A planet long ago abandoned as a fallow wasteland, so long forgotten that it even lacks a name. What little moisture remains here belongs entirely to the vast tracts of marsh lying in the dead center of the planet. It is not a terribly perilous place, assuming one can handle quicksand, blind jumps, a legion of undead, and a dreadfully powerful lich who rules it all.

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Aurian Marsh
Helantri Deru
Niven Ai
Shigoriath's Temple
Marsh Temple Shrine

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"And here we are," Ai announces, smiling sweetly at the bubbling, stinking swamp all around them. "Ugh. This smell is never going to come off of my skin, I know it."

"Erf..." both the twins cover their acute noses, actually wincing a little in nearly comical synchronization, Dewei more than Ting, legimately pained. "Yuck. I hope that we get used to..."

Ting stops and blinks. Sniffs. And again. Looks at Tel-tiono and grins sheepishly. "That. Thanks."

"Yes. Thank you," Dewei puts in.

"It is my pleasure. Shall we?" He gestures out with his staff in the direction of the greatest obvious nether activity. Second greatest, actually, as per what he's fairly sure is a ruse meant to draw attention away from the real goal and fool would-be heroes. "Do watch your steps, for quicksand and such. Be alert."

Ai lays a hand upon Tel-tiono's chest. "Wait. Listen..." her jet eyes dart back and forth, as the foliage rustles around them. "We are not alone. Proceed calmly, and make no quick movements yet."

Tel-tiono just nods to this, expresion not particularly changing from its casual apparent light-heartedness, and steps off, nudging the twins along mentally.

"So I can't start poking the bushes with my sharp stick? Please?" Ting gives Ai an appropriate "sad kitty" face as they walk along.

"No. And don't use that face on me, I am urged to cuddle." Ai answers in a quiet, though still jesting tone. 

Ahead, the bushes rumble and and rustle. Ai steps in front of the twins, staff held at the ready, as a gigantic bull frog leaps from ahead of them. Its kiwi-sized eyes glare at them, and a massive 'bour-but' escapes its frog lips. Really, it is about the size of a turkey.

"Oooo! Cute! Who likes frog legs?" Ting is swishing a little in a very feline wiggle, naginata in hand.

Dewei snickers. "So, uh..." He just tries to impress the thought that "there's something louder and more interesting way over there!"

The frog croaks and leaps away, irritated that these people would invade its homeland. Other eyes watch them from the swamp's trees, though none are hostile.

Ai stands still, gazing out into space, as if listening to something else.

"Tel-tiono," she quietly whispers, "Niven Ai is calling to me. We have a problem..."

He looks over to her, eyes concerned. "What is it, Miss Ai?"

She gazes at him, her expression difficult to read. "She says... Sheran Tanru is there..."

Tel-tiono narrows his eyes just slightly. "I will go investigate. Miss Ai...what of Shigoriath, do you think?"

"We can handle it, really," Ting is quick to put in.

Dewei nods. "Ting is right. For all that we lack much age, our mother taught us well."

"I can watch the chicklets," Ai assures him. "Drianis and Mi'ehna are in danger. Neither of them can deal with Tanru, Drianis not at all, Mi'ehna not without time."

The wizard nods. "Take care, then, all of you." Without further adieu, he vanishes to Niven Ai.

Ai watches him go, as much as she can, and looks to Ting and Dewei. "Do you think," she begins, wondering, "that he is too old for me?" She's only half-kidding, really.

They look surprised, before grinning. "Ahh...so, we should get going?"

"Right. Going." Ting is quick to support her brother, and giggles as they take off agian. "Watch the quicksand." It's right in front of them, but not a wide patch.

"Quite," Ai laughs, stepping across the quicksand as if it were solid ground. So she showboats a little. She likes attention.

The forest begins to rustle again, but this time the little hairs upon the goddess's neck stand on end. A quivering feeling emerges in her gut.

The presence of the undead grows near, all around them, as animated corpses rise from the muck. Five, ten, thirty of them, all stranded in various states of decay, all growling a warning growl.

"Ugliest greeting committee eh-var," Ting sighs, pulling out her weapon again. She grins at her brother as they try to keep walking, which he returns. Yeah, they're ready to go if it comes to that, and it probably will.

And come it does. The strange zombies move together, and though they look like shambling freaks their attack is well formed, and precise. Their bony, rotten hands reach out for Ting in particular.

With a squish of goo Ai whaps her staff into the face of the first to get too close. "Kill them, if they approach... um... again. They are not sentient, do not hold back!"

Ting grins a fang-toothed grin that hints at her more predatory dumen nature. "Won't be a problem!" She leaps into the air, naginata coming with her and slicing for two aligned zombies' heads.

Meanwhile, Dewei's sword flashes out of its sheath and a quick step back sends it flying towards a would-be assailant.

These zombies are terribly archetypal. Slugglish, despite their great strength, they fall like puppets before the attacks of the twins and the demi-goddess. Ai cracks the head of another one, and turns to swing again when her head snaps back abruptly. A sound much like the crack of a whip follows it, and a knuckle-cut opens up on her cheek. 

"Dammit!" She cries, turning this way and that, but only catches flashing hints of her assailant, like single frames of an image appearing only now and again.

Dewei stiffens, and a well-placed jump gets him nearer to Ai. His senses are struggling to figure out where this assailant is and its nature.

With Dewei moving, the remaining undead begin to close in upon Ting, growling their throaty growl.

"Dewei, be on guard! I know this offense." Ai spits a droplet unceremoniously into the marsh. "Makyon, show yourself!"

Another flash of image appears before them, the brief silhouette of a tall man dress in blue, before a blinding fast right cross fires at Dewei's face.

"Gii!" Dewei springs up, startled, missing the fist by literally a hair and landing on an energy platform above. There's no way to match that sort of speed, really. His foresight had just given him the one second of warning he'd needed.

Ting is completely in her element. All told, she's having a fantastic time, and laughs quite a lot at this or that near-miss, swinging the naginata with fantastically controlled wildness and grinning ear-to-ear with that malicious air her father was fully capable of.

"Beautiful. Shigoriath told me that I was in for a fight." 

A sound very much like the whoosh of wind through a chimney whips through the air, and the man in blue appears just in front of Dewei, though standing upon the ground. He is a beautiful man, truly and completely, but the expression upon his face certainly makes his face perfect. A cocky sort of half-smile, filled with confidence.

"We have to even up the odds, at least." He vanishes again, reappearing back about twenty paces. "Ono. If you don't stop me, I'm going to destroy this goddess. I'll give you that much warning."

Dewei blinks. And a wide wall of pure concussive force materializes in a in front of Ai and slaps towards the...something. Mage. Person.

The man called Makyon vanishes again, appears again off to the right of the wall, vanishes, and appears again several yards behind Ai. Ai spins, but Makyon reaches out, the very tips of his hands appearing upon her staff and tearing it from her hands. She barely has time to cry out before he vanishes again, reappearing just in time to smash the staff against her temple in an explosion of pure light energy.

"Ai!"

Dewei's startled cry snaps Ting out of her happy place, and she leaps over to her brother, asses the situation. You heal her, I'll pound his head. That said, she leaps down from the platform, swinging the weight end of her naginata at a currently unoccupied spot that her psychic sense doesn't think will be for long.

Be careful! A thick healing spell tightens above Ai, and he jumps down as well, running to the goddess.

Ai waves, staggers, but does not fall. She is a goddess afterall, though the wound is damning to her lucidity. 

Ting's naginata clashes against the body of Ai's staff, held aloft by a terribly off-balance Makyon. He growls in the back of his throat; she had second-guessed him, and would have scored were it not for luck.

After just a moment, Ting grins her cute-but-predatory little grin. "You're cute. We should make out." That said, she tries to shove the staff aside and bring a knee into his jaw.

Dewei, meanwhile, is helping steady Ai, a heavy shield around both of them and trying to heal her even as he pays attention to his sister.

Ai lays her hands upon Dewei for balance, her strength returning in a hurry, reaching normal within moments.

And rising. Her eyes burn, lips twisted in a scowl of the purest, most foul hatred. Some sort of attack is building within her... something that her father would be proud of.

Ting's shove functions perfectly. The staff is torn from Makyon's gloved hands, but the bizarre mage vanishes away from the knee, only to step forward and reappear right in front of her.

"YOu're right," he whispers, and presses his lips to Ting's, one arm cinching around her shoulders. The moment he begins to pull away from her Makyon disappears again, showing up about fifty feet back with a delicious smile upon his face.

Dewei starts to look up at a decidedly quiet moment in his sister's mind, but then cringes and decides not to when a loud "You son of a bitch get back here! Even if you are a good kisser! Raa!" He almost has to snicker. But doesn't dare, and just keeps to healing Ai.

Ting's sprinting towards their most worrisome attacker, ignoring the various undead creatures wandering around too slowly to be of much concern, naginata raise. Her eyes are narrow with a concentration decidedly like her mother's, analyzing this...creature. She thinks she may know how he's doing this...maybe not. Either way, she's shifting an unusual amount of focus to her foresight.

Makyon tips his hat, and steps forward into the folded space before him. He plans two short jumps, one to the right to dodge Ting's attack, another forward to get cleanly behind her.  His discomfiture at this duty shows only a bit in his impatience... who is Shigoriath to tell him "just test them, show me their weaknesses" after all?

Ting isn't quite ready for the dodge, entirely...but pure instinct tells her where he'll be next, and she whirls just in time to end up nose-to-nose with him. "Hi!" It's uttered as she slaps. Not "punches"...just slaps. He'd kissed her, jerk.

Even one of the shambling zombies winces at the pop of hand upside face. Makyon comes up grinning though. "It was worth it," he assures her, before stepping back and vanishing yet again. Though he is not a one-note tune, one would certainly never know it by his style.

Ting actually snickers at this, but resets her grip on the naginata, ready to make the next time count for more.

Dewei finishes mending any problem he can sense with Ai...nudges his sister telepathically. However they move next, he'll be ready to do it with her. She nods once.

Ai looks up at Dewei, her hatred etched onto her face, though tinged with a hint of pity in her eyes. "Move," she whispers to him, warning him. The energy built within her is by now a fantastic piece of catastrophe, beautiful in its simplistic brutality. "Take Ting and make for the temple. I will handle Makyon." Runes of bright pink light are already forming all around her, tendrils snaking outwards in preparation to launch. 

Makyon winks at Ting, and sets himself. The only way she could have known where he was going would be through psychic power or something equally damaging to his talents. So. New talents. He raises his gloved fists. "Let's do this without tricks. How about it?"

She grins, fangs glinting. "It would be my pleasure." She blinks, that raw excitement seeming to fade very suddenly. "But, I have to go. Bye!" She leaps out of her stance towards her brother...they're running side-by-side in the direction of the temple within about two seconds, maintaining that impressive, inhumanly quick sprint punctuated often by long or high leaps, depending on the obstacles.

Makyon blinks, and turns to watch them go. He's a bit confused, actually, and it isn't until a bright whip of light energy slashes across his face that he realizes what's going on. A second blow cuts open a long gash across his chest.

"Alright," he smiles at Ai, "Shigoriath never said I couldn't take care of you. So." He raises his hands. "Come on."

Ahead of Ting and Ding, Shigoriath's Temple looms. Blackness permeates the air, both literally and figuratively, but the gates are opened wide for them.

Ting looks up at it as they approach. "Getting here was easy. Trap?"

"Yes. Run right in, then?"

"Yup!"

And they do.

---

Radivishe Moorn appears in the marshes of Shigoriath's homeworld. His first act is to wave away the stench.

"Are you about?" he calls for Dewei.

"Yes...just trying to get a lock on the malefactor's energy," Dewei mutters from above. He's half-cat, after all, and is sitting on his feet on a tree branch about eight feet up. It keeps him clear of at least most of the marsh's threats while he's more prone due to psychic distraction.

Finding the malefactor is actually not that hard. Ai's energy exists in a hole not far from their position, along with an energy that bears a striking similarity to Moorn's. The essence of hatred.

"Well. Use everything you have. Anything that hopes to get by me will not see another day."

Dewei nodsd a little, distracted though he really is listening. He blinks after a few seconds, and his eyes focus after being slightly crossed. He looks down to Moorn. "Got it." He jumps out of the tree.

"Malefactors are nasty business," Moorn points out. "Depending on their manner of death. I've heard that the trawlers I met between planes were a form of malefactor, though I doubt it. If it were true, though..." he shakes his head. "No brave man ever lost a fight he survived. Fleeing is your friend."

Dewei nods. "Right. I'll keep that in mind. The general consensus of this one's cause of death was poison."

"So watch for snakes, or scorpions. Spiders. Anything poisonous." Moorn cracks his knuckles, pointlessly, but it does take his mind off of Ai for a second. "There are still other undead creatures here. So lead the way."

"Yes...but at least the astral lich lord is gone. He was a real nice guy." Dewei nods to himself as he starts out in the right direction, though he sinks very quickly into being extremely alert. He definitely remembers how perilous this place was the first time through.

Moorn follows quietly along. He's alert, true, but at the same time... this is a fantastic chance for Dewei to prove himself.

Most of the zombies and such are gone. The obvious, basic creatures who lack particular intelligence are nowhere to be found, though the giant bullfrog from before does sit not far from the marsh. Things move, and hoot, and snarl in general.

A particular hissing makes itself obvious from the hubbub after a while. Several yards ahead the brush parts, as the environment begins to glow with phosphorescent thread hanging from trees and leaves. It's all out of place, as if shredded and thrown in all direction.

Dewei stops, ears pressing back a moment before going opposite directions, trying to pinpoint the sound as his eyes move slowly over the scenario. Snake.

More wriggling in the brush. The malefactor's signature is close, but still not directly on top of them. Radivishe Moorn pushes some weeds aside, at last bored of waiting, in that direction to reveal a thick, complex set of phosphorescent webs strung between the trees.

And wouldn't you know it, one of those webs is bobbing around, pushed by a struggling person suspended towards the base.

Dewei blinks. He's wary of a trap...but someone very probably genuinely needing help far outweighs the risk, and he draws his sword, stepping carefully towards the webs. "This really isn't a great place to relax, huh?"

"If you don't mind, I'm trapped in a web here." The woman wriggling in the glowy stuff is easy to spot; her skin is almost white, and clashes with her perfectly black hair so much that she could never blend into much of anything. She's lightly armored in a beige, boiled leather cuirass over very functional black pants, shirt, and boots... a ronin, for certain. "The witty banter can wait until someone cuts me loose."

"Getting there. Just give me a moment, Miss." Dewei nods, and moves to do that. Holds a hand near the web carefully before going near it with his sword, though, texting energies and simply tryign to get a little psychic hint of whether he's going to be able to cut it without getting his sword stuck.

Radivishe Moorn observes the webbing as well, though his is a less abstract method. "Dewei. Whatever else you find, do not touch that stuff with your skin. The webbing is dripping with something, and I would wager it is poisonous."

Aside from that, the only real energy trait of the web is the remnants of the malefactor's presence.

Dewei looks over to his teacher, nods once, and then looks back to the web. He's suddenly very glad that Moorn forced him into wearing shoes. "All right...hold on, Miss..." that said, he supports her telekinetically, and quickly, carefully sets to work with his sword on the webs, a slicing psionic spell just preceding the blade so that no strands stick to the weapon and whip around towards either of the newcomers.

He's quite successful in this, and within a few moments the held woman manages to wriggle her arm free, and then her leg. Then both of each. "Ugh. Thank you." She pulls some of the webbing from her face, growling a little. Where the web comes a way, dark, criss-crossed burn marks remain, and there are tear lines on her cheek from the poison's effect on her eyes. "Give me your names."

"Tell us where the beast is, first," Moorn demands, earning a dagger-throwing stare from the armored woman.

"I imagine a giant spider is somewhere near its web. I was too busy about to be eaten to notice, thank you." She glances at Dewei. "I am Rosamina. Thank you for freeing me."

"It was my pleasure, though...we should work on removing any poison from your bloodstream if you'll allow me, and...so, you don't know where the creature is right now?"

"I'm fine, and of course I know. I'm hunting it." Rosamina spits off to one side, a bit of blood mingling with her saliva. "It keeps a den about a half mile from here. I'll show you, if you can find my sword. I dropped it when..."

"Your prey strang you up?" Moorn tilts his head. Rosamina ignores him.

Dewei nods a little...closes his eyes a moment, searches for the sword psychically, and holds out his hand, beckoning.

The sword, a fairly pedestrian-looking scimitar, obeys his command. The weapon is not without enchantment, obviously, as its blade glitters violet from tip to grip and it has an aura not unlike an opposing force to the malefactor's energy.

Dewei examines it just a moment, long enough to memorize the way the energy looks and start trying to place it, and looks back to the woman, holding it out to her.

She takes it without ceremony. "Thanks. Now if you'll just excuse me, I have a two-story spider to try and find again."

"How do you miss a two-story spider in the first place?" a somewhat incredulous Radivishe Moorn inquires. The thought also occurs to him that a bite from something that large would have been much more obvious than any marks he has seen upon his daughter's skin.

"It gasses you, you pass out and wake up in a web. Now fuck off already." Rosamina tucks the sword into her belt , waves Dewei off, and begins her march towards the creature's den.

Dewei looks back to Moorn as soon as she's gone. There's still time to follow. "This isn't the creature we're looking for, is it? But...do you think we should help, anyway? I mean, that girl may end up in trouble again..." Wrong person to ask, but he realized that too late. Dewei's worried, anyway.

"You tell me, Dewei. What do your instincts tell you?" Moorn crosses his arms over his chest. "Consider this. Does that woman look like a starship pilot to you?" He's watching Rosamina through his mind's eye. She won't get far going that way, unless she can sprout wings and fly across a ravine.

"I'm not sure what a starship pilot is supposed to look like; I only know a few. Why do you ask? I didn't notice anything technological."

"We both know this planet is uninhabited save for the undead and the animals. So how would she have arrived?"

"I assumed she had help or somesuch, or a hidden ability...I didn't consider a starship, though."

"She isn't a starship pilot, Dewei. Focus." Moorn taps two fingers against his forehead. "If she is here searching for a specific creature, with a weapon apparently devised specifically for it and do not tell me that you failed to notice, do you suppose she would be wrong about the beast's identity? She did not strike me as all that fallible. Incompetent, maybe. Fallible, no."

"Ah...right. So we provide the competence, then, and let her help us with what she knows. Right?" He looks back after her, about to follow.

"Relax. Yes, but don't follow her." Moorn glance away from the brush, just about the time Rosamina comes tramping back through, grumbling to herself. 

"Not a word," she glares at the both of them. "Not one word."

Dewei smiles. A touch sheepishly, actually, since they'd just been talking about her. "Well...we seem to be after the same goal anyway, Miss Rosamina...perhaps we could try helping one another? You do know much more about the situation than we do." Well, than he does. He's not sure about Moorn, but that wouldn't help their case.

"You're here hunting a malefactor? Why?" She doesn't even look at Moorn. As far as Rosamina is concerned that beady-haired prick isn't even there. And he affords her the same treatment... this is Dewei's nut to crack.

"Because a dear friend--his daughter--was bitten by this malefactor some time ago. Her condition cannot be healed--or even stop worsening--until it has been destroyed." The psi-caster nods.

Rosamina's eyes soften just the tiniest bit. "I know you're strong, both of you. I just don't want you putting yourselves in a situation that might hinder me."

"We already helped with one situation that was already hindering you," Dewei points out. "Although I'm quite sure you would not make the same mistake twice, Miss Rosamina, there's certainly nothing wrong with having contingencies for unexpected twists. Three skilled people are far more likely to succeed in a venture than one, simply because no one can see everything, hear everything, or be everywhere."

"Just don't get directly in front of it. The last time I saw it that thing was the size of a raccoon, and it didn't have gas jets either." Rosamina glances at Moorn, who is still ignoring her. As far as he is concerned, he is only there for that contingency Dewei mentioned. "I'm sorry if I've offended you. Let's go."

The half-dumen smiles and nods. He's so amicable it can get sickening, really. "By and by..." he notes as they start walking... "I think I neglected to give you my name in return. I'm Dewei Tiono."

Rosamina laughs out loud at that. "Sure you are. Dewei Tiono is seven feet tall." 

Moorn snickers at that.

The malefactor's energy signature is still not too far away. Tramping around in circles around a specific spot where another energy signature - faint, and likely long dead - is suspended in the air.

Dewei frowns a little, and looks back to Moorn. "Can malefactors harm disembodied spirits?"

"Not in my experience. In reanimating a malefactor casts off all evidence of its death form. It is but a beast." 

Rosamina glances at him again. She's puzzling both of them, trying to figure them out... but if they can lead them to the monster, its worth some confusion.

Dewei nods, and turns his attention back to paying careful attention to the path. Eventually, he just stops. His psyshic sense is saying that this is the last point they can be where they can remain hidden from the malefactor; it's not far beyond this point. He looks over to Rosamina. "So you have the weapon. Do you have a plan as well?"

"Sure I do." She holds up the sword, and in all seriousness, declares, "The pointy end goes in the spider."

Dewei is torn between being agog and grinning. Rosamina's not entirely unlike his sister. "Well...sure. But the pointy stick is shorter than the spider's range of spewing gas." He looks at the sword. "So, how does it work? Will a stab anywhere end the malefactor, or does is it just enabled enough to work on vital spots?"

"As a spider the malefactor has an organic exoskeleton. Squashing a small spider with a shoe is easy because of its size, though it has such an exoskeleton. It will give as much as it will yield." Rosamina holds up her blade. "The spinnerets are vulnerable. As are its eyes, provided one can get past its mandible pincers." She looks at Moorn, who is chuckling. "What?"

"I thought you to be an idiot savant for a moment," the sorcerer replies. "Shows how half-right I am."

"So..." Dewei puts in quickly, trying to disarm things... "which end does the gas come out of?" He smirks a little. It is an interesting question, however relevant.

"The back," Rosamina quickly answers. "The front is already defended, and with the jaws and brain and all, there is no room for the vents in front."

The malefactor's rustling grows louder through the brush. Occasionally one of its long legs can be seen tending its occupied web above the grasses, as well.

Dewei nods. "Okay. If you're willing to brave striking from the front, I'll distract it. And handle the mandibles."

"How are you supposed to do that if I'm in front?" Rosamina draws the sword, looking between some grasses. The spider has finished draining its previous snack, and is now repairing the web at a leisurely pace. "Just be careful. I don't have any way to help you if you get hurt. What about you?" She looks at Moorn.

"Just supervising," he mutters, distracted by what appears to be a zombified butterfly nearby.

Dewei nods. "And you, too, Miss Rosamina." He lets out a slow breath, half-closes his eyes, feeling for things, planning his route. Opens them, and immediatly springs up over the high stone they've been behind. His feet touch it for only the barest of moments before he jumps again, much higher this time, as near to the malefactor as he can get without heading towards the web. A powerful psionic attack burns into life on his hand as he flies. The instant he has a clear shot and hopefully still the element of surprise, a wide, intense, blade-like attack laced with light elemental energy seers towards the base of the creature's mandibles, meant to simply slice them off.

The monster's scream pierces the everlasting night of the marsh, its irritation plain in the blazing of its half-dozen eyes. Its mandible pincers sever at their bases, but the monster is quick to react to Dewei's courageous onslaught. It rears as spiders do, lashing out with its front right foot.

Rosamina dashes in the same instant, but the spider's back foot kicks out, forcing her to dodge and throwing her attack off balance so that she misses the spinnerets.

A quickly-placed little shield similar to what Felina's been teaching Makyon gives Dewei something to kick off of and rapidly reverse direction. He draws his sword and slices at the foot. He's pretty calm, really. In the meantime, another small shield tries to...well...plug the hole the gas comes out of. He prefers not to think too hard about that one.

The foot turns out to be unbelievably tough... Dewei's sword succeeds in altering its path, though hardly even chinks its armor. The vent attack seems to have worked, though, and Rosamina takes advantage by dashing upwards - which catches Radivishe Moorn's attention instantly - as if running on something that isn't there, and swinging her scimitar in an arc that severs both spinnerets. The monster reels, exposing its gaping maw to Dewei.

He takes advantage. Simply raises his palm, and a moderately powerful--enough, he thinks, now that he's seen its defense--burst of the same light-based psionic energy fires forward, a projectile beam, straight at its maw.

The effect is incredibly dramatic. The entire spider lights up, glowing into almost too-bright light before bursting outwards into stinking spider-bits, coating the entire area with ichor and webbing.

The built up gas issues forth from the creature's husk, fogging the area in a hurry. Rosamina sputters and coughs once before dropping down, put out by the gas. Radivishe Moorn walks through it, however, as if it weren't there.

"Species specific, I suppose?"

"I wouldn't know." Dewei smiles sheepishly. He has a filtering shield of sorts over his mouth and nose. It's invisible, but Moorn can no doubt sense it. He walks over to Rosamina and kneels beside her, checking her vitals. "But...I dont' know about her, anyway. Shouldn't the web have poisoned her? Everythign about it screams 'danger' at me...Rosamina seems fine, and yet should have been poisoned...I guess we could take her to my mom to be sure everything's negated..." looks over at the malefactor. "So. It felt like the right one. Was that Ai's?"

"If it was, she should be screaming about now." Moorn nods, then hastily adds. "Joyfully, I mean. And if she is, you will be rewarded. We can take this woman to Istan Aiga, though, as a neutral location. I doubt Felina wants a troupe of visitors."

"I don't think she'd mind...but yes, that's probably a better idea anyway." Dewei nods, wipes his sword clean, sheaths it, and picks up Rosamina carefully and gently, retrieving her sword as well. He's eager to see about Ai, anyway.... Stands up. "Shall we go, then?" He looks back over to the malefactor. To the little tiny pieces of malefactor."

"You go ahead. I would like to expel every trace of this thing from existence." Radivishe Moorn looks at the smoldering bits as well.

Dewei nods. He'll ask about being shown the method for that later. For now, he vanishes with Rosamina to Istan Aiga.

The method is not really that hard. A few minutes and one crater the size of a football field later, Radivishe Moorn departs for home as well.