Will +8(-3) (+10 total vs. charm/compulsion effects) Acid Resistance: 10 "Get back here flying spicy steaks." Aka runs (30') after the dragon and fires, trying to cause enough damage to it's wing to bring it to ground. Unfortunately, although she does some damage, she is not quite as successful as her previous shot. "Do you really think we're going to let you go?"
"Oh, Hells no." She says, taking aim at the retreating beasts wounded wing.
"See," the dragon says, acid already dripping from his maw, "You say Farmer but all I hear is ." Akatsuki's eyes narrow slightly. She begins musing to herself, "Food. Yes. Dragon steaks, dragon chops, dragon tongue, crispy fried dragonskin from just beneath the underbelly scales or the thin part of the wings, dragon heart, dragon stones...some people say the eyes are best. That's something I have yet to try." Not that she's ever actually eaten anything she's mentioning, but heck, he may not know that. GM:
"Well," Aka huffs, muttering under her breath, "you obviously don't know very well." She seems to have taken afront at being called tough rather than tender as the Aeteperax pretender snubs her as a first choice for his dining pleasure. Then louder, "Haven't you heard good things come to those who wait? Maybe we just set you up to hit you broadside." Round 2: Aka AC 25, touch 14, flat-footed 21. . (+11 armor,+4 Dex,) hp 37 (6d10+0) -3 = 34hp Fort +8, Ref +9, Will +8(-3) (+10 total vs. charm/compulsion effects) Acid Resistance: 10 Flaming arrows continue to fly from her bow as Akatsuki slides closer to Fenyx and Farmer. Most ricochet harmlessly off the dragons thick armored scales, but one sinks home, where joint of wing meets body to devastating effect.
Aka
Round 1: Aka AC 25, touch 14, flat-footed 21. . (+11 armor,+4 Dex,) hp 37 (6d10+0) Fort +8, Ref +9, Will +8(-3) (+10 total vs. charm/compulsion effects) Acid Resistance: 10 Akatsuki (having already taken a step closer,) let's off a full barrage of flaming arrows.
Aka
Cool. Well, should be interesting then.
Is the Precious Moments Chapel a real house of religion or a show case for the Precious Moments figures/artwork/line/whatever they are?
"Akatsuki no Yume, Hunter of dragons and other foul, slithering creatures" she puts her left foot a half-step forward and performs a short bow while never taking her eyes off of her opponent she continues "both below and above the earths crust, here to show you the error of looking too much into the darkness and to untether your bindings to this land so you may at last be free to travel the stars you once looked on with favor or perhaps this time to greet the Sunlight at Dawn." She fingers Wyrmsmite's hilt, activating the Dragonbane ability to all alies within 30' . Meanwhile the weapon in her left hand bursts into flame. She continues to watch the massive green beast with curiosity to see what if any reaction he might have to her words.
GM: Her hand begins to glow and passes over the bloody holes in her armor and clothes.
leveled. I think.
Willem rubs his head. "I am terribly sorry, Miss Yume. Curse me for a fool if you will. No less than I deserve." "No need, Master Willem." Akatsuki replies with a consoling grin. (Those with a high enough sense motive can probably sense the inner battle to refrain from reaching out and mussing the ratkin's top hair.) Her hand begins to glow and passes over the bloody holes in her armor and clothes. "Luckily, you were good enough to clue me into what was happening before hand, so I was at least mentally prepared." She ducks her head at him, and upward curve still framing her lips, "Thank you for that, at least, my friend."
"Oh Hellz no."
Round 2: Aka AC 25, touch 14, flat-footed 21. . (+11 armor,+4 Dex,) hp 32 (5d10+0) Fort +7, Ref +8, Will +7 (+10 total vs. charm/compulsion effects) Bless: +1 to hit Aka
"Irresistible compulsion, I'm afraid. As I said, these things control minds." "Oh. Well. I guess that was a good way to do it then." She concedes.
"Oh damn. Did you really have to let it loose?" Aka involuntarily shies slightly away from the grey matter before "Sunlight at Dawn" shooting two fiery arrows.
Round 1: Aka AC 25, touch 14, flat-footed 21. . (+11 armor,+4 Dex,) hp 32 (5d10+0) Fort +7, Ref +8, Will +7 (+10 total vs. charm/compulsion effects) Bless: +1 to hit
Aka
"Eww." Aka looks at the thing in the globe with obvious distaste. Then after a pause, "What's a brain ooze?"
"Sounds good to me." Aka agrees.
Akatsuki follows the directions as best as she is able.
"The pit symbolizes the darkness of chaos and the path
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"..and you shot Maffei. Well... shot through her? Not exactly sure if she was actually hurt or not." Akastuki adds.
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