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"It was well-crafted, I'll give you that," Keiva replies. "But something was wrong with it. There were no children to protect, and it attacked us. It pushed Shekebbet down the stairs, nearly killing him! We only defended ourselves." She waves the lorebook at him. "What is your interest with all things faen, anyways?"
"We also saved your life, and all the rest of your property, besides. That statue was an abomination and tried to kill us. I doubt you'll get an apology from any of us." "But perhaps you wouldn't mind telling us who your enemy here is, Master Bookman," Keiva asks, gesturing to the unconscious verrik. "He certainly knew you. What was he looking for?" Keiva turns her attention to the spryte lorebook and scroll, to see if she can read anything on them. Once she's finished that, she'll gingerly take a sip of the verrik's potion, trying to identify it and hoping it might help her friends.
"The gods smile upon those who help themselves," Keiva says. "They won't do it for us. What's important is that Tzu is all right, but I won't be able to do anything more for her until tomorrow. Perhaps we should look around and see what we can find. Also, did we search the man being beaten outside? The verrik said he had something he wanted. And make sure you tie him up, Pendrick."
"Tzu!" Keiva screams as her friend falls to the floor, barely aware of Pendrick taking down the verrik as she rushes to the litorian's side. "Please don't let her die," she prays to Tebu the Just-Quick-Enough, god of narrow escapes, as she rummages in her pouches for bandages and poultices. Keiva adds more prayers to more gods, whispering a profusion of names and titles as she struggles to save Tzu's life. After a quick prayer to Akatha, The Skilled One, Keiva's eyes sparkle and she goes to work. Keiva lets out a huge sigh of relief as she manages to stanch Tzu's wounds. Her whole body is shaking. "Thank you," she murmurs to no god in particular, or to all of them. She strokes her friend's head, gently cleaning the blood from her fur. "Be strong, Tzu. You'll be all right. You have to be."
"Oh no you don't! Not before Maenora's black fingers caress your mind!" Keiva says, giving the verrik the evil eye as she calls upon the goddess of unending headaches and nausea (and not only after drinking too much the night before). Cast mind stab, ranged touch (1d20+3=20), subdual damage (1d6+1=6), Spell failure (1d100=32) Ok!
"If Bookman is the man your thug was beating outside, then yes," Keiva responds to the verrik's question. "He's out of the picture, by the way, as are your sibeccai bully-girls. So why don't you answer my friend's question before you join them? I'll even say 'please'."
Keiva adds her own small growl of annoyance. "Fine. If they won't come to us, we'll go to them." Before Tzu can stop her, she dashes over to the door and throws it open, ready to blast whoever's inside.
"Give us a growl, then. Nice and loud."
Keiva pockets the purses, and moves the rest of the gear well away from the unconscious sibeccai. Seeing Tzu listening at the next door, she says, "What do you think? Call them out and I blast 'wm with more icefire? It worked well enough with these two." She nudges one of the disabled sibeccai with her boot.
"Maybe we should give this room a quick search," Keiva suggests. "We might find something useful, or something that explains what's going on, or...something." One gets the feeling that Keiva is maybe more interested in adding some new gewgaws to her already-overflowing pouches.
Keiva tears off some strips from the sibeccais' garments to bind the wounds, while also making sure they have no other weapons hidden on their bodies and coincidentally, looking to see if they have anything of value. "Why are we bothering to save them?" she asks no one in particular. "It's not like they would return the favor if the situations were reversed." Heal checks to stabilize (1d20+7=23, 1d20+7=15); Search (1d20+4=23)
"Uh...my magic? What about your sword? Tzu's claws? What about the fact that you're 12 feet tall compared to me?" But Keiva rummages in her pouches, looking for just the right components to blast the sibeccai when they emerge.
"What's going on?" Keiva hisses impatiently, unable to see past either Tzu or Pendrick.
Keiva whimpers quietly to herself. Even having mentally prepared herself, she's still taken a bit by surprise by the sibeccai behind the door.
"Can't we just leave and pretend none of this ever happened?" Keiva asks in a small voice, belatedly realizing that the others have already made a decision. "Don't go anywhere, Shekebbet," she tells the unconscious mojh, patting his knee, then follows Pendrick and Tzu down the ladder. She rummages in her pouches to find the components she'll need if she has to cast a spell.
Keiva kneels beside Pendrick to examine Shekebbet as well, whispering her second prayer of the evening to Hyathine. Looking up, she says, "If you give me an hour, I can probably heal him. Do you think it's safe?"
"I can't believe four of us are going to be defeated by a statue my size!" Keiva mutters. "Keb-lokal, guide my hand to destroy this abomination!" she calls to the god of things (especially faen-related things) that should not be. Apparently the god hears her prayer, for Keiva's ice axe bites into the statue's side.
Seeing that everyone else has been unable to stop the statue, Keiva decides it's time she stepped in. Drawing her ice axe, she tries to shatter the mindless thing.
Is this thing alive? Could it be a real faen trapped in crystal? Keiva decides to see if she can reach the crystal faen's mind. Reaching into her pouches, she pulls out some baubles and calls upon the gods to link her mind with that of the faen. Then, hesitantly, she reaches out to touch it. Stop! she cries to its mind.
"Oooh!" Keiva squeals. "A little crystalline faen - how interesting. She peers closely at it, her hand wavering as if she wants to touch it, but not quite willing to take that final step. She is seemingly oblivious to any threat the creature poses.
"He should be okay," Keiva says. "Just pull him inside the door in case it rains if you don't want to leave him outside." She wanders over to some of the crates to see what kind of warehouse this is.
Keiva hesitantly enters the room behind Tzu and Pendrick, unable to keep the old adage "curiosity killed the sprite" out of her mind. She tightens her grip on her ice axe and peers inside.
Keiva kneels next to the victim to see if she can do a anything to help his wounds, whispering a prayer to Hyathine, goddess of soothing words and tender ministrations. "There, there, you'll be all right," she tells the man distractedly, rummaging around in her pouches for some bandages or poultices. "If only I had a healer's kit," she mutters.
"Looks like we're too late," Keiv tells Pendrick. "The mighty lion beat us to the punch." The run didn't seem to do her any good, and she stands for a few moments wheezing, trying to ctach her breath. When Tzu comes up, Keiva tries to breathe normally. She digs around in her pouches until she comes up with a handful of brightly colored string. "I have this, but I don't think it will work for what you want to do," she tells Tzu. "So just what did we stumble into here?"
"What-?" Keiva looks surprised as Pendrick runs off. Rather than abandon him to his fate, however, she follows him. "I'll watch out for him!" she calls out to Tzu as she squirms out of the pile-up at the gate and runs after the impetuous warmain.
Reflex (1d20+2=18)
Keiva decides to let her friends make the first move. I have no idea what's going on here!
Init. (1d20+2=19) Hearing the heavy footfalls of her companions, Keiva thinks, Why do I even bother?
"This is ludicrous. First, I speak Litorian. And I'm not a child. I'm sneakier by far than any of you bigfeet. I'll go ahead and see what's happening. You stay here. Back in a flash!"
"Do we really need to get involved? Why put ourselves into danger over someone else's problems? Mind your own business, my grandmother used to say." Looking around, Keiva nervously fingers her ice axe.
Keiva waves away her friend's concern. "I'm always coughing. It's this moist sea air. I don't know how you stand the smell of it." Keiva pulls her furs more tightly around her neck. "Anyways, that makes my point. Ruther spends four stanzas wrapping that girl up in nettles. Raeth does the job, and moves on to damsel number 28, the one who can't se herself in a mirror. The one who is conspicuously absent from Ruther's tale, I might add. Raeth rescues thirty-four damsels, but Ruther only manages thirty-one. And of course, Raeth becomes a god at the end of his story, patron of damsels in distress everywhere."
"It's not that Litorians are humorless, Tzu, I just think they prefer longer, more detailed stories. A good faen limerick can be an epic!" Keiva stifles a small cough. "I spent hours reading 'The Legend of Ruther Four-Claws' in the original Litorian (it was quite good, by the way), but a very similar faen story, 'The Ballad of Raeth Goldenhand,' is only one page long, AND he rescues no less than thirty-four damsels in distress! I think Litorians like details, and faen like the punchline. In a manner of speaking."
Keiva should be all done now (beyond tying her more closely to Tzuchaleny, if needed). Added her background (which also explains some of her abilities), changed a couple of skills around to match her background, and got rid of some equipment once I rolled for money. Sounds good Rosey - and Keiva speaks Litorian now too!
Looks like I'm mostly done! Yay! I'll get the background up soon - not really sure how to connect with anybody else...
Orange, don't worry about it! I've got akashic and witchery covered - we'll see as we go which one I'll focus in. Fabes, I'm assuming max hp. What about starting money? |
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