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Round !: Samirah continues to give chase and wave her weapon at the smoke demon, however ineffectual it may be.
Samirah glances back towards the others once, and quickly, before chasing the demon. Sense Motive DC 20:
No relief on her face. Just pain and rage. Round Whaaat: Samirah tries to keep up with the demon in an attempt either to kill it herself, or to see which body he takes when he reaches the exit if she can't hit him. Either way, her blade is wreathed in flame as she runs.
As the blade hits her, she stumbles slightly, dropping down to the lower level five feet down from where she moved. And she continues moving; around the pit and away from the others. "If you wanted to carry the banner that badly, it did not have to come to this." She says over her shoulder. Once she gets far enough away, she turns her head to look up at the others behind her. "But it is nice to know only one of you is paying attention, maybe worthy of being called a friend. And here I was worried about the Dragon seeing it." Scorn drips heavily off these words, and the smile on her face is twisted into something cruel. "The pain she feels, knowing she's let herself be fooled into thinking people cared... oh. Delicious." She blows a kiss and continues running. GM:
Samirah smiles. It's a lot less friendly than normal. "I thought you knew better than to put yourself on the wrong side of my blade, Chancre. But if this is the only way we can move forward, so be it." She ignores Anevia's offer for aid, and drop-heaves the banner to the side, close to the exit that's being blocked by Chancre. And then she pulls her scimitar from its sheath and attacks, apparently aiming for areas that will do the most damage. After she swings, she attempts to move past him for the exit. Round Defending Herself:
"It is as Konstantin says. You have proven nothing." The friendliness is absent from her response in the doorway, and her grin has morphed into something more like a smirk. "I tire of this conversation."
"He is being a gentleman, refusing to ruin my outfit." She says with a grin, only stopping to respond once Konstantin has commented on the magic being cast behind her. "I will see you at camp, when you are done here, then." She bows deeply, smiling still, then leaves the room.
That's fine too, except I hate olives. I've tried to like olives so many different times, but I just can't. So as long as Chancre isn't offended when Samirah throws the olives out... that works too!
GM: Samirah is leaving now unless someone physically holds her back.
A slow smile. "Is that the exorcism? I had expected more chanting and religious invocation." She inclines her head to where Aron is potato sacked over Konstantin's shoulder. "You would not want the Boss to get grumpy about our delay here, no?" She moves toward the exit once more, using her hips liberally in transit. Chancre: And a special wink as she walks by, just for him!
"See? Konstantin does not seem to care. Let us go back to camp." Another grin.
"Is it the real thing?" She asks, carefully rolling it back up. Her tone is still friendly, but laced with impatience.
Samirah smiles, but says nothing in response as she unwraps the thing.
Samirah turns around and strolls back toward the banner. "We are most certainly taking the possible Sword." She picks up the cloth, tucking it under her arm rather than into her bag. "As long as Chancre does not mind my carrying it, and no one else objects." She teases. She turns to Sosiel. "I do not think I could help you much with moving Aron back to camp, but the strapping young Dragon with us could, if you needed it?" She looks back to Konstantin and grins after offering his strength.
"Then perhaps it can wait until I am at least closer to a change of clothing?" She grins and waggles her eyebrows. Then jerks her head to the door. "Come, let us move along."
She turns around to face him, tapping her foot and crossing her arms in front of her. "I would rather not be hurt at all by my friends." She pouts. "But, if it would make you feel better, then I will only make fun of you a little bit afterward when you find nothing amiss." She squints. "What exactly does an exorcism entail? Hopefully nothing that will ruin the outfit...?" She uncrosses her arms and gestures to her very shiny armor.
As long as the exorcism has tiny umbrellas...
"Have you ah... read me before? I suspect the results would have been the same." She spreads her hands. "I imagine we must all look confusing on that spectrum, for who among us is pure? But the suspicion is understandable." A shrug. "Now that we have Aron, we still need to find the Sword, yes? Let us walk and talk." She moves toward the door with only a few backwards glances to see if anyone else is following.
Samirah looks at the banner. "Are you... suggesting he has hidden in the cloth?" She asks, sounding confused.
Samirah shrugs, a slight grin on her face. "If I cannot defeat a demon before he escapes, the least I can do is light the room afterward." She tosses her hair and moves back toward her companions, giving Sosiel space to check on Aron. She does look interested in Konstantin or Chancre's response about the banner though, as it's clear she wouldn't know a holy relic from a tablecloth.
Right? Same. :)
The best kind of holiday, IMO.
As though she thinks the darkness might be masking her words as well, a very pained "Emotions. Useless." comes from where Samirah was standing when everything disappeared. Round 2:
Samirah brings fire to her blade, letting out another cry of frustration when it does nothing to illuminate her surroundings.
There's a look of sadness on Samirah's face that's very quickly replaced by determination. Round 1:
Samirah darts towards Ernie, graceful as always, but very carefully choosing where she strikes.
Have fun in..... Wisconsin. :D
"I am," Chancre says. "Elaboration available upon request." At this, Samirah smiles but doesn't dispute the statement.
Her expression sobers at this. "There is a lot of danger in love." She agrees. At Ernie's question, she looks at him steadily for a moment before speaking, clearly trying to figure out the best way to phrase her response. "I am most afraid of silence." Sense Motive DC20: This is an onion answer. There's a lot more she could explain or elaborate on, but it's probably the most she would give Ernie without being prodded.
Samirah casts a glance around at her companions. "There is no one answer. Our danger is circumstantial. Do you fear magic? Konstantin would be your greatest threat. Wield magic yourself? If I can get past your defenses, I would skewer you and smile while doing it. But Chancre... Chancre will talk at you until you die, and that is perhaps the greatest danger of all. The enemy who seems friendly and wields strength from his god." She spreads her hands. "Who does Aron perceive is the most dangerous?"
Samirah merely smiles in response to the demon's taunt and the falling temperature. "In that, I think, you are mistaken. You are wearing the skin of our friend, a hero in his own right, and if a hero cannot fight back, his friends will fight on his behalf."
"I would also like to add that I find it rich that a demonic entity would accuse mortals of being cruel, give the state in which we found Drezen. But if it makes you feel any better, I made fun of Chancre's name as readily as I did Chourssina's." Samirah shifts her posture slightly, looking less relaxed at the end of Chancre's statement.
Samirah nods as well. "I agree."
Samirah is at Chancre's side, letting him lead the discussion until he seems disinclined to continue asking questions or runs out of them. "I will be honest with you. I am curious if Chorussina named herself that, or if it was a punishment from the one she serves -- but I'm not wasting a capital-Q Question on that." But at this comment, she looks at him sideways. "Does 'Chorussina' mean something in this language I am not familiar with?" Her voice is almost a whisper.
"Surely we can have a discussion without the need to threaten bodily harm." Samirah doesn't bother with a fake smile when she turns back to talk to Aron, but she does inject some warmth into her voice.
"I came back to help you return safely to us... to Sosiel. That is my first priority."
Samirah's smile is no where to be seen as she turns to her companions. "Demonic influence? Something that can be broken?" She keeps her voice low, and her eyes keep darting to Sosiel.
GM:
A bit of a self-directed laugh, "It felt like forever, but it was only few days." He pauses maybe realizing how that sounds, "I didn't have to stay, and I knew there were others checking on me to make sure I was alright, but that was how long it took until I knew that art was something that was mine." She nods in response, relaxing her posture further. "It is a different kind of darkness," she agrees, "but darkness nonetheless. I..." she hesitates, looking less embarrassed and more like she's not sure of the words she's searching for. "I look up to you, I think. I would hope to find my own light in the darkness, and to remember the beauty around me even when I cannot see it." She wrinkles her nose. "I am a little biased, I still think the Plane of Fire is more beautiful than this place." She smiles, bowing her head slightly. "Thank you for humoring me."
"You shouldn't do that. She a very nice, giving person. Now she got upset with me for no reason and sent me to be blood-sucker food but you can't hold things like that against a beautiful woman." He smiles rakishly at Samiarh, "Just like I'm happy to forgive you leaving me chained here for your protection." "Well, she will have the chance to show us her kindness and generosity later. Unfortunately, when we found her, we found her working with demons." She shoots a similarly rakish grin back at the man. "And if it made you feel better, I would be willing to stand trial for leaving you here." Without further ado, she unchains him. She doesn't have her hands on her weapon... but she's also on high alert for shenanigans. "I would like to escort you to our camp and make introductions, make sure you get settled in better accommodations, if you would not mind the company on the walk."
Samirah watches Konstantin plummet, catch himself, and fly out of the trap. She laughs. "Perhaps you should be going through doors first from now on." You know she's joking, because of course she's going to continue going through doors first. When they move into the room of Oppressive Evil, Samirah at first looks as though she might shrink and fold in on herself in the weight of it, but shakes it off and stands tall, chin up and rests her hands on her hips. And scimitar hilt. "Statues of Baphomet and Deskari?" "You found a pony?" "You found a room filled with garbage for us to remove?"
Samirah salutes Pan and smiles a little, then welcomes Anevia and Aravashnial to the ledge party.
Samirah laughs. "A cutting wit is a friendlier tool with which to get things accomplished." She peers down at everyone left on the ground. "Would you like me to throw down a rope, or shall we open the door for you from the other side?"
"The door from the main room should be safe," Konstantin notes. "Or you could climb up here with me." Samirah stretches her fingers out. "No claws." But Samirah never lets a little lack of claws stop her from going where she desires. She slips the scale out of her pocket, uses it to cloudwalk, and levitates up toward Konstantin.
"Anything interesting in there?"
"...and I am in agreement about the banner with the trap. No real desire." Samirah nods, giving the banner a once over and seeing absolutely nothing out of place with it. "I would be happy to destroy whatever is inside of it, but yes, after we are finished with our other business." When Samirah looks over the murals, her nose wrinkles in disgust. "We should destroy these." GM:
Samirah waits for a minute to respond, taking real effort to process Sosiel's response. She seems comforted and slightly more relaxed. "How long did you have to stay in the dark?" GM: "Can't go wrong with the classics." He says with a cheeky grin. "Does my release from cruel bondage," managing to insert just enough humor into his tone that the words don't sting, "mean that you've slain the white-haired beauty that sent me to this early purgatory?" "We have not slain her, we chose instead to take her prisoner and she will await a trial." She responds in a friendly fashion. "If she doesn't figure out a way to escape first." She leans against the cage. "I would be happy to release you from this cruel bondage, if you are ready to leave it." She cocks her head, and although the smile is still there, her eyes are searching his. "The white-haired beauty... you know she is at odds with our reclamation of Drezen? We must put her on trial before we determine her fate, and we would need to keep the two of you separate until that happens." She says this kindly, not sure of the relationship between the two of them.
GM: Samirah makes her way down the stairs, head held high and looking a little... miffed. She manages to soften her expression when she comes up to the swashbuckler's prison. "I am here to bring you back to our camp, outside of this... dungeon." She looks the man over, doing what little observing she can to make sure he's not going to try and kill her the second she opens the door.
"I like the song you were singing, by the way. A tavern favorite." She smiles, eyes crinkling in the corners.
"He can come with us," Chancre says. "And I won't even check his teeth for fangs." She hesitates before answering. "I think it would be acceptable for you to check for fangs." She says, very seriously.
"I should not have left him there yesterday, addled and apparently cheerful though he is. I would not leave someone in a cage unless they had proven they deserved to be there." Her eyes are hard and voice is firm. Sense Motive DC15:
She's clearly guilty about leaving him there for the night and, given her history, not pleased with any hint of suggestion that he should stay there any longer. She makes her way downstairs to release the man and does not wait for someone to join her in doing so. GM:
"We should free the swashbuckler and bring him back to camp once we find Aron." Samirah says, seeming inclined to follow the inappropriate singing downstairs. "I am not opposed to bringing him with us while we search for Aron, either. But if anyone here is opposed, I would be happy to take him back to camp to rest outside of this dungeon while we continue our search." GM: ]
Roshan nods. Mouths three single syllable words in Samirah's direction with perhaps just the hint of a smirk. For a moment, it seems like she's about to explain what she might intend using a whip for, but merely inclines her head and returns what may be a mischievous grin. "Thank you, Roshan."
"If you know any ladies who want to have babies, then send them down to me!" Samirah's voice is strong and clear, and she sounds delighted. "I know that one! But perhaps, Chancre, this is not the place for it?" She jerks her head towards the pile of bodies he was clearly blurting at. As she takes a closer look at the bodies, and Konstantin asks his question, she drops her hands to her hips. "This looks too neat for a sacrifice, given what we saw yesterday in our time here."
Samirah tilts her head and searches Miril's eyes with her own. Sign: Her sign is emphatic. "I see no reason you should move forward with the fear that you are leashed, as that simply leaves you more open to whoever would try to overcome your will in whatever battles we face in the future." The sign is more emphatic. "We are free. You are free. And if you succumb again, we will kill the vampire and free you before you cause too much mischief. The same as you would do for me, or anyone else here." At the end of this, she finally smiles.
"Thank you for doing this for us." She says, and signs. "If you could, please find me a whip. I will need to speak with someone who knows a bit about enchanting, but I do not expect you to do that on my behalf." She thinks for a few moments. "For now, I think that is all I am in need of."
"You are both useful here." Samirah says, rolling her eyes as she signs. The eyeroll isn't sarcastic punctuation; she's smiling while she says it. "But I understand your point." Sign:
"You were not the only one who almost killed a friend under the control of another." This, she signs without a smile, and also without vocalizing it. "No one holds it against you, and we hope you do not hold it against yourself." "I feel as though it would be better to have someone watch your back while you travel, Roshan, and you do work very well together." Assuming Roshan has made his choice, Samirah hands him an unassuming bag, after first emptying it of a lot of ridiculously flashy jewelry and maybe a few gems. And then draws her scimitar from it. She grins, shaking it a little to make sure she didn't leave anything inside it. "I do not know the limits of what this can carry, but it has been fun to play with so far. It would be of use if you decide to pick anything up from Kenabres."
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