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"Well this is embarrassing," Raseri says as her cheeks turn red. "My apologies," she says to the strange fellow as she bows and hurriedly closes the pathway. "Maybe I should just get everyone out of the cages, first," she mutters before walking over to the next cage and trying to free its captives.
"Stay close," Raseri tells the couple before hustling to the next cage. She draws her sword as she concentrates on the threads of the weave around her. Whatever it is that's noticed her isn't likely to be friendly, but the priestess hopes that speed will let her get away with her trickery. With a deep breath and a prayer for luck, she tugs on what she thinks is the right thread to open a doorway between Midgard and the Shadow Realm.
Interesting. If I didn't feel like I'm running on fumes, I'd play around with it.
The posts are public and honestly, this is the kind of thing that I think AI should be used for. I've got no issues with it.
Gunnar and Luthael do, I believe. Aterro left when I was still playing Arianna, so Raseri doesn't know any of them. She might feel a connection to Kali, given how similar their backgrounds are. That's a long shot, though. Honestly, I'm hoping we can snap Kali out of whatever has a grip on her. I really don't want her tale to end with her getting mind controlled then killed by people she liked.
Raseri walks over to one of shadows of the cages that hold the captives. Traps and even bars mean little when you can walk the paths between, but it's not without risk, even if their foe wasn't a wily old crone. Still, it is better to try than to give up. Once Raseri is by the couple that had helped the party in the small village they had set out from, she focuses on the threads that bind the world together again and seeks to open a door to let them through.
Hey all, sorry for not posting today. Busy day at work and I just clocked out. Not sure I'll get one up tomorrow, either.
Raseri reaches back to her time studying in the library of the Black Prince's hunting lodge. She'd read many texts there, and she remembers rituals that some cults used to enter the Shadow Roads at will. She smiles as she finds the threads she needs and gently tugs on them. She may be the kind of person to rush into a fight surrounded by thunder and lightning, but that never meant she didn't have a subtle side to her. If this works, she can only imagine the howling and cursing the hag will do. And if it doesn't, well, it's not like anyone's likely to remember her failure in song anyway. With deep breath to banish the fear of failure, Raseri steps through the doorway she's made for herself and vanishes from Midgard.
The hag isn't going to appear until the minions had a chance to wear them down. Unfortunately for the old crone, Raseri likes playing tricks of her own from time to time.
Feeling drained. I'll try to get a post up tomorrow.
Oh, if Scram's climbing down, then Raseri could have included Emilee in the casting of Feather Fall.
As everyone falls through the roof, Raseri calls upon a spark of power within her and slows everyone's fall, then she looks around for any sorts of fey tricks the hag may try.
>_< I'm an idiot. Okay, let's pretend that Raseri said she'll slow everyone's fall or told Gunnar to be ready to fly because she is much smarter than I am apparently. :P
Raseri's heart leaps into her throat when she sees Emilee slide past her, and she's too far away to help her. Thankfully, Luthael saves her from certain death, and the priestess sends a quick prayer of thanks for the prophet's foresight and quick thinking. Still, there's the issue of the dome. They have to bust through it quickly lest they be swarmed. Thankfully, it seems her companions are already making progress on that front. "Gunnar! Get ready to slow our fall," she says before trying again to break through.
Raseri lands on the dome and plants her feet. She holds Logi in her hands, figuring the spear deserves a chance to drink deep of the hag's blood. First however, is the dome, and it proves to be a treacherous foe as a sudden gust causes Raseri's feet to slip and sends her sliding towards the edge.
After getting what rest she can, Raseri wakes and prays to her god for strength. Thor answers, blessing her with a wellspring of power and the knowledge of how to help keep others from slipping off to Valhalla too soon.
Hey, all. Apologies, but I'm feeling drained. I'll try to have Raseri's spells picked out and a post up tomorrow.
Raseri can also prepare sending, but I think I'll be mostly going to stuff that can lay down some hurt or keep the hag form escaping. Just to clarify, we are taking a long rest then bamfing to the Hag's lair, right?
Raseri does her best to shield Emilee when she hears the hag's voice, but when the old crone's attention turns to her, she feels terrible small. She should have known the spiteful old witch would have found someway to hurt them. Her family is long dead, so the hag reached for old wounds and insecurities. When the vision is gone, Raseri feels exhausted. The weight of lifetimes bows her shoulders as she collapses to sit on the ground. "She means to kill us by a thousand cuts. She means for us to fail."
Raseri lets out surprised laugh at Scram's bit of wordplay. Perhaps she enjoys a good pun. Perhaps she's just that tired, but either way, the bit of levity seems to have lifted her spirits. After the noon meal, she finds a nicely shaded spot and passes out from sheer exhaustion, not waking up until the next morning.
The mix of emotions that cross Raseri's face as she listens to Scramsax's tale is interesting, to say the least. Skepticism. Confusion. Disbelief. Frustration. Resignation. She pinches the bridge of her nose and tries not to let her fatigue get the better of her temper and drive her into an unfortunate, if satisfying, response. "Scramsax," she says wearily, "I believe either you are cursed, or one of us is and you're just the manifestation of it. Are you certain that Loki isn't somewhere in your bloodline?"
And that scene happened while I was away, which explains why I didn't remember it until it was brought up. So yeah, Raseri definitely has some questions now.
Raseri sighs as she recognizes the dwarves' insignia. Despite the deep sense of foreboding she feels, she turns her attention to the others around the table. "I suppose that hoping they'd stay put was a forlorn hope. Ghouls, the shadow fey, and the brewers I understand, but know not I of any reason for some fell chipmunk to be aligned against us." She looks to the others with a raised eyebrow. "Was this from a time before my joining?"
Arianna has Sylvia's sister in a spear, right? As for me, I think Raseri's going to spend the time getting to know Emilee and helping Luthael learn how to wield a sword.
"Nay. Seek not I worldly treasures for this. Speak I of a price of blood and sweat. A part of the blade will become a part of yourself," she says tapping the halflings chest where her heart is. "Your namesake of a blade shall you have. If it truly be of you be the question."
AdamWarnock, thanks for response. I'll have to get something up tomorrow...beat from conferences all day. No worries. I really should have been going to sleep a while ago anyway.
Raseri listens to Scram, tangents and all, before pondering the lightening sky then the chunk of ore. It should be night, a part of her thought. Deep night when the auroras dance and caper across the star-dusted sky of her home centuries and miles away. When she talks, her accent and manner of speech changes. "Daughter of the north am I, little thief. Lifetimes and centuries seen have I, true. In the realms of the fey passed uncounted years. Them did I see. Long vanished to the snows and ash has gone my home. Last of my clam may be I, but know I not for truth. Some magic there may be in the work of my hands, perhaps. A trick of fey magics thought I when the gem cloven to my sword did see I," Raseri tells Scram before taking a deep breath and looking hard into the strange halfling's eyes. "What craft of my hands do you wish? What price pay you for a work made from my hands?"
Appealing to Raseri "As an exile, I know the value of homeland. Emilee is still young, but one day she will be curious about her roots. If the dragon is free to destroy the chambers beneath the medical scriptorium, she will lose precious clues to her existence. There may be some important tool or alternative component we missed." When Raseri looks at Scram, the eyes that peer from the Thorsdottir's face are not those of the young woman she appears to be, but those of something far, far older. "You speak as if you are the only one that is out of place. Tell me, Scramsax, what do you know of me?" Icy blue eyes bore into halfling's, compelling her to answer.
=== After her conversation with Scramsax, she finds Emilee and wraps her up in a hug. "Well, little sister mine, what will you do after the dragon has smote hag and tower into ruin? Have you a home to return to?"
I'll get a post up tomorrow. I am beat.
"Safe travels, friend," Raseri says as Darrell leaves.
I can swap some stuff out. Raseri's main schtick is dealing damage, but that doesn't mean she can't be a support caster if needed. I'm just not good at playing her that way.
Raseri takes a moment to make sure her legs wouldn't give out on her if she tries to move before doing or saying anything. Darrell's reaction doesn't surprise her, but Emilee's does. She's a hardy one. Give her a few more years and I'm not sure anything could shake her for long. She smiles at the girl before turning to their guide. "Thank you for your help, Darrell. We owe you a great debt in aiding us," she tells the foxkin before stepping up and motioning for him to lower his ear so she could whisper in it. Darrell:
"You have been brave, and there's no shame in admitting when one is not able to walk a dangerous path. Next time we meet, I hope to repay the debt owed to you." After seeing Darrell off, she turns to Emilee. "I won't ask if you are certain. I am wise enough to see that much, Emilee. For now, though, I think we need a place to sleep. The night was long, and I for one have no desire to make any mistakes from a lack of rest."
Take care. We'll be here when you feel better.
Given that Raseri feels responsible for Emilee, she'd want to keep her close, but she'd ask her first before making any decisions. I've got a feeling that Darryl wants off this crazy train.
After seeing her arrive, Raseri is terrified of the dragon. She doesn't want to impose anymore than she absolutely has to.
Waiting on what the dragon does before posting again.
The last thing Raseri wants is to impose on any being capable of such a display of power, and she nervously looks to Scramsax in silent question and plea.
After, I think we should count ourselves lucky. This does not seem like it'd be an easy foe to fight.
Raseri is no coward, but neither is she insane. The great wyrm fills her with both awe and dread as she lands and bellows her questions. After the the dragon's question, she takes in a deep breath and silently directs Luthael to hold Emilee and ushers the others back away from the nest as she steps up beside it, and well out of arms reach of it. "A thousand apologies, my lady," she says with a bow of her head. "The reason is two-fold. We left the witch's lair in a hurry, and our navigator," she slides her eyes towards Scram, "whisked us away to this place. The other and more important reason is that the deal was for the safe return of your brood. They had been tainted by the hag's magic, and we were only now able to remove the marks of her cursed touch, after battling off the wretch's attempt to reclaim them. We would have come to you as soon as we would be able. I have no wish to separate a mother from her offspring, whether she be the smallest and weakest fairy or one as mighty as yourself. We would have to return anyway, for we have another promise to keep, one that I hope will be easier now with your offspring no longer a part of the wicked contraption she had them in. Cast whatever spells you wish upon my words to know their truth. Your children await their mother."
As they float down, Raseri looks down at Emilee. "Once we land, I'll need your help getting the eggs into a nest for their mother. She's a cranky one, so best to be quick about it," she tells the young woman.
As they float down towards the ground, Raseri keeps shepherding Gunnar, Emilee, and Darryl to keep them together while removing the foul taint of the hag's curse from the eggs with the divine power granted to her by Thor. While she has no qualms about facing a dragon if need be, she does worry about failing to keep her promise to the spirit of the Margreve Forest, and she isn't certain that she and her companions are equal to this foe, especially after the bout with the wyverns and their goblin riders. Once her task is done, she looks to Luthael and Gunnar as she holds Emilee close to her. "I've done all I can until we reach the ground," she tells them.
Raseri's already cast remove curse twice. If possible, she'll keep nudging everyone closer together incase she needs to cast Spirit guardians or something to protect them, especially Emilee and Darryl.
I dunno. Raseri can do remove curse on all five and still have some juice left in the tank, so my main worry is if she has enough time before Momma Dragon finds us.
"I can undo the black-tongued sow's work. I just need time," Raseri says as she prepares to remove the curse from the next egg. Steeling her nerves, she prays again for the strength needed to undo the hag's magic before placing her hand on the egg and unraveling the weave of vile magic.
Raseri swallows as she hears the roar that scares off the wyverns. She knows she doesn't have long and turns to one of the eggs and begins to prayer to her god for the strength to overcome the vile hag's curse, then touches the egg with one hand. One down, Four to go.
"Damn," Raseri mutters before deciding that she'll just have to risk the mother dragon arriving before they can finish dispelling the hag's influence on her brood. "The ravens take that hag's eyes," she growls as she extends her hand and summons a column of holy lightning on the wyvern trying to stalk them.
Raseri's eyes narrow as she finds the last wyvern. The clever bastard is trying to imitate a cloud. "Luthael, can you help Ingryd with those two inbred dragons," she asks as lightning flashes in her eyes.
Just replace, no repair. Apple and John Deere are poster children for the anti-repair movement in corporations. It's one of the reasons I'm going to make sure the next phone and laptop I get are built with repairability in mind.
Raseri keeps an eye on the wyverns, a prayer to bring some measure of protection on her lips.
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