Uh... adventurers, presumably? There was a big queue this morning, but now that the festival is in full swing the gate is almost deserted. They still have to vet and note down everyone going in, even if it's mostly a formality. Everyone interesting, that is; ordinary farmers won't get nearly as much scrutiny as someone with three golden limbs. (This may or may not result in many people trying to disguise themselves as ordinary farmers.) 

Anyone truly powerful can buy a teleport into the city or disguise themselves beyond recognition, but that's no reason to make it easy for a demon or a cultist cleric to walk right in, not to mention wanted criminals and other riffraff. Also, some people are lawful (or Lawful) and will voluntarily walk through the front gates and say who they are!

The inquisitor on duty notes that the big woman has no visible aura despite her obvious power, while the person she is carrying is Chaotic Good; this can certainly be construed as worrying.

"Welcome to Kenabres, your names and purpose here?"

"I am Malenia, the Severed." The way she says it, it's clearly a title, but also part of the name. "My brother was wounded, I don't know by what, and needs healing."

Oh! If it's urgent she can buy a potion of cure light wounds right off this guard for very slightly above market prices. Otherwise, they can go to one of the churches - those of Sarenrae and Shelyn are close to the gate; those of Abadar and Torag are down by the south gate.

But right now there's a festival and everyone who can be is in Clydwell Plaza in the highest tier of the city, so while there are probably some priests at every temple, the strongest are up there. That's also where Desna and Iomedae's temples are.

She... doesn't have any money, and she doesn't think a light wound would incapacitate Miquella.

She doesn't particularly like getting help from the gods, though she also isn't sure exactly what the guard menas by that term - it doesn't correspond to how she thinks about gods at all - but she doesn't have many options.

She'll ask for directions to the festival, thank the guards and go there.

The city consists of four concentric half-circles, each with its own set of walls and backing onto sheer cliffs above a river. The streets on the way there are almost empty, while in the central square there is a big, loud, jostling crowd. There are pennants flying and stalls with food, musicians and other performers, and a general aura of festivity.

At one end of the plaza stands the biggest building in the city, with a tall green steeple and stained-glass windows that depict humans battling variously deformed monsters. The facade bears an image of a woman in armor holding a glowing sword.

She can't see it, though she can navigate the city well enough.

She'll carry Miquella and ask around for a healer.

A woman in red-and-white robes who identifies herself as a cleric of the god Iomedae lays a hand on Miquella and murmurs a brief prayer. Her hand glows briefly and the wound on Miquella's chest begins to close - but then it opens again, as if in reverse motion.

"That is no normal wound," she frowns. "I'm not sure a more powerful cure spell would work any better. Chaffin, find Terendelev and ask her to come here." A boy nearby waves and takes off running.

"How was he wounded? Was it done with a special weapon or by a powerful demon, could there be magical poison or a curse laid on the wound?" Malenia is obviously an Adventurer and the woman is implicitly assuming she doesn't need gentle hand-holding about the fact that all these possibilities, unfortunately, exist.

"I don't know, I woke up outside the city, and he was already wounded. I know of no poison that would harm him."

"Disease, poison and curses each require different spells to cure. Let's see what Terendelev says."

A few minutes later, a beautiful woman with silver hair strides up to them. She has pointed ears and a slightly inhuman look, at least to eyes more discerning than Malenia's.

"Greetings," she says warmly. "I am Terendelev, protector of this city. I heard you were in need of my aid."

She looks at the wound and frowns. It's not something she recognizes, which means she has to go broad spectrum. Heal.

This spell is visibly much more powerful than the woman cleric's; the wound reluctantly closes.

He wakes up, his face and build somewhat child-like, though by height he is similar to adult humans.

"Sister... where are we?"

He rises from her arms, and stands, slightly unsure whether his legs would support him now, but it seems to be working out.

"...Terendelev, right? Thank you." he says to the silver-haired woman.

"You are welcome! But I fear that your wound is not fully healed, and may yet reopen," she cautions. "Your sister said she did not know how you came to be wounded; do you?"

"...No, I remember... something happening, not sure what, and then this."

She frowns. "Come back to the temple tomorrow," she offers, "when the festival is concluded, and perhaps I or Nestrin Alodae will be able to do something more for it."

"Thank you. We appreciate your help."

Terendelev smiles, and departs.

Just then, another man walks up to Malenia. He is short, barely five feet tall, but wide and stout out of all proportion; he does not seem deformed so much as of a different race. He wears elaborately decorated plate armor, a big beard, and an even bigger smile.

"Greetings! I am Joran Vane, of Torag's, and I couldn't help but notice the exquisite work on your prostheses, if that is what they are. Would you mind telling me a little about them? I have a craftsman's interest in enchanted smith-work turned to healing and not merely  wounding."

She tilts her head towards Miquella

"Greetings, I'm Miquella, and this is my sister Malenia. I can probably tell you about it, what did you want to know?"

Did Miquella make it? Joran is very impressed!

What spells or rituals was it based on? Did it use a special substrate, or could any metal be enchanted that way? Are the prostheses controlled telepathically, as separate objects you can command to move, or directly with one's body? Do they count as parts of her sister's body, which would have some exciting implications (and applications), or are they still objects which can be separately targeted by magic? Do they convey pressure, texture, temperature, and all the other senses, to the same or better resolution as one's birth body? Can the arm be used to form the gestures for a spell, something which is not possible with mundane prosthetics regardless of their quality? Do they have moving parts inside? Are they just better than the original, such that Malenia does not prefer a simple regenerate spell?

Joran can go on in this vein for a long while, eventually delving into the minutiae of enchanted metal-work, but stops himself apologetically to clarify that he doesn't want to unduly infringe on their time and also that he would be happy to trade his own craft-knowledge or work (or spells cast, if they need any of those) in return for theirs, and that while people sharing is good (and Good) they're not at all expected to do so unrewarded.

They're made from unalloyed gold, other metals could likely work with only slighly more crude resulsts, but the gold is very important to an additional protective enchantment on them. He developed the enchantments himself, and can probably teach at least the basics of them, but it's going to take a while. 

They are part of Malenia's body when attached, have limited but nonzero senses. Malenia doesn't use spells, but it should be possible to make a prosthesis that works for it, he hasn't looked in detail. No mechanical parts, all actuation done via enchantment. Malenia's condition is very hard to heal, all methods of regeneration he tried didn't take.

What can his spells do? The spellcasting he observed here is familiar, but slighly different to the one he knows.

Joran himself is a cleric as well a smith, and he can request a very long list of spells from his god Torag (but only so many a day), including a few that most clerics of other gods can't which deal with creating, shaping, and transforming matter. Is there a particular subject they're interested in?

He is also an expert in enchanting metalwork, of which arms and armor are sadly the best-studied kind, but that's exactly why new applications should be explored more!

Joran's excited (and hopefully exciting) overview of the applications of divine magic to smithying is abruptly interrupted by a vast shadow falling on half the square.

A silver dragon slumps to the ground, its head cut off, besides an even more gigantic monstrosity. It has a grasshopper's body and six legs, a human torso with two arms, and a mess of eyes and sharp spikes for a head. Buzzing insects swarm all around it, resolving briefly into shapes, wings and other less familiar appendages that merge into the thinner clouds suddenly descending on the entire square from the sky. 

In its human arms it wields a scythe, large enough to shatter buildings, dripping with the dragon's silver life-blood.

It emanates an unnatural aura of magical fear, entirely unnecessary besides the quite natural fear it inspires.

Behold, Iomedae. Behold, the death I sow.

The square fills with panicked screams that redouble as variously-misshapen people fade into visibility all around it and attack the fleeing bystanders with tooth and glaive and spell. Some of the humans appear to be fighting on their side while others try to defend the civilians, and complete chaos takes over.

"Deskari!" Joran looks stunned. "This shouldn't be possible... If he doesn't leave quickly, there may not be a city left!"

He runs towards the great monster, but diverts to save some children who are trying to reach the temple while being harried by a red-skinned, horned, skeletally thin man with a spear.

Her reaction speed is unparalleled, and within moments of hearing Deskari appear, she reveals a carefully hidden giant slab of gold sword, in one fluid motion attaches it to the brace on her prosthesis, and leaps towards Deskari, ready to slash at him.