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[center][h3][u]Ky @ The Witches Paradise tavern[/u][/h3]
[i][color=ed1c24]Good things come in threes[/color][/i][/center]

[b]"But I sleep there"[/b] Ky whined in reply to the barkeep in a manner that both stated the obvious and questioned her sense.

Beanstalk seemed to ignore him while another hunter entered the room and thought it their right to boldly address everyone. Another complaint about his work. Kyzler smiled smugly at the bastard as he squeezed the gnomes heart, causing it to spasm and fall still. 
Could no one here appreciate his crucial work? But he let this digression pass, he had some solid notes and new things to attend to.

[hider=notes][center][h3][u]Bestiary[/u][/h3][/center]
Serene's Folly; 

[b]'GNOMES'[/b]
(Mistakenly named so.)

Additional Note: Toxoplasma gondii
(Point for research and comparison)

[i]Upon my first day of arriving at Serens folly I had the pleasure of being greeted with a soirée hosted by the many gathered hunters. The guests of the evening were being referred to as [u]Gnomes[/u].
While the hunters display exhibited evidence of physical talent, there is still question as to their mental status as undoubtably they shared the battle field in the company of a witch. But I digress, learnings of this creature are as follows.
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These 'creatures' are in fact not creatures at all. Displaying no signs of a negative reaction to any of the usual or unusual chemicals and materials that afflict the supernatural. Physiology and biology equal to that of a human (with signs of malnutrition). The subjects even had remnants of normal clothes. 

This concludes the condition seems to be mental manipulation of once ordinary folk. 

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Subject displayed no obvious signs of magical curses or hexes. [b][i]But [u]don't[/u] rule it out![/i][/b]

Blood tests showed signs concurrent with infection.
Saliva was highly bacterial and contagious, as was the dirt under the nails. 
([i]unsure if the dirt made the saliva infectious or vice versa, but these diseased finger lickers seemed to want to share it[/i])

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Strengths
They are hardy and ignore non crippling injuries. They fight with a fearless...

[S][b]Additional Note:[/b] The supposed hunters of the region aren't to fond of post battle evaluation, one haughty bastard here is unknowingly asking for a punch while dealing with a witches pick pocket antics.[/s]

 
Weaknesses; Don't like their heart removed from their chest...

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Meanwhile he was seemingly oblivious to the young girls loud antics as she paraded around causing mischief and mayhem, all to prove a point or simply torment the bar keep. Preoccupied Kyzler ignored the growing ruckus and continued to play with the toys on his bench. That in itself was a feat worthy of note, a true testament to his training and skill to be able to flawlessly conceal the grinding growing hatred seething through his veins like a vile sickness consuming his body entirely with a dark bloodlust rage.

He could have become a great actor if life had laid out a different path for him.

Tinkering away, he kept whistling his non existent song watching closely the suspected witch and anyone who neared his research. Ky ran a finger across the blades of his three silver throwing knives to confirm they were all there. He loaded the compact-one-shot crossbow bound to his wrist. A quick spot check ensured his vile's were in good condition and lastly with nimble fingers he checked the clasp of his cloak. All in order. Once he had his tools in place and there was adequate commotion for cover, Ky sprung his three step attack.

[center][b][u].STEP 1.[/u][/b][/center]The first vile was gently lobbed up into the air, it arced over the heads of the other patrons and was set to crash at the feet of the witch. The second vile was lobbed at the roof with much more force, its trajectory sending it to explode on a rafter and rain down with a wide cloud of his own concoction.

Finely ground wolfsbane with a lavender powder laced with tiny silver sharpenings. It sounded simple and obvious enough but the trick was in the technique. The jar was to be pressurised just right to give the force to explode and spread the powder out. The lavender fine enough to cloud the area and be inhaled, the silver shrapnel sharp but light enough to be widely dispersed and the wolfsbane paste-like so it would stick on all it touched. They were the reasons each single grenade took countless hours and multiple mishaps.


[center][b][u].STEP 2.[/u][/b][/center] With success or failure of step one, step two began as soon as the second vile left his hand. Diving into a roll and repositioning himself away from the first attack Ky takes aim with his wrist mounted crossbow and aims to put a poisoned dart into her leg. He only has one shot so he isn't trying anything fancy. The bolt is silver and the poison is a basic incapacitating agent. It would soon leave a human dizzy and drowsy, as for a witch, Kyzler wasn't sure.


[center][b][u].STEP 3.[/u][/b][/center] He now charges the witch no matter the state she is in. [b]"Witch!" [/b]He yells out loudly for all to hear as he moves quick and precise. As he nears her, with a flick of his wrist he flourishes his cloak, spinning it  around to throw over the girl. The hidden underside netted with fine gold trimming and wolfsbane lace. Should it hit its mark he will instantly begin tying her up with the same skills used on the now dead gnome.