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"The mayor speaks of logic? Illogical you say? And yet we stand here on this podium debating the merits and flaws of outsiders assisting the wayangs of Inahiyi. Let's focus on the facts. We are outsiders. We stand here assisting do we not? We have assisted in several of the Wayang's glorious ceremonies with joy. As far as we see it is all merits with little to no flaws. The wayang children enjoy Graff do they not?" Nit waves a hand back at Graff a she walks the stage in an attempt to speak logic back to the Mayor. "It seems as if two communities have joined as one if for but a moment."
Nit spends numerous minutes scouring over the debate handbook of the Wayangs. He sighs deeply, tossing it onto the open chair. "Holy Shit!" He rubs both hands through his hair. "They really put a lot of thought into talking for secluding themselves from everyone." He waves a hand a the thick binder of rules. "Shall we begin?" He asks with a worried look.
Nit gasps as if he had seen a ghost as the wayang walks into the room. "By the Gods!" He pats the wayang's arm to make sure he is real. "How are you still alive? Did some one bring you back to life?" He realizes he is asking too many questions as the wounded wayang describes the hooded figure. "We should bring this to the Mayor and Harjandi's attention. They might have a bit more insight."
Nit smiles as he pours over the list. " I might be able to help with Nobali the Tengu priest." He grabs his spear and flips it end over end with precision. hearing Graff beat him to the punch Nit takes back to the list. Let's see here.... How about Tiqa the Samsaran Sage! That should do just fine." Nit sees that Khellek chose Tiqa and sets out for something that fits his style. "I am not much of a trickster as it is very dishonest but this is a play after all and I can pretend!"
Seeing the booth's Nit rushes up to participate in a couple of them. Taking part in the body modification and the ritual scarification he slowly converses with the Wayang's during the process. "This is very interesting. What do each of these signify?"
Seeing the bleached skin Nit frowns. "'Fraid I'll pass on this one. My kind seems to do it well enough on our own." He grabs one of the paper hats. "I will try one of these though!" he says with a smile. During the booth process the little gnome let's out several yelps. Some of surprise and some of actual pain as he didn't know quite what to expect.
Nit has little trouble keeping up with all of the many questions as they come in one after another in quick succession. he too can get quite excitable, drawing his words close together with little to no pause. "Good, Yes, Yes, Very excited!." Nit tries to keep up as best as he can with Mayor Farzhan until Harjani keeps rudely interrupting. Hearing about going to their rooms Nit audibly groans. "We can see our rooms later. We will miss part of the festival!"
Nit is still wiping raw sewage from his clothes as he enters the shop. A small bit flings out onto set of teapots. He looks up a bit embarrassed and smiles sheepishly. "Sorry about that." he raises a hand to clean it off, only smudging it all over the place instead. "As Khellek said. We are here to help where we can. We were sent by Amara Li."
"Well met. Dragon's blood, you say? Very interesting. Could you elaborate?" Nit shrugs "No clue. Just what I have been told. Hundreds of years ago I guess one of use wandered into some cave filled with them and ended up drenched in dragons blood as a nest of em got in a fight. Magic filled the large cave infusing it with his body which is told to pass it on down the line. At least they say that is how I am able to cast these spells." *** Nit sits in rapt silence as the pair slowly create the arcane circle of teleportation. "Amazing!" He says as his head bobs about looking left and right. As it is complete, Amara Li is barely able to get her sentence complete as Nit leaps through the portal. "WHEEEEEeeee..."
Seeing Apollyanna's enter Nit turns to the door. Bright blue hair stands frazzles in all directions on his misshapen head with golden orbs, hidden behind thick goggles offer a stark contrast. Looking through his eyes they seem almost pure golden with little to no pupils. "Names Nitkiflink Stormfizz. You can call me Nit though." He raps a cold iron spear's haft hard against the ground as a second spear is criss-crossed across his back. "I am a fellow practitioner of the arcane arts. Though it is more accurate that in coarses through my veins as well as Dragon's blood. Or so my folks say."
As the skeleton falls Nit grabs his spear and pulls out his wand, tending to his wounds.
The rock suddenly begins to accelerate and Nit holds onto one of the outcroppings for dear life as it hurtles towards teh Fortress.
He points towards the fortress. "Look there is a breach!"
As the rock slams into the fortress Nit is thrown into a pile of soft asteroid dust that covers him from head to toe.
Nit hurtles to the ground where he lands with a dull thud. Standing he brushes himself off as asteroid dust falls back to the ground Seeing the undead just above on the hill he draws his spear as he moves and digs it into the ground to try and reach the top quickly.
Quickly reaching the top Nit stabs out at the skeletal champion with his spear as he grips it in both hands. "HYAAA!" he yells out using just a little more of the precious oxygen.
The spear clatters harmlessly off of the undead's armor as Nit stands exposed.
Nit rushes up to the fellow gnome and clasps him on the shoulder as he looks up at the red-skinned alien. "You all alright? My name is Nitkiflink Stormfizz" "The Pathfinders are all here. We came through a gate ourselves and a few of our magic users are holding it open as we speak. " He seems amused. "I didn't realize more gates opened up all over Golarian." He watches the alien to see if he understands Nit at all as Nit doesn't seem to understand a word the alien is saying.
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