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"Thanks, Anthony." Mira observes the creature and weighs options. "If it's trapped and unable to get out, is there a way we can handle this without sustaining further injury or risk to us?" When Snag mentions a way to accomplish this, she nods in agreement.
:( Condolences... Take the time you need, we'll be here when you are ready to return!
"Thanks!" Mira says under her breath, meant for the healing bestowed upon her. Still flanking, she swings her hammer twice in rapid succession before raising her shield, hoping to end this monstrosity before the newcomer is taken down. Again. ◈
Mira was completely unprepared for the goblin to drop Ziel with a single blow. She was injured too, but it was the fact that the newcomer as laying in a bloody pile that affects her so much, that her next two swings are completely off target! She tries to shake her head and get with it, raising her shield in defense. ◈
Mira sprints forward to get behind the enemy, creating an opportunity to flank with her companions and strikes his once.
Once Manny passes the info along, she pulls everyone back to discuss strategy. "Alright. Manny hears something unusual in there, so prepare for trouble. The door is unlocked, so I'll open it and head in first, stay close behind me."
we'll be here, come back when you are ready! Good luck!
Mira eyes the twisted skeletons behind each door with quiet horror, her warhammer loosely gripped at her side. "This place wasn’t just a prison, it was some sort of expirementing place..." She glances at the others, especially Ziel, then adds, "No one's born like this. Someone made them like this. Tortured them. Changed them. And if the Sinspawn were guarding something... maybe it’s whoever was behind all this. Or whatever they left behind." Her tone hardens. "We finish what we started. No more surprises rising up beneath our feet."
Mira crosses her arms at Ziel’s tone, her brow furrowing slightly. Not in anger, but in that focused way she gets when someone challenges her understanding of danger. "I didn’t read about it in a book, I fought one. It bled like anything else. It just didn’t die like anything else." She glances at Snag, nodding once in agreement, then adds, "I don’t care what stories you’ve heard. Something is waking up under this town, and WE are not going to argue it away." Her voice holds a hint of righteous fire (or maybe that's just teenage angst). "We're going. You can come along and see for yourself, if you like." She pushes past him, clearly irked, and heads out the door for the glassworks.
Mira will defend until she is unable to hold her shield aloft!
Mira is a a striking young woman of fifteen, standing with confidence in her Sandoint Militia uniform. Her copper hair is pulled back with a headband. She wears is scuffed chainmail, but it is well-kept. When she speaks, her voice carries the calm authority of someone used to giving orders. There’s something both raw and noble in her presence, but she hasn't quite figured it enough herself to make it easy to pinpoint. Rising, she explains confidently "Sinspawn. Or so Manny called them. He told us not to let them bite us because they can control our emotions. As it turns out, they are quite dangerous with weapons as well." She extends her hand and sheakes with a firm grip "I'm Mira."
I'm getting caught up! I hope everything is ok Manny :(
Sorry to see you go, Lucien. But I get it, life gets busy and takes priority. Hope things improve soon for you! I'm still here, busy as well, but still here. As long as you can deal with me being slow occasionaly, I'm fine to continue on.
Mira smiles in appreciation as they collect the potions. "You are too kind, Miss Ameiko. Thank you."
Mira finishes her mead quickly, raising it up for another. She turns to Snag and nods, "Me too, Snaggy."
As the first mug of mead is pressed into her hands, Mira finally exhales and glances at the others. "We found ... something under Sandpoint. Old. Wrong. And dangerous." She looks around the table, eyes lingering on each face. Bruised, bloodied, but alive. "But we didn’t finish it. Not yet."
Mira concurs with returning to the surface, but she's not sure that sending the sheriff's guards down here is best. "I will talk to Sheriff Hemlock, but I'm not opposed to returning to finish what we started. I feel like there is something down here and Sandpoint won't be safe until it's sorted."
The darkness takes Mira:
Darkness folds around Mira like heavy velvet, warm at first, almost ... comforting? The pain fades, the shattering of shields, cries of pain are lost in a great, muffled hush. She feels herself falling through it. Weightless... ... until her feet touch stone. She stands in a vast, sunlit desert. The wind is hot carrying the scent of scorched sand. The sun hangs impossibly large in the sky, and from it steps a figure wreathed in golden light, her form shifting between humanoid and flame. A scimitar hangs at her side, its blade glowing like the dawn. Mira knows, without being told, who she is seeing. "You are not finished. The fire within you still burns, child of steel. There is more for you to do. They need you." "Rise, my ember. The world has not yet seen your full light." "Wait!" she calls out, reaching her hand out ..." Mira gasps out "...Wait!" as she throws herself forward, reaching out and grabbing a hold of Anthony shoulder, wide-eyed. She seems about to say something else, but looks around, dazed, taking a moment to collect herself, blinking her eyes rapidly. "...I... We... Won?" she asks, spitting out a moutful of blood.
I don't want Snag to die, I'm in favor of whatever enables that. I've never seen the every monday rule, but think that's pretty cool for a consistent group if we're making progress. Alternatively, if things slowed, every other encounter could work too.
Mira is thankful she raised her shield, putting it front of her to absorb as much damage as possible. As it cracks from the blow, she slings it to the ground, discarding it. KNowing somethin need to change, she turns to her attacker and glares at it, trying to will it into submission.
Unfortunately, her downed allies distract her and she's unable to summon the strength to pull the maneuver off. She falls back on standard technique, and swings away.
"Manny, back into the corr-!" Mira shouts too late. She furiously swings her warhammer once, twice into the nearby sinspawn adjacent to him before raising her shield.
Mira nods to Lucien, "Whatever it is, we need to do our best to remove it. We can't have anything from down here come up into the town, now can we?"
She sighs standing, watching Anthony do his work. "We are quite fortunate to have your skills!" Mira looks confused. "I'm not the best with healing, but this seems like it should have helped? A little? Does anyone know what is the matter?"
When the creature falls for good, Mira spins to check on her allies, knowing they suffered during the fight. Snag's plea for help is all it takes for her to take a knee beside him and begin to bandage up his wounds. "Forgive me, I'm not the best at this but I will try to ease your pain."
Mira had missed her last shot in haste, but she takes her time now, tracking the creature and watiing for the correct time to fire.
Mira quickly reloads her crossbow, searching for the creature and fires another bolt, but this time she does not take her time to aim and misses. "Hang in there!" she calls out to her team as she quickly loads another bolt.
Mira grits her teeth as her warhammer slams into the stone floor with a loud crack, the flying monstrosity already out of reach. The shriek, the flapping wings, Lucien's cry of pain-it all crashes into her senses at once. Her muscles tense to swing again, but she knows the weight of the warhammer won’t help her now. Too slow, Too heavy. Just for a moment, the thought of Salah’s words and the graceful curve of the scimitar flickers through her mind. Faster, lighter, better suited for something like that She pushes the idea aside, focus narrowing in on the immediate threat. Without hesitation, Mira drops the hammer, her hand already reaching for her crossbow slung across her back. She brings it up, cocks the mechanism and says "Let’s see how you like this!"
While Mira hears the shriek, she's completely unphase by it. She pivots, looking up for the creature.
Mira leads the group back down below, pausing to let Lucien sneak about to see if he spots any signs of trouble. "Come right back if you see anything dangerous."
I certainly would take it: 134571-2008, thanks!
Mira exhales slowly, the warmth of the sun through the glass making her feel more at ease than she has in days. She relaxes in the quiet of the garden, listening to the rustle of the wind and the soft voice of Salah beside her. She listens closely, not just to the stories of Sarenrae’s compassion and fury, but to the rhythm in which Salah speaks. Tthe cadence of a woman who has seen fire, and learned to control it rather than be consumed by it. When the priestess begins showing her basic healing techniques, how to wrap a bandage more efficiently, the signs of a fevered wound, the pressure points to stop bleeding, Mira leans forward, hands marked with the scars of training and combat now learning gentler work. It’s not easy, but she listens, tries, and tries again. And again. Come back, every dawn that you are able. Mira gives a small, almost shy nod. I will." The thought of being trained by a Knight of Absolution stirs something deep in her chest. She doesn’t quite know what path she’s on yet, but knowing someone will walk it with her-someone like Salah-makes it feel real. Possible. She chuckles a little when the priestess gestures at her warhammer. The hammer’s not going anywhere." Mira says with a crooked grin, affectionately nudging the weapon with her boot. "It’s ugly, heavy, and built for smashing things in front of me, which suits me just fine." Then, after a beat, she glances toward Salah. "But... I wouldn’t mind learning the blade, too. I think. It’d mean something to carry both. One to defend, and one to redeem. Maybe?"
Mira looks up at Salah, momentarily caught in the strange, golden shimmer dancing in the priestess’s eyes. It reminds her of the sunrise over the harbor. Warm. Unwavering. Full of purpose. Salah’s words echo in her mind: The Keeper of Redemption needs her champions... and I see her heart in you. Mira swallows the lump in her throat. She thinks of the boy she led out of that nightmare at the Glassworks. Of Ameiko. Of the weight of her warhammer. Of the growing fire in her chest that won’t let her sit by when others are hurting. Her answer is quiet, but steady. "Yeah. I guess I would." She stands, shouldering her shield and lifting her hammer. She looks Salah in the eye, resolve forming in her. "I want to fight for something more than just survival. I want to protect people. Not just swing a hammer when something scary shows up. If your training can teach me how to be that kind of warrior... then I’m ready."
Mira blinks, the foreign word catching her off guard. "The Knights of... Absolution?" she repeats, testing the phrase on her tongue. Mira shifts on the bench, brow furrowing "No. I have not. They’re like... defenders then?"
Mira sits alone on a stone bench in the courtyard, her polished warhammer leaning against her leg, her shield laid beside her. She's not in uniform today-just her worn but clean tunic and trousers. There are faint, dried smudges of blood at the cuff of her sleeve, a memory of the Glassworks. She's not always the best at washing and cleaning, there are more important things to focus on! She stares at her reflection in her shield, brows furrowed, her thoughts heavy. The image of Lonjiku Kaijitsu, frozen in molten glass. Kusano’s tearful face. The monster that lunged at Lucien. The blood in the dormitory.... it was too much. She doesn’t hear the quiet footsteps approaching until a smooth voice breaks the silence. "That’s a warrior’s expression if I’ve ever seen one." Mira looks up quickly, surprised, but eases when she sees the woman-Salah, the priestess of Sarenrae from Qadira. She observes the womnna's golden earrings and the silver disk of the Dawnflower resting on her chest. "Mind if I sit?" Salah gestures to the bench. Mira shakes her head. "No. Please." Salah lowers herself gracefully to the bench, folding her hands in her lap. For a moment, she says nothing, simply watching the sunlight. "I saw you at the ceremony. And again yesterday, helping that boy-Kusano, is it? After what happened at the Glassworks." Mira’s gaze hardens slightly at the mention. "I didn’t want him to see any more than he already had." Salah nods. "Protecting the innocent, even when the world demands you fight. That’s not easy." She looks at Mira, her eyes sharp, as if she sees more than she lets on. "Have you ever heard the tenets of Sarenrae?" Mira hesitates. "I know of her. The Dawnflower. Healing, redemption, fire. Stuff like that. But that is more for priests than people like me."
I selected Sarenrae! I will never turn down RP :D
Oh, nice! What skill feat you looking at? Intimidating glare! Mira is ready.
Mira's fine falling back. As far as level 2, Mira chose a champion dedication and lunge.
Mira concurs, "I do not think it's imperative that we remove it at this moment. Let's remember to revisit it later."
Mira prefers one hand on her shield and thus lets Snag take the large bladed-weapon. She doesn't like being split like this, so once Snag grabs the blade she says "C'mon, let's go see how the other two are doing and what that area looks like. We're getting too far apart for my comfort down here." She leads her group back to Manny and Lucien.
"Good idea, Lucien." Mira nods, moving to the north cautiously, shield raised. She's amazed how the dirt tunnel has transformed into this underground labrynthn of finished stone.
Things are tough for me right now. I was a remote worker previously, but now have 3 hours of commuting a day I didn't have before. My free time to post is greatly diminished. I apologize for delays, I'm doing my best to not drop games.
Mira has a hard time leaving an area unexplored before moving on. She thinks about it for a moment before deciding to press onward, curiosity now getting the better of her.
Mira shakes her head, confused. "This doesn't make any sense at all. I know every inch of this town. No one has talked about this place before? This isn't about goblins, they wouldn't make something like this. This is very odd."
Mira seems concerned about the wounds Lucien acquired in that skirmish, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Are you alright? That is a wicked weapon, a ranseur." She pats his shoulder twice with a reassuring smile, "But the good guys always win, Lucien." Once he's healed up and ready to go, she'll lead the way down the next tunnel to the east.
Mira continues to swing her hammer repeatedly, but she keeps her head hidden behind her shield and misses both times.
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