Are they paper? She doesn't want anything that isn't paper right now.

They are, apparently! It responds a little oddly, and seems to have a weirdly impressive amount of work put into it; the outside of it is covered with extremely fine silver calligraphy, and it seems to somehow be a single whole rather than something that can come apart, but it's paper all the same. They're impressively durable, too, and not just for paper either.

She must have made them during the lost time. Though she can't reconstruct what the calligraphy is for.

The hat unfolds into its full size, bright colors and rustling panels of paper, so she can hide herself and her brother under it if anything scary happens.

Something scary sure does seem to be happening. Like oh, say, a whole bunch of demons suddenly appearing in the market square. And in the sky above the market square. And replacing the people they were disguised as. And in the surrounding buildings-

An especially astute observer might notice they seem a little disorganized, as though they launched the attack before they planned to and with some last minute prep work still not done, but it's hard to differentiate that from the general disorganization demons always tend to have.

Ky and Iskander have no preexisting opinions on demons but they are not exactly acting reassuring! Is there a good place to hide?

There's nothing amazing; unless she wants to join the throngs of frightened civilians trying to force their way out of the square, her best bets are probably to either take cover behind one of the stalls and hope she doesn't get seen or head for a corner and at least have two of her sides covered by walls. The demons do seem fairly distracted, though; there are guards moving implausibly quickly and swinging around glowing swords, Hulrun just stabbed an enormous one hard enough to kill it instantly, someone is shooting flames, and of course the dragon in the room is busy tearing her way through whatever Vrocks and Nabasu can't get away from her quickly enough in between freezing some of the denser groups of demons solid.

Do any of the stalls have more paper. There is a reason she normally hangs out in her library or printshop!

Not selling it, though a few of them have some sheets for recordkeeping. If she wants paper, she'll have to grab it from the decorations; some of the strings used to liven up the city are festooned with various colored paper polygons, though by no means all of them.

Right. Come to Kybele, paper decorations. She wants a spear and a breastplate and a cloak of the stuff.

The paper will oblige her in making variously colorful pieces of equipment.

She reshapes it as it flies into her hands. Backs up against something sturdy with Iskander huddled under the cloak.

For a short bit, things seem to be going well. One squat, hunchbacked demon tries its luck, but it doesn't carry a weapon and isn't especially strong; the only thing that would make it annoying is that it's difficult to injure. Meanwhile, in the rest of the square the defenders seem to slowly be getting the better of their attackers, albeit not without serious casualties.

Ky has never killed anybody before and she will process this sometime after she stabs the demon a lot. Why is it so tough, is this some kind of weird skin illustrati thing.

It's not volunteering answers! A particularly strong hit will injure it, but only slightly; weaker hits will leave it no worse for the wear. It's not immune to physics, though, so if she hits it hard enough it'll still be moved around.

Then, in the space between breaths, everything changes. An enormous, insectoid creature appears, towering over the defenders and buildings alike, and with it come immense swarms of insects. All the defenders within reach of it immediately begin choking as the swarms surround them, but the creature could not care less about the humans scurrying around. Instead, with a prodigous leap it takes to the skies, and swings an enormous scythe once, twice, thrice, each one scoring Terendelev's hide. When it comes down to earth, the dragon comes with it.

Terendelev responds instantly, ignoring the fliers to immediately focus on the real threat here. A part of her is confused, wondering why and how Deskari's here in person, but the rest of her is split between trying to survive and sheer rage at the demon lord for attacking her city. She lashes out with her largest jet of cold yet - he dodges, of course, but it takes out most of his swarms and puts him right in range of her tail-

Ky's hat sprouts a lacy beekeeper-type veil to keep them away from her face. The cloak shifts around Iskander, cinching up and sprouting little airholes. The spear isn't really heavy - it's serving as a weapon by Ky's domain powers but it's not the kind that knocks opponents off their feet - but if stabbing the demon enough works, then it works.

Eventually, the demon gives up and goes after easier to target decorations; it's not a fan of her, but there's less pointy art around here and now it's rather worse for the wear. Some of the bugs do make a go at her, but not in any great numbers and they're not very dangerous without the corresponding density of swarm.

The problem with demon lords, Terendelev thinks to herself, is that they're infuriating to fight. Well, that and being evil abominations spearheading the attempts to destroy golarion in general and her city in specific, but right now she's pretty confident it's the fighting. Deskari can dodge her breath attacks all day, and hitting some of the other demons that happen to be in the cone is poor consolation. Whenever she goes after him with her claws and limbs he dodges half the time and barely seems to feel it when he doesn't, and she's already burned through what's left of her heals trying to survive his attacks. She can't win like this, and if she's being honest with herself couldn't win even fresh and fully prepared; it's time she faces the music and fetches help.

Plane shi-

Absolutely not.

Riftcarver lashes out in an enormous overhand blow, faster than any he's done so far today, and tears straight through the forming spacial warping to slam straight into her neck while she's unable to dodge-

-ift.

The spell goes awry, the tuning fork set into her necklace shattering from the spacial perturbances and the spell structure itself starting to come apart from direct magical interference, but the spell completes at least enough that both head and neck-less body vanish.

Riftcarver, its momentum scarcely abated, hits the ground with an enormously loud noise and a kilometer-long chazm cuts straight through the center of Kenabres. As luck would have it, Terendelev was almost exactly between Deskari and Kybele and Iskander, which means the suddenly vanishing earth puts them right over the crevasse. Unlike most times you might suddenly find yourself taking a tumble, however, that might be a blessing in disguise if it gets them out of ground zero for a pissed off demon lord.

Ky's hat and cloak fluff out to form parachutes and they flutter to the bottom of the crevasse, Iskander clinging to her as hard as he can.

Outside the chasm, things are still very much happening, including what sounds like one of the larger buildings being... aggressively demolished, but once the falling rocks settle the crevasse is much calmer. They're not the only ones who ended up in it, though; about 50 feet away there looks to be a young woman in armor picking herself up, and if Iskander has a good memory for people's appearances he might recognize she's the one who ran to get Terendelev.

He does, in fact. "Hello? You okay?"