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"Unless there is a form of curs which shall destroy the island and manor int he time we are gone.. or if the servants take their vengeance with this place, and set it alight. I have not felt indication of the former, but I would not ignore the latter."
Yoltzin frowns down to the living corpse. "Sesrching for the treasure was your own task. Mine as a priestess of my people, is to see those who are dead appeased. If you would allow for it, I will take the body back to the Grove and then return."
The elf begins to cast a spell to purify the retched near-corpse, "Impale him through the heart, wood if you can! Uuse your blades otherwise!"
Yoltzin tries her best to ignore the sting of the blade, as she finishes carrying out her spell.
The crocodile finding no purchase on Rosentos, turns it's attention instead toward the feminine vampire by moving ahead slightly and snapping at her legs.
Yoltzin, feeling soemthing amiss with her friend Rocko risks her own safety by reaching out to touch each companion save for her crocodile with a protective blessing even at risk of Rosentos attacking her.
The crocodile snaps it's jaws in annoyance at its disappearing prey, turning its attention instead towards the closest available target. Finding it in the vampire lord, it displays startling speed and makes to latch onto Rosentos. +
Yoltzin for her part raises her charred skull, seeking to heal whatever wounds her friends had been afflicted with in this short span.
The divine swamp-creature snaps with brutal instinct, latching onto the young vampire's foot before suddenly and violently ripping it to the ground. Momentum would find the fledgling repeatedly slammed into into the wooden floorboards. Yoltzin for her part flinches from the shock of sparks thrown out by Rosentos' weapon. She draws upon a sliver of her god's power, moving forward a step to bless Amideo with this divine protection.
The elf frowns as she gazes upon the trio of vampires, and considers it may be best to manage the miscreants first so that Amideo stands a better chance against their sire. Pulling hard on the spirits of the area, she calls fourth a familiar yet highly effective shape. Large snapping jaws emerge from the wooden boards between the wiry youth's legs, attempting to grab and shred the fledgling before it could do any real damage.
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The elf gives a hesitant nod.
The elf blinks at Djack and his odd delusions. "I suspect you were under the sway of something for a moment now... It's hold seems to have been broken." With the assurance that he was fine, she moved into the room to give the contents of the room a closer look.
"Are you two alright? You stumbled for a moment..." She speaks, moving closer.
The elf frowned, but followed close behind. Sadly hwr summon has already departed to the realm of the dead, but there were always more at the tip of her fingers. Always so many dead.
The elf nods, fingers gracing her charred pendant while uttering a word of protection.
"Let us move them and be done with it for now, then. I shall indeed of Momo 'sit on them', as you stated."
"Like a curse?" She asked, now thoughtful. "If we'd the time for it, I could attempt rituals to undo it. Yet I fear we would not wish to waste much longer."
"I am curious as to why you all wish to go through such effort to assure their lives, however. Are they not willing enforcers of their lords?"
The elf jerked away with alarm, "They're regenerating, don't allow their wounds to close! If you intend to keep them alive for some reason, they need bound with something strong now." Sensing it's summoner's distress, the Toad offers some assistance by wrapping the one in front of it with it's tongue.
The woman hovers over the nearest wolf-man, her toad-summon eyeing the form with blank stare that conveys absolutely nothing. "...No, don't eat him. Amideo and Djack took great care to stay their blades for you to simply devour it. As such though. what do the two of you intended to do with them?" Approaching carefully, she examined them for a moment with a keen look. These were tough creatures resistant to her bow, there was a chance they had other tricks to them.
Though Yoltzin has rarely demonstrated the ability for her to do so, the strange enchantment of her bracers allowed her to mimic aspects of her summons. She does so now, opening her mouth wide like the banshee to shoot forth a grotesque recreation of the frog's own Tongue. Her attempt to grabble with the werewolf however may not gain the traction hoped. While she toyed with the strangeness of her magic, her summoned toad had no such difficulties when it comes to its natural abilities. It leaned forward with crushing intent towards the man-wolf, showing exactly why it should be feared as the natural abomination of the swamps it was.
Not wishing for her human friend to come into more risk, Yoltzin barters with the spirits surrounding the manner and condenses one into animalistic form. Leaping out of the ether, a giant toad wreathed in celestial fire launches itself into the new wolf-man creature.
The elf moves in, trying to hide some of her frustration in lieu of the assurance that whatever was in there may have tried to ambush them from behind. When she came into the kitchen area, the sight of the creature took her by surprise. "What-?" Though she tried to create a mental name for the man-wolf, none came to it. Testing the waters of its Defenses, she drew her bow and took aim before letting one loose.
A grimace overtakes hwr face at the sudden shock of noise. "A distraction I'd suspect. There's was a whisper of someone in that upstairs hallway."
"I suppose this much was to be expected..." Yoltzin spoke, before turning a curious gaze to the manor entryway around them. She listens carefully, her elven ears perking at the slightest creak.
A soft smile came to her, "Well, it is not as if we need finesse in this venture."
"If even possible." She replied, looking doubtful.
"I think this is about all that we can reasonably do, unless we wish to risk facign them at their fullest strength just for the chance my village would send us aid." The elf speaks, her hand carefully tracing the rim of the Copper Ritual bowl with the tips of her right hand. A pale flame is carefully drawn up from the bottom with nary a sign of kindling. In a sudden snap of motion the fire is then ripped from the vessel, twirled once in her hand, and then flung into Rocko's shield. The fire shimmers across it's surface for several seconds, falling down into the material. She nods seeing the result of it, sweat beaded upon her brow, as she start a second casting.
"While I doubt this master would allow the existence of silver in the grasps of his servants, if we could secure a weapons of such they would prove a boon in quenching this mockery of sacred unlife." She commented with a scornful glance at the mansion. "It might due for me to call for Momo, so that he might help defend those here while we venture within."
The elf turns to the apparent servant, "Can you tell us some of the history of this place? How many of you there are, here?"
The elf nods, "Please. With danger this close by, they must be made aware in the before the event in that we may not return..."
"Something accursed may reside here..." She whispered low, sharing the information to her companions hopefully without the ear of the apparent servant. "Vampire, your people call them. I have some idea of how one may be slain if it comes to it."
The elf looked curiously at the human and his child. Could a family have truly survived in this cold place for several hundred years? She supposed it wasn't truly implausible, though it seemed unlikely. "Yoltzin, of dark canopies. I come from a village that was much like the one on the shore once was."
"There was a child- Or the image of one. They didn't look fully elven..." She trails of, gesturing to her ears.
She frowns, looking at the structure. "No... This is certainly not of our make. At least, not wholly..." She mumbles, trying to see if she can spot a touch of familiar workmanship in the structure.
Technically, I think Momo would be perfectly able to swim- or even walk on the lakebed- behind the party. Though it would probably be best to leave the horses with a competent protector just in case.
Yoltzin's olive skin has become more pallid and sickly over the night's course, her meditation having been plagued by unpleasant sensations and thoughts. Nothing about it yet seemed coherent. Djack's later voice jolts her back to reality as if waking, even when she'd been standing. "It is... a different experience. I have of course interacted with many a spirit, but those that cling here are... Older by far. Weighed down with regret and... Other things, I am sure. They speak of a 'master', yet this means nothing to me. We should have had none such." She pauses, then a slight bit of color returned to her cheeks as she gave Djack a more piercing look. "Momo is not weird. Do not let him hear those words, he is far more aware than you might think."
The elf returns a few moments later, they were right where she thought they'd be. "Everything seems intact, aside from some moss and leaf debris. You mentioned using one of the old buildings for the night?"
"I shall take a look." the elf volunteers, her eyes trailing around the abandoned village. Fingers brush up against her pendant as she feels a shiver down her spine, leaving her to wonder if any of her ancestors still yet linger within the glade. Instructing her companion to stay with the group, she takes a look around the shoreline and the buildings nearby for canoes.
She watches in quiet as the apparition drifts from sight, leaving them to their task. "Hm... I am not sure of that. I am thinking, perhaps... That you are not the only charming human who has wandered these woods. It remains to be seen whose theory is correct."
Momo continues to try and keep the spirit's attention upon itself rather than it's fleshy friends.
Furrowing her brown, the elf moves forward and climbs the short cliff, coming around of the elven banshee. Truthfully she's not sure if she can purge a spirit such as this, but she would be a poor shaman of her people if she didn't make an attempt. Extending one hand forward, the other gripped her pendant as she tried to make contact with the torture soul, trying to command it to [u]listen[/u] to her. "<We will find the man you seek, we will uncover the mysteries of what happened. Your part to play has come and gone. Go now unto sleep.>"
Yoltzlin slipped off the back od her skeletal companion, unwishing to hinder the beast and put herself in dirrect conflict with the spirit. Then with hands clasped her hands around the pendant and hair waving like flames the priestess chanted low to the god of life and fate. "<Grant unto us your divine judgement, see your will done through us, help us to guide this lost soul into your embrace...>"
Emboldened by his mistress, Momo stomped and plodded at the ground before making a charging leap to gore the banshee in mid-air, likely passing through and ending up skidding to a stop on the other side.
Already sensitive to sounds as is, the piercing sound practically shatters her eardrums where they sat. Struggling to make sense of everything as the world spun around her, she had enough piece of mind to grasp and pull out her pendant to flood the area with a relieving starburst of warm celestial fire. It wouldn't do much to abate the already horrid situation they found themselves in, but it might give the party some more breathing room.
Momo, unblessed by evolution with the ability to climb trees, is left plodding his hooves on the ground in anticipation of anything that comes within range of his horns.
Her teeth grind as she grimaced in response. This is not exactly her intended reaction.
Yoltzin feels a shiver down her spine, something about this encounter reads as strange. While there may've been those amongst her kind who knew of the man, none of them should yet have the young appearance on display here. She raised her hand in a pleasing gesture, tapping into that more spiritually enlightened part of herself. She's careful with her following words, making sure she dosnt utter a single lie. "<We're looking for Rosentos as well. We think he may've been in danger, and want to learn about what happened. What is your name? Mine is Yoltzin of Dark Canopies, I am a daughter of Luln.>"
"We're well practiced in ignoring the outside world, perhaps." She mused, some measure of mirth leaving her.
It was easy slipping into the dormitory routine for the night prior. Everything was mostly in the same place it'd been the last time she'd slept there, her people's habitual nature prompting little deviation from the norm. The changes she could spot barely counted off her first hand d alone. One wall appeared to have a more recent stain of a few months, a couple blankets appeared to have been mended somewhat recently, the portrait of a dryad which'd always hung askew to the left which was now tilted the opposite. The faces of the other girls were still easily recognized, and she shared with them a little when their curiosity over her brief vanishing became too much to bear. It was in them that the presence of time was most evident as they transitioned into topics of gossip. Ihuicatl had been courted by a temple guard since spring, while Zyanya's grandfather passed into the flames following a bad fall while performing chores. For a single night it was if she'd never left. Yoltzin that following morning met the party with a lingering good mood, shooting Djack a michivous look. "You've behaved your chaming self, I wonder? We need not leave behind broken hearts once departed from Luln."
A grimace twisted her face as the thought of having to be confronted by her family came into possibility. While the meeting with her master has proven better than she'd feared, she felt maybe another decade would be in order at least before she faced whatever wrath they might feel for her abandonment of duties. "<I shall stay in the dormitory. Thank you for your consideration, master.>" She paused a moment, shifting from one foot to the other. "<I have... continued my studies, during my...> sabbatical, <the ephemeral call it. The spirits that wander the lands beyond our home are plentiful an hold many stories yet untold.>"
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