#odyssey

/roll 8

Symon hears her "I am special, I am proud yes" She enters in "We will have harmonyy and peace, under me"

Symon is packed in tight, that niche he is using was not meant for a full grown sluagh, but here in the dreaming he is more liquid than ever.

Still he may feel like a coiled spring of flesh and bone

He kens her, and her mask, trying to suss out her secrets. Who... what is she?

And he cannot tell... the mask seems to protect her from viewing with any depth. Maybe the theory she is some ancient lost kith is true as some wondered earlier? Yet.. that doesn't FEEL anymore likely. When it comes to her, Symon feels Kenblind, as if he couldn't tell her from a sidhe or an inaminae. Something is off. She has redish hair though. Definitely female shaped.

And as he stares at her, listens to her, he starts to realize she IS special, she's the holy voice of something...divine.

(WP roll for Symon, don't botch)

/roll 4

(WHEW)

Symon snaps himself out of it, just focusing on this creature made him want to follow her, worship her? That's even worse than most sidhe

She observes each mirror in turn, seeming to bask in the assurances that she is real, still real, alway has been

As she admires her own reflection, the sluagh creeps in the shadows, trying to come up behind her.

His ambush pre set, he does so

(One more Dex plus stealth, but Dif 5)

/roll 8 5

(In room with Symon) For a moment, a terrifying moment, she seems to hear him, then she tuts "Sister Beldame, no polishing here you know that, tut tut" And she seems to focus herself ignoring the ..well him

Pudge and Dagmar are, of course, Derva hunting.

(Dagmar and Sidekick) They find her, the childling has packed somethings of her own

(Dag) she looks up when she sees them "I showed Symon the small passage, I didn't think he'd fit. I should have gone wit him, folks will think I'm a coward"

"Huh? Hardly. You're helping us against a scary foe. But if you are packed, we could get you and Pudge out..."

"I just need to get my Oathmate. Maybe we can all go without direct confrontation at all..."

Pudge frowns "Told you I wasn't leaving anyone behind, Dame. That include you and your friend"

She frowns and nods. "Thank you."

"He'd probably get pissy if I got too self-sacrificing, anyways." A wry grin. "I get too Gwyd Paladin Lawful Good for his tastes, sometimes."

Pudge chuckles "You clearly care for each other, if you don't mind me saying. He probably likes that in you at least as muuch as it makes him twitch"

"More than anything, yeah." Soft and fond.

Dervas makes a face. Clearly SHE is never gonna grow up and get gooey about some guy

As Symon creeps closer, the air thick with tension, his movements are precise and deliberate. One hand darts forward, the glint of a tiny blade catching the faint light as it slices through the air, its edge slick with paralytic poison. The other hand moves in tandem, swiftly clamping down over her mouth to silence any cry.

But Symon is more than clever hands. From the shadows, his grotesque, prehensile tongue lashes out. It snaps toward her mask, curling around it with disgusting precision and with a sharp jerk, he attempts to rip it away.

(In oreder, Dex plus Melee, Dex Plus Brawl, and Dex plus Brawl again)

/roll 4

/roll 4

(makes sense, that's his off hand)

/roll 4

(so, covering mouth may fail)

Symon stabs into her, seeking to spread the poison than truly rend a throat... she gasps as it sticks her, then starts to scream! However the Scream is only heard by... well, those here and awake. Which means Dagmar, Pudge, and Dervas! Symon's ears ring even as his tongue latches onto the mask and pulls!

For a moment, just a moment, he knows exactly what she is... some mortal soul now in the dreaming, transformed in her time here, but most likely 'jacked' by a sidhe!

"SYMON!" She runs towards the sound!

With a howl the Daughter Eve seems to realize who she was, and , more importantly, WHO she hates "CORADEL!" She calls out

but then , the mask vanishes from Symon's tongue and returns to her face. "Fool" She hisses "FOOL.. I am the mask are one. You know what I gave UP for this mask? You.. need enightning"

Symon winces and hisses at the scream, even as his hand fumbles, and... drops her on the floor.

Dagmar looks ready to bulldoze through whatever walls may lie between her and the sounds.

And the Holy Mother ,forgetting her mortal memories again... freezes, the paralytic tightening her every sinew.

Dagmar is guided to ANOTHER path and charges ahead dof PUdge and Dervas "This way you... no to your right! It's locked though and we don't have a key"