Reasonable, Minions, Mana Font, Retrieval, Transportation | Insomnia, Quick Tempered, Health Sapping, Fearsome Reputation
STR: 03 | AGI: 03 | VIT: 04 | MAG: 04 | LCK: 03
STR: 3 | AGI: 3 | VIT: 6 | MAG: 20 | LCK: 9
Coins: None
Kiyome
Age: 16 | Gender: Female | Time, Space Underdeveloped | Focused Assault, Regeneration | Horror (Thos) Precognition, Monstrous Metamorphosis, Big Damn Hero, Enhanced Weapon, Immortality
Reasonable, Marked, Mana Font, Minions, Retrieval, Magical Overload | Insomnia, Quick Tempered, Health Sapping, Fearsome Reputation, Monstrous Form Thick Skin, Second Specialization (Oddball: Space)| Hoarder, Broken Reincarnation
STR: 3 | AGI: 2 | VIT: 3 | MAG: 4 | LCK: 3
STR: 6 | AGI: 2 | VIT: 16 | MAG: 12 | LCK: 6
Coins: None
'One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.'
Seems she hadn't been the only one with the idea to try to deal with the armless girl's attempt to get into their backlines. And yet at the same time...she was deceptively seemingly defenseless in hindsight, yet was actually far less so when it came down to it. For what it was worth in getting those hits in to deal damage to her, all the draconic swordswoman got in return was chomped down on like bamboo in a panda's mouth.
She could ignore a lot of things that had happened so far, and had done so simply to keep up the fight. But at the same time-
Crush
Crack
Crunch
-the pain was moderately intense. Like her bones and flesh and skin were being chewed on by flat molars, not even being given the courtesy of being chopped off by the front teeth or something. She couldn't run, though, and so she began to sink down into the ground itself. Teeth were grit as she forced her mouth to stay shut despite the pain of getting slowly ground up by the twisted variation on a little yellow brick road. By the time she got to her thighs, the swordswoman had prepared to cut herself off at the thighs in order to escape and teleport away.
And then more help arrived, mainly in the form of some large golem man thing that began to crush the brick-teeth she was trapped and sinking into.
SMASH
SMASH
SMASH
She didn't even so much as bat an eye at Akhenaten's presence, she'd seen far far far worse in her nightmares alone, but once she was helped out and the golem intercepted some projectile attack sent at them she let out a small sigh of admittedly restrained relief. She looked up at the large black golem and gave a nod to it. Her cracked and rather injured legs likewise attempted to steady her body to stand, albeit being forced to use her abnormally long sword and enough spit, grit, and force of will to do so as well. Not that she batted much an eye at it, despite the ultimately reflexive winces of pain that came over her in the process.
"Thanks for the save. Would offer to play a game of senet as thanks, but with this problem here that offer of mine will have to be saved for later I'm afraid.
Right now, its time to crush this pest."
Her tone was rather formal and cordial despite the circumstances, though as the Angel of Hope's reinforcement magic would make standing up normally much more viable for Kiyome in turn. She would note the woman with the glowing gun's presence as well, but would merely give a small and silent nod to her rather than speak. Instead, her primary attention was on the little armless girl, not bound by vines but now damaged and encapsulated in a barrier akin to the one protecting the town.
Was this barrier going to block them from attacking? If so that'd be a truly sad and silly state of affairs, but if it was permeable somehow then they'd have a shot at this at least. Especially for what she was going to do to that little gi-...that monster now. Because she had just the thing in mind for bad little girls wandering in from wonderland and causing trouble like this. Something that well befit someone who stepped into her warzone on her watch and tried to crush her legs.
Focusing silently back on the armless girl, now standing outside of the trap once more, Kiyome would focus her breathing, raise her blade, and channel her mana once more for another attack. She would then start to move and swing her sword, before suddenly seeming to disappear again out of the blue mid-movement. She did not so much as touch the golden road again with her feet, though she'd reappear once more with her blade already mid-swing behind the armless girl without so much as making a noise. No battle cry, no nothing.
As the old queen of hearts had said...
OFF
WITH
HER
HEAD!!!
And so the single-strike focused assault attack in this instance was aimed to mightily and more potently take off the head of the armless girl. A single blow with enough mana focused into it to put it up to the task. Nothing on the level of a Killing Blow, but it was certainly not as small-potatoes attack by any stretch of the imagination.
Meanwhile, if any conjured minions Kiyome had summoned prior were even left by this point they'd just keep just going on and tearing through any and every enemy they could.
Despite Lilly and the other girl having seemingly ignored her, the other strange help now running around to grab civilians from houses was welcome enough in Eliana's eyes. Indeed, Oliver's clones and Six would find her giving a nod to them before motioning for them to follow her to the particular place she'd mentioned. House Four. At the rate things were going, only two houses being left was definitely a vast improvement compared to the pace they'd been making prior. Hopefully getting to Four, and getting past the rubble blocking Six, would finish the last two houses with any amount of time at all to spare. Anything they could use to try to get the civilians out of Bolorton and somewhere safe.
She also hoped that Kiyome was ok. Tough as the strange monster girl was and put herself up to be, she wasn't immort-...well, technically they were immortal. But she didn't want her to die regardless!
Thus Eliana would push herself to continue assisting, not stopping to rest until all the houses were cleared and she was back with the rest of the rescuers at the bunker again.
Perfect Life, Shinespark, Mystic Might | Vow of Humanity, Excommunication
STR: 3 | AGI: 3 | VIT: 4 | MAG: 4 | LCK: 3
STR: 5 | AGI: 10 | VIT: 9 | MAG: 23 | LCK: 7
Coins: 2 silver
Thank the Beacon itself that Aurelio was there. Not that he wasn't being a bit of a showman in it all, but that was the charm of it in her mind. Still, it was admittedly a small surprise of being suddenly teleported to where they needed to be next. The former horror knew Vivianne would be ok back there, likely would head back to tidy things in her room, but still Serenity blinked a couple of times in her surprise after touching down. Yet in the end she would relax as Aurelio began to pack up the mobile gate, her brows furrowing as the matter of how long the trip would take came up.
"I can use my magic to buff the vehicle, at least, to help us travel faster. It should be enough to help expedite us to Bolorton a little faster."
Yet even as she spoke, a small chill ran down the maid magical girl's back. Something felt...wrong out there. In the distance. Familiar, but also not at the same time. Shaking it off as best as she could, however, all Serenity needed was for them to get inside of the vehicle and she could try to help them get on-location as fast as she could with her magic. At least that would hopefully be something to help them along.
Otherwise, she did hope somewhat that she wouldn't get squished in a seat next to Hyun.
The former monster queen was indeed a former major monster threat, thinking back on the events of the 'Rave', but likewise the former horror herself hadn't held it against Hyun either. Serenity herself had been something far, far worse, and now honestly they were both purified humans and magical girls fighting for Beacon proper as allies. What was wrong with that? Or rather, well, Serenity wished there wasn't anything wrong with that. In truth, what had happened at HQ was only a facet of how others probably still felt about her really. She could feel it in her bones, felt it in her mind like it was simply just a fact of life. So in the case someone not as worse-off as her came along from a similar-type background, it wasn't hard to imagine at all that they might join in on the pointing a finger at her just to 'fit in' or blend in better as it were. Then again, the outfit wasn't helping anything and she knew that. Hadn't been her choice of new outfit either, but that of the Red Coin she'd used. Not anything she'd batted an eye at personally for the most part, though as long as a certain name wasn't mentioned during all of this then she felt they'd be fine.
Whatever the case was in matters, they had to make haste. The mission came first, and frankly being around friends was something the bunny maid magical girl was happy for.
Personality: A person with a certain sense of sobriety and maturity when it comes to the use of powers and facing danger. In fact, she is one to look things in the eye once she's steeled her resolve and will face down a charging boar or such without batting an eye if she feels she must. A kind of resolve that, when felt to be most necessary on her part, can keep her standing even when terror or fear or despair would strike deep into her psyche otherwise. A strong sense of will to be sure, one that pushes her to work diligently and hard for generally different reasons than her past once did. Yet this resolve is one that she mainly tries to apply to her work and goals, as she is still very much human. The risk of working herself to the bone or such is very much a realistic thing, and if something got to her badly enough one might see flashes of how she used to be all those years ago. Only flashes, but flashes of a seriously bad time/state all the same.
She would be the last person to really take a compliment well, though, usually just getting nervous and trying to dismiss herself and her own contributions as simply another person trying their best. Even if her overall state has improved since her triggering at the age of twelve, and a lot of work was behind that in turn, the scars of her past aren't something that would go away in full either. She indeed still has a lower evaluation of herself still, can be prone to making a self-deprecating joke potentially at some point, and tries to retain a sense of sincere humility despite the strength she wields. This lattermost thing is done in part out of a fear of getting too prideful or cocky, though continually undervaluing herself isn’t inherently something good to do either. It leaves her feeling a certain extent lonely or distanced from others in general, even if just by some small yet distinct amount.
She is definitely more sociable and friendly and such than she once was, and this is something her two surviving friends (who have remained friends with her back home even since the incident) have been able to attest to. Among other people. She can likewise be rather empathetic, however, willing to bend an ear as well as be kind to those about her...agreeing with them or not. However, she will push back if she feels people are trying to take advantage of her or force her into a corner. She can become notably more dogged and angry in such a situation, choosing ‘fight’ instead of ‘flight’ as she once did years ago.
Appearance: (Two different links are below, just in case.)
No matter how good she looked, no matter how hard she tried to learn and do her best at things, it would all never be enough in the end. The most beautiful child in the family, the second most intelligent beyond her genius older sister, and yet it wasn't ever enough. The pressure to succeed above the rest was held over her head each and every day, and yet no matter how much she studied or the programs she was in it was not enough. The best grades, the best performance in every fashion was expected of her. To let down the ever more weighty expectations of her parents was something that would spell the end of herself. It would spell being a failure. A nothing. Becoming nothing. Existing as nothing. A fraud, clad in the visage of something that once had potential. She held up her appearance in front of others well, but behind closed doors with her siblings and around her few close friends the exhausted eyes and depression would emerge in their grim honesty. Those who stuck with her tried to help keep her afloat, but she always felt bad for it. Like she didn't deserve the care or assistance. She felt the love was wasted on her, like she wasn't worth the good things. Life hadn't always been like this, but as she’d gotten old enough the pressures had been ramped up. How had her older siblings survived this? By letting the pressures fall onto her so they could live freer lives. But she couldn't. She couldn't let her younger sibling go through it, but she didn't want to either.
It was tearing her apart from the inside out, and yet she couldn't see anything in herself but a monster when she looked in the mirror. No matter how much she exercised, no matter how much she did to make herself look good, no matter how much she did to put on the best appearances and graces. Twisted flesh, a famiscile of humanity, a scrap that would one day meet her doom in the endless depths of failure. A grand self-loathing, but one that very much existed nonetheless. Her parents had come from almost nothing, yet had eventually risen to upper-middle-class status through their lives. Yet in their desire to raise their kids to even better lives, to not have to worry about all they’d faced and more, they had placed insurmountable pressures and expectations on them. Pressures and expectations they strictly clung to alongside their fears for their children, blind to the consequences they couldn’t imagine happening and blamed on other factors because they couldn’t handle the alternative.
Then came the day she went on that school summer trip overseas at the age of eleven, heading to Hong Kong to visit the area. It was in part an escape, a vacation paid for by the parents of the kids on the trip. Seeing a new place, getting new experiences, and what her parents had valued most....visiting a scientific facility tied to some company her parents were hoping for her to eventually work at. Here she was, in a foreign place and far from home, getting away for a bit, and yet she would ultimately learn that her parents would be waiting at the airport on the last day to be chaperones for the group’s trip home. It would send her into a small panic, there on the morning of the last day of the trip, all after she had been relaxing a bit with her friends and had begun to unwind. But no, she’d heard the other chaperones in the hall discussing it.
Yet just as she stepped out with a couple of friends to get some fresh air, mostly at their urging before they all had to go to the airport, what had once been a peaceful but busy morning would turn sour in a heartbeat. Disaster, as it were, would come to her this time-...
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At approximately 1015 hours/10:15 am, HERALD #001 was first sighted appearing within Hong Kong. Its arrival was swift and destructive, leveling approximately five city blocks and resulting in no less than {REDACTED} civilian and {REDACTED] cape deaths before it was driven off. These are among the worst casualty numbers resulting from a Progeny Event in the last half-century, though the city has been found to be in a salvageable state. See “Aftermath Report #5” for recommendations for remediation and rebuilding plans.
Subject “Evans, Eleanore” was discovered lying in the rubble of a building, the only survivor found aside from two other teenage girls trapped under the rubble only a few dozen meters away. Subject was missing their left leg at and below the knee, and follow-up medical examination of the subject as well as later subject testimony has confirmed having torn off the badly damaged leg portion in their haste to escape from under a chunk of debris. The blood trail leading from this point suddenly ends, however, rather than lead all the way to the subject’s end location. Building damage indicates a high-impact landing before crashing through the dense building walls, something unable to be survived by a human being and capable of punching through multiple building walls. Subject, based on this and confirmation of the subject's parahuman capabilities and lack of them prior to the incident, is thought to have triggered and become parahuman during the attack rather than prior to contact made with HERALD #001.
Subject physical trauma was notable, but was discovered unconscious. Suspected mental traumas prior to the event. The subject's lost leg portion had also sealed up to stop bleeding by the time of discovery, but in a rough and still dangerous manner requiring medical treatment and surgery to fully stabilize after the subject’s discovery and recovery from Site {REDACTED} at {REDACTED}.
Initial parahuman testing suggests a high-grade power and multiple capabilities, and as such greater study of the subject and more extensive rehabilitation efforts are strongly recommended. The subject could pose a serious danger if left without further study or care, given the nature of their powers. A cape should be posted near the room at all times in case of a subject having another panic incident, as occurred after they first awoke as detailed in {REDACTED}, Section Four of this Case File. Therapy is also highly recommended to seek improvement in the subject's mental state.
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Her parents and herself, even her two friends, would be found as survivors in the aftermath of the attack. Among others. Yet they were the lucky ones compared to most of the field trip’s members. After two months of care and observation, she would be allowed to go back home with her parents after they’d stayed around to be with her. After she and the other survivors all made their way back home, arriving at a small celebration held for them at the airport, a memorial would be held for the dead only a week later. Not all showed up for it, but she and her parents were noted as being among those who were capable of doing so.
From here life would change, even change everything she'd known before. Her parents, herself, everything. The pain and ache of those years of stress, lots of ensuing therapy both mental and physical, parahuman counseling and power practice, and lots of talking with her own folks about things long kept buried on both sides of the gap. All out in the open over the next six years. It would take several years of notable work and effort, but by the time she turned 17 years old her mental state would find itself a far call from back then or prior. Likewise her parents and family would be very much changed, and for the first time in years they could speak with one another in ways they never had been able to before. Even so, the scars and lessons of the past were not things any of them could ignore…they would last for a lifetime. But from this would come learning. And from learning strength.
Eventually she would put in to join the Wards, the desire to build up more good in the world by using what she could do having come to the forefront of her mind. In fact, it had become her own goal that even her parents wholly supported. Her own chosen path. It was something she’d have never been able to dream of or imagine at the age of eleven, and yet now it was a reality. A grim one, but a reality. However, the flow of some last-second paperwork and forms would put a wrench in the works. In the end it would delay her joining up with the rest of her peers, much to her chagrin, though it has not dulled her intent or goals at the very least.
Activating her power, Eleanore takes on an idealized form of herself. Gorgeous, curvaceous and impossible to ignore. Literally glowing, her eyes an unnatural, but stirring orange-gold. Sculpted, yet at once not unappealingly muscular, this form--upon close inspection--is not actually composed entirely of flesh. Instead, exotic veins of orange-gold crystal draw intricate patterns across her visage. Clothes/costume/belongings are included into the form when she shifts (including her prosthetic leg). Her eyes likewise glitter unnaturally with refracted light.
While in this state, any wounds, including lost limbs, are replaced entirely by crystalline matter. Painless in this state, Eleanore gains a form of super strength and drastically enhanced durability. Yet, rather than be physically immovable, she is rendered lighter than air and so permeable to energy--kinetic or otherwise--that attacks simply diminish as they strike or pass through her. As a side effect of this, Eleanore is also capable of willingly/passively ignoring forces that would typically act on her person, such as gravity, allowing her a form of highly maneuverable--like 20 mph max speed--flight.
Finally, Eleanore's power affords her two other subtle, if potent, abilities:
The first of these makes her hyper aware of her body and the attention of the presence of everyone and everything around her. Functionally this amounts to extreme bodily awareness/control and a precise understanding of anything occupying space within a small 4 meter radius of her person.
Additionally--and particularly subtle--is the fact that her power gives her preternatural memory and learning efficiency. While this has no clear effect at first, it can result in the ability to rapidly adapt to situations, combat or otherwise.
However, all this power comes at a steep price for while she can remain in her breaker form for an exceptionally long time, when she exits it her power exacts its cost. Non-fatal injuries reappear and her bodily awareness takes time to fade, resulting in often debilitating pain. The limb she lost during her trigger is once more gone, the crystal that replaced it in her breaker state, dissolving into nothing. Yet, though not a discrete or obviously power-related effect, the crushing weakness of her physical and mental capabilities comes rushing back as soon as she exits her form. All that proficiency, coordination and competence gone, she's returned to her pitiable all-too-human state and as if her trigger wasn't years behind her...the emotions come rushing back.
While these effects fade with time, they tend to lend the user towards maintaining their breaker state as often as possible to avoid them.
Yet, if overused, the state itself begins to warp. The beauty becomes inhuman with extensively prolonged use (days or many hours), taking on an uncanny valley sort of effect as it subtly twists over time. Coordination and awareness of her person becomes...unreliable, failing unpredictably. Awareness of one's surroundings becomes crushing, twisting to make her aware of people's every movement, their gaze, their attention as it pushes her mind to remembering the judging gaze of her parents.
After all, you know what they say. Great power comes with great responsibilities...and in this case, that responsibility is crushing.
Thinker Types: Farsight X Proficiency
Farsight: Awareness extending beyond usual limits and ranges of normal senses. Triggers from tunnel vision in views or character, incorrect perceptions/views.
Proficiency: Thinker power operates via. enhanced or manipulated skill or talent. Trigger from competence-driven dilemmas and crises.
Brute Types: Muscle X Intensity
Muscle brutes offer raw mass and offensive tools. They manifest from physical, focused damage to a part and struggle.
Intensity brutes offer raw elemental power and defensive tools. They trigger from energy-based, focused damage to a part and pain.
Breaker Type: Atropos.
Enters a breaker state, transforming to an idealized, attractive alternate self, gaining a different appearance, proportions, improved stats and access to a powerset/general breaker benefit. Outside of breaker form, suffers detriments that offset bonuses, with ongoing drawbacks (mutation or personality flaw).
If civilian-powered life balance isn’t maintained, the subject may see things crumble around the idealized form with the breaker form becoming long term or permanent as well as perverse in interpretation, with the ongoing drawback from the civilian form bleeding into it and ultimately taking it over.
If ya get punted, just drop back to normal Gs so ya plummet. Or redirect the momentum with your flight.
Skills:
Cooking - Is actually a very good if not also naturally talented cook in general, for someone of her age or not, in part due to the years of classes before her triggering and then years afterward under better conditions. Can be said to be a form of stress relief for her, once a coping mechanism of the past that has become a more healthily-managed one by current times. But if you see her stress baking three dozen cookies, or something extraordinary like that whilst she is on her own or not making them for some occasion or intent, check if she’s ok…she is most likely stressed out about or focusing a bit too much on something.
Music - The violin and piano are her instruments of choice, having been drilled in them and even now having some rather solid skills with them for her age. Picked up the former of her own volition after years of stressful classes with the latter, though with time and work with therapy the latter came to finally become something she does enjoy and practices as well by current times. Not as good at music as she is at cooking by a distinct margin, but she still enjoys it.
Exercise - A thing she did as part of her life before the trigger event, but likewise worked with years of therapy into something she finds relaxing and wants to keep up with in a healthy manner. A far healthier manner than she once did at an even younger age. Took up swimming where she used to only do running, and whilst she does use a treadmill these days she has become a more solid swimmer and used it to learn how to help control and pace her breathing.
Sewing/Knitting/Crocheting - With deft hands and fingers, she picked this up post-trigger-event as a sort of hobby. Something to help manage her anxieties and stress as well to some extent, which she has become reasonably good at within the last five years as she's come to take a liking to it.
Other:
Her favorite pets are cats.
Her favorite food ranges from savory Italian and Italian-American dishes, to Mediterranean dishes with fish or feta cheese, to the like. When it comes to cooked food at home versus takeout, she most often enjoys things of the home-cooked variety but isn't a snob about takeout either. Albeit she isn't much a fan at all of rather spicy fare.
The beach is her favorite place to go for vacation.
Wears a very well-covering but simple/durable mask before transforming, as she looks far different in her Breaker state and it hides her identity fully, which is integrated into her Breaker form by the power itself and hides her appearance when she de-transforms.
“Back already, eh lass?” Eirhild asked as the fox ran over to where she was still sitting by the fire. “Oi, what is this little vermin doin’ here? And who’s the new friend?”
"I wasn't expecting to return so soon either, but this is someone from Mie's Caravan. The fox with him is Ayumi. She'll be fine, just...make sure to secure any food you have. Tightly."
The Mothraki then turned to the new arrival, but was stunned momentarily as the man, named Novak it seemed, would just unload a lot on them all at once. A lot of information, topped with questions. It was dizzying enough to get unloaded on that fast when she hadn't even gotten the chance to ask him anything first, but as the situation for Novak and the others of Mie's caravan was dire she kept her mouth shut and bit her tongue in order to listen to Novak's (for lack of a better word on her part) information dump.
At the end, Nylah would let out an exasperated sigh of her own once Novak was done. She would then speak where only herself and the other two people in the room could hear. This first things she would say, however, would be emphasized rather distinctly.
"Be careful of how loud you speak, just in case. I'm sure we could ask questions all the day long as well, but we must keep this interaction brief before those hosting I and my traveling companions come back from their business. We do not wish to bring them trouble in all of this, but I will answer what I can of your questions in the meantime."
The Mothraki did seem a bit anxious and nervous, as much as she seemed to become rather serious and stern for the most part otherwise, but she would continue to speak at the same carefully-controlled volume so preying ears beyond the walls might not hear them.
"Haruno was the only one to reach us, and she was near death at the time. I was able to stabilize her and with help get her to my mentor in Dawn. She's been doing better since then at least, and did fill us in on the situation as best she could. She still needs to recover before any kind of journeying though.
However, the village itself was hit by the passing of Elder Beast Azral Suralng and its kin passed through the area, and we've been...devastated..."
Her lips drew up grimly as the memories of what she'd seen after that time came to mind, forcing a chill to run down her back before she shook her head to clear it before she continued speaking.
"But even now Dawn is still trying to rebuild, and we've plenty of problems on our plate. Myself, Lissa, and Eirhild here are the only ones who could come to try to figure out the details of what is going on, and likewise we wish to see if we can help yourself and the rest of Mie's Caravan. We are frankly all the village can likely spare for now.
The third member of our party, Lissa, is currently out to talk to one of the apprentices of the Krysa elders. The same who took us in here alongside her sister after saving us from the Yaga.
Further, we came here posing as merchants. The Yaga who so graciously have given us refuge here gave us a cover story beyond that. So we're in a precarious position of our own here with the Krysa's presence. This is one reason why, after this, it might be well for your to leave and claim you simply came in to 'warm up' somewhere for a second at most. You did draw stares from the locals as we came here..."
She almost regretted bringing him in for a moment, as cruel as it sounded, based on the looks he'd garnered them along the way. She didn't want to endanger Jolca and Jivka with all of this. At the same time, however, this was information they desperately needed to exchange. No gamble was without its risks, she figured...but even so they had to play it safe.
Novak leaving as soon as he warmed up a little would likely be best for safety reasons on all sides.
"Meanwhile, your information on Lady Marushka lines up with what we've learned so far from our hosts. A Krysa official of some kind had an attempted assassination against their life, perhaps this person being this Sir Ozven that you mentioned. It seems they have placed blame on Mie and the caravan seemingly out of the blue, at least since we haven no idea how they came to such a conclusion. If they had reasons or not for this, and in regards to how deep this seeming paranoia of theirs runs, we simply don't currently know.
We also now know Krysa leaders are meeting or close by at all with the Yaga Elders and their apprentices, mostly just them outside of the patrolling Krysa guards being around here from what we've seen so far.
It also seems tensions with the Yaga here are building since the sudden occupation of the Krysa here, and that it's been building for some time."
Nylah would reach into her pack, pulling out two healing potions and one vial of poison to hand over directly to Novak before she continued. Shen then paused for a second, and then handed over a small bit of her own food. Some more dried meat, like she'd fed to Ayumi.
"I wish we could speak longer about things, or wait until Lissa returns, but I worry we must be most cautious all the same. Here is something for the road for you to take back if or use if you need.
The meat is for Ayumi and yourself. Meanwhile the healing potions are simple, as I am no master of medicines by any means, but they should be useful for injuries and wounds.
This vial should be a poison of some kind, in case you can find a use for it, likely mild in nature since it came from a young chameleon from deeper in the woods near Dawn. Even the creatures from the deeper woods have been encroaching on us recently..."
***Kyr Reed acted as a sort of coagulant as well as sedative. Made people calmer…not particularly useful for treating frostbite on its own, but it was useful for staunching bleeding or injuries. Could be crushed into a paste with a variety of other things to achieve various effects. Wind-Leaf acted as more of a stimulant. When properly mixed with Kyr Reed it made salves and healing poultices good for bolstering the immune system and promoting natural healing. Coral Moss and Slug mucus were a bit harder to find, since the slugs only could be found in shallow water during the day, with Coral Moss being found in damp sea caves off the coast near the Goddess Spear. Slug Mucus was good for making topical salves for alleviating pain, while Coral Moss, when exposed to certain other substances actually heated itself to temperatures good for gentle rewarming of frost-bitten areas.
***Making anesthetics and preparing healing potions and salves.
It’d be easy enough to prepare both of those things especially with the things she had on hand. Fresh water for a base, crush the ingredients, then boil it to a broth. Simple enough, they didn’t have time to refine it. The Salves could be made by taking the same ingredients and crushing them into a paste without the water. Better for topical use on flesh wounds.
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-Acquired Lore/World Knowledge:
***Yaga Deity + Yaga Perspective On Rifelshka -
and slowly running her thumb across it. “It doesn’t have a name. Our deity, that is. We just know he exists and is the reason we survived the Moonless Era.” She’d pass it to Nylah for her to hold. “As for The Death goddess…” She lowered her voice, briefly glancing over her shoulders despite there being quite obviously no one else in the cabin. “We say the rest of the gods are lesser spirits born from our nameless deity when he fell from the heavens, his body was formed into these lesser Spirits. But the Death Goddess? She existed before him and if you believe the elder, had a direct hand in creating the Moonless Era and seeks to kill our deity once more. That’s all I’m saying.” She’d fall silent, seemingly nervously scratching the back of her head. “Uh, sorry I’m gonna take a walk. Hate talking about this, but one more thing. Do not mention her name here, outsider. That’s a good way to get every Yaga to want you to leave. Say she hears every time her name is spoken and we don’t want to try any attention from her.”
***Why the Krysa are at the Yaga Village and are attacking Mie -
Something has the Krysa spooked.” A brusque reply the Yaga ignored the snow starting to fall, leading the three towards a small house towards the middle of the village. “Someone trying to attack one of their wisemen or something? I dunno. They blame that merchant that travels through here around this time.”
***About Novak:
First, I know that I don't look the part of one of Mie's people. I originally wasn't- I was just some nobody that her caravan picked up, and she was gracious enough to allow me to earn a living working for her. She sent me to sneak out since I'm neither an Oni nor a Chagawa human, thus they have no reason to suspect that I'm with her."
***Mie's Caravan Situation Information As Acquired from Novak:
"I presume Haruno already filled you in as to what our situation is. Nothing's changed since she left- we're still holding out, but our food is running low and we need to get this resolved one way or the other. However, I did manage to learn some rather interesting things on my way here. The Krysa woman you saw me with, Lady Marushka, is with the Office of Internal Peace. She's acting on direct orders from the Tsarita herself, hunting some "person of interest" in the snowfields. I also overheard a mention from her guards about the life of someone important being threatened. Sir something...Ost...no...Osh...Ozven, that's it. Sir Ozven, they said."
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-{Enthralling Dust} (Racial): Mothraki produce a potent pollen like dust upon their wings. Merely by existing they spread this where they go, though it's mostly harmless if not inhaled in large quantities. Causes hallucinations and dulls one's senses. As one may expect, people tend to frown upon this sort of thing.
-{Journeyman Light Magic}: A magic encompassing pure light and illumination, ranging from harmless orbs to light up one’s path all the way up to rays/beams of light as attacks to even light barriers and other light constructs such as swords and spears and shields and so forth. A versatile magic that does not call upon the fire of the sun, but does have its myriad uses and capabilities.
-{Novice Herbalist}: Non-magical practices of a healer, ranging from identifying or figuring out the use of new herbs and recognizing familiar ones, to making things like certain poultices and healing-based alchemy/potion-making, to how to handle wounds/injuries and such using these things.
-{Herbalist's Bag}: A simple leather bag with a well-built shoulder strap, that is filled with a good number of many types of herbs, a good amount of bandages, and finally tools to make tonics, poultices, and potions alongside a scare few pre-prepared ones that are within the bag itself. She usually wears it around most of the time. (EDIT: Has refilled her supplies, with three one total healing pots remaining now. Also now has four three vials of baby-chameleon-thing poison.)
-{Small Knife}: A gift from her mother, made with a smoothed-out bone handle and treated with certain oils, mainly used to help cut things like vines and plants when out collecting herbs and so forth. Also a very niche emergency self-defense tool.
-{Food}: A small pouch sitting on her opposite hip that contains a few strips of preserved game meat and a few dried edible herbs from the local area. Not much in amount, since it was meant to be snacks for heading into the woods to gather herbs before 'that' happened.
-{Wristband}: A simple little bracelet made of pretty stones dyed in various colors, carefully having had a hole made through each, sitting on a band made of twisted and treated leather strips. Worn on her left wrist and given as a gift to her by her mother. How long it took to acquire or even make is unknown.
-{Cuteness}: She is a definitely cute moth girl. This is inherent to her existence. Yes.
When herself and Lissa would ultimately leave the home of Jivka and her sister, after having seemed to come to a sort of agreement between them of what to do, the Mothraki would glance a suspiciously familiar figure. Specifically a small furry one she'd snuck treats to on occasion when Mie had come by the village in the past, all before she'd learned the hard way about securing her small bag of treats to herself rather than simply sitting it on the ground and averting her eyes for even a moment. Or in other words: Ayumi. A sure sign of Mie's presence to be sure, but also hanging around the feet and legs of someone...er...someone. Seemed to be a traveler, but if Ayumi was around him like that then it meant he was with Mie somehow.
If he was familiar to her at all, though, then it wasn't strongly enough to bring up any familiarity on the spot at least. However, the fact that someone tied to Mie was inside the village and not being drug about by the Krysa was equally strange yet also somewhat reliving.
As Lissa went her own more distinct way, Nylah stopped simply staring and walked over toward the strange traveler and Ayumi. Not that she knew much of how to approach them like this, but she at least tried to not be intimidating if nothing else? Yeah. She'd try her best in that regard.
Because unless she was an idiot in doing this, this person could have information they sorely needed about Mie and her peoples' status.
Still, as she approached she did reach into her bag and pull out a small scrap of dried meat. A portion of the remining food she had on her, but something she would inherently bend down a little and offer Ayumi with a small, warm smile (before closing her bag up tight out of unconscious habit). She then looked up at the traveler himself, before speaking quietly enough to where only she and the traveler (Novak) could hear.
"You seem to be a fellow traveler here, from the looks of it. I and my compatriots just arrived here as well after our own travels.
Ayumi also seems to like you well enough, and since she's familiar with you then I can take a good guess at where you're from and such. We ran into Haruno some days ago as well. But none of that's for speaking about out here in the cold and such like this. We'll freeze if we try to talk much this far from a fire!
You can come with me if you'd like, get out of the freezing cold and away from any crowds and such in a home here where we were offered refuge from the cold. I can't imagine what a trip you had to take to get here, though, that's for sure..."
Was it subtle? Er, she was attempting to be at least. Attempting to hint enough to this individual that she knew who Ayumi was, and what that could insinuate for him by extension as being involved with Mie's caravan. So maybe her own familiarity and lack of screaming for guards or something would be an indicator she was a potential ally? Ugh.
She had no real idea how to go about this without risking saying more suspicious things, she felt, but she also didn't want to let a potential lead and escapee from the camp. Maybe he'd get the idea? Maybe. Or she'd goof things up again...
If all else failed, she had mentioning Mie and such directly as a measure of desperation. But total bluntness was, er, well being saved as a last resort. She just hoped this guy was properly from among Mie's people and on their side, but if he had been or was a traitor then would Ayumi have been about him like this though? The fox was a troublemaker, but for the animal to become a turncoat against the reliable hands that fed her in the caravan for all these years? Nylah doubted it.
***Kyr Reed acted as a sort of coagulant as well as sedative. Made people calmer…not particularly useful for treating frostbite on its own, but it was useful for staunching bleeding or injuries. Could be crushed into a paste with a variety of other things to achieve various effects. Wind-Leaf acted as more of a stimulant. When properly mixed with Kyr Reed it made salves and healing poultices good for bolstering the immune system and promoting natural healing. Coral Moss and Slug mucus were a bit harder to find, since the slugs only could be found in shallow water during the day, with Coral Moss being found in damp sea caves off the coast near the Goddess Spear. Slug Mucus was good for making topical salves for alleviating pain, while Coral Moss, when exposed to certain other substances actually heated itself to temperatures good for gentle rewarming of frost-bitten areas.
***Making anesthetics and preparing healing potions and salves.
It’d be easy enough to prepare both of those things especially with the things she had on hand. Fresh water for a base, crush the ingredients, then boil it to a broth. Simple enough, they didn’t have time to refine it. The Salves could be made by taking the same ingredients and crushing them into a paste without the water. Better for topical use on flesh wounds.
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-Acquired Lore/World Knowledge:
***Yaga Deity + Yaga Perspective On Rifelshka -
and slowly running her thumb across it. “It doesn’t have a name. Our deity, that is. We just know he exists and is the reason we survived the Moonless Era.” She’d pass it to Nylah for her to hold. “As for The Death goddess…” She lowered her voice, briefly glancing over her shoulders despite there being quite obviously no one else in the cabin. “We say the rest of the gods are lesser spirits born from our nameless deity when he fell from the heavens, his body was formed into these lesser Spirits. But the Death Goddess? She existed before him and if you believe the elder, had a direct hand in creating the Moonless Era and seeks to kill our deity once more. That’s all I’m saying.” She’d fall silent, seemingly nervously scratching the back of her head. “Uh, sorry I’m gonna take a walk. Hate talking about this, but one more thing. Do not mention her name here, outsider. That’s a good way to get every Yaga to want you to leave. Say she hears every time her name is spoken and we don’t want to try any attention from her.”
***Why the Krysa are at the Yaga Village and are attacking Mie -
Something has the Krysa spooked.” A brusque reply the Yaga ignored the snow starting to fall, leading the three towards a small house towards the middle of the village. “Someone trying to attack one of their wisemen or something? I dunno. They blame that merchant that travels through here around this time.”
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-{Enthralling Dust} (Racial): Mothraki produce a potent pollen like dust upon their wings. Merely by existing they spread this where they go, though it's mostly harmless if not inhaled in large quantities. Causes hallucinations and dulls one's senses. As one may expect, people tend to frown upon this sort of thing.
-{Journeyman Light Magic}: A magic encompassing pure light and illumination, ranging from harmless orbs to light up one’s path all the way up to rays/beams of light as attacks to even light barriers and other light constructs such as swords and spears and shields and so forth. A versatile magic that does not call upon the fire of the sun, but does have its myriad uses and capabilities.
-{Novice Herbalist}: Non-magical practices of a healer, ranging from identifying or figuring out the use of new herbs and recognizing familiar ones, to making things like certain poultices and healing-based alchemy/potion-making, to how to handle wounds/injuries and such using these things.
-{Herbalist's Bag}: A simple leather bag with a well-built shoulder strap, that is filled with a good number of many types of herbs, a good amount of bandages, and finally tools to make tonics, poultices, and potions alongside a scare few pre-prepared ones that are within the bag itself. She usually wears it around most of the time. (EDIT: Has refilled her supplies, with three total healing pots remaining now. Also now has four vials of baby-chameleon-thing poison.)
-{Small Knife}: A gift from her mother, made with a smoothed-out bone handle and treated with certain oils, mainly used to help cut things like vines and plants when out collecting herbs and so forth. Also a very niche emergency self-defense tool.
-{Food}: A small pouch sitting on her opposite hip that contains a few strips of preserved game meat and a few dried edible herbs from the local area. Not much in amount, since it was meant to be snacks for heading into the woods to gather herbs before 'that' happened.
-{Wristband}: A simple little bracelet made of pretty stones dyed in various colors, carefully having had a hole made through each, sitting on a band made of twisted and treated leather strips. Worn on her left wrist and given as a gift to her by her mother. How long it took to acquire or even make is unknown.
-{Cuteness}: She is a definitely cute moth girl. This is inherent to her existence. Yes.
Once their kind host was out of hearing range of their conversation, having gone out on her aforementioned walk, the Mothraki met Lissa's eyes and took pause as her ally spoke. To just barge out there and try to find the other sister, then just hang about and listen around the village? Nylah's brows furrowed some as she listened to Lissa's plan, before she would speak up once more whilst keeping her voice low enough that only herself and her two compatriots could hear.
"I agree that we must speak with Jolča, and get more information from around here, but perhaps we should think a little more about this than simply going out there immediately.
We should at least look at what we know so far first, and go from there somewhat more carefully now that we're this deep inside of things."
Nylah would run her right hand through her own hair for a moment, gathering her words before looking again to Eirhild and Lissa. Her tone, as it would continue to be, would be kept hushed enough to be heard by only her compatriots.
"We firstly know Krysa are paranoid about something regarding what could have been an attempted assassination among their own, and this was enough for them to accuse and target Mie without any proof as far as we know. This means they are not very negotiable right now, at least being so here of all places.
Secondly, it seems tensions with the Yaga here are building since the sudden occupation of the Krysa here. At least this would seem to be the case if Jivka was of any indication with her words about the matter.
Third, we also now know Krysa leaders are meeting or close by at all with the Yaga Elders and their apprentices, so simply barging in to find Jolča could be dangerous if we run into the General again. Even if a meeting isn't actively going on, then they might be keeping an eye on them.
Fourth, the Death Goddess' taboo locally has bought us a chance to get into the village here, but if we waste this cover or step on the wrong toes or act too out of line we could be grabbed up potentially regardless. Acting in any extra suspicious ways, more so especially since we stand out badly from any locals here, could very well bring us more attention than we need if not bring harmful and frankly undue suspicions on Jivka and her sister."
She didn't want to hurt the duo, especially after their kindnesses to mere travelers such as themselves. If not simple kindness, then, it was a sign of how bad the relations between the Yaga and Krysa were getting that they'd help travelers like them to spite the Krysa. Whatever the case, they were the only two people they had somewhat on their side for the time being. Making a mess for them, then, was not good...nor would it look good. At least in Nylah's mind.
"With all this in mind, I propose that we simply split up for the time being. Act like we are trying to get supplies for our travels, mingle, or whatever we can do to try to blend in and learn what we can about things. We just need to be tactful in what we talk and ask about.
In this way all three of us can be doing something, rather than simply cluster together, and if we happen to overhear anything extra or acquire something important otherwise then all the better.
Then we could all return here later for when Jivka, and her sister since this is their house, returns so we can talk to her more within the privacy of their home here and without perhaps raising any greater suspicions about ourselves by simply approaching her out in public with the Krysa still potentially watching."
Was it the best plan? It was the best she could conjure with what she currently knew, at least, and she hoped she would find ground with her allies in it. Or at least a way they could compromise on things perhaps. The only thing she hard disagreed with was just barging in to find Jolča in the center of town, especially after what they'd just learned and experienced prior.
***Kyr Reed acted as a sort of coagulant as well as sedative. Made people calmer…not particularly useful for treating frostbite on its own, but it was useful for staunching bleeding or injuries. Could be crushed into a paste with a variety of other things to achieve various effects. Wind-Leaf acted as more of a stimulant. When properly mixed with Kyr Reed it made salves and healing poultices good for bolstering the immune system and promoting natural healing. Coral Moss and Slug mucus were a bit harder to find, since the slugs only could be found in shallow water during the day, with Coral Moss being found in damp sea caves off the coast near the Goddess Spear. Slug Mucus was good for making topical salves for alleviating pain, while Coral Moss, when exposed to certain other substances actually heated itself to temperatures good for gentle rewarming of frost-bitten areas.
***Making anesthetics and preparing healing potions and salves.
It’d be easy enough to prepare both of those things especially with the things she had on hand. Fresh water for a base, crush the ingredients, then boil it to a broth. Simple enough, they didn’t have time to refine it. The Salves could be made by taking the same ingredients and crushing them into a paste without the water. Better for topical use on flesh wounds.
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-Acquired Lore/World Knowledge:
***Yaga Deity + Yaga Perspective On Rifelshka -
and slowly running her thumb across it. “It doesn’t have a name. Our deity, that is. We just know he exists and is the reason we survived the Moonless Era.” She’d pass it to Nylah for her to hold. “As for The Death goddess…” She lowered her voice, briefly glancing over her shoulders despite there being quite obviously no one else in the cabin. “We say the rest of the gods are lesser spirits born from our nameless deity when he fell from the heavens, his body was formed into these lesser Spirits. But the Death Goddess? She existed before him and if you believe the elder, had a direct hand in creating the Moonless Era and seeks to kill our deity once more. That’s all I’m saying.” She’d fall silent, seemingly nervously scratching the back of her head. “Uh, sorry I’m gonna take a walk. Hate talking about this, but one more thing. Do not mention her name here, outsider. That’s a good way to get every Yaga to want you to leave. Say she hears every time her name is spoken and we don’t want to try any attention from her.”
***Why the Krysa are at the Yaga Village and are attacking Mie -
Something has the Krysa spooked.” A brusque reply the Yaga ignored the snow starting to fall, leading the three towards a small house towards the middle of the village. “Someone trying to attack one of their wisemen or something? I dunno. They blame that merchant that travels through here around this time.”
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-{Enthralling Dust} (Racial): Mothraki produce a potent pollen like dust upon their wings. Merely by existing they spread this where they go, though it's mostly harmless if not inhaled in large quantities. Causes hallucinations and dulls one's senses. As one may expect, people tend to frown upon this sort of thing.
-{Journeyman Light Magic}: A magic encompassing pure light and illumination, ranging from harmless orbs to light up one’s path all the way up to rays/beams of light as attacks to even light barriers and other light constructs such as swords and spears and shields and so forth. A versatile magic that does not call upon the fire of the sun, but does have its myriad uses and capabilities.
-{Novice Herbalist}: Non-magical practices of a healer, ranging from identifying or figuring out the use of new herbs and recognizing familiar ones, to making things like certain poultices and healing-based alchemy/potion-making, to how to handle wounds/injuries and such using these things.
-{Herbalist's Bag}: A simple leather bag with a well-built shoulder strap, that is filled with a good number of many types of herbs, a good amount of bandages, and finally tools to make tonics, poultices, and potions alongside a scare few pre-prepared ones that are within the bag itself. She usually wears it around most of the time. (EDIT: Has refilled her supplies, with three total healing pots remaining now. Also now has four vials of baby-chameleon-thing poison.)
-{Small Knife}: A gift from her mother, made with a smoothed-out bone handle and treated with certain oils, mainly used to help cut things like vines and plants when out collecting herbs and so forth. Also a very niche emergency self-defense tool.
-{Food}: A small pouch sitting on her opposite hip that contains a few strips of preserved game meat and a few dried edible herbs from the local area. Not much in amount, since it was meant to be snacks for heading into the woods to gather herbs before 'that' happened.
-{Wristband}: A simple little bracelet made of pretty stones dyed in various colors, carefully having had a hole made through each, sitting on a band made of twisted and treated leather strips. Worn on her left wrist and given as a gift to her by her mother. How long it took to acquire or even make is unknown.
-{Cuteness}: She is a definitely cute moth girl. This is inherent to her existence. Yes.
Nylah gently yet carefully ran her fingers over the wooden fetish as she listened intently to Jivka, both about the situation and about the fetish and her people's views on Rifelshka. She then looked back down at the fetish again, as if to ingrain the imagine of it into her memory. She then let out a small sigh, before gingerly placing the wooden fetish itself back where it had once been before Jivka pulled it down for her to look at. A nameless god? Other gods and spirits are fragments of it? Rifelshka being around before even this nameless deity, being claimed to be responsible in part for the Moonless Era, and still seeking to kill this nameless deity as well? It was certainly a tale that evoked only greater curiosity from the Mothraki girl...perhaps it would be something to ask Enli about later, compare it to what the village knew and all about any deities she knew for a fact were involved in the village's own history.
Er, but as much as she was curious she did try to force her train of thought to a halt. Indeed, the situation before them was not the best for more than just Mie it seemed.
The Yaga did not seem to like the Krysa, if Jivka and her sister were of any proper indication of the overall general consensus among many of the other Yaga, and that tension was palpable to her when Jivka had spoken of them in the manner she did.
Meanwhile, the Krysa were making their presence known in the Yaga's territory as overlords and via an occupation (for all intents and purspoes) no less. Not to mention the strained-sounding relations if enough Yaga were that potentially vehemently against them already, which itself was combined with this occupation-type situation whilst Mie's people were being cornered.
Stack on top of this perhaps at least somewhat precarious situation between the Krysa and Yaga on top of what brought the Krysa into this in the first place. It was far from a firsthand account, but if a major figure was attacked among their people then they blamed Mie it was not good. Not good for any of them really. She had little sympathy for the Krysa, but if they got Mie and her people out of there somehow then...potentially the Krysa would be after the village next. Unless they dropped Mie as a suspect, but even then the Krysa were on edge about a potential attempted assassination at that and might not be too willing to 'simply talk' as it were. Not that she knew for sure, but it was a risk Nylah calculated in her mind as she thought over the information in the moment.
"Apologies if my question brought some uncomfortable matters, though thank you very much for explaining things for us even so. You and your sister's kindnesses will not be forgotten, Jivka, and for that I wish to express my own thanks as well. We'll do our best to be careful of things here too."
Nylah then looked at her compatriots once more, attempting to silently meet their gazes and impart to them a sense of 'we need to talk about our next move' or something along the lines of a look that said 'we need to talk'. She knew she wasn't the current 'head' of the group officially here either, but all the same she hoped that maybe they could at least take a second before rushing off to where the Elders and apprentices were or anything of the sort.
"Though admittedly we've been on the road a good while today, so perhaps I an my compatriots should rest for a moment before we do anything else. If naught else to warm ourselves by the fire here and rest for a moment after, ah, what happened back there."
The herbalist apprentice would nervously rub the back of her own head as she continued speaking, admittedly feeling a tad cold given their trip. Not that her words were a lie either, though, as it all was the truth. Time to rest and maybe talk, warm up at that, it'd be good before they took up a next move perhaps. If they even gave themselves the chance to...
She didn't want to mess things up again, as she at least felt as if she'd done in her actions prior, but she hoped that in this case the others were having a similar mindset of warming up and taking a second to talk amongst themselves.
***Kyr Reed acted as a sort of coagulant as well as sedative. Made people calmer…not particularly useful for treating frostbite on its own, but it was useful for staunching bleeding or injuries. Could be crushed into a paste with a variety of other things to achieve various effects. Wind-Leaf acted as more of a stimulant. When properly mixed with Kyr Reed it made salves and healing poultices good for bolstering the immune system and promoting natural healing. Coral Moss and Slug mucus were a bit harder to find, since the slugs only could be found in shallow water during the day, with Coral Moss being found in damp sea caves off the coast near the Goddess Spear. Slug Mucus was good for making topical salves for alleviating pain, while Coral Moss, when exposed to certain other substances actually heated itself to temperatures good for gentle rewarming of frost-bitten areas.
***Making anesthetics and preparing healing potions and salves.
It’d be easy enough to prepare both of those things especially with the things she had on hand. Fresh water for a base, crush the ingredients, then boil it to a broth. Simple enough, they didn’t have time to refine it. The Salves could be made by taking the same ingredients and crushing them into a paste without the water. Better for topical use on flesh wounds.
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-Acquired Lore/World Knowledge:
***Yaga Deity + Yaga Perspective On Rifelshka -
and slowly running her thumb across it. “It doesn’t have a name. Our deity, that is. We just know he exists and is the reason we survived the Moonless Era.” She’d pass it to Nylah for her to hold. “As for The Death goddess…” She lowered her voice, briefly glancing over her shoulders despite there being quite obviously no one else in the cabin. “We say the rest of the gods are lesser spirits born from our nameless deity when he fell from the heavens, his body was formed into these lesser Spirits. But the Death Goddess? She existed before him and if you believe the elder, had a direct hand in creating the Moonless Era and seeks to kill our deity once more. That’s all I’m saying.” She’d fall silent, seemingly nervously scratching the back of her head. “Uh, sorry I’m gonna take a walk. Hate talking about this, but one more thing. Do not mention her name here, outsider. That’s a good way to get every Yaga to want you to leave. Say she hears every time her name is spoken and we don’t want to try any attention from her.”
***Why the Krysa are at the Yaga Village and are attacking Mie -
Something has the Krysa spooked.” A brusque reply the Yaga ignored the snow starting to fall, leading the three towards a small house towards the middle of the village. “Someone trying to attack one of their wisemen or something? I dunno. They blame that merchant that travels through here around this time.”
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-{Enthralling Dust} (Racial): Mothraki produce a potent pollen like dust upon their wings. Merely by existing they spread this where they go, though it's mostly harmless if not inhaled in large quantities. Causes hallucinations and dulls one's senses. As one may expect, people tend to frown upon this sort of thing.
-{Journeyman Light Magic}: A magic encompassing pure light and illumination, ranging from harmless orbs to light up one’s path all the way up to rays/beams of light as attacks to even light barriers and other light constructs such as swords and spears and shields and so forth. A versatile magic that does not call upon the fire of the sun, but does have its myriad uses and capabilities.
-{Novice Herbalist}: Non-magical practices of a healer, ranging from identifying or figuring out the use of new herbs and recognizing familiar ones, to making things like certain poultices and healing-based alchemy/potion-making, to how to handle wounds/injuries and such using these things.
-{Herbalist's Bag}: A simple leather bag with a well-built shoulder strap, that is filled with a good number of many types of herbs, a good amount of bandages, and finally tools to make tonics, poultices, and potions alongside a scare few pre-prepared ones that are within the bag itself. She usually wears it around most of the time. (EDIT: Has refilled her supplies, with three total healing pots remaining now. Also now has four vials of baby-chameleon-thing poison.)
-{Small Knife}: A gift from her mother, made with a smoothed-out bone handle and treated with certain oils, mainly used to help cut things like vines and plants when out collecting herbs and so forth. Also a very niche emergency self-defense tool.
-{Food}: A small pouch sitting on her opposite hip that contains a few strips of preserved game meat and a few dried edible herbs from the local area. Not much in amount, since it was meant to be snacks for heading into the woods to gather herbs before 'that' happened.
-{Wristband}: A simple little bracelet made of pretty stones dyed in various colors, carefully having had a hole made through each, sitting on a band made of twisted and treated leather strips. Worn on her left wrist and given as a gift to her by her mother. How long it took to acquire or even make is unknown.
-{Cuteness}: She is a definitely cute moth girl. This is inherent to her existence. Yes.
Definitely among the least friendly welcomes I've ever seen as well..." Nylah said, agreeing with her two other compatriots as they made their way toward what would seem to be the Yaga girl's house.
Though upon making their way inside, the Mothraki felt a certain vague familiarity from it all. Decorative ornate carpets and such sitting on the walls, a crackling firepit, and even a respectfully-placed little shrine of some sort to a deity was all familiar-ish to how her Mother had decorated their own home. Conceptually at least. Minus the weapons and things related to the goddess her mother worshipped, but it was enough at least to get the apprentice herbalist to relax slightly more than she had been able to back during the whole Krysa situation. That much was for sure.
But as the Yaga girl, Jivka, spoke to them-
“She’s still training to be our Elder’s successor, but she still has a lot of pull in the village.”
...Ah.
Well, that did answer one question about how the other girl, Jolča, was able to do what she did. A prominent enough position to be sure, much less learn to eventually take over for one day. It elicited a small but silent expression of surprise from the Mothraki girl when Jivka mentioned it. In truth, though, she had little idea about the Krysa and Yaga save for where they were and what few things she knew from Enli's teachings. Beyond that it had been mostly trying to focus on her own apprenticeship to Miss Calra, learning from her mother, being around her friends in the village, and so forth. In that sense, perhaps it was fascinating to learn more about them in this situation.
But she and the others had a mission, and as much as she was curious about things of the Yaga otherwise she simply nodded in affirmation as Lissa brought up the very questions that came to her own mind as she tried to push her focus back to the matter at hand. Because getting distracted at this venture was not good.
But simultaneously...hmm. Between the shrine and sudden change in mood as Jivka spoke about the Death Goddess, it only seemed to drive the moth girl's own curiosity deeper about the whole matter. And maybe, just maybe, some of this could be pertinent to helping get a better idea of the situation with the Yaga and Krysa as part of the whole mess in turn. Maybe.
It was certainly grim as anything to imagine 'get rid of the problem' in order to appease a deity as well. Somewhat disturbing even. Sent a small shiver up her spine at that. At the same time, however, she had little knowledge of the various deities of the world beyond what she'd learned back home as well. Seemed to be very serious to the Yaga, and enough so for the Krysa to give immediate heed to it all to boot. So indeed, perhaps it could be useful to learn a bit more if it could potentially be of use to their cause.
Yet soon as Lissa was done talking, then, Nylah would give a small yet polite nod to Jivka with intent to right after this introduce herself verbally as well as she took her turn to speak. It was only proper manners, in her mind, since the Yaga girl had introduced herself.
"My name is Nylah. And while I wish to echo Lissa's questions, especially with how this matter concerningly affects merchants such as ourselves, I have a couple questions of my own as well after all of this so far," the Mothraki said, trying to be respectful in tone as she spoke and then continued on, "Not having been here before, what is the Death Goddess like to generate such fear here? What do you know of her? If naught else, so we can perhaps avoid her ire ourselves in these parts.
Secondarily, and with all due respect, may I ask what deity is enshrined here in your home? My mother has enshrined the deity of her people back in the home I was raised in, so I must confess I am somewhat curious about things here."
That last bit stung somewhat to say, but she had to keep up the proper front of a traveling merchant she figured. Still, perhaps the answers would be useful to their cause potentially.
***Kyr Reed acted as a sort of coagulant as well as sedative. Made people calmer…not particularly useful for treating frostbite on its own, but it was useful for staunching bleeding or injuries. Could be crushed into a paste with a variety of other things to achieve various effects. Wind-Leaf acted as more of a stimulant. When properly mixed with Kyr Reed it made salves and healing poultices good for bolstering the immune system and promoting natural healing. Coral Moss and Slug mucus were a bit harder to find, since the slugs only could be found in shallow water during the day, with Coral Moss being found in damp sea caves off the coast near the Goddess Spear. Slug Mucus was good for making topical salves for alleviating pain, while Coral Moss, when exposed to certain other substances actually heated itself to temperatures good for gentle rewarming of frost-bitten areas.
***Making anesthetics and preparing healing potions and salves.
It’d be easy enough to prepare both of those things especially with the things she had on hand. Fresh water for a base, crush the ingredients, then boil it to a broth. Simple enough, they didn’t have time to refine it. The Salves could be made by taking the same ingredients and crushing them into a paste without the water. Better for topical use on flesh wounds.
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-{Enthralling Dust} (Racial): Mothraki produce a potent pollen like dust upon their wings. Merely by existing they spread this where they go, though it's mostly harmless if not inhaled in large quantities. Causes hallucinations and dulls one's senses. As one may expect, people tend to frown upon this sort of thing.
-{Journeyman Light Magic}: A magic encompassing pure light and illumination, ranging from harmless orbs to light up one’s path all the way up to rays/beams of light as attacks to even light barriers and other light constructs such as swords and spears and shields and so forth. A versatile magic that does not call upon the fire of the sun, but does have its myriad uses and capabilities.
-{Novice Herbalist}: Non-magical practices of a healer, ranging from identifying or figuring out the use of new herbs and recognizing familiar ones, to making things like certain poultices and healing-based alchemy/potion-making, to how to handle wounds/injuries and such using these things.
-{Herbalist's Bag}: A simple leather bag with a well-built shoulder strap, that is filled with a good number of many types of herbs, a good amount of bandages, and finally tools to make tonics, poultices, and potions alongside a scare few pre-prepared ones that are within the bag itself. She usually wears it around most of the time. (EDIT: Has refilled her supplies, with three total healing pots remaining now. Also now has four vials of baby-chameleon-thing poison.)
-{Small Knife}: A gift from her mother, made with a smoothed-out bone handle and treated with certain oils, mainly used to help cut things like vines and plants when out collecting herbs and so forth. Also a very niche emergency self-defense tool.
-{Food}: A small pouch sitting on her opposite hip that contains a few strips of preserved game meat and a few dried edible herbs from the local area. Not much in amount, since it was meant to be snacks for heading into the woods to gather herbs before 'that' happened.
-{Wristband}: A simple little bracelet made of pretty stones dyed in various colors, carefully having had a hole made through each, sitting on a band made of twisted and treated leather strips. Worn on her left wrist and given as a gift to her by her mother. How long it took to acquire or even make is unknown.
-{Cuteness}: She is a definitely cute moth girl. This is inherent to her existence. Yes.
Reasonable, Minions, Mana Font, Retrieval, Transportation | Insomnia, Quick Tempered, Health Sapping, Fearsome Reputation
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Kiyome
Age: 16 | Gender: Female | Time, Space Underdeveloped | Focused Assault, Regeneration | Horror (Thos) Precognition, Monstrous Metamorphosis, Big Damn Hero, Enhanced Weapon, Immortality
Reasonable, Marked, Mana Font, Minions, Retrieval, Magical Overload | Insomnia, Quick Tempered, Health Sapping, Fearsome Reputation, Monstrous Form Thick Skin, Second Specialization (Oddball: Space)| Hoarder, Broken Reincarnation
STR: 3 | AGI: 2 | VIT: 3 | MAG: 4 | LCK: 3
STR: 6 | AGI: 2 | VIT: 16 | MAG: 12 | LCK: 6
Coins: None
...Hell. This one was having it rough for the moment, wasn't she? Monsters girls came in all flavors, but a robot sounding giddy with a stoic expression and seemingly merging with the enemy's magic guns was not the strangest thing she'd ever seen. Even farther from the most horrific she'd ever seen by quite a longshot. But she seemed to be in-control over herself, unlike a certain idiot she'd encountered just prior, and whilst not the mission leader this one was the strike and comms for now.
Good. Someone who understood proper military terminology, and wasn't shooting at her, was a welcome presence in her book. It also gave her a moment to straighten herself up in the process. However, the fiery dragon girl being a mere convenience was somewhat frustrating, if not understandable, to hear all the same. Not that it was a bad decision to keep her around. Another body who could soak up fire and wasn't an essential member of the team, especially in the face of these odds, was a sound thing to allow if they proved useful enough.
...But if she got tackled again without warning and in the middle of combat with enemies, she was leaving the fire dragon girl alone for the enemy to deal with. Preferably by using spec magic to throw her into the middle of them if she could manage it.
"I’m guessing you already knew about the army incoming,”
”Far as I am concerned you can leave with us when we cut and run if you need to.
"Yes. Hence why I came here, and sent my mistress went in to help evacuate citizens for now. Far as I am concerned I'll also gladly take your offer to leave with you once we are forced to retreat back inside the boundaries."
Did she trust the offer fully? Eh. She'd just met this person, but she wasn't stupid. Regardless, however, she knew herself and Eliana would need an escape route once things became overwhelming. In that case these 'temporary allies fighting here under a common cause' would be a suitable enough means to better their chances of escape from here. Simple as that. If they tried to turn on them, she'd butcher every single body she had to in order to protect her mistress and ensure her safety as well.
...Wouldn't be the first time at all that her hands had been stained crimson red in such a case.
Enemies shooting from cover of the hill and wreckage on it was one thing, with her keeping lower to the ground to minimize her profile against the shooters. Dodging another rocket was another entirely, however, forcing her and the other two to dive away hard to avoid getting blasted. From here she he minigun fire came in she was forced to use her magic in short/small and timed bursts to move away and dodge the effect area of the bursts off fire from it whilst staying lower to the ground still for obvious reasons. Between some of the minigun firing bursts, Kiyome would stand up briefly and extend and arm out at the hill (aimed at the hilltop and beyond the cover of the growing fire and smoke) before quietly muttering some words under her breath as she called upon her benefit to summon a feasible but solid enough number of Horrific Eldritch Minions that would be appearing on top of the hill enemies. Horrific little things, good for fodder and hopefully buying them some more time. She would ultimately catch a couple somewhat stray bullets in the torso from those on the hill whilst doing so, the price of her efforts, though her expression did not seem to change in lieu of that as she rapidly ducked back down.
“Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall, Humpty Dumpty had a GREAT FALL!”
All of this was just...just Nursery Rhymes. Soldiers made of cards, odd tanks, magic eggs, and all of it. Like the Queen of Hearts herself had thrown up her ideas of warfare on an actual battlefield. Then one of those magical eggs shattered, and from it emerged a slew of four monstrosities that seemed more than ready to go meet the wizard. Now the "Wonderland Rejects" had forged a path through the barrier that had been put up, giving the enemy a direct line into the evacuation area.
If she ever met the maker of all of these things, she'd cut out their tongue for their poor sense of taste. Worse if they hurt her mistress.
But it seemed things were far from over yet, due to the new arrivals at least. The scarewcrow seemed to direct the other two, all as the armless girl went off on her own down the magical road to get into town, the lion charged at the three of them, and jets of water were fired at the metal man from (according to her own guesswork) probably whoever had made the weaponized plants that shot down one of the fliers. In return, Kiyome would pull up her blade in preparation for a strike, gritting her teeth some as she brought in her focus-...and then out of the blue seemed to disappear out of thin at at the last second as the lion came close enough to her.
Because that wasn't the largest threat right now, at least if they were trying to keep these things out of town. The scarewcrow and woodsman were focused on the big sunflowers. The lion was sent at the three of them. Enemies were still going to be firing at them and such, but that left the biggest single threat to continue skipping along on its merry, armless way into toward entering their backlines. She couldn't accept that risk. Even the arrival of combat animals and a fresh set of help wasn't going to change her actions, not that it was something she was ungrateful for either.
'Three Branches'
Kiyome would reappear right next to the armless girl, immediately moving into her attack against the armless girl the moment she appeared. No hesitation or waiting around. Space and Time would warp and twist and bend as three almighty sword slashes, imbued with a lot of mana, struck from three angles around the Armless Girl to strike her at once and likewise try to cut off any potential escape. A Focused Assault launched on the dragon's target, three blows that would occur simultaneously and hit the target at the same time. Indeed this move, called 'Three Branches' was a moderately draining move to be sure though. A serious move for a serious situation.
...And yet the expression on the swordswoman's face was unconsciously both mildly sour as she continued to unthinkingly grit her teeth as she did it all. This, even though her eyes and focus and body and so forth were fully concentrated/focused on what she was doing.
It wasn't enough to empty her mana out fully at all, even in this situation, but a strong movie to fit what notable amount of 'fuel' it took to utilize. It was also a risk she was taking to pop out and attack like that, especially with enemy soldiers still firing on them and such. But with her target separated from the other misfits that it had been conjured with, and the threat of something creeping into the evacuation area was for at least one personal reason on her end, she was going to risk it to strike that threat down as soon as she could. Then they could deal with the rest of the monstrosities attacking the town, hopefully, before getting out of there.
As Lily's magic kicked in, Eliana felt a surge of strength and speed as her own efforts were notably improved by the supporting magic of the green-haired magical girl. She would rush and run and hurry to get as many civilians as she could, physically pushing herself to her fullest for the effort without even a second thought. Men. Women. Children. Wounded. Anyone that was alive that she could help save, get to safety, and get out of danger was a priority. Even as the Alexander clones, Ronin and Miko, Connie, and Lily ran around as well, her focus was first and foremost on the task that was right in front of her. She hoped that would be enough to help.
Even so, somewhere in her mind she did wonder what was going on with her own ally. She was worried about her draconic compatriot somewhere in the back of her mind as she tried to focus on things, rather, though she knew the latter's skills were suited to something such as this. Soaking up bullets. Buying time. By staying off the front lines it meant that they could each focus on their own tasks without distraction, and yet-...no. She had to trust in Kiyome, and she truly did trust her in the end. Had to trust that she'd help buy the defenders as much time as possible, trust that she'd take care of herself, and trust that the other would not let herself-
SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
...ah.
Yet more new arrivals appearing within the barrier, seemingly bursting from the fields in a car and swinging in with screeching tires into the central plaza out of the blue. It was certainly a surprise. Definitely that. But as figures emerged from it, one of them seemed to go over to Lily to talk. So, hmm, if Lily was talking to them then they were probably not enemies of the evacuation effort at least! Whew. That much was a small load off of her own mind, though as she passed back by the talking duo of Lily and Justine, with an unconscious little boy in her arms who was holding a stuffed lion toy, she briefly paused to speak to the duo.
"I've cleared anyone left from houses five and what was left of seven, but rubble is blocking six and three has collapsed on four! If someone can help meet me at four, I can carefully hold up the rubble so someone can go get anyone in there!"
Once she dropped the child in her arms off of course. Yet they were running out of time so quickly. Please. Please let them save as many as they could.
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Coins: 2 silver
The hug back from Alicia widened the maid magical girl's smile some indeed, as well as a light flush of warmth coming to her cheekcs, though before anything else could be done on her end-
“Hey! Show some respect!” A voice called out, and Hyun Long stepped out from the gathered crowd. The former monster queen pointed a finger at Serenity. “That is the Paladin Seraph! You can’t go and hug someone like that out of the blue! Not to mention public decency…Well, not that our organization has any policies on that.”
...Wait, was that-? Huh. It was her. They still had her around. Indeed, Serenity blinked in genuine surprise at Hyun's shouting and upon seeing her step out toward them out of the crowd that had formed. Not that the stares were much welcome, but, ah, frankly it did matter less to the former-horror than seeing her friends again. But to see the literal Monster Queen from the trash fire that had been that Rave Incident, who she did remember had been purified and such, was definitely more of a surprise to her considering the Inquisition's presence and her own treatment during the trial and then for those first two week at HQ when she'd been kidnapped by the Inquisition.
Heck, even the battle was still vivid enough in her mind. She could remember riding on the creaky old ghost ship during it all, and heading in with Alicia and the others once she'd gotten the chance to reunite with them. She could frankly remember the even vividly at that, though it wasn't much of a surprise given her 'unique' nature perhaps.
Ahem. Yes. She didn't need to get too distracted by her surprise at it all.
"It's alright Hyun. She's a friend."
"Well, she is. I don't think I've met the other girl before."
The magical maid's eyebrows perked up, before she turned to Vivi and then back to Alicia as she gestured back at the maid. In return, Vivi would nod understandingly before giving a polite and formal curtsy to the others.
"This is Vivianne! I ah...in some part due to some things that happened at HQ, I got a red coin. When I used it, she appeared. She, ah...serves as my maid now actually. She isn't combat capable, but she does make a great green tea."
A maid serving a maid. She hadn't thought too deeply about it all after the initially awkward first meeting they'd had in her room at HQ when she'd used the coin. But now it felt more and more bizarre the longer the concept sank in for her really. Still not the most bizarre circumstances or things she'd ever run into though. Far from it! Truth be told, Vivi had helped her relax more before she'd been sent back home. A welcome thing indeed.
Yet when Aurelio arrived, she both waved at him and couldn't help but chuckle aloud as she hugged him back in return as well. Though as he brought up the matter of a jacket, Serenity felt a small pang of realization dawn on her. Yeah. She'd changed a bit. Was the same, but that red coin had done a number on her magical girl form despite keeping the same core appearance. For one thing, she had abs now! At the same time, however, she did rub the back of her own head somewhat nervously for a moment as Aurelio apologized to her. She did, however, accept the offered jacket
"N-No worries! I just wanted to find everyone, after just getting back from HQ last night, and happened to find Alicia here in the hall.
I didn't even get to say 'bye' to anyone before I left, truth be told, as they just kind of came and spirited me away quickly...and in a blindfold as it would turn out..."
Though as Alicia transitioned to her proper business, leaving her wondering about the mentioned 'epic assault', Serenity merely nodded and kept quiet in return as she listened to the Paladin Seraph give out mission parameters to the trio who had approached them. Wonderland? Nearby? Those guys were a bit 'mad as a hatter', from what information of them that she knew, but someone not actively invading Penrose at the time was a surprise in and of itself already. What was next, monsters taking over half the city again to hold a dance party again?
Thinking for a second herself, she tried to politely pipe in once Alicia left the floor open for questions. Not necessarily her questions, but before anyone else spoke she at least wanted to do one thing. It was the least she could do after getting back, after all!
"Would you like a fourth team member for the trip? At the very least, I could provide time-based enhancements for the team, and take on a supporting roll. I know some about Wonderland as well, if that would help."
Talk about getting bailed out. Hard. Not that Lissa's surprise shock at the hug wasn't amusing either.
Yet as the ratmen left, it seemed the three of them would be fine for the moment being at least. At least. Seemed the Yaga and the Krysa truly were not on the best of terms in this situation either, at least in some capacity or another. Would that be helpful? Potentially. Or not. Truthu be told she had no idea of the Yaga's intent in saving them, whether it was a shallow jab at the ratmen or if it was something more. All she knew for sure was that she was glad they weren't being dragged off to some other place to be questioned or the like. Indeed, she'd noticed the glare and state Lissa had given her, a not very comfortable one to be sure, and after it had frankly felt more willing to go along with her and Eirhild to leave in this case if the matter was pressed any further. Then their saviors had arrived as quickly as anything, before the smaller one had then left after it all was said and done in what felt like the blink of an eye.
Taking in Lissa's glance, however, Nylah simply followed along with the others without another word. Not that, er, it would perhaps help anything at all to do so. In that vein she was content to just walk along and follow. But otherwise it was odd how the other one still with them, the same as had been in the tree, seemed to stare at Lissa though. Odder still was the smaller girl's exclamation both pointing it out more obviously and calling Lissa the 'hollow one'.
Eh?
"...you guys want to crash at my place for a bit?"
“Eh, well, lacking better options, sure. Do you… mind explaining what that was all about, though? We appreciate that bit of help, though. Thanks.”
"I-I agree, especially as we've nowhere else to go. I also sincerely wish to thank you for the help you provided to us back there as well...though o-on that note..s-sorry about back there..."
She'd tried to do her best, or at least all she knew of how to try to cover for things. Fear of a potential sudden battle if they simply blew things off had come to mind, and, well, she'd acted on her instincts after that point. Even so it seemed she had been the only one to take such a route, it felt like, and whilst it had been frustrating on her end she could more than imagine it had been for the others from their perspective as well. And just imagining that was...somewhat anxiety inducing. Not as much as getting chased by a giant Chameleon on a stretcher made of light magic as it zoomed over the snow at top speeds, but still anxiety inducing.
Still, she didn't say anything else as of yet. Couldn't even meet the eyes of the others for the moment being at that. In her mind, it was better to listen to one of their saviors, especially if she answered Lissa's question about what happened back there as well.
As it were, that question happened to touch on something Nylah was growing ever more curious about by the moment.
The mention of the underworld goddess, Rifelshka it seemed, did pique Nylah's mind and curiosity most poignantly...epecially due to the effect the mention of 'appeasement rituals' seemed to visibly have on the situation. It had been enough to dismiss the ratmen altogether! It was palpable to her, almost, as if angering the Underworld Goddess somehow was a very bad idea. Not that angering any deities was probably ever a good idea ever, er, but in particular this seemed to be pretty notable. It also felt at least reminiscent of those back home not trying to anger the Kyrinth.
And beyond that, why was that other girl seemingly able to pop in as she did to assist? Was she tied to those mentioned 'appeasement rituals' or the like? Was she someone important here among the Yaga?
***Kyr Reed acted as a sort of coagulant as well as sedative. Made people calmer…not particularly useful for treating frostbite on its own, but it was useful for staunching bleeding or injuries. Could be crushed into a paste with a variety of other things to achieve various effects. Wind-Leaf acted as more of a stimulant. When properly mixed with Kyr Reed it made salves and healing poultices good for bolstering the immune system and promoting natural healing. Coral Moss and Slug mucus were a bit harder to find, since the slugs only could be found in shallow water during the day, with Coral Moss being found in damp sea caves off the coast near the Goddess Spear. Slug Mucus was good for making topical salves for alleviating pain, while Coral Moss, when exposed to certain other substances actually heated itself to temperatures good for gentle rewarming of frost-bitten areas.
***Making anesthetics and preparing healing potions and salves.
It’d be easy enough to prepare both of those things especially with the things she had on hand. Fresh water for a base, crush the ingredients, then boil it to a broth. Simple enough, they didn’t have time to refine it. The Salves could be made by taking the same ingredients and crushing them into a paste without the water. Better for topical use on flesh wounds.
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-{Enthralling Dust} (Racial): Mothraki produce a potent pollen like dust upon their wings. Merely by existing they spread this where they go, though it's mostly harmless if not inhaled in large quantities. Causes hallucinations and dulls one's senses. As one may expect, people tend to frown upon this sort of thing.
-{Journeyman Light Magic}: A magic encompassing pure light and illumination, ranging from harmless orbs to light up one’s path all the way up to rays/beams of light as attacks to even light barriers and other light constructs such as swords and spears and shields and so forth. A versatile magic that does not call upon the fire of the sun, but does have its myriad uses and capabilities.
-{Novice Herbalist}: Non-magical practices of a healer, ranging from identifying or figuring out the use of new herbs and recognizing familiar ones, to making things like certain poultices and healing-based alchemy/potion-making, to how to handle wounds/injuries and such using these things.
-{Herbalist's Bag}: A simple leather bag with a well-built shoulder strap, that is filled with a good number of many types of herbs, a good amount of bandages, and finally tools to make tonics, poultices, and potions alongside a scare few pre-prepared ones that are within the bag itself. She usually wears it around most of the time. (EDIT: Has refilled her supplies, with three total healing pots remaining now. Also now has four vials of baby-chameleon-thing poison.)
-{Small Knife}: A gift from her mother, made with a smoothed-out bone handle and treated with certain oils, mainly used to help cut things like vines and plants when out collecting herbs and so forth. Also a very niche emergency self-defense tool.
-{Food}: A small pouch sitting on her opposite hip that contains a few strips of preserved game meat and a few dried edible herbs from the local area. Not much in amount, since it was meant to be snacks for heading into the woods to gather herbs before 'that' happened.
-{Wristband}: A simple little bracelet made of pretty stones dyed in various colors, carefully having had a hole made through each, sitting on a band made of twisted and treated leather strips. Worn on her left wrist and given as a gift to her by her mother. How long it took to acquire or even make is unknown.
-{Cuteness}: She is a definitely cute moth girl. This is inherent to her existence. Yes.
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