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Elrisiel nods, taking her leave silently. After she is out of the temple, she heads to the marketplace, looking to purchase a couple of magic items she thinks may be useful.
Also still here.
El doesn't want any of the listed items. Not sure what (if anything) she'd want to buy either. Maybe a wand or two.
"You're alive!" Elrisiel exclaims. She smiles and chokes back tears before continuing, " You're alive. That's the important part."
El, you may want to check the updated map. There is no way to cast glitterdust without hitting one if us.
The musetouched elf fishes for a pearl in a pocket and propounds its password, prevailing upon its powers to prepare a puissant phrase of power anew.
El utters another incantation, and a cloud of glittery dust descends upon the vanth, the notes threatening to blind him.
El incants another spell. Her ring briefly flows blue at the completion of her incantation, and another jet of flame roars forth toward the vanth from her outstretched hand.
El fires off a pair of jade darts from her outstretched hands, only to watch them fizzle out of existence inches from the vanth's form.
The musetouched elf takes a step back and incants a second fire spell, sending another stream of flame at the vanth.
El quickly incants a spell, and a jet of flame springs from her open palm to strike the vanth.
El makes a dash for cover under the webbed area, hoping to force the vanth to either come down under it with her (thus robbing it of its flight advantage), or else to abandon it's pursuit of the musetouched elf.
The musetouched elf takes a step back from her flying for and recites a short incantation. At its conclusion, a jet of flame streaks out from her outstretched hand toward the vanth.
El raises her hands in an ineffective warding gesture as the vanth bears down on her. The light tap surprises her, but she is able to ward off whatever it was attempting to inflict upon her.
El quickly rattles off the final words if her incantation, and a mass of thick spider webs spring into being, anchoring themselves at appropriate points to prevent the psychopomp from easily flying away.
Elrisiel tenses and readies herself to quickly cast an incantation when the opportunity arises.
El nods to Kheled, eyes on the psychopomps.
"The tanglefoot bags should work; if they don't, I think I might have a solution for it," the musetouched elf says. She looks around at the 'arena' they will be fighting in, looking for places where she could anchor a Web spell. Just prior to the vanth's entrance, El incants an abjuration upon herself.
Letting her halo of golden light flare into existence over her head, Elrisiel silently raises her hand.
El nods slowly, still looking around for any hidden threats. "We should return to the temple and see how they want us to proceed with this, I think."
The musetouched elf, halo still glowing over her head, moves to join Kheled and Myron in placating the woman. "We were told there was a disturbance this way by the city guard, and sent to end it. Are you alright?"
Elrisiel incants the words to a spell of magic detection and moves to peer down the alley the summoned creatures came from.
Cursing her luck, Elrisiel tries a different incantation and sends a pair of jade darts of force into the more injured-looking of the two creatures.
El repeats her gestures and more acid spatters one of the creatures--or at least, in the general vicinity of them.
"Whatever these things are, someone nearby must have used magic to summon them!" El exclaims, flicking more acid at the remaining one.
Yeah, that works. El will eventually have a few ranks in all Knowledge skills.
El flicks more acid at the creatures, unwilling to expend a more powerful spell just yet.
Cursing, El moves forward () and incants a word of power. Flicking her wrist, she sends a glob of acid at the one not grappling Dumah.
El shakes her head. "No idea what those things are," she says, hanging back from the others as they advance on the scuffle.
"The civil authorities of this city are the ones who formerly empowered you to sit in judgment, your honor," the musetouched elf says. "[i]And they are the same ones who have empowered us to act in this present time of trouble. Please, respect their wishes.[/b]"
"Come now, your honor. We all answer to a higher power--you and we both answer to the same powers, in fact. And those powers have charged us with setting things back to order. Let us work together at this, instead."
"Surely, you are not suggesting that the statute of limitations be set aside, your honor!" the musetouched elf chimes in.
El's halo continues to glow over her head as she follows after the party. Spotting trouble, she quietly chants a spell, and a faint shimmering blue light appears momentarily around her silhouette as she finishes.
El turns to the woman. "How do you intend to bring his mind back? And would he even want to come back like this?"
El chimes in, angelic hall glowing over her head, " Please, listen to him! For your own safety, let us handle this!"
"Oh my," El remarks. "Quite the commotion over there. And spells flying about, too."
Elrisiel nods her agreement.
El shakes her head. "I do not have any access to a spell to track such objects," she says.
Elrisiel nods in agreement. "I will be much more useful if I can find a chance to rest and prepare my spells again.
Elrisiel nods. "I'd need some time to prepare. Of course, mundane persuasion might work too, if we can't wait that long."
Elrisiel nods, the halo of light bobbing with her head's movement. "Who knows how difficult it'd be to find the ones holed up in the Necropolis, anyway?"
Elrisiel stays near the middle of the group, the happy of light over her head glowing brightly.
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