Game: Blades of Git'riban : Primal State

this time, she steps forward a pace, to make sure she wont hit the doorframe again, and tries to lash out at Violet...

This time though, sparks fly again when she scrapes across the floor and slices into the body of Violet...twice cutting deeply in to its hindquarters.. the blade eagerly bites its way through the body of Violet, but at the same time it 'forgets' the difference between target and wielder and bites deeply into Ii'Jyka also....saturating itself with life energy...

Ya'shenn, so recently angry at Ii'Jyka'Vaar, then nauseated almost to the point of vomiting, now pales as the Rish roars in pain. Of all the members of their informal warband, Du'minh and Gy-Nath are the two that the psion least wants to have to triage between. There is the Rish's obvious physical toughness... and there is the definite matter of the kith'rak's rank. Had Gy-Nath not faced a githyanki knight with a drawn sword, for her sake, just this morning? But Gy-Nath is a psion himself, and might have some healing ability of his own, while the mage hunter most likely does not...

Feeling that she must be doing a poor job of repaying Gy-Nath for the duel, Ya'shenn decides on the Rish for now.

"It's me," the psion says quickly in her natural voice, as she moves behind the wounded occult slayer and presses her fingertips to one of the few areas not well protected by Du'minh's armor. She doesn't want to end up on the wrong end of a githwarrior's battle-hardened reflexes, nor would she want to throw off his attacks, but githyanki healers do tend to have some experience at such things.

[Empathic Transfer, 15 hp. Ya'shenn is taking care to position herself directly behind Du'minh, which might matter if Violet breathes again, or if the baby neothelid has reach.]

“You are tranquility within the storm, Ya’shenn.”

Du’minh offers his gratitude with a smile, feeling wounds close and burn marks fade at the psion’s touch.

A moment of déjà vu flashes through the gith’s mind as he remembers the close calls of decerebration yesterday. This time he would not allow an illithidae to come as far as Daraz experienced.

The Rish side-steps into a flanking position with Daraz, bringing his flail in rapid roundabout swings to hammer Violet into submission – or at least enough to make her let go of Ii’Jyka’Vaar.

OOC

Power attacks, -3/+6.

Great Giggles of Gith, possible double crits!!! (damage rolls are for 1st attack and its possible crit, then 2nd attack and its possible crit)

Ya'shenn returns the smile, and seems about to say something -- until the psion's eyes widen, then glaze over in pain. Her current drowic disguise may be the picture of health, but the healer herself has just collected a number of intensely painful acid burns. She manages not to start screaming, though it is likely that the presence of Du'minh, Ii'Jyka'Vaar, and a githyanki captain does something to reinforce the expected githyanki stoicism.

Perhaps the psion's hand stays on the Rish a moment longer than is strictly necessary for healing purposes. Does it...?

In any event, Ii'Jyka'Vaar is in peril. Overcoming her general distaste for githyanki knights, the psion mentally prepares herself to heal Ii'Jyka'Vaar much as she had Du'minh --

Ya'shenn eyes the pimps and assorted hobgoblin thralls carefully, assensing their demeanors and body language (barbarian though they are) as best she can, though she does not extend her psionic senses as yet. Indeed, as the overlarge human speaks, the psion begins to knit together her own acid-burned flesh. She is not eager to battle the lot of them right now, particularly not with all of their informal warband, save Daraz, wounded. At least she possesses many tools to make thralls miserable, should it come to that.

"Your generosity, Mister Muscle, is praiseworthy." Ya'shenn speaks with a certain amused sarcasm as she stalks over to the thrall still attached to Violet and hacks away at the leash. Assuming that she succeeds at this task without incident, she moves between Ii'Jyka'Vaar and the collection of thralls and pimps. "As is, of course, your undying hatred for your foul masters." Not that an outsider would normally recognize it, but her manner of speaking at this moment is very much the 'see how cultured I am' version that citizens of Tu'narath sometimes use.

She twirls the mind-control-negating dorje in her hand for a moment. "I do not seek further violence -- provided, of course, that you and yours do not bring it on yourselves. Regardless of your own wishes, Mister Muscle, or even mine, we must, at the very least, visit the lair of your erstwhile masters, Lavendar and Violet."

For information.

"Second, it is a rare Githyanki who will forego trophies. As for wholesale looting -- " she looks to the other githyanki -- "you will have to negotiate with them on that subject.

"If you are truly grateful for your freedom from Lavendar, I would be grateful myself for whatever knowledge you have of It, of Violet, or for that matter any others of its loathsome kind. Perhaps we can help one another. If you truly have no wish to be enslaved again, association with enemies of the illithid may be to your profit."

Of course, I rather doubt that. Barbarian filth, making slaves of your own species -- and likely you are twisted enough to serve the ghaik of your own free will. That is if you are not actually one of Will's creatures, herding us, thinking us as simple as a pack of wild dogs. Perhaps I can buy enough time for Ii'Jyka'Vaar to be healed...

[Sense Motive check on NPCs. Bluff check (healing her own wounds). Diplomacy check. Body Adjustment.]

After Gasping for air for being cut lose from the tentacled grip, she nods thanks to Gy'nath,

"I will not..." Ii'Jyka says whilst standing up, dlood and gore still dripping from her body... "let my right of spoils be twarted by some slaves that manage to be free according to our help given, we have done the efforts and will be rewarded as we see fit from any spoils here in the vaults..."

Ii'Jyka accepts the healing from Ya'shenn, but tells her to not heal her if she is not in emmediate danger of death (if she is not that atm.).. "dont waste your energy on me if i am not down, though your gift of help is not ignored, thanks, sister.."

will edit later..

Dam: 11+ 17+ 9+ 11= 48 -11 healing (fast heal + Ya'shen)= 37 , 20 hp atm

Ya'shenn doesn't quite repress another smile. Despite the fact that the room could soon be filled with furious hobgoblin mind-slaves, the psion seems to be in unusually good spirits.

She needs to focus on the barbarian's tale, though. Indeed, her (decidedly low) esteem of Mister Muscle rises slightly during the conversation, purely because he is a psion, or at least a wild talent of some sort. Such abilities are generally rare among the graith races. If she were not in the midst of holy rrakkma, Ya'shenn might not object to speaking further with this one out of genuine curiosity, even bearing in mind his sickening profession.

Ya'shenn winces visibly at this point, knowing that the brain of a Githyanki projective telepath would likely be regarded as a rare and savory delicacy by Lavendar's kind. Should she ever be captured alive by the Enemy, she would most likely end up in the... hands... of a performance-eater, or perhaps (if she were slightly less unlucky) simply devoured by some aggressive and gluttonous ghaik of high social rank. Much the same is probably true for Gy-Nath.

The psion winces. Again.

Ugh. Another ghaik that enjoys putting its tentacles in places it ought not to. Ya'shenn tries very hard not to contemplate what sort of activities an actively... active illithid might engage in.

Inwardly, the psion frowns in thought. She wants to glean as much as possible about the other illithids, but it wouldn't surprise her too much if Mister Muscle were to eventually become food for some Tamer or other ghaik.

She shakes her head. "Only to advise you that other illithid are far more likely to regard you as a delectable meal than a favored thrall. You would do well to serve them no longer."

The psion returns to the vault and takes up Lavendar's key ring. She glances over at Daraz, given that the rogue is probably much more likely to safely disable any possible traps than she is. Ya'shenn has no particular desire to loot the place wholesale, but she had meant what she'd said concerning trophies. And rrakkma is expensive. She would not mind replacing the money that had already been spent on alchemist's fire.

“That’s good enough - for me, at least. If you survive this endeavor and do actually manage to become established, do not forget who set you free. More importantly, however: do not forget who chained you. You must banish your illusions of comfortable thralldom, graith – the fattened pig may enjoy the feed it is given but it is destined for slaughter nonetheless.”

Du’minh glances about for the arcane aura of any portals in the vicinity; those that the muscular human psion mentioned were being used by illithid visitors. He makes a mental note of their location and then joins the two still disguised giths at the Vault.

“Speaking of slaughter, we should continue with haste to the slaughterhouse once this is resolved – our missing brother could have need of us. Ya’shenn, might you be able to make contact with him?”

Somehow the term “sister” has lately gone missing when Du’minh addresses her, though it’s not entirely clear whether this is conscious of him. He swiftly scans over weaponry, armor, tools and what other trinkets the room may hold, pointing out the most powerful selections for his allies. Among these, he picks one item out that would be particularly potent in his hands, preferably surpassing his current armament.

OOC

What items radiate the strongest auras of magic?

After concentrating for a time, Ya'shenn looks at the Rish and shakes her head. "I can't reach him." She frowns slightly at this. The woman may not be especially fond of duthka'giths, but neither does she want Ar'dru to become a meal for one of the ghaik.

Ya'shenn does take a moment to silently thank K'tch for the update. While she would be happy to tell the others how the second rrakkma band is faring, she does not intend to do so in front of these thralls and 'lithid-lovers.

She moves inside the vault and begins to examine Lavendar for valuables or anything else that might be of use to their quasi-warband. Given this illithid's identity as a pervert, however, Ya'shenn does not appear very happy about this task.

Once that is done, the psion starts to examine the longswords in the vault, testing the balance of each and trying to decide which one to keep. After the fight in the sewers, having a sword might be wise. Even so, she appears to be waiting for her fellow warriors to choose their own trophies first.

“That does not bode well; let us be done with this mess... As we learned at the incendiary trader, ghaiks and their pawns are not the only side casting vengeance Ar’dru’s way. Though I doubt not his capabilities, I will not jeopardize the life of a battle-brother if it can be helped.”

Du’minh investigates the contents of the vault, using the aid of his auravision to get a vague sense of properties. He weighs weapons in his hands, getting a feel for their balance, design, and quality, and pointing out his findings for his brethren.

Finally, the Rish seems to settle for the adamantine mace with the transmutation aura. Having torn down walls and wholesale buildings within the last few days, he has found growing appreciation for the tactical benefit in destroying terrain to work against his foes. He secures the mace alongside his bow on his back, and - if no one seems to find use for arrows in the band - stows them in a separate quiver on one of his legs.

“Once all have made their claims, Ya’shenn might want to ready the portal key. I will cover our rear when we step through the portal, in case these barbarians should make good on their threat after all.”

OOC

Perhaps I ought to have made it explicit in my last post, but just to be clear:

Du'minh's speech within the vault is not spoken so as to be intelligible to those outside it.

Ii'Jyka'Vaar looks around, with her own weapons already secure on her person, holding the red blade in hand, sees her companions take the most efficient weapons by ability, she decides to go for biggest monetary value then, looking around again, she then decides to put the dwarven hammer in her belt, and picks up the ' frostgiant handaxe' as well in her off hand.. then when she has taken that, she will stand near Ya'shenn and ready herself to step through any portal,   "I intend to be the one before last leaving", she says..

[Initiative roll]

Unaware of his companions arrival ardru draws two flasks from his pack without a word and flings them at the illithid and his group - one thunderblast and one smoke. 

Roll initative

Double post - no doubt due to mind flayer tricks.

Ii'Jyka'Vaar will activate her Blur psychic ability and draw her Nagamaki, then take a flank as her point, defensive stance whilst waiting for the others to kick in...then she will support whoever needs it mostly..

ooc: first round of combat, so hp still: 36

Ii'Jyka is intent on staying whole, but she does not anticipate the grenades from Ar'dru

Ii'Jyka waves her hand in such a  gesture as if to say 'lead the way', and follows cautiously after Gy-nath into the next section, and readies herself to intercept the minions..

ooc: Can she be in such a way as to count as taking only a 5 ft step to the Half Orc? and make a full attack?

(1 round?, then 39 hp)