[h3]The Dagger Salvager[/h3][i]Goal: To confiscate Edward's hand-cannon[/i][hr]
The Salvager halted in the middle of the room as its way was blocked by Jargo's twisting and circling admiration. It waited there, still and silent as a tree, while Jargo stared into the reflection of the Salvager's mask. When Jargo had bounded merrily away, the Salvager continued undisturbed on its original course, a gloved hand stretched out to take Edward's ingenious hand-cannon.

[quote=Ealdwine]“Varlet! Tell your gods that Ealdwine sent you to Hell!”[/quote]

The Salvager did not raise its weapon, nor did it show any indication of tension or alarm. It only raised its masked head, and faced Ealdwine just as the bard's rapier drove deep into the Salvager's chest.

There was no blood. The Salvager did not flinch, even as the tip of the rapier thrust out its back. Again, bloodless.

The Salvager suddenly grabbed Ealdwine's sword-arm with an iron grip and swung the bard forcefully against the stones of the burning hearth.

At the same moment, Fate appeared behind the Salvager and slammed its head between her monstrous hammers.

A ghastly, wet sound of smashing bone filled the room -- and so did the stench of rotting flesh. It was as if Fate had broken a rotten egg.

Bits of bone and brackish ooze flew across the room -- and still there was not a drop of red blood, nor of any living flesh. The golden mask clattered to the floor, and the cold, suddenly limp body crumpled after it, no longer a danger.

At this moment, Fade completed her blood pact with Milo and vanished once more.

[h3]The Scimitar Salvager[/h3][i]Goal: To capture Milo[/i][hr]
Fade appeared above the Salvager, and like a spider she dropped upon it. The Salvager did not defend or attempt to stop her attack, but appeared to be dead the moment its back hit the floor; a dagger in the Drow's grip drove deep, again and again, into the Salvager's motionless body. There was no blood -- not even a drop. The dagger stabbed and stabbed and caused nothing more than clean holes in the Salvager's white cloth. Thinking her work finished, Fade moved on to conduct a blood ritual with Milo, abandoning her victim.

The Salvager seemed very much cold and dead when Gharlyc descended upon it, groping and searching for the precious elixir. The dwarf found it among the folds of cloth and dashed away to administer the potion to Busker, who was very much near the brink of death.

The Salvager sat up, then crawled to its feet, the scimitar held firmly in its gloved hand. It was unharmed, save for the clean slashes in its garb.

The Salvager leaped over a bench and dropped behind Milo; with an unexpected swiftness it clamped a gloved hand over her mouth and pressed her back against its cold, unbreathing chest.

[h3]The Needle Salvager[/h3][i]Goal: To capture Fade[/i][hr]
Thanks to Teldryen's spell, the Salvager was paralyzed midway through the act of readying another needle, and it stood like a statue in this pose, not even breathing at all.

Pallas found the bottle of elixir hidden inside a fold of the Salvager's clothing, and handed it to Milo's summoned demon. While the demon administered the elixir, and while Milo began to revive, Pallas drove her sword into the paralyzed Salvager.

Her blade poked clean holes through the Salvager's chest -- there was no blood, nor any sign that the statuesque Salvager was in any distress at all.

And then, the paralysis wore off.

Immediately, the Salvager's hand flicked and a needle struck Pallas in the abdomen. With great speed, the Salvager immediately gripped a needle in one fist and slashed at her throat, aiming for the kill.

Almost at the same time, another needle flashed through the air and struck Fade in the chest, driving deep and sharp.