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The elf had after gathering what information she could, arranged the bodies for an impromptu cremation. She knew for a fact that these people did not venerate the divine in the same way as she, but it was her task to help guide their souls peaceably to their next lives all the same. Once the bodies had been burnt and the embers quenched, she joined her companions as they prepared for their next destinations ahead.
The elf nods, a hand going to her pendant. "I must also see to the dead, so that their spirits find rest. While there, perhaps we can uncover whatever attacked these people."
The elf speaks up, noting Djack's silence as he considered hard the events. "I think, if you would allow me voice, that it would be a good idea to pursue this chief before we come at more risk."
"That creature... Did you see where it attacked you from, sir Cardinal?" Yoltzin spoke with curiosity.
"We should find a spot near here to camp for the rest of the day. I need time to re-commune with Xenxolotl so that I may help ease the burdens of your minds. The ritual bowl may prove of use as well." Spoke the elf, already checking to make sure the unconscious man is prepped for transport.
With the beast dead, the elf leans down and presses a hand to the unconscious man's temple. His forehead is hot, body stricken with curse. "I feel he will live, but it will take him some time to recover, or for me to prepare the spells to accelerate the recovery. Before he passed out however, he handed me this." She pulls out the scroll, "He spoke something of a chief of the desert raiders, how they needed to stopped..."
She frowns as she takes hold of the scrolcase, before laying a hand ont he man's forehead. "Shh, you may tell us on your own what happened. Just rest here for the moment. My friends and I shall deal with this vile threat in short order." Turning to stand protectively over the fallen man, he raises her hands and begins a short chant, grasping hold of a shred of divine fury to imbue her companions.
Emboldened by it's master's divine guidance, Momo begins a devastating two pronged attack.
While her bison continues trying to assault the creature to the best of it's abilities, Yoltzin continues focusing on the man she pulled from the battlefield.
Undead are not subject to ability drain, energy drain, or nonlethal damage.
The bison snorts, spitting blue speckles as it rears back once more. The creature gave him trouble initially, but now it certainly had a better angle of attack and allies at it's back.
Yoltzin threads her hands under the just barely stabilized man, and quickly drags his body out of harms way. Once at a safe enough distance she tries to judge the man's wounds, making sure that magical healing wouldn't simply lock poison within his body.
While her companion goes around in effort to confront the strange ooze-creature, Yoltzin took a diagonal path with a simple spell on her lips. Once she reaches the man she places a hand against his shoulder, commanding his body to keep working for just a little bit longer, long enough for things to calm down and for her to properly bring him back from the brink.
With a trumpeting clatter of hooves, Momo rammed his horns against the creature.
The elf stirs slightly from where she had been resting, and is soon on her feat. "Momo, at attention quick!"
The elf squints as more of the harsh sun hits her eyes, scarcely seeing the expanse before her. "My kind are not meant for these climates... Must we truly travel deep into such arid plains?"
Habit borne of decades, Yoltzin was slow to rise and groggy for a good while afterwards. She mumblbed and grumbled throughout breakfast, only truly perking up upon communing with Xenxolotl in prayer. The warmth of divinity held within her heart was enough to finally put her into proper form to enjoy the pleasant meadowland they found themselves within. "I'm still not so familiar with this area as I'd prefer, would ay of you happen to know how far we are from our destination?" She asked of the general party.
As is usually the case with her on such journeys, Yoltzin volunteers herself for the darkest part of the nightime watch. Even then, her undead companion Momo remains awake and observant throughout the night to assist everyone else's.
Of course," Spoken with a smile, "We all have our dreams in life do we not? Depending on whom we shall encounter, your skills will be in good standing."
"Amideo, with wit? Wet or dry, it is the first I've heard of such a thing." The elf pokes without a hint of heat, a smile upon her lips. The man truthfully had been a great boon during her travels over the past month. He had a way of connecting with the people of this land that she simply couldn't quite grasp herself. A word from him has stayed the ire of at least one farmer who'd likened her to the witch they'd fought earlier in the year. Her golden earrings jingle as she turns to the youngling, "Truly, it is pleasant to meet new faces such as yours Augusto. Though pardon, I didn't have much chance to learn of your skills before we set off. Might you tell us about yourself some?"
The elf hums a moment to herself, a frown on her lips. She agreed much with Rocko and Amideo both, yet it didn't feel right for her to say anything of that sort. This man seemed to be a friend of DJack's, and it wouldn't do to discourage action on such a matter.
Entering into the room late, Yoltzin spots the small gathering of familiar faces in addition to a new one. A tilt of her head jingles the elf's earrings as she observed the human with curiosity before making her approach. "I hope I'm not interrupting much."
After arriving back in Albarra, I feel like Yoltzin would try to help integrate the freed servants who decided to leave their settlement. Many of them held elven blood, so she has a sense of kinship towards them that makes her feel responsible for their well being. So she would do what she could to help find them accommodations and work for the new residents, and spend time each weekend to visit and help better integrate them with the local community. While not trained in missionary work, I do feel like she would also try introducing the traditional elven pantheon to these distant cousins of hers as well. Outside of that, Yoltzin would continue her work as a shaman. Traveling between the city and local villages or occasionally further abroad in order to perform her duties. Exorcising of haunts or the occasional demon, ensuring that relations with local spirits are healthily maintained, performing rites for the deceased wherever needed. In general she continues trying to make sure the region gains an understanding and respect for the departed, even teaching small ways to mitigate or ward off the more malicious dead.
Having carefully observed the way Mahouf was pushed through the portal, Momo thinks himself above such nonsense and choose an approach best suited for an existence like itself. It's body disassembles itself, the pieces rolling and rotating their way through the magic circle in a tumbling heap. Yoltzin for her part blinks mutely at the sight before following afterward.
Before the encounter with the elder, Yoltzin would speak back to her companion. "It is usually a rarity for our people to be in conflict with the honored dead. Beings such as the bloodless Rosentos had been almost unheard of within these forests. Still, it does happen. There are some who give no honor to Xenxolotl, abusing our honored dead to achieve mortal ambitions... AS well, Rogue spirits or restless wanderers can harm us as much as any quickling." She pauses, navigating over a large branch along their trek. A comforting smile is directed to her friend once she has. "There may yet be things we could learn from one another even then. Be careful with your wording, is all I advise Rocko." Now... Standing to meet with him properly, Yoltzin momentarily tucks her head down in reverence. "<Elder Itzakun, I'm honored. Yes, our adventure has bore much fruit from the vine. Some even which have surprised even I."
A sense of relief swelled up in her soul as she laid witnessed to the final end of both spectre and vampire. Yoltzin approached the glade before they left, twisting a lit censer to help ritually cleanse it of any remnant shreds of remorse or malice. Both times she passed it's way, she did not so much as even glance to the fresh-fallen corpse. It's body was already tainted by unsanctioned unlife, never again would it rise on it's own accord or to the whims of another. Let the forest have take it instead. Later, as they approach the familiarity of her home, Yoltzin felt none of the apprehension that weighed on her during their initial approach. She welcomed the sight of it, acknowledging that it would be the last time in perhaps years she would lay her eyes upon it.
She places a hand to Rocko's shoulder, "It's my duty as a priestess to watch over the honored dead. Come with me, I'll guide you to where I feel is right."
Yoltzin offers no surprise at the apparent forgetfulness of the spirit, she is well acquainted with habits of those who are dead. Pulling from her back, she removed the wrapped head of Rosentos. "We have brought him, in pieces if not in whole. The man you once knew has turned upon his own mortality, rejecting even the comforting flames of Xenxolotl to embrace the cold comfort of the blooded dead. If it is your desire, we'd return him to his mockery of animation in order to seek your judgment."
"Mm..." AS the elf circled around the various items once more, her left hand carefully fingering the beaded necklace, she found her attention drawn to a rather simple looking iron mace. There was nothing decorative about it, it's metal flanges utilitarian in mathematically balanced design. When she ran a finger down the piece she felt a spark of connection to it, a shallow realization that while a poor weapon of war, this could instead be an excellent method of channeling her spirits. "He really did have quite an... interesting collection of trinkets."
"I'm of the opinion that your coins hold little weight in our forests. These other items, however..." Pausing, Yoltzin lifts the beaded necklace to examine it closer, fingering the markings as if trying to identify the carver's intent. It seemed Elven to her at first blush. "My people place great value in handworked crafts such as this, or the rest of these glittering baubles. If you were to give them anything I believe these items would go a long ways to curry their favor. Mmm... I'd also be remiss to ignore the sheer trade value these old coins might have with your frontiersman."
"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.
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