"Speech: Halkeginian"
'Thoughts/telepathy'
'Spells and the like'
"Speech: Common/Dwarven"
"Speech: Draconic"
TAoM
Raskreia walks right out of a tear in reality, back into the place she had left at, unsurprisingly no one was still here. She orientates herself for a moment before striding of into the direction of the academy. 'Why am I even staying there still? Meh, got some good amusement out of that place so far might as well see what else might happen.'
Beneath her arms she is carrying a rather large. Hopefully the young mage was smart enough to manage to translate it, otherwise she will have to teach her draconic, or just cast comprehend languages on her.
As she walks she thinks back on how well the meeting with her father went. Thankfully it went as well as she had hoped it would, and her father had agreed to safekeeping the artifact, albeit a bit reluctantly at first. He was mostly a bit surprised at the fact that she had found an object such as this in the first place.
Their discussion also led to her asking about the small hourglass but even Arzirius didn't know anything about this artifact. But he did say that he has heard that an artifact in the shape like this did indeed exist, just not its name nor its purpose.
Oh well, she had the damnable cauldron off her hands and that was good, she did not want that anywhere near her. And as a small bonus she spend the rest of the day in at her fathers home, there is something beautiful about the lair of such an ancient dragon.
'Anyways, back to the matter at hand. What time is it?'
Judging by the position of the sun in the sky it must be around time for breakfast so Raskreia makes her way over to where the dining hall is. She hasn't been there all that much since she has arrived in this land. Only twice, once at the very beginning and the second time during the ball. But it should be the most likely place to find the person she is looking for right now.
The walk towards the dining hall is rather short and the doors are already open allowing Rask to see that it is in fact filled with students, more importantly the students she was looking for are there too. Well minus one that is.
Walking into the hall, ignoring the short stop in conversation at her appearance she walks on over to where Tabitha and Kirche are currently sitting next to a few other girls and some boys.
Raskreia is happy to note that one of the girls she does not know the name of does make some room for her to sit on, which she gladly does.
As she sits down she plonks the tome she had been carrying with her onto the table under the curious gaze of the students surrounding her.
Judging by the brief glimmer of excitement that she caught in Tabitha's eyes she knows what this book must be about.
"Just what is that, other than a book of course?" this was Kirche who was curiously lifting a few pages of the book to try and see for herself what it was about, to no avail. "What language is this in I cant even decipher the letters?"
"That's a language from my home, a lot of magic texts are written in it. The language is Draconic while the script itself is called Iokharic. And because I can already see you questions coming, the things you call dragons over here would be categorized as drakes in my home, while true dragons are not just dumb beasts but rather hyper intelligent near immortal reptiles."
"Wait you are saying where you come from you still have rhyme dragons?" this question came from a boy Raskreia doesn't know.
"Yes and no, I'm not sure what qualifies here as a rhyme dragon but true dragons are quite diverse where I'm from. True dragons, or Darastrixi, come quite a few categories which contain a number of sub-categories. The main categories are: Metallic, Chromatic, Imperial, Primal, Esoteric and Outer dragons. To name an example for each one category in order: Gold, White, Sky, Umbral, Nightmare and Time." Raskreia really liked talking about dragons, it was rather fun for her to research her ancestors back when she tried to find a way to awaken her half-dragon blood.
Kirche raised an eyebrow at that "Nightmare? Time? What kind of dragons are those?"
Raskreia looked over at the redhead "Short answer? Powerful ones. Nightmare dragons can enter peoples dreams and form them to their own liking. They feed of the fear they inflict, and can kill you in your own dreams. They also often collect the souls of those they slay. All in all not a nice customer." Judging by the pale faces of her small audience they agree. "Time dragons on the other hand are quite neutral, they don't go out of their way to kill people, and I even had the pleasure of having a conversation with one at one point. They are also truly immortal due to their ability to control and alter time itself. I have heard that those of their species that have grown into mastery of their own abilities can even travel through time, but I cant say if that is true or not."
A girl with some form of drill shaped hair voiced her disbelief at this "You had a conversation with something like that? How did you know it wouldn't try to eat you?"
"Well, it really depends on what dragon we are talking about but you can peacefully talk with almost any type dragon from my lands. Good dragons wont just eat a sentient creature for no reason, you'd have to seriously anger it first. Evil dragons on the other hand will often kill mortals for no reason other than their own amusement. But there are exceptions, mostly when they want something from you for example. Neutral dragons are a lot like good dragons in this regard. You have to remember they are intelligent beings, and like all intelligent beings they can be reasoned with to some degree."
Kirche speaks up once more "So you are saying they are basically like big scaly people. Just like there are good and bad people there is good and bad dragons. And your likelihood of getting killed by one is dependant on them being a good person or a bad person that wants you dead?"
Raskreia happily nods at that prompting Kirche to continue "But how can you tell whether or not a dragon would like to eat you or talk to you before it is to late."
"This is actually rather simple, and it is also the source of quite a few jokes, they are colour coded." At the confused looks she received due to the statement she continues "Its like this, Darastrixi are born with a set of hereditary memories. As soon as they hatch they know how to speak, how to write, often at least basic math, how to fly, walk and all that. But more importantly for this conversation they also gain the same sense of morals as their parents. This lead to, for example, most if not all metallic dragons to be good, and chromatic's to be evil. So if you can identify the species of dragon you are dealing with you can pretty safely assume what its response to you will be."
Now the people listening to her are looking rather amazed, and Kirche is the one to break the silence "Are you saying, that dragons in your land are BORN knowing all of that. ALL OF THEM?!"
"Basically, yes." Raskreia finishes with a smile. "anyways, you can have this book for now Tabitha, id like to have it back eventually but you can take your time translating it. If you need any help doing so just ask." To which the blue haired mage nods.
Kirche once more speaks up "You still haven't told us what the book is about in the first place." This she punctuates with a pout.
"Oh its about enchanting, and magical item crafting." Now every student that heard that was looking at the book with interest once more.
And Guiche who had been silent up until now speaks "That entire monster of a book is on enchanting?"
To which Raskreia grins "Yep!" popping the p at the end "And that is just the basic principles rules and methods used for magical crafting. Soo basically a beginners book, it's the one I used back in the day when I wanted to learn how to craft magical items."
Raskreia would lie if she said she didn't find the hungry gleam in Tabitha's eyes amusing.
Raskreia chuckles a bit at their flabbergasted expressions before speaking once more.
"Anyways, I wanted to ask if and when you had some form of academic break."
The people not all that acquainted with Raskreia tune out at this point restarting conversation with one another.
It is Kirche once more that answers. "This is actually the last week of this school year believe it or not. Then we are on summer break. Why, you had something in mind?"
The half-dragon smiles happily at the information "Yes I did in fact have something in mind. I was planning on going on a small adventure back in my home, due to reasons. I was going to ask if you Tabitha and perhaps Louise would like to come with."
To say that Kirche looked excited would be an understatement she looked positively giddy "I would most certainly love to go." Then she deflated in realization of something "But I already promised Tabi to go visit her home during summer."
Raskreia looked a bit disappointed at this as well as she looked over to Tabitha "Oh, so you want to go home over the break?" Tabitha nodded in answer. "Hmm… what if I promised that you could return before your break was over?"
Tabitha seemed to contemplate that for a moment, while she wanted to see her mother once more she also wanted to see the world Raskreia kept talking about, and who knows how often she might get the chance to do that in her life. "Acceptable" is what she finally said gaining a hug from her redheaded friend and a happy smile from Raskreia.
"Great, just to remind you, we will be going through wilderness. So pack light, and things suitable for travel. Oh and don't bother bringing horses. I will bring the travelling equipment so don't worry about that. By the way, where is Louise?"
Guiche must have heard her question because he briefly interrupts his conversation with the blonde girl he had been chatting with to answer "Oh her? She has left for the capital, why I don't know."
"Alright, if she is back by the end of the week I will ask her if she wants to join, if not we will go on our own. Does that sound good?" Kirche and Tabitha voiced their consent to the idea.
Guiche however has not yet left the conversation "Miss Raskreia?" she nods in indication that he has her attention. "I understand that you want to go on a field trip to your home at the end of the week." At her nod of confirmation and confused look he continues "Would it be in the realm of possibility for me to join you in this?"
Raskreia figured this was where he was getting at, she does not however know what to think of it. "And why do you want to do so?"
He looks a bit uncertain but still trudges on "You see after you have so thoroughly defeated me I wondered how or why you have honed your magic in such a way. I came to the conclusion that you are either a soldier, or that you regularly, for whatever reason, face exceedingly dangerous situations. And you do not hold yourself like a soldier."
He takes a breath for a moment before looking Raskreia directly in the eyes "And it is my belief that if I were to join you in this I could only have to gain and nothing to lose. I have taken it as my goal in life to become a mage that is at the very least equal to you."
Raskreia keeps looking into his eyes for a moment before she, without breaking eye contact, states "Alright, you can come, but the moment you start whining about anything you are out. Got it?"
He looks on in triumph "Of course not, a Gramont never whines!"
Raskreia chuckles a bit "Hah, we'll see about that." She then takes a moment to think on something before smirking "I just realized that if Louise comes too then you have a full party."
Tabitha for a moment takes her eyes off of the book in front of her "Full party?"
To which the woman rubs the back of her head apologetically "Ah, sorry. Back in my home the most standard size for a travelling group adventurers is four. Its how I travelled around for a long time, me and three friends."
"What if Louise doesn't show up? We would just be three, not counting you or Felniir." Kirche asked.
"Three man parties are common enough. And don't worry, its not like I'm not there, and Felniir is there too." She punctuated that by standing up. "Anyways, I will be getting everything in order. Pack two sets of travelling clothes, and something warm. You wont need anything else."
Three days later
Raskreia finished packing what she wanted to bring along the day before, and she had spent the day before that mostly relaxing and talking Kirche and Tabitha, well in the case of the latter it meant that she was mostly just explaining details contained within the book that she had leant her.
Turns out this land also had a translation spell but it is actually permanent, as rather than translate the words being said it confers the knowledge of the entire language directly. Of course Raskreia wanted to know this spell as that was somewhat useful to people in her land as that would drastically reduce language barriers.
To Raskreia's dismay people here didn't use spell formulas so learning the spell would be rather difficult but she is determined to make a formula for this spell anyways.
Back to the matter at hand however, Raskreia had to correct Kirche's choice of things she wanted to bring during this excursion multiple times. She wanted to bring too many clothes, many of which would be more too hindering for the hinterlands she was planning on visiting.
Tabitha on the other hand seemingly knew what she should take with her and what she should leave behind. This makes Rask actually rather happy as she wont be the only one experienced with travelling through the wilderness.
Surprisingly enough Guiche packed too little, apparently he was so afraid of bringing too much that he only packed a single spare pair of clothes.
Raskreia for her part packed only few additional things that she didn't already have on her when she first got here. This is because of her sleeves which function like Sleeves of many garments she doesn't need to carry any clothes.
As for the things she is bringing with her now, those are bedrolls, a map, a special cauldron she has crafted in her early days of adventuring that functions like the conjure food and water spell up to twice per day, but rather than create finished food it conjures only the ingredients, and a small marble which can be used once per day to cast a tiny hut spell.
'This should make it comfortable enough for them.' At least that is what Raskreia is hoping.
Louise has yet to show up from her visit to the capital, and Raskreia did not really see much reason to specifically seek her out, so it is understandable that the five of them are just now gathering at the front of the academy building and checking whether or not they have got everything they want to take with them.
It is then that Guiche brings up something that he had been wondering for a while now.
"I was wondering Ms. Raskreia, but can we bring our familiars with us? I mean you are bringing Felniir."
Rask on her part does some quick mental math but the result isn't all that positive.
"Well Sylphid can come as she can just fly overhead if Tabitha wants to bring her, I know for a fact that Flame wont fit as he is, and same goes for your mole… That said, if you were willing I could shrink them to a more manageable size if you really want to bring them."
Both Kirche and Guiche look hopeful at the prospect of being able to bring their familiars with them. Though Kirche has something to add "Uhm, shrinking them wont be permanent will it?"
To which Raskreia does a small grimace "Well, it IS permanent but it is reversible, which I can do." To which the two who this concerns nod. And after a few moments of getting their familiars in place, and explaining to them what is about to be done to them Raskreia shrinks both of them by applying a Polymorph: any object to them. Now both Verdandi and Flame are the size of a small dog.
Just as Raskreia was about to cast the Gate spell for them to leave they hear a shrill voice that unmistakably belongs to someone familiar to all of them.
"FAMILIAR! Where have you been!?" they all turn towards the gate of the academy to see a mounted, and fuming, pink haired pintsized mage.
"How could you just leave like that Raskreia, you are supposed to assist me in things as a familiar and not just up and disappear."
Louise has by now dismounted and is standing imperiously in front of Raskreia. "I had business to take care of that couldn't really wait." Was the disinterest reply from the dragoness.
Which made Louise only puff up more. "So did I, and you were supposed to be with me."
If she was going to play this game Raskreia could play it just as well if not better "Well, how was I supposed to know that you would be summoned to the capital for whatever reason later during the same day that I went to take care of things on my end? And besides it seems you managed to take care of your end of business just fine."
"That's not the point of this, you are my familiar you are supposed to help me with things like these." As the words left her mouth Louise realized what she had said and to whom she had said them, this was also punctuated by the slight glare being sent her way by the recipient of sentence. "… I'm sorry. I keep forgetting that you have your own life as well. And its not like I didn't manage on my own, even if it would have been easier with you around."
Raskreia immediately stops glaring and instead smiles down at the girl who is now embarrassedly looking down at her feet, reaching over and patting the girl on the head she kneels down a bit to be at the same height as the girl she is talking to. "It alright little Louise, I forgive you. I will admit I'm probably not the best familiar one could get. And I probably wont be there to do as many things as a proper familiar would be. Buuuut you know what I CAN do? I can invite you on a field trip."
"A field trip?" the amount of confusion in the girls voice was frankly quite amusing to Raskreia.
"I need to go back home for a bit to look for some place I can make a secure outpost. And I though I could invite you to come with. Tabitha, Kirche and Guiche are coming."
"Uh, I mean… when were you going?" Louise at the very least seems to be interested.
"Now actually, it seems you already have things packed so there is no reason to delay any further. Just go stable your horse and come back, we will be leaving then." The shock on Louise's face actually doe make Rask consider postponing it a bit but decides not to in the end.
Ten minutes later Louise comes back, visibly out of breath, with just a small pack filled with clothes.
"Right everyone ready?" After getting a chorus of confirmations Raskreia tears open a hole into reality with gate and lets everyone step through before then goes trough herself closing the tear behind her.
Golarion country of Druma
As the rather peculiar party exits the momentary laps in the laws of physics they are no longer in the magical academy they had been at for the past few months. They are now on an open road that leads into plains in one direction and a massive mountain range in the other. Towards the mountains the students can see what appear to be massive walls of a city, but more details cannot be discerned due to distance.
"Where are we?" Guiche voices what goes through all of the non-natives minds
"We are currently on the world of Golarion in the country of Druma a bit of a ways east of the city Highhelm." Was the nonchalant answer of Raskreia as she digs out a map of the region to discern where she had planned to go from here.
"I'm sorry did you just say world? You don't actually want me to believe that we are on a different…" his words trail off as he sees Raskreia point upwards and following her finger he sees in the sky something that shocks him more than anything previously ever did… there is but a single, white, moon hanging in the sky soon to descend beyond the horizon. One can also clearly see a massive dark… something on the moon which looks as if the moon had a scar running along it. "…we are on a different world." Guiche trails of by lightly laughing to himself but soon after composes himself.
The others who had already known where the journey would take them, at least vaguely, were less shocked but no less in awe at the fact that they are very likely among the first people from their world who have set foot away from their home planet.
Kirche sidles up to the side of Raskreia to look at the map the woman was studying and there seem to be quite a few countries marked on the massive, not yet fully unfolded, piece of cartography. "This is quite a good map. Where are we?" After Rask points to where they should approximately be Kirche continues. "Question, just out of curiosity, how come that tiny little island in that lake up north from here is worth naming, and more importantly noting on such a map?"
Raskreia looked over to the indicated little dot in the lake and shudders a bit "That's the Isle of Terror, and I hope that that name is enough to dissuade you from wanting to go there."
The non-natives raise their eyebrows a bit at that reaction, and Guiche scoffs "Isle of terror? What fool named it that, how bad can it be?"
Rask just looks in a direction which they can only assume is in the general direction of the lake "A fool who has been there, trust me, the place is bad. True there is worse places out there but that does not make that place any better. Its constantly storming there, its filled with monsters and undead and there are more traps there than you can count."
Guiche does gulp a bit even if he still thinks it to be a exaggeration. "Alright, but where did you plan on going?"
Raskreia looks back on her map, and after a moment she looks back up and points towards the mountain range in the distance but not even near where the city lies. "About a hundred miles that way for starters."
The non-natives jaw drops at that and Louise regains her voice after a moment "A hundred miles? That will take us days with no horses." But before anyone else can voice their dismay Raskreia raises her hand to silence them and starts chanting in a language non but Felniir and Sylphid know, and even then the string of words makes little sense.
After a full ten minutes, in which the halkeginian's are free to look around the place they have found themselves in the spell is finished. And now standing on the road is a large semi-transparent chariot. As weird as the chariot itself is, the team of two that will be pulling it is even more peculiar. It is horses only in the most vague of senses, they are more reptile than horse with deep orange flames, which do not seem to be spreading, coming out of their clawed feet.
"There, one Phantom chariot, this should make the first hundred miles quite quick."
Kirche goes over to touch one of the things pulling the chariot, half expecting to be bit after she sees the fang filled reptilian grin these things posses, but they are completely docile. They do not feel all that unpleasant either, she expected them to be rough and sharp, but their scaly hides are completely smooth.
"What are these things? " she cant help but marvel at these creatures, she would certainly not mind riding one of these.
"Technically? Those are phantom steeds, but the spell lets me design the team that pulls the chariot, and I based it on dragon horses. Beautiful creatures aren't they?"
"They are." Kirche continues to pet the beast which does not seem to be reacting in any way shape or form to her presence of touch.
"Right, everyone into the chariot, I'm driving." After everyone is situated on the back of the chariot with Raskreia in the front, and Sylphid flying overhead Raskreia looks back once more at her passengers who are curiously looking at Felniir who seems to be trying to find something to hold on to. "I am glad you chose the Raskreia Chariot service we will be off momentarily, I advise you to keep any and all things you wish not to lose inside of the vehicle at all times and to hold on tight."
With those last words she whips the reigns once and the horse-like creatures start accelerating… and accelerating… and accelerating. None of the students, except Tabitha, have ever gone this fast before, and the latter only when she rode on Sylphid.
To the vehicles credit the ride was not bumpy in the slightest nor did it make any amount of noise.
After a few moments of adjusting to their new state of affairs the passengers actually start to enjoy the ride. That is until Raskreia starts to steer erratically to avoid obstacles. This is made even worse by that fact that this chariot is perfectly capable of flight, and thereby avoiding any and all land obstacles, not that any of them save for Felniir would know this.
Surprisingly enough however is that they have not really come close to crashing even once, say what you will, Raskreia might not make you FEEL safe while driving but you apparently were safe.
A few minutes later the shrubbery started to die down and there were even less trees around than the few scattered individuals that were there before, and as such the ride became linear and relatively peaceful once more.
No one said anything, instead deciding to enjoy the scenery for the moment. The sky way clear with not a cloud in sight, the only thing up there being Sylphid soaring along with the chariot and a few scattered birds, the air was pleasantly warm indicating that it will become a warm summer day. The pleasant atmosphere is only enhanced due to the total silence the chariot is practically gliding over the ground, because it literally is.
The silence is interrupted however by what sounds like a high pitched horn. At first it was hard to determine the direction said horn blast came from but after a horn sounds twice more from the same general direction it becomes apparent where it come from.
"Is there something out here?" Guiche questions as he and everyone else tries to spot who or what sounded the horn.
Rask wracks her brain trying to remember if she had perhaps forgotten the fact that something was in this region but couldn't come up with anything of real import "No, there shouldn't be anything here worth any note. We should see what is happening over there. If there is any kind of danger don't involve yourselves in it, I don't want you to get injured."
Guiche is about to protest this to clarify that he can fight and that it would be his honour to do so, but the grim expression on Raskreia's face makes him reconsider that, instead he silently decides for himself to help if help is needed by summoning his valkyries.
Changing direction towards where they assume the sound to have come from, the direct route however would take them over several hills. This does not particularly deter Raskreia as she merely orders the pulling team to start ascending, which they do and in mere moments they are soaring over the ground rather than on it.
Louise who is hanging on for dear life now screams over the sound of rushing wind "This cursed thing can fly!?"
Not taking her eyes off of the expanse in front of her Raskreia is scanning the ground below for anything that moves. And there maybe a minute flight away over a couple of hills there is indeed what appear to be two groups, one chasing the other fleeing.
"Found it, over there" she points directly at where she had seen it and everyone briefly looks over the edge of the flying contraption they are convinced should not be able to fly the way it does. And indeed there are a good twenty individuals chasing a smaller group of four. The former of which had mounts that did not appear to be horses.
Raskreia and Felniir can by now tell what they are dealing with here, the former narrows her eyes at the pursuers "Goblins."
Guiche looks quizzically at the woman "Surely you jest. I mean Goblins, aren't they just fairy tales?"
Which just makes the woman scoff at the boy "I'm sure there is plenty of people who would wish for that to be the case, but alas 'tis not so. And unless we have stumbled across the only friendly band of goblins in the land I would say we should help the people running."
By the time they got within range of any spells they could feasibly cast the mounted goblins have already caught up with the fleeing people forcing them to engage in melee. As such this prevents the children from casting anything on them, not so in the case of the goblins on foot still trying to catch up. They are bombarded by a collection of icicles and fire balls courtesy of Tabitha and Kirche.
This Rather effective aerial bombardment would have been made even more effective had the goblins not been spread out erratically, and as such they only take out three and wound another four.
Raskreia wanting to take the heat away from the somewhat desperately fighting group of people, ironically does so by casting a massive torrent of flames into their midst via a 'Chain fire'
It is a spell everyone presently in the chariot has seen her cast before, it is a spell that has quite literally melted Guiche's golems. However what the children watching this don't quite know is that when someone like Raskreia launches this it is quite capable of instantly melting through say… almost two inches of solid steel. She actually had an opportunity to test this, not that a circular hole the size of a finger had any use being in said sheet of steel.
Point being no one, least of all Raskreia herself had expect a goblin of all things to survive being hit by this. So it comes as quite the surprise when not one, not two but three of the little buggers survive. True it killed three goblins, their mounts, the mounts of all the others, and wounded one other but that is far from the expected result. Two of them having survived by merit of letting their mounts take the hit for them.
Add to that the fact that one survived BEING HIT by the blasted thing, mind you its never going to use that arm properly again in its life. But that is still quite the step up from being a singular mass of charred meat, that those who died have become.
"Those aren't regular goblins, something is up." Raskreia says just loud enough to be heard now that they are slowing down.
"I am taking it them not dying is not normal." She hears Kirche say from over her shoulder as she is looking at where the fire had been only moments ago.
"No, it really isn't. Being able to completely avoid it is one thing, but surviving being hit is another, especially for a goblin. Lets just say you don't want to be hit by that spell, ever."
On the ground meanwhile the group that had been fleeing took the momentary distraction that the goblins suffered as an opportunity to strike them while they lay prone on the ground after their mounts toppled.
And once more, to Raskreia's and Felniir's shock, the tiny bastards manage to hold their own, even while the ones on foot are being picked off one by one by Kirche and Tabitha, and the occasional explosion that meant to be a fireball by Louise. Even Guiche is contributing with half a dozen of his golems which seem a rather good match against these tiny assholes.
Hell, one of the people actually gets taken down by one of the three freaks of nature. But the goblins joy doesn't last long as now that the chariot is as close as it is Felniir jumps out and down right on top of the ones who had avoided the fire.
Now that she is, quite literally, on top of the bastard she noticed one little fact about these goblins… they have wings. Not that those stop the cat from snapping the bastards neck within her jaws, but there is quite a bit more resistance from its skin and bones than she would like to expect from a goblin.
The other two taking offence to one of theirs being taken out by the big creature that fell from the flying box in the sky, abandon their attempts of forced surgery on the poor people they had been chasing and jump the cat.
And they, while not the most dangerous foes by far Felniir had faced, do actually manage to hurt her. One takes a swing with its dogslicer but misses completely and decides it would be best to just take a bite out of this cat, which he does. The other, in a display of surprising cunning for a goblin does NOT attack the angry feline that just bitten one of its friends in half head on. Instead it shanks the tiger in one of her back flanks, cutting relatively deeply into the flesh.
Not wanting her friend to take any more beatings, nor wanting these pests to once more simply avoid what is being thrown at them she throws something at them that cant be avoided. And after a short chant casts 'Boneshatter' on the till now uninjured one.
Raskreia lifts her hands as if to grasp something and twists, as she does so the air is filled with the sickening sound of a multitude of bones breaking. And those that were currently looking at the fight bellow will see one of the goblins, mid swing, simply stop and start vomiting large amounts of blood from every orifice and then lay still.
Felniir for her part dislodges the reddish-green nuisance clinging to her right forepaw, by smashing said paw goblin first into the ground. And just to be sure she keeps the thing pinned to the ground and tears its head off with her teeth. After a moment she does however realize that she had forgotten just how bad goblin blood tastes and starts spitting it out.
While the natives are not all that disturbed by the sight, either through merit of knowing that tigers are not to messed around with, or due to having seen something similar happening quite often. The students on the other hand cant help but see the often docile and friendly feline in a new light, a light which shows that they should probably never ever make this cat angry.
Raskreia leads the chariot down to the ground a few feet away from the people on the ground. Three out of four of them are of human size while the last one, the one knocked unconscious, is of smaller build, a halfling. The group is all male except for the one currently casting some healing spells on the halfling.
One of them, a man in chain mail, walks up to the chariot making sure to keep Felniir in his eyes. As he reaches them he takes of his helmet and speaks to her in common.
"Thank you kind lady for your assistance. I don't know how we would have survived without your timely arrival ."
Though only moments after his helmet was of and his sentence was done Raskreia had only one thought 'Of all things he had to be a-'
"ELF!" comes the collective shout from three out of four of her passengers '-elf' leaving her nothing to do but sigh and smile apologetically at the confused elf in front of her.
Unknown location
In the total darkness of a long forgotten underground ruin one would assume only rock, dust and silence to be present. This is not so however.
Chains clinking together can be heard as well flesh hitting flesh. This is accompanied by the panting and grunting of some form of creature.
As the sounds die down the darkness is slightly broken by two separate sources of light not bright enough to illuminate anything. Orange reptilian orbs hovering disembodied in the air, these two orbs are projecting an amount of malice and hatred at whatever has left just moments ago that if a creature with even the most basic amount of self preservation instincts were to see them they would surely choose to stay as far away as possible, or at the very least beg for forgiveness if flight is impossible.
After a moment of further glaring these orbs close, once more leaving the area in total blackness as a thought passes the beings mind. 'I feel my freedom is approaching. I hope that little insect will live long enough to see me unbound… I want to personally grind his bones to dust.'