Rin! Is going to move to catch the eyeball, grinning to themself and tossing it from hand to hand. [ THIS I like. Wonder what it's meant to do? Or be. Never seen one like this. ]
Dima watches Faolan carefully; looks at the spirit after the man begins to speak, then back to Fae. There's quite a lot contained in what's been said. This also isn't the time to pry into it, or attempt to draw pieces together for himself, but he gleans that this spirit is dire to Faolan - to say the least, he thinks - and he nods in the darkness.
[ Better than 'lovely,' yes. ]
And, because he realizes Faolan may not have seen Dima's nod, he settles a light touch, the slightest hint of an assuring brush, to Faolan's forearm, then moves to the cage at the center of the room.
Dima's going to attempt to figure out what the image is, and what it's doing here.
[WIS, d: 6]
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As Dima approaches the cage, he begins to hear a piercing shriek in his mind; the sound will continue until he moves five feet away from the cage.
However, the apparition within begins to solidify when he gets WITHIN five feet - sort of. The creature seems to be in a persistent state of flux, shifting forms between nothingness, a black serpentine body, and a raven.
This constant shift is clearly causing it pain.
Sen is also within five feet now. And he, too, fucks his saving throw and hears the piercing sound in his head. He covers his ears and reels back from the cage, finding that doing so makes the un-sound stop. "What the fuck.”
The wolf kind of glances at the cage, but moves past unharmed.
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Dima flinches against the sound, slamming one hand against his ear, but doesn't back away.
He's caught sight of the— Creatures? Creature. He sees, and watches fascinated, an ache in his chest he doesn't understand, and scarcely feels beneath the shrieking pain. If he thought for a moment that the creature formed the source of the shriek, he now wonders whether that's so, or whether this noise, this pain has been set in place to pain the creature.
Dima's going to put one hand on the case. And, thinking of the impulses that led him here, thinking of one of the shapes in formation, he clasps his hand around the totem in his pocket, now slipped free of its covering.
And, scarcely able to hear his own thoughts, he'll attempt to Message the creature within: [ I see you. Can you hear me? ]
Rin is watching the occurrences around the cave, the eyeball still in-hand as they try to decide whether the fire wolf might like to play with a frog on a stick. At Sen's clear pain, they rush over to him, [ Hey, what's happening? Are you all right? ]
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The creature continues to shift from form to form, but its writhing stills for a moment; it sees Dima. A flash of something like, but not, a hand reaching out appears in Dima's mind.
He sees an image of open, alien sky. An image of the cage, an image of a serpentine corvid with its wings spread against the sky.
The shriek continues, agonized.
Faolan approaches Dmitri when the wolf returns and casts its glow on the man and the cage; he doesn't hear the sound, perhaps protected by the wolf's presence.
Reaching out, he places a hand on Dmitri's arm - not necessarily for attention, but to let him know he's here.
Sen takes another step back, lip curled in not-exactly-disgust. A sharpish gesture at the cage precedes, [ That thing. Don't get close, whatever it is. ]
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[q: Did the shrieking stop or change in volume when the writhing stilled? Or ig more aptly, would Dima have noticed any change?
a: Dima would have noticed the shrieking and imagery moved in tandem, like a person screaming in pain might cry for help.]
Dima doesn't remove his hand from the cage. Doesn't move at all, teeth grit, hand clenched around the totem. He's on the verge of falling into these images, trying to reach further, see more, wondering 'Why are you in there' and 'Who put you there' and above all 'How, how can I free you'—
A touch (Faolan; he's certain) brings him back to himself, and to awareness of the shrieking (it's her, after all) that brings him to another flinch. He jerks his head to find Faolan's eyes and speaks aloud - perhaps a little too loudly, not quite aware he isn't Messaging, unable to gauge volume in the shrieks - "I need to get her out."
And: "Please."
Dima would, if he can at this moment, like to inspect the cage. He's also going to add, this time in Message: [ What do you make of this cage? ]
[ARC, d: 21]
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Dima can ascertain that there are several spells composing the cage; primarily Forcecage, but it would appear another spell has been used to keep the creature perpetually shapeshifting and unable to control its form. The momentarily vanishing and reappearing may be the creature attempting to flee to its plane of origin and failing (a Charisma throw) over and over and over.
Dima would know that the cage can't be dispelled by magic.
He would know that teleportation or interplanar travel would allow the creature to escape, but only if it has honed its skill to do so. (High enough Charisma.)
He would know that the magic causing the creature pain is different than the magic keeping it trapped, and that this can be dispelled, at least giving the creature relief, if not freedom.
Faolan knows none of this, but he notices the bars are 1/2 inch apart.
[ If we could make it smaller, maybe it can squeeze through these bars. ]
However, he admits, [ I've never seen anything like this before. ]
It's clear from his expression that he doesn't want to leave the creature in pain.
With a tragic, sorrowful frown and a cant of his head: [ If we can't free it, it might be kinder to - ]
Apparently, the creature in the cage can hear what Dmitri hears, and an amplified wail, enraged and helpless, interrupts what he was going to suggest. The sound is so loud, everyone who fails a wisdom saving throw against the creature's DC 15 takes (1d4 - 1) points of psychic damage.
Fae fails and takes 2 points of psychic damage and immediately backs up with a grunt, then holds up his hands. "We won't! All right! We won't! I'm sorry!"
Sen takes no damage. The wolf takes no damage.
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Dima takes 2 points of damage. Rin takes 3 points.
There is so much Dima wishes.
That he'd begun his training earlier; that he'd had more time to hone and gather spells.
That Faolan hadn't been wounded; that Faolan hadn't Messaged what he did (Dima had felt a pain in that, himself, an instant before the creature's wail).
That the being had never been encaged. That Dima might have found her first.
That he was thinking clearer; that he had a godsdamned answer.
He flinched at the sudden spike of pain; he can't and he won't fault her for that. Still, his hand remains on the glass. Still, he keeps his eyes fixed on her.
[ We're going to fix this.
You won't be left here. It hurts, I know, but as soon as we can, we'll find a way. ]
After a brush of his fingertips against the cage, he steps back, finds the shrieking stops— And feels, almost, an impulse to return. To not leave her along with her cries.
Still. Still, he won't be of any use if he can't keep himself focused.
"I don't know what put her here, or why." He might be talking to himself, or to Faolan, or to the group as a whole. At his side, his fingers flex uneasily. "She's caught within a tangle of spells. We need— If we could dispel one piece of it, it'd help immensely. Or if anyone has access to another plane."
Now he does look around at all of them - Faolan, the wolf, Sen, and Rin in turn - looking a little bit lost, and entirely determined.
"Did anyone determine whether there's anything in the alcoves we might use? Rather— Do any contain arcane properties?"
Dima may. Have been very, very focused on this one task, and will be difficult to dissuade from following it through.
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Sen hasn't had a look at any of it, but - sensing Dima's urgency - hurries to look over everything he and Rin have found.
Rolled a 15, which is juuust high enough to tell that most of it's junk - except the frog on a stick. It actually *might* be a wand of polymorph.
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Rin. Will pass it over to Sen.
(Though they still want to know if the wolf would like to play with it.)
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Sen promises they can have it back after.
Sen passes over the wand, and then, on a whim, Faolan asks, "What else have we got? Surely we've found something or one of us knows a spell?"
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Rin - with a strong, strong warning that they will only hand over what has an actual chance of being valuable - will show the silver shortsword, the silver-backed hairbrush, and the jewelry box with its platinum necklace. They don't want to show these things. They also get the sense something's going on here, because Dmitri looks like he's liable to go off his shit.
While they display the objects, they shake their head. "I don't know what good my spells would do. Unless I can disguise the cage into thinking it's something else or— I guess I can make a hand. Or sounD like the bird and make that box think it's got the wrong target?"
"...There's also the gemstone. From that guy, with the trees. I dunno what thaT does."
Dima's thinking through this information. He'll also explain what he discerned about the cage and the spells. He notes that Fae's suggestion of a resizing spell might be worth trying, at least.
A thought. It might not make it through the barrier but— "Sen. Could you give her a little encouragement?"
Sen. Can you inspire the creature?
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Sen and Faolan are having the same thought as Dima.
Sen frowns and comments, "It won't be much use with whatever's got hold on - her, is it?"
Strange.
Faolan is looking at Rin and thinking -
If he had a feather.
And if they had a miracle.
The gemstone on Wythall, Faolan is sure possesses a spell to awaken plants. But what would one need if that became a problem?
He draws the pearl from his pocket and stares at it., then looks around at the faces of the others, illuminated by the glow of his wildfire spirit. "Can anyone see what this does?"
As it happens.
Sen can.
He takes the pearl and casts Identify, then huffs. All the shit luck they've had, and finally something useful?
He passes it back to Faolan. "It dispels magic."
Faolan laughs mirthlessly, then looks sidelong at Dmitri. "I kept it, thinking I might - well. Here."
And, as he passes it along. "If Sen's aid doesn't get her out, I think I might be able to give her a little more, if Rin's magic hand can get a feather from her."
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Dima's watching Faolan as he takes the pearl, needing it, wanting badly to take and put it to use immediately— But there's something in the man's face that gives him pause. He wraps his fingers light around the pearl and watches the man. "I'll find something to replace this; I swear it."
And, with a smile touch by worry, touched with urgency: "Thank you, Faolan. Thank you."
Before anything else, he's going to dispel the magic that's causing the creature - her - pain.
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Faolan thinks, but doesn't say, it was always meant for you, anyhow.
As the magic fades, the creature falls to the ground, no longer suspended in perpetual shapeshift. It looks terribly small, its wings weary - but the shrieking vanishes along with the magic.
She lifts her head to look at Dima, and there's a passage of thought-impression between them that tells of relief.
And perhaps oddly, approval, as though she thinks Dima and his group has done well. (Or correctly.)
Faolan watches this, then glances down at the spirit that has come to stand at his side. And looks back again, between Dmitri and the creature.
Ah.
He sees.
And smiles, faintly. Dmitri is finding so much of himself here.
It's Sen who speaks up first. "When she's ready, I'll do what I can. Maybe she ought to rest before giving it the old college try, though."
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"Thank you, Sen." He speaks, voice distant from his own ears. Dima's approach the cage again and watches the creature within, his smile small, sad, and carried with its own relief. "And thank you, Faolan, I— Thank you."
He watches the creature, Messages: [ That's one step.
Would you like to rest before jumping? ]
And, gently: [ If you can spare a feather, we may— Faolan. May. ] He knows sparked irritation with himself, with what little he has to aid her, but tamps it down; this isn't the time. [ He may be able to lend further aid. ]
Rin has already conjured Mage Hand, and is moving around some of the relic-looking objects while they watch and wait.
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He thinks about warning them that the spell will deplete his resources - and he might need that capability when they face whatever trapped this poor creature.
But he sees Dmitri's face when he looks at her and thinks it's worth the risk.
Instead, he looks back to Rin and almost smiles at the game they're boredly playing. "Can you reach in there and grab one of her feathers for me? I'm worried if any of us tries to stick an arm in, we'll be stuck, as well."
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"Mmhmmm."
They get the hand to unceremoniously drop a very dubious-looking cloak, and drift it toward the cage. They'll wait for the creature to approach, or to offer a feather, before having the hand take it and drift it over to Faolan.
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Faolan murmurs thanks and thinks he really, really owes Rin for everything they keep giving up for the party; he breathes and - despite having just said no one should stick an arm into the cage - sticks his arm into the cage and presses a hand against the creature.
Almost immediately, he finds out what happens when one sticks an arm in the cage: he's forced away, but not before casting a spell to enhance her abilities.
Sen likewise hums a few bars of a pleasant, floating sort of tune to inspire her further.
[CHA, liv: 20, with Enhance Ability from Fae and Bardic Inspiration from Sen]
After a moment of recovery, the creature rises, spreads its wings for one final attempt to planeshift - and vanishes from the cage.
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Dima knows a surge of joy, hears his own voice in something that sounds like a yelp, like a cheer. His hands are pressed against the bars and if there's sorrow at her absence, it's currently overrun by bright happiness, by relief that she's no longer in the cage.
Even if she never shows again (he... hopes she does) (of course it's her choice, but didn't he feel something, hasn't he always known himself in search of something, someone, a being like a raven?), at least she's free.
He can't quite look away yet. He thinks, 'You DID it.'
And to the group, he speaks, "She made it.
"Thank you. All of you. She's— She's free."
Rin could point out they'd only grabbed a feather.
Really, though, they're glad to see the creature out of there; whatever that cage is, it seemed like a wretched kind of torment. Whatever the creature is, Rin can't think there's any cause for them to have been caught in there.
Watching the scene, they've been setting the seeming relics into the bag of holding. For the moment, they don't speak; only continue in their work, mostly watching Sen.
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Dima watches Faolan carefully; looks at the spirit after the man begins to speak, then back to Fae. There's quite a lot contained in what's been said. This also isn't the time to pry into it, or attempt to draw pieces together for himself, but he gleans that this spirit is dire to Faolan - to say the least, he thinks - and he nods in the darkness.
[ Better than 'lovely,' yes. ]
And, because he realizes Faolan may not have seen Dima's nod, he settles a light touch, the slightest hint of an assuring brush, to Faolan's forearm, then moves to the cage at the center of the room.
Dima's going to attempt to figure out what the image is, and what it's doing here.
[WIS, d: 6]
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As Dima approaches the cage, he begins to hear a piercing shriek in his mind; the sound will continue until he moves five feet away from the cage.
However, the apparition within begins to solidify when he gets WITHIN five feet - sort of. The creature seems to be in a persistent state of flux, shifting forms between nothingness, a black serpentine body, and a raven.
This constant shift is clearly causing it pain.
Sen is also within five feet now. And he, too, fucks his saving throw and hears the piercing sound in his head. He covers his ears and reels back from the cage, finding that doing so makes the un-sound stop. "What the fuck.”
The wolf kind of glances at the cage, but moves past unharmed.
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Dima flinches against the sound, slamming one hand against his ear, but doesn't back away.
He's caught sight of the— Creatures? Creature. He sees, and watches fascinated, an ache in his chest he doesn't understand, and scarcely feels beneath the shrieking pain. If he thought for a moment that the creature formed the source of the shriek, he now wonders whether that's so, or whether this noise, this pain has been set in place to pain the creature.
Dima's going to put one hand on the case. And, thinking of the impulses that led him here, thinking of one of the shapes in formation, he clasps his hand around the totem in his pocket, now slipped free of its covering.
And, scarcely able to hear his own thoughts, he'll attempt to Message the creature within: [ I see you. Can you hear me? ]
Rin is watching the occurrences around the cave, the eyeball still in-hand as they try to decide whether the fire wolf might like to play with a frog on a stick. At Sen's clear pain, they rush over to him, [ Hey, what's happening? Are you all right? ]
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The creature continues to shift from form to form, but its writhing stills for a moment; it sees Dima. A flash of something like, but not, a hand reaching out appears in Dima's mind.
He sees an image of open, alien sky. An image of the cage, an image of a serpentine corvid with its wings spread against the sky.
The shriek continues, agonized.
Faolan approaches Dmitri when the wolf returns and casts its glow on the man and the cage; he doesn't hear the sound, perhaps protected by the wolf's presence.
Reaching out, he places a hand on Dmitri's arm - not necessarily for attention, but to let him know he's here.
Sen takes another step back, lip curled in not-exactly-disgust. A sharpish gesture at the cage precedes, [ That thing. Don't get close, whatever it is. ]
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[q: Did the shrieking stop or change in volume when the writhing stilled? Or ig more aptly, would Dima have noticed any change?
a: Dima would have noticed the shrieking and imagery moved in tandem, like a person screaming in pain might cry for help.]
Dima doesn't remove his hand from the cage. Doesn't move at all, teeth grit, hand clenched around the totem. He's on the verge of falling into these images, trying to reach further, see more, wondering 'Why are you in there' and 'Who put you there' and above all 'How, how can I free you'—
A touch (Faolan; he's certain) brings him back to himself, and to awareness of the shrieking (it's her, after all) that brings him to another flinch. He jerks his head to find Faolan's eyes and speaks aloud - perhaps a little too loudly, not quite aware he isn't Messaging, unable to gauge volume in the shrieks - "I need to get her out."
And: "Please."
Dima would, if he can at this moment, like to inspect the cage. He's also going to add, this time in Message: [ What do you make of this cage? ]
[ARC, d: 21]
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Dima can ascertain that there are several spells composing the cage; primarily Forcecage, but it would appear another spell has been used to keep the creature perpetually shapeshifting and unable to control its form. The momentarily vanishing and reappearing may be the creature attempting to flee to its plane of origin and failing (a Charisma throw) over and over and over.
Dima would know that the cage can't be dispelled by magic.
He would know that teleportation or interplanar travel would allow the creature to escape, but only if it has honed its skill to do so. (High enough Charisma.)
He would know that the magic causing the creature pain is different than the magic keeping it trapped, and that this can be dispelled, at least giving the creature relief, if not freedom.
Faolan knows none of this, but he notices the bars are 1/2 inch apart.
[ If we could make it smaller, maybe it can squeeze through these bars. ]
However, he admits, [ I've never seen anything like this before. ]
It's clear from his expression that he doesn't want to leave the creature in pain.
With a tragic, sorrowful frown and a cant of his head: [ If we can't free it, it might be kinder to - ]
Apparently, the creature in the cage can hear what Dmitri hears, and an amplified wail, enraged and helpless, interrupts what he was going to suggest. The sound is so loud, everyone who fails a wisdom saving throw against the creature's DC 15 takes (1d4 - 1) points of psychic damage.
Fae fails and takes 2 points of psychic damage and immediately backs up with a grunt, then holds up his hands. "We won't! All right! We won't! I'm sorry!"
Sen takes no damage. The wolf takes no damage.
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Dima takes 2 points of damage. Rin takes 3 points.
There is so much Dima wishes.
That he'd begun his training earlier; that he'd had more time to hone and gather spells.
That Faolan hadn't been wounded; that Faolan hadn't Messaged what he did (Dima had felt a pain in that, himself, an instant before the creature's wail).
That the being had never been encaged. That Dima might have found her first.
That he was thinking clearer; that he had a godsdamned answer.
He flinched at the sudden spike of pain; he can't and he won't fault her for that. Still, his hand remains on the glass. Still, he keeps his eyes fixed on her.
[ We're going to fix this.
You won't be left here. It hurts, I know, but as soon as we can, we'll find a way. ]
After a brush of his fingertips against the cage, he steps back, finds the shrieking stops— And feels, almost, an impulse to return. To not leave her along with her cries.
Still. Still, he won't be of any use if he can't keep himself focused.
"I don't know what put her here, or why." He might be talking to himself, or to Faolan, or to the group as a whole. At his side, his fingers flex uneasily. "She's caught within a tangle of spells. We need— If we could dispel one piece of it, it'd help immensely. Or if anyone has access to another plane."
Now he does look around at all of them - Faolan, the wolf, Sen, and Rin in turn - looking a little bit lost, and entirely determined.
"Did anyone determine whether there's anything in the alcoves we might use? Rather— Do any contain arcane properties?"
Dima may. Have been very, very focused on this one task, and will be difficult to dissuade from following it through.
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Sen hasn't had a look at any of it, but - sensing Dima's urgency - hurries to look over everything he and Rin have found.
Rolled a 15, which is juuust high enough to tell that most of it's junk - except the frog on a stick. It actually *might* be a wand of polymorph.
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Rin. Will pass it over to Sen.
(Though they still want to know if the wolf would like to play with it.)
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Sen promises they can have it back after.
Sen passes over the wand, and then, on a whim, Faolan asks, "What else have we got? Surely we've found something or one of us knows a spell?"
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Rin - with a strong, strong warning that they will only hand over what has an actual chance of being valuable - will show the silver shortsword, the silver-backed hairbrush, and the jewelry box with its platinum necklace. They don't want to show these things. They also get the sense something's going on here, because Dmitri looks like he's liable to go off his shit.
While they display the objects, they shake their head. "I don't know what good my spells would do. Unless I can disguise the cage into thinking it's something else or— I guess I can make a hand. Or sounD like the bird and make that box think it's got the wrong target?"
"...There's also the gemstone. From that guy, with the trees. I dunno what thaT does."
Dima's thinking through this information. He'll also explain what he discerned about the cage and the spells. He notes that Fae's suggestion of a resizing spell might be worth trying, at least.
A thought. It might not make it through the barrier but— "Sen. Could you give her a little encouragement?"
Sen. Can you inspire the creature?
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Sen and Faolan are having the same thought as Dima.
Sen frowns and comments, "It won't be much use with whatever's got hold on - her, is it?"
Strange.
Faolan is looking at Rin and thinking -
If he had a feather.
And if they had a miracle.
The gemstone on Wythall, Faolan is sure possesses a spell to awaken plants. But what would one need if that became a problem?
He draws the pearl from his pocket and stares at it., then looks around at the faces of the others, illuminated by the glow of his wildfire spirit. "Can anyone see what this does?"
As it happens.
Sen can.
He takes the pearl and casts Identify, then huffs. All the shit luck they've had, and finally something useful?
He passes it back to Faolan. "It dispels magic."
Faolan laughs mirthlessly, then looks sidelong at Dmitri. "I kept it, thinking I might - well. Here."
And, as he passes it along. "If Sen's aid doesn't get her out, I think I might be able to give her a little more, if Rin's magic hand can get a feather from her."
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Dima's watching Faolan as he takes the pearl, needing it, wanting badly to take and put it to use immediately— But there's something in the man's face that gives him pause. He wraps his fingers light around the pearl and watches the man. "I'll find something to replace this; I swear it."
And, with a smile touch by worry, touched with urgency: "Thank you, Faolan. Thank you."
Before anything else, he's going to dispel the magic that's causing the creature - her - pain.
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Faolan thinks, but doesn't say, it was always meant for you, anyhow.
As the magic fades, the creature falls to the ground, no longer suspended in perpetual shapeshift. It looks terribly small, its wings weary - but the shrieking vanishes along with the magic.
She lifts her head to look at Dima, and there's a passage of thought-impression between them that tells of relief.
And perhaps oddly, approval, as though she thinks Dima and his group has done well. (Or correctly.)
Faolan watches this, then glances down at the spirit that has come to stand at his side. And looks back again, between Dmitri and the creature.
Ah.
He sees.
And smiles, faintly. Dmitri is finding so much of himself here.
It's Sen who speaks up first. "When she's ready, I'll do what I can. Maybe she ought to rest before giving it the old college try, though."
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"Thank you, Sen." He speaks, voice distant from his own ears. Dima's approach the cage again and watches the creature within, his smile small, sad, and carried with its own relief. "And thank you, Faolan, I— Thank you."
He watches the creature, Messages: [ That's one step.
Would you like to rest before jumping? ]
And, gently: [ If you can spare a feather, we may— Faolan. May. ] He knows sparked irritation with himself, with what little he has to aid her, but tamps it down; this isn't the time. [ He may be able to lend further aid. ]
Rin has already conjured Mage Hand, and is moving around some of the relic-looking objects while they watch and wait.
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He thinks about warning them that the spell will deplete his resources - and he might need that capability when they face whatever trapped this poor creature.
But he sees Dmitri's face when he looks at her and thinks it's worth the risk.
Instead, he looks back to Rin and almost smiles at the game they're boredly playing. "Can you reach in there and grab one of her feathers for me? I'm worried if any of us tries to stick an arm in, we'll be stuck, as well."
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"Mmhmmm."
They get the hand to unceremoniously drop a very dubious-looking cloak, and drift it toward the cage. They'll wait for the creature to approach, or to offer a feather, before having the hand take it and drift it over to Faolan.
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Faolan murmurs thanks and thinks he really, really owes Rin for everything they keep giving up for the party; he breathes and - despite having just said no one should stick an arm into the cage - sticks his arm into the cage and presses a hand against the creature.
Almost immediately, he finds out what happens when one sticks an arm in the cage: he's forced away, but not before casting a spell to enhance her abilities.
Sen likewise hums a few bars of a pleasant, floating sort of tune to inspire her further.
[CHA, liv: 20, with Enhance Ability from Fae and Bardic Inspiration from Sen]
After a moment of recovery, the creature rises, spreads its wings for one final attempt to planeshift - and vanishes from the cage.
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Dima knows a surge of joy, hears his own voice in something that sounds like a yelp, like a cheer. His hands are pressed against the bars and if there's sorrow at her absence, it's currently overrun by bright happiness, by relief that she's no longer in the cage.
Even if she never shows again (he... hopes she does) (of course it's her choice, but didn't he feel something, hasn't he always known himself in search of something, someone, a being like a raven?), at least she's free.
He can't quite look away yet. He thinks, 'You DID it.'
And to the group, he speaks, "She made it.
"Thank you. All of you. She's— She's free."
Rin could point out they'd only grabbed a feather.
Really, though, they're glad to see the creature out of there; whatever that cage is, it seemed like a wretched kind of torment. Whatever the creature is, Rin can't think there's any cause for them to have been caught in there.
Watching the scene, they've been setting the seeming relics into the bag of holding. For the moment, they don't speak; only continue in their work, mostly watching Sen.
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