...delightfully cryptic, though not entirely surprising.
Siobhan nods and heads off to prepare for the trip.
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Siobhan finds herself at a loss for things to do. With no real idea of what lies ahead, she sits down and looks skyward. "Morrígan, Queen of Countless Wars and She of the Crows, forgive my intrusion once again, but I have another question for you..." Her lip trembles. "...on the morrow, we depart for the nation of Hermea. Have you a task for me when we arrive?"
Siobhan roars and lunges at the last one standing!
Siobhan keeps on swinging her axe!
Siobhan powers through the spider venom and swings a couple of times at the spider before raising her shield!
Siobhan gets back to her feet, raises her shield and swings her axe!
Unfortunately, Siobhan gets riddled with spikes. The shock and pain are enough to provoke the red haze, causing it to flood into her eyes and spur her into the fight! She roars, races up to the tarantula-thing and swings her axe!
Unfortunately, Siobhan is far more familiar with Earth spiders than Golarion ones.
Siobhan looks around for traps.
Siobhan struggles with obstacle avoidance and aptly demonstrates her complete unfamiliarity with Golarion's artifacts and lore. That being said, she proves to be a remarkably capable fighter--as if that wasn't obvious enough already.
Siobhan watches as the guards get better. Huh. These hobgoblins know what they're doing when it comes to medicine.
Siobhan struggles to keep control of her temper as she swings her axe!
She then raises her shield to try and put it between her and the beast!
Siobhan keeps on swinging her axe at the already wounded one!
Then she heals herself!
Seeing the wolves, Siobhan raises her axe and moves to engage!
Siobhan greets the hobgoblins and walks with them in silence. Something about their bearing... it's almost... Her body tenses up a bit as the march goes on. ...Roman. She keeps her mouth shut and stares ahead, resolute in her desire to stay quiet and not ruin anything.
Siobhan carefully begins to tattoo a triskele spiral upon Alice's bare back, delicately tracing the threefold spiral with a brush dipped in woad. One wouldn't think that someone as physically-inclined as Siobhan would be capable of handling a brush so precisely, especially not on someone as small as Alice, but she pulls it off with aplomb. "There." She nods once she's finished. "A proper Celtic spiral, representing your threefold world: one for Earth, one for Golarion, and one for the realm of the Fey."
Siobhan turns to her backpack and digs out her tattooing supplies. "Normally, these wouldn't be permanent, yes. I suppose the Morrígan had a plan for mine." She says once she's ready. "Regardless, did you have a particular design in mind for yours?"
Siobhan does so. As she sets about filling up the cups and bowls with wine, she tilts her head at Alice's choice of attire. "Mayhap we should see about getting you some woad of your own." She chuckles. "If you're so intent on being a Celt."
Siobhan tentatively pours some wine into the 'cup cake' and drinks from it. "...huh. Quite sweet indeed. What berries were used to make it, I wonder?" She ponders before polishing it off--along with the cup. "Yes, it's filling--but the wine does keep it from being bland."
"Right... let's get you going." Siobhan carefully scoops Alice up and helps her out of the tavern once they've purchased a bottle of sweet berry wine.
Siobhan helps Alice up. "I've no objections either way, really."
Siobhan was about to say something about Alice's 'prince' being touched in the head if he was friends with crickets, but the sight of the normally very courtly lady on the verge of falling off of her seat puts the thought on hold. The Celt leans forward to catch Alice before she falls over. "Oh my..." "...I think you've had enough."
Siobhan takes a sniff of her drink. "Something called 'Bottled Regret'? Not sure the name's right--smells more like... I'm not sure." She shrugs and takes a drink. "...tastes more like anxiety." “The poncy knights and pantalooned princes never served anything like this at their garden parties.” The ancient Celt blinks. "Knights and princes?" She asks, the anachronism causing her mind to blank in confusion. Though it could also be the drink's work.
Siobhan snickers when Alice declares her intention to order the same drink as her. "...you sure about that? I might just be about to order something that'd put a lesser man in his grave." That being said, she orders something mildly bitter for herself--if only because she remembers how well Alice tolerated alcohol last time. “For certain, my appearance shan’t fool anyone.” "Not with that attitude." The Celt responds. "Give it some time--enough running about and you'll have one just like mine." She pats her abs.
Siobhan takes a seat next to Alice and gives the patrons a look of caution. It says 'Don't even think of trying to hurt this fey-sized person.'
Siobhan will follow Alice wherever she wishes to go.
Siobhan nods, having been quiet for the entire discussion. "...why not."
Siobhan looks quite exhausted (and a bit content) by the time the team reunites. When it comes time to relate their stories to the Pathfinders, her part in the story is curt and to the point. "...I fought against a tyrannical empire. I saw an omen of my death. I was supposed to die--but I didn't. Now I'm trapped here with no idea what the Morrígan wants from me."
'Chosen One'? The words cause the Celt's heart to skip a beat. "...aye. Let's." She takes Lanliss' hand and follows him onward.
"I..." Siobhan blinks and thinks for a moment. "...I suppose I've got no real preference, really." She shrugs.
A pained expression flits across Siobhan's face before she touches her warding tattoo. "Aye, I suppose I am at that... though why She has sent me to this place, I do not know."
"...it would make sense, yes." Siobhan nods. "The goddess my clan revered is known as the Morrígan--it translates to 'The Phantom Queen' in your tongue." "She is a goddess of war and death--known for being a tricky sort, and very prone to..." She clears her throat, her eyes flicking to a shadow nearby before settling on the priest again. "...taking offence at the slightest thing. Asking her questions about the omen she sends you, not paying her the reverence she is due, rejecting her offer of a tryst in favour of throwing yourself headlong into battle..."
Siobhan listens to Amendiel's explanation before nodding. "She sounds much like one of the goddesses of my own people..." She looks down at the large knot-crow tattoo running the length of her sword-arm. "Has she any other names? Titles?"
"At the moment?" Siobhan pauses, then turns her shoulder towards Amendiel to show him her warding tattoo. "Knowledge of your Calistria." "I must ask--what is she like?"
Siobhan doesn't spend much time taking in Oppara's many sights; there's only one place she has in mind for a visit, and that's Calistria's temple. Her left shoulder itches as she makes her way through the streets. Why am I here? What purpose does the Morrígan wish me to serve?
"...the thought had occurred to me." The painted warrior confirms.
Siobhan looks down at her newest tattoo. "...I feel like I need to know more of this... Calistria. From what I've gathered, it seems that she and the Morrígan are related somehow." "Not right now, but when we have a chance... maybe?"
Siobhan's new tattoo winds its way underneath her skin, the woad flowing across her and settling in as if it was always meant to be a part of her. The woad settles on her left shoulder, forming into a pair of concentric circles with three knives sticking out of its 2 o'clock, 6 o'clock and 10 o'clock positions--and a crow's head in its middle.
"...well, that was strange." Siobhan flexes her shoulder and looks at her new tattoo. "But I'm apparently not the only one the Morrígan sent here..." When Alice grows into a taller size, the painted Celt can't help but snicker. "I'd appreciate it--still got some lingering pain from the raid." She tactfully refrains from commenting on Alice's sudden shrinkage once her injuries are tended to.
Siobhan swings her axe some more!
Siobhan keeps swinging at the tattoo blade!
The painted warrior leads the group out into the Barrens with a purposeful stride. If the Morrígan intended for her to find something important, it wouldn't do to keep her waiting. When she finds the marked tree and digs out its base, the sight of the tattooed corpse buried beneath it causes a knife to form in her heart. I'm not the first one the Morrígan has sent here. How many before me have suffered the same fate? Siobhan recoils from the incoming tattoo and swings her axe at it on reflex!
"While you were off living it up last night, I asked the Morrígan for where to go next. She directed me westward, and told me to bring a shovel." Siobhan explains. "I suspect it has something to do with finding this 'Mistress' harassing the town."
In the meantime, Siobhan goes looking for a shovel.
Siobhan forces herself to her full height. "...right. Now I need a shovel."
Siobhan grunts and swings her axe again, struggling to keep the red haze from overwhelming her!
Siobhan's limbs feel like they're weighed down with stones, but that doesn't stop her from stepping up to the boulder-creature menacing Richard and swinging at it!
Siobhan wearily sits down and lets Alice work.
Siobhan raises her axe for another blow, but the pain overcomes her and she falls to her knees, gasping for breath as the red haze sputters out. "...damn them all..."
Siobhan keeps on swinging!
Siobhan steps over the corpse of the first centurion and starts hacking away at the last one standing!
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