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Killia gives the man another smile and bows his head slightly now that business is concluded. Moving cautiously he takes the belongings and the key from their new ally. "You truly have made a wise decision I hope, the Society has great influence over many things and the return of the Wizards should help cool the Thakur's ire. Farewell, let us meet again in a relaxed atmosphere and you could tell us of your less controversial exploits." Killia then turns on his heel and makes his way back to the Wizard sweat shop to free them.
Killia is glad to have taken the man aback, it is true the many of Society have a reputation for unwarranted violence, though it was ironic that many of them are alike to the killers a thieves they profess to take down in the name of 'justice' or another such warped notion. "What my allies say rings true, whilst there is structure within the Society, Agents are left to be free to pursue their own goals, tasks are offered but by no means are you forced to take them. Our newest Venture Captain would like to consider you an ally and wash the bad blood away between you. What say you?"
[ooc]I'll take a zap if you don't mind? ^^[/b] Killia takes the proffered wand from Kit and tries to activate the magic within to enhance his senses.
"Thankyou, now let us get this sordid business overwoth shall we?" Like a mummer getting ready to perform, Killia plasters a smile on his face as he steps i to the final chamber, he looks at the tiger appraisingly, as if wishing he had such a magnificent beast of his own. He waits patiently as Zamir bored them with his obvious threats, keeping the smile fixed. "Keep the Sceptwr." he begins amiably, hoping to throw Zamir off guard, "Think of it as a gift from the Society, one which we hope will cement a mutually beneficial relationship between yourself and out vast organisation. You are a man of resource and a great mind, traits the Society find admirable and applaud. You wish to be recognised for your greatness and the Society would like to offer you aid in such a purpose, we did not come her for unwarranted violence, out only actions have been to defend ourselves from silent monks, who were healed by our own, and against the construct guard you placed, everyone else is unharmed for it would not do to ruin the operation of a potential friend." Killia takes a breath, allowing his allies to chime in and for a initial reaction from Zamir.
Killia ensures his weapons have not been mangled by the constructs demise and wipes and splinters and residue from them before searching the room for anything that may prove useful in their endeavour.
"At least this thing was not as deadly as the constructs of the technic league." he muses as he searches. "Now, have we any methods for what to do next, the Venture Captain did suggest trying to recruit him as an ally, seems he may be above petty vengence. So, shall we try to recruit him? Return the captured Wizards to the Thakur and leave? Or are we more bloodthirsty than I anticipated?"
He doubted Antonella's suggestion would be successful, there were probably Arcane tricks involved in the constructs activation, but nevertheless it was worth a try. Vudrani:
"Cease, Desist, Stop, Halt!" He calls out in a commanding voice as he darts towards the construct
Killia rolls forwards, attempting to duck under the creatures many arms before darting in and cutting at mechanisms keeping it moving.
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Killia rolls his eyes at Peribas and speaks to the two men guarding their captives. "You are not servants of the Tiger Monks yes? Our only quarrel need be with your employer, from what your ally has told us there is not much love lost between yourselves and the 'man' who forces you to suffer. My companions and I would rather not add more bodies to our tally if they can be avoided. Please leave and drop the key, I promise no retribution from the forces here, they will be pre-occupied." His words to the men are spoken softly and with genuinrle warmth and with a smile on his face.
Killia kneels down and wipes the blood from his blade upon the Monk's robes, before taking the valuable mask and tying it to one of the many straps on his armour. He smirks at Kitoro's impression of the monks before remembering their task at hand. "There may be more of these monks ahead, do not forget there is also the captive wizards, the leader and his pet to go." Once Antonella has finished ministering to their foes, Killia slinks off deeper into the ruins, to meet their feat.
Taken by surprise by the sudden appearance of the Monks, Killia watches as they lay their onslaught on his allies. From outside the room, Killia focuses his inner Ki and for a moment he vanishes from view before dashing through the room. Moving to flank with Antonella, the Tiefling strikes the Monk with his main blade before re-appearing before his foe.
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Killia slinks out of his hiding space and checks his weapons in their sheath. Once more his armour shifts slightly to match the terrain around them and then he nods at Jirelle. "A risky venture, be glad it paid off, i doubt it will be useful against the Monk fanatics. Phalgun told me of some mages here that may be held against their will. The Thakur is very interested in seeing them returned, so let us try and talk out way through them." Killia then darts forward into the ruins, using his skills to keep hidden from sight and his naturally attuned eyes to oeer into the shadows, acting as forward scout. His weapons are drawn and held up his forearm to keep any light from reflecting on them.
Killia curses under his breath, Why creep at all?! he sighs and decides that as their cover is blown it would be best to convince the sentry to abandon the folly of the coming conflict. Vudrani:
"My friend, it would br a great sadness should we come to blows over a forced master you hold no love for. Let us please part as friends in this endeavour."
Killia smiles at Phalgun at his mention of the Pathfinder society and waits for him to impart their information. Killia listens patiently, absorbing what he can from the Vudrani agent. Vudrani:
"Indeed, we are agents of the society and wish to seek out the man who saw to the death of one of our Venture Captains. we have heard that Zamir is either a Weretiger or a Rakshasa, though it would appear his fellow over their tells us that he is the former. We also have intelligence that he has formed an alliance with the Aspis Consortium, the Society's greatest foe. We will be following the Bandits to the fort they reside in. If we find these wizards and they are held against their will, we shall endeavour to free them to the Thakur. If not, we will capture them for the Thakur. Is this agreeable?" With their business concluded, Killia collects his gear and prepares to sneak up on the bandits hideout. Using his skills he will act as forward scout.
Following the quick dispatch of his two foes, Killia kneels to wipe his blades clean of blood on the bandits clothing before sheathing them and checking himself for wounds. Finding none, he shrugs and carefully moves over to the cargo to check through it. Hearing the two 'merchants' speak he smiles to himself and motions to Phalgun discretely to join him. Assuming he does so, Killia speaks to the man softly in Vudrani. Vudrani:
"It is good to see you work for more than just Coin, we too have a mission in this Jungle that goes beyond profit. What information do you have of these bandits, beyond what my friends scare from him over there? If we can work together, we may be able to procure more prisoners for your Thakur." The Tiefling will not tell these atrangers the full nature of their mission but will try and start up an alliance with them.
No time to celebrate a solid strike by his Shuriken, Killia quickly reacts to the oncoming of more attackers. He watched Jirelle leap to her feet but not take advantage of their position. "Fight smarter, take advantage of our positioning!" he swore as he draws both his blades in a smooth motion. He focused his strikes on the same target as the Swashbuckler, feeling Kitoro's magic guide him. for for
Killia smiled, glad they had taken the chance to talk with this group rather than take the far to usual option for Pathfinders, which was to bare steel and bring the fight to those they met. This group seemed to have their relative heads screwed on. As night grew, the pattern on Killia's armour shifted subtly to match it, though the Tiefling was long since used to his armour's oddity. "We believe we are to be attacked, two sets of eyes are better than one, I shall gladly take the midnight watch where it is darkest, such things do not effect my... Exotic eyes" the last was said in jest and with a smile. Plans laid and watch rotas sorted, Killia rolled under their wagon and fell asleep, his cloak wrapped round him to hide the scavbards of his blades.
Killia hears the clipped whispered conversation but keeps his face still, not wanting to look like he is eavesdropping on the merchants. The mention of their intended target was interesting, more so as they had called him their enemy. He pondered his mext move carefully. "No apologies necessary my friends! Many cultures look upon my visage and see a foe, yet I endeavour to be an ally in all things, especially if we can find a common ground to work upon. We had heard of these raids for sure, it is why we were tasked, the more the merrier I say!"
Once out of the bustling village of Padiskar, Killia thought about the colourful culture of the Vudrani peoples, as used as he was to the Numerian wastes he had visited Oppara once and had always thought their flashy ostentation too gaudy, but the way these people wore it so naturally was a different game altogether. Killia waited until they were into the countryside before flipping open the bulky panel on his Bodysuit, messing with a few dials until the pattern of the suit began to change, going from simple black to matching their surrounding area. Upon seeing the 'merchants' upon the road he was instantly wary, especially with the looks they kept throwing his way. Vudrani:
"We are guides and guards for the caravan of goods, no more. Ehat do you stock, master merchant! You look at me as if you weren't used to exotic sights, is there anything I can help you with?" He spoke the tongue fluently, with only the hint of an accent showing, keeping his tone fairly light and relaxed as he leaned back against the wagon. He winced slightly at Antonella's speech, revealing the nature of their goods could be dire, even if these weren't the ambushers.
Killia nods his head in thanks to the Venture captain's answer and begins a last minute check his gear, tightening the straps on his body suit and checking an odd cylinder before returning it to a pocket. Killia then follows the others out of the door and looks at their 'guide' with a raised eyebrow.
Looking at the map, he shrugs, unable to see anything more within the page. "Ok, fine by me, let us press on shall we?"
Joining the others at the briefing in Jalmary is a slender man with lilac eyes and ice-blue hair, two blue horns protrude from his porcelain white skin and a long tail hangs free. What is stranger still, however, is his garb. Under a travel worn cloak he wears a tight fitting black body suit, armoured in vital locations with discreet plates and straps and pockets litter it. On his right wrist is a bulkier section of the body suit, he carries two small swords of Tien design.
"Hmm yes, a Weretiger, or even a Rakshasa - though these rumours are whispered by afeared tongue. This mission seems adequate, let us see our route then, where do you think it will be likely for us to be ambushed?"
Killia is grateful for the smoother journey back to the cabin and sinks to the ground once they make it back to safety. He shrugs at Baphos' and Lukaas' suggestions unhappily. "I only have hard trail rations, the Numerian wastes prepare me to bring nutritious food, not tasty. I am hoping Kalkemedes has some game in that hut of his."
Killia's eyes widen momentarily as the the fiend is torn from the material plane and banished to whichever pit it came from. With the threat vanished, the scavenger slings his rifle back over his shoulder and nods to Lukaas. Joining Idril with a quirked brow as Kalkamedes is brought towards the celestial being, he nonetheless doesn't taise his rifle. When Kalkemedes' stands and begins to question everything, Killia smirks. "These questions, and more, are best answered in somewhere warm and comforting, preferably with breakfast. Heidmarch was at your cabin so may explain more."
Watching the entrapped gnome intently as the others communicate with the Celestial being stood above Kalkemedes, Killia's eyes widen as Koth'Vaul reveals their true form and only with a great force of will, do they keep their gun steady and not firenin blind panic. "So, Angel-kin, what exactly can we do against that?"
Killia shrugs and reloads his rifle, taking the moment to check the gun over to ensure it remains undamaged and in working order. Turning to the blade in Therin's hand he shrugs off the awkwardness at talking to metal and informs them of the current lie of the land. "Kalkemedes has gone to that alcove over there, seems another figure is with him."
Killia nods to Sukune and watches the retired Pathfinder stumble towards another part of the cave and he turns to his companions with an inquisitive look. Wondering he moves over to Baphos as he he finishes examining the place and speaks in his ear. "There seems to be more to this place and Kalkemedes is moving that way."
Killia takes the wand and offers it those in his group, obviously unsure of the magical implement that can cause auch hardships. "Anyone want this? Now, not to be the bearer of unwelcome news, but we do need to press on I'm afraid, Kalkemedes doea not seem at the end of his quest, so neither are we. Do any of us have an idea of how to solve this?" He then begins looking around the dais for a mechanism of some sort.
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