“We can stare at this creature or we can finish this!” she exclaimed. Her mood was particularly dour as one of the Naga’s had torn part of her boot during the combat.
Eolion shouted down from above, “The way is clear.”
Another lone stairwell with an outside waterfall led further down at the end of this cavern.
“This had better be the last hole in the water we crawl down.” Izume grumbled as she began re-organizing her alchemical bombs for was yet to be another series of battles.
As the company came down the remaining steps they found another Ogre-Mage Samurai waiting for them. He seemed to be better dressed than the others. Tattoos and strange mangled jewelry adorned his torso and neck. And this time, he was floating above the cavern lake, wearing an evil grin of sorts.
“Welcome young ones! You have made it far indeed!”
“Keep your welcome!” spat back Eolion.
“Wait! You have not yet heard my offer!”
“To burn you alive up there or dice you up into pieces?” smirked Tenzen.
“Ah neither young sorcerer! You see before you rush head long into what will be certain death for you, my master has made you all an honor bound offer.”
“I say we just kill you now,” glowered Izume folding her arms in protest.
“You see young ones – I am Ochiyo, the Messenger of Munasakaru. She has given me leave and her word to give you this offer. Should any of you turn back now. Head back into the Forest of Spirits; all of your earthly desires and pleasures will be fulfilled upon you when our Storms blanket this world.”
The Vanara made a strange noise and began whirling a large silver coconut.
“What say you? Will you become Kings unto yourselves? Or will you die here and now?”
The answer was something not able to be translated – and yet its message was quite understood – as a vicious raptor with all of its claws flew and impaled the Major-Domo.
But he was not alone unlike his predecessors. Two dark blue forms wrapped in chains began to rise from the water, their height and figure hideous beyond reason. Known as Kytons, they and the Oni of the Five Storms have had an unholy alliance for generations. And they sprang to attack!
Throwing out chains and siren calls, they began shouting with psioic powers against everyone still on shore. The scream was deafening as the hostile sound waves began to rip fabric and flesh from the Scions.
Arianna managed to get herself a few feet away and began muttering a spell of sorts. Her raptor and Eolion continue to pummel Ochiyo above the cavern waters.
The Kytons screamed yet again, bringing Hazuki to her knees and clouding her judgment. Arianna then made her move, coming out of cover she waved her hands shouting an ancient slew of words than penetrated time and space
“Rios- Da Tore – Q’T-ish Sa hiaarrr!”
A strange portal of purple and blackness opened behind each of the Kytons. Some kind of dimensional rift. Its sprang tentacles made of pure force grabbed and bound the Kytons even forcing their chains back upon themselves. Screaming upwards from the force of the portal – they rained rock from above down on themselves as the banishment spell ripped from this world and into another.
The threat all but gone – Tenzen sailed another terrifying electrical ball of death at the Ogre-mage while Arianna and her raptor finished the job ripping his torso in two. His entrails now falling out of the air into the murky water below.
“I don’t know who this Munasakaru is…but she’s pissed off the wrong Summoner,” Izume retorted.
Flying over the rest of the cavern – the Scions have now made it to a dry stone floor. There was little time to rest. The danger here was too real – and too close. Over the next two hours – the heroes of Amajitsu will either vanquish this Oni or condemn Minkai and all of Golarion to darkness and enslavement. Forever.