Liushna's tribe may or may not find out what happened to her
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Jiphe Zoshah is really, really sick of all of the hustle and bustle of adventurers and their ilk. The late nights, the high stakes, the constant risk of death, it all gets very tiresome after a while. Sometimes you'd really rather just sleep in a comfortable, feather soft and expensive bed with silk sheets, and not have to worry about if you're going to be dissolved in acid or burned to ash by angry elementals or smashed to bits by giants, whenever one of the others in your adventuring party screws up. Which they will. They always do. So: she retired. Well, from adventuring. She might at some point retire from the kind of after-adventurer cleanup that pays well in Absalom, but, well. It does pay very well. Especially when one is a spontaneous caster, who doesn't have problems like 'I didn't prepare that this morning,' and will tolerate being dragged out to various places to pick their dead back up, dust them off, and tell them to get back to whatever it was they were doing.

Usually the people she picks up are important people, adventurers or brilliant wizards or nobility with a lot of money, not... this. This seems to just be picking up random peasants, and at least one monster, in an extremely crowded temple of Abadar.

It's a monster she's getting this time. Some kind of humanoid thing with wings, probably eats people or something. She confirmed that, yes, really, this is their subject that they paid her for her teleport out to Cheliax of all places. These people are insane, but she knew Cheliaxians were insane anyway, so, sure, fine. As long as they pay her.

A spell is cast, a diamond disappears, a monster is resurrected, and Jiphe Zoshah moves on without any kind of ceremony to the next person she's being paid to put back on the Material.

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Fortunately for the newly resurrected subject's comfort, there is an emotional support bird nearby. She's been hovering since she finished her two designated Plant Growths of the day. There are rather too many people in too much disarray for anyone to care about a bird, much less a well behaved one that stays very politely out of everyone's way and just wants to hang out near this one (scary) corpse of a monster. One little blackbird is perfectly harmless, in all this din, not even leaving any kind of mess, like other birds might.

Anyway, then she turns back into an elf once the person who restored Liushna departs, to the alarm of several people nearby.

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"Welcome back," says Voshrelka, in Sylvan, because Share Language has definitely run out by now, even with the subject deceased. And, anyway, the human language is annoying and she likes Sylvan better.

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Liushna...does not appear to be a ghost. 

"...Did I survive?" she asks incredulously. 

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"No. But the archmages did see to your swift resurrection." If she sounds surprised, it's because she is. It's still even technically the day after! If she hadn't been sitting in here watching everyone run in a panicked and overworked scramble for the past several hours, she'd almost think they were competent. But of course, she knows better.

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"They can do that!?"

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"I think in your case they threw a truly insane amount of money at it and had someone else do it, but, apparently, yes." Can she gently get Liushna up and perhaps out of this temple? It is very crowded and both of them do not fit in, at all, and it's making Voshrelka nervous.

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Yep sounds good. 

"What circle is that? I don't--we usually have someone who's third-circle, in any given tribe, and often one of the bigger tribes will have someone who hits fourth. But I've never heard of--if you die, then if you're really lucky you come back as an undead, on your own, and if you're not really lucky then that's it." 

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"Fifth, for clerics." Fourth, for druids, if you don't mind some side affects and a likely species change, but she's not saying that until they are out of the temple.

Inconveniently, it's raining outside.

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Well, that's annoying. Liushna raises a wing to shield Voshrelka; no reason both of them should get wet. 

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Aw. That's very sweet. She feels justified in finding, watching over, and retrieving your corpse, you're a good egg.

"Thanks. Uh - it's only been a day, you haven't been away long. The convention is suspended while they sort out this mess - you weren't the only delegate to die. One of the victims was an," there is no Sylvan word for archduke so she switches to Taldane, "archduke."

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"--Wow, I wouldn't have expected that. Most of the dead I saw looked, you know, like the kind of people humans don't think are important."

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"It was nominally directed at diabolist nobility, but a lot of others used the cover of violence to do, well. What you saw. But there were several sieges upon houses of important people, a lot of things burned down. It's why the rain, now, actually."

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"...Meaning...archmages...can also control the weather?"

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"Yes. It was one of the first things they did, to put out the fires and get people to stop burning things and go home. I don't think they can do it casually, but, well." She motions around them.

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"Wow. ...Do you know who found my body." 

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"Me. I was going to carry it off and sort it out myself if they weren't going to take responsibility for their massive fuck ups."

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"I--really appreciate that. Do you know what happened to--I was trying to rescue some kids, I was holding one of them when I died--"

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"When I last saw them, which was this morning, they were all fine. I and a helpful wizard got them off a roof and to a temple of Erastil. The one you protected lived."

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"Thank you." 

Liushna is not going to cry, here, in front of this many humans. 

But she's so relieved they all lived. 

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She still thinks that Liushna should have just, you know. Flown away, like a sensible person, but.

... She remembers being that hopeful and well-meaning, once.

So instead she just nods. "Bright Morning Feather also said to tell you that she'll be, quote, 'looking out for you.'" No comment on how useful that will be. "But I'll let her know you've been restored to life. She was worried. I don't think she's the only one, though I have mostly not been in the delegate social circles for the past day."

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"Makes sense. Poor girl, I hope I haven't inspired her to say anything wrong again." 

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"I think she will do that entirely on her own regardless of your intervention. I did convince her to start handing out Goodberries to the populace though, so."

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"That's...good? Probably? Honestly, she's pretty confusing. I have concerns about Ravounel forest as a whole." 

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"I suspect they're a druidic cult. I haven't personally interacted with them, but. ... They've always kept to themselves. I don't think Infernal Cheliax helped with that."

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"Apparently a tribe of Itarii moved there at some point. I hope they're okay..." 

She worries her lip slightly, looking out at the city. It's not only her long-lost conspecifics that provoke concern, this grey and drizzly evening. 

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