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I noticed the major slow down as well, and I agree I think we are dead in the water. I hoped a new character would spark things up a bit, but it has not. Good luck everyone in your gaming! Hope to see y’all around the boards!
Carinthia accepts the offered drink from the gnome with a nervous smile. Her hand is shaking and she asks her "Di...did you hear that? I...I think I'm losing my mind..." She looks the drink over before taking a sip. Her expression goes from scared to confused as she holds the liquid in her mouth. She considers spitting it out, but as that would be rude and quite unlady-like, she instead decides to just quickly swallow it. "What...what was that!? Why was it tickling my mouth?"
Tallak’s already dead. So he’s fine with the plan as is.
”That would be nice. I’m not accustomed to a life in chains,” she replies. Though it has been the life I’ve been forced into for...for who knows how long now? A week? A month? Carinthia suddenly goes wide eyed and jumps in fright, looking around her as if something were about to attack her from any direction.
Carinthia smirks, ”Well, if you need a damsel in distress,” she holds up her hands, the chains still attached and wrapped around her arms, ”it would appear I’m already dressed for the part.”
Carinthia sits down when Vashta tells her this information. ”I don’t even really know where we are. And...and I don’t have anything to go back to. It would seem that everything I held dear has been taken from me,” she says, wrapping her arms across her midsection as she leans forward and hangs her head sadly. ”If...if you’ll have me, I’d like to try and earn my keep here as thanks for my rescue.”
Carinthia follows the others as they return to this village that was made up of people who looked just like the shaman who was acting as her captor. She stayed to the middle of the group, looking at the villagers warily as they give her looks as well. Despite the intense cold, she seems to weather it better than expected despite her lack of winter clothing. Though it is clear she is not accustomed to walking through the snow as she does so clumsily and slowly, using her glaive as a walking staff to steady herself. She looks somewhat relieved when they arrive at a caravan filled with folks that look to be descended from normal Golarion lines like Varisians, Chelaxians, Ulfen, and others. Even so, she is still clearly distressed and upset by everything that has happened.
”Yes...it is cold...” Carinthia says as she rubs her hands across her exposed arms. You can see she has started to shiver just the slightest bit.
Carinthia looks to those talking, eyes growing concerned once more. "Dragon? What about a dragon?"
Carinthia dries her eyes on the back of her arm. ”The shamans. And I...I don’t know how I got here. One minute I was on my way to the Worldwound to help the Crusade, and the next...” her eyes glaze over a moment, then she shudders in Calder’s arms. She reaches a delicate hand up to hold onto his forearm as if for reassurance, then adds ”a flash of magic and I’m surrounded by snow and ice.” She looks to Ameiko and nods appreciatively before standing and returning the hand axe and pick to Calder. ”Thanks. Now that I have my own weapon I don’t need those anymore,” she says as she takes her glaive from Tunuak’s stash.
When the shaman falls, Carinthia just stands and glares down at him, her whole body shaking. The fire glowing in her eyes slowly fades, until their natural emerald luster returns. After a moment, she drops the pick and slumps back against the cold stone wall of the tunnel and slides down it, pulling her knees up to her chest and resting her head on them as she holds them in place with her arms. She sits silently for a short time, until Calder addresses her. Her head snaps to him like that of a startled child. "I...I don't know. I was...alone. He found me in the snow, I...I thought he was going to help me. He led me here, then chained me to that altar and prepared for his ritual." Something about the way she says "his" seems odd. She looks you all over and says, "Thank you all for your help and saving me. Whatever he had planned...the world is better that you stopped it. But...I don't know if saving me was worth the trouble. It...it would probably be best...if...if..." she mutters as tears begin to roll down her cheeks. She hides her face in her knees, her red hair falling down either side of her head and legs.
As the combat intensifies, a red sheen can most definitely be seen growing in Carinthia’s eyes.
Carinthia maneuvers to put the shaman between herself and the Ulfen man that had given her weapons. She attempts to bury the pick into him once again, but her feet slip on the ground a bit and she fails to connect.
I have some Mirror Images and a Shield up.
The moment the shaman is revealed, Carinthia clenches her teeth and rushes the man, raising the pick in two hands and attempts to bring it down into the man’s heart!
Carinthia looks around frantically, missing where the Ulfen man pointed. ”Where!?!?” she calls out desperately!
Carinthia’s Head snaps around at Zoli, and the halfling could swear her eyes were glowing red for a split second! Carinthia clenches them shut and mutters to herself ”No. No. No,” and does a moment of deep breathing. She then turns and just nods at the halfling before pressing her back to the wall.
Carinthia looks to the rest of the new people around her, and says ”I appreciate your help. I am the one he is after. So let me be the bait. The rest of you hide and strike once he has put himself in a bad position.” She then moves around the bend and positions herself squarely in the middle of the tunnel. She turns towards the direction of the shaman, and once the rest are in position as they desire, she calls out ”Come on you old devil! You and I have a score to settle! I can wait here all day for my chance to make you pay for what you planned to do!”
Carinthia takes the pick and tests it’s weight, then tucks the axe back into the waist band of her armored skirt. She then readies the pick for an attack against the shaman the moment he appears. Have to remember to return these once I find my own weapons.
Not to Carinthia! I remember what happened last time you gave me barkskin!
A single tear rolls down the shaken girls cheek. ”I...I’d rather not talk about it. I’m Carinthia Sunsong,” is her somber reply. She tightens her grip on the small axe in her hand and prepares to attack the shaman the moment he appears.
Carinthia looks to the ground and shakes her head. Her eyes then flare red briefly. She looks somewhat panicked, and goes through the motions and incantations of some magic. A shield appears in front of her briefly before fading, then three more copies of her appear and begin oscillating through her quickly. She looks legitimately scared and shocked, as if she wasn’t expecting to do that.
Carinthia moves over to the badly injured woman that had helped rescue her and places a hand upon her shoulder. Nothing happens, and Carinthia looks at her hand expectantly before pulling it away and folding her arms across her midsection, as if trying to hide her hands from sight. ”I...I’m sorry. I don’t seem to be able to help you...”
”I’m nobody’s you old devil! The only way you will strap me to that altar again is if it’s my lifeless corpse!” She then bolts around the northern edge of the pit towards the shaman.
As she pulls herself to the surface with the rope, she stands and throws her arms around the man that helped her to freedom. Looking over his shoulder, however, she quickly lets him go and says ”That’s him! The man that captured me!” She steps aside and takes the handaxe from her waistband and adds ”You’ll pay for what you planned to do to me!” The woman’s eyes almost seem to darken with malice as she prepares to try and cleave into the man, despite his flying.
”Yeah...a rope would be nice!” the woman says as she continues scaling the wall of the pit.
"By the Rose, finally!" Carinthia says excitedly as she sits up from the alter. She reaches down and grabs the axe, then looks to the walls of the pit containing her.
"By the Rose, finally!" Carinthia says excitedly as she sits up from the alter. She reaches down and grabs the axe, then heads up the stairwell as fast as she can, the chains rattling against the stone as she moves.
The woman continues to strain with all she has against the chains, hoping to free herself.
Carinthia grunts as she strains against the cold steel. She strains with every muscle she can against them, her body shaking from the effort. ”Please! Someone get me free! Shelyn, give me strength!”
Looking towards the commotion above, the woman calls out anxiously, ”He-hello!?!? Is someone up there? Please! You have to help me!” She reflexively begins pulling at her restraints once more.
The woman seems to calm herself after a few moments, but she continues to look anxious. Not surprising, given her dreadful situation. She is clothed in armor clearly not meant for this climate. Her arms, midriff, legs and feet are bare. The symbol of Shelyn is etched and painted ornately on the chest piece of her armor, and her lower body is protected by an armored skirt of lamellar style armor that matches her chest piece. Her chains rattle some more as she twists around on the altar, doing her best to get comfortable. Her bonds do not allow her much freedom to move, however, and she grunts in discomfort at the ache of laying on this slab in the same position.
The sound of crying can blow be heard coming from the woman below. She isn’t outright sobbing, but it is clear from the sniffling and change in breathing that she has started crying. Those who can see her can see some gold colored tears running down her cheek, and she reflexively pulls at her chains holding her arms, trying to wipe them away. As the steel bites into her wrists, she clenches her teeth and scowls back at her undead jailers, ”Why don’t you just come down here and finish it, you mindless beasts! Come on! Finish it!” she yells, violently pulling at her chains. She then gets a panicked look in her eyes. She closes them forcefully and tries to focus her breathing to a calmer rhythm.
::Why me? What have I done to deserve this, Eternal Rose? Just please send me a sign that I am still in your favor. Or, if not, how I can redeem myself in your eyes...:: |