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Hana is pleased with her work on her weapons and only to happy to move on the next day, jeers or no.
As the caravan arrives at the village she remains guarded, and she leans over to whisper to Dereje. Dereje: "Something about this does not sit right with me."
"... are there cannibals in these parts?"
To Athyra, Hana says, "I hope you are comforted in knowing, at least, what has become of them. Memories can hurt, but they can also be a comfort." Hana seems put off by the cockfighting. "If you will. I need to do some work to maintain my weapons: The salt water is pernicious to the metal." Hana finds a comfortable spot to sit and work on cleaning, tightening, and sharpening her various weapons.
Yeah, still here!
Hana says, "Your help would be immensely useful, but... if you need time to mourn, you should not deny yourself that opportunity. What happened here is tragic and I am sorry for your loss. Work may help you put it behind you, but you may find it cropping up at unexpected times." "As much as we would like your help, we would prefer what is best for you first of all."
Hana says, "I will help build a pyre, or dig a grave, or perform such actions as are necessary to meet your needs in this matter."
"We made it," says Hana to Athyra, looking comically disheveled. "The place was full of salt wights, but we dispatched them."
Hana's shoulders slump perceptibly. "We made it," she says, half-unbelievingly.
Hana nods and strides up to regard the doors briefly before she pushes at them. The exertion causes her to pause and cough, then catch her breath. "Why someone would use iron for doors in such a humid environment is a strange puzzle," she says. "Moreso that they have not rusted away to pitted nothing in the intervening years."
Once given some magical healing, Hana nods and manages to straighten her posture again. She brings her sword back to a guard position. "Interesting. The miners found something long buried, it seems."
"At least we have ended this specific problem," says Hana. She pushes herself to her feet with a wince. "I must admit that a panacea for my wounds would be helpful."
"What is left? Is there more to see in this cave?"
"Unf," Hana says. She coughs and weakly sits up. "I have... felt better."
Hana has had too much and collapses, dying.
Hana slams her sword down on the orb again, trying to shatter it. One of them will give out first. Probably her.
In a shocking display of resolve, Hana pushes through the pulsing waves of negative energy to bring her sword down upon the orb.
Hana lets out a heavy breath, her sword drooping. Then she raises it above her head and rushes the orb, slicing at it with her enchanted katana.
Hana manages a perfect, desperate backhand slice that neatly cuts through the wight's throat. If it were a living creature, it would be spraying blood that makes a whistling sound from the jugular.
Hana continues to slow and tire as the wights reduce her to nothing. She manages one more slash.
Hana lands another dangerous slash on the wight.
Hana pivots and cuts again, hitting hard with the power of her hips, trying to finish off her previous target and reduce the amount of foes on the field.
Hana rushes in side-by-side with the compelled wight to gang up on one of the enemies.
Lotta salt wights!
Hana pulls back a bit and whispers, "Should we engage from a distance? I can hold the front if Dejere starts with his gun."
My wife has decided to have family over in spite of the pandemic, so I'll be away through the weekend.
Hana's sword droops and for a moment she breathes heavily. Clearly this combat has taken more out of her than she would normally let on. After a few moments she glances back at her compatriots, straightens slowly, and smooths her facial expressions once more. "Which way do you think we should proceed?" she asks. "Doubtless there will be more of these kinds of... problems."
SHWING! Hana slices again into one of the salt-wights, relentless in her continued focus on the fight.
Hana takes the hit, swings back and misses again.
Undaunted, Hana keeps swinging wildly to no effect.
Hana moves in behind the wight, letting it take the brunt of the frontal assault, but looking for a position from which she can strike if possible.
Hana nods quietly toward the northeast, in the direction of the next pair of salt wights.
Hana nods warily and then glances over at Mum. "An unusual power, commanding the restless dead. I suppose it can go first."
Hana draws her katana once more, and stands her ground - she doesn't want to risk using her bow and then having the wights drop down and charge her.
Hana clambers out of the pool, does the slo-mo supermodel hair shake, then pushes her hair back and squeezes out the excess water. "I could not find the key," she says. "Let's carry on. I can't think of anything else to look for here."
"Can it be opened magically, perhaps?" asks Hana. "Otherwise we either have to break it open and risk damaging the contents, or carry it with us." "For the moment I'm going to go under in the pool and see if I can find the key down there."
Hana wipes down her sword and replaces it in its scabbard. "Not much here. I wonder if those undead were the remnants of someone who died here." "Have we any way to open this rusty strongbox?"
Hana steels herself for the wight's strike and makes a counterattack.
Hana steps partway into the water - no great difficulty for her - and draws her katana in a flash. She lets out a terrifying kiai as the blade whips through the air with frightening speed.
Since she can see in the dark, and can swim, Hana takes the risk of descending slightly into the water to head toward the alcove - though she keeps an eye out for anything that might try to swim up and bite her.
"Someone's been here," says Hana, hand resting once more at the hilt of her sword. "Let's check the campsite."
Hana stows her bow, then takes out her sword and examines it critically. She frowns. "Such a vile, inglorious creature, and it has damaged my blade," she says unhappily. "I hope that this is not a repeat occurrence."
Once the ooze disintegrates, Hana is quick to approach Savras, but she lacks the medical skill to gauge his condition. "I think he needs assistance quickly."
Hana fires her bow again, but can't hit the ooze without hitting what little is left of Savras.
Hana backs up a step, draws her short bow, and seems content just to plink at the slime, hoping that it can be stopped by continued application of force.
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