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Sura wonders aloud, “Are we sure it’s a yeth hound? Either way, I don’t think it wants to be petted!” as she steps in view of the creature, - vaguely resembling, in appearance only, the street dogs that would run about the city. She casually strums her fingers, splitting a metal blank into 3 projectiles and sends them directly at the possibly-a-yeth-hound. Save:
Sura kneels down to stare intently at the now inert star, tracing its outline and refocusing her thoughts. She muses out loud, “I wonder who, or what, they were trying to conjure here...” She then nods in agreement with Zarkuzet, “I think we should check out the rest of the south and circle our way back up, although I do wonder what that room to the east holds?”
Sura cautiously steps into the room, quickly assesses the situation and attempts to confuse the cultist in red in hopes of distracting them from attacking her companion. ◈
Sura whisper-shouts to Dredd at the head of the column, “WHAT...do you see !??”.
Sura rushes into the room past Madaxa, her hand making a scooping motion in the air as she concentrates on picking up a loose, but sizable chunk of stone from the floor. As she strides past, her eyes lock on to the remaining enemy, locked in concentration and with a flourish of her hand, launches the stone forcefully at it. ◈
Sura muses to herself out loud, with a small grin, "Maybe we can just grab a few fragments for research. For science?" She gives Dredd a once over and determines that he is well on his way to feeling healthy and does not require further attention. She makes a mental note to review her spell repertoire when the opportunity arises. She moves ahead to the hallway, allowing room for the other party members.
Sura searches her thoughts and memories for anything she might have read regarding the blue creature, while casually singing softly to help ease Dredd’s pain. ◈◈
Sura, looking a bit more than lost herself, stays close behind Dredd following his lead: "I'll let you open all the doors first." she says, with a smirk and a wink.
Sura stares at the former aggressor wide-eyed, now having felt bad for attacking at all, though the situation demanded it. All the while meticulously jotting down notes as Ragnuff details the challenge ahead for the party, taking a cue from Zarzuket. She makes a mental note to ask him about his teachings and expansive knowledge. Sura asks somewhat hesitantly, “Does the apparatus summon enemies, and if so, what kind?”, in an attempt to contribute.
Caught unaware and distracted by her own thoughts; circling around in retrospect of all that has transpired, Sura shakes herself to reality and focuses on a quick hymn to embolden her party. Hoping to affect a swift end to this fight, Sura casts magic weapon on Dredd’s guisarme, causing it to glow and emanate a low and menacing hum.
Sura moves into the room for a closer view. Her fingers dance deftly in mid-air, gently plucking a rock from the many laying about near Krachxton. The rock duplicates the motion of her hand as she mimes bringing the rock up and smashing it down on the monster’s head. ◈
Shocked at the sight of the creature, Sura recovers quickly and sings softly with a sense of urgency, for both her companions and the fight to end quickly and safely. At the same time, her hands work hurriedly, shaping steel into 3 jagged bodkins and sends them flying towards the monster at the end of the last verse.
Sura's brow furrows, "Are there any obvious indications that one has been fooled by Meitremar's enchantments compared to someone just trying to hide or survive?" She pauses for a moment, "Or will those that have been swayed or enchanted simply attack us outright as you did."
Sura moves ◈ closer to the doorway to get a better view of the fight, noticing a couple of threatening enemies, and without hesitation, casts Needle Darts ◈◈ at the one in .
Sura cocks her head to the side, saying off-hand to Dredd, "I think they are insisting, big guy!", and then immediately sings a brief anthem of courage, words softly echoing in the small space - gentle to the ears but fiercely igniting the flames of everyone’s resolve. As the echoes of Sura’s verse fade, she mutters to herself briefly, eyes focused just past Dredd. His Guisarme starts to glow with energy and pulsates with low vibrations. Dredd feels even more connected to his weapon as it hums in anticipation while Sura quips with conviction and a smirk, "Don’t miss this time.". ◈
Sura stands fast, singing with urgency and clarity. Verses detailing unforeseen fate among new found friends fill the room, the dulcet tones stirring determination within the party members. As the brief stanza ends, Sura stares at the wall, concentrating. An old, iron sconce, loose from disrepair and long missing its torch, is suddenly freed from its stony captor. As quick as a sprite’s thought, Sura's head whips around to face her intended target, her outstretched hand directing the projectile into one of the enemies.
Sura sidles up from behind and pushes past Dredd through to the middle of the party. "Let me just squeeze past you, tall and shiny." Staring inquisitively at Zarzuket, eyes focusing a bit longer on his blue hair than one might feel comfortable with, Sura asks excitedly "You know Elder Ordwi!??". Not waiting a moment for a response and barely a breath, Sura exclaims "I was supposed to deliver a message from Elder Vandous to Elder Ordwi!" Sura bends down slightly to peer at Krachxton while squinting her eyes, and continues in a low tone, "One of the gate guards told me that Lord Ragnulf might know where Elder Ordwi was and that she would escort me to see him." Sura’s head turns to look Madaxa up and down, raising an eyebrow at the sight of his dagger and clarifies, "And by escort, I mean she knocked me out while we were having a nice stroll." Standing up sharply, straightening her armor and smoothing out her clothes and sleeves, Sura says with finality. ”And then I woke up in here." Sura whispers sadly, "With these poor souls…" Looking down at her feet momentarily, muttering to herself, "I could have helped them if I had my stuff." Composing herself quickly and addressing no one in particular, "People . just . don't . respect . boundaries . around . here." while absent-mindedly tapping her finger repeatedly on Dredd's breastplate, emphasizing syllables in a rhythmic fashion, with the last syllable being especially forceful. After a welcome, yet brief pause, Sura asks expectantly, "So when are we leaving??" |
