Donato... is this thing dead? That's okay, but I want the truth. If you can't keep this up, that's okay. However, it seems deader than any form of doornail.
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I like the new pic, Donato.
Celia lags behind, still busy staring until everyone else is moving forward, at which points she shoots towards them like the spacecraft they arrived on Castrovel in. "Ihopetheyha'asenseo'humor!"
"Awesome, tha' fit o' tha--!"
I think it's time for a tackling.
"Whooooaaa!" Celia waves her arms up and down, half expecting to need to keep her balance in the air like a bird. After the initial novelty has worn off (and she's accomplished a backflip in the air), she ascends after the Valai and her faithful goat, one fist up into the air.
Celia looks to William expectantly before she replies to the tiefling with an affirmative nod.
"Calistria has toerings?!"Celia asks with genuine interest, eyeing the climb like a towering monster.
"Oh... really...? Can you introduce me to a few of them?" Celia asks, looking back at the ranks of bewitched soldiers. ---
"And here I was worried you turned away from light entirely!" Celia exhales in deep relief. "I do not serve forces of genocide, see... You would have had cause for such a hatred, yes, but oh, thank Cailean." You enslave people, but you don't slaughter children... Wait, does he even know about the compulsions? "You do know your soldiers are bewitched, right?"
Celia seems unable to understand the goat, now, with the exception of those few phrases she's memorized. The spell is gone until later... "How far are you going to go? Is this going to be a razing...? Or simply an assault? What of the cowardly, the children, and the old and sick?"
"And your soldiers... did they suffer from similar circumstances? Where have you even been living?" Celia, you know they're under than intolerable spell and likely don't want anything to do with this, so the answer is going to be no... Shhh! Quiet, me! This is a much better idea that the original one of pinching all of those elven butts in an attempt to unbewitch!
"M'not a godling, though there was that moment of confusion on the surface of the sun, mind." Celia responds, her accent gone in Sylvan due to the perfectionism of her parental teacher, squid rest his soul. "I'm just a servant, see... Which would explain why I don't know anything at all, really. Can't even understand a word of your other language." She makes an sidelong bleeting sound to William that she has come to expect to mean,'go along with it', assuming any goat of Valai's to be well-learned.
Come on, Celia! Gotta bond, 'ere! Gotta get inta his poor, tormented head! It must have been terrible, indeed, what with the squishin' and the crunchin', enough to knock him off the rocker he might have had once.
Celia blinks up at Variel after giving William a quick pat on the head, as if trying to figure him out, though her eyes are wide and clueless; largely because she cannot understand a single word he is saying. The gears in her head turn until she comes upon the idea of speaking in the other language she knows.
Sylvan: "You lost something important, didn't you. To them, I mean."
No, I mean, Variel speaks Elven, and Celia can't understand a word of it.
"Tha only thing we can, Elkay!" Celia responds with tenacity. "We carry on, though perhaps... we also tes' a few boundaries, yah? Keeping violence from our hearts, a' course. Cailean won't leave us here to rot." With that, Celia begins sprinting to the fore, seeing the party's destination far ahead and wondering how megalelfomaniac will respond.
WHOOO!
Celia's face melts. It should have been so much easier, but to fight potentially innocent creatures with likewise innocent elves. "I still cannae understand a word he says, Valai, but I saw the fear in the soldier's eye... sorry for gettin' so snippy at ya, bein' that you were right an' all..." She thrums her fingers on her arms.
Oh dear....! Oh, and it's my birthday today! WHOO~
"Oi, Valai... Calm the 'eck down!" Celia implores, sounding more concerned than angry, but she tries to pull off the latter, just the same.
Ha! Good point!
"Glad ta' know I will suffice as a last resort, Valai, and that my spectral keester is af' an' covered if I need a guide ta the underworld an' such." Celia snorts, or at least attempts to snort as Zellyser laughs (which grants him a head-cocking on Celia's part). "-but that's a given, yeah. I don't want any of us to end up as what my dear father called a Scrunchling." Celia nods at the tiefling's advice.
Level completed, as per alias profile.
I will et on this. Thanks for the level up!
It might be too late now, but may I update my prepared spells?
Celia gets a look of ridiculous bravado on her face.
"I find things tend ta' work best when you don't waste time noodlin' it out, li'. Our lives are bles'd an' absurd."
"Thank ya, Keth!" Celia chimes, smiling at the nesting-suits.
It doesn't take much for Celia to finish suiting up. She stands behind Zellyser.
"Ah! Or, even better... Keth! Can you be a dear an' get my helmet?"
Oh, well then. I would say Celia would ruuuun back to the ship to get her helmet. She's still wearing the suit, just not the helmet.
Celia salutes Variel (incorrectly, by any naval standard) over the language barrier, also speaking in common. "If they started it, we'll help you end it, best we can, li'-but we weren't sent 'ere by your people so much as by the god of fortune 'imself!"
Celia's eyes go buggy at the sight of the transformed LK. A "Bwuh?" seems to be all she can manage.
"Ahaa~! LK, dunnae get so close until we know what is goin' on!"
Celia shimmies up the nearest statue, staring owlishly into the distance. Her left ear twitches in reaction to the android's shouting, but the gnome doesn't join in, her curiosity tempered with caution. Even the presence of statues gets her a little pensive, so she had to use the things to her advantage.
Understood.
"Cayden be praised! This is gonna be awesome!" the gnome declared, proceeding to roll around in the dirt and muck of the jungle. She also ends up grabbing a sprig of something on one pass and rolls back in the direction of the goat to proffer a frond of something or other.
"Oh, but there's always tha' chance we get all three at tha' same time, but we don't live when we aren't movin' or doin' or something, a' least." As if to punctuate her point, she flicks the exit hatch.
"That's fine by me!" Celia announces, pawing at the exit with more gusto. "But canna we get out of here, please?! I wanna see outside!"
"What fortune, luck, and all that. I mean, what were tha' chances?" the gnome asks no one in particular during the landing sequence, assuming in advance that the landing was going to be just fine. The accidental god had already pulled through.
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Muchas gracias. :)
Everything alright, Mr. Donato?
"-so, we thought we could use a pulley, the now-dead squid was just too darn 'heavy, and so cap'n Neems in out flatboat, 'e decides to go an'-," Celia somehow manages to talk adeptly, even with food in her mouth during the meal, somehow veering very, very far off topic before the beast in question shows up. However, one could get the idea that the purple-haired gnome really doesn't like squid. After the sighting of the ship-eater and the mechanic's dire warnings, the gnome follows in Valai's footsteps (albeit with much less swearing. Again, she uses her racial abilities to talk to Valai's goat during the fact, bleating awkwardly as her face moves with a rabbitish quality. "Gonna be okay, William. It's gonna be, I mean. Tell Valai that, too. If I tell her, it's going to sound like preaching, because I think my friend in heaven will make it so, or we'll be too dead ta notice."
Realization dawns on the gnome.
"Well, ya seem alive enough to me." Celia announces, patting the android on what she hopes is his back. "Mr. Mechanic, can ya talk some sense inta him before he kills us all by confusion? Not so sure if he's gonna come outta this spiel anytime soon-we used ta haul a wizard like this..."
"Ze-lie-zur?"Celia attempts, wrinkling her nose with effort. "Please tell me I got that one right, ya? And sorry, I don't... I don't know of Elkay Exaytifive... but I'm not very well, connected." The gnome lets her words hang there apologetically, though she suspects that Elkay didn't survive for 2000 years. She puts a hand on William and tries to scratch him behind his goaty ears. "Valai called me a high priestess, but I'm really jus' an itinerant servant, and my god is new, ya! He was a man, once, and 'e got really hammered and woke up a god! True story!"
._. Santa clause.
Celia flares her nostrils like a rabbit for a moment, one gnomish ear twitching a bit as she appears to process Valai's mountain of words. She seems to understand enough of it, however, to punctuate the ending of introductions with a smile and a wave. "Welcome to the party, then!" Celia beams. "Though it would be right an' proper to know everyone at the table. And sorry if I interrupted something, li'."
Silly Donato, you just switched clauses.
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