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Chihiro barely batted an eyelash as Kitchi blasted away. Her speed was not surprising given her entrance and behavior. Jeevak wouldn't let anyone weak have a job like retrieving Krogan's soul stone. "Jeevak...you are lost and now you seek to lose others. I can no longer ignore your madness. We shall have to meet again...as enemies this time." She returned to her humanoid form and cleaned off her fans, seeming to fall into a quiet contemplation.

She paid little mind to the newcomer, seemingly far more concerned with the prospect of Jeevak than that of a random mage showing up. His question about Jeevak being alive made her make a single response. "For some of us, time is not why we die. No one defeated him, so he still lives to enact his revenge. He lost his way, and now he seeks the destruction of those with no connection to his loss." She then began the trek back to the raft, casting a sad glance to Dorran's wrapped body as she did so.

Kistal instinctively moved to interject himself between Nix and Kitchi when she left with a boom, but he had nothing to worry about given she simply fled. Allanon asked if he could take care of the chains to which he nodded. "Nonmagical chains and locks are quite easy for someone with my background. The real question that needs answered can only be done by our wolf girl acquaintance." He turned to her, kneeling down again. "Do you want me to get those chains off? Whoever put them on did so too tightly. They intended to hurt her while restraining her. After that, we can help you try to find your pack, but they would be far from here. You are a cold weather wolf, so why are you in the desert?"



Sev quickly discovered that surprising Tali was a difficult endeavor due to her childhood. The succubus had tracked his movements while seeming to remain oblivious. Once he spoke up, she turned to face him and gave a knowing wink. "While I always enjoy someone noticing my beauty, I am very much not in the mood for flirting. I have been here, though I was unable to participate in much of anything for a few days. Now, it seems I missed something I could have helped with. So, do you know anything about what was going on here? Anything I can do to help out?" Despite usually being flirty and light, her recent awakening to the destruction triggered her helpful bent instilled in her by the demon cult.
The city drew Nanaya in with the possibility of more secrets and possibly some decent rum, but she soon found it to almost be a cesspool of disorder. The corruption ran deep and far, reminding her much of the power plays in yuan-ti society. That brought an unpleasant hiss from her when the memories hit. At least this city had emotion to use and see.

She headed down various streets, getting a feel for its layout, before ending up in front of the tavern requesting adventurers. She double checked her ample cloak, adjusting the fur trimmed hood and the veil she wore to hide her features. Stepping in, she was greeted with the usual smells of dwarven pubs, the ale, the sweat, and of course, the various weird materials stuck or placed in beards.

She looked out of place being in noble clothing and with a tailored fur trimmed cloak sporting golden embroidery. Underneath, she had ample jewelry and thin, transparent clothing over a layer of silken garb. However, the look was disrupted by the explorer and traveling gear she wore on and in her backpack. She waded through the crowd, careful to avoid particularly boisterous patrons.

Once at the bar, she settled on a stool beside an odd gruff man and what appeared to be likely an entertainer of some sort. She turned to the barman before speaking, her tone light and warm. "Well, it seems you need a bit of a hand. I'm interested in helping out, assuming I am paid of course. A girl has to eat and sleep, after all."
Nanaya Sorishu

The Speaky Snek


Name: Talise "Tali" Rangatira

Age: 19

Race: Demon (Formerly Sylve)

Appearance:

Personality: Her time in the cult and time as a street urchin have shaped her entire life. Her time on the streets made her highly self-sufficient and perceptive. She is careful and cautious, always seeking to do things with the least amount of energy needed. If she had to eat or drink anymore, she would hoard and hide it to keep it from other thieves. Her valuable possessions are few and far between, limited to what she feels sentimental value from. She tries to avoid traveling with items beyond her needs as she feels it makes her a target for thieving and attack. She has an innate distrust of guards, nobility, and royalty from her time dodging them just to get enough food for the day.

The cult life has softened some of her habits, but many still remain from her early life. The main thing that has softened is her reactions to strangers. She is both warm and inviting to strangers, seeking to make them feel welcome and perhaps wanted. She is prone to be sultry and suggestive as per how her mother and friends taught her. Her demonic apotheosis has simply amplified this aspect as well as made her voice inherently captivating, giving it a seductive undertone and innate lilt. Once comfortable with someone, she practically lacks personal space and also tends to play tricks. If she takes a particular liking to someone, she will spend time as close as possible to them whenever possible. She will also, if that person sleeps, provide her lap as a pillow and stroke their hair through the night, singing a quiet lullaby.

She has a free spirit that leads her to do as she wishes, when she wishes without regard to laws, customs, or current company. She expects others to live according to their desires as well and will attempt to encourage them to find themselves and become who they want to be. She has no qualms about nudity and will often do it herself. She often spends her idle time lounging in the nude to enjoy feeling the air on her skin, ignoring any protests from those around her.

If idle, she spends most of her time singing, dancing, drawing, or painting. She is especially fond of drawing people going about their lives or people exploring scenic places. Another hobby of hers is swimming. She loves to be in the water and both play in it and dive deep into it.

Her personality reverts to her childhood when in danger. She will first and foremost protect herself and anyone she considers a potential or active lover. She will attempt to kill rather than incapacitate and flees if she has no advantage. She does not hold back at all and thus refuses to spar. When cornered, she bwecomes even more dangerous and aggressive. She does not maim or torture and goes for decisive strikes to conserve energy and mana. Toying with the enemy wastes her time and resources, so she tends to conduct combat in an almost heartbreakingly dispassionate manner.

Bio: Born a Sylve and orphaned at a young age, Tali scrabbled together a life on the streets as a waif. Her penchant for stealing, pickpocketing, and information gathering let her keep stocked on food and money through her direct stealing and brokering the secrets she uncovered. One particular secret intrigued her, though. It told of a group that worked like a family and had strange powers. People said they were a dark cult, worshipping demons. Talise, not believing in the supernatural beyond some magic, heard the possibility of a family and warm food and beds. She tracked down one of the cultists and followed them from the market to the wilderness. The cultist was not aware of the waif's presence, essentially leading her into the cave network that they used as a home. Tali found the place to be warm and inviting compared to her previous life, often smelling good cooking from the various homes of members.

After following the cultist to her home, Tali slipped in behind them, watching them for a night and gauging how likely they were to be nice. In the morning, she decided to make her presence known, thinking it was better to try first rather than wait longe rand risk detection. The cultist had magically detected her already but was curious to see what the girl did. The appearance in the morning was unexpected, but it was not unwelcome. The cultist saw the girl as a prime opportunity to have a child she never could as well as gain another member. Thylylla wasn't worried about being part of a cult and was only concerned about a family and home. The cultist, who introduced herself as Visaese, was more than happy to bring the girl into her home. Tali later learned she had become the daughter of the cult's leader.

Thus, from the age of 8, Talise lived in the cult, discovering the powers and worship were not rumors. She took to it well as the demon was always benevolent to those in the cult and the magic helped her to live comfortably. Despite not knowing what endgame the demon, a succubus, had, Tali was happy to reap the benefits. The cult itself was only formed of women, so no male role models existed for Tali. Instead, she was surrounded by strong-willed women who encouraged her to explore herself and become her own person. She learned many techniques for seduction as well as ways to bait people in with innocence. By the age of 12, she was already growing into a beautiful woman, likely a result of her mistress's influence, and used the skills with her criminal skills to help the cult grow and flourish.

As of her fourteenth birthday, the cult had grown to an impressive 214 members, including her. They were enough of a force to actually begin to evangelize to small towns in the area. While not exactly maligned, they were distrusted to be sure. The sudden appearance of a new goddess was to many a sign of dark intentions. The villages, while at first tolerant, had push back that resulted in their doors being closed to teh cult. Seeing the situation and having to resort to hunting and gathering to maintain their lives, the cult began to make plans for a ritual to create an avatar of their mistress. These plans would require a willing participant and a strong incantation. The original ritual would require no sacrifice except for an orgy, as befits a succubus. However, the original leader died under unusual circumstances, leaving her second in command at the head. Talise, being the adopted daughter of the old leader, knew far more than most. She knew the ritual inside and out as well as recognized the circumstances as obviously an assassination from the usurping new leader.

Unfortunately, the new leader knew Tali likely suspected her, so she gathered her inner circle to make plans. The ritual was changed to involve a virgin sacrifice and consume her blood and soul to strengthen the avatar's emergence. This meeting went by unnoticed by the rest of the cult, but Thylylla had snuck into an adjacent room and listened in, taking in the info for the new ritual. She later studied it, finding only the incantation and virgin sacrifice would produce the results. The new leader had a flair for the dramatic, so she suspected she could disrupt the ritual in time to prevent a sacrifice or at least prevent the avatar from being the usurper.

After years of service to the cult and not suspecting her being the target, she was taken in the middle of the night, bound, and sat before the altar. She was to be the final sacrifice to their mistress. Surrounded by her cult family and lorded over by the usurper, the chanting began. Little did they know that the incantation was too slow, the flourishes superfluous, and the dagger far too close to their virgin sacrifice. Tali knew the ritual and had begun the incantation under her breath as she loosened the bonds on her wrists. She knew that the ritual only required the incantation and dagger, so she sped through the incantation, speaking the final two words as she suddently slipped her bonds, grabbed the dagger, and plunged it into the usurper's chest, piercing her heart. The energy and ritual, corrupted by a nonvirgin, essentially devolved into the same result but with unpredictable consequences. The entire cult inside the cave complex, save for Talise, died on the spot, their blood and souls mingling above the Sylve. The ritual bound them to her, bombarding her with all the power from the collective life force and changing both her fate and existence. The corrupting of the ritual intrigued the demoness overseeing the cult. Being a succubus, she decided to let the ritual proceed and add in a couple "gifts" to the equation. Meanwhile, Tali passed out from the strain as she acended into full demonhood rather than just being an avatar of her mistress.

Upon waking, she discovered the "gifts" she was given as well as the new immortality from the ritual. The succubus spoke into her mind, commending her for her quick thinking and giving her blessing to go forth into the world with her new power. After that, her previous mistress fell silent, never again trying to control the life of her once servant. The years that have passed have led Tali to wander, following both her whims and the desire to help others. A long path of both assistance and destruction follows her, littered with old enemies, lovers, and victims. She is careful to avoid fame and recognition to prevent anyone from delving into what her powers come from. So, she wanders endlessly, sometimes disabled from mortal wounds, coming back to find the new enemy and destroying their life essence. She has no home, no land, and no alliances. She simply wanders to keep going and finding new things to disrupt and dismantle.

Equipment:

Cult robes: Magically enchanted to be unbreakable, unfading, and self-cleaning. It provides no additional protection. The clothing is specially enchanted to be removed with minimal time and effort, thus allowing her to mentally undress or redress over about a second.

Clawed heels: These high heels are enchanted to be similarly unbreakable, unfading, and self-cleaning. They are sharpened along the points and underside of the claws on the toes. She can use these as weapons. The claws can be magically dismissed to change the heels into open toed high heels.

Signet Rings: Tali has her own signet ring of her cult as well as the signet ring of her adoptive mother. Both are set with rubies and have the cult crest set over top of the gem. The metal of the crest and ring band are made of a gold/platinum alloy to maintain the gold apperance and strengthen the normally fragile metal.

Demon Bride's Veil: This veil was given to her by her adoptive mother with the message "Our mistress seems to have plans for you." It has magical enchantments to bind it specifically to Tali and can change apperance to any sort of head adornment as Tali wishes. It cannot be removed from Tali's possession without her consent or sufficiently strong magical suppression abilities. She normally keeps it as a veil.

Abilities:

Life Eater: As a demon, she does not recover mana naturally. She instead gains it by draining the blood and souls of creatures. The more intelligent a target, the more sustaining the feeding will be. She does not gain nourishment from food and drink, though she sustains no negative effects from them either. To feed, she either drinks blood or siphons the soul through her claws and mouth.

Immaculate Succubus: Her body produces waste of no kind, does not require any sort of breathing, and cannot do things like sweating. Any sort of dirtiness on her body or skin will be magically purged mere seconds after getting on her. Her body is free of hair except on her head and her skin is always flawless and unable to scar. Her breath always smells sweet and full of citrus. Her body scent is a mixture of a fruity orchard and vanilla. She has no need for sleep and has essentially limitless stamina. Her body is incredibly flexible, easily three times that of a Sylve gymnast. Her eyes can see in all levels of darkness, even magical and pitch black darkness. She retains the ability to see color in those situations. She is always in perfect shape, unable to lose her current form or even gain or lose weight or body mass.

Spellcasting: Her spells are mostly attack and restraint spells that will drain blood from foes to help her sustain her mana mid fight. She can also do life transference healing spells, draining some of her own mana and blood to restore that of a target. Her utility spells focus upon invisibility, charming, and illusions. These illusions can also be used to create clones of herself to take a hit for her as she moves out of the way or to confuse foes as she moves away invisible and her clone does something else.

Seductive Presence: She can use mana to enhance her already highly seductive qualities. Her presence near a target will attempt to enthrall their mind and cause them to obey her temporarily. She usually uses this to turn enemies against one another or draw a feeding target close. She can only have one target enthralled at a time and the effect lasts up to an hour at a time if she concentrates on maintaining it.

Demonic Resurrection: If disabled in some way, whether destroyed or mortally wounded, Tali will enter a form of stasis, her body reforming and healing fully over time. Once fully healed, she will rise again, though in a starved frenzy. She will drain the first target she can reach, regardless of their relationship to her. She cannot be killed permanently by destroying her body completely and her soul is nigh indestructible as well. Tali has no idea if her soul can even be destroyed and her mistress did not tell her anything about it. This also renders her ageless and unaging as well as immune to disease.

Flight: Though she can fly using only her wings, she also can magically fly at will. It does not drain mana from her as long as she flies at the same pace as her wings could carry her. This magical flight allows her to hover perfectly unlike winged flight.

Binding Mark: Tali can create a sigil on a target to provide them with resistance to charming effects and mental dominations not done by Tali. This sigil also marks them as her lover to other creatures, both visibly and through other methods of sensing relationships or mate status. When marked, the target and Tali share a telepathic bond that lets them communicate mentally as long as they are on the same plane of existence. Tali can have multiple marks, but she uses this ability rarely at most as it is saved for her most intimate lovers. The major downside to the mark is that the marked becomes almost unable to resist any charming or mental effect Tali produces. Another downside is that it requires a lengthy and involved ritual.

Extra notes: Tali is capable in a fight but operates as a roguish cad, hitting low blows and killing key targets. She uses her claws and clawed high heels in fights as her weapons. Her tail is used to disarm, trip, or lock enemy limbs. She keeps her wings folded down along her legs as a sort of skirt when not actively using them. Her eyes, when in the dark, glow fully red, including the sclera and pupil. As a demon, she is tougher than normal and can easily take strikes from most common warriors without harm. Stronger warriors can still harm her, though it is still not as damaging as to a standard mortal. Certain magical weapons can bypass this resistance. Her demonic "gifts" included making her into a hermaphrodite and making her selectively barren and impotent. She also gained a slight golden tint to her previously white hair.




Off to an alley near the big grouping, a man was scrounging around his gruesome collection of battlefield souvenirs. In a house beside him, his imminent death began to stir. Her eyes opened and saw nothing to feed upon. So, she let out an annoyed hiss and levitated herself to her feet, floating to the window. She saw the man, looking very tasty. Her hunger drove her into an immediate frenzy. She burst out the door and rushed the man. He had barely time to make a loud but cut off shout of surprise before a clawed hand clamped tightly over his mouth.

His face etched in fear, the man had to stare into the frenzied, starved looking eyes of a demon before he felt her other clawed hand plunge into his belly. The man died quickly after that given the demon unceremoniously and ravenously drained him of blood and soul. Meanwhile, the woman let out a relieved sigh as she felt sated, though her frenzy was still active. She tossed away the body, partially shrunk and shriveled from exsanguination, then flicked the remaining blood off her claws.

Her control and mind returned to normal a few moments after the merciless and predatory display. Tali heaved a relieved sigh upon seeing the type of person she had killed. "Dodged another bullet. One more criminal dead and no more innocents. Well, I'm awake now, so let's see what happened around here. The place looks like an earthquake hit it." She floated lazily towards the docks, hearihng the obvious commotion of a crowd. While her appearance was very obviously demonic, her posture was far from hostile. She always made it a point to quickly disarm a situation should anyone get antsy.
Eshima had since begun playing with Kitchi, ending by distracting the cute little imp with an interesting bit of shiny crystal that could focus light or magic into usable form. Morton barging in made the scene much less somber and gave a face to the father of Meeka. While it was not the strangest thing Eshima had seen, it was one of the rarest. The prejudice against Beastfolk was public knowledge, so one taking a full Beastfolk girl in as a daughter was tantamount to social ostracism. Either way, he introduced himself as a cook and presumably a warrior on the side.

She listened to everyone else do their introductions. Wilben was the one that frankly pissed her off with his arrogance. Yuuris bothered her with his lack of emotion, signalling a potential lack of empathy. That boded badly for anyone in need if the group got into trouble. The offered flasks were nice and one ended up in Eshima's waist band. However, she pull out a drinking gourd and flipped open the cap with her thumb, taking a swig of the gifted sake. Anyone watching her eyes could spot some nostalgia as she drank, but it quickly moved on as she put away the drink.

"Well, with our merry band all together, I hafta wonder where our gracious host is. Mmmm, perhaps having beautiful women made him soil his trousers and get some new ones." While her joke would be seen as crude by many, it was pretty par for the course among hunters and adventurers. The orconi fell silent as she resumed giving Kitchi affectionate little petting with a finger, scratching at the spot behind her fluffy ears that normally made her get even cuter.
Chihiro could see that Jeevak made some sort of deal with the small creature. Jeevak would of course assemble allies. His thirst for revenge is even tainting others now. She settled herself a bit closer to the ground to seem less threatening and spoke to Kitchi once more. "I know Jeevak. Anything he has planned will kill many innocent people. He has no regard for their lives if he thinks they are in his way. No matter why you need that wish, it will come at the cost of many lives. If you give it to us, we can help you. There are no strings attached like with Jeevak. I want to help you achieve your wish without sacrifice." It was a last ditch effort, but Chihiro thought it was the best option, especially given that Kitchi seemed to be in it just for her own wish.

Meanwhile, Kistal was focused upon Nix. Her taking a bit of the meat and then sitting down was a good sign. He approached and knelt in front of her. "No, this isn't a trap. I just want to help get you out of those chains and get you some food and water. You could even stick around me if you want someone around to help keep you safe."
Kistal's raged simmered at the back of his mind as his attention was drawn to possible threat. He watched Chihiro make an attempt at it. It clutched some sort of gem, giving off energy similar to what he had just done. A soul? Allanon called it a soul gem. This must be important, but I am running dry. He tried to approach the creature, but it shattered teh ice, letting the wolf girl out. As much as he wanted to help Chihiro, the wolf girl meant more to him than some dead man.

Nix's fear and nervousness led him to bound over near her and crouch down, reaching into his pouch and one of his many sweet stashes. He took out some more sweet meats he made for himself and held them out. He looked at the one with the gem and narrowed his eyes. She didn't seem hostile...just hyper. "Little one, you stole that from the snake lady. She wants it back. Think if someone stole your mask or your favorite toy. You just did that to my friend."

He then looked at Nix. "Wolf girl, the battle is over. We killed the men that took you prisoner. I have some more sweet meats for you. It has been a long day for all of us, so I think you may want to come relax."

Chihiro saw Kistal make an attempt, but the wolf girl got his main attention. She couldn't fault him for that. He had far more of a connection to the wolf girl than to Krogan or herself. So, she took his attempt at diplomacy as him doing a last ditch effort to get her to slow down and maybe give it back, but even then, Chihiro assumed he knew it was pretty futile. She slithered to the opposite side of the little creature, careful to give Nix and Kistal a wide berth to allow him to try and coax her into a calmer mood. She then looked at Kitchi. "Give it back to me. That is not yours to borrow or take. It is mine to have."
Kistal's body went unnaturally still as the memories washed over him. The feelings of fear and pain were not exactly foreign to him. They reminded him intensely of his life in chains and the stories of those around him. However, what did hit him was the inhumanity and obvious unnatural transformation of Calabris. He was supposed to be a human, but this was something far beyond any normal magic Kistal had read about. He came to shortly after, his hand flipping his staff into a downward position and gripping it so tightly that blood began to drip down his palm as his claws dug into his flesh.

With a snarl of anger, he began stabbing the tainted corpse in front of him again and again. Rage rushed through him, threatening to get as bad as the night he decided to leave slavery. Once the body was thoroughly reduced to a bloody pile of shredded viscera, he looked over to Allanon, letting out a piercing roar. "Allanon, we have a target! I will personally rip Calabris into pieces and curse the bits into oblivion!"

If it weren't for Kistal's immense rage practically begging for Chihiro's attention given how relatively calm he normally was, she would have seen the soul gem be stolen. However, she immediately snapped her sights on the small child looking thing that had her friend's soul. "Oh no you don't! Give that back to me, it doesn't belong to you!" She made a lunge for the seemingly distracted creature, the residual spells making her faster and stronger, causing her to lunge at lightning speed.
Upon Malkhad's death, Chihiro released the body from her coils, letting it drop unceremoniously to the ground. "I did use all of my venom to paralyze him. I can naturally hold enough to paralyze sixty men. That should show what Krogan's soul being forced to help can do. Allanon, do you have any idea how to get my friend's soul and return it to rest?" She looked at her fighting companion. Tears were welled up at the corners of her eyes, signalling to her worry for her friend and the purity of his soul. "I cannot bear to see his memory and soul twisted and tainted for these purposes. He was a beautifully bright warrior, not some despot!"

She flicked the blood off her fans, returning them to her kimono top. She folded her arms under her bust, coiling up on her tail, almost defensively as she worked to bring her emotion back into check. Even almost crying and with her size, she was still exotically regal and beautiful in everything she did. Even when most worried, she still looked like the warrior to look for and draw morale from.

Kistal, meanwhile, let the half-beastman settle down as she began to fade before kneeling by her and holding his bracelet above her. "Come to me, child. I shall purify your soul and help you fin your lost purpose. Your body was not your own, but my mind shall protect and nurture you. Your redemption is nigh." He wove the last of his mana reserves into his fondest spell. The mana became visible, the strands swooping underneath the body and forming a protective shroud as it drew out the puppet's soul. The soul was carefully, almost tenderly, drawn into the bracelet, bound to it as the magic coursed through and drew out any tainted magic or evil influence. The sheets turned black as they cleaned the soul before flitting away on a spectral breeze and fading into the air.

To the soul, it would simply seem to be a second of work, though the process took nearly a minute. Once inside the bracelet, the soul could perceive through Kistal. It would see him turn his head to watch the tainted magic flit away, a sign of the purification and redemption. It would then realize it could communicate if so desired as Kistal himself mentally informed it of the spell's effects. "Child, you may experience the world through me and speak with me. You were worried about someone, speaking of a warning. Who was it that did this to you? Was it Calabris and his callous hubris? Was it a curse?"
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