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Kalla catches the sounds around her and goes "Hmmmm... good but as olld man Jack at the pleasure houses would say, all tunes get better with a bit of smut." so the bard invents a whole bunch of lyrics to go along with the enchanted echoing music that have the innocent blush and the not so innocent... Well, it distracts from the melodies being anywhere near malevolent.
Kalla is still nearly through the plants when the hubbub happens. Knowing if she rushes back, she'll probably step on somoe vine of another, so she waits... quietly and still... which is hard for her. She does consider trying Laz's trick with petting the plants, it looks very interesting, but once again No, she just waits... patiently.
"Good Jo-" Kalla started to beam at her companions... even Ursula... but stops short as they are surrounded by huge plants "how do these things sneak up on us, they have slathoring teeth and, grabbing leaves, and ugh... not a walk to church morning is it?" the bard whispers more out of nerves than any help, as she tries to slip past the critters without too much pain.
Kalla dashes next to the Las, "Missed one, there, oh, bother and spit!" the bard trips more than she triggers.
Kalla moves around the statues, humming a bit as the looks for details.
"Ya, looks like the acorns are going stop, little bit. I got a sack here" Kalla rummages in her pack then hands it to the fey "Gather up what you can of the nummy-corns then head back where you came from, okay?" she gazes sternly over her glasses to make her point.
Kalla is not used to be fawned over by so many concerned. It blossoms a startled but happy little smile. "I just kind of attract the ire of our enemies it seems, don't it." she manages, once the arrow is out and the bite of the bitter but delicious brown stuff goes down. "Thanks, Laz, Dawn, Shar, and..." the bard finally notices the small blue fey clutched by Laz. "Have you adopted this little guy here? Hello." she holds out her hand to shake his. "Want to tell us, what in the hells you were doing all this for?"
Again the world comes rushing back, a race, a splash, a shocking uprightness that is covered in the smell of pine and sunlight. "Thanks... Dawn" she manages to croak and as she rolls over and looks at the battle. She thinks, no reason to get up, as she raises her hand and pelts the nearest bad guy in a trio of magical orbs.
"Sajan, I'll distract them while to dig your way out!" Kalla hopes to distract the enemy by thinking he'll dig instead of climb, which would be a really bad idea if Sajan decided to go that route. Kalla raises her hand , pointing at the nearest bluehead and fired a trio of magic orbs at its head.
"Good" Kalla yells down to him, and then yells to the others "WATCH OUT FOR PITS!"
"Okay, it's probably best to wait them out, give them time to pani-" Kalla has a moment to think about strategy, before realizing Sajan is already at the walls punching the fae into a bloody mess. "Oh, hells, FINE" her words inspiring the others to perform their own deeds of impetuousness as she rushes after the monk.
Kalla takes a breath, then two, maybe three, before she slides her sword back into the sheath on her back and takes the box from Ursula. She looks at the retreating noble in slight confusion, then looks into the box to see what is there. While she walks (carefully, but not Overly carefully) with the container back to Laszlo since he asked politely.
"Thanks Dawn" Kalla throws a beaming smile back at the dwarven lady. Directing her attention to the other lady hunched over the box "And... good idea burning the paper boar to stop the bush boar. Is there a snake and an owl in there too? Thinking burning them before they decide to get frisky would be nice as well" she keeps her bastard sword at the ready, pointed at the owl.
"Of course, I'm trying to break it, It is trying to Gore you with its branch tusks!" Kalla snipes back, misunderstanding the object of the pronoun usage.
Battles are a confusing chaos of violence, blood, shattered branches, and more running than anyone is comfortable with. Kalla gets into it with a gusto, so much that realizing which bush beast she is hacking into is lost in the melee. So as an... ape? yep Ape, falls to silent rustling, she is running Again toward a boar she thinks. And the arrogant one. "Why Helllloooo, good lady, fancy meeting you Way over here. ever heard of teamwork, staying with your party... stuff like that..." Kalla pants a bit as she prepares to chop her sword like an axe again.
Seeing that the bush is near its last breath... breeze? Maybe. Kalla pushes the thought aside and tries to trim the rest of its head off with wild swings.
"Hells, Bells, and an old man's swells!" Kalla yells out as the plant stabs her. "Might be branches and leaves, but it feels like jagged steel going in. Worse coming out." her curses and complaint about combat efficiency of bushes are infused with her normal magic.
Even though she is bleed nice and wet from her wound, ruining another tunic, she steps forward without further complaint. Putting herself between the shrub and Dawn, and attempts to violently prune the mantis.
"Why do people make statues out of plants anyway. Seems like they would simply grow out of the shape someone had to spend a lot of time making... pretty though." Kalla looks to Dawn, looking for a sign on whether she should just walk up to the mud spot to see if she is attacked or if the dwarf knows some other way of seeing what is what.
Kalla let out a snort "All breeds started as mutts until someone decided they were 'better', just took enough inbreeding to get there." but she doesn't have much bite in her words since she is more than a little banged up "Who'd have thought mushroom could hit like that. Dawn or Laz, could you help this 'mutt' out a bit before we move on?"
Kalla hacks at the mushrooms between herself and the pretentious one, while attempting to not breath in these fumes. "Don't these things like cold dark places... like some people's heart?" she may or may not be talking about Ursula but her words hold some of her magic either way.
Kalla jumps to the side quickly, "So the stones are making the mushrooms pop? So we just need to fix the symbols to stop it... like that one there that seems off by a loop at the bottom."
"I heard a tale about a medusa guarding the Maze, a lady... are medusa only women? I guess that makes sense, this one was named Condria. Not that this Forest King was once flesh, but still..." Kalla looks around a bit for tracks, especially snack like onces.
"Wonder why the other pedestals are empty?"
"Willing to pass judgement at a future billing, Miss Sharlott." Kalla tells the maid amicably. "Are you coming along with us too?"
"Cooperation don't mean a good punch is needed now and again, especially when a 'better' is acting like horse leavings on a boot, drawing a lot of attention but really just making everyone wish it was Gone." Kalla grinned into the shortening space, getting ready get right in and have some fun, but she does add "We're distressing your friend though, so maybe we table this til sometime later?" she asks her second question, with an even wider grin.
The one Lady Vashkara's notes have labelled as Kalla, nicknamed the Boiling rose, steps forward into the other woman's personal space, and asks her question "Me lady, where would you like me to punch you first?"
"My story... oh that one, goodness, she needs better taste." the inebriated bard says with an grin but also with the flushed cheeks of utter embarrassment. "Wonder who she is?" which she asks around about, if for no other reason but to ask the poor woman to forget the story. not realizing at the moment due to lots of wine/ale/whiskey that asking someone to forget something is the easiest way to make them remember always
Kalla's mama always told her "Shut it! No no no, don't you dare open them lips. Shush! for the heavens to the hells, girl, do not utter another word or I'll scream so loud the neighbors two floors down and two blocks over will come running to understand what is going on." The point is simple. Kalla doesn't know when is a good time to be quiet, let something just boil over, and with her gift of gab, her words ain't something that slips in and then out again without grabbing hold of the in between. In this case, there is the story of the slugs men from the under cave ruins, and the pure visceral mess they made of Kalla, inside and out, forcing more than a little insides outside as well. Kalla describes her sloppy fall, the acidic stench, the feeling of needing more than anything to up the chuck so badly, all with such grace, wit, and even a little song, that no one is going to forget anytime soon. Why did she do that? Relate a humiliating fight to her peers. Well, cause she can't keep her big trap shut. And she drank a wee too much for sense.
Kalla looks in awe at her wayfinder "These are legend, right legend." the street ganger never truly thought she would hold one, even less own one, truly less Legally own one. "Thank you" she shifted to her more polished tones and bows a graciously as she can imitate.
Kalla didn't know any bits of Jack or Jill about mushrooms but seemed rather Keen on knowing what they think about. "Wait, sentient means thinking, if they don't think how much will talking to them get you. Won't it me. Hungry, Cold, not hungry, not cold, Sex?"
"That was our most disgusting battle to date." the soaked bard groans as she gets up, retches for no effect, then shambles over to where Rain is pointing.
"Okay... so if I erase this... and this and this.." Kalla tries to pick out the parts that would change its meaning enough while trying to keep herself from doubling over.
There isn't an unsoiled inch of her body left at this point, so Kalla barely flinches as she is splashes yet again with sick. Her chanting didn't even pauses (other than to seal her lips when the spewing hit her), and three more orbs flash out of her palm to slam into the creature.
Have you ever been woken from near death only to breathe in the worse viscous sludge down your newly heaving lungs, only to vomit it back up as quick as possible. Well, Kalla has now.
The bard decides she does not want to move, might not want to live even. "can't... path... finder" Instead of moving, like the very wise Rain suggests, she raises her palm, stutters out her magical words and lets three orbs fire out to ram into the remaining slugs.
Kalla=s sword thrusts are all over the place, much like the contents of her stomach. Somehow she encourages the others throughout "Just a little more. Keep imagining how blissful it will be when there sickening whispers go away."
The moan grates across her skin from the inside out, making the bard nearly vomit.
Then she does vomit, but it does not help at all. It does not stop her from moving wobbly toward the enormous undulating slugs, sword in hand. "Never... have we been... presented with more deserving foes... to be put out... of their misery." each pause allows her magic to marinate in the foul atmosphere. Still the words infuse the others somehow.
"A spear, mmm, yes, believe I can do that for you, Rain." Kalla says and then manages to pry her eyes off that lovely Big sword.
Kalla sheathed her sword to concentrate and then moves down the hallway, warier than a cat walking down tall alleys on laundry day. "One trap means go away. A few means we will kill you and laugh as you melt. And that means there are even worse ones hidden in the eves to catch you unawares just in time for needles in a bad place." she whispers back to the others as she takes the lead, gesturing for them to Hang Back.
Kalla doesn't touch the runes, but does her best to memorize them and think about them, heck she wants to touch them, but doesn't. "Maybe we can find something that helps us figure out how to open it..." she sighs, then smiles at Rain "To the hallways."
"I does make all sorts of very yummy sounds." Kalla breaths in a bit of awe as her rose covered glasses stare at it in fascination.
Kalla's last strike, while barely passable if you happened to be a teacher of the sword and was wanting to grade someone randomly, was strangely inspiring. Producing an arch of crimson in the air, sending the chocking back with a strangled death cry, and for a moment everything seemed to slow down to appreciate the effect.
Kalla attempts two quick swipes of her blade (both from the left, she might have misunderstood about angles) and then drops the sword to pull out her rope dart to help with the one above.
Heaving as air rushes back into her lungs, the young street bard has had enough of these things and rushes to help their kobold friend, lifting her massive sword and attempting hack the things head off. Twice.
Kalla opens her mouth to allow her magic to flow out and help her friends, but as the rough vice suddenly around her throat shuts it off to anything other than Gack. And Gack doesn't seem enough to fuel anyone with power. The violent wrench sending her into the path of Nix's axe was disconcerting, she'd admit to that, but it was also fortuitous as it flung her glasses to clatter against stone. Her abyss ridden eyes glared utter hate at the choker.
The creature paused at least a moment to stare into the endless black, giving Kalla a moment to plant her boot into its chest and PULL herself free.
"Please for the love of frank and all of his kin, would someone kill this thing!" her words were raspy but were words (unlike Gack) so carried her magic.
"Earthfall" Kalla breaths in awe having heard plenty of fantastical tales about such "Yes!" she exclaims without hesitation.
After that story, Kalla wonders, to herself, if being near little Rain was good for them. "Did you find anything interesting out?" she secretly hoped it was so amazing it made up for all the leshy's hardships.
Given the undead unbreather is between her and her utterly favorite kicker, Kalla concentrates on hacking the thing to death. Her magical utterances are limited to the singular grunting as her sword bites into flesh. It REALLY works the shoulders.
After one rather successful hack and one WAY too eager one that ends into the swampy murk instead of meat, she looks at the dead thing and grins "Oh, the fun. May all things end in the should be dead's complete meat pasting." her black eyes glittering in cold madness over her rose colored glasses.
"Nice to meet ya, Rain, and all, but your friends here kinda stink like soggy rot feet. We had an uncle, that wasn't really an uncle, that smelled just like this just wasn't as bity." Kalla infuses words with magic, as she pulls her sword and hurries to protect Sajan's flank.
Kalla bows, not formally since she has not real idea how, but instead a curved thing that shows deference and respect but while maintaining a chaotic air of anti-authority. Like a pill bug would. "Hello, Chief Thakik. I'm Kalla, a pathfinder, like the rest of my friends here." she'll introduce the others if they don't do so themselves. "Is Rain still lost if he was found by the people of Tskikha?"
Kalla doesn't put up her rope dart, still dripping with puss. "Greetings, Kazuuk. I'm Kalla and these are..." she introduces or lets them do so "Deadhunters neighbors, I'd say, meaning we are hear to find a friend, and will hunt if the deaders decide to come say hi too closely. Do you get many of these things around much?"
Kalla spins her rope, slashing with the razor tip into the flesh of the sludge beast with occasional success. "Gore spewing walking poppers are perfect goons for some horrid a%*#@$!. I can just imagine him cackling, All Alone, going 'My pustule Pretties', as he sends them to splatter his enemies with their toxic innards."
As her dart wizzes by the ear (and maybe into the ear) of the creature, it shoots a look over at the spinner. A spinner's whose rose covered glasses had slipped down to the pertness of her nose. While the pustule-covered corpses may be dead, there are worse things then being so and those worse things lurk in the black pits of Kalla's abyssal eyes.
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