Allansia Wildlands Campaign.

She reaches up and grasps Garets hand. At the same time, she grabs Herman's. The men note her soft non calloused skin, free of all scars and blemishes. (like the skin of a new born) She starts to stand, sounding out his name. "GGayrroot"  
Seeing the tattoo on his arm, she surprises Garet, her grasp tightening. He may realize she is quite strong for her size. She does not let go when he begins to release her but hold on tighter. Her smile changes to one of anger, her eyes turn white once again.

"SHAKOR!" Her voice seems extremely loud and Garet is not sure if she said this out loud or in his head. She turns her head and spits on the ground.

Strangly, Garet doesn't feel concerned by her action and strong grasp. Instead, he feels on top of the world. Like he could defeat anything. Lionhearted, invincible.

(For Garet)

Banzo aids the angel to regain her footing and seeing her mime something about her and theirs wounds looks to his companions, "We should aid her with healing as she put herself at risk to help us fight these hill trolls. I mean it's the least we can do."

Seeming to understand Common more as she hears it, the child like perhaps 20year old woman looks at the  strange Tortle and shakes her head no.
She releases her firm grasp on the men and lightly walks to Banzo, reaching out to touch his shell. Seeing the same tatoo, she again spits on the ground, and clearly says some sort of foul swear words in celestial (if there are such things).

Banzo suddenly feels a rush of blood, like adrenaline.

(For Banzo)

 She then sees Zeltheris and walks (almost floats) toward him. She notes the outline of a drum and feels it with her soft perfect hands. She looks at them all.

 "I vill cheal you."

She grabs some components out of the dead mans bag (spell components.)

Then she starts performing some sort of ritual, hitting the shield in a rhymical pattern. Her voice projects like that of a seasoned performer, quite loud for such a small person. While she taps, there is a sound of thunder, no... of rocks moving, water dripping. At first, her words seemed jumbled, as if from several languages. For some reason, the beat on the shield sounds familiar to Zeltheris. ( he has heard it before, just can't quite recall it.)  De duuu, de duuh de duuh....  The beat continues as she chants. Then she seems to repeat the verse. As she moves into the third round, most of the group starts to pick up more of what she is saying, and the song becomes more familiar.

 “Those who went into depths of dwarven mines. Friends fought great demon of rock and flesh, claws and fangs.

They showed determination, faith, each faced great pain.

None did fight for wealth or fame, but to save Allansia from bane.”

Prayer of Healing: 19 to Herman, Garet, Banzo,Shalana, Tzedakah

The mysterious 5 ft tall women (she seemed taller for some reason)  finishes her chant.  

Sadly and slowly, she walks toward the dead priests. As she looks through their belongings some of the bodies seem to move without her touching them. One even turns over before she gets to it. She looks around for a bit, assessing the equipment. She tries a few weapons and settles on a mace, crossbow, and some bolts. Then she looks through the high priests belongings for more spell components. Finally, she grabs a backpack to carry these things in.

She then says a prayer in Celestial. Suddenly, a burning white hot radiance seems to erupt from her in all directions. (Word of radiance for multiple rounds) The dead peoples clothing burns off first, then their skin seems to radiate light and melt away, their bones begin to disintegrate. After a while, the bodies burn to ash, and then dissipate into the air.

Satisfied, she turns to the group.

"Vee go?" She asks simply, as if stating the obvious.

"Thanks you for the assistance but, Wait, what the hell happened here?"

but, thinking again, surly "and how the SWEARING you know where we were? or just you heard Zeltheris's song?! Zeltheris, my friend, you are becoming double fold famous!"

Herman is a man in his earlty thirsties. Tall, slender but muscular, he has brown hair and eyes and wears a wolf pelt with the head instead of the hood. He wears a beautiful armor with a razor-halberd at his side; voluminous other things can be seen in his back

Tzedaka looks at the brown eyed wolf man. “Zee evil trolls keeled priests of my motter”. She seems angry again. 

She takes a deep breath.

“Vos song you mean?" She tries to sound out words, as if translating from another language. "I hheer none?” 
She sees another tattoo and spits again on the ground.

"What do you know of these tatoos? And how do you know what we fought?" Herman asks plainly and slowly

She seems confused, not sure why he does not understand. Tzedaka, sensing that her new friend seems distressed, reaches out both small hands and gently touches his face (strangely like a grandmother soothing a distressed grandchild).

He feels fantastic, incredible, like he has no fear of anything.

 HEROISM: You are immune to fear. and gain 5 temp HP.

She looks at his tattoo, again spits on the ground. "Shakor hurt you. Shakor you fight." She looks at him to see if he is understanding. "Moter and Shakor, hhhow you say....Enimey"

Bright radiant light comes from her hand, "I fight Shakor." She again spits on the ground. "I join widt you."

"Moter give me healing chant......I say…you heal."    

Tzedaka looks down at the ground and notices a thistle plant. She smells the purple flowers, than picks one off and smiles. "Eennwynn (she says, much to to the druids surprise as Enwynn has not introduced herself), She gives her a flower tentatively, almost as if she is shy and hopes it will be received. "Prietty", she says, looking into the druids eyes. "I yike you."

The more she talks and interacts, the more it is clear she is like a simple curious innocent child. Yet, she seems to have an old soul by some of her mannerisms and word pronunciation.

"Look at it this way everyone, even if all we do is pursue a way to remove these demon tattoos it's bound to upset this Shakor fellow, and I have a feeling we're going to cross paths at some point." Banzo watches Tzedaka pick the flower and offer it to Enwynn.

"If she wants to join us in our fight against Shakor she's got my vote, besides she's quite a capable healer and that always comes in handy when facing danger."

ooc: apart from the funny lost in translation I really like

I want Tzedaka to join but , correct me if I am wrong, Herman sees an angel that:

- knows the name of an elf that did not introduce herself

- tell our tale and did not hear it at the music contest

@shimshon, you just must know that usually Herman is a diffident townie, he got scared!

I don't understands if you are playing Tzedaka pretending she knows all these things or she has some READ THOUGTS or what not?

(OOC): Yes, she originally appeared in a flash of light. Then sprang up and flew into the sky. She attacked with spells only, and used spiritual guardian to attack most of the trolls at once.  Then she landed, and the wings disappeared. She looks like a 20 year old extremely beautiful young women with silver hair, radiant blue eyes, alabaster skin. She has no scars, no calluses, and had no equipment. She is 5 feet tall (Aasimar) but looks like a human.
For some reason that you have not discerned, she knows things about the party, and her spell that she chanted had Zetheris's song. She seems to know strange things, yet know nothing at all. She is very innocent, very "good", very gentle, very childlike, yet also seems quite wise. She should be quite confusing to you.

Enjoy, shes a fun character concept I worked on with Damien. The party will need to figure her out I think.

Shalana nodded to Garet then placed a pamphlet in his hand that seemed to be about pruning your chakras....or possibly fertilising your aura...

The strange automaton strutted over to Tzedaka and looked her up and down, " You work your side of the street and I'll work mine.  Respect has been earned. May the best proselytizer win."

She stopped stepped back and shook her head then nodded sharply.

A strange shuffling sound came from Shalana and she produced a pamphlet from somewhere on her person and handed it to Tzedaka.

I seemed to have a picture of many different hands joining in a circle, a banner across the top read ' Interfaith?  Is it a fad or the future?"

Zeltheris ran over, " You know I charge for folks to use my songs!"

" Uh......usually.....its fine this once."

Enwynn face registers utter surprise at the offered flower from an apparent daughter of Libra, then a pensive look at both thistle and bestower with a druid's perception. The flicker of a smile can be seen as she raises one hand in greeting and says gently in Common Tongue "I am ENwynn of the Forest. You are correct, the thistle is a pretty flower and one well-armed against its foes. It is also a cure for deep-rooted sadness as a tincture, and in the language of Salomonia's high society ladies, a warning against meddling in the affairs of others."

The oakleaf-cloaked elf looks to the sleek crow on her shoulder, notes no sign of fear in her avian companion's stance, then turns back to take the prickly stemmed flower from the celestial woman's hand with a black-gloved grasp, an odd contrast to the gilded leather armour that protects the rest of her arm. Two spring-leaf green eyes look appraisingly at the giver, framed by hair as black as the bird on her shoulder. 

When Enwynn accepts the thistle, Tzedaka seems ecstatic . She jumps up and down, claps her small hands, then hugs the druid. 
“My sisters call me “ she tries to translate in her head…”Tze Da Ka”

 Then she takes the paper from Shalana, kisses it, and puts in near her heart. (Best present ever)   “Thank you”.  She finds a branch and rock from the ground and gives it to her in return. “You vin our game." Then she smiles, "May the blessing of Moter be upon you." (Guidance cast on Shalana)

Shalana examines the branch and rock with a cocked head and her customary blank expression.

" I will retain."

" May you also be Blessed."

Shalana retreated and placed the stone and wood within receptacles on her person.

" Introductions complete?"

" We destroy Zagor now?"

"Well, since Tzedaka seems to have... taken care of the fallen priests there is no reason to dawdle. Let's get moving again and we can get to know each other further on our way to deal with Zagor."

Banzo starts to waddle away with his strange tortle gait.

"Perhaps we should fill her in on why we're going after Zagor, you know, his many evils and crimes, plus we hope to salvage any elemental essences he may of gathered and put them to better use."

Tzedaka follows the wise wizard. After a while, "I know dat name." she pulls at Banzos sleeve. "Zagor was bad man. He is back?"