Lunevi would want to at least make an arrangement to keep the liberated people and the Aspis agents safe or at least under guard until
Aram Zey comes to a decision as to how to handle the situation. She'll volunteer to wait with the freed men and the new captives until the situation is reported and she hears back regarding the matter.
"Perhaps they can secure a base camp here for our own agents with what comforts we can provide until we're able to secure their passage home?"
Had a rough day today, but I'm headed to a wedding, so I'm hoping my brain'll be back by the time it's all over. Please bot as you will! See you guys again in a few days! c:
Still angry, Lunevi doesn't even bother with looking at this particular group of captives. At least the one from before had been reasonably polite, if on the wrong side of this equation, but these... people! Ugh.
She instead checks the area they came from, wary of even more enemies.
Perception:1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4
Now seeing that the cluster of people upon their enemies is a bit crazier than she would like, Lunevi instead takes the time to render medical aid to Kala. She takes a hand off of the crossbow to pull out a wand and gently taps Kala with it.
This isn't your property, you Aspis thief! Lunevi thinks furiously. Slaver, monster, you--! She has a lot more thoughts on this particular matter, really, but most of them aren't necessarily worth the telling. And she couldn't, even if she wanted to, properly convey her feelings in Common anyhow.
Still, she can't help herself.
"Գող, հրեշ, խաբեություն: Սա ձեր գույքն է, եւ դուք, ինչ եք անում, գողանում է!" she scowls, expression fierce. "Հոգեգետ բաներ, կյանքեր եւ անզուսպ ձեր սեփական ազատության մասին!"
Taking a breathe, she shakes herself out of it and begins by granting her allies with bless. "Ընդունեք ջրի օրհնությունը, մաքուր եւ մաքուր."
Then, drawing out her crossbow for this new endeavor, she moves.
Aquan:
"Thief, monster, slaver! This is not your property and all you do is steal!"
"Stealer of things, lives, and undeserving of your own freedom!"
Lunevi is uncomfortable when Kala says there might be yet another. While they'd certainly taken the time to interrogate the woman, it was true that there could just as easily be another group she might not have known about, especially if the organization was as careful with their information as had been implied.
Thinking it better to be safe than sorry, Lunevi will continually cast guidance on all of her allies, recasting it as it wears off.
"I have some," Lunevi volunteers her rope. [b]"There's fifty feet of it, but I suppose that just means she'll be properly restrained while we're gone."
"Where did you come from? What spot did you enter at?" Lunevi asks, carefully writing down the name and details. She can't quite think of exactly what else they need to do, but... "Where did these... servants come from?"
Lunevi quickly reaches out to poke The Balrog, not wanting to see - or hear - anyone's fingers breaking.
"Most of us can still hear just fine," Lunevi says easily. "But please, tell us what you know." Glancing at The Balrog, she adds, "I wouldn't count on him to not break your fingers if we don't do this quickly. He's, um. He's a hasty sort."
Drawing out her inkpen and a piece of parchment, she reiterates, "How did you get in here? Have you other allies? Other... servants? Where did you bring these people from?"
Lunevi shakes her head. "No, we should determine that these are all of the agents here and find out how they've been getting in. Our most recent foe seems to have an understanding of what's going on - should we question her?"
After a brief pause, she adds, "Besides, why would we suffer from this? Going unconscious is hardly an excellent defense, so I'd like to find out what she meant by it."
Lunevi flinches at the particularly vicious looking wound - who would've thought paper could do such damage? She moves swiftly, dropping her crossbow in favor of her spells. She places a hand on the nearest part of Yagajimoro and murmurs, "կարող ալիքները մաքրում է եւ բուժել ձեզ."
CLW:1d8 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6
It might not be immediately relevant, but given the paper surprise, she doesn't want to take any unnecessary risks.
Lunevi turns her attention to Kala first, tapping her with her wand of cure light wounds until she's satisfied with the woman's state.
CLW:1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3 CLW:1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
Once, twice, she pauses to glare at the wand. "Truly?" she demands of it, before giving Kala one more gentle tap.
CLW:1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9
"Better," she grumbles, putting the wand away.
She picks up the crossbow she had dropped and eyes these others, slaves of a sort, and obviously inappropriately attired for the work... And quite potentially the weather. Sweating in this chill couldn't be good for the body... But human bodies could be different, right?
The undine discreetly checks for markers of particularly ill health or any harm.
Heal:1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20
I vote for the domed room. Better to knock them all down at once!
Not able to effectively get into this new mess, Lunevi waits to reposition. Given that they're all in some sort of chokehold, she drops her crossbow in favor of her quarterstaff.
Seeing an opportunity, she slides into the opening beside Yagojima and brings her own staff down on the creature attacking Kala.
Given the time that has passed, Lunevi bares her teeth briefly and then speaks out as she moves to a more central location, "Ընդունեք ջրի օրհնությունը, մաքուր եւ մաքուր." Another blessing wouldn't go awry.
Standard action: bless, Movement action: move! c: Sorry about the delay - I moved my token and tried to post earlier, but apparently my post didn't go through.
Shrugging, Lunevi leaves the two unconscious Aspis agents to the tender mercies of her allies, satisfied that the two are thoroughly bound before following the others.
Lunevi flinches at the sudden, loud shout, but aside from a quiet Aquan curse, returns to her usual mode of communication with other agents: Common.
"Shall we revive one of them?" Lunevi asks the others carefully. "They may be able to tell us how many of their cohort we can expect to fight, but they could also lie... Or, with something less personal than an ally on the line, they might be willing to tell us their motivations and how they got in." She holds up her wand of cure light wounds as a potential option.
It might be useful, but it might prove to be... less than useful. Her other thought was to simply leave them tied up to be hauled back as potential informants later on, but if that was the case, they'd want to tie them up thoroughly. There was no sense in getting stabbed in the back, after all!
At Nirion's mention of the Vudran god, Lunevi takes a moment to consider her own knowledge of the god before shrugging and returning to the matter at hand."Should we try to wake them? They may have some more information and Aram Zey did suggest we question at least one of them."
If given the opportunity, she'll also snag a crossbow bolt to replace the one she'd lost shooting at the woman.
As the others rush ahead, Lunevi then checks on the other downed enemy. He'd called out to the woman, hadn't he? She wasn't quite sure what he'd said, though... She checked on him, determining his status before attempting to apply first aid (if necessary).
Lunevi smiles at Nirion's thanks and pockets the wand as he moves to catch up with Kala.
Seeing that both of their immediate enemies are down, Lunevi kneels to examine the woman, setting the crossbow just beside her, and begins to administer first aid. The fewer corpses in their wake, the better... And well. They weren't able to use her health as leverage to stop the man from trying to murder them, but it was entirely possible they could utilize any information she held now that, you know, neither of them were trying to kill her and her friends.
Grumbling under her breathe, Lunevi turns her attention to the most wounded of their group. It burns a little to leave the woman on the ground, but her allies come first, especially given that their enemy hadn't surrendered. She yanks out her wand of cure light wounds as she moves, carefully tapping Nirion in a spot close to the worst of his wounds.
CLW:1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8
Move action: five foot step & draw wand, standard: jab Nirion with the wand
I hate not having enough information, Lunevi thinks with no small amount of aggravation before darting forward. Her allies have the second of their enemies well and truly surrounded, and there's no shooting the man from here without also risking her peers in the process.
Still, this woman - or her friend - might have useful information this time.
"եթե դադարեցնեք մեզ պայքարել, մենք կարող ենք նրան բուժել!" she shouts. Still, she knows it's a slim chance that anyone hear can understand the lyrical words she's uttered. That, at least, had been easier among her own people.
She resists the urge to drop to check on the woman until they get a reply of some sort.
Aquan:
"If you stop fighting us, we can treat her."
Move action: moved up, standard action: readying an action to perform first aid on the woman if the man stops trying to murder them
Lunevi reloads her crossbow before repositioning to get closer. She wants to be on hand in case their fallen enemy becomes a potential ally, but she also needs to shift so she doesn't run the risk of hitting any of her allies in her bid to attack the enemy if they continue proving to be dangerous.
Don't forget that +1 morale bonus from bless, guys!
Baring her teeth at their enemies and decidedly unhappy with the woman's apparent efficiency, Lunevi adjusts her position to keep any of her newfound allies out of her line of fire, aims at the woman, and shoots.
Lunevi flinches at the sudden shout, but quickly recovers.
Not wanting to start this particular job off on a bad, note, she immediately begins an incantation, the foreign words strangely lyrical. "Ընդունեք ջրի օրհնությունը, մաքուր եւ մաքուր." Spell cast, she takes a moment to ready her crossbow.
She'd wanted to avoid combat in order to gather information and heighten their chances of success, but Lunevi was equally prepared to take the task on directly, too.
Aquan:
"Accept the blessing of water, pure and clean."
Standard action: bless, Movement action: draw underwater light crossbow
Lunevi pauses as the group watches Yagaji make an executive decision and make for the smoke. Grimacing, she considers their options. Was it worth it to try and explain the merits and demerits of both paths? Did he already understand? Still, Nirion was already following him, so...
"If you cannot beat them, join them, right?" she murmurs. She gives a helpless shrug, before following after them.
Well, this was going to be problematic. So far, they had something of an even split. "Is there anyone among us that is particularly good at sneaking about?" she asks, a small frown on her face. "While I don't mind charging in, let's do it in an orderly fashion and see if we can't get some more information."
Presently at medium encumbrance, she's got a stealth modifier of -1.
"If nothing else, we've at least found signs of life," Lunevi points out, referring to the smoke. If one ignored the black smoke, the temple looked exceedingly peaceful. Even the ice wasn't particularly terrible, adding its own natural danger to the scenery.
Rather, when considering the way the ice contrasted with the reddish brown walls and the apsara nymphs, she'd have to point out that the ice definitely added an element of tragedy to the place. One from even before these Aspis agents, anyways.
Wait, but black smoke? "Do you think they weren't able to find anything dry to burn?" Lunevi shakes her head; That might not be very important. "How should we approach this? I'm not very stealthy, so if we're looking to capture a single agent, I'd vote we stay away from the smoke. Ought we take the northern stone stairway?"
Of course, if any of their number was sneaky, they might be better off moving quietly closer to the source of the smoke to gather some information.
Lunevi will happily assist Lord Balrog, making a mental note to obtain such a wand in her own future. It seems like something that might come in handy.
Upon finding herself in this new clime, she shivers, quickly fastening the rest of her coat and yanking on her gloves. The sudden chill had certainly shocked her system! It was certainly uncomfortable to breathe for those first few seconds, but she soon adapted to the cold and began to inspect her frankly astonishing surroundings.
First, she checked behind them, curious about the eddy they'd discussed. As she'd suspected, it appeared to hold the same form as the eddies she'd always known and played in when she was younger, but instead of being in water, they were suspended in the air. How interesting.
The temple and its iceberg were enormous, and the cacophony that accompanied them was almost enough to match.
Perception:1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4
Seeing nothing particularly strange, she suggests, "Shall we go in? It's entirely possible the Aspis agents have already dismantled any dangers here."
"I'm wondering much the same," Lunevi adds from further up, having caught the repetition of Eddy. "My common is good, but I'm not so sure what he means. Are there currents we're supposed to find ourselves within? Whirlpools?" When he'd made mention of the 'eddy', she'd though he meant some sort of twisting channel of water, but perhaps it was less one of water and more some sort of energy?
She picked out an outfit that looked appropriate to cold weather and briefly considered the furs, feeling the softness of a particularly luxurious looking piece. Ultimately, she decided against them, unable to justify the purchase without further information. Eyeing a thick winter blanket, she asked, "Do you think we'll be in the painting overnight? Should we bring extra rations?"
Having slipped in just behind Nirion, Lunevi quietly takes advantage of his quick introduction to try to, ah... Fly below the watch? Some of the phrases were still a bit strange to her. Still, she didn't want to further disrupt a meeting that was already underway. Her lateness was her own fault, after all.
That said, the task that they'd been called in for seemed to be... Strange. Pathfinders were clearly the correct response, then!
"How do we get in? Once we're in, how do we get back out?" she inquired, a bit concerned by the mechanics of the situation. "Is there anything specific we should be trying to safeguard? Or are we meant to do our best with the situation we find ourselves in?"
Well, they were more likely than not to try keeping their things safe, but there was no sense in not asking. Sometimes there were specifics that people forgot to mention!
"I agree," Lunevi nods. "And you are very welcome. Would you like some more water?" She checks to see how much of the water they've drunk and carefully casts create water to pour in more of the fresh, drinkable liquid.
"If you'd like to take your chances, we can point you the way we came, but you're also welcome to come with us, though I warn you there may be a fight or two."
Appalled by this new discovery, Lunevi scowls before muttering darkly to herself in Aquan. Lunevi steps closer to the bars to offer water to the dwarves, holding out a waterskin for them to drink from if they so choose. "I'm sorry I haven't any food to offer, but there's plenty of water at least."
Lunevi examines the two visually as best as she can through the bars.
Heal:1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21
Lunevi only shrugs. She's not sure where it came from - perhaps from the victims themselves - but she does agree that it can go to those who were harmed by this mess.
"Let's make a note of it for later," she suggests. "We should make sure we catch the actual culprits before they find out that our friend from the carnival has been found innocent."
Lunevi squeezes her eyes shut, casts guidance on herself and blinks them open again to try investigating. She's been struggling to be useful, so she feels it to be worth doing and checks places that the others aren't to, you know. Try to be helpful.
"Hmmm, I wonder if I know him??" Lunevi wonders aloud curiously. She checks to make sure she's got a bolt loaded into her crossbow before following Urah.
"I'll try it," Lunevi says with a shrug, snagging something that looks like it might fit her. She checks the nickname of whoever's clothing she's stealing, just in case.
