Well she could use a nap I suppose.

Kithran’s eyes and consciousness flutter as she gasps for air.

Wake up, Kithran . . . . 

A black mask, red lips, and emerald waver like water above her, intertwining and confusing her thoughts and her memories.

time for you to go home . . .

Looks like I have won . . . 

Wake up . . . 

Kithran.

The mask disappears and she takes in a deep breath as it feels like a weight has been lifted off of her. As more air fills her lungs, the room begins to fall back in place, and Kithran finds herself back in the apothecary, the sound of splintering wood vaguely in her ears.

Kithran leans up on her elbow gingerly, patting the spot in the back of her head that felt like a dagger slowly pressing into her skull and found it damp with blood.

. . . Little wonder Aranwen trusted you two to be safe enough without her.

Kithran’s head finally jerked up and her eyes refocused on the creature that had crushed her into the floor. It knew Aranwen?

Without turning its arm bent awkwardly back and a hand reached out for her, impossibly fast.

No matter. What will you do now, Kazari? I trust you'll find me far more... durable... than those low grade mercenaries you slew earlier. And I only need hold you long enough to subdue you.

Kith gasped in surprise and pushed herself away from it has fast as she could, slamming into the counter and groaning as her head bounced once more off the wood. Where it should have grabbed her, it missed, and Kith’s face fell forward into her hands as the pounding and pain riddled her senses. She could hear the fight continuing above her, but any attempt to look up at it caused the stabbing to spread throughout her skull.

She felt the small, now familiar hands of the cleric pull at her arm, “Come, young miss--”

“Kith.” she corrected and groaned

“--our welcome here seems to have as short a life as that thing is about to.” He tugs again at her elbow and Kith yanks it out of his hands.

“I am . . . having trouble, Mosic.” She presses on her temples, her face still buried in her hands, and wills it to bring her any kind of relief, “Fix me or . . .  drag me. Those are . . . your options.”

The Cidal’s eyes widen at the blood dripping down the thief’s neck, incensed that he had missed it before, “Of course,” he places one hand on Kith’s shoulder, while grasping his symbol of Falloes in the other.

In moments that same warmth from the healing Mosic had offered earlier in the day washed away her pain, and the relief Kithran felt was immediate and insurmountable. She hopped up to her feet, “Thanks Mosic, you are useful!” she grasped her blades from where they had fallen beside her and watches Ch’dau rip the thing’s arms out as though it were a doll. Before she could jump in to assist, the armless creature wraps its legs around his waist.

You are very much like Aranwen, aren't you?

And it seems to squeeze the large Kazari with surprising strength, Ch’dau gritting his teeth, unable to break its grasp.

Kithran stays low as she approaches, readying her blades to strike at the joints, the only weakness she imagined she would be able to exploit. She lunges forward, striking upward with both daggers, then back down as the soulless mask turned her way. More confident now in the wake of the vexation of the beast, Kithran continues her onslaught until finally the leg and creature fall free.

Ch'dau regains his swords beside her and even the little Mosic has his mace at the ready as they loom above this thing, "It appears I've won, actually. You do not seem like one of the slitch's goons. Who are you? How do you know who we are?"

I've been using this online dice roller (work looks down on dice rolling at my desk ) to do the Eol Method of Randomization and infuriatingly ONE HUNDRED PERCENT OF THE TIME I've failed. Not so random, are you, WotC dice roller?!

Siiiiigh, that being said, Kithran didn't notice the shopkeeper being sketchy at any single point sooooo interested to see if she does anything.

Aye aye

What level is our boy at?

I've only ever played spell casters in 5e, and 5e is just like, "Ya got spell slots bro?" *tokes up* "Then whatever, man, do you." I'm not entirely sure how they would in any other system--I really just have Raven and Brom's interpretations otherwise.

That was a confusing reply to my question. Lol took me a second to realize you were talking to Eol.

What spells does he have available to him?

I'm working on it, I'm working on *types maniacally*

*anime wink + thumbs up combo*

Good job, pops.

Speaking of POPS, I have some thread to cut!

Non-sequitors, baybeeeee!

Anyway, these threads aren't like, magic invisible threads, yes? They're magic visible threads Kith can have a go at?

Don't leave us hanging!

I play cat's cradle with mine.

pulling at our heartstrings.

Man, what a cool character.

I'd love her if I didn't hate her so much.

P.S. JK I still love her.

That. Dirty. Little. Slitch.

I'm glad Kith didn't take her stupid perfume!

Second doll?!

Who, what, when, where, why, how?!

Here were the options I was thinking of for Kith, though they're all contingent on whether she's able to roll away from its grasp or not: try to fuck up its footing to open it up for a Ch'dau strike ( I imagine it's too strong to really be affected, but it's what she'd want to do); stabby stab at its back to flank with Ch'dau (she prefers to leap at them for a more intimate stabbing, but would prefer not to get slammed anymore; or roll out of melee and fire some arrows at it.

I'll do some more re-reading and work on a post for later

Re Wireless: LMAO

I WAS wondering wtf Mosic might be up to

I said IIIIIIII love Aranwen.

Kith isn't really looking for a relationship right now, she's just trying to focus on work. You know how it is.

That I also am in love with Aranwen?

Awesome RP Reralae!

. . . uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuudge no.

That's what I had in mind too! Just maybe a little more Groot-like.

Rolled pretty terribly against the average to notice anything off the bat with the hand other than wow, that's creepy, so maybe her "just keep stabbing everything forever" tactic will destroy the cloak enough for them them to figure it out.

We are able to see the strings holding the limbs together? It might be something, say, Kith might be able to take note of as it reached back for her?

*rattles dice in hand*

Learnt that bad boy in college.

I'll take Venmo or the Cash App for that $5, thanks.

Stay for the interspecies neologisms.