The tiger-style warrior nods to the boggard, pointing a clawed finger at him "Make no nefariousness!" she declares while puffing her chest out slightly, "OR ELSE!"
Once gone, she turns to Voshi and asks "What have you found, little bouncing one?"
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Saylarya growls loudly as she is beaten badly, but she does not give up ground and presses her attack. Waiting for the right moment to strike, she slashes three mores times at the Chieftan, but her weakened body is evident in her less than perfect form.
Saylarya has no issues continuing to shorten the Chieftan's tongue, moving on to his body afterwards.
Saylarya snarls when the Chieftan's tongue wraps around her. In retaliation, she slashes her sharpened claws against it until she's set free and then continues to slash at the foes between her and the big boss.
Ready to pounce, Saylarya waits the opportunity to slash at the first chance she can.
"I shall handle the nearest one!" she calls out, moving to engage with a tiger-like roar. Well. As best a catfolk can manage a tiger-like roar.
Watching Voshi brazenly dash forwad causes Saylarya to scowl, making a note to chide the young kitten later about such foolish techniques. Turning her attention to the creature before her, she says "If your chief is as round as you, I would say that you all have already eaten too much!" Slipping into her tiger stance, she slides forward gracefully and lashes out with her clawed hand.
Saylarya stares at the symbol, trying to avoid the curioisity that digs at her. "Maybe we should touch it and see what happens? Don't you want to know what will happen? How can you deny it? She relents and leads the way onward, making sure to stay ahead of the eager Voshi who is trying to take her position in the front.
Saylarya barely manages to keep her cool, but she somehow keeps it together. She hears Voshi whimper which makes her growl in anger, slashing and slashing at the remaining adjacent enemy.
Slipping into tiger style, the monk then dashes forward past Zathra to put herself in front of the danger. Once in place, she strikes with one of her sharp claws!
Saylarya looks back and forth between Zathra and Uthe, not believing the discussion she's overhearing. She looks at Voshi with a You've got to be kidding me! expression on her face. She then sours at Voshi's comment about getting tunics and trousers. Looking up to the sky the catfolk mutters "Ancestors. Why do you test me so?"
"Nefariousness in BOOKS!?" Saylarya shouts in astonishment, ready to punch the book if need be. After skimming the notes, she asks "Who is Cursebreaker and why are they a problem?"
"May I?" Saylarya asks, taking a turn with it. Flipping it over several times she says, "It's right here, do you see? This is what you need to open it with..."
Unable to recovery from the disgusting cloud, her hair burning from the fire. She hacks and coughs while swinging her fists about in the hopes of ending this ooze quickly.
Saylarya growls, a sound vibration that rumbles deep in her throat before she lashes out at the surging sludge.
After Zathra remarks on Uthe's aura, the monk turns towards the sorceress and says. ". Vivaciousness. Vivaciousness" Saylarya says, repeating the word over and over. When she remarks on her ex, she says "I bet they were missing vivaciousness."
Saylarya repeats Voshi, nodding her head. "Nefariousness." She looks through the expedition gear asking "Does anyone need any of this?"
Unable to find their target, Saylara also readies an attack should it return.
Looking around, Saylarya can't find it. "Where has it gone!?"
Saylarya whirls when jabbed in the back, unable to find the sources. She cries "Nefariousness!" and slips into a stance to fight something, but is unable to find it.
And then she looks up and sees it. "There! Above!" She pulls out her hand crossbow, fires it towards the object and then reloads.
Saylara listens to Uthe's comment with widened eyes. She inhales a breath and pulls back "Uthe!" she gasps in surprise. The muscular catfolk leads the way, but she is partially distracted by Uthe's previous comment and only able to devote half of her attention to the task at hand.
The large feline folk has no interest in bees and steps decidedly away from the urn. She looks at Uthe strangely "Did you not hear Zathra the wise say we should not disturb them? I do not wish to be stung one hundred times!"
The monk frowns, not understanding. "How angry could an urn-sized creature be? Perhaps it is angry because it is trapped in the urn?" she states.
Saylarya moves to the ready, positioning herself between the urn and the others. "Nefariousness." she comments, eyeing the urn with caution.
Saylarya pulls Voshi back to her feet. "If you ask me Voshi, they attack you because you wear those human clothes. I think you should shed them and perhaps they will not injure you with their nefariousness." She speaks nothing of being pummeled to near death earlier despite not wearing clothes herself. The monk stares at Zathra with rapt attention during her proclamation. "So sayeth Zathra, it must be. We will help these humans, regardless of our own beliefs."
Next round if I'm not dying: "Zathra! Help Uthe! She is a fragile kitten!" Saylarya calls out before continuing to pummel the large thing.
The catfolk monk continues to pummel the large creature, taking the punch in stride and doing her best to lay on the punishment to it.
Determined to end this golem, Saylarya falls into a rhythm and lands two more solid blows.
Taking guidance from the wise on, Saylara does her best to continue punching, kicking and trying to take down the magical creature.
Unable to avoid being grabbed and injured, Saylarya flails her body as she tries to retaliate and hit back. Unfortunately however, being held up like she is makes her counter attack less effective. She growls, frustrated.
"NEFARIOUSNESS NO MORE!" she declares. Saylara eagerly throws her paws into the ooze three times, not waiting to see if it wants to try and dissolve her or not.
She then tips her head questioningly at Saylarya. "Do you even know what that word means?" she asks, genuinely curious. "Your question is nefariousness." the monk says, scoffing at Uthe, Saylara motions wildly with her hands. "Of course I do!" she says defensively.
"NEFARIOUSNESS INDEED!" Saylara confirms as she puffs out her chest. When everyone is ready, the muscle-bound monk flips the table out of the way so they can engage the ooze. She points at the puddle and declares "Your nefariousness ends this day, ooze!"
Saylara likes the sound of the word nerfariousnes and keeps repeating it. "Neafariousness." "We should be on our guard for nefariousness." she purrs, nodding her head several times. Turning towards the sorceress, she says "Uthe, I should caution you against nefariousness." Turning to Voshi she whispers "I sense nefariousness!"
I created a new kitteh today, Zathra The Wise!
Saylara shrugs "I do not think she is saying that at all. Why should we expend all of that unnecessary energy to do that work when we just can go ask Abayome to tell us? Zathra is wise in all of her years, you would do well to listen to your elders." the monk informs the sorceress.
Saylarya is incensed by the name calling of Baats'ulan. "MONGRELS! How dare you! We come here to have a civilized discussion and you resort to name calling!"
Saylara finishes her performance and moves to join in by continuing to win the crowd "This is a terrible thing. You cannot win an argument simply by saying "you probably caused this thing" without evidence!"
Saylara knows she could try to support their cause verbally, but that is not where she was most effective. Instead, she decides to demonstrate her talents to win over the crowd. Using the full extent of her training an innate feline abilities, the monk embarks on an acrobatic performance for the crowd of maneuvers, flips and tumbles that few humans could follow. Through it all however, she uses her bracelet of dashing which jangles on her left wrist to maximize her performance and help draw the oooohs and aaaaahs from the crowd.
Saylarya leans in to Voshi and whispers "I wouldn't have brought up the restrictive human clothes. Bah!"
Saylara wanted to help, she really did. She sees Uthe trying and she moves up alongside of her to offer some additional words, but when the man speaks it angers the monk and her response is less than helpful.
"You may not speak to us this way. You know nothing of our ways or traditions and cannot speak to what we are not." She turns to the "elder" among them and points at her. "Tell him, Zathra!."
Wiping the ooze from her body, she smiles at the conclusion of that fight. "I feel much better now that we have several successful battles behind us. We are better prepared against these disgusting blobs of goo." Following Voshi, she also tries to gather as much information as possible to help them get to the bottom of this problem.
"Well done." she compliments Voshi and Zathra on their tactics to get the men to leave, only to find them returning with hostilities later. "Treachery will not be tolerated." Saylarya declares, before throwing to fists into the closest enemy.
"What can I do to help?" Saylarya asks Zathra, knowing there is nothing she can do. She accompanies the oracle around and makes sure she stays safe. She sighs "I wish we could do more to help, but this is clearly not something I was trained in."
Saylarya moves alongside Voshi, dwarfing the smaller catfolk. She folks her hands together and says "Greetings. We are hoping you possess some additional information that will allow us to help eliminate the Slithering. We would be pleased if you would share your knowledge with us."
The monk has been humbled by her inability to protect her companions, but mostly her inability to protect herself. After Zathra saves her life and sees to her wounds, much of Saylarya's previous cattitude has gone. "I was not respectful enough earlier, wise one. I owe you my life, thank you for saving me. I am disappointed that when my moment arose, I failed you all." --------
When told she should wear human clothes before they go into the embassy, she balks loudly while crossing her arms on her chest "You want me to put on what?" -------
Groaning in pain, she lifts her head from the ground and sees Zathra standing above her. She sees the danger is still imminent and since her claws were useless, she switches things up and tries to use her fists this time!
"Oh." she remarks curiously, watching the ooze rise from the ground and batter her relentlessly.
"IS THAT ALL YOU HAVE YOU-" she never gets to finish her declaration as the creature squeezes the life out of her and she drops unconscious.
"This is what happens when you wear human-clothes!" Saylarya informs Voshi, pointing at the puddling-merchant-goo. She leans back and swirls her arms around her until she relaxes into her tiger stance and strikes it twice.
The large "kitten" jangles her bracelets for Uthe before turning back to Zathra. "I received no visits from spirits nor elders, but I find it highly possible that I have been guided here to join you this day." Eyeing Voshi, Saylarya tilts her head to one study to study the garment before shaking her head and rubbing her eyes "Perhaps you can stand in the front with your potentially prickly pineapple patterns and blind them so that I may swoop in behind them." Leading into the city, she observes the strange looks they are getting and says softly to those behind her "Please do not wander off alone."
"STOP!" a voice booms from above in the trees. The large, muscle-bound form of a greyish-white catfolk with black swirls that remind of tiger stripes, falls down from above and lands in a crouch before the travelers. Holding her hand out to prevent them moving much further ahead, she says "I know of your journey. It is full of danger and it is unwise to proceed with out proper protection." Rising to her feet, she stands up proudly and declares "Therefore, I have decided I am to accompany you on your quest of exploration and discovery." She holds her head up proudly, letting the light outline her features so she looks rather majestic before the group. Wearing wraps on both hands, a jangling silver bracelet on her left wrist and a copper ring on her left pinky finger, she looks rather "unprepared" for a dangerous journey. She smiles and says "We can now depart." before moving to the front and leading the way. |