<div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Ugh. This took way too long to write out.<br/><br/>Knowledge(Planes) Check to identify the demon (DC 35), (1d20 + 7): 5 + 7 = 12, failure. <br/>Knowledge(Planes) Check to identify the celestial(DC 29), (1d20 + 7): 11 + 7 = 18, failure.</div></div></div>As the battle raged overhead, Larynn watched with bated breath. She couldn’t find the will to do anything besides watch what could be the beginning of the end. If the lone celestial couldn’t stop that monster, what hope could she or anyone else have? Escape wasn’t an option either. Even if she could get out of the city, where would she go? If this portal was unsealed, wouldn’t the same thing be happening with the other gates? A short prayer ran through her head, wishing for the celestial’s victory.<br/><br/>Vanika on the other hand, was reveling in the skyward carnage. To see two forces like this clash was a rare treat for the outsider. As they rose higher above the square, the duo’s death match resembled fireworks, with sparks and flames dancing across the night sky. But the most exciting part of this spectacle was that one of the two combatants wouldn’t survive it. But which one would it be?<br/><br/>The answer finally became apparent amidst an explosive finale, as both holy and unholy combatant disappear in a blinding flash. When it was possible to see again, the battle was effectively over. The archfiend, the celestial woman, and all the lesser demons were gone. The first battle between humans, demons and celestials in five hundred years had come to an end.  Larynn was stunned for a moment by the light, only to be brought back to reality by her eidolon.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">~Did you see that?!~</span>Vanika asks excitedly.<span style="font-style: italic">~ They EXPLODED! That was great! I bet there’s parts of them all over the city!~</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">~Yes, I saw.~</span>Larynn deadpans. She did not want to think about dismembered outsiders.<span style="font-style: italic">~…What did you mean earlier by the guards wanting to talk to me? ~</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">~Nothing much. ~</span>She answers.<span style="font-style: italic">~One was trying to make me follow them around, and I just told them that you’re the only one I have to listen to. ~</span><br/><br/>Larynn sighed. This was the most she could expect from her eidolon as far as good behavior went. At the very least, she wasn’t causing trouble. Not yet, at least.<span style="font-style: italic">~ That’s fine. Just, don’t start a fight with the guards. Please.~</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">~…So as long as I don’t start it, it’s fine?~</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">~Would you just stay out of trouble already?! ~</span>Larynn snapped. She could practically b]feel[/b] the stupid grin on Vanika’s face. Regaining her composure, she turned to face the vanara elder.<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Padma wrote:</cite>"Thank you again for your help, Miss Rynn. And don't worry about the gold- we've got money to spare, and I reckon you'll need it for the repairs." </div></blockquote><br/>“Well then, thank you for your generosity. You’ve been-“She stops for a moment as a well-placed tap knocks over some of her kitchenware. But then resumes,”- some of my best customers.” Despite the vanara’s earlier rambunctiousness, Larynn was being sincere. Whenever ambrosia was involved, her customers had a tendency to haggle, or even demand refunds if the portions didn’t look big enough.<br/><br/>“Did you hear something?”<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Kaelen wrote:</cite>“Rynn, I think there’s someone here who could use that wand of yours.”</div></blockquote><br/><br/>“Hmm?” Larynn’s ears twitch when she hears Kaelen’s voice.<span style="font-style: italic">”Did he have a change of heart about my help? ”</span>Following the invisible man’s voice, Larynn see’s his silhouette standing next to her wrecked cart. She wasn’t sure yet if the stranger wanted his presence known or not, so she doesn’t reply. Instead, she look’s at the mess and wondering how she was going heal him without exposing him.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">”…Did that pile just move?”</span><br/><br/>As soon as she realizes what’s half buried by her kitchenware, Larynn runs over to the injured woman. She clears the pots and pans aside, and readies her wand. “Please be okay…”  She mutters, As the healing magic is released, one question comes to her mind.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">”Is this who I think it is?”</span><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Larynn will be attempting to heal the injured woman.<br/>Use Magic Device check to use Wand (DC 20), (1d20 + 19): 9 + 19 = 28, success.<br/>Cure Light Wounds cast from Wand (1d8 + 1): 6 + 1 = 7 damage healed.<br/>49 charges remaining) <br/><br/>If nothing impedes Larynn casting, additional uses will be spent</div></div></div><br/>-----<blockquote><div><cite>Akiada wrote:</cite>Not perfect, but better than you were, that's for sure. Thanks for your assistance in defense of the city, miss."</div></blockquote><br/><br/>Vanika smiled as her wounds begun to close up and the burning aftertaste of the babau disappeared from her mouth. She couldn’t really<span style="font-style: italic">die</span>in her current form, but it retained damage from each time she was summoned, and had to be healed by others. Not to mention the fact that, if her temporary body was destroyed, she would lose the meal that was stewing away in her stomach.<br/><br/>But now the eidolon had another problem. Guards were starting to swarm the square, and were almost expected to panic and attack at the sight of her. Not that Vanika enjoy didn’t enjoy a fight, but her odds of beating an entire platoon weren’t that good. Even the best outcome had Larynn dismissing her before she could have any real fun. Her master would probably send her away, or try to, as soon as she started fighting, given their earlier conversation. She was too big to hide anywhere, and running wasn’t a good option her either. Wandering too far from Larynn weakened her better than any word could.<br/><br/>This meant Vanika would have to wait until her meal was finished. But she wouldn’t have to wait long. Rubbing her stomach, Vanika could feel her victim was little more than sludge in her stomach. She just had to stall until the babau made its way onto her thighs. “Thanks.”  She says to Dagnyr. “So, I’m not under arrest for anything, am I?”<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Alyssa wrote:</cite>"Miss Vanika, would you ask Miss Rynn to come here for a moment? I'll need to speak to both of you as well,</div></blockquote><br/><br/>“Hm? You need Rynn?” Vanika asks, she could hear Larynn’s panicking about something through their link, but she didn’t know what it was. Pointing over to the cart, where the young cook was digging through pots and pans, the eidolon explains, “She sounds, uh, busy. Whatcha need her for?”.