Assallya

SW: Edge of the Empire: Ep. I - Escape from Mos Shuuta

Reemie?

Dimensional Tavern - Sandbox Roleplay

I'll take a stab at it.

Just out of curiosity, what's keeping the tavern from filling up with Kryptonians and Satan's?

Monty Python's D&D Innkeep

I don't have any designs on the fallen huddled form in my post my role playing compatriots. It could be exactly what it appears to be- a corpse. It could be a goblin trap. It could be a shape shifter. It could be another player's character playing possum and merely holding the arrow in place.

Monty Python's D&D Innkeep

Snow. It really was rather beautiful. The blond elven woman had never really seen it before. It was quite remarkable. It reminded her of the sands in the deserts where she had grown up, only sand didn't cling softly to branches. It was hard and abrasive. She watched a flake tumble down through the air and settle upon her big toenail, where her bare foot was propped up against the vardo wagon's railing. If it hadn't been for her magical ring, protecting her from the winter chill, she probably wouldn't have been quite so impressed by the crystalline flakes falling from the sky overhead, especially not given her current attire. Assallya Kressair was dressed in the attire she had worn in the harem she'd grown up in. She'd grown accustomed to the light silks they wore when she'd bothered wearing anything at all- and shoes, she'd never grown accustomed to wearing those. The ebony silks billowed and flapped around her arms and legs, gently, as the wind that must have been violent elsewhere was cut down to a breeze by the coniferous canopy. She'd been assured the ring would hold out, protect her from anything the most well dressed woodsman wore but extreme cold that would drive an experienced winter hunter to seek shelter would be her downfall. Only, Assallya had never been to the north. What constituted a need to find shelter?

Admiring the view, she let her trusty nag of a horse follow the path, still clearly visible beneath the thin sheet of snow born of a nascent winter. She would be safe here, up north, nobody here would know about the bounty on her head, not in this land so far away from home and by the time she returned most would have forgotten her misdeeds or assume her dead. At least, that was the plan. In the past, every time her would be captors and assassins would have given up she found herself sighted and the hunt begun anew. This time she had gone far enough to elude them all and far enough that by the time she returned all would have forgotten.

An oddly shaped lump came into view at the side of the road ahead. Assallya wasn't sure what to make of it at first. Then, after her trusty horse took several more strides she recognized it as a humanoid being. She couldn't make out the face but the feathered shaft sticking out of the huddled form seemed to indicate a slain traveller. Pursing her lips, Assallya considered and then gently pulled up her reins. It wasn't that she was concerned for the poor creature but the creature could possess something of value she could pawn in the next town. Grasping the side of her wagon, she shimmied down the brass pole alongside the crimson wagon and alighted upon the ground. Then, moving carefully she padded forward quietly towards the fallen figure, her barefeet barely making a whisper upon the soft newly fallen snow.

Monty Python's D&D Innkeep

Assallya Kressair
Age: 89
Sex: Female
Race: Elf

Class: Dancer, "Recreational Herbalist", Witch, Con-Artist, prostitute... really, whatever can get her by

Bio: Assallya has worn a number of hats throughout the years. First she was a young girl in Elven lands and then she was kidnapped and raised as a slave to a pasha in the deserts of the south amongst shair, djinni. She tried to maneuver her Master's son against his own father... but that didn't turn out well. She escaped but with a huge bounty on her head.

Later she came back north and adventured a bit but soon discovered she was horrible at it, or maybe she just had the ill luck of joining with doomed adventuring companies. That's when she decided she didn't want to go on adventures. Not that it mattered- the adventures then seemed to search her out.

She has since concentrated on wandering in her vardo wagon like some sort of Arabic Gypsy. She makes charms and potions that purportedly bring good fortune, ward away evil and attract lovers. None of which actually do anything...

Since quitting adventuring she has found herself "Queen of Kobolds". An unpleasant experience, despite their doting upon her every whim, especially considering the annoying little lizards intended to gift her to the local dragon they worshipped at some appointed holiday. She also found herself used as a footstool for two years, magically paralyzed by a pirate king she had seduced. Apparently he didn't like how she had attempted to take his book of spells. How was she to know that it had been spell trapped? Luckily for her some adventurers took care of her captor.

Other: Assallya has a substantial bounty on her head and has incredibly bad luck as indicated by her past. She also has a long lost sister somewhere which she'll probably never find.

SW: Edge of the Empire: Ep. I - Escape from Mos Shuuta

Arla, having been distracted by the new arrival hadn't seen the motley collection of mercenaries. She'd been aiming her stolen blaster carbine at the new arrival, wondering what her purpose was. People simply didn't stop and participate in the battles of others, not unless they hoped for some sort of reward and what would she do when she discovered they had nothing of worth to deliver in recompense? No matter, whatever the woman wanted Arla was ready if she attempted anything violent.

Completely oblivious she didn't even see the silver blue bolt of energy that struck her down. Collapsing, the green skinned twi'lek woman gave a soft sigh and tumbled. She fell to her knees and then slid down the side of the dune like flotsam in the sandy cascade. Rolling twice, she came to rest at the dune's base, dark, almost black lips gaping wide, eyes closed. Her makeshift spear beside coming to rest beside her while her blaster carbine ended up buried half way down the slope.

Transformers-Power Surge

It took quite some time for Chassis to lead her sisters up through the bowels of the ship and forwards towards the command and control section. They'd been close to the engineering section, as far aft as you could get, and mopping up a number of disposable 'cons that had been sent ahead to land on the Emissary on a near suicide run. That was something else that bothered Chassis, the Decepticon's willingness to sacrifice the sparks of their least most important.

Finally, the three ascended to the final deck. They'd had to do manually operate many of the hatches, pumping compressors to actuate the system while others were still connected to their emergency power systems. It had been a long trip. Rolling into the bridge area, leading with her assault rifle and ready to launch a grenade if the place was packed with Decepticons, Chassis peered about warily. Being a pint sized autobot, she and her sisters behind her slipped easily through the hatch that Treadbolt had shouldered open some time before.

"Recon Alpha 2," Chassis identified herself as she moved into the open area, noting her sisters moving up onto the upraised daises where the sciences and communications officers would have been. They were taking up flanking position in case there was some sort of threat present, "Is anyone else here?"

Battle Stations! - Castle Rivergate

You seem to have neglected the magic and mysticism question. What limitations were you prefer? Will the barbarians possess great beasts they have tamed? Will they have shamans?

The Priest on the Keep's bulwarks, does he have healing?

Transformers-Power Surge

The sisters, Chassis, Wheelie and XTC moved through the ship. It wasn't a complete loss. Autobots built to last and the Emissary could one day fly again but that would take a lot of work and a lot of Energon. -and she did mean a LOT of energon. The humans, Chassis had seen them racing around the city in the scanner uplink, oddly never seeming to take their robot forms. Was this planet so peaceful that they simply didn't bother transforming anymore?

"Another one," Wheelie stated as she moved some slag aside, "Statsis Lock. He'll need plenty of energon to bring him out of it."

XTC, on the other hand, was accessing a control panel. "The power systems are scragged. We have broken links all over the ship. We probably have plenty of autobots all over the ship in stasis lock. They'll remain so for dozens of cycles until we can get to them."

Chassis nodded, rolling around on her single wheel. She wasn't particularly fond of the situation. What she wanted to do was dig each one out, resuscitate them, get them online and ready to fight. As much as she, like most autobots hated the never ending fighting she'd rather be online and fighting. She couldn't imagine going out like that. Just going into stasis and not ever waking back up.

"Leave him," Chassis ordered, noting her voice synthesizer contained no emotion at all, "He'll be fine in stasis lock. We stop only for those bleeding Energon or with cracked spark chambers."

D&D: Quest for the Dragon Staff

Woooot! I loot Kira's corpse! :)