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Picking up her dropped polearm, Kensaku gives Chomper an awkward side-hug and distractedly thanks him. If Mistress Li is in trouble, we must move quickly. It is a shame to abandon the house to its fate, but I'm sure it will understand. She pulls a scroll out of her belt with her off-hand, holding off on casting it for the time being, but keeping it at the ready while she jogs after Amara Li and the Way of the Kirin representative went.
Kensaku struggles futilely against her bonds, pulling and straining at the hemp fibers as they absorb the water and tighten around her. After a time, she relaxes, calming herself into a quiet meditation while holding her breath, focusing on a mental mantra to keep her mind of the slow burn building in her lungs.
Kensaku curses the cowardice of the man stabbing her while his companion holds her, feeling the poison from his blade burn through her body. She has bigger things to worry about though, as she sees her trajectory towards the window and the cliffs below. Any help would be appreciated! she shouts as she struggles against the man holding her, slashing at him once again with her sword and praying to Tsukiyo it lands true.
Kensaku smiles grimly as she finally makes another connection with her blade. As the man falls to the combined assault of her and Chomper, she reaches into another loop at her belt and pulls out a plain wooden wand with the glyph of the open road, and speaks the command word, healing a little bit of the damage sustained from the assault so far. Thanks, big guy, she rasps out with a pained smile.
Magic trails from the wand in Kensaku's hand as she speaks the command word, a faint, translucent blue smoke pouring in front of her and coalescing in a perfect circle that is convex on the side of her opponents. She then puts the stone wand bacl I her belt and returns her grip to her naginata, ready to strike any who come to close.
Cursing her missed strike, the samsaran jerks her blade upward in an attempt to catch the opposing duelist off guard, but fails as her wound flares in pain from the force in the swing. She fumbles with her belt a little before drawing a thin stone wand covered in protective sigils and pictograms from one of its loops, regretting she didn't prepare to use its power before just now.
As the intruder swings at Kensaku, she reaches for her amulet, willing it to protect her... but too late to avoid the blow. She gasps in pain as the weapon cuts deep, and she feels a stab of irritation as her mental barrier forms just a second too late. She feels frustration again as she has the wrong weapon for these quarters, before repositioning herself between Darshan and the table and bringing her Naginata down with a shout.
Kensaku meditates on the lighthouse, lighting a stick of incense and touching the catapult while willing the knowledge of her past lives to come forth in case there is something she can use. Blessedly, she catches flashes of defending a castle from fiendish attackers, catapults and ballistae firing into the oncoming horde. She suddenly jumps to awareness and barks orders to any who are acting as the crew so as to get the best angle at the oncoming attackers, judging the angle and distance to the best of her ability in the dark.
Kensaku nods absently in agreement with Darshan's assessment, doing her best to remain alert in the conversation and not distracted by the whispers of her past. When there is a time, she speaks up: Forgive my rudeness, my name is Kensaku Rekishi, and I am honored to meet you. For my part, I serve as a historian and magical research expert, much like my companions Shigeru and Darshan, though my expertise comes from what a place or thing can tell me as much as my own prior knowledge. I can attest to Darshan's sentiment of being custodians of knowledge; a few things I have found as a Pathfinder could upheave organizations, unleash terrible extra-planar creatures, and worse. So we act as guardians of that knowledge when we find it, to keep it from the wrong hands. Yet we also perform good works where we go too, and help people make better lives for themselves while we seek the knowledge of the past. In fact, a recent expedition I was on had us rescue a Kami guardian of an ancient and shattered temple to Yamatsumi from madness, gaining a great ally and so much lost knowledge to share with the world, once lost because of the actions of a sorceress long ago. That is what separates us from organizations like the Aspis Consortium: a genuine care for the people and cultures that we interact with, rather than a love of what we can sell their history for.
Having not noticed anything in her current room, Kensaku shrugs and moves to one of the rooms she passed on the way. As she puts her hand on the doorknob, the smacks herself on the forehead as she remembers she has a tool specifically for this: spells. She casts Heightened Awareness on herself before continuing her search in the next room.
Kensaku smiles as if she understands what Rika and Shigeru are talking about, her eyes wandering across the estate while she "listens." Do we know anything of THIS place? she asks Amara Li in Tien, assuming the party was out of earshot of anyone who might jeapordize security, and are we allowed to fortify it? Just in case.
They certainly don't sound like pleasant people, Kensaku says nervously, not at all excited about potentially having to defend against assassins. Still, she was going to potentially get to attend another tea ceremony, so there was that. Before I go get fitted and my armor polished, what can you tell us about the Way of the Kirin? I'm afraid I don't know much of them, myself.
And average height woman with pale blue skin gingerly walks in behind the tiefling, her Tien-style breastplate faintly clinking as the trinkets festooned to it with straps sway with her movements. She smiles warmly as her pupiless eyes rest on Darshan, and she immediately moves closer (in a slightly clumsy manner) to the familiar face.
I will see what I can do for these people. I just hope that it will be enough... Kensaku closes her eyes for a moment and concentrates. When her eyes open again they faintly glow as she looks around at the townsfolk, trying to see which ones are the worst off that can still be saved, and goes around tending to their wounds and best she can while the magic remains.
Kensaku jogs up behind Shigeru and watches his arcane ritual, seeming to draw inspiration from it, she mumbles oh, that would be lovely... as her naginata and her eyea glow with a yellow hue. She continues her movement towards Agraic, and after a brief moment the light leaps from the weapon to her hand and she reaches out to touch Agraic. The light envelops the man and causes him to grow in size.
Kensaku calmly hums while the door is being smashed in, pulling a silvery scroll from her pack and reading it, her words the sound of falling gravel and shifting earth. The magic falls from the scroll like a lava flow onto her naginata, giving it the dull grey hue of lead as the paper falls into rivers before finally dissapearing altogether onto the blade.
Nothing on the deed, no. It looks legitimate to me, though we just need one thing to make it official, she informs the party after her inspection of the document, but I'm sure we can get that once we're back in town. She turns to the injured man, Do you have any friends that survived this far? Or shall we depart back to town?
I'm not sure, I'd need to examine him more to learn what he has before I know how to help him, Kensaku informs Chomper apologetically while patting a tentacle, I'll look at him more when we get out of here and see what I can do. First, we should go check out that paper. If she can wrest the new paper out of Darshan's hands, she will examine it to see if it's legitimate or a forgery at some sort.
Kensaku distractedly examined the magic items, reading them for any information they may possess on their way down the dark hallway. When the man is found and orders begin flying, she dutifully looks for the the items mentioned by Shigeru and sets to work reading what the scrolls are and preparing the them for use. When Chomper and Shigeru bring the man back her way she opens her procedure by attempting to activate her wand, pleased with herself when it glows in a white light and closes some of the wounds of the man. After she does so she looks around confused before asking, Um... Shigeru? I only see one man here. Have you been sipping from Agraic's kegs when I wasn't looking? while she absently tries to force the wand to obey again, successfully coaxing it to release more healing energy.
Kensaku swims to the more shallow area, standing up when the water is closer to waist height. This was... unpleasant, she grumbles as she shakes water from her sleeves. No, my powers actually come from within. Scholars refer to it as "psychic power," and it basically involves using the power of your own will to affect the world. Like arcane magic, but with less ritual and more emotion, she monologues in Shigeru's direction as she wrings herself out, as if their lives weren't just in danger and the conversation had never stopped.
Recognizing the danger and the difficulty of moving through the swampy soup, but also seeing there's not enough room just yet, she pulls a sea-green bottle from one of her pouches and downs it before taking a small skip into the hole. A transparent pink cloud of magical energy slows her descent and gently deposits her on the stones below as she readies her naginata.
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