The Star-Eyed answers. She is so confused right now. 

...After the third shaman across the Plains calls on Her for advice, She loses hold of the possession on Karna, though not the magical barrier now being maintained around the Tower. 

He's going to go through all his prepared Dimension Door spells and also all his Pearls of Power at this rate, which is irritating, but the sixth weapon is now in the vault. 

"Karna," he says politely to the Scrollsworn, now on her knees and looking extremely confused. "Do you have any way to stop Her from doing that." 

She blinks helplessly at him. 

This time, instead of heading to the next room, he politely holds out a hand to Karna. "I promise I am not going to harm you. May I?" When she doesn't resist, he takes her arm, as though escorting a lady.

He leads her into the Vault while she's still too disoriented from the possession to resist. 

As soon as this is over the vault will be very, very thoroughly blocked against all means of magical access including Teleports, but it isn't yet, since he had to Teleport in and out repeatedly with the weapons. 

He Teleports her to Egorian. Drops her near the palace, barks instructions to the nearest guards that they have to find a Velgarth mage to watch her and have the Heralds make sure she cannot return to Velgarth, and then he's back in the Vault. 

"My apologies," he says to Aspexia. "I will be quick from here on, I hope." He goes for the seventh room. 

Aspexia holds her Gate. 

Dimension door, weapon, Dimension door, Gate, Pearl of Power to refill his spell slots... 

Nothing else happens to interfere. 

Aroden has the last of the weapons through Aspexia's Gate with twenty seconds to spare. He takes a breath. Smiles warmly at her. "Well. That is everything. I suppose I had better leave from here since otherwise I will be stuck there until Iomedae can take the barrier down. Thank you very much for your help." 

"Go to Hell," she says, though without much heat, and Plane Shifts away herself.

And he stands in the vault for a moment, smiling to himself, and then transports himself back to Egorian to see what's going on. 

The Heralds are semi-organized now and King Randale has gotten a quick briefing on the situation. He's still pretty upset about being unexpectedly yanked out of Haven without having received any explanation beforehand, but he kind of understands the reasoning there. 

Aroden can sit down and explain a little more to Valdemar's King, since maintaining good terms with Valdemar is quite important, but halfway through he's interrupted by one of his staff with an update on what happened with Leareth and Vanyel. 

"I am sorry but I need to go," he tells the King. "Where is Melody?" 

"I think she's with the Tayledras, we were asked to have a Mindhealer watching them." 

"Well, please have one of the Healers keep them unconscious until you receive confirmation that Nefreti is finished with her part. I am taking Melody to Osirion." 

Melody is confused about what's going on but she'll go along with it. 

Aroden Teleports them to outside the Dome and asks to see Leareth. 

Aroden can be brought in to see Leareth, who is currently asleep and being held by Khemet. 

Aroden looks concerned. He sits down. "I am so sorry this happened to him," he says, very softly so as not to wake Leareth. "I knew it would be very dangerous, but - I thought She would default to physical attacks, not - whatever it is that happened to him..." 

Melody sits as well. She can look at Leareth's mind just fine, maybe even more easily, with him asleep. 

"I don't think Abadar was expecting this either." 

"Is he going to be all right." 

"I - think so..." Melody doesn't sound as certain as would be reassuring. "His head is pretty messed up, I think he's going to be mostly out of it for a couple of days, but he should bounce back significantly by himself, with some rest. I don't think poking at his head more will help right now, but I can have a go at re-ordering this a bit tomorrow, if he's lucid enough to cooperate with it by then."

She turns. "Nayoki, you had a look too?" 

"Yes. We should speak." 

Well, they can speak in Mindspeech, then, so as not to disturb Leareth. 

Who wakes up a few minutes later from an extremely disjointed and confusing nightmare, and kind of panicky about it. 

The whole situation probably has diplomatic implications that as Abadar's aspect on Golarion he should manage but something tells him it's not the worst move from the appeasing-Aroden perspective to, instead, hang out right here snuggling Leareth.

"You're safe," he says softly when he wakes up. "You're back in the Dome."

"Mmm. What - something wrong..." His ability to use words is a bit more accessible to him, now, but it's still very effortful. "My head. Hard to think."