Verna'th begins to claw at her face and then disappears in a puff of smoke as Qualif lands on the ground, with the eidolon's items hitting the floor around him.
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Verna'th, looks at the creature and flies towards the creature after the ball of glitter explodes, hopefully landing a hit!
Sighing, the eidolon thrusts her spear at the nearest orc while her master attempts to knock her head in for the umpteenth time.
Verna'th, seeing the threats, steps behind Talisen and stabs at the purple orc with her longspear as Qualif hangs on tightly.
Nodding, the eidolon jabs her longspear at the orc being flanked by her companions!
"I think there are more thingies in the next room. Maybe they'll be nice!" Grinning, the eidolon tightens her grip on the dark longspear, tail swishing back and forth in anticipation.
"Going north, going north! The party is going north!" Head tilting from side to side, the eidolon follows the group with her tail playfully swishing from side to side.
"I help master with his job. He likes it when I grab things from the top shelves of the library. Also, for some reason, he has me pick things up on the ground the he dropped himself, but he's always busy with the books. Oh, I also help him talk to people that look for him. Supposedly he's the cheapest barrister in the area!" Verna'th seems to beam while talking about Qualif, while the wayang blushes a bit and lowers himself into his saddle, trying to hide from embarrassment.
"That's not polite, setting my friend on fire. How about we stop ya!" Verna'th speaks while touching down in front of Guilford and stabbing at the orc.
"Aww, you're all too close to meeeeeeee," Verna'th whines as she beats her wings and moves 5 ft back diagonally to be above Guilford. Thrusting her spear at the red orc, the eidolon hopes to take it out quickly.
Wings, lazily beating enough to keep her airborne, Verna'th grips her longspear as she steadied herself for everyone's decision. "If need be, I can start fighting them as everyone else comes after," she whispers.
"Oh, tools that can help would be nice! Let me help you Mister Tumbler!" she mentions as Verna'th pokes at the debris with her longspear.
Tilting her head to the side, the eidolon spreads her wings and flies lazily towards the ceiling. "Undead are bad! Remember that time with the thingie ate into you, and you had to nap? It was sad, but you came back, so I didn't have to be alone for a while," Verna'th replies, eyes watering slightly before looking about the opened sarcophagus.
Beaming as the spell surrounds her, Verna'th looks at the others while hefting her longspear, "That's right. I don't want my new friends getting hurt too bad without the baddies going through me!"
Elbows on the table, with a chin in her palms, Verna'th seems to be intently listening to the others. A few moment after all the information is shared, one of her elbows slips, sending the demonic looking woman's face into the table, before a slight snore escapes from her.
"Stories! I like stories! Like the one about the princess in the tower of ice, and the other one about, umm, the dunk man who became a god! Is it like those?" Verna'th asks, a giddiness in her eyes and a tremble in her wings, which almost unfurl indoors.
Taken aback by The Tumbler's response to her look, Verna'th shakers her head vehemently, "No, I'm not one of those. Though master here would like me to be." She smiles a toothy grin before kneeling on the ground. Now closer, the woman is wearing finely made traveling clothes, yet no armor. "I hope we don't go back to the starfall again. It was scary!"
Adjusting the straps on her "backpack", a tall woman with skin of a reddish hue walks through the town. All the different people were different than what she was used to in the River Kingdoms and Absalom, and was slightly confused as where she was going until her master pointed her in the r8ght direction.
Tears welling up as she sees the other groups, Verna'th drops her spear and hugs the nearest passerby, lifting them off the ground as she spins about. "We made it back! Master is safe, as are my friends!"
Qualif hangs on as Verna'th rushes in and stabs at the greener of the enemies after witnessing its assault on her team. "You don't get to hurt my friends, or their friends!"
Furiously stabbing at the elemental, Verna'th tries to end its existence in the material plane.
Stabbing at the creature that flew towards her while dodging its attack.
Jumping back, the eidolon stabs her spear at the creature!
Dropping the spear point towards the ground, Verna'th looks at the Harbinger before shaking her head with eyes slightly wet from anger and sadness, "Your power won't matter in a couple of hours. Why not spend time with friends or loved ones? Your, your time has gone, and, and you're legacy needs to be recorded."
Nodding, Verna'th beats her wings and homes in on the Harbinger with her spear!
Nearly smacking her master in the head after he casts, Verna'th begins to fly about, as to make sure Qualif doesn't get hit. "If I can't poke or claw it, I'll stick to protecting master and give him clear shots for his magics! As for that lightning Mister Kent, I don't think that's the bad part of the spell!"
"Yes, I don't want to hurt too many people and make master look bad!"
"Thank you sir!" she yelps just before flying in to attack the only one up. With the others moaning on the ground, Verna'th hopes to do something similar with this green soldier in the same fashion.
Nodding at the comment, Verna'th picks up her weapon and stands to her full height, unfurling her wings and readying for their battle. "So they can be with family, right?"
Nodding, and rubbing her eyes, Verna'th lays down her spear and wraps her wings around herself similar to a cloak, seeming to become more relaxed. "Thank you Kent. I, I know I can be scary looking, but I don't mean to. We need, to help each other through this." Her resolve bolstered by the knight's words, the eidolon kneels with outstretched palms before speaking. Azlanti:
"I know you all must be scared with the falling star and us coming here without warning, but what my master says is true. We don't want to do anything bad, just to help our friends. Please help us find our way back home."
Oh boy, this might cause a panic attack from Verna'th.......
Looking to the sky, Verna'th gasps loudly before starting to panic. Turning to the group she speaks to the others, "The talking ghost lady sent us to before Earth Fall! I don't want master or my new friends to die! How do we go back?"
Charging forward, Verna'th attempts to pierce the serpentfolk with her spear!
"Bad snake person! It's not nice taking slaves!"
"Poke, poke poke!" exclaims the eidolon as she attempts to stabout at the blue serpent thingie.
Yes! Let us fly into battle!
Looking about, and still realizing that her master is still slightly woozy, Verna'th speaks towards the woman. Azlanti:
"Oh hey, master's teachings worked! Hi, my name is Verna'th and these are my friends! We can help you save your commander! Let me talk with the others to see what they want to do." Turning towards the rest of the party, she smiles before speaking up. "So, their commander was taken to the temple, and Miss Uszanriar here would like our help freeing her general. All she asks for are some weapons and help from us, or for us to stay out of her way." Tail swishing side to side, the eidolon looks back towards the woman and motions for her to wait on a decision.
Qualif keeps on hanging on tightly while watching for attacks as his eidolon attacks once again! "Yay, Mister Kent is distracting the giant chicken!"
Qualif keeps on hanging tight while trying to not get his as Verna'th runs is and stabs at the creature. "Looks like a giant chicken! Maybe I can eat it after we're done?" the eidolon asks just before thrusting her spear.
Qualif definitely understands, but the closest threat is the red smelly lizard person in front of Verna'th.
How much time has gone by since the beginning of the mission?
Smirking slightly, the eidolon nods after feeling her summoner swoon in his saddle. "Master may not be ready for this, but I am Mister Kent. The red one will be my target." Hefting her spear in clawed hands, Verna'th steps forward and stabs at the smelly creature, her facial features tightening to keep its smell from affecting her.
The eidolon takes the piece of paper and graphite and flies to each island and takes rubbing with the guidance of the her small rider in his saddle. After each rubbing is made, Verna'th returns to hand over each sheet before heading to the next plinth.
After thinking a bit, Verna'th speaks up while setting her longspear against the wall, "I could fly over and take rubbings so you can inspect them elf lady. Would that help?"
Verna'th flaps her wings and moves 5' in range to attack the downed creature.
"Quick, while it's down!"
Oops, forgot there are no more images!
Once her master finishes casting, the eidolon rushes in once again for the attack! "Where did your friends go?! I wanted to PLAY more!"
"Scary slimy man! I'll take care of him master!" Spreading her wings, the woman grabs her spear and flies towards the Serpentfolk with surprising speed!
Visibly upset, she looks at Raul with her best puppy dog eyes, "But, what if we find something neat and shiny, like a mirror or brush?" before any answers come forth, there is a slight tap and yelp from Verna'th. "Fine, I'll be in front. Just hope there aren't many traps in the way."
Verna'th looks towards the group for a moment before her eyes light up. "So, umm, I heard that some rumors have been going around the Grand Lodge the past several weeks, keeping many Society scholars and casters busy and away from the public eye. This follows a recent conflict at the Grand Lodge that the Society kept from spilling into the rest of the city. Supposedly the Society has reassembled the Sky Key, a dwarven relic it started piecing back together a year ago. The Society has been “secretly” buying up large quantities of sky metal whenever it appears in the market. The Pathfinders have also been recruiting dozens of arcane spellcasters, especially evokers. The Grand Lodge has been importing all kinds of experts on Dwarven artifice, which seems reasonable—but also experts on Numerian science, conjurers, mathematicians, and even historians who specialize in Absalom’s earliest history. Or at least that's what I heard...." Giggling slightly, she tightens the harness on her "backpack" and spreads her wings to make sure they had full movement.
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